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Loving a Unicorn

Heartbeat Passage

Chapter 4

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

"Are you sure this is okay?" Christian asked, peering around the birch tree with silver, peeling bark.

Keeping his distance, he followed Celeste with slow, careful footsteps as if afraid of where he was putting his feet. Everywhere he tread seemed to be covered in pristine moss and wildflowers, their colours so vibrant that he felt an imposter simply walking through the grove. Brushing a hand through his roughed up hair, Christian made no attempt to avert his eyes from Celeste's behind, rippling with muscle as she strode confidently onwards. He only just whipped his gaze away in time when the unicorn turned, encouraging him with a little bob of her head.

"Nearly there."

She walked on, giving him no choice but to follow. It was not as if he didn't want to see Celeste's home - he was more curious than he cared to admit - but he half dreaded what the other unicorns would make of him. He would be walking in with their princess. He still wasn't sure he'd wrapped his head around that. Undoubtedly the herd would be as polite and friendly as Celeste, though he couldn't deny that it would be intimidating. At least she'd promised him that her parents were away for the time being, on royal business no doubt. He licked his lips nervously, wondering if they were meeting with the gryphons and their alpha, the memory of a few weekends ago.

Time passed so quickly with Celeste but he had other matters to concern himself with as they approached two unicorns in dun and black, coats gleaming even in the low light of oncoming evening. Christian winced, feet sore; it had been a long walk but it was understandable why the unicorns lived so far from civilisation. Although the pair of unicorns, who could have been guards, eyed Celeste, they dipped their heads to allow them passage.

Stepping between them, Christian tried not to stare. He had 'his' own unicorn to stare at, though considered himself more hers than she was his. She led him into a village composed of open shelters for socialising, formed from all natural materials with leaves for the roof - likely kept in place through magical means. At first he found it odd that they were all single storey abodes until he remembered that, of course, stairs would be more difficult for an equine to traverse. It was easy to forget that she walked on four legs.

As they moved further into the village, with plenty of space between large, roomy homes, unicorn after unicorn poked out curious muzzles, eyes bright and ears twitching. A human! Whatever next? He huddled into Celeste's side, trying to seem as small as possible and take in every unicorn in sight, the herd closing in. Eventually, it was impossible for Celeste to make further progress and she came to a halt, tail swishing over her hindquarters. It was all Christian could do to not watch it move over that beautiful rump.

The nearest unicorn, a darker silver-grey with a slice of pink on his nose, stretched out his head as if to touch Christian's arm. Green eyes warm, he whinnied a welcome, upper lip curling up from his teeth. Snorting, Celeste rested the tip of one hind hoof on the luscious grass, every inch the image of equine impatience. She had somewhere to be and they knew it too. Christian scratched her shoulder, pretending his palms weren't sweating like a waterfall.

Celeste nosed the other unicorn in greeting, appearing as familiar with him as she would be a brother. He, for what lay under his belly left little to the imagination, squealed and pranced like a colt, head thrown back as the herd shifted in response, one organism breathing as one.

"Quiet!" Celeste nickered, eyes dancing. "You will frighten this one if you crowd him!"

"What have you returned with this time, Celeste?" The stallion nickered, head bobbing as he "A pleasure to meet you, sir. What would your name be?"

"I'm Christian." Feeling oddly formal he planted his feet together and bowed - it was not as if he could shake the stallion's hoof. "A pleasure to meet you too..."

He let his last word hang in the air and the unicorn finished for him, head lifting higher.

"Diernon." He introduced himself. "I'm Celeste's cousin."

"Although your act denotes you as a ruffian rather than one in the royal line." Celeste quipped, a smile on her muzzle. "Alas, we must endure your presence, for you have some redeeming features."

He squealed, mock affronted by her comment. Even as he reared, the smile never left his eyes and Christian laughed along with the rippling nickers of the herd. Their laughter was as infectious as Celeste's.

