The dreams were weird. Incoherent, confusing, interrupted by moments where he didn't know whether he was awake or still dreaming. Bright lights, hushed voices, confines, darkness, something pressed against his mouth. Then more vivid dreams. Someone stroking his equine shaft; Petite cute breasts pressed against his muzzle, .... He felt like a stallion amidst a group of horny mares, treated like a king. Was it real or just a figment of imagination? Relived memory or dream? He couldn't say in his state. Eventually the dreams went calmer and made room for deep, long, dark sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he was bedded on comfortable pillows, warm and snug against his fur. Dreamy he opened one eye and let it wander across the room.

It looked a bit like a hospital room. There was a window, but it was milky and you could only see that there was light on the other side. A bucket of flowers were in there, he could smell their scent with every breath. He shifted his head and it felt a bit off. Bigger somehow and weighed down by something on his head. When he looked the other way, where he expected a door, something clanged against the bed frame and stopped his head movement. A horn. He had a horn on his head! He couldn't remember having a horn on his head.

Come to think of it, he couldn't remember anything. How did he get here? Where was here? What was his name? He drew blanks on any attempt to remember. The shady memories of his vague dreams were all his mind could come up with.

Drugs. That must be it, he realized. He must have been drugged. But why? What for? By whom? It felt like he should know, but he didn't.

The other wall had a door. It was made from metal, like in a prison, but that very moment it opened smoothly with a sliding sound. In came a lady clad in doctors outfit.

She didn't have breasts, she was some sort of lizard species. Although his mind immediately gave her the predicate "dragoness" seeing her deep eyes and her powerful toothed muzzle. There was femininity in her gaze but also dominance and authority. She smiled, but in a way that clearly said, she was boss.

"Oh hello, tasty, you are finally awake!" she greeted him in a familiar way. "How do you feel? Do you know who I am?"

His questioning, confused gaze already answered both questions better than a thousand words could have. But he still tried to answer. "Blaaah  Plaee... Pleashe, ...  where  ... am I?"

His voice sounded off. He couldn't remember how his voice was supposed to sound, but this sounded like someone else. Higher pitch and softer than he somehow had expected to sound. And it was difficult and took conscious effort to form the vowels as if his tongue wasn't made for speaking.

In fact the dragoness seemed to be surprised that he managed even that much. She looked surprised. Pleasantly surprised but surprised nonetheless, while he was even more confused.

"Sshhhh, it's OK, tasty, everything is perfect!" she reassured him and bent over him.

He couldn't move his arms he realized. He was on his back, but his arms were somehow pinned to his side, as if they were bound. He couldn't tell how, but he couldn't move the blanket off him. In front of his face was this female toothed maw that was somewhat sexy and yet thrillingly dangerous. He could smell the faintest scent in her breath of her last meal. Something heavily spiced and meaty. It didn't smell bad, but he was a herbivore, and the scent frightened him as much as it excited him, the same way as the image of this smooth, pointy teeth just inches from his neck made his skin crawl and his heart beat a notch faster.

Then she gave him a fleeting kiss on his muzzle and at the same time she petted his chest and belly, through the blanket. It was a warm, pleasant feeling, and it stirred something in him, warm and tingling. A familiar warmth between his legs. Just the same as in his vivid dream that he remembered. In his dream it was accompanied by throbbing and a bulge which would have formed under the blanket soon enough. And if they continued .... Somehow this memory made him quite embarrassed.

Weirdly enough it didn't bulge. His arousal staid, he felt a throbbing between his legs, but not the sensation of the shaft extending from its sheath like in that dream. But before he could ponder further on this, the hand of the dragoness had moved further down and touched a very sensitive area on his lower belly. The touch sent several tingly jolts through him, as if his nipples had somehow gotten super sensitive. Had they always been so far down?

"Enjoy the feeling?" she asked. "Oh poor you, you don't remember anything, do you? Let me get you a mirror so you can fully enjoy your tasty body. Just one moment."

Her smile was gentle, almost excited and only the slightly bit naughty and mischievous. His gaze followed her smiling face until the door, which she had stepped through, closed with an almost inaudible hiss. The last he saw was her hand waving good bye, her scales made it look sleek and graceful, yet her claws still had power.

