Lord of the Valley - A Yiffscript
FurWorlds
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Erotic Visual Vignettes
Author's Notes:
First, I recommend http://unicorn.wereanimal.net/Ellgar/Tecknade_Filmer/2D_Monster/ as a place to see movies on how different creatures move during sex, since the animes found here are also inspirations for me when I was visualizing the different scenes. Of especial interest are the ones that show oral sex by humanoid creatures with muzzles (such as the wolves, stallion, and pigs shown in different clips).
Also take note that the exact timing of each scene is not indicated on this script. This is to allow the director to focus attention on each part as seems most appropriate. However, it is assumed that roughly 2.5-3 minutes will be spent, on average, per page of script.
Finally, the "FurWorlds" heading title needs to be stylized according to the genre of the film in which it is used. For the Lord of the Valley film, an illuminated, fairy tale version seems most appropriate, though the specifics are, of course, best left to the decisions of a more professional title designer.
Volume 1: Lord of the Valley
Scene: The camera follows the movements of a decent-sized horde of dangerous-looking creatures making their way through a high mountain pass, looking down on them from above. These beings are made of particularly vile-looking specimens of their respective species, with bears, pigs, wolves, hyenas, rats, and other unsavory types making up the army. They are intent on their goal as they go uphill, snow and ice blasting all around them, as though trying to push them back. An especially large, vicious-looking boar with a scarred, milky-white eye is at their head. He turns and snarls at the troops behind him as they start to slow, his spittle flying in his fury, his voice high-pitched, harsh, with hints of squealing when he's really excited. The only sounds besides voices are the harsh blowing of the winter winds.
Pig Leader: "Come on you weaklings! There's a whole valley full of plunder and slaves over the next ridge, all ripe for the taking! Move your haunches, and we'll live like kings for the rest of our days!"
Camera pan around the leader as he speaks, so that we're looking from the back down on the horde. They listen for a bit, but then, as he finishes his short speech, they look at something he can't see, the light of the sun darkening out gradually. Their eyes widen, and they turn, fleeing in terror. The Pig Leader shakes his spiked mace at the fleeing backs of his troops.
Pig Leader: "Cowards! Slime! Mongrels!"
A loud rumble rises as the Pig Leader bellows, until he turns, and looks straight into the onslaught of an avalanche. Camera shift to the back of the Pig Leader as a great shadow falls over him, a loud rumbling sound filling everything when he turns, his one eye widening and jaw going slack in fear. We pan to keep behind the pig leader's head, pulling out just enough to view a massive avalanche, taking up about two-thirds of the upper screen. The pig leader turns and runs, his squeals of fright soon overwhelmed by the rushing avalanche, the screen fading to white.
The camera lifts up, giving us a view of a mountain peak overlooking the pass. Perched on that peak is a lithe dragoness, looking quite satisfied with herself. This is Dragora, a female dragoness with the shapely body of a mature adult female. She is naked, and has breasts (always something to consider with anthro reptiles). Her eyes look like brilliant golden gemstones. The scales on most of Dragora's body are a deep blue and a bit thick and obvious, but her underbelly is golden with finer scales that are almost invisible except at close range. Her nipples are blue also, making a contrast to the gold that covers the rest of her breasts, as is much of the tender flesh inside of her gold labial lips. Her wings are broad, blue on the upper side, gold on the lower side, with blue veins and ‘fingers' like those of a bat's wings. When she speaks, her voice is that of a mature woman, slightly husky and seductive, but with a slight echoing to it, giving it stronger force and a supernatural quality.
Presently, as the camera focuses on her from the front, Dragora is perched, clutching a small peak, her breasts and labia tastefully covered by her arms and the curve of the mountain, though it is obvious that she is naked. She is looking contemptuously down at the tiny fleeing figures, which look like ants. As she looks down, the camera shifts to slightly behind her, her tail concealing her naughty bits, though she has a shapely rump, and tilted down, to allow the audience to watch the antlike black figures fleeing down the pass before the rushing avalanche.
Dragora: So fare all who threaten the valley of my master, the Black Bull.
Dragora then rises, and leaps forward, never revealing anything naughty, except a glimpse of her tail-concealed rump as she flies away, up the pass, and then upwards. The camera tilts back to give us the briefest glimpse of Dragora's breasts and loins, before she passes the sun with a cameraflare effect blocking out her body from our view, and the opening music starts as we tilt back down to a scene of a rolling field of ripe grain. As we tilt down slowly, the "FurWorlds" title appears, followed by the words "Volume 1: The Lord of the Valley."
Then we come down on a longshot of a handsome young stallion in shining knight's armor riding along on a non-anthropomorphic golden horse, slightly from the back as he pauses to look along the road leading to a distant castle. This is Tristan, a young golden stallion with kind blue eyes framed by a long, wavy, almost feminine platinum blonde mane that cascades beautifully around his shoulders and upper back, a handsome face, a firm chest, slender waist, and a really cute butt accentuated by his flowing light blonde tail (look to the anthropomorphic horses of Foxxfire and Chris Sawyer for a good example of his appearance, clothed and unclothed). It is obvious that the young stud has some growing yet to do, still possessing some coltishness to his muscles, even though he is obviously very well-built. Tristan is wearing a breastplate, with the armor going down his arms, though his large hands are bare, and has greaves on his thighs. The stallion has brown leather breeches on, which are only slightly darker than his normal fur color, his flowing tail sticking through a hole in the back. His feet are hooves, so he only wears metal horseshoes, though even these are kept as immaculately polished as the rest of his armor. He has a shining silver shield with a rampant white stallion on it, and carries a sword in a scabbard by his side. Tristan's voice, when he speaks, is that of a heroic young man, a bit higher-pitched, just barely out of the embarrassing stage where his voice cracks (think Leonardo from the most recent TMNT movie).
The opening music is a bright, fantasy-type song, like the theme music to many fantasy animes (ala Record of Lodoss War and similar shows) â€" the end effect is supposed to be an epic feel, full of excitement and waiting adventure. As the stallion rides on a dirt road through the fields of grain, the opening credits roll, appearing on the fields and on the clouds above, and the opening theme plays, with occasional glimpses of the farmers in their fields, displaying various fur types, though mostly sheep, mice, rabbits, and deer â€" harmless and cute sorts.
As the credits come to an end, we shift around to the back of anthro and non-anthro stallions (getting a nice rump and genital shot of the non-anthro stallion, if desired) as they come to the lowered drawbridge of an impressive Medieval Europe-style castle, looking bright and shiny as it juts to the heavens, though it isn't very big in actuality. The horseback horse rides over the drawbridge, and we switch scene to the courtyard of the castle. In the courtyard, which is rather small, the stallion dismounts (viewed from the side), and then walks towards a large wooden double door with a manly, businesslike stride â€" a "here I come to save the day" kind of attitude. As the camera angle shifts to face the door directly, we see that standing guard at the door are a pair of older-looking canids, one a foxhound and the other a bloodhound. They reach to the big rings on the door and pull it open as the stallion approaches, while we view this from the back, the camera following Tristan as he walks into the castle.
