The Ecology of the Unicorn

     It has recently come to my attention that some of my colleages of
the Mystical College of Abeth are unaware of the true nature of that
most mystical and magical of creatures, the unicorn.  Most of my
friends and fellow members of the College are knowledgable as to the
folk-tales and myth surrounding the unicorn, but these stories and
legends are a mere portion of the truth.
     As most know, the unicorn has the appearance of a large goat,
with chin-whiskers and all, but with only a single horn, a cubit long,
emerging from the center of its forehead.  The unicorn lives in the
deepest forest, safe from men, its most-feared predator.  The
unicorn's horn is imbued with many magical properties, including the
ability to heal wounds with a touch, to purify poluted waters, and
intensify the love a coouples who should happen to espy one.  The horn
is also a fearsome weapon in battle, with packs of wolves easily slain
by the unicorn, and even the great dragons bested on occasion.  It is
also thought that drinking a potion of ground unicorn horn will give
potency and virility to a man, for it is apparently a curious fact
that all unicorns are male.
     And while it is true that no hunter can catch a unicorn, and that
only a female virgin of the most pure and chaste variety will be able
to lure one to herself, all is not quite as it seems.  The unicorn
will indeed approach the maiden, and lay its head in her lap, but then
events will take an unexpected turn.

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     Wissa stood in the forest, the hunters behind her.  While she
knew the ways of a man with a woman, she had never been with a man,
and indeed had never even kissed one, not counting her papa.  She also
knew why she was there, and why the hunters were there.  They were
hunting unicorn, to kill it and take its horn, which would be sold for
a fortune.  Her parents had been paid a substantial fee for her
accompanying the hunters, and she had aquiesced, for the money would
make life much easier for a long time to come.
     But, during their trek through the forest, to a place where a
unicorn was supposed to live, she had listened to the tales the
hunters told.  Tales of how beautiful the unicorn was, and the magical
things it could do.  Wissa had resolved that, if she could, she would
warn the unicorn away from the hunters.
     As the party entered the deep brush, the hunters spread out
slightly, still keeping in sight of one another, but covering the
greatest possible ground, looking for signs of the unicorn.  Shortly,
one man shouted-he'd found fairly fresh tracks.  They followed the
tracks to a small pool, formed by a spring bubbling up from the
ground.  So the hunters prepared a place for Wissa, and she sat down,
(115 min left), (H)elp, More? preparing for the wait.  The hunters dispersed themselves around the
area, and readied themselves.
     Several hours passed, with no sign of the unicorn.  Wissa grew
uncomfortable, and then she finally stood, telling the head hunter
that she had to go relieve herself.  He agreed, and sent her away from
the pool.  Wissa went a short distance and found a convenient bush.
     Just as she finished, she looked up.  There was the unicorn,
staring at her!  Wissa was almost overcome by the sheer beauty of the
unicorn.  He tossed his head at her, then turned away.  After a few
paces he stopped, turned, and repeated the movement.  "He must want me
to follow him," she thought.  So she rose, and followed after.
     The unicorn silently led her deeper into the forest.  Wissa
followed for near a half-mile.  He led her to a secluded glade, with a
large pool of water, with a small waterfall trickling into it.  There
the unicorn stopped to drink, so Wissa did too.  After satiating their
thirst, the unicorn moved toward the edge of the clearing, and knelt.
Wissa thought she should kneel, too, and did so, a few feet from the
'corn.
     Wissa watched as the unicorn shuffled closer to her, an laid its
head in her lap.  Wissa felt a wave of emotion wash through her,
settling in the viscinity of her pussy.  For some reason, she had not
tucked her skirts under her legs as she sat, so when the unicorn
suddenly moved them up towards her waist, she was taken by surprise.
But its hot breath on her bare cunt-lips felt too wonderful for her to
complain, or to readjust her skirts.
     As it began to nibble at the folds between her legs, the
unicorn`s flexible lips sent waves of pleasure through Wissa.  Her
juices started to flow, and were eagerly licked up by the unicorn's
long tongue.  As it caressed her throbbing clit, Wissa began to lean
back, and her hands unavoidable reached up to find her nipples, hard
nubs on her well-formed chest.  She piched them through the fabric.
