Chapter 1: Virgin Connection

Cherise – Tol Via Village, The Kingdom of Athlos

I hurried with my chores. My eyes were drawn to the dark edge of the Rothin forest. My family's farm lay right on the edge of the dark woods. Silver flashed between the trees. A unicorn had neared the edge. Everyone in the village whispered about the dreadful, horned unicorns that roamed the large woods. Everyone who risked the forest always spoke of catching glimpses of the creatures and were thankful to make it out alive.

Everyone believed the unicorns killed those that trespassed.

But I knew the truth. Unicorns were majestic creatures. They were just shy. They would only approach a virgin girl. They feared men and their dangerous appetites. When a unicorn spotted a human, they fled unless they were pure like me.

I was six when I met Willoweyes. I had been playing on the edge of the farm, my short skirts flying about my bluish legs while my golden hair flowed behind me. They said humans outside the Kingdom of Athlos didn't have pale-blue skin and shimmering golden or silver hair. I always thought that was strange. Willoweyes had a slivery coat that caught my eyes. I bet my light-red eyes lit up as I behold her beautiful sight for the first time.

Willoweyes had deep green eyes that fixed on me, a short horn, ivory horn rising between her eyes. Before meeting her, I had always thought horses were majestic creatures, but they seemed like mangy dogs compared to the grace and beauty of the foal. With a squeal of joy, I rushed to her. We spent the afternoon frolicking in the forest.

At the end, she had transformed into a girl and gave me a big hug. "I'm so glad we finally met," she told me, speaking with a melodic tone. "I've been smelling your purity for weeks. I finally had the courage to come to the forest edge."

"You were afraid?" I had asked in shock. "But ... but..." My mind had been filled with tales of dangerous unicorns. I had realized that my parents' stories may not all be true. It was a revelation for a six year old.

"I know you're different," she had smiled. "I'm Willoweyes. My dam named me that because of my eyes."

"They are pretty eyes," I had giggled.

"I like yours. So red. They contrast with your lovely skin."

I had laughed and had then put a garland of wild flowers about her head, the crown resting against her small horn—even as a human, she still had her horn.

From that day forward, we were the best of friends, but only so long as I remained a virgin. At first, that was easy. We were innocent children, but as we aged, boys began to take notice of me. I resisted their attempts at clumsy seduction—nothing would keep me from my best friend. A week ago, I had reached a marriageable age, sixteen, and my parents pressured me to accept Anton's marriage proposal.

So far I had refused, and my parents were disappointed that I hadn't been betrothed for a year or longer.

I was eager to get out into the woods and see Willoweyes. Now that I was considered an adult, I had more responsibilities on the farm. It was like my parents wanted to drive me from their home and into Anton's arms. He was a strong man, a year older and already taking over much of his father's farm. They had a lot of acres of fields and were prosperous. Every farmgirl and village maid wanted to be Anton's bride. They all glared at me.

I wished them well in trying to claim him. I didn't want him.

Silver flashed through the trees. Willoweyes gambled back and forth, catching my attention. It had been a week since I had played with her in the woods, and she missed me. Luckily, my parents had gone to the village. If I could finish my chores, nothing would stop me from having an afternoon of fun with my unicorn.

I carried the slop bucket to the pig pen. It was full of half-rotten meat, potato peels, ends of carrots, and other leftovers. They snuffled and snorted as I approached. I dumped the garbage into their trough, and they all happily munched away.

I smiled as I headed to the barn. I needed to muck out the stables and curry down the plow horse. Our milk cow mooed as I entered, and the chickens clucked as I past their pen, many of the hens sitting in their nests while the rooster proudly walked back and forth.

"Mr. Rooster," I nodded my head. I liked to pretend he was a lord and the hens were his subjects. I always showed my respect before I moved deeper into the barn.

I led the cow and the plow horse out of their stalls and cleaned them out. It wasn't my favorite chore, but it had to be down. Our animals deserved to be happy and healthy. Then I combed down our plow horse's coat. He was dun brown, so boring compared to Willoweyes's silvery coat, and his mane was a boring black. And tangled.

