Tales of Erogentis: A Unicorn's Tale

Tales of Erogentis:

A Unicorn’s Tale

By: J. D. Brice

Copyright 2016, J. D. Brice

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Once upon a time...

Cursed before he was born, a unicorn sets off on a journey to find his destiny. He finds himself a stranger in a land of gnomes, goblins, dwarves, minotaurs, and fairies. Will he break his curse? Or will destiny find him on a different path?

NOTE:

Should any errors be found, feel free to notify the author at:

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Chapters

Once upon a time................................................3

Enter The Prince...................................................7

A Friendship Begins...........................................53

The Gnodyssey Odyssey.................................108

You Take The High Road,

I'll Take The Dry Road.....................................148

Sinful Soiree in the Sky...................................184

Never Mess With A Bobblecork......................232

Change of Venue, Change of Plans...............257

Spare Parts and Broken Hearts......................307

Songs, Thongs, and Wrongs...........................343

The Fabulous Lady Venna Aluna....................360

Swift Steeds and Dirty Deeds........................386

One Way, Or Another......................................435

Stuck In The Muzzle With You........................462

A Treat For The Senseless..............................491

Deep, Hot, and Wet.........................................533

Hospitalities and Hostilities............................568

Grogs, Snogs, and Flogs.................................629

Even Bad News Is Still News..........................683

Thar Be Trouble Brewin’ Yonder!...................732

Easy Come, Easy Go.......................................760

Across The Fairy Lands We Go!.....................799

Over the Hills, and Through the Woods.......851

New Friends; New Fiends................................912

Into the Den of Beasts....................................952

The Party of the Year....................................1019

The Main Event!.............................................1057

When You Make An Omelet.........................1083

A Rising Threat..............................................1110

What Is Forgotten May Not Forget You.......1151

Thunder In The Sky.......................................1186

Into The Fray..................................................1241

The Eyes of the Beast...................................1305

Change Is Inevitable......................................1342

Glossary..........................................................1368

Credits.............................................................1369

Enter The Prince

It was a beautiful night near the eastern coast of Erogentis. Clear skies allowed the half full moon to cast a warm glow over sparse clumps of trees and bushes. To the south, the constellations of Bruno the Dragon and Lewis the Hero Duck were clearly visible. Crickets chirped merrily at one another through the cool summer night. Owls hooted greetings through the clear night air. One could argue that the world was as peaceful as it could be.

None of this matters, though, when you are running for your life.

Eliza's heart pounded in her ears. Her lungs burned almost as much as her legs. Her arms were sore and bleeding from running through underbrush. Eliza was fleeing from hired goblin mercenaries, whom she was certain would catch her if she did not find a place to hide from them. Gasping for air, Eliza leaned up against a tree. She took a moment to rearrange the silk scarf on her head, hoping to keep her hair away from her sweat-soaked brow.

Daring a look back, she could see the torches in the distance. In their glow, she could see the large, pointed ears and green skin of her three short goblin pursuers. Though they were not much more than waist high to her, they were fast. The belts around their brown leather tunics held wicked curved blades.

They were also strong for their size, and able to see in the darkness much better than any human. The larger one, poking at bushes with a spear, seemed to be their leader. He barked orders at the other two as they searched for signs of her passing.

Eliza spotted a rotted log in a ditch. She knew that she needed to stop and rest before she passed out. She also knew she wanted more than anything not to be returned to servitude with the fairies. Her only chance was to escape. Crawling into the log, she pulled some brush up behind her, doing her best to stifle her breathing. She leaned against the inside of the log, hoping that the goblins would think she had continued on.

A twig snapped near the log. Eliza put her hand over her mouth, knowing that their goblin ears could hear her slightest sound. Their gravely, high-pitched voices pierced the night, and froze her heart. She curled tightly into a ball.

Oy! Frock! Sprog! Search here! She must be near!

You sure, Rill? Me thinks saw her behind those trees over there.

Rill gave a growl. Search here, NOW! She worth a lot more to me than you!

Okay, you no need threaten Frock

Eliza did her best to hold back panicked breathing as the goblin mercenaries rooted through the brush all around her. When the sounds stopped suddenly, Eliza dared a slow look to her left. There she saw a goblin's head, leering at her with one good eye glowing golden in the dim light.

Well, hello, Pretty Lady!

Eliza screamed, kicking as the goblin dragged her out by her ankles.

Sprog not appreciate this! You hurt good eye, Sprog take both yours!

A growl of disapproval came from the goblin with the spear. Oy! Sprog, she worth a lot less if she hurt! Fairies want her pretty! You hurt her bad, I make you uglier!

Sheesh, Rill! She kick like goat we ate last night.

They dragged her out to a tree, where they tied her hands behind her. Sprog pulled back the silk scarf on her head, revealing her red hair.