They grew harder still.  As the unicorn started to thrust its tongue
into her love canal, Wissa pulled down her decolletage, and fondled
her breasts directly, without heavy fabric interfering with any of the
wonderful sensations.  As the unicorn tounge plunged in and out of
her, Wissa began to shake with the force of her impending orgasm.  Her
hips began to buck, and her come spilled out of her cunt.  The juices
were swallowed by the unicorn, which had continued to lick, nibble,
and tease her clit.  Her moans and gasps of pleasure echoed around the
small clearing and out across the pool of water.
     As the tremors began to subside, Wissa returned to some awareness
of her surroundings.  As she looked up from where she had lain back,
she saw the unicorn, laying between her outspread legs, with her come
all over the tiny beard below its chin (and on most of the rest of its
muzzle).  As he got to his feet, Wissa saw the large black cock
hanging between its legs, rigid with urgency.  A drop of pre-come fell
as she watched.  Wissa knew what she had to do.  She got to her feet,
then stood and shed her clothing, which was gathered around her waist.
The unicorn waited, expectantly.  Wissa turned, dropped to her knees,
and bent forward to place her hands on the ground.  The unicorn, its
cock fully erect, moved forward.  As Wissa felt the 'corn's chest
brush her back, she moved back to meet that which she felt such a need
for.  The tip of the long, dark cock brushed her anus as the unicorn
halted, then it drifted lower, to place itself against the entrance to
her pussy.  Wissa felt it start to enter her, and the unicorn moved
forward, embedding itself into her, but no more than an inch before
Wissa's tight, unused pussy held it fast.
     They began to rock, forward and back.  As the unicorn's cock
pulled out of Wissa, she moved forward, until only its head remained
inside her.  Then the two moved together, sawing the cock into Wissa's
cunt, forcing a little deeper into her every time, until it was
blocked.  Once, twice more the way was blocked.  But on the third
time, her maidenhood gave way.  Wissa yelped in pain, but it quickly
subsided into greater pleasure.  One hand reached up to her chest,
alternately tweaking one nipple, then the other.  Shivers ran up and
down her spine as the rough belly hairs rubbed her smooth-skinned
back.
     As they pulled apart, then together again, the unicorn's prick
continued to press farther into Wissa with each thrust, until finally
it pressed against her cervix with each stroke.  Her juices ran freely
now, and each time the unicorn's cock pulled out, it glistened in the
sunlight.  Wissa began to moan and squeal again, as her climax
approached.  The unicorn's squeals matched hers as it cock began to
throb with the impending release.  They bucked and swayed, first
apart, then together again with increasing force.  With a sound that
was almost a scream, the unicorn began to come, its first surge
seeming to fill Wissa's already overfull pussy with liquids.  Wissa
cried out as her orgasm reached its peak, and she started to come
again.  As further spurts of come filled Wissa, and seeped out of her,
she shuddered, nearly in time with the unicorn.
     As their orgasms eased, the two remained in position for several
endless minutes, with his cock still buried in her.  Finally, they
pulled apart, and collapsed down onto the sweet grasses, with Wissa
nestled up against the unicorn's flank.
     Wissa awoke much later, feeling chilled.  Sunlight slanted low
into the clearing.  The unicorn was gone, and she could hear the
shouts of the hunters as they called her name, evidently searching for
her.  Wissa quickly climbed into her dress, and called back, running
to meet them, so they wouldn't discover the glade.  As the hunters
gathered around where she found the first one, Wissa explained that
she had gone too far when she had gone to relieve herself, and had
gotten lost.  She told them that she hadn't cried out, for fear of
scaring away the unicorn, should it be near.  Since it was so late,
everyone started back to camp.
     Two more weeks passed, with Wissa going to various locations the
hunters found, and waiting there.  Since she was no longer virgin, the
unicorn did not come of course, so all the traps the hunters set came
to nought.  Eventually, they gave up, and headed home.

     In the following months, it became obvious that Wissa was
pregnant.  Her parents pressed her closely for the identity of the
father, but Wissa told them nothing.  Eventually, her time came, and
as Wissa lay groaning on the bed, the first things she heard were the
shriek of the midwife, and a soft nicker, as her newborn unicorn colt
rose up on spindly legs.  To the horror of her mother and the midwife,
Wissa weakly drew the colt to her breast, to nurse.