I hummed as I ran the brush over his coat, eager to finish my chores and see Willoweyes. Now that she was fully grown, like me, I could ride her on back. I had done it a few times, and it was so much fun. I liked the excitement of her muscles rippling beneath my thighs, and this curious, naughty itch had formed between my legs. I had heard girls giggle about playing with their pussies and cumming.

I had never been much interested. I didn't swoon over a handsome man's broad shoulders like they did. I knew a few even grew excited over the softer curves a woman. I did sorta understand that. Willoweyes's human form had matured, too, and she had nice breasts, bigger than mine. I had small little bumps, but Willoweyes had these round orbs that looked so soft.

The tiny itch grew between my thighs and my cheeks reddened. What would it be like to touch her soft breasts? Mine were firm, with tiny nipples. They hardened as I thought of Willoweyes's breasts, my nipples pressing against the rough cotton of my brown dress. My hips shifted as I absently brushed the plow horse. Would Willoweyes like me to touch her breasts? It was only to satisfy my curiosity on how soft they were.

Not sexual. I had to be pure.

The plow horse nickered and stamped his hooves. He snorted, bringing me out of my thoughts. "What's wrong, boy?"

"Hey, Cherise," a deep voice said behind me.

I groaned. "Anton," I sighed, turning to face the young man.

He wore only his woolen pants held up by suspenders, his bare chest rippling with muscles. His skin was tanned a darker blue by working shirtless. I guess he had a handsome face, his smile broad and his dark-red eyes staring at me with heat.

"I saw your parents in the village. I thought you might be lonely."

"I'm not," I answered, sweeping back my golden hair before I led the plow horse back to his stall. "But thank you for your concern." No sense in being rude.

"I think I understand why you keep refusing my proposal," he said.

"Oh?" I couldn't tell him the truth that I wanted to protect my maidenhead for as long as possible. I didn't want to lose my friendship with Willoweyes. "And?"

"You're scared."

"What?" I frowned as I closed the stall. I kissed the plow horse on the nose. "Scared of what?"

"Of surrendering your maidenhead." He moved to me, so tall. I swallowed. "You're afraid of the pain of your cherry popping. But I know how to help you out."

"I..." My throat went dry. I looked around as he took another step. I backed up, bumping against the stall door. He stood over me, pinning me in place. "What are you doing?"

"Claiming my bride."

I was shocked when he kissed me. His lips were hard against mine, moving with insistence. I trembled, not sure what I should do. I had never been kissed before. His whiskers rasped at my soft lips. I didn't like how forceful he was, pushing me back against the stall door. It rattled as I squirmed.

His hand grasped the hem of my skirt, drawing it up my thighs.

"Anton," I asked, shuddering as my skirt rose higher and higher. "Please..."

"Shh," Anton whispered, his finger pressing on her lip. "Just relax. "I'll make you feel good."

I moved my head. "I don't want you to. Please ... please stop."

My skin crawled as his rough hand caressed my upper thigh. My stomach tightened as his fingers moved higher. His lips pressed at my neck. He was disgusting. I didn't want him. My hands pressed on his shoulders, trying to push him away as his fingers neared my pussy. I strained, but he was so strong.

His lips nibbled. He moaned in delight as his fingers brushed the folds of my pussy. Tears beaded in my eyes.

"You have to stop. I'm a virgin."

"I know." His thick finger pushed through my labia. I bit my lip and shuddered as he brushed my hymen.

"I ... I can't lose my maidenhead," I gasped. "Please!"

"Why not?" he asked. "I know you're afraid. I'll make it mostly painless. I love you, Cherise."

But I don't love you. I glanced out the barn at the forest. I couldn't see Willoweyes. Anton's scent would have scared her off, driving her deeper into the woods. I should be with her. But if he took my cherry, I would never see her again.

How could I get out of this? How could I stop him?

"Please, Anton," I moaned. "I'm not ready."

His grin was so cocky. "Sure you are. Look at you. You're ripe for the plucking."

"I ... I ... I want to be a ... a virgin when I'm ... married."

"So you'll marry me?" he asked.

My heart tensed. "You'll ... let me wait until our wedding night if I do?"

His hand withdrew. "You're parents will be happy. I love you."

I nodded my head, my body shuddering as he stepped back.