Scene shift to overhead, as we watch Tristan enter the throne room of the castle, walking across the lush red carpets towards a pair of golden thrones at the far end. We shift view down as Tristan comes to a stop in front of the thrones, starting with the camera behind Tristan, so that we can see who is sitting on the thrones more clearly. Behind the thrones, we can see a large statue, modeled after a classical Minotaur, naked and rather impressive, so that it draws the attention of the viewer. It looks a good deal like the Black Bull (described in his first appearance below), though with less detail.
The persons on the thrones are King Anderil and Queen Jenneth, both sleek white unicorns with flowing silver manes, age starting to show on their faces. Unicorns in this case look more like deer in body shape, with equine-esque heads (albeit very delicate of build), and lion-like tails â€" check out images of The Last Unicorn cartoon for an example of their general appearance, in non-anthro form. Their horns are spiraled like a narwhal's, and they are dressed in royal purple, gold, and white, with slim golden circlets that arch around their equine brows, forming a smaller circle around their horns, so that it is obvious that the crowns cannot be easily removed. Standing proudly before the pair, Tristan looks up at the king and queen, hand on hips, obviously confident as we take a look at him from the perspective of the royalty on the thrones.
Tristan: I've heard that your valley is under the sway of a terrible monster living in the mountains, a monster your messenger called the Black Bull. My name is Sir Tristan, former squire of Sir Lance. I'm here to slay this vile beast and save your people from its ravages.
We shift to look at the king and queen, who look at each other before turning to look at the young male before them. Their expressions are mostly neutral, but tired. The king's voice is gentle, reserved, and calmly regal, while that of his wife is clear and musical, like that of a woman much younger than her years.
Anderil: So the messengers we sent forth did manage to bring someone to help after all. We had almost given up hope. We are King Anderil and Queen Jenneth, and welcome you, sir knight, in our time of greatest need. In truth, we and all the folk who live in this valley felt that the Black Bull wasn't that terrible a price to pay. Every few years the Bull demands a sacrifice, and in return, he defends our valley from the many raiders and monsters that are out there, eagerly watching for a chance to come in and pillage our people. Most of us have lived elsewhere before coming here. Almost all of us have suffered mightily from the horrors of these villains. A sacrifice chosen by the Black Bull through Dragora, his blue dragon servant, who will pay the price for the whole valley seemed like a small price to pay, at least at first, compared to the destruction of a murdering and raping horde. But recently . . .
As King Anderil speaks, we fade to a view of a trembling young tan-furred mousegirl, dressed in simple peasant garb, bound to a stake on the top of a green hill, high mountains in the background, struggling prettily and looking frightened. Suddenly Dragora lands before her, and the rabbit girl cries out {not loudly enough to interfere with Anderil's words) and faints as we fade back to the throne room, just as Queen Jenneth interrupts, her voice choked with emotion.
Jenneth: He demanded our daughter! That beast had his filthy dragon carry off our daughter! The Black Bull gave us warning, let us have time to say goodbye, and we used it to send for help. But you're the first help to come, and you're almost a day too late â€" she's already been carried off into the mountains, to the lair of the Black Bull.
Queen Jenneth breaks into tears as King Anderil leans over to comfort her, drawing her against his body and embracing her tenderly. He looks at Tristan.
Anderil: Please, go to the hill of sacrifice, just outside of town, under the shadow of the mountains. Dragora will come there if you challenge her. She is the only one who knows the way to her master's lair. Do whatever it takes, but you must convince her to take you to the Black Bull. It may not be too late. You might yet be able to save our daughter. If you succeed, I promise you her hand in marriage and will make you my heir.
We shift back to Tristan, who looks concerned and sympathetic now, some of his confidence lost to the grief of the unicorns. He steels himself and gives a reassuring nod.
Tristan: I promise you, your highnesses, that I will save your daughter, or die in the attempt.
He then turns and walks from the throne room, his face set in determination.
Scene shift to a hill covered in green grass, the view looking up from the base, the scary dark mountains obviously nearby as they loom ominously in the background. Music starts, ominous and rising, indicating a building of tension â€" it should lead viewers to wonder: "is a ‘boss fight' coming?" At the top of the hill is a thick wooden pole set deep into the ground with a strange bull's head figure carved into the top, obviously where the sacrifices are tied. Tristan rides up to the base of the hill, right up near the camera, obscuring most of the green knoll except for the very top and the stake jutting up from it, the mountains in the background, and then dismounts. We follow him from a side angle as he ascends the hill to the top, and then rests one hand against the pole, frowning off at the mountains as we slowly pan in close to his face, and then around until we are looking at him from behind. The golden stallion draws his sword with his other hand and lifts it before he yells out a challenge to the far-off mountains.
Tristan: Dragon! Come and face me!
We watch for a few moments as the clouds over the mountains, once light and fluffy, quickly grow darker and thicker, a few bolts of lightning shooting down to the mountaintops. The music starts to build gradually in tension as the scene progresses. Then, out of the clouds, we see the blue and gold shape of Dragora, winging her way towards the hill. Her feminine attributes are unclear, the only thing we can see easily being that she is obviously a dragon. Camera shift back to a full body shot of Tristan, from the side facing downward at about 45 degrees, as he grips his sword in both hands and takes a few steps back, setting his hooves firmly into the ground as he poses heroically, ready for any attack, the music rising to its height of the expectation of combat. A few moments later the ground is shaken by the landing of the dragon, making Tristan tighten his grip as we hear her approaching. Then we pan in on Tristan's face, building up tension as the music reaches the final height of rising expectation, his expression determined, ready to face his mighty foe, before he suddenly blinks in surprise, the music stopping. We then shift so that we are looking up from his perspective at Dragora, starting at her clawed feet, and slowly panning upward until we see her standing there in all her naked glory, wings spread, a sultry smile on her face, hands on her hips, her pose seductive. The music for this gradual revelation of Dragora's appearance is sultry and seductive, just like her pose, making a clear contrast to the heroic battle tension music from before.
Dragora: Well hello there, stud. I wasn't expecting any callers today, but a handsome fellow like you doesn't need an invitation.
We shift back to Tristan, same pose as before, but his face registering complete shock now, his grip on his sword limp, his breeches showing a bulge that wasn't there a little earlier (just a bit bigger â€" not ridiculously large), a silly-sounding warble indicating that this was not what he was expecting. The scene then shifts to a side view, as Dragora laughs, the music ended.
Dragora: Silly little hero. You've come to try and slay my master, haven't you?
Tristan blinks, recovering himself somewhat, and then steels himself, his sword at the ready once more.
Tristan: I have come to save the princess, however I can. If I must slay the fiend who acts as the god of this valley, then I shall do so. If there is anything I must do to accomplish my quest, I will do it.
Dragora smiles toothily as she hears this, and we get a closeup of her face in profile.
Dragora: Anything?
Profile shot of Tristan's determined face.
Tristan: Anything.
Shift back to Dragora.
Dragora: All right [she licks her lips]. I'll take you straight to my master. But on one condition.