Oy oy oy! Lookie, Rill! Hair just as pretty as fairy lady say! They laughed as they untied and opened her loose shirt, exposing her breasts to the moonlight. Rill nodded in approval.

She still in good shape. Make fairies very, very pleased. But Lady, you give us too much trouble! We gonna have some fun with you!

They laughed as they pulled back her skirt. Sprog grinned, leering with his one good eye, as she was naked from the waist down.

Ooh! Rill! Lookie! She has same color hair down here! We have fun now, yes?

Eliza was too tired, having no energy left to fight her attackers. Rill grabbed the smallest goblin  shot Eliza a toothy grin. Rill leaned in close to Eliza. His pointy, yellow teeth and rancid breath all too close to her cheek.

You see here? This young Frock. He never had female before. You gonna be his first. We gonna have fun with you all night long!

All three burst into laughter, scaring birds from the trees. Eliza fought briefly against her bonds, but found them well tied. She watched in horror as Rill and Sprog held her legs open for Frock, who was unfastening his belt. She could only stare over the lip of the ditch at the full moon, hoping it would all be over with soon. She almost believed she was imagining things when a shadowy form appeared at the edge of the ditch, blocking the moon.

Unhand the human, you ruffians!

Frock turned around as his belt dropped to the ground. Oy! Piss off, you! Turn horse around, and pretend you never see us!

Rill pointed his spear at the horse, the rider being too hard for the goblins to see from their angle in the ditch. Oy! You listen now, or I carry your head on my spear!

The rider seemed unaffected by the goblins' threats. Last chance, Shorty. Let her go!

Oy! Me not short! proclaimed Frock You making me angry! Leave now or we find out how you taste!

Don't say I didn't warn you, Pipsqueak!

His horse rose on its back legs, then gave a loud cry as it leaped into the ditch. Dust was quickly stirred up, obscuring the scuffle from Eliza's view. Eliza heard the sound of horse's hooves in the brush. First she heard the sound of Sprog's scream arch in the air from her right to her left. Then Frock's high-pitched squeal as he arched over her head from left to right. Eliza could only imagine the strength of the man who was acting as her hero. Eliza's hopes grew as he seemed to be winning.

There was a thud against the tree. The dust was clearing enough to see Rill pinned to the tree by the horse. But it was not a horse. There was no rider to be seen. Eliza wondered if she was just that exhausted, because what held Rill to the tree was a unicorn.

It was white all about, with tufts of black fur at its chin and silvery hooves. Its mane and tail shone like silver in the moonlight. It's eyes were a deep purple. The unicorn’s horn was as black as obsidian, and smooth as glass. The horn now pinned Rill painfully to the tree by his right shoulder. Rill howled in pain, gripping the horn with both of his hands, trying to removing it.

The unicorn gave a short nicker and a snort, then said, I would not touch that if I were you.

Rill looked down in amazement as his penis poked hard at the inside of his tunic. Oy! My balls! It hurts!

The unicorn snorted, the warm air visible in the cool night air. Here, let me help you forget the pain.

The black horn was removed but for a moment, then was raised up suddenly under Rill, striking him in the balls, and sending him over to where Frock laid on the ground. Rill stood, his eyes wide.

Oy, it hurts so bad! I... I... need to fuck something!

Seeing nothing more convenient than Frock, Rill grabbed him by the hips and began to relieve his urges with repeated vigor. Frock screamed in pain, trying to escape the brutal anal invasion from the much stronger goblin. The unicorn chewed at the rope holding Eliza's hands until they came loose. Eliza freed her wrists, rubbing the numbness until they were back to feeling again. The unicorn leaned down and looked at Eliza.

Can you flee, human?

Eliza stood. Her legs were shaky. Um, I think so. She tied her shirt closed and arranged her skirt.

The elegant creature turned to the side. Can you ride me?

Eliza looked him over. She had been riding horses all her life, but this had to be a first. Possibly a first for any living human. She nodded at the creature, still not sure if she could believe what she was seeing. Even being as large as the stocky horse that used to pull the produce cart on her family farm, it elegantly knelt to allow her to get on. She swung her leg over, arranging herself on the animal's back.

A shrill scream came from the side as Sprog came running at them, brandishing his curved blade. The unicorn swiftly dipped its head, catching the goblin by his crotch and flinging him onto the other two. Sprog stood up, holding his crotch and looking about wildly. He lifted his tunic, exposing his now swollen penis. He grabbed Rill by the hips and began thrusting.

Ow! Ow! Oy, it hurts! Oy! Ow! Ow!

Eliza could only watch with her mouth wide open. She was not sure what was happening. The unicorn turned and started walking away. It chuckled as it looked back.

Do not worry about them. They will be like that for a while.

Eliza could not help but look back at the goblins as their pained three-way shrank into the darkness. Their howls and shrieks pierced the night for some distance. She settled for leaning against the neck of the unicorn. His warm, soft mane was a welcome place to rest her weary body.