"Guess I'll swing by Lydia. She'll be happy to take care of things." He patted his cock. Lydia was a slutty farmgirl that spread her legs for any boy.

"Fine," I swallowed. "I ... I'm looking forward ... to our wedding..." I wanted to throw up.

Anton gave me one last kiss; I tried hard not to vomit.

The tears came the moment Anton left. I had bought myself at most a month. A month to spend with Willoweyes before I had to go to Anton's bed and be his wife. I would never see my friend again. I would never ride on her back or make crowns of flowers in the forest. Every day, I would stare at the forest and know that my lost innocence had driven us apart.

It wasn't fair.

Tears burned my eyes. I ran out of the barn. My body felt so dirty. Maybe it was already too late. Maybe I was already soiled. I raced across the pasture towards the forest. I hiked my skirt over my ankles, desperate to get to the woods.

"Willoweyes!" I shouted as I burst into the woods, branches tearing at my clothing. "Willoweyes! I'm here!"

My voice echoed, startling the birds. I ran deeper, my heart thudding in fear. Where was she? She shouldn't have fled too far. Right? Unless I had been soiled by Anton. He touched my pussy. Maybe I wasn't pure any longer.

My vision blurred as the tears poured down my cheeks. I couldn't loose my unicorn. "Please, Willoweyes! I'm here! Don't abandon me! I'm still a virgin! He didn't soil me!"

Please, let me still be pure.

I didn't realize where I was running, my feet leading me to the small pound dotted by pussy willows It was a beautiful glade, the sun shining on the pure water, white lily's blooming on their pads.

Pure water.

I needed to be clean. I needed to wash Anton off of me. Then Willoweyes would come back.

My fingers ripped at the lacings of my bodice. I fumbled at the knots, desperate to get naked. Desperate to cleanse myself of his despicable touch. I ripped the lacing, no longer caring about my dress. I was panicked, my heart racing.

"Please, don't leave me, Willoweyes!"

My dress fell off my body. My golden hair trailed behind me as I leaped into the pond. The water was cold, shocking some of the fear from me. It rose to my mid-thighs. I bent over and splashed water on my pussy, washing away Anton's foul touch.

I couldn't be his wife. I couldn't bear to be his, to share his bed. What would I do?

I scooped more water up, splashing it between my thighs, glad at how cold it was. I scrubbed at my pussy, the water dripping down my thighs. My body shook. Where was Willoweyes? Was I stained? I rubbed harder. I splashed water on my neck and face, scrubbing everywhere he touched me.

"Please, come back to me," I sobbed. "Please, Willoweyes!"

"Why wouldn't I come?" Willoweyes walked up to the pool, her coat shiny silver, her horn ivory, the tip golden.

Joy burst inside me. "You're here! Praise the gods!"

"Of course I'm here." Amusement flashed in her dark-green eyes as I waded through the pool to reach her. I threw my arms around her neck, burying my face into the soft fur of her neck. "I ... I thought you would hate me."

"How could I ever hate you? What's wrong?"

"It was Anton..."

Willoweyes let out a loud, snorting neigh. "Yes, I smelled him. That's why I didn't come right away. I ... I was scared of him. He's so ... manly." Willoweyes tossed her mane, the soft, silvery hair caressing my face.

"He ... touched me." I trembled. "He ... rubbed at my pussy. I tried to stop him..." The tears returned, burning down my cheek. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop him."

"You still have your innocence," Willoweyes answered, pulling away to stare into my eyes, her sharp horn bobbing before me. "You're still sweet and innocent. You haven't been soiled. You can't hurt me."

I hugged her, pulling her muzzle to my breasts. Her horn slid past my neck. Willoweyes was always so careful with her horn, never wanting to hurt me. I stroked her mane as her soft fur rubbed on the soft slops of my breasts.

"Thank you. Thank you. I want to be pure and innocent for as long as I can."

Only a month. And how much time would I have to slip into the woods? I had my chores and there would be preparations for the wedding. What if today was our last time together? Why did I have to grow up? Why did Anton want me? Why not Lydia. He fucked her all the time. Why couldn't he just marry her? She loved to spread her thighs, eager to surrender her pussy to him.