Emboldened by Diernon, other members of the herd stepped forward to greet him, welcome on their lips, but Celeste stamped a hoof, shuffling them back. She shook her head, mane spilling to the other side of her neck, head arching around Christian as if to block him from view. There was nothing, however, that he required protection from and he craned his head around her, smiling at a younger, slimmer chestnut mare who could have only been born a year or two prior. It was good to see young life in an otherwise mature herd.

"Enough of this," Celeste said, hustling Christian along as the herd made a path for her, curiosity sated for the time being. "You shall meet Christian and speak as much as you desire. But that must wait for another time."

She made no further explanation as she nudged him in the small of his back, encouraging him on as his step faltered, eyes roaming. Perhaps a princess did not need to explain every word. Regardless, he had plenty to look at as they made their way through the village at a brisk pace, more open shelters for socialising and communal dining for feasts beckoning him in with lowered tables and slots within for fine food to be heaped, contained by what reminded him of a 'hay bar' for horses.

A larger dwelling with precious gems set into the white stone walls - magically enhanced, he could only suspect - lay ahead, the largest abode in the village. Set apart from other shelters, every colour of the rainbow glimmered in the walls, dragging Christian's attention from one glimmer to the next in swift succession. Christian looked up at the huge, wooden double doors permitting entrance, reaching out to Celeste for reassurance. The warmth of her coat never failed to slow the frantic pace of his heart and bring it to a new kind of beat.

Celeste brushed her nose against his cheek as they approached, tail lifted high.

"This is my home."

Opening the doors with magic, she led him through the private gardens of her family, full of flora that Christian had thought had died out many years ago in all the colours of the rainbow. There was no pause to admire as she smiled and guided him into the hallways, wooden floors and smooth walls ingrained with the memory of wood making him feel as if he was inside a tree itself. Indeed, living branches and roots curled from walls and floor, an essential part of the abode as nature thrived on unicorn life and unicorn life thrived on nature.

It was a beautiful companionship.

Taking him through the rooms in her home, she showed him a sliver of her world, for it would have taken many days for him to absorb everything. Eventually, he found himself herded up a slope with a gentle gradient to a private room with a bed set into the floor. Shivering, for it was Celeste's bedroom she had finally brought him to at the conclusion of their trek, he tried not to look at the bed for too long, instead sweeping his gaze around the tapestries layering the walls to depict scenes of unicorns. Her history? He was sure he would have the answer if he did but ask. Christian paused at the window, high enough to look out over the village in its entirety between the trees and, a little further afield, the sparkle of a lake stroked by sunset. He sighed. Was it so late already?

"Your home is lovely, Celeste," he said politely, hands clasped behind his back as if to push his chest out. "But surely we must be leaving once more? It is nearing nightfall and it will be quite a trek home."

He frowned, scratching his forearm. His fingernails rasped through a light coating of dark hair to match the mop atop his scalp.

"If you're tired, you don't have to walk me back either." He assured. "I'm sure I can find my way back through the forest." Christian chuckled. "I have my torch still."

Celeste paused before her bed, piled with soft blankets and layered in a way that reminded Christian of a stable made warm for the night. While far from a straw or shavings deep pile bed, he supposed her joints required the same. Did she sleep standing up like an equine or did her magic prevent her organs from becoming crushed beneath the weight of her body if she chose to sleep lying down for an extended span of time? He brimmed with curiosity, though patted his pockets down to check he had everything he started off with, disappointed to be leaving so soon. He'd have to be off.

"Christian..." The unicorn shook her head, horn dipping from side to side as her violet eyes twinkled, taking on new life. "Do you think I would have brought you to my bedchambers if I intended to send you traipsing back through the forest tonight?"

Christian blinked and the unicorn laughed, the soft peals musical and contained by the tapestries adorning the walls - there was no echo. Dumbfounded, he glanced back at the entranceway, devoid of a privacy door, and gulped. Hard.

"Oh."

What could he say? His thoughts raced, following the implications of the bedchamber. Did she mean what he thought she meant? He scratched his nose, buying himself time as the unicorn watched him, waiting on a response that was taking too long to pass his lips. Christian rocked back on his heels. No, no: he couldn't jump to conclusions.