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     It is my sincerest wishes that, by the means of this treatise, my
colleagues of the Mystical College of Abeth have been edified as to
the ecology of the unicorn, both its natural habitat and mannerisms,
and most especially its peculiar means of reproduction.  I hereby
place this treatise in the Great Library of the Mystical College of
Abeth, for the now and for the future inhabitants and students of its
magical arts and treasures.
                                             Jadben Veldben
                                             Wizard of Calben Town
                                             Great Forest of Abeth
 help 
raise the food, then she wouldn't eat.  At least for now.  Since 
she would be here for nine months at a minimum; and more likely 
ten to twelve (depending on when a viable egg was dropped) it 
behooved her to learn to raise the meals she would eat.
     Anywhere from nine to a year or so as a slave ... and then 
she would be released; far better off actually than she would 
have been with her family.  As said, unicorn girls are in great 
demand ... and she would have a dowry such as her poor family 
could never have supplied.  A small price, some might think.
     (A VERY horrid thought occurred to me ... What if the recent 
increase in such things was because some men KNEW this ... and 
couldn't provide for their daughter/sister. It was well-known 
that some farms not that far away had failed so badly after the 
last drought, that the men lost their entire livelihood.  What a 
sacrifice to make!  I firmly put *THAT* horrible idea out of my 
head.  The men were greedy poaching robbers, who tied up their 
own little girl without caring what horrible thing happened to 
her, as long as they caught a unicorn.  They *had* to be.)
     Whatever.  I took a bath in the cistern-water usually 
reserved only for drinking.  I needed purity today.  This time, 
only Sam would follow me.  This was my last time, and this time I 
would share it with none of my sisters.
     Getting ready, gathering a lunch, packing extra food and 
water in case things took longer than usual, wearing the freshly-
made (but skimpy) clothes that Genny had provided ("untouched by 
men") made me realize I had to move fast, if I would get to my 
planned spot before noon.  The same spot as my first time.
     Memories *are* important, you know.  Both humans and 
unicorns do remember.  I gathered myself up from my wool-
gathering, told Jenny, who was looking at the garden with almost 
fear, "To eat, you work.  Starving will not bring your brothers 
back," and left.  "Quidquid praecipies, esto brevis."






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     The "Clang" of the garden-gate swinging shut behind me added 
punctuation to my words.  I didn't look back to see if the girl 
was following my homily.  If she didn't now, she would later when 
hunger drove her to it.  It would be months yet before we had to 
ensure she had a proper diet.  No girl yet had elected to starve.
     It was with a mixture of joy and sadness that I walked 
towards the woods this time; passing familiar sights of late 
spring and early summer.  The apple trees were past blooming; and 
not yet really budding with apples.  The conifers were silent and 
dark underneath.  The scree where lumberjacks had emptied one 
side of a hill still spilled detritus down towards the creek 
below.  It would take another five to ten years for the scar to 
heal enough to be green again.  All-in-all though, a great summer 
day, with long days, short nights, and the smell of green growing 
things in the air.  Yes, definitely a good day for starting 
something new to growing.
     It *was* past noon, when I reached the meadow.  Knowing 
unicorn preferences for more privacy however, I sought the more 
enclosed clearing on one side, where a creek splashed happily by, 
and gurgled like a cheerful babe as it vanished farther down into 
the meadow below.  Samantha would know where to find me, when the 
proper time came.
     I spread out the blanket.  (Might as well be comfortable.)  
Put the food and water nearby, and settled down to read one of 
the few precious volumes we had of love and romance.  After 
today, I would have to learn a lot about such things.  I wanted 
Danny to be happy with me as a wife ... and me, him.  Today (or 
possibly tonight) was my last time.
     It took longer this time than usual, for the stallion to 
find me.  I wondered if it was because he was the one who had 
taken Jenny, and thus was already sated.  I hoped not.  More 
likely, other unicorns had recognized his smell upon me, and had 
thus left me for the older animal.
     It was like he just appeared; his dappled gray hide blending 
in with the forest like he was part of it.  As usual, the sight 
of such a magnificent animal almost took my breath away.  A 
unicorn is *NOT* just a horse with a horn you know.  It's a 
separate creature, that just cannot breed with them.  In fact 
(something that only unicorn breeders like us know) all unicorns 
are male.
     The great beast approached me, sniffed me, and once 
satisfied stroked my body with its horn.  A tingle ran through my 
loins, as I felt my body react in the way only a woman's body can 
to the live touch of a unicorn-horn.  For some reason, only the 
live beast will bring this response in a woman, while all other 
virtues of the horn remain intact with the animal's death.
     Two, then three strokes; and then the brindled animal was 
rubbing against me more like a cat begging for attention, than a 
horse or hooved creature.  I felt my body respond, both 
involuntarily, and with conscious heat on my part.
     In the back of my mind, I hoped that Jenny had enjoyed *her* 
coupling, rather than being frightened by it.  I always had ... 
but then, I hadn't been frightened, tied up, or blindfolded; 
though I knew the blindfold must have been gone before she was 
taken.