Tristan blinks, looking suspicious as we pan rapidly between the two as they speak to each other.
Tristan: A condition?
Dragora: Mmm, oh yes. Just one: you take off everything you're wearing now. [She shrugs, looking like she's almost ready to burst out laughing]. After all, you can only get to my master's place by air, and I don't want to have to carry all that heavy armor you're wearing.
Tristan hesitates, and then nods, sheathing his sword, and works on removing his armor, piece by piece, as we now shift back to the simple side view of the action. When he is finished, he stands there, wearing a white peasant's shirt and his leather breeches. Dragora rolls her eyes, though, and shakes her head.
Dragora: The rest of it, too. Clothes just get caught on my scales. Besides [she winks] the master disapproves of clothing, and frankly, so do I.
She straightens herself slightly, thrusting out her chest, making her breasts bounce a bit. Tristan's eyes are frozen on her cleavage for a moment before he shakes himself free of this dazed state.
Tristan: Is the princess still unharmed? If I am going into the den of a monster, I want to know if I am going there to rescue a maiden, or to slay the beast in revenge.
Dragora: Oh, you'll find her quite happy and healthy, actually. The master was only just about to enjoy her, to tell you the truth, when I left him. He's probably just beginning as we speak. If you hurry, though, you might get there before he finishes with her.
Tristan makes up his mind at this, and promptly strips down as we shift to a shot from behind him, so that we can get a nice view of his cute butt and dangling balls as he stands before Dragora â€" he is nicely muscled, and well-endowed (when we get to that) but not ridiculously so â€" who looks very pleased with what she sees, rubbing her chin and nodding.
Dragora: Not bad. [She spreads her wings and starts to flap them] Just relax, and I'll carry you to my master's cave, far in the mountains.
Dragora leaps up and starts to fly around, before grabbing Tristan beneath his shoulders, and carrying him off towards the mountains. Fade to black.
Fade in.
The scene is a worked stone dungeon-like place where a slender, pretty unicorn girl is hanging from chained manacles from the ceiling (which is unseen). This is Princess Noella, the daughter of the king and queen. She is more like a deer than the horses that unicorns are usually pictured as, with dainty, cloven hooves, a lionlike tail, a spiral horn, and flowing, beautiful blonde hair that is wavy with blonde curls at the ends, and bright blue eyes (a slightly lighter shade than Tristan's), as well as a slender, petite figure. Google a picture of the main character from The Last Unicorn and put her in anthro shape with golden hair instead of white and you have a good idea of what she looks like. She has a light, young, almost girlish voice, but with a distinct musical quality to it â€" you can tell she'd make a great singer, or a great screamer, depending on the genre. She is wearing a diaphanous knee-length white gown that fastens on the shoulders, similar to a woman's toga, with ornate golden clasps like flowers (the clasps are all that is holding the gown up, by the way), and the torchlight of the dungeon allows us to see her shapely feminine silhouette through the gown. Her dainty hooftips are just touching the floor as she hangs from the ceiling.
We start the scene from behind Noella at a roughly 45-degree angle, and then we focus on her upper body from the front, again at 45 degrees, her eyes closed, her head down as though sleeping. We hear the sound of heavy hooves from somewhere offscreen, and see her pretty blue eyes gradually open, though they stay heavy-lidded at first. Then we hear the voice of the Black Bull, which causes her eyes to open wide. This voice is soft and deep and commanding, filled with power and strength, without needing to be raised to be easily heard and immediately obeyed.
BB: Little Noella â€" I have come for you.
We have a shot of Noella in the background of the shot from the side coming to full wakefulness and turning her head. In the foreground, we can see a tall horned silhouette â€" the dark figure of the Black Bull. We then shift to a frontal shot of the towering Black Bull, his form still shrouded in shadows, except for his eyes, which gleam a dull red. They are normal-shaped eyes, though, not ‘monster eyes,' similar to those of the other characters, except different in color. At first these eyes have no pupils, but as the Black Bull steps out into the dim light of the room, the shadows falling away, we can see his pupils, his eyes becoming less threatening, even though they are still a slightly luminous red. The Black Bull is a towering, incredibly muscled Minotaur male. He has sharp teeth, though these are not always visible (they are like a tiger's) unless he opens his mouth, and stately ivory horns that jut mostly upwards (not outwards like a Longhorn's â€" see Rog Minotaur's stuff for good examples of horns and bulls). The Black Bull is slightly taller than Dragora with her neck extended, not including his horns. Sam goes up halfway on Dragora's fully-extended neck, and Noella only comes up to Sam's chest, making her quite small indeed compared to the massive Black Bull. His fur is short and sleek, like a second skin, and has a slight metallic cast to it, so that he is reflective like a statue of polished onyx, the fur only visible up close. He has broad, powerful hooves, and seems able to dominate the screen with ease, due to his presence and obvious power. His face is broad and handsome, in a fierce sort of way â€" he is a very masculine figure, a clear counterpoint to the almost feminine male beauty of Tristan. He is wearing a lighter tunic (try out colors until you find one that doesn't mess with his color scheme â€" he won't be wearing it long, but purple or a shade of white seem most appropriate), with an open front, revealing his chest, and a loincloth-like extension at the bottom, separated from the top by a broad leather belt, which covers his body, but only barely. The Black Bull walks up to Noella as we shift to a view downward onto her face (close to the angle that the Black Bull must be viewing her from), and we see one large hand gently cup her chin, tilting her face up to look at him with wide, frightened blue eyes.
Noella: What are you going to do to me? I've heard stories that . . .
BB: You do not need to be afraid of me. I know your darkest secrets, whispered in the night. I know what you have always wanted. That is why you are here: because it is what you needed, more than anything else.
Noella blinks, her mouth open in surprise as she cocks her head slightly, and then looks puzzled.
Noella: What I need? What are you-?
She starts a bit as the Black Bull's muzzle descends, and we shift to a side view as he brings her into a kiss. The chains fall from her wrists, allowing the Black Bull to press close to the willing female, his lips moving against hers with obvious skill, Noella's cheeks flushed, her eyes closing as she moves against him, gradually surrendering herself to the kiss. Then we shift to her eyes, which open suddenly before she begins pushing against him.
Noella: W-wait. I'm not sure if-
The Black Bull fixes his eyes on Noella, and we get a shot of him from a little behind her head, at a 45-degree angle, so that we can see them both in tilted profile, his eyes gazing deep into her own, her cheeks flushed, her small hands pressed against his powerful, broad chest. Her words trail off and the force of her pushing hands weakens, just before the Black Bull gently lifts her into his arms and turns to carry her from the room through an archway, as we focus on his back, her head and limbs barely visible around his broad body, before we fade into the black of the darkness, and we hear Noella's voice, soft and haunting, no music to interfere with the words.
Noella: Please . . be gentle.