"So, I'll be sleeping here tonight?"

He phrased it as a question, voice rising a pitch higher at the end of his utterance, and Celeste giggled, muzzle dipping to nudge his stomach.

"I know we shall be doing a great deal more than sleeping, Christian."

He took a step back towards the bed as Celeste advanced, a unicorn that knew exactly what she wanted and how she was going to achieve it. She lifted her head to the same level of his and pressed their lips together, tongue flicking out over Christian's lips. It was as clumsy as their first kiss yet all the sweeter for what was to come, lips and tongues making do with bodies that were never designed to mould together perfectly. Hesitantly, Christian returned her kiss, passion deepening as twined his fingers into her mane. He had to stand on his tip-toes to reach her poll when her head was at such an angle, lips upturned to meet her velvety embrace.

Trailing his fingers down her neck, Christian shivered, admiring her form as Celeste invited his gaze in. Turning side-on to him, she arched her neck proudly and lifted a hind hoof as if to tense the muscle of her hindquarters, showing off her body with the air of a mare who knew every bit how alluring she was.

"Take off your clothes," she nickered. "You see me as I truly am every time we meet. I wish to see you as you are, Christian, too."

She was quick! Christian's eyes roamed her body from the curve of her neck to smooth hindquarters, tail lifted high. There was no question what she wanted; the unicorn was as direct as ever and it both excited and terrified him. He fiddled with the neck of his jacket, feeling very bare despite his clothing. What would she think of him? There was no way to tell except to take the plunge.

Celeste nuzzled his neck, soft lips caressing and coaxing a moan from his lips as his head rolled back. Christian pulled back with difficulty, pressing his forehead to hers as he gathered his courage.

"I think I'll look very different to you than one of your stallions," he said, twisting his fingers together, catching flakes of rough skin on his palms. "I hope," He hesitated, eyes lowering, "you won't be disappointed."

"I wish to see you."

Dropping his rucksack on the floor, he slowly complied, fingers trembling so badly that it was difficult to unzip his sweatshirt and slip it back off his shoulders. It was something to do, however, and kept him occupied as he tried not to compare himself to a stallion, hopelessly outclassed in the only way that seemed to matter to males.

"There would never be anything to compare," she murmured sweetly.

Spurred on by her confidence in him, Christian stripped away first his t-shirt, dragging it up over his head, and then his hiking trousers, peeling off the light, brown fabric as if removing a second skin. And, in a way, that was exactly what he was doing, cutting away layer after layer until he became nothing more than his true self with nothing to hide behind. The mare watched him intently, her expression unreadable as he struggled with his clothing. Was he doing it right?

Christian fought not to clench his jaw so hard that the mare would notice, making his movements as smooth and seamless as possible, consciously blending one into the other as he stripped. Surely the mare could tell that he was a virgin? Christian cursed himself, fumbling with his boots as his trousers tangled around his ankles. He should have taken the damn things off first! He wrestled them off and kicked his trousers aside, a finger sliding under the waistband of his underwear. Red and blue, they were from a designer brand selection that a friend had given him for Christmas one year. He had never been so glad that he'd put off laundry day, dipping down to the bottom of the drawer and a pair of boxer briefs so rarely worn that they could have been brand new out of the packet.

Steadying himself, he slid his boxer briefs down his legs, revealing his hardening shaft, plumping with the hint of arousal. He hesitated, surprised at himself. How could he be turned on when his heart pounded so hard that it was painful to even breathe? His chest tightened and he fought to not angle his body away. And yet...how could he not be aroused by such a magnificent unicorn?

He paused, distracting himself by taking stock of Celeste. Although she had worn nothing for the course of their walk, finding it too warm to adorn herself comfortably, in his disrobing she had slipped into something to better accentuate her figure. A necklace curled about her neck, mimicking how a lady's pendant would dip towards human breasts and sparkling with too many rubies to count. A light harness lay over her withers and down the length of her back, reminiscent of what a carriage horse may have worn in its style alone. She would not be drawing any carts, no. Formed of woven dark fabric, which was barely visible beneath the rubies, it looped beneath her barrel and tail, holding it up for attention.