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So, um... human. What is your name?

The voice startled her. She sat up quickly. Eliza had been pondering and processing the recent events for some time. She had been lost in thought for a while. She was not even sure when they had started following the main road.

Oh, I'm Eliza. And you?

My name is Enis. A pleasure to meet you, um... Milady? I am sorry, I am guessing you are a woman from the breasts.

Eliza felt suddenly embarrassed, realizing her savior unicorn had seen her more bare than most had since she was an infant. She felt her cheeks flush hot. She almost felt silly, being embarrassed at an animal seeing her nudity.

Yes, a woman. And you are a stallion? I know nothing of unicorns, besides tales from childhood stories.

I am. Though some farmer on the way said I was a gelding. What is that?

Eliza stopped to remember words she had not used in some time. Oh, that is a young horse that has had its, um, male parts removed.

The unicorn snorted Sounds painful. Why would anyone want to do that?

Oh, Eliza trailed off a little, remembering more as she spoke. I remember my father saying that it... made them behave better. They only left the balls on their best horses.

Hmm. Well, I guess that makes sense. The unicorn looked up at the stars. We are headed south right now. Is there any place where you need to go?

Eliza spoke flatly, Anywhere away from those goblins.

As the unicorn looked about, Eliza saw that the tip of his horn was blunt.

Hey, um, Enis? What happened to your horn?

Enis looked back for a moment. What do you mean?

Well, I have always heard that a unicorn has a horn as sharp as a spear and unbreakable by anything in this world. Did something break yours?

Enis chuckled lightly. No, Milady. My horn is... special. It sort of grew this way. Enis stopped and looked about, turning his face into the wind. The night is getting cold. Shall we find a safe place to lay down for the night?

Eliza felt the chill from the wind. She had to abandon her bedroll and blanket several days previous, when the goblins had first located her. She had lost her cloak in the brush earlier that evening. Eliza knew she needed to get a fire going soon.

Yes, please. Let us get well off of the road, so those goblins don't find us.

Agreed. We should also gather some firewood and get a fire going. It is a thing I understand you humans do for warmth. I can feel you shivering.

Eliza’s teeth chattered. So what do unicorns do for warmth?

Oh, well, when the night air is a bit chilly, as it is tonight, we gather together. We share the heat of our bodies. The younger and stronger take turns on the outside to block the wind.

Eliza sighed at the thought of all that warmth. That sounds really nice.

As the pair made their way through the brush, they heard a stream nearby. They found the remains of an old camp site, with a fire ring in the middle, and sheltered from the wind by blackberry bushes. Eliza smiled at the blackberries, and the prospect of something to eat. She and Enis ate greedily of the berries on the bushes. After eating their fill, Enis made his way over and drank deeply of the fresh, cold mountain stream while Eliza gathered some dead branches from the woods. Eliza returned with an armful of wood and piled it next to the fire pit.

As Eliza piled the wood in the small ring of stones, she noticed a small problem. Hey, Enis? I don't have a tinder kit. I am not sure we can get a fire going.

Enis walked over, his hooves thumping on the hardened ground. What is a tinder kit, Eliza?

It has things in it for making a fire. Dry tinder that burns easy. Flint and steel.

Enis gave a short nicker. What does the 'flint and steel' do?

Eliza stood up, huffing in frustration. It makes sparks that catch the dry wood and set it on fire.

Enis walked over to the fire pit. Pile some of the leaves near the bigger rock there.

Eliza did as he asked, piling the dry leaves and twigs on the side near the larger stone.

Good. Now stand back.

Eliza stood a good ten paces back. Her mind raced on thoughts of what Enis might be doing to light the fire. Magic words? Beams from his eyes? Summon forth a fire elemental? Instead, Enis leaned his horn down and stroked it hard against the stone. The sparks were large, and quickly ignited the tinder. Enis backed away, allowing Eliza to tend the new fire. After a few minutes, and a few branches, a cozy warm fire worked its heat into Eliza's skin. Enis settled down in the grass near the fire with his left side towards the flames. Eliza scooted over to lean against his side.

Is this okay, Enis?

Oh, sure. You humans like sitting up against things like chairs and trees, right? I have seen a few of you doing that.

Eliza settled against Enis' warm left side, sitting with him behind her, and the fire in front. She pulled the silk scarf down the back of her head, shaking loose her red hair. Using the scarf as a small blanket, she draped it over her arms.

Yes. In fact, this is very nice.

Enis looked back at Eliza. Your mane is pretty. I have never seen a red mane.

Eliza gave Enis a puzzled look, then realized what he meant. Oh, my hair! Well, thank you, Enis.

Quite welcome. We unicorns do not have red manes. The mares would be full of envy for your... um, hair.

After a few moments, Eliza put her hands behind her head and looked at the sky. The stars were quite lovely, and the night sky was free of clouds. She took in a deep breath through her nostrils, then let it out with a sigh.

