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cts-ryu-writing-desk · 9 months ago

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The Last Magic In the World

Here is a little bit of a break from my usual smutty writings and working on something a little more whimsical. I have wanted to do something like this with a unicorn for a while now. I didn't know how I wanted to work on it this one came pretty close.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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The world was once a magical place. Great mages channeled the energies of the land through them to enforce their will over the natural law. Yet over a thousand years ago, the magic faded from memory. Now in the isolated kingdom of Silvaros dwelled the last the world knew of great mages. Their magic never died out.

But now was the time for an ancient ritual. It was to be carried out in an enchanted forest with the border of the castle's land. The forest was dense with a magical miasma turning wayward invaders and trespassers away. Only once every eighty years did the miasma fade for their ritual to commence. The mages ventured deeper into the forest, the key to their ritual - the vibrant and lovely Princess Filianore.

Princess Filianore was led into the boundary of the forest she was always told never to cross. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown, large and flowing she felt out of place amongst the tatter robes and tarnished armor of her entourage. She was led under the guidance of two of the palace's mages, followed by only one knight to protect them. Tension crackled in the air. Though the sun sank behind the trees, the forest glimmered with an otherworldly glow.

As they approached the altar, whispers seemed to echo all around them.

"Your Highness," the voice was from the first mage, "You must wait here, we cannot assist you any further."

"Am I going to die?" Her gentle voice quivered

"No, my princess. Should the ritual be refused? You will be returned to the palace." the knight spoke out

"And if I'm chosen?" Filianore asked worriedly

"Then we are unsure if you will return." The second mage said

Dread showered over the youthful Filianore.

“I'm sorry princess," The knight said, she could hear great sorrow in his voice.

The entourage that led her to this altar had left. Filianore's heart was racing. She had only ever heard whispers and rumors of what lay within this enchanted section of the forest. Her hands were shaking. She grasped them together in a prayer-like gesture.

The altar behind her, built of ancient stones long since weathered over the centuries. She could see it cloaked in green slowly being overtaken by the forest. She took deep breaths, each exhale quivering in her dread. Her mind filled with questions: was this really what she was born to do? Would this be where her story ends? She pondered her destiny.

The softest rustle of leaves behind her filled her with dread. Should she look? Was she supposed to stay in this position? She could hear numerous footsteps getting closer to her. She closed her eyes tightly trying to keep them shut. The breathing of the creature as it came closer. With what little courage she could stand to muster, she peeked. And then she saw the visage of a horse.

White fur, appearing aged and wizened. A frail mane, a brilliant dull glow, and a horn atop its head. Her heart was filled with relief. She was gazing at a unicorn.

Filianore stared in awe. Never had she envisioned such a magical creature to be so grand, imposing, and yet so full of grace even in its appeared old age. She could hardly utter the words. "You're real,"

The unicorn neigh softly as if to show approval.

Filianore felt compelled. She reached out her hand. The Unicorn met her hand gliding its muzzle against her palm. Filianore was lost in such a magical moment. She could feel the unicorn's magic reach into her. It was like a torrent through every inch of her body.

Filianore knew of the stories: of how unicorns would make themselves known to pure maidens. She breathed a sigh of relief nearly in tears. The unicorn's horn glowed a soft blue. Filianore got to her feet. The tip of the unicorn's horn glowed. It drew a great deal of magic at the very tip of its spiral horn. Bowing its head lightly, placing it near her lower stomach.

Filianore felt its magic coursing through her. As the magic coursed through her it filled her mind with the story. It was a story even the mages and her kingdom never knew.

The unicorn was the last son in a long regal equestrian line. Her ancestor, the founder of the kingdom, Godwin the Conqueror, hunted and slew the unicorns to near extinction. It was through Godwin’s firstborn daughter that the pact was made. She willingly came to this place before the stone altar dwelt there. This virgin princess offered herself to continue the progeny of the unicorn and by doing so secure that magic remained in their kingdom. Every eighty years a virgin maiden from the royal line would be brought there to be chosen. Only someone so pure could have brought such a pure creature back from the edge of extinction.