Angling herself so that her lifted tail was on display, Celeste flashed him a glimpse of her sex, puffy lips winking. An udder swelled before the join of her hind legs, teats so tantalising that Christian was hit by the sudden, inexplicable urge to wrap his lips around them and suck. Her sex was larger than expected - not that he had spent much time considering her marehood - with a needy nub of a clit at the base, pulsing with blood. As he watched, it grew larger as her need flared up, the mare's breath growing laboured and needy. Her eyes darkened, horn flickering with sparks, and she presented her rump to him, pink petals curling in on one another like the most inviting of flowers. As her marehood winked, pushing in and out again as if to entice him, his fingers twitched, aching to push into her and satisfy that lust.

Flagging her tail, the mare groaned and pushed on to her forelegs, hind legs spreading. A stream of urine splattered the ground as she arched her neck, signalling her readiness to mate with a coy quirk of her lips. Her pussy winked, pinker folds of flesh struck through with grey splotches, as was her natural colouration, and he nipped his lip, leaning forward transfixed as her twitching marehood released a drool of juices as it winked. Slick arousal shone on her lips and her engorged clitoris begged for attention, plump enough to take between his lips and caress. He wondered how it would feel sucked sweetly into his mouth. Rife with hormones, Christian licked his lips, her aroma clinging to the roof of his mouth. A stallion needed no further confirmation whether a mare was ready to mate after that display.

"Celeste..." He shook his head, caressing her with his gaze. "You are the most beautiful mare - no, the most beautiful _lady _I have ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on."

Giggling like a filly, Celeste swatted him with her tail and traced her nose down his chest, breath washing over his nipples and lower abdomen as she explored. He scratched his fingernails down her neck, following the line of muscle, and groaned as she brushed his cock, pre-cum trickling down the length as it throbbed.

"Christian." There was a smile in her voice. "Forgive my forwardness but I believe this is something I already know. I felt your eyes on me on every single one of our walks. You are an easy one to read, once I knew you."

She paused, eyes sincere.

"And I hope to know you better now."

Christian allowed the mare to guide him to the bed and joined her as she gracefully folded herself to the blankets, legs tucked beneath her. She arched her neck and whickered, thrusting her tail to one side as the muscles in her hindquarters quivered beneath the skin. He took the invitation at his own pace, nerves stilled by the comfort of being so close to the one he loved. Kissing down her neck, he made his way to her withers and lathered attention on her back, fingers massaging and stroking in slow deep circles, increasing the pressure as she responded.

Shivering beneath him, the unicorn twisted her head around as he moved further down her body, brushing her muzzle over his shoulders in a fleeting kiss. He dropped kiss after kiss over her hindquarters, spreading his hands wide as if to caress every inch of her at once, although that was impossible. Her body stirred the pit of need deep inside him and Christian groaned, cock rising as blood filled it, pressing against Celeste's coat with a soft yet insistent nudge. Celeste's marehood winked, trickling with a seemingly never-ending stream of arousal, and grunted quietly.

"I almost didn't expect you to look so...mare-ish, you know," he waved his hand, "down there, right down to the udders... Gods, they're beautiful..." He shook his head. "You are just so perfect."

It was cliché and made him cringe but Celeste pricked her ears, tail twitching.

"Is there anything you would like me to do, Christian? You seem to have taken a shine to my udders. The mares in the herd are sometimes known to add an additional pair with magic, if they possess the skill."

She stretched out her neck, horn glowing pink. Without waiting for an answer, her udders swelled, a second pair growing in front of the first and hanging down to heavy, pink teats. They swayed gently beneath her belly at the join of her hind legs, fat as if full to the brim with sweet, thick milk for a newborn foal. The skin at the top blended in to her white coat, turning from pink to grey where the coat of light hair began. He gaped, heart thudding. Much larger than what any normal equine mare could boast, the drawn down teats were only missing his lips around them. He half reached out to her and pulled his arm back, worried of overstepping. The mare cast him a sly look, one front hoof raised coyly.