My arms tightened around her neck. This was my unicorn. I never wanted to give her up. I never wanted to shed my innocence. I wanted to stay in the woods with her. But it wasn't my place. I had a duty to my family to marry. I needed to help Anton and raise his children like a good wife. My tears continued to flow, matting her hide.

"Why are you so sad?" Willoweyes asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." I took a deep breath, stifling my tears. "I just want to enjoy today. I haven't seen you for a week."

Willoweyes shifted her head, her snot brushing my hard nipple. I gasped as electricity shot down to my pussy. Her head shook, caressing my other nipple. That was so nice. I played with my nipples when I masturbated, but my fingers never produced such shocking bliss.

"Yes! Let's have fun," Willoweyes answered, her rubbery lips brushing my nipple. Then she nipped me. For one moment, my nipple was engulfed by her lips, surrounded by wonderful warmth before her teeth gently pinched my nub.

I gasped, "Willoweyes!"

The unicorn pulled away, rearing on her legs. "You needed cheering up. The forest is a place of joy, not tears."

I beamed at her. "You naughty unicorn. That was my nipple."

Willoweyes nodded. "Yes. Hard and pink, jutting out like a little treat just for me."

I giggled, a part of me wanting to ask her to nibble some more, another part scared of being wicked and driving Willoweyes away. She was an innocent unicorn and every day my lusts grew, putting naughty thoughts into my mind.

"Let's ride," Willoweyes neighed. "Let's get away from the forest edge and all the nasty humans."

"Yeah," I smiled, stepping out of the pond. With practice ease, I scrambled onto her back. I had ridden her bareback many times, but this was the first I had done it naked. I didn't want to wear my dress; I wanted to be naked and innocent like Willoweyes.

I shifted on her back, her soft hairs rubbing at the excited lips of my pussy. Willoweyes shook her head and her body shifted beneath me. I gasped, her muscles writhing and massaging my pussy. Heat washed through me. My nipples ached and my clit peaked out, teased by her silken hairs.

"Willoweyes," I whispered, shifting. "Maybe we should..."

"What's wrong?" Willoweyes asked.

"I..." Fear clutched me. "Nothing."

"Then let's ride free!" neighed Willoweyes.

With a cheerful whinny, Willoweyes galloped forward. I gasped, my pussy grinding into her ticklish furs. I leaned down, Willoweyes's mane caressing against my face. The unicorn's muscles shifted and bunched beneath me, rubbing on my hard clit and my hot labia. My virgin pussy clenched as I let out a moan, trying to fight the growing desires inside me.

I couldn't succumb to them. Not while I was riding Willoweyes.

The woods whipped by us. They were dense, but Willoweyes galloped with grace, nimbly weaving through trees and brush to keep a single branch or thorny vine from brushing us. It was exhilarating. My breasts jiggled with every leap and my pussy ground into her luxurious back.

I wanted to bite my lip to fight my pleasure. My pussy bounced and ground on her back. My thighs clenched as I squirmed. The hot itch grew in my depths. I groaned as it swelled, slowly devouring my body.

"Isn't the forest beautiful?" Willoweyes whinnied, her voice excited. "It's so wonderful today!"

"Yes!" I moaned, my pussy growing wetter. "So beautiful! So wonderful!"

Daylight flashed by. The forest a blur. I couldn't concentrate. My clit throbbed against her wonderful hide. I leaned back, gripping her flanks with my thighs as the pleasure built and built. I undulated, adding more sensations as I slid along her wonderful hide.

"So wonderful!" I moaned, the sensations rushing up to my mind. They washed through me. I had to stop. I had to stop rubbing my hot pussy on Willoweyes silky hide. But she felt so good. My pussy ached and throbbed. I needed more.

I needed that wonderful release.

"Oh, Willoweyes!" I gasped. "Oh, yes! Keep galloping! I love it!"

"You sound so happy!" whinnied Willoweyes. "You've been so sad lately."

"I have been! And I do feel amazing! This is wonderful! I love being with you, Willoweyes!"

"I love being with you, Cherise! I miss you! You don't come anymore."

"Oh, yes! I'm about to cum!" My fingers ran through my golden hair as the pressure built. I shuddered and spasmed. "I'm about to cum so hard!"

"Are you okay? You're not making sense."

"I'm perfect!"