Enis?

Yes, Eliza?

I never properly thanked you before. I owe you for saving me from those goblins.

It only seemed right. They were overpowering you, and you were not able to fight back.

Still, I thank you. What can I do to repay you?

Enis bent his neck to the left so he could look at Eliza. Well, if you might be traveling south, I could use a guide. Your land is strange, and I find myself completely lost traversing it.

I believe I can help you find your way. I can-

Eliza gasped. At first, she was not certain. Then she sat up for a closer look. She rubbed her eyes. In the firelight, she could see that Enis' horn looked like an enormous black penis.

What is it? I did not hear the goblins.

Enis! There's a penis! On your head!

Enis looked up at his horn with a chuckle. So there is. Would you believe me if I said I do not have one between my legs?

Eliza looked at Enis, who was smiling with his big teeth exposed. Is that normal, Enis?

Well... no. You see, it sort of grew in like that. And my penis in the back never grew past the size of a colt’s. It has been like that my entire life.

Eliza stared at his penis horn, wide-mouthed and unable to look away. She reached out to touch it. Enis lifted it away. No, do not touch it, please. It is rather sensitive.

Eliza shook her head for a moment. This majestic creature she had heard about all through her childhood in stories, and now the first one she meets – the first one anyone has met in centuries – has a penis-shaped horn on his head.

So it just sort of... happened this way?

Well, not exactly. You see, my mother was... cursed.

Eliza turned excitedly, wanting to know more. Will you tell me about it?

Enis looked up at the sky, deep in memories. My mother never talks much of it. My father was leader of our herd, just as his father before. And at least five more fathers back, which is as far as is remembered.

Oh, so sort of like a king?

A what? Enis looked back at her, his piercing purple eye shadowed by his furrowed brow in the fire's light.

A king, Enis. For some humans, they have a king who leads them. Usually it is a king's son who rules next when he dies. And the king's wife is his queen.

Wife?

Eliza smiled. There is much you need to learn about humans, Enis. But if your father was the king, that makes you sort of a... a prince. That is, if you are to lead the herd next.

Yes. I believe you could say that I am the prince of our herd.

How many unicorn herds are there?

Oh, just the one. Several hundred of us.

Eliza pondered on this for a moment. For all the times in her childhood that she daydreamed of a prince coming to rescue her, there is no way she could have imagined he would be a unicorn prince with a phallic horn. Then again, she knew better than to compare her life to a bedtime story.

I apologize, Enis. Go on.

Enis looked at the fire, watching it pop for a moment and throw cinders at the stars. It happened before I was born. While my mother was carrying me. My mother said that my father had a crazy idea of making peace with the fairies. Do you know what they are?

Eliza sighed. I do, Enis. They are whom I’ve been running from.

Oh. Well then, you know how they are cruel to the people of the land?

Eliza nodded. All too well.

Even though our home in Twilight Vale is protected, my father believed that none should suffer. The birds that came to the Vale would tell us of the terrible things they do.

Eliza turned to look at him. Wait, you can talk to birds?

Sort of. Only in the Vale, it seems. As soon as I left, their tweets make no sense.

Oh. Well, go on.

Enis cleared his throat. It seems that there came a day when my father decided we needed to stand up for the humans. He went out to meet the queen somewhere near here. But they deceived him. Dimona, the queen of the fairies, had set a trap for them. Dimona herself slit my father's throat in front of my mother. She watched him die while she could do nothing about it.

Eliza put her hand over her mouth as she gasped. That’s horrible!

You see, while a unicorn is alive, his horn cannot be removed. She waited for him to expire, then cut off his horn. My mother, though, had a stroke of luck. Her bonds loosened as Dimona approached her. She kicked Dimona in the chest and ran. Dimona cast a curse on her, which ended up being a curse on me.

Eliza hugged Enis around his neck. Poor thing. How did your mother take it?

She forbade any from using the Rainbow Path ever again. None were to interact with the outside world.

The Rainbow Path? What is that?

Oh, it is a special path that only a unicorn can use. It keeps us safe on the other side of the Skyreach Mountains.

Eliza was confused. Which mountains?

The ones north of here.

Eliza chuckled. The fairies have always called those the Tah-tahs.

Enis furrowed his brow. Strange folk, these fairies. But that is more than enough about me. What about you, Eliza? What brought you here?

Eliza leaned back into Enis' side. Well, I grew up on a farm a half day's journey from Bog's End, way off to the west. We grew apples and made cider. There was my father, my mother, three sisters and four brothers. I never really left the farm, except to go to market, and then back. Oh, but the land was fertile, so we always had a good harvest.

I love apples. I have had a few since coming here.

"That all changed a few months ago. The fairies know that the Marsh Hills are not well protected. Queen Dee, herself, came to my father’s farm. She demanded apples and cider for her Frolic. He begged and pleaded, knowing that the amount she demanded was more than his farm could make in a season. She threatened to raze my father's land, if he did not make some sort of payment.

