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Bertie & anyone/Unicorns

[(Anonymous)]

we demand a sequel. Someone else wishes for unicorns, Bertie naturally books it to safety leaving the poor sap to face their fate alone.

[(Anonymous)]

Bertie freezes when he sees one of them standing in a pen.

"Ms. Whitepaws," he calls tentatively to the warou woman when he sees her patting the silver one's nose while she feeds it an apple, "erm... w-where did you get that striking fellow, then?"

Mika glances over at Bertie, tail wagging lightly. "Zephyr. I thought they might be fun." They. She's said 'they,' meaning there are others. There's a pause as the wolf woman wrinkles her brow. "Didn't you have unicorns, Bertie? For, like... a day. What did you do with those poor things?"

'Wished the devils away,' he wants to tell her in no uncertain terms.

"Ah, well, um. Y-you see, it- Oh, God!" As he watches the silver unicorn in the pen transforms into a beautiful young man, his skin silver, his hair blue. He's completely naked this time, showing off a body fit for Greek pottery. As the saying goes, the chap's hung rather like a horse.

On the one hand, a preux chevalier would stand and defend a lady's honor from the wiles of a seductive equine. On the other, his own honor has already taken a pounding where these s.e.s are concerned. "I-I've got to- The dog was on the stove!" The garbled excuse cast to the winds, Bertie turns to run, only to find himself face-to-face with the fair-skinned, black-haired unicorn man and the dark-skinned, white-haired unicorn man.

"Ah..." Before he can say much more than that, they're grabbing him under the arms and hoisting him along to the pen. Bertie doesn't quite thrash, but he does squirm, looking around to see that Mika's been pulled over the fence and is now being held in a passionate embrace with the silver-skinned bird.

"Ms. Whitepaws!" The cry is more to snap her out of whatever spell she's fallen under than anything else given that the wolf-woman looks quite content in this lip-locking business with her new pet unicorn. Her ears flick in Bertie's direction for a moment, but that's about the time the time the silver-skinned unicorn slides one hand down her back and pulls up her shirt. His warm, calloused fingers massage at the base of the warou's tail, and Mika all but melts into him touch.

Bertie knows he's not going to be long for this world's sense of propriety, either as soon as - as soon as his unicorns set him down and start in. The dark-skinned one grasps as his particulars, running a palm over Bertie below the belt and making the gentleman start as he flushes with warmth all over. The fair-skinned one lays off, at least, moving over to Mika to start divesting her of her trousers.

He realizes what's about to happen to her, before he can call out another warning, Bertie finds his mouth wholly occupied by a well-practiced tongue as the dark-skinned unicorn wraps his free arm around the gentleman's waist. Bertie's legs start to go a bit jelly-like, and he finds himself being lowered to the ground.

For her part, Mika is entirely overwhelmed, and not at all in a bad way. She's pretty sure this is an erotic fantasy dream at this point. Unicorns don't just turn into hot guys and start feeling you up. It's a little strange that her mind would put Bertie of all people here, but she lets that pass, noting the poor pup going to the ground a minute in. She should... probably help him. But if this is a dream, there's no harm in letting him experience the joys and wonders of a little... well, maybe not so little. He'll be fine. Probably.

In any case, she has her own stallions to focus on. The one in front of her has spent the past minute or so exploring her mouth, tracing over her sharp canines and tangling tongues. One of his hands is down her back and doing something considered absolutely indecent, while his other hand is cupping her breast, massaging. Not one to have idle hands here, Mika's scratching her claws lightly along his silvery skin. The addition of the fair-skinned unicorn undoing her jeans and pushing them down has the warou moaning into the silver-skinned boy's mouth.

Oh, Alpha, this is really going to be happening.

It is happened as she feels a thick cock nudging at her cheeks. Mika is a private person, but there's not even time to contemplate taking this anywhere but the pen. The briefest glance over to Bertie shows that he's now naked from he waist up, the dark-skinned unicorn worshipping his chest while the young man digs his hand into the unicorn's hair and arches against him.

The cock nudging at her backside stops just nudging and becomes more insistent as the unicorn behind neighs quietly, pointedly in her ear. He massages her hips, then down to her thighs. The one kissing her pulls back, and sets his hands on her shoulders to push Mika down as he shifts his attention to nibbling and licking at her neck.

Down she goes because there's no possible way she wouldn't. It's only a few minutes of kisses, coaxing, tugging and pulling at her later that Mika finds herself between the two unicorns on her hands and knees. She can here Bertie crying out, but isn't the slightest bit interested in that as she grips the grass hard between her fingers, one cock sliding in between her legs, the other between her lips.

There's not a great deal she can remember after that beyond the utter sense of bliss, but when she wakes in the pen later, lying curled up against one of her unicorns, just as naked as the day she was born, Mika realizes that might not have been a dream.

She looks around to see Bertie draped across her black unicorn, equally unclothed.

Well, shit.

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