His legs were also bound. He tried to shift and rub his thighs together, to make sense of this weird aroused feeling, but he couldn't. He could just lay there. He had to wait and try to feel the weird sensations his body gave him. It would have helped if he could have remembered what his body was supposed to feel like. All he had for reference was this slight subconscious feeling that something was totally wrong. Or had he just dreamed being in a different body and was confused by that?

Relieved he turned his head, maybe a minute or two later, as the dragoness finally came again. She had a beautiful cat lady with her, and also a handsome but young lion. Both were clad in hospital assistants outfit. In case of the cat, she had brown and grey stripes throughout her fur, this clearly made her a nurse. Would he be a male nurse? Or a doctor in training? Were they doctors at all?

The lion rolled a mirror into the room and placed it, titled, so he could see himself. Or rather a figure in a hospital bed, covered to the neck with a blanket, and then a cute equine face with a long sleek horn, like a unicorn would have. It somehow looked familiar, but he couldn't tell why.

Gracefully the cat bend over his bed and grabbed the blanket, then pulled it away. Her back arched and she seemed to even be purring almost inaudibly. And, she licked her lips as she gazed on the restrained laying underneath. A tiny gesture that did not escape his watching eyes.

And then he could look at her. She was gorgeous! Slightly plump, but not obese or fat, just enough to make round curves instead of protruding bones. Her hoofed legs - all four of them - were bound close to her body with fabric straps that were in turn strapped to hooks in the bedframe, tight and secure, yet not uncomfortable.

In the bed, as reflected by the mirror, there was a feral unicorn pony. Beige brown fur, a bit dappled on her flanks, a bit lighter on her belly, even lighter on her ever so slightly puffy udder. It was there, between her legs, underneath her tail, but visible since she was laying strapped on her back. Her nether lips were also slightly puffed up with a hint of arousal, and a glint of moisture shining from the dark exposed skin, revealed from its hidden angle by the mirrors reflection.

He was confused, looking at himself - or rather herself. In the dream she had been male, but then again that had been a dream and now she was awake. Or was she? She shifted slightly strained against the bounds and looked so vulnerable and also so sexy that a gasp escaped her throat as she let go of the breath that she hadn't even noticed she had been holding back.

A moment she wondered why looking at herself was such a turn on, but the dragon doctress took her attention again. "Wow. You look absolutely gorgeous, don't you?" she spoke out what the unicorn's own embarrassing thoughts had been. "Wanna get up, so we can get you to your examination?"

It wasn't really a question, more a command. The lion took the hint and rolled the mirror away, leaving the unicorn with only her first person perspective of her belly and her udder. The cat reached into her lab coat's pocket and brought forth headstall gear, which she then gently but firmly slid over the unicorn's head. It had a little metal ring that fit exactly around the horn and held everything in place firmly, but the feline fastened it with such quick routine as if she had done the complicated procedure a thousand times already. Before she could even think of protest, the unicorn already had the short wooden stick behind her equine teeth and on her tongue that would stay in her mouth, while the cat fastened the straps behind her neck.

Only then, the dragoness opened the straps that had held her four legs in place. A gentle tug on the reigns encouraged the unicorn to turn around on her side, and then lower her four legs to the ground.

Standing up felt weird. Not unnatural or wrong, but she was consciously aware how her insides shifted and now weighed her belly down ever so slightly. On the other hoof, standing on all fours felt all natural as if she had always been like that. Was she?

A clap on her rump - the claws squeezed into her fur ever so slightly - made her jump and had her twitch the muscles in her hip that sent her tail flicking with a jolt. "Let's go." the dragoness commanded and again lead her by the leather strap connected to her head gear.  It was not a forceful lead, but its firmness quelched even the thought of any disobedience.

She was lead out the room, then down an aisle - bright, sterile, tiled floor, numbered steel doors on each side. Through a gate that stood open for them, and then into what must have been the examination room.

Except, it looked more like a kitchen. Her eyes fell on a number of plates and trays that were neatly stacked on clean shelves. And on the anthro rhino. A large fellow with a friendly face but small eyes, and a chef's hat on his head.