As we fade back in, the camera pans along the floor, where we can see Noella's dress, strewn casually along the floor, and then, a bit further along, the Black Bull's tunic. The camera slowly angles up until we are looking at a truly massive bed with gossamer curtains and many pillows, making it look quite comfortable, as well as the perfect place for an orgy. On that bed, we draw in closer, viewing the scene from behind Noella at a 45-degree angle, Noella is seated on the Black Bull's lap, her arms around his neck as they kiss some more (there is no penetration involved â€" she is just sitting in his lap, his penis pressed between their bodies). His huge hands are stroking down her smooth back and then cup her shapely bare bottom, their colorations showing a marked contrast between his looming black and her angelic white.
As the Black Bull grips Noella's rump, Noella arches her back, giving a soft gasp, before the Black Bull kisses her exposed neck, and then tilts her back, moving his hands so that he can lower her to the bed, until Noella is leaning back on her elbows, looking down at the Black Bull eagerly as he lowers his head towards her heaving chest.
As the camera angle shifts to the side, until it is at a slight angle from behind the Black Bull, we can see that the Black Bull is kissing Noella's chest, taking time to run his broad pink tongue over her lovely left breast, using the left hand to support himself while the other handles the right breast, his fingers carefully handling her pretty pink nipple even as his muzzle starts to suckle on the other one, making Noella cry out in pleasure, thrusting out her chest as she lies back, her legs slightly bent, her elbows holding her body up so that she can better watch.
The Black Bull then begins to lick his way down Noella's body to her belly, wriggling the thick tongue into her belly button for a moment, making the unicorn coo in pleasure, and then lifts her left leg as he slowly licks his way up her dainty hock all the way to her cute hooftips. As the Black Bull does all of this, Noella squirms and starts and moans, obviously enjoying herself and acting in a very responsive manner, moving to maximize whatever the Black Bull does to her, enjoying it to the fullest.
Setting her leg down, so that now her legs are bent and spread, we shift directly to the side, before the Black Bull Descends between Noella's legs, lifting them up onto his shoulders, his hands lopped inside of her legs and resting on her inner thighs. We then see him performing a great deal of oral sex on Noella's sweet pink cunny from numerous angles, starting the scene from the side, her legs in the way of our view as he "grazes" on her cunny, though it is obvious that he is moving his lips, because we can see his cheek and jaw and neck muscles working hard. Then we get the scene from the side of his muzzle at a roughly 45-degree angle, now close enough to see between Noella's legs as he pulls back a little and then beings to lap at her slit a few times, before the scene moves in really close as he plunges his tongue into her cunny nice and deep, taking his time with the penetration, his muzzle parting so that we can see his sharp teeth, and then pumping it back and forth several times. We then shift back directly to the side, but closer, so that we can see Noella writhing on the bed, her back arching, pressing her groin up against the Black Bull (only his upper body visible, most of the camera attention on Noella) as she grips the bed, giving a high-pitched, sweet cry of pleasure, her eyes pressed shut, looking lovely in her orgasm, while the Black Bull has his head pressed in closely, his eyes turned upward to watch the princess orgasm, as the camera also pans in, starting out far enough so that we can see the Black Bull watching the Princess, and then closing in on her face in the midst of her pleasures. The scene then fades out with Noella's rising cry of sweet orgasm.
As the scene finishes and then fades back in, we shift to a shot from above and at a slight downward tilt of Noella lying snuggled against the Black Bull's side as they lie in bed, basking in her afterglow, while his penis is still erect, lying flopped against his muscled abdomen. We get a closeup of her face as she rests her cheek against the Black Bull's chest, and her eyes open gradually, before she looks up at him, smiling, before we shift the camera just far back enough so that we can see both of their bodies, the Black Bull looking down at Noella, who is turned on her side slightly, her hand obscuring her nipples from view, her leg turned so that we cannot quite see her sex.
Noella: You were right â€" that was what I needed. I've never felt . . . [she sighs blissfully, and then kisses his cheek]. Thank you. [She looks down then at the Black Bull's penis and her eyes widen]. Oh! Is this because of me? [She looks up at him again, almost worried-looking]. Don't you need relief too?
We pan in closer so that we can see only their upper bodies as the Black Bull rubs Noella's back and then bends to kiss the tip of her horn.
BB: Your happiness is more important.
Noella smiles and then rises onto all-fours on the bed, her lower quarters just barely out of sight of the camera.
Noella: I think making you happy is just what will make me happiest. [She slides completely out of view as the Black Bull leans on his elbows to prop himself up, so that he can better watch]. Now let me see â€" my, you're big!
We shift to a side view of Noella stroking the Black Bull's shaft, holding it pointed almost straight up while he watches her (his penis is the same color as the rest of his body, except without fur, of course, making it even more smooth and shiny, as well as quite long and very thick, though just shy of the ridiculous level). He is smiling slightly as he watches her, and her expression is at once curious and eager.
Noella: [Looking up] It's so hard. Doesn't it hurt when you get like this?
BB: [Looking amused and casual] Only if you stop paying attention to it. Try using your mouth, please. I like that.
Noella: How do I . . .?
The Black Bull reaches forward, touching the very tip of Noella's horn (the tip is obviously a bit blunted, not looking sharp at all). There is a momentary spark, which makes her gasp, her body stiffening for a moment, and we see flashes of three quick scenes with other females sucking on the Black Bull's penis, one of a vixen from the side, the Bull's head cut off so that the focus is on her, another of a catgirl looking up at the screen with his penis in her mouth, and the last of a squirrelgirl, shot from behind at a 45-degree angle, her tail hiked up as she goes down on the Bull. As the flashes of memory end, we shift back to where we were in the present, and Noella smiles, nodding in understanding.
Noella: Oooh, I see now. I . . . I really do see now. I know just what to do.
She seems delighted by this realization, and promptly bends her head, starting to lick at the head of the Black Bull's penis (by the way, all genitalia is mostly human in appearance, beyond the presence of sheaths, etcetera, and circumcised). We shift view to the Black Bull's perspective for the last few licks, just before Noella wraps her lips around the Black Bull's glans and then starts to bob her head, his large hand reaching out to gently rest on her shoulder.
BB: That is right. That feels good.
Sideshot, closeup on Noella as she eagerly bobs her head on as much of the Black Bull's cock as she can easily manage, which is about half of it, using one hand to pump the rest, and the other to cup and stroke his very large balls. We then shift to a shot from behind at a 45-degree angle, so that we can see Noella cupping the Black Bull's balls more clearly as well as her cute, upturned rump, her tail flopped to the side, letting us see everything quite clearly while she bobs her head, and the Black Bull strokes his big hand through her hair lovingly, looking on with a very satisfied smile. Then, suddenly, we hear the sound of clopping hooves, and shift to a shot of the entry arch (45-degree angle) as Tristan bursts through into the room, his sword in his hand, and absolutely nothing else on his body (his penis is still sheathed right now, though).