It was always when the unicorn was near the end of their life. If the maiden were pure without a touch of sin to her heart, they would be chosen to uphold this now ancient agreement. For as long as there was at least one unicorn, then there would always be magic in the world. Thus leading to the great mages of her kingdom. The First Princess would only return a message, that a princess is to be brought to this forest, pure in body, heart, mind, and soul, should this be kept there will always be magic and peace within the kingdom. Any who would return would feel their minds lost in a fog if ever they tried to recount such a magical encounter.

The visions playing in her head ceased. The wizened unicorn stood in front of her. Tears gently rolled down her cheeks. Filianore could feel the weight building in her lower stomach.

With the unicorn’s magic, Filianore could sense the life growing inside her, planting its roots and beginning to bloom. The intensity of the magic coursing through her took her breath away, and she closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation.

Then, without notice, the magic stopped. Her eyes fluttered open to find the unicorn backing away, watching her with a dark wellspring kike a curtain of a starless sky. Filianore felt magic fill her womb, stirring before beginning to grow. A strange calm swept over her.

Contrary to the panic and dread that she experienced earlier. Filianore didn’t feel an ounce of dread. The magic of this unicorn swept through her, deep within her, she could feel it. A small presence of this new life quickly grew within her womb. In Filianore's heart, she could feel a deep and unfathomable love growing as she witnessed the baby in her growing belly. A peaceful and soothing feeling washed over her; she knew it to be real as she placed her hand against her pregnant belly. She could feel her skin getting tighter, canyons forming beneath her fingertips as her skin stretched to accommodate the foal. Filianore’s belly grew rounder by the minute, she truly was beginning to look pregnant now. She quickly outgrew her gown and her swelling belly tearing through it. The young foal needed to grow a lot before it could be ready to be born.

The foal was growing completely in a matter of moments. Her body was not prepared to handle such weight. Gently she was brought to her knees and her stomach continued to grow.

The unicorn remained nearby, its eyes peering deeply into the depths of Filianore's soul. A feeling of warmth consumed her heart like a flame as she embraced the gravity of the moment. The unicorn lowered its head, nuzzling her protruding stomach gently. Filianore had rapidly undergone nearly a year of gestation, which could only mean the foal would be arriving soon.

Feeling the unicorn brush against her bare pregnant belly, made the foal inside squirm. Her skin stretched out. But never did it break, tear, or show signs of damage. The magic that put the foal there was to accommodate the foal and bring no harm to her. This great weight in her womb gave Filianore a feeling of comfort. This was vastly different from what she expected. Magically bearing a child of such a pure creature was a far cry from the death and ruin she perceived it to be.

Filianore began to feel the foal descending lower. She felt no pain as labor began. She could feel the foal pushing its way out of her womb and down the narrow corridor of the birth canal. The strong magic of the foal's father aided the foal forcing its way through the tight passage. Filianore gasped.

She felt every movement, every instance of it sliding out of her, descending further and further as its hooves started noticeably poking out against her taut skin. This was not solely without feeling. She felt a strong sensation overwhelm her: the need to push. In and out, she breathed.

Filianore focused on her lower stomach region. Each muscle tensed and pulled. She tried to push down with all her might. Filianore could feel the foal moving faster. She could feel the nose poking out. Filianore continued to push until she got to the rest of the body. The adult unicorn already checking out the new young foal slowly stood as the birthing was nearing the end.

Filianore struggled to push going red in the face but ultimately her struggle was rewarded. The body was now free and so too was the foal, Filianore looked down at her once round belly to see it was now deflated. Filianore watched in blissful delight seeing her newborn unicorn foal trying to stand. The foal came to her, instinctively knowing that she was his mother. She carefully wrapped her arms around the foal. Instantly in love with it. She could feel the magic radiating off the newborn foal. With this, the ritual was now complete.

The elder unicorn nudged the newborn and Filianore towards the forest. It was time to retreat to the depths of the forest. With a gentle hand against her newborn foal, Filianore looked around. She was leaving the altar, and her life as a princess behind. She was now a mother, her duty to her foal. Indifferent to returning to the palace, she wished to be like that first princess long before her. Filianore wanted nothing more than to keep such a pure and beautiful creature in the world. This birth did not take her virginity, she could bear another. She wished to bear another. Filianore dreaded what the world might be like without the unicorns, without magic. Her heart could not stand to dream of such a world. It was a last wish by Princess Filianore

Filianore left the altar with her foal and its father, her heart wanting to fill this forest with a herd of unicorns again. Her body was more than capable of doing so.

