A special thanks goes out to 1sickbastard for his help in editing this with me to make sure it all came out right. There may be more to this story I am not sure just yet if I will do more or not with it as of yet if you want more please feel free to comment or send me a message on it.
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A light breeze plays with her hair as she stands tall. This is a small woman. She is of average height, not short, but not overly tall either. Not what most would call a beauty, but she knows that. Eyes that were of a dark burnished gold looked out to the horizon. A soft sigh escaped lips that were a dark cherry red. Long, raven black hair streamed down her back in a waterfall of silk.
This is a woman who knows what she wants, but finding what she wants will be her ultimate downfall. While this woman may look human, she is not. She is the last of her kind. She knows that she is the last as she has never, in her centuries of life, come across another like her. Shaking her head, she turns to leave the hill side she had been standing on.
The feel of the wind dancing along her skin brings a smile to her lips as she walks. The wind caressed her with the soft touch of a lover. A touch that she longs to feel. She makes her way back down the hill to her car. Her face is filled with sadness as she climbs in.
She sat listening to the rumbled sound of the car motor. After a few moments she pulled out onto the small single lane dirt road headed back for town. This was her daily routine, as it were. She always came to the hilltop to stand and watch the setting sun and feel the wind upon her skin. Not many around her knew her for what she truly was.
She lived in a very rural area of the world where there are few people. This has not stopped guys from hitting on her when she'd go into town. She doesn't see the beauty that they do. All she knows is the pain of being alone for so long that eats at her heart. She reaches the small cabin that she calls home, and pulls the car up next to the cabin.
In time she hopes to fill the holes in her heart and soul but she is doubtful of that ever happening. Stepping from the car she is greeted by the high pitched nicker of a midnight black stallion corralled beside the cabin. A smile danced across her lips as she moved over to him.
This was her one companion. He also fed another part of her that rarely saw the light of day. It wasn't that she was ashamed of what she was, far from it. She was more to the idea that this stallion was her relief when she needed it.
"Hello my friend! I see you are glad that I am back," she spoke in a low and gentle tone to the stallion.
This got her another nicker and nuzzle from the stallion before her. She found him as a foal and raised him so he was used to what she was by now. He was unafraid of her in her full form. Most horses feared her for reasons she did not fully understand.
She smiled when the stallion nuzzled her chest snapping her back to reality. "Yes, I know my friend, our time is close at hand," she said as her hand ran up and down his broad face.
The low growled rumble of her stomach made her laugh as she gave him one last pat and made her way back to the cabin. Inside it was sparsely decorated because she didn't have much need for things. She moved too often to have anything that held value to her.
She made a light meal of fruits and a salad. Most considered her to be a vegetarian because they never saw her eat meat. In truth, this was not the case. She ate meat, just not all that often. She finished off the light meal and cleaned up the kitchen.
Outside, the sky had turned a brilliant orange with the last rays of the sun. She felt the setting of the sun as she went out onto the back porch to watch as the sun dipped and disappeared leaving behind the night sky.
She stepped off the porch onto the ground letting her head drop slowly to her chest. Small fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt. She lazily undid the buttons letting the shirt fall to the ground. Her skin was as soft as satin and as flawless as a baby's.
The night air kissed her skin as she shivered slightly at its cold caress. The small, black lace bra held in its confines high and pert breasts that defied gravity even at her age. She reached behind her back to undo the clasp letting the black lace fall away.
A soft moan escaped her full lips as the lace caressed her nipples. She never grew tired of that particular sensation. She bent over showing off the lush curve of her ass as she undid her boots. The boots were set aside as she took a step closer to the corral at the side of the cabin.
This was their night as it had been for so long, when her other nature would show itself and she would be free to run. The jeans that clung to her slender frame slid down over her hips leisurely showing the expanse of skin that was unmarred by any touch.
She stepped out of the jeans and tossed them aside as she made her way to the corral that held the stallion. Her hand reached out for the gate as she doubled over in pain. A scream left her lips in such a manner that the stallion snorted his discomfort.
She fought against what was happening to her but to no avail. Her change was coming and it was not going to be stopped. She cried out again but her cry changed to that of a high pitched whinny. Her body started to change as her face elongated and a shiny spiral horn grew from her forehead.
Her long slender arms thickened and grew longer fingers fused together as nails became hooves. Once the change was complete a large black mare stood in place of the woman. The mare's body was powerfully built and as black as a witch's heart. Small pinpoint ears flicked back and forth restlessly.
Her long reddish black tail flicked in agitation as she stamped the ground. The only difference between her and a horse was the single spiraled horn in the middle of her forehead. She was one of the rarest of her kind.
It has been said that the black unicorn was made by infusing the blood of demons into the white unicorn. As to how much truth there is to this is hard to say. She looked to the massive black stallion who was now pacing inside of the corral.
She lowered her head down to unlock the gate, something he was used to by now. Eyes that were nothing more that a pair of black bottomless pits looked out into the night. The gate latch was easily flipped open by her, releasing him to run. The pair took off into the night like bullets shot out of a gun.
Twin streaks of black pound the earth, throwing it back in great clumps. They run as hard and fast as they both can into the darkness, each enjoying the feel of the wind in their faces. Their movements are each in time with the other, like a midnight dance of lovers. Both knew what the other wanted, that ultimate and welcoming release.
The two danced around each other heads tossing, manes flying, and tails flagged. It looked like a dance of giants. Somewhat funny given the sheer size of the pair. Each stood almost 18 hands to their shoulder and were as broad as a small car.
Their dance was a well coordinated one. Each stepping in time to the other circling and nipping at the other. Long tails flicked and swished in agitation at what was to come. The stallion lunges at her biting at the side of her neck.
She doesn't move to keep him from doing so. She remains still as he holds onto the back of her neck. This was more of a show of dominance on the stallion's part. She knew this game all to well.