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     I felt myself being nudged by the nose of my magnificent 
lover.  How the great beast kept the horn from poking me and 
drawing blood, I'll never know.  By this time, I was so hot and 
ready, I must have smelled like a bitch in heat ... or is that 
mare in heat?  I was definitely ready.
     So was the unicorn.  With a sudden thrust, I was filled.  
Truly filled; as the unicorn's penis grew from that the size of a 
large man (10 or 12 inches) to a truly appalling size inside me.  
Luckily, unicorns don't thrust in and out like I've seen dogs do 
(and have heard that men do) but just locked his body to mine 
while we mated.
     A warm feeling spread from my loins to my belly, my arms, 
legs, and chest, and finally reached my brain as I suddenly 
started exploding in orgasm again and again; my vagina and womb 
milking the embedded member inside it for the precious seed 
stored there.  A unicorn, unlike most other animals, does not 
squirt semen inside a woman.  SHE milks it out of the bulb he 
plants inside her, as the virtue of his penis makes her orgasm 
almost continuously for up to several hours, depending on his 
age, and her stamina.  It's an incredible experience; and one 
that could bring a woman back time after time, if allowed.
     But once bred, all unicorns lose interest in a woman.
     Similarly, if *any* other male has entered the woman 
previously, no unicorn will show interest.  In fact, they avoid 
all humans except girls who haven't had sex with anybody but 
them.  That includes other unicorns.
     And ... once bred ... a woman is almost certain to conceive.  
For unicorn sperm does not die in three days, three weeks, or 
even three years; drawing sustenance from the female body until I 
viable egg drops and is fertilized.  Only pregnancy causes death 
to the competing sperm.  This being one of the ways that unicorns 
ensure the continuation of their species.
     I woke from incredible orgasmic bliss to soreness between my 
legs.  Not since the first time with the great stallion, had I 
been that sore.  The horny old thing had done me up brown.  The 
second thing I noticed (after blue skies and forest around me) 
was the crumpled gray heap about ten feet away.  My sister had 
done her job.  Yes, my lover was dead, except for the life 
growing inside me, and the sons he had fathered on me and my 
sister for the last ten years.
     Now that he was dead, other unicorns ... his sons ... might 
approach me ... when I was fertile again.  But that phase of my 
life was over now.  My sister would carry on.  Once this foal was 
born and released into the forest, I would start raising girls of 
my own.
     For you see, unicorn-horn, especially ground horn, has the 
ability to purify water.  And that water has almost the same 
potency to ensure male virility as the horn itself does.  But 
such virility has a price.  The children are all girls.
     So does the unicorn in yet another way ensure the survival 
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     Like I said, sometimes raising unicorns can be a sad thing.  
Looking down at the body of the great beast, was such a sad 
thing; but entirely necessary.  Unicorns do not live as long as 
men; seldom past 12 years.  My gorgeous lover was an old unicorn; 
and would soon have died.  WHERE unicorns go when they die, 
nobody has ever figured out.  One person even suggested in the 
books I read, that they ate each other, to prevent humans from 
finding them.  In support, he pointed out that unicorns have 
teeth far more suited to eating meat than grass.  An interesting 
idea.  For sure they can be killers; as the dead poachers gave 
good evidence of.
     I was glad that the poison on the dart was both fast and 
painless; having experienced a touch of it myself when young.  It 
just deadens nerves until death occurs.  Luckily, I had just lost 
feeling in an arm for about an hour from the slight scratch ... 
unlike the large dose that brought the stallion down.
     But raising unicorns can also be a joyous thing.  In nine, 
ten, or even eleven or twelve months I would give birth to our 
son, and watch the young stallion stagger off into the woods; 
growing stronger and more steady with each step.  It's an 
experience that no man will ever know.
     Tomorrow, I'll go see Danny.  Now that the unicorn's sperm 
is safely locked inside my womb by the plug the animal left, it's 
safe for me to have sex with a man.
     And, as I said, a unicorn-girl is greatly prized around 
these parts.  Where else can a man find a woman with *proven* 
fertility, that he *knows* has never slept with another man ... 
ever.  Besides, a king's ransom in unicorn horn never hurts a 
gal's chances either.
     <Sigh.>
     I'll miss my big lover though.
     I left the dirty work of butchering to my younger sisters.  
For some reason, I just didn't feel like helping this time.
























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