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cherrycherish · 4 months ago

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Satanic Panic #26😈

You work at an office of monsters and beasts of all kinds, but you're the diversity hire, the only human who works there, and as the boss's assistant at that. Some of your coworkers have threatened to eat you, but you know they're bluffing, no one pisses off the boss, the giant demon who formed the company was feared and respected by all of his employees. So when company dinners and pre-paid lunches inevitably soften you up, you think it's very possible that the boss will gulp you down himself and hire another human to take your place. This line of thinking leads you to finding a witch who does reformations, just in case you become brunch.

And you do try, briefly, to resist the free snacks in the break room and the complimentary donuts at meetings, but your resolve breaks and you figure with reformations in place you don't really need to fear being eaten anyways. Soon you've ballooned and need a whole new wardrobe, and your coworkers eye you up even more than before, the way your muffin top hangs over your belt, the way you jiggle going up the stairs, you can tell that you're tormenting them with how delicious you look, and having that kind of effect on them turns you on.

So when you get called into a one on one meeting with your boss, you think you know what to expect. The large office is beautifully decorated with art and differing seating, even a large hammock hanging from the rafters that you know your boss quite enjoys reading in, though you always found it amazing that any hammock was strong enough to hold such a monster. The giant demon you work for sat behind the large desk watches as you plop your wide ass into a chair and explains that your role within the company is being changed.

'This is it.' you think, 'He's gonna eat me.'

Feigning ignorance, you ask what that'll entail, thinking he'll surely tell you your new role will be lunch.

When he pulls you over to him you still aren't surprised, wondering if your fat form will give him heartburn and instantly getting horny at the thought. You are surprised when he doesn't eat you, instead splaying you on his desk, tearing off your clothes and tormenting your cunt with his hot forked tongue. Completely caught off guard and already so wet, it isn't long before you cum and as your boss scoops you up you again assume he's going to swallow you.

Instead your back is pressed against his chest, your legs are spread and you're lowered slowly onto his huge cock, forced to slide down further and further as it stretches you so wide. It's so big, proportional to the massive demon it belongs to, your cunt twitches around it as you feel it pushing deeper inside of you, you can see and feel the tip pressing against your insides as you finally fully sheath him.

He studies you as you pant and whimper, unable to form words at the feeling of being so stretched. He rubbed your clit and directed you to rub at his fat tip through your flab, before explaining that it was becoming too risky to let you continue to waddle about the company unclaimed, and that your corpulence was a distraction to the other employees.

With no further explanation than that, he began bouncing you mercilessly on his pulsing cock, grunting as you jiggled in his grasp, and all you could do was moan and cum over and over. In your dick dumb state you had no thoughts and no fears as you were pounded into. When he finally released inside of your aching pussy, you watched as your belly began to swell wider and rounder, sloshing loudly. It kept coming like a hose, your cunt milking out all the seed until there was nothing left. Your belly was the size of a yoga ball, tightly stretched around the huge load that had been packed in, and when your boss finally pulled his now flaccid dick out, he quickly grabbed a fat plug from a drawer in his desk and plugged you, before carrying you over to his hammock.

Completely engorged with seed and still riding the high of your multiple orgasms, you were panting and pliant as he cut his finger and painted a sigil around your bellybutton, your entire body soon engulfed in heat as two small nubby horns sprouted on your head and your breasts swelled with milk, which trickled from your tender nipples and down your round body. Your new role within the company was expansion, you would stay with your boss and grow him as many hell spawn as he wanted to pack into your fertile body. Now that you were properly claimed, no one would dare to even look at you, let alone try gobbling you down. Your fat form now existed solely for his pleasure.

He promised to take good care of you as his breeder, planning to make you cum whenever you wanted, milk you regularly, and feed you enough to grow massive healthy spawn, so much that you wouldn't be waddling anywhere, as this would be the best punishment for such a gluttonous human, who dared to grow so fat in a building full of monsters.

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