"They are particularly sensitive."

Christian grinned, out of the mare's line of sight as he rediscovered his boldness. His mare would change herself for him, though there was nothing that he would ever request of her. But the udders... They begged him in closer, as smooth under the eye as they would be under his caresses and kisses. Slipping behind Celeste, he was treated to a perfect unobstructed view of her sex, which flexed in a wink, Celeste's nostrils flaring as she breathed. He knelt and bravely kissed over the curve of her rump, every kiss landing him closer to her marehood. She nickered, impatient, but he took his time, fingers circling the inside of her upper legs, finding flesh that had never before been caressed, or at least never so intimately.

His teasing could not last long with such a demanding mare, however, and Christian feared, in a flicker of amusement, that she could pin him to the bed if he did not give her the attention she desired. Nuzzling beneath her tail, the soft flap of flesh twitching to his touch, he pressed his lips to her flexing sex, pulsing up and down, and slipped out his tongue to stroke over each puffy lip in turn. His faint touch grew bolder with every lap and he pushed his face in closer, gently circling her enlarged clit and increasing the pressure as she snorted heavily, body heating up to his touch. Sparks shot from her horn, control slipping, and Christian moaned, her arousal dripping on to his tongue, sweeter than honey. He boldly licked two fingers to moisten them and eased them into her sex, letting her marehood draw him deeper, tightening. Celeste groaned, barrel resonating, and he grinned, dropping his thumb down to her clit for additional stimulation.

Christian wracked his brain, divided between act and memory, for anything that would help him in the moment. He was vastly unprepared and he knew it. He could only try and see how the unicorn would react, hoping for the best. Luckily, he seemed to be on the right track, mimicking how a stallion would thrust into her as he plunged two and then three digits deep.

Celeste grew impatient, front hooves thrusting out to scrape over her bed and push the blankets into disarray. Teasing, for the penetration could not possibly be as pleasurable as being mounted by a male of her kind, Christian flicked her clit rapidly with the tip of his tongue, free hand holding her rump as she rocked, tail dangling over his head in a silken waterfall. The more stimulation he provided, the greater was her response, seeming to require no gentle approach as she panted and whispered for more, always more. Christian worked his fingers inside, lips locked around her clitoris in a long, hard suck.

And that did it.

"Mount me!" She neighed, kicking out as if she would leap to her hooves and do it herself if he did not comply. "I need you inside me, Christian, please breed me as your mare."

Hands shaking, he scrambled back as her tail slapped him in the chest, the mare's lips parted in a pant that should not have been natural for an equine. She snorted, eyes glassy with lust, and he stroked her udders softly with as soothing a hand as he could manage, holding his shaft in the other; he could not resist a quick grope before the main event. His cock throbbed and he gnawed the inside of his cheek, quelling the wave of nervous nausea threatening to overcome him. The equine nickered her urgency, marehood pulsing furiously as if she would grab on to him herself if he did not hurry up.

He spread his feet apart until he was at the right level and tipped over her hindquarters, nudging the tip of his cock against her engorged lips. Her juices pooled on his fingers. At even that light touch, Celeste trembled, winking furiously. There could be no doubt over what she wanted. Unlike with a human female, there was no awkward jabbing and prodding with his cock: her marehood drew him in like a target, heat searing the tip, hotter than he could have imagined. Holding his breath, he slowly pushed the head in, groaning deep in his throat as warmth enveloped his shaft.

Celeste's flanks heaved with breath as he sank his full length into her, tail trapped between her rump and Christian's abdomen. The unicorn mare rumbled a groan, head angled to the side so that she could watch Christian pushing into her. He drew back when his crotch pressed flush to her rump, breath catching. He could never have foreseen that it would be so difficult to hold himself back. He closed his eyes, though that only made it worse, overcome by the sound of Celeste's heavy breathing and sweet, flowery scent mingling with heady arousal. Every inch of him simply wanted to thrust deep and stay there forever. A greater part of him wanted to thrust like the stallion she deserved.

Resting there, Christian caught himself, the need to spill his seed stirring. He'd only been inside her for a minute.

"I may not last very long," he whispered, twisting his fingers into the mane at the very base of her neck. "I'm... I'm a virgin. I hope you don't mind."

It was difficult to mind anything buried balls deep in the stunning creature. The unicorn shook her head, mane flipping back and forth from each side of her neck.

"I am also one, Christian," she said softly. "This is my first mating."

He stilled.

"Really?" He blurted, hips juddering accidentally and grinding deeper - they both moaned. "But...but you're so confident! How can you be a virgin when you're...so forward?"

It felt lame to say aloud and Christian cursed himself, dropping his hand from the unicorn's rump to his side where it hung limply. Celeste laughed, heat colouring the insides of her ears. Even the pink parts of her nose were a darker shade: a unicorn blush.

"Why should I be so shy when I know I love you deeply?"

The outside world ceased to exist - or at least it did in Christian's eyes. No, he couldn't have heard her correctly. Celeste had not just said... But it was true. And it was the most wonderful, glorious truth! His heart soared, returning to a beat that he had not known it had skipped.

"I love you too, Celeste," he murmured, wiping away the threat of tears from his eyes. "Ever so much. I'm so glad I found you."

Blowing her a kiss, for he could not reach her lips, Christian squeezed her hindquarters, fat layered upon firm, powerful muscle, and thrust like he had dreamed of. Rolling his hips, he rested his weight on her as he thrust, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his face. The salty droplets followed the arc around his nose to his lips and he licked them away, thrusting with a low moan. She clenched around him as if threatening to refuse to allow him to pull back, her passage squeezing and rippling with a near vice-like grip. With her squeezing so wantonly around him, it was tricky to move and he threw his full weight into his thrusts, grunting and huffing for breath like a stud. Or at least he imagined himself to be one.

The unicorn trembled, skin shivering. Though she could not rock back into him as she wished, she dug her forelegs into her bed and pushed back as much as she was able, encouraging him harder and deeper. Tail pressed against her lover's stomach, she snorted and moaned, horn glowing with a faint, golden aura. Each plunge into her cunny made her body thrum with pleasure and she nickered as Christian slipped his hand down to her clit, fingers rubbing in tight circles to give her even more pleasure.

The sensation built and built until even the unicorn found it hard to believe she could contain it any longer.

"Mmm..." She moaned, eyes rolling back into her skull. "We shall make this last, Christian, this first time for both of us. Will you withdraw from me? There is something I have in mind to try."

Reluctantly, he pulled out, shaft slick from their combined sexual fluids. Muscles aching from the position he had been holding, Christian slipped to his knees, a groan passing his lips as pain tingled through his legs. Who could have known that sex required such energy?

The unicorn stood, hoof slipping on the blankets in her haste, and faced him, muzzle dropping to his stomach. She nuzzled down his abdomen and tapped him with her horn as her lips brushed his cock. Christian jumped and blushed, lifting his hands to rest them on her head behind her ears, from where they slipped back to tickle her neck lovingly. It would have felt wrong to hold her head or restrain her in any way.

Nuzzling lower, the unicorn flicked her tongue out experimentally to lick the top side of his shaft, wrinkling her nose at the taste.

"Uh...Celeste?" He shifted uncertainly as she took a second lick and then another, horn faintly glowing gold. "What are you...mmm..."

He broke in a groan and she did not reply, nudging her horn into his side as she turned her head, lips parted to take him into her mouth. He froze, worried of her blunt teeth, but Celeste carefully pressed her lips around his shaft, soft warmth encasing him as he thrust over her tongue. Head lolling back over his shoulders, he moaned open-mouthed and Celeste pushed her nose down to the curl of dark hair at his crotch, nostrils flared as wide as they'd go. Fearing for her breath, he tugged lightly on her mane - she wouldn't feel it as such - and she pulled back along his length briefly, only to plunge down again with a trembling snort.

Hips rolling, Christian rubbed behind her ears and tried not to think of how good her tongue felt squeezed to the underside of his cock. It curled around the head as she bobbed her muzzle, withdrawing only far enough to mimic his thrusts into a partner - her! - and stoke the embers into a blaze. Magic flowed from her horn, flowing into him like water, and he almost backed away from its warmth, a tingle of something otherworldly trickling down to his cock. He settled when he realised it caused him no harm but, somehow, the pleasure rocketed skywards like the flight of a bird, becoming almost too potent to bear. Gasping, he held on to her mane for support, legs spread and still unsteady as Celeste suckled, lips pursed tightly around him. Orgasm threatened with a jerk of his hips and Christian jerked away with a cry, standing shaking with only the tip of his cock still between her lips, fighting off climax with mental tooth and claw. The unicorn rumbled softly, barrel vibrating.

As much as the unicorn loved to repay with teasing, however, she wanted something else even more. Need set her winking cunny afire and she pulled away from his cock with a slurp of pre cum. The unicorn stamped and neighed shrilly, thrusting her head over Christian's shoulder as they clung to each other, hearts racing.

"I cannot wait!" Celeste huffed, tail flagged as high as it had been in the beginning. "Christian! I need you to breed me! Hard as a stallion!"

He needed no further encouragement as the mare spun, diving for her bed and rolling on to her back, legs flung up in the air as her marehood winked uncontrollably, an easy target. He almost giggled but caught himself just in time - it would not do to laugh at her in the bedchambers - easing between her legs and pushing them apart a little further with the flat of his hands. His cock found her marehood without his direction and he stroked her belly as he thrust in, moans sounding in unison.

Celeste's magic strengthened within him and Christian inhaled sharply as her passage grew tighter around him - was she climaxing? He thumbed her clit but she made no motion of sensitivity. Thrusting, he gripped her legs and gave a strangled grasp, head swimming. Was his shaft...larger? It swelled before his eyes as he drove in, cock pulsing and spilling pre cum into a marehood that sucked him in with every thrust. Christian grunted, eyes wide. What was going on? Celeste's horn told him there was more afoot than he could understand. The unicorn cast him a reassuring glance - or as reassuring as she could be with her legs in the air - and he relaxed the best he could, taking his lead from fresh pleasure and pounding her with the force of ten stallions. The mare quivered, orgasm imminent as he rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts, breath tight in his chest. She could not hold out forever.

Distraction! Christian had to distract himself somehow, just until Celeste was ready. He wanted to reach that height of pleasure with her, or at least close. His eyes fell on a beautiful sight: her udders jiggling lightly with his thrusts. He reached for them. Squeezing and rubbing her udders, he pulled her teats out gently, smiling open-mouthed as she whinnied shrilly. Demonstrating surprising flexibility, Christian arched over her and took her teats between his lips rolling it across his tongue and sucking it deep. Closing his eyes, he moaned and drew a second between his lips, sucking both together as they threatened to slip out of his mouth. Fat and slippery on his tongue, each demanded attention and he forced his lips to her other two teats, holding off his orgasm as he suckled her, massaging her udders to a chorus of throaty grunts. But all the distractions in the world would not keep away his climax forever.

"Celeste!" He blurted, face screwed up. "I'm going...going to..."

"Spend yourself in me," she managed to gasp out, holding her head as far up over her chest as she could in order to watch. "I desire..." Her words came with difficulty. "You."

Balls slapping her rump, Christian let out a feral howl as he ejaculated, massive throbs of cum travelling up his magically enhanced member. His body juddered into her as if connected through an invisible string, pressing hard on her clit to send her into a whinnying climax a few seconds after he began the throes of his own. The unicorn kicked, barely missing his shoulder, and twisted as pleasure wracked her body, horn shooting off multi-coloured sparks. For a second, he worried that his shaft would grow larger with her sudden outpouring of magic but, thankfully (in his mind), it deflated with each spurt of cum, returning to its normal length and girth.

He pulled out, shocked by the sudden loss of pleasure and groaned deep in the back of his throat. How far could Celeste's magic take him sexually? He rubbed her udders, letting their soft warmth weigh into two palms, too large to cup between even both hands. What could her magic do to their bodies? His shaft dropped from her marehood, shiny with their combined sexual fluids. Cum drooled from her cunny, viscously trickling over her swollen lips, slightly agape. Whickering as it oozed over the flap of skin at the base of her tail, Celeste rolled on to her side and stretched out of head, tail lifted as if to better show off the creampie beneath it. Christian moanedand, on the spur of the moment, dipped his finger into the mess and licked it clean as he scooted up alongside his love. She tasted sweet like honey with something else combined - something beyond the hint of salty seed that was clearly his. Christian rested his head on her shoulder, cheek below her withers. Exhaustion lined his bones.

"It is only a shame that our mating will not produce a foal," she whinnied, tucking Christian into the crook of her legs. "Unicorns may only..."

She sighed, resting her head on the cushions with her eyes lidded. Leaning back against her stomach, Christian relaxed, rubbing slow, soothing circles down her neck, as he imagined a little dancing foal springing between her mother's legs, horn aglow with unrivalled magic. A family... He had never thought of having a family. But Celeste made him want things that had before seemed forever out of reach. Stroking her mane, he drifted towards sleep, cock flaccid between thighs.

"Perhaps we should have you transformed into a unicorn stallion, Christian." Celeste yawned, tail flicking. "Then I could bear your foal. We could build a family, together. You could be a new stallion for the herd."

Christian chuckled, lulled to doze by her warmth.

"Why not?" He said, afterglow clouding his mind. "I will always be your stallion, Celeste."

Celeste's head _shot _up from the cushions, eyes wide with a rim of white as she snorted, pushing her muzzle up to his face.

"You would do such a thing for me? Truly?"

Christian laughed, wondering why she would think otherwise. Besides, it was not as if it was possible.

"Of course, my love." He tucked a stray strand of forelock back into place, amused by her sudden animation. "I would do anything for you, absolutely anything."

The unicorn threw her head to the side and brought it back to his, touching her horn to his forehead. Its warmth seeped into him like water between reeds and he started, treated in detail to what she saw in her mind's eye. He saw him as a stallion rearing at the crest of a hill, his mate standing tall beside him: Celeste. A foal darted between his legs, looking up at him with trusting, blue eyes and a tiny, fluffy tail that wagged as if she had spent too much time with a canine. Celeste moved the thought on, showing him a prosperous herd of unicorns with many foals playing together, thriving and continuing their line as unicorn-kind protected the forest. He saw her sire and dam touching horns with their daughter and him, thanking them for what they had done for the herd and all unicorns in the land.

His heart thudded, a low steady drone. Christian stared straight ahead as she lifted her horn away from his skull, breaking the transfer of thought. He could not even be impressed that her magic allowed such a thing to be possible.

Celeste had not spoken in pure wishes, dreaming of a future that could not be. He swallowed. Celeste could transform him into a stallion. She had plans to do so and had even _shown _him the spell that would allow it. He licked his lips and shook his head, lips moving but no words coming out.

As words flooded from the unicorn's lips, spinning tales of what their future together would be like, Christian could only nod, swept away by her excitement. Had he already agreed to her wishes? Was it too late to back out? Thinking of his life, the everyday monotony and uncertainty of the future, he was not even sure he wanted to. What would his mother think - his friends? Would they stand by him? Then again - would he truly be any different as a unicorn? He frowned. Friendships could cross a species barrier. He would still be Christian inside. He would only look a little different. Or very different.

His head hurt.

Stroking the unicorn's neck, he drifted into a restless sleep to the melody of her voice, wondering one thing alone as he lost his grip on reality.

Just what had he gotten himself into?