Then Dee saw me. Fairies appreciate beauty, and she believed I would make a fine slave. The queen demanded that my father give me to her immediately. He was heartbroken, but he asked me what I wanted to do. I agreed to go with her.

Oh, my.

They placed this collar on me, which can only be removed with the magic of the Queenstone, or my death. She pointed at her neck, to the black leather collar with a silver buckle and four silver rings embedded in it. I was to go soon to be bonded to the queen, herself. But a fairy guard took pity on me and helped me escape. I have been on the run since, hoping to get as far away from the fairies' influence as I can. Were it not for you, those hired goblins would have taken me back to Castle Daor Gra.

Enis shook his head. That sounds terrible. I am glad to help you get away from that.

Eliza began absentmindedly stroking at Enis' mane. Enis, what was it like growing up with that horn? You told me it is not normal. Most unicorns have sharp horns, correct?

Quite so. Life was not easy with a penis for a horn. I did enjoy telling stories to the younger unicorns. Even the elves and satyrs, who were usually nicer about the horn. Especially with a story distracting them.

"Elves and satyrs? Goodness, this Twilight Vale sounds like quite a place.

Enis gave a short nicker. He had never before had his mane stroked. It felt so nice and relaxing. Sometimes I try to think of my life like a story. As though it is not me, and someone else lived that life. I feel it helps me forget the pain.

Well, would you tell me that story? I loved stories when I was a child. I Still do.

Well...

Pleeease?

Well... okay. Now that you yanked my tail about it.

"Huh?

Sorry, that is a unicorn thing. Now where to start...

The night you were born

Enis nodded. That is a good place to start.

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Enis, The Penis-Horned Unicorn

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Once upon a time, in a land of dragons, and boy bands that never grow old, there was a magical place called Twilight Vale. All who lived there were isolated from the rest of the world. The weather was always pleasant. The trees always bore fruit. The water was always clean. Animals frolicked and played, having little to worry about. Twilight Vale was also home to elves, satyrs and unicorns. All had lived peacefully together in the Vale for as long as any could remember. But that all changed when Mara, the mare who lead the unicorns, gave birth to her heir.

He life started fairly normal. A white unicorn with silver tail, mane and hooves. Black tufts of hair at his chin and about his hooves. Deep purple eyes that melted his mother's heart. Life seemed good for the new unicorn. His mother named him Enis, which was her father's name. She was proud of his every step, hoping he would grow to be as strong as his late father.

As the young unicorn grew, his shiny black horn started to grow in. It was then that things did not seem so normal. The horn was growing in blunt at the tip. This made no sense, as all unicorns' horns grew in sharp as a thorn. But none were prepared for his horn to grow in looking like a penis.

Perhaps worse was the fact that his true penis never seemed to grow. All the young unicorns whispered and laughed. All the older unicorns kept their distance, never having heard of such a thing happening. The elves pointed and scratched their heads. The satyrs only smiled and tried to say he may grow out of it one day. As Enis grew and questioned his mother about his horn, Mara revealed the truth to him.

Enis, it was not long before you were born. Your father, Erathor, went to try to make peace with the fairies. They tricked us, and set a trap. They killed your father in front of me. I was to be next, but I escaped my bonds. I kicked their queen, and ran off. Queen Dimona cast a curse as I ran. I had hoped that it was just words, but I fear that her curse is why your horn is this way.

Poor Enis never had an easy time of it. Sometimes the other young unicorns would gather in a group, singing a chorus of their favorite song, Enis, the Penis-Horned Unicorn! No matter how many times Enis heard it, their words made him cry, and hurt him deep. However, there was nothing Enis could do about his horn. He had tried desperately to rub his horn on rocks and trees, but a unicorn's horn is harder than any sword or metal. He never even managed to scratch the shiny obsidian-like phallus upon his head. He tried covering it in sticks, mud, leaves, and even moss. Nothing ever worked for long.

Eventually, Enis gave up on trying to fix his horn. When the taunts were too much, he would simply run off to find a place to hide. But the other unicorns often found him, forcing him to run again and hide anew.

On a day in Enis' tenth summer, he was forcing his way deep into the untamed parts of the forest, trying to escape a fresh round of singing. It was here that he came upon a clearing. He heard his hooves clopping on the moss-covered stones. In the middle, covered by ivy and vines, he found a statue of a human lady before a small fountain.

The basin of the fountain was made of a green marble, unlike any other stones in the Vale. Enis had only heard of humans in stories. This was as close as he had ever come to seeing one. It looked like this place had not been disturbed in a long time. Enis decided this would be his place. He would keep it secret so he could hide there any time.