Tristan: Don't worry, Princess Noella! I've come to save y-
We shift scene so that now we can see, in the foreground, taking up about half the screen, Noella, her rump hiked high, as though presented towards the rear of the screen, looking back in surprise, holding the Black Bull's genitals in her hands, her eyes wide, mouth slightly open, the Black Bull's hand still resting on her shoulder. Behind her, in the background, is Tristan, frozen once more, his eyes wide and staring right at Noella's naughty bits, his mouth open, obviously stunned. As we watch, his penis drops from its sheath and quickly hardens, before his cheeks flush, and he turns away hastily, covering his eyes with one hand.
Tristan: I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to . . . I didn't know you were . . . I mean, it's not like I intended . . .
At the same camera angle, Noella releases the Black Bull's penis, which bobs slightly with the weight of his heavy balls, and then turns to seat herself on the edge of the bed, looking at Tristan, so that we can get a view of her cute bum on the bed. The scene shifts once more, this time to a side view of Tristan with one hand over his eyes, the other resting on his sword's hilt, though the sword is lowered right now, his body from above his ankles visible, so that we can see his erect penis still standing up, and the empty archway he just used on the far left of the scene. As he stands there, Dragora walks out of the archway and stands in front of him. Hunches over as he is, to keep his hand over his eyes easier, this means that Tristan's face is pointed almost directly right at Dragora's cleavage. She reaches down and takes his hand on his eyes, and moves it so that it is pressed against one of her boobs.
Dragora: Here â€" this is what you need, hon.
Tristan blinks, looking almost like he's going to cry as he stares at Dragora's breasts, while the dragoness looks over his shoulder at the bed (not visible from this angle).
Dragora: He's not a bad person, master. I think he's just young, and still learning about the way the world works. [She bends her head to look at Tristan, cupping his chin to lift his head to look her in the eyes, even as he looks steadily more miserable]. Don't be like that, dear. You just don't understand my master. It's an easy mistake to make.
Dragora reaches down and takes Tristan's other hand, with the sword. The sword drops with a clang onto the ground (not seen), and he turns as she steps past him, pulling him gently along. The scene shifts so that Dragora and Tristan are at the bottom of the screen, looking at the Black Bull, who is sitting on the edge of the bed, still erect and unashamed of his nudity, acting as though this were perfectly normal, while Noella is sitting nearby, on the Black Bull's right, with some sheets pulled over her while she blushes modestly and clutches them close. The Black Bull looks at Tristan seriously, seeming very much a king, even though his erection hasn't gone away. Dragora looks at Tristan, turned to the side and still holding his hand as she speaks.
Dragora: My master doesn't eat anybody, and he doesn't keep them as slaves. Everybody remembers when he takes sacrifices, but nobody remembers who he took, or when the last sacrifice was. He's got that sort of power â€" he can make people forget. The only ones to remember are the virgins that come here. He lets them all go in the end, after he's shared everything with them â€" everything of pleasure and knowledge that he has to give. He's a god of fertility as well as protection. This is how he renews himself. It's what keeps him young and strong, and what gives life to this fertile valley. He looks out over his valley, and chooses those virgins who, well [she smiles toothily] fantasize about him, after seeing some of his statues or images around the valley.
Noella: [Blushing]. It was the big statue in the throneroom. I . . . I was thinking about it, late at night, and, um [she lowers her head, covering her muzzle with the sheets bashfully, her voice very small and shy as her eyes peer over the covers] I guess I just wondered what it would be like.
The scene shifts to the side, with the Black Bull visible on the bed, Noella just beyond him and obscured mostly from view by his body, and Tristan standing. Dragora moves so that she's behind Tristan, setting one of her clawed hands on his shoulders, while the other shifts to his penis, wrapping around the nicely-sized, youthful member. Tristan gasps, tensing and then looks back at her in surprise, and then at the Black Bull as he rises, letting us see Noella on the bed more clearly. The Black Bull and Dragora share a smile, before the Black Bull reaches up and gently cups Tristan's chin, bending his muzzle close to Tristan's. We have the camera close to their faces as the Black Bull's eyes look into Tristan's.
Tristan: I . . . I guess she doesn't need saving, then. But . . . what are you going to do to me?
Dragora: [Leaning over Tristan's shoulder, licking his cheek]. You're a virgin, too, my handsome young stud. I think you'll make a fine sacrifice [she looks at the Black Bull, who is even closer to Tristan's muzzle right now]. Don't you agree, master?
BB: [Soft, passionate whisper] Yes.
The Black Bull pulls Tristan into a kiss as we shoot the scene from slightly out, so that we can see how Dragora wraps her clawed hand around both erect penises, holding them together, stroking them. The Black Bull's penis is longer and thicker than Tristan's, but not by too much, looking more ‘adult' than the young hero. At first the young stallion resists weakly, pressing his hands against the Black Bull's chest, soft, muffled sounds of protest coming from him. Then his blue eyes close, his cheeks flushing, and he lets his body mold against the Black Bull's as his protesting noises turn into a pleased moan.
The Black Bull breaks the kiss, and then turns, getting onto Tristan's other side as he and Dragora guide the young male towards the bed. Noella scoots further up the bed, out of sight of the camera, to make room as Tristan steps up, so that he can kneel on the edge of the orgy-sized bed. The Black Bull looks at Noella (offscreen), and nods at her, motioning with his hand for her to turn around.
BB: Present yourself, my dear princess. I think I have found the perfect fit for your sweetness.
We shift scene, then, to the perspective of the Black Bull, Dragora, and Tristan, so that we are looking straight towards the bed, where Noella is on all-fours, facing away from the viewer, her tail teasingly hiding her naughty parts (which are a snowy white, like the rest of her skin, though her vagina is a sweet pink color when her labia are spread). She is looking back at the viewer, her eyes wide and eager, and then lowers her head, thrusting her bottom out towards the camera, her tail flicking over to the side, so that her entire rump and naughty bits are completely visible.
Noella: Like this?
BB (Offscreen): (Drawing out the word) Perfect. Now, young hero, it is time that you became a man.
We shift scene, with the camera now taking a side shot of the bed, with Noella positioned on it, offering herself as Tristan kneels behind her, his penis erect, his eyes wide. He reaches out tentatively with first one hand, resting it on Noella's rump, and then takes a grip on her tush with both hands, stroking them over her shapely, smooth bottom before holding firm and steady. Tristan's muzzle descends, and he gives Noella's sex a tentative lick, pausing right before he tastes her, before his face brightens with a smile, obviously liking the taste, before he presses his muzzle forward, and starts to eat out the cute unicorn girl, his motions not fully seen, since it's from the side, so the viewer can infer exactly what he does with his tongue and mouth.
After this goes on for a few minutes, Dragora can be seen walking on the far side of the screen (her distance from the camera a good way to show just how big the bed really is) and climbs onto the bed, kneeling there as she watches eagerly, licking her lips and teasing her claws over her breasts and belly, arousing herself (which she continues to do in the background during the following scene), while the Black Bull makes his way into the camera's view on his knees (he does not crawl) behind Tristan, the bed shifting a bit under his great bulk, though it's rather stiff, and doesn't give too much. Since Tristan is bent over to lick Noella, this makes it easy for the Black Bull to reach out with one large hand (and his hands are huge) and grip the younger male's rump firmly but not painfully so. Tristan looks back (his face turning in the direction of the camera, so we can see his expression), his eyes wide and uncertain in his innocence. Noella, meanwhile, looks over her shoulder, a bit miffed at having the oral pleasure stop. The Black Bull smiles at Tristan, and then reaches around with his other hand, gripping the stallion's penis and stroking it a few times.
BB: Shh â€" it is all right. I promise this will feel good.
Tristan looks a bit hesitant, but then moans, his head and back arching a bit as he's stroked, and he soon turns his attention back to grazing on Noella's cunny, causing her to turn her head back forward, cooing sweetly in pleasure as she settles her head on her folded arms.
We shift the camera now so that we are focused on the Black Bull, still from the side, Tristan's back and rump visible, as it the back of his head, so that we can see his neck and jawline just barely, and get an idea that he is still working on pleasing Noella. The Black Bull continues to stroke Tristan's penis as he gropes and explores the young stallion's rump and back and side, before the Bull finally grips Tristan's rump firmly, causing the younger male's tail to flick to the side, and spreads it apart (still only using one hand), his muzzle moving forward so that he can lick Tristan's tailhole (not shown fully, since the curve of Tristan's cute blonde butt keeps his tailhole as hidden as Noella's sex, though we can see his dangling balls pretty clearly), moving his tongue with firm pressure and care, making it obvious he knows what he's doing.
Quick closeup of Tristan's face from the side as his head arches back, his teeth grit, his eyes squeezed with pleasure.
Tristan: That . . . that feels good.
He sounds amazed at the admission, but then his head lowers, and he gets back to work on Noella, the camera following the motion of his muzzle so that we can get a quick glimpse of the unicorn's pink parts for a moment.
Scene shift back to the Black Bull, from the side as before, as he moves his head back, and then lifts his hand, extending one finger and suckling on it until it is nice and wet, before he presses it against Tristan's unseen tailhole, which holds for a few seconds, before the finger pops inside, the Black Bull pressing the long, thick digit in all the way. Tristan gives a gasping moan at this, part surprise and part arousal, and we can then see the visible part of his head moving faster, and can hear the slurping sounds of his oral work of Noella increasing.
Shift to a closeup of Noella's face mostly from the front, though at a slight angle to the screen's right, that part of the screen having some free space, her cheeks flushed, her head rising as she cries out in pleasure, her head tilting back, her body obviously tensing all over as she grips the sheets. As she starts to lower her head, we see Dragora's knees and lower body move into the picture on the right side of the screen. Dragora reaches down and gently cups Noella's chin, causing the unicorn girl's eyes to open and look up at Dragora with curious interest. The slurping sounds from behind Noella stop shortly after this, and we get the impression that Tristan isn't licking her any more.
We shift now to a side view showing Noella's upper body and all of Dragora's kneeling body as the shapely dragoness reaches up to stroke her other clawed hand through Noella's blonde hair, and then gently grips the unicorn's horn. Dragora then starts to stroke the horn, smiling down at Noella, who returns the smile, before closing her eyes, gasping in pleasure, and opening them again just as Dragora starts to bend her head. The dragoness flicks her long, forked tongue out, teasing the tip of Noella's horn, before taking the horn into her muzzle, suckling on it as she might a penis, hollowing out her cheeks as she starts to bob her head back and forth. Noella closes her eyes again, panting and gasping for breath as she keeps gripping the sheets, moving her head slightly in time with the motions of the kneeling dragoness, who is fellating the horn almost straight up and down, making Noella's face tilt somewhat upward, her back arching.
To give an idea of where everybody is and what they are doing, the camera then shifts to a full side view of the four characters, Tristan and the Black Bull on the left side of the screen, Noella and Dragora on the right side, the distance between the two pairings not very large at all. We can see Tristan on the bed, resting his weight on one hand, while his other strokes himself, his face a mask of pleasured tension. The Black Bull is behind Tristan, pumping two fingers in and out of the younger male, his other hand on Tristan's shoulder, rubbing the stallion there reassuringly, his face showing his concentration on his task. On the right side of the screen, meanwhile, Noella is rubbing herself with one hand, her bottom just a short distance away from Tristan's face, while the stallion does look closely every so often, the sight before him obviously turning him on even more. Noella's other hand is gripping the sheets still, while Dragora is playing with one of her nipples with one hand, the other resting on Noella's back, stroking her lovely white-furred body while the dragoness continues to go down on the unicorn's horn just as though it were a penis, Noella's reactions telling us how good it feels, even as Dragora pulls back occasionally to swirl her forked tongue around the tip of Noella's horn, then bobs her head a few more times, and then stops to lick up and down each side of the spiral length.
Camera shift to a slight angle to the left, focusing on Noella and Dragora only, so that we can see Dragora's sex as she pulls her muzzle off of Noella's horn, giving it a last kiss to the tip, before she settles back, spreading her legs as she settles onto some pillows behind her to keep her body propped up, and then reaches down to grip Noella's horn, while the unicorn looks quite shocked and incredibly aroused as the dragoness angles Noella's horn downward, pulling her forward until it is just touching Dragora's sex.
Dragora: Slide it in all the way, my dear princess. You can't hurt a dragoness like that, even if your horn were sharpened.
Noella looks uncertain for a moment, and then moves both her hands to grip the sheets a bit closer to Dragora's body, to get some leverage, before she lunges forward, plunging her horn to its depths inside Dragora, who grabs both her breasts, her back arching as she squeezes her golden nipples, crying out in pleasure.
Dragora: Yeah! Oh yeah! Nail me hard!
Noella starts to move her body forward and back, thrusting her horn eagerly in and out of Dragora's dripping wet golden cunny, while she fingers herself with one hand, using the other for support, as Dragora's toes curl and she thrusts her hips back at Noella's thrusts.
Shift back to the Black Bull and Tristan, from a similar angle to the scene before, tilted slightly to the left so that we can more clearly see the rumps of both males, and especially Tristan's tight little tailhole as the Black Bull pulls his fingers out of the younger male and grips his long black-skinned penis instead, stroking himself a few times. Tristan looks back at the Black Bull, his eyes widening as the larger male guides his cock forward, pressing the head against Tristan's tailhole, the bull's grip on Tristan's shoulder holding the other male in place, down on all-fours.
Tristan: Please, I . . . will it hurt?
BB (rubbing Tristan's upper back soothingly): Only a little. Just relax. You should be ready now. I will take it slow and gentle, I promise.
Tristan nibbles his bottom lip nervously for a moment before nodding, lowering his head slightly, thrusting his rump out a bit more. The Black Bull's body tenses, his rump tightening, and he slowly, carefully squeezes himself forward, Tristan's tailhole gradually opening up, the head of the Black Bull's thick cock gradually spreading his tight anal ring apart, before suddenly giving way, the Black Bull's whole cockhead popping inside, making Tristan start a bit, his head jerking up as he gasps softly, before the Black Bull's hand that had been holding his penis in place moves to Tristan's still-hard cock, his hand on the stallion's shoulder rubbing him there reassuringly for a moment.
BB: That was the worst part. The rest is all pleasure, I promise.
Tristan nods, and the Black Bull starts to press himself in slowly, until his balls press firmly against Tristan's slightly smaller ones, his hips impacting gently with Tristan's upturned rump. The Black Bull starts a slow, steady thrusting now, stroking Tristan's penis in time with his motions. After a few minutes, the Black Bull's hand on Tristan's shoulder tenses a bit, and then lifts the younger male up, so that the pair are parallel to each other as the Black Bull thrusts in and out of Tristan from behind, his hand stroking the stallion's penis a bit faster, while Tristan's hands reach back to rub against the Black Bull's taught abdomen and hips, his head lowered, his cheeks flushed as he pants hard in his pleasure.
Scene shift to the side, so that we can see everything that is happening with both pairs. We will notice, though, that the Black Bull is slowly guiding Tristan forward, both sidling on their knees as the Black Bull angles Tristan's penis down, aiming it straight at Noella's upturned rump. Tristan sees this, and moves his hands to touch the unicorn girl's lower back, stroking down her hips and then grasping her rump as he moves forward, his penis resting on top of her rump as the Black Bull moves his hand to hold Tristan's hips, just between her shapely cheeks as her lionlike tail flicks with the touch. Dragora looks up as Tristan gets into position, with the Black Bull guiding his penis with one large hand, and smiles as she looks down at Noella, whose eyes turn back, even though she can only move her head just a little bit. The dragoness gently strokes Noella's head and bends down to kiss her cheek before sliding her hips back a little, so that Noella's horn slips free, letting the unicorn turn her head and look.
Dragora: It's time, sweet princess.
Noella (looking back at the penis on her rump, eyes wide and aroused as well as fearful): Will it hurt?
Dragora: Not with my master here. It's part of his magic, if you want it. (She looks at Tristan with a teasing smirk). Heroes always want it to hurt, just a little. Part of what they are, I suppose. (She then looks back down at Noella, who turns to look at Dragora as the dragoness cups her chin lovingly). But for beautiful girls like you, freshly come of age . . . no, no pain. I promise, and so does my master.
We get a shift in scene so that we can see Tristan's penis sliding down Noella's sex, and then rubbing right up against her snug little slit, moving up and down a few times, before carefully nudging her labia apart, pressing inward.
The camera shifts briefly to the side, so that we can see the Black Bull behind Tristan and Noella, Dragora mostly absent from the shot, to make the other three larger in focus. The Black Bull's hand starts the scene wrapped around Tristan's shaft, holding him in place, and then moves to the stallion's waist. The Black Bull slowly draws back his hips, even as both of the younger characters turn to look at him expectantly, their eyes wide and expressions eager.
Shift scene so that we get a closeup at a slight rightward tilt on the Black Bull's penis as it almost exits Tristan's tailhole, the young stallion's balls visible below, the corona of the head visible for a moment, before it thrusts back home with a single, smooth, steady stroke, which ends letting us see the Black Bull's rump cover Tristan's, so that we cannot see any more.
Instantly afterwards, we shift camera so that we can see Tristan's penis, firmly in place and pressed against Noella's snug cunny lips at the same angle as the former shot with the Black Bull, spreading them slightly apart, wavering a little as Tristan shifts his weight, the heart-shaped curve of Noella's rump and motion of her tail visible, right before Tristan's hips thrust forward with the impact of the Black Bull's thrust, letting us watch the steady, smooth thrust that sinks himself into Noella's virgin vagina to the hilt. There is no blood, though there is a lot of pussy juice, since Noella is quite wet at this point after her several orgasms.
Shift to Noella's face from the side as she lifts her head, some extra space provided on the right of the screen for Dragora, Noella's muzzle parting, eyes closed, and she gives a soft cry of pleasure. Dragora's head lowers, one clawed hand cupping Noella's cheek and chin as the princess' eyes open briefly, guiding the unicorn's muzzle forward and Dragora kisses Noella, the unicorn's eyes closing once more. Then Dragora leans back, breaking the kiss, and guides Noella's head down between the dragoness' legs, where Noella promptly gets to work eating the dragoness out, just like the Black Bull and Tristan had been doing to her earlier.
Shift now to a top view, the camera tilted to the side once so as to make a slight diagonal line of the foursome that has formed, starting right above the Black Bull, the camera pausing there as he rests, his shoulders visibly rising and falling, as he runs his hands over the shoulders and back of Tristan, who is bending over slightly at first, tail flicked to the side so that we can see his shapely, muscled rump clearly. Then the Black Bull starts to pull his hips back, and thrust them forward again, beginning a nice, steady rhythm. Once he has that rhythm established, we gradually pan across each of the four lowers as they move against each other, taking our time so that the audience can get a great look at each part of this love train, getting lots of time to enjoy the attractive features of each person involved. Tristan is alternating between thrusting back into the Black Bull's penis, and thrusting forward into Noella's sex, his hands resting on either side of her heart-shaped rump, so that we can see it clearly from above, especially when he draws back. Noella's rump depresses and flexes with each impact of Tristan's hips against her bottom, while she holds herself steady, so as to accept his thrusts, while her muzzle keeps working steadily against Dragora's sex, her head moving up and down and from side to side slightly so as to spread out her attentions, until the camera has almost panned Tristan from the screen, when she shifts her tactics and just focuses on licking the top of Dragora's sex, where the clitoris is. Dragora, at the end of the chain, is stroking Noella's blonde hair tenderly, her other hand resting on the bed, her head inclined so that she can watch the unicorn work, her tail swishing behind her, her hips moving slightly with Noella's motions. As Noella starts to increase her rate of licking, Dragora moves both of her hands back and grabs the sheets firmly, her head tilting up to look straight at the camera just as we center right above her, her mouth open in a gasp of pleasure, her body starting to tremble and buck with an orgasm.
Camera shift to the side, so that we are now looking at the Black Bull as he thrusts into Tristan, the horse almost not visible on the screen, as the Black Bull takes up most of the camera focus. The Black Bull has appeared rather calm and collected thus far, but now his face grows tense, his jaw tightening, his teeth visible and gritted as he starts to pump faster, rough and wild, and we can hear the moans of pleasure from the others increasing in volume and intensity. Then, with a feral roar, his muzzle parting, showing his sharp teeth, his head tilted slightly forward, the Black Bull lunges with his hips, burying himself to the hilt in Tristan's backside, his cum soon starting to spurt out, leaking down Tristan's and the Black Bull's balls. We immediately start to pan across so that we can see Tristan, his head thrown back as he gives a whinny of pleasure, cumming inside Noella, whose upturned rump is quivering with her own orgasm, which we see quite clearly as we continue panning. Noella's eyes are closed, her muffled cries of ecstasy audible as she presses herself firmly into Dragora's pussy, the unicorn's entire body quivering, young muscles clenching to the point that it's obvious she can't control her actions, her motions jerky and intense, while Dragora, as we pan over to her, is similarly thrashing, her hips thrust forward, the rest of her body bent backwards as she kneels on the bed, her flexible, sinuous body almost doubled over backwards, her wings clenching tightly against her back, the claws on the wingtips flexing as well. As the camera finally settles on Dragora, we watch as she lifts her head, and belches out a gout of hot flame even as she screams ecstatically, and we focus on her face from the side before we face to black.
