This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Loving a Unicorn
Breeding a Future
Chapter Two
Christian swallowed hard and looked straight ahead at the 'teacher', trying to ignore the stares and nickers of the younger fillies around him. Although the most curious of the bunch were yearlings and older -- close to being mares -- they still fawned over Christian, the novelty in the herd. If he had still been human, Christian would have shrunk into himself and dragged the collar of his old jacket up under his ears, hiding all he could of himself. Ears pink with heat, he lifted his head out of the reach of one such filly edging closer and closer to him.
He missed that jacket.
Vale, the dun-coated teacher, had chosen an open-sided shelter for their lesson, allowing a refreshing breeze to kiss their coats as they studied. The unicorn herd milled about their business outside their shelter while the eager students clustered around tomes on magic, raised on stands so that they were placed a more comfortable height for reading. The unicorn teacher lowered his head to observe the magic of a black colt -- the only colt in the class -- as he screwed up his muzzle fighting to levitate a feather.
Squeaking, a little grey filly sidled up to him, peering at the scroll unfurled before him. Her mind was not on her work, however, and, as she tried to put the magic he was learning the basics of into practice, lifting her friend's hair from her neck. Levitation should have been a breeze with the studies at her back, but her concentration was all too quick to slip with such a handsome stallion standing beside her and she zapped her friend's neck instead. Squealing, her friend snapped her teeth an inch from her neck and the grey filly jerked her head back, ears back as she sullenly bore her scolding.
"Have you found yourself settled, Christian?"
The oldest of the fillies, a pretty white filly speckled with grey from nose to hoof, enquired sweetly. Some of the younger ones were as forward as Celeste and Christian tried and failed to clear his throat -- it wasn't in the equine sound box to produce the noise -- tail flicking as he gathered himself. The speckled grey filly fluttered her eyelashes and he desperately looked to Vale, the stallion a strong figure with his golden-brown coat, black tail and dark dorsal stripe running down the centre of his back. Keeping his gaze away from the teasing mare, he tried to pretend his sheath wasn't plumping with something he fought to deny. The tips of his ears turned pinker. What would Celeste think?
"Er, yes, I'm settling well, Mira," he answered after a long pause. "How have you been this past moon?"
The filly bubbled away happily, as eager to talk as she was to listen, and he allowed himself to be soothed by the gentle, innocent warble of her speech. Less formal than Celeste, she tripped over her words and tied her tongue in knots, although he could not have imagined any human of a similar age -- what was she? Three years old? -- speaking as eloquently as she did. Unicorns matured in body, speech and emotional maturity far more swiftly than humans, although they needed time to experience and learn much the same as humans required.
Bobbing his muzzle, he excused himself from Mira and joined Vale at the side of the black colt whose sides were dark with sweat.
"Vale? Do you have a moment?"
The dun stallion raised his head, a smile in his eyes. His ebony horn glowed with a faint sheen of gold magic.
"Of course, Christian. May I be of assistance?"
"Oh, many things." The unicorn grinned. "You know what I'm like with magic. Though I practice every evening, as much as I'm able, I still don't feel like I'm getting anywhere with it."
"It will come in time," Vale kept one eye on his charges. "You have come into the talent with maturity when magic is, naturally, a force that develops with a unicorn."
He shook his head, mane slipping to the other side of his neck. He wore it longer than most and it draped off the arch like a black waterfall.
"I believed you were having more success with bodily manipulation during the course of our last session?"
Christian hung his head.
"I only managed to create one spot on another unicorn's coat, a change in their coat pattern," he confessed, ears drooping. "I couldn't replicate it and the spot faded before we'd even left the hut. It was a fluke -- I couldn't even do it on myself at home later."
Vale pushed his nose into Christian's shoulder, nickering.
"Come now! That is progress! You should be proud of what you have achieved. You have come far for a unicorn that was not born into the herd. We have great faith in you."
"Everyone keeps saying that," he grumbled. "But I can't see it in myself."
"You will in time."
His confidence could not be argued with, even if Christian did not believe the unicorn, who was only a few years older than him.