As the days passed, Enis found himself in his secret place more and more often. He even took to talking to the statue, who he called the Fountain Lady. He often had long talks with her, knowing she would never make fun of his horn. He even found that the other unicorns' taunts had stopped hurting him, as he could just go to his secret place and leave them all behind. Sometimes he would even bring pretty flowers and leaves to the Fountain Lady. Sometimes, when he was restless, he would even sleep by the fountain, letting the soft noise of the water lull him into slumber.

In time came Enis' twentieth summer, when he was due to take over as leader of the herd. Enis was called before the circle of elders, who would decide if he was ready to take the place of his father, who had died before Enis was born. It was a warm summer evening, and Enis paced back and forth by the lake, while his mother waited patiently with him. After much whispering and talking amongst themselves, the elders came to speak with him. Enis stood proudly before them, trying desperately to clear the lump in his throat.

We are sorry, young Enis, but we do not feel you can lead the herd. We can accept that you can never have young of your own, but you just do not seem to have the fire of leadership in you.

With these words, Enis ran fast and hard, his eyes blurred with tears. He did not stop until he had reached the Fountain Lady. Enis hung his head over the bowl of the fountain and let it catch his tears. In all the years of teasing and whispers, no words had ever hurt as deep as the elders' denial of his birthright.

As Enis watched his tears fall, he swore that the Fountain Lady was leaning over him. Enis looked up to see that the Fountain Lady had come to life. She reached down to him, placed her hand under his chin and lifted his head. She smiled at him. Enis' sobs slowed.

Oh, Enis. I am grateful that you have kept me company for so long. I feel so sorry that you have suffered so much. What has happened to your horn is something that can only be undone by the fairy magic that cursed you. But this horn of yours is special. Never before has fairy magic and unicorn magic been mixed. I wish to help you now.

The Fountain Lady touched Enis' neck on the right side. Enis felt a warmth where she touched. Enis looked at his reflection in the fountain to see a small golden shape on his neck. What is it, Fountain Lady?

That, Enis, is a heart. It is my symbol. It is also my promise to you. You now carry my blessing. You can use it to stand up to the fairies, and break your curse.

Enis looked up at the kind woman. What do you mean?

You must leave the Twilight Vale, Enis. The world is suffering under the fairies. Only you can stop them. You, and your special horn.

But how? How do I use it?

You will learn in time, Enis. Please. Go now. The world needs you.

Enis began to walk from the clearing, then turned for a moment. Thank you, Fountain Lady.

You are welcome, Enis. You may call me Amarisa.

Thank you, Amarisa. I will do as you ask.

Enis walked slowly, pondering Amarisa's words to him. He made his way to the edge of the Twilight Vale. There stood the arch of ancient stones that opened up the Rainbow Path. He knew he was not supposed to, as his mother had forbidden it, but he was ready to use the Rainbow Path. He heard a unicorn galloping up behind him. Enis looked back to see his mother.

Enis! Where in Amaria do you think you are going?

Mother, I know what I have to do. Please do not try to stop me. I have to break this curse on me.

Mara tried to be furious, but never had she seen such confidence in her son's eyes. She walked over to him, laying her neck across his.

I love you, Enis. You may go with my blessing. Please, do your best to return to the Vale, even if you cannot break your curse.

I will, Mother. I will miss you.

And I will miss you, my child.

Enis walked into the arch. A tunnel of swirling colors opened before Enis. He looked back for a moment, then walked bravely into the tunnel.

********

Eliza wiped a tear from Enis' eye. So that is how it all happened? Is it true?

See for yourself. Look at the mark. Eliza walked around Enis to look at the other side of his neck. Sure as Enis had told her, there was a golden heart on his neck. It had a faint glow to it, like the warmth of a candle.

I guess it's no less strange than everything else tonight. But I do have a question.

What is that, Eliza?

What is Amaria?

Enis looked confused for a moment. Why, that is our land. The land we stand on.

Eliza gave Enis a puzzled look. Is that a unicorn thing? We all call this land Erogentis.

Enis gave a snort. Maybe. There is so much I have to learn about the world.

Up in a tree, Enis heard a sound that startled him. What is that?

Eliza chuckled. That's just an owl. You're okay.

Are you Sure? It sounds quite big.

I am certain.

Eliza looked at Enis' penis horn. All this trouble in your life over this horn.

She touched it gently, feeling how smooth it was. It felt like a stone polished in a running stream. A tingling feeling traveled down her arm, then throughout her body. Eliza backed away suddenly.

Eliza, no! Do not touch it!

Eliza felt herself getting warm all over. Her groin burned with desire. Eliza started breathing harder. Her heart pounded. Her legs grew weak.

Oh... Enis... I...

I warned you, Eliza. Now you will be feeling what my horn can do. I used to touch rabbits in the Vale to make them breed. Entertainment of youth, I guess.

Eliza felt the burning of desire continue to grow. She untied her shirt, rubbing her own breasts to try to alleviate the rush of lust. Her groin begged for relief. She reached between her legs, rubbing her vagina.

I'm... sorry Enis. Is this... part of your curse?

So it seems. Is there anything I can do, Eliza?

Eliza said nothing as she pulled Enis' head to the ground, grabbing his horn, and shoving it within her vagina. Enis tried to resist, but the feeling in his horn was amazing. He had never felt anything like it before. Eliza bucked back and forth on his horn, moaning in pleasure. Enis felt immense pleasure.

The feeling continued to build. Enis was not sure where it would stop, but cared not as he lost himself in the sensation. Eliza's pleasure had reached a peak. She screamed out in orgasm. Enis felt an intense rushing feeling in his horn. Fluid flowed out of his horn, and all over Eliza's legs, glowing like liquid moonlight.

Enis and Eliza lay on the ground, gasping for air. Eliza sat up for a moment. She gasped as the collar fell off of her neck.

Enis? What just happened?

Enis gasped for air. I... honestly... do not know. 

A Friendship Begins

––––––––

Eliza awoke to the sound of birds chirping all around. Stretching to relieve the stiffness of sleeping on the ground, Eliza found Enis next to her, still quite asleep. She also noticed that her nether regions were not sticky, as she was fully expecting after... whatever it was that happened the night previous. Her clothing, however, was in quite a disarray. She stood up to tidy herself, and cover her exposed chest. As she stirred, Enis awoke from his slumber. He looked at Eliza with half-lidded eyes.

Good morning, Eliza. Did you sleep well?

I... I think so. I guess we... whatever that was that happened, it must have been exhausting.

Enis stood up, shaking his head with a yawn and a nicker. I am not sure what it was, either. It was sort of like mating, but it was my horn. I am so confused...

It's okay, Enis. Eliza bent down to pick up the leather collar that should still be magically bound to her neck. If it were not your horn, I'd call it sex. But whatever it was, I think you broke the spell binding this.

Enis looked at the black leather collar, its silver parts shining in the morning sun. You mean, my horn broke that... What is it?

A collar. A fairy slave collar. Enis, the spell on these is not supposed to be broken by anyone or anything, except for the fairy owner, or death.

Enis puzzled the situation for a few moments. This must be what Amarisa meant. I can use my horn to break the spells of these fairies. Do you think it would work for other spells, too?

Eliza shrugged. Perhaps. I guess we'll have to find out.

But does that mean I will have to... to do whatever it was my horn did?

Possibly. We will have to see.

Enis shook his head. My life has been so weird lately.

Eliza cocked her head to the side a bit. Trust me, even my wildest thoughts and ponderings could not have prepared me for the events of the last half a day. Speaking of which, after all that running, I need to bathe in the river.

Oh, I bathe, too. Shall I join you?

Eliza felt her cheeks warm. Well, it means removing my clothes.

Enis cocked his head to the side inquisitively. I do not understand.

Eliza sighed. We humans prefer privacy when naked. I know you've pretty much seen it all, but please respect my wishes.

Enis nodded his head. I will go graze. Berries alone will not keep me going. I will be where I can hear you, if you need anything.

"Thank you, Enis. I will let you know when I am done.

********

Eliza relished the chance to bathe. The mountain stream was cool and clean. She washed her clothes, then laid them on a rock. She floated in a shallow pool of the stream, enjoying the sun on her fair skin. However, this all changed when she heard a loud whinny, followed a scream, all sounding much like Enis. Eliza started, sitting up to see what the commotion was. She heard the snapping of twigs and branches as a familiar unicorn came barreling through the woods.

Get it off! Get it off! What is it? Help! Eliza!

Eliza put out her hands, trying to calm Enis as she would a spooked horse. Whoa! Enis, what is it?

It is on my nose! Get it off!

Oh, Enis. It's just a spider.

Is it dangerous?

Well, they can be. I'm pretty sure this one is not dangerous. At least, not to humans.

Enis whinnied nervously. Oh, please help!

Eliza took a twig from the ground,  scooting the big brown spider off of Enis' twitching black nose. Shoo! Go build a new web!

Enis sighed with relief, rubbing his head against Eliza in thanks. Oh, thank you!

Eliza felt her cheek flush as realization set in. Enis! I'm still naked! She moved quickly back to the water to hide herself.

I am sorry, Eliza. But I do have a gift to make it up to you.

Eliza turned in the water, holding her arms over her breasts. A gift?

Yes. Wait here. Enis went back in the direction he had just run from.

Eliza took a few moments to redress herself. After a short time, when Eliza was putting her scarf on her head, Enis came back bearing something like a green blanket in his teeth. When Eliza got a closer look, she gasped in realization.

Enis, that is my cloak! Where did you find it?

Enis mumbled for a moment. Eliza smiled and took the cloak from his mouth.

It was on a bush not too far that way. I saw it and thought it might be easier for you to keep warm with it.

Eliza hugged her wool cloak and spun around, billowing her skirt. It would indeed keep her warm.

Thank you, Enis. This is a wonderful stroke of luck. And if I am lucky...

Eliza fished around in the hood, looking for a secret pocket she had sewn in. Finding it, she retrieved the contents.

Twenty silver. We may need this as we travel.

What are those for?

This is money, Enis. We can use this to get things we need.

You will have to tell me more about this 'money' and what it does. For now, may I suggest we get going? Who knows if those... you called them goblins?

Yes. Nasty, stinking goblins.

Well, let us get moving so we don't run into those nasty, stinking goblins.

********

Not too far away, a trio of nasty, stinking goblins was trying hard to forget the previous night by finding their misplaced quarry. Feelings were still hurt. Tensions were high. Backsides were sore.

Oy! Rill! Me no finding where she go!

Rill snarled and muttered a curse beneath his breath. Look harder, Frock! We in big doo-doo if we go back, and we not got her.

Hmph! Might be easier if you not love Frock’s ass like woodpecker on tree!

Frock was walking about bowlegged. Rill, at least, had a spear to lean on. Sprog, being the one fortunate enough to be in the back, was covering much more ground than his two companions.

Oy! Rill! Sprog was calling out from the main road. Red hair lady was saved by ugly horse, huh?

Uh-huh? So?

So me find hoof tracks. No shoes. They go south.

Rill scratched his head for a minute. Why they go south? We just catch them in New Southlight.

Sprog shrugged. Me no care, but me want to make talking horse pay!

Frock rubbed his backside. Me, too!

Rill held up his hand to hush Sprog and Frock. He felt the stone in his pouch vibrating. He pulled it out and held it out. It was flashing brightly, humming and pulsing with magic.

Oy! Stop bitching! Fairy lady calling!

Fairy lady? Would you care to correct yourself, goblin?

An image materialized in the air in front of Rill. Her back was to Rill, showing only her long blonde hair and fairy wings. She held a hand mirror, with which she looked back at Rill. The rich, sultry voice of the fairy sister was quite arousing, with a hint of bitter.

Oy! My apologies, Lady Saffron! We just thinking about where tracks go.

Oh, you were thinking? No wonder you are all walking around in pain. Well, no matter. Have you retrieved the queen's slave?

Rill gulped audibly. His throat felt like the last time he tried to eat his mother's Rat Kabobs. Well, um... You see...

Lady Saffron sighed, her eye in the mirror looking up briefly. You lost her?

Oy! No, lookie! We had girl! But big horse thing save her!

Then you hurt Frock like woodpecker after grub! called Frock from the bushes.

Sprog okay, but Rill has stinky ass. called Sprog from the other side.

Silence, you idiots!

Lady Saffron's voice boomed through the forest. Birds flew from the trees. A little brown spider clung to its web and wondered how much worse this day would get. Saffron's wings were fluttering with anger that was barely being contained. She picked up a golden comb encrusted with jewels, and began brushing her amber locks.

One of you speak. And do make this good, as my sisters are far less patient with failure.

Rill gulped audibly again. He gripped his spear hard, and did his best to concentrate on anything but the queen's favorite execution method: death by minotaur pegging. Specifically, a minotaur slave named Tiny, whose cock was bigger than him.

Oy! See, we caught red hair bitch last night. We tied her good.

And after you raped her? I do not need those details. You three are revolting enough.

Oy! Oy! No, we not rape her!

The eye in the mirror widened. Really? What happened, Rill? Going for the boys now?

Frock held his backside and hid.

Oy! No! continued Rill. See, we had her tied. We were about to get on with the 'Uh! Uh!' stuff. (Rill imitated the thrusting action.) Then we see big horse. We think it man on horse, but no man. Horse talk! Horse fight!

A talking horse, Rill?

Oy! Yes! It talk, and tell us to let girl go. We refuse. It began hitting us with funny horn.

Saffron nearly turned around. Funny horn?

Oy! Yes! It has one big horn in middle of head. Not sharp, but hurt.

So you were defeated by a talking horse with one horn? My interest is gained. Go on.

Rill excitedly went on with his story, forgetting the potential danger he faced from the wrathful fairy brushing her hair. Oy! Yeah! Big horse thing flung us around. And um...

I do not like the tone of this ‘um’ of yours, Rill.

Well, funny thing when horn touch us. It like that Moonfly stuff you gave us.

Moonfly? You mean the aphrodisiac?

The fairies were well acquainted with Moonfly. Harvested from the Stinking Swamps, moonflies were crushed into a powder. It was used in small doses as an aphrodisiac. In large doses, it could be addictive. It was also useful for bonding a new sex slave.

Oy! Yes! But this much bigger feeling! We, um... It made us... Well, there no females around-

Ugh! Do you mean you three were in a little goblin pile? How truly revolting!

Saffron stopped combing her hair. She reached over for a small cage. Rill could see the glow of pixies in it. The pixies inside began nervously fluttering about, screeching as their