After a while, we face back in, the camera giving us a side angle shot of the Black Bull on his knees, his hips thrust out so that his penis is lancing upwards vertically, resting between Noella's legs, following the curve of her shapely white-furred rump as she presses up against the Black Bull, kissing him, his large hands roaming over her body, stroking down her back.
The camera pans along the bed to the right, until we get a side shot of Tristan lying back on some large pillows near the head of the bed, Dragora lying next to him, leaning up against him on the side opposite the camera, most of her body hidden by Tristan's, her head resting on his chest, one hand stroking his chest and belly, while Tristan's penis stays roughly at half-mast.
Tristan (a bit sleepily): Why does he keep this a secret? I mean, why doesn't he just let the people in the valley know this is what happens â€" that he's their friend?
Dragora smiles up at Tristan, and then turns her head, towards where the Black Bull and Noella are.
Shift camera angle to the POV of Tristan and Dragora, their heads briefly visible on either side of the scene, before we zoom forward slightly, so that the Black Bull and Noella take up the scene before us, the camera angle tilted slightly to one side, so that we can just see the side of Noella's face â€" enough to get her expressions. As seen from behind, Noella strokes her rump against the Black Bull's cock, her tail teasing against his large, heavy balls, and she actually bends forward while he bends back a bit while the Black Bull licks at her breasts with his large pink tongue, so that her rump is thrust out towards the camera, and the only thing preventing us from having a complete rear view is the thick, circumcised black penis in the way. We pan back slightly, so as to get a full shot as Noella lifts herself up, resting her hands on the Black Bull's shoulders, while his hands go to her waist to provide support, and she positions herself over the Bull's penis (which is quite a bit larger than Tristan's). Looking back, her eyes wide with a combination of nervousness and eagerness, Noella then slowly presses back, letting the thick black cock gradually spread her open, before she throws her head back with a cry of pleasure, and starts seriously working her hips backwards and down, her tail hiked to the side so that we can see everything quite clearly, before Noella finally bottoms out, her bottom pressed against the Black Bull's heavy balls. His large hands reach around, gripping her hips, his fingers so long that they reach around to her rump, and we focus in on Noella's rump as she starts to raise and lower herself, her pink parts visibly clinging to the Black Bull's shaft every time she lifts herself up.
Dragora (voice from offscreen after the first few thrusts): Because it unites them.
Camera shift so that we are viewing Noella and the Black Bull from the side now, so that they take up the whole screen, the Black Bull licking and sucking on the unicorn's breasts and nipples, making sure to pay oral attention to the whole of each breast, and not just any one part, though he does gradually focus his attentions onto the nipples after a while. Dragora keeps talking while this is happening in a voiceover, Noella rising and falling the whole time, the grunts of the Black Bull and moans and cries of Noella slightly muffled in the background, so as not to interfere with the narration.
Dragora: Think about it. People are always fighting, never living in peace. But the Black Bull has united them. They fear him, but know he protects them. The so-called sacrifices reassure a select few of the truth, so that they never rise in rebellion, while leaving the rest with something they can understand.
The Black Bull leans back, arching his hips as Noella suddenly cries out, her whole body flushing all over as she wraps her arms around the Bull, pressing her head against his chest, her face turned towards us, her hips still moving, while the Black Bull's arms wrap around her in a gentle embrace.
Dragora: And when they send heroes like you . . .
Camera shift back to a rear view, panning slowly down from top to bottom, starting at Noella's head resting on the Black Bull's chest while he grits his teeth in a feral snarl next to her head, looking almost feline like that, and then pan down their bodies to where cum is dripping from Noella's cunny as she presses so firmly against the Black Bull, running down his mighty shaft along with her clear juices.
We shift scene back to Dragora and Tristan, viewing them for a few moments as they watch the scene on the other end of the bed, Tristan's penis gradually hardening, before Dragora grips the stallion's cock with her hand, and then slides down the bed, rolling over so that she is now lying between his legs.
Camera shift so that we are focused more on Dragora's head and Tristan's cock as she strokes him a bit faster, getting him to full erection, grinning up at him as she speaks next. The angle of this shot is slightly diagonal, so that we are looking down at the dragoness and get a good view of what she intends to do next.
Dragora: Well . . . we just show them the truth. (She laughs). It's never failed us yet.
Dragora then teases her forked tongue over Tristan's cock, circling the head, and then takes it into her muzzle, wrapping her lips slowly and carefully around his penis before she starts to bob her head up and down, one hand stroking his firm lower belly while the other cups and handles his balls.
Camera shift to Tristan's head and upper body, shot from the side as he looks down, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. We can hear Dragora's slurping sounds as she sucks on his cock, and Tristan's head arches back, his muzzle parting wider, eyes closing as he gives a long, pleased moan.
Fade to black.
Fade back in, Noella seated behind Tristan on his horse as we take the shot from the side, the non-anthro horse's rump tilted at a 45-degree angle to the audience's left (another potential balls shot, if desired). The horse is standing at the base of the hill, while Dragora is standing slightly up the hill, so that she can look down on the young couple, Noella holding Tristan firmly around the waist, hugging herself to his back and looking happy.
Dragora: Don't worry about a thing, young hero. Everyone will remember (she grins) that you saved the princess from a terrible dragon. You're sure to inherit the kingdom now.
Noella (teasingly): Of course, that means you have to marry the princess you saved.
Tristan's eyes widen, and he gets a silly grin on his face.
Tristan: I think I can do that. (He turns to look at her, a little uncertain in his cute, boyish way). If you'll have me, I mean.
Noella: (Giggles and then kisses him for several moments, with tongue, before answering). Of course, silly. (She nuzzles the side of his neck). You're the first man to ever have me, and the bravest and sweetest one that I've ever met. I'd be happy to spend my whole life with you.
Tristan beams, and then looks up at Dragora. Dragora spreads her wings, flapping them as she smiles at the couple, and then starts to hover off the ground.
Dragora: Fair weather to you, Prince Tristan. Bright days to you, Princess Noella. Blessings on you both, and a brighter future than either of you can ever imagine.
Dragora then arches her body and launches herself into the air, snapping her tail and feet against the ground for a boost as she flies upwards. Tristan rears his horse slightly, turning it, and also takes off as the bright music from the opening credits starts up once more, softly at first, and gradually rising in volume, and he rides off the screen to the audience's left.
Scene shift to the couple on horseback as they ride along, the sunset in the background, Dragora visible in the air above them, pacing herself along with the horse, picturesque little farms dotting the landscape in the distance behind the pair, with some woods acting as the far backdrop, the mountains just beyond those. The closing credits and music rolls, and when they end, the sun seems to stop moving, letting the horse and Dragora race off the edge of the screen, which then fades to black.