"Oh yeah, there she is!" he proclaimed and walked past a work bench that weirdly enough had a drain in it. The knife stack on it also looked intimidating, all butcher tools.

From up close the rhino looked intimidating, while the dragoness and her minions were standing behind the unicorn now - between her and the door. "Let's see..."

He reached across her back and grabbed on to her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Then he did the same further down her leg. The unicorn didn't know what to make of this. Was he trying to pet her? It felt kinda nice how he stroked along her flanks on both sides, then grabbed her muscles through her fur and shook almost as if giving her a massage.

"Nice ..." the rhino commented, the moved to her rear. "What a tender rump!" he commented after giving said area a hefty squeeze that forced a whinnie out of her throat.

It was then that it clicked. He was checking out her meat.

Her protests turned into a feral winnie though. With the wood on her tongue she couldn't form any eligible words.

The Rhino noticed her tensing all up, and laughed. "Oh, shush! Relax, I'm not gonna slaughter you, this is just your examination. You are doing great! Come here, will you?"

He pulled the string attached to her head straps. She couldn't not will. He used two fingers to open her mouth and look at her teeth. Then he reached under her belly and squeezed, just where she felt the softest and most vulnerable, where her udder was.

The unicorn blushed. How could she possibly be turned on by this?

"Perfect!" the rhino summarized his results to the dragoness. "One could think she was born like this. You have outdone yourself once again."

"Oh shush, you charmeur!" the dragoness replied, although her voice didn't reveal if she was actually flattered or just tried to shut him up. "Make sure everything's ready for later."

"Gladly!" came the reply. And that concluded her examination. She was led out of the room by the dragoness who checked her watch. It was a small but apparently expensive watch that she kept in a pocket of her labcoat, not on her wrist. It came on a little chain.

"We still have a few hours, let's get you relaxed and have a bit of fun, shall we?"

The unicorn couldn't answer. If she could have, she still wouldn't have had a choice. She was led by the leather string connected to her muzzle and the rest of her just followed obediently. The cat and the lion had gone another way and were nowhere to be seen.

The room she was led to had only one door, but a comfortable mattress on the floor with black, latex lining. On it were a number of toys that looked vaguely familiar to the unicorn. She couldn't remember where she had seen them, but somehow the sight of the elongated objects kindled her arousal. The toy the dragoness choose however was nothing like it. It was a simple brush, like one used to comb horse fur in the stables, and that was exactly what she started doing. And that lead to sensations the unicorn simply had no choice but to give in and enjoy.

A few minutes later she was on the mattress, relaxed and the dragoness was half over her, kneaded her belly fur, massaged her, and occasionally brushed her belly hairs with a much softer brush. A sigh escaped the unicorns lips, and then, unexpected, the dragoness kissed her on her muzzle. A sweet, gentle kiss, not forced on her, not overwhelming, but also not without a deeper innuendo. 

When another stroke of the dragoness near her udder sent a shudder through the unicorn, the doctress reached behind her and presented a belt - with an attached artificial horse cock.

"Wanna try this out? I bet you do. Let's get you mounted, shall we?"

Seeing the dragoness put the strap-on on was a turn on in itself. It had a little stump on the inside that hooked into the ladies slit for support, leverage and pleasure. Then the unicorn received an exciting clap on her rump, suggesting her to get up.

Standing positioned her rump right in the height of the dragoness' hip. In turn she pushed her strap on forward without warning or hesitation, and it slid into the moist and eager fold almost effortlessly.

An excited grunt escaped the dragoness throat, and she grasped the harness around the unicorn's head with both hands and pulled her head backwards just as she hilted the long dong deep into the receiving equine's depths.

She whinnied. Shouted out her pleasure and didn't care anymore what these people had in mind with her, who she was or why she was here. That moment she was complete, happy, lost in the moment as her body filled with feral pleasure she couldn't remember having felt. So much unlike her dreams, yet so much more real.

But then the dragon lady stopped, slid half into and half out of the unicorn's tingling sex. The strap that held her head back had been loosened, right now that she urged for the pleasure of the restraints.

"Do you want to feel how we cut you apart?" the dragoness asked, as if asking if she liked her food with or without onions. The fear, the uncertainty, it all was back that instant.

"Naaah.   No!" she said and stared at the dragoness waiting eyes with feral fear.

The dragoness smiled, superior, and slightly amused. "Don't worry, you don't have to. Maybe it's easier that way, I just thought you might like it."

The pleasure returned, as the dragoness thrust her artificial maleness back into her depth, but it was a ruse. The doctor fetched something she must have had prepared unseen. She felt a stinging sensation on her rear, only for a split second. But she realized too late, after more waves of pleasure, that she had been betrayed.

Reality faded again. Pleasure mixed with hallucination until she could no longer tell whether what happened actually happened. She didn't see herself falling, her body still in shudders from the orgasm that had just rocked her, but her mind was no longer there, lulled into more senseless dreams and unreal images, visualization of fears and wishes she couldn't even remember. And then blackness.  Again.

When she opened her eyes, she was bedded on comfortable pillows, warm and snug against her fur. Dreamy she opened one eye and let it wander across the room.

It looked a bit like a hospital room. There was a window, but it was milky and you could only see that there was light on the other side. A bucket of flowers were in there, she could smell their scent with every breath. She shifted her head and it still felt a bit off. Bigger somehow and weighed down by something on her head. When she looked the other way where she expected a door, her horn clanged against the bed frame and stopped her head movement.

This time however she remembered. The dragoness, the cat. The rhino checking her out. The pleasant sex, and then... then everything had gotten black. Had it been a dream? Was it going to happen again? Was this what a deja vu felt like?

The door opened and the dragoness walked in. "Hello tasty, how do you feel?" she asked - much like she had asked again. This time however recognition was in the unicorn's eyes.

"Nothing hurts, does it?" the dragoness asked.

She shook her head, wary, not sure if she could trust the dragoness. Her, who waved her same two assistants in. The lion, who placed the mirror, the cat who smiled at her - this time without licking her lips, then took the blanket away.

Her front legs were bound as before. But her back legs weren't.

They weren't there. In the bed, in the mirror was a legless unicorn. Her hip looked weird, almost pointy. There was no thighs, no stumps, no plump rump that had been there. The shape was almost like a diamond or similar gem, ending with a stump point. A point from which her tail came, and which glistened wetly from her renewed arousal on seeing this weird, changed shape. There was brown dappled fur all the way to the tip, where her rump, thighs and legs should have been... had been before she had been sleeping. Now only her tail was there, she could flex it but she was unable to even hide her privates with it alone.

"Wow! You look so delicious, I'd like to sink my claws right into your plump belly."

It was the first time the cat had spoken. She had a melodic voice, playful, not as demanding - or rather commanding - as the dragoness. She was merely stating her opinion, not laws, as did her master. The dragoness just smiled, then waved her hand, and the mirror was again brought out of the room. The dragoness followed and left the cat alone with the unicorn, and a little stand on wheels that looked like a hospital IV pole, just smaller.

"Don't worry, I don't wanna hurt you." the cat said, smiling playfully. "Let's get you out of this bed, shall we?"

She looked at the feline with a question on her face. How could she ever get up without legs.

The smiling cat ignored her doubts for now and unfastened her front legs' straps. This time there was no harness for her head, just a padded ring that the cat pulled her tail through. The unicorn tail had been in mid-swipe, but the agile cat caught it with a smirk, as if it was a fleeing mouse. Then the feline gently lifted her legless hip to place the ring around the unicorns waist, where the padded ring was then fastened until it wrapped snugly around the unicorn's incomplete body.

"Just get up as normal. You won't fall, I'll hold you." the friendly cat told her and - to prove her words, held on to the ring that now held half her body's weight.

She took her time. Rolled around, then placed one front leg on the ground, then the other.

Then her hip was lifted from the bedsheets by the cat, who used this handle to turn her around. Then she hooked the ring into the small IV stand, which now supported the weight of her rear.

She clenched her hip muscles, unable to do even just twitch with where her legs had once been. Her sex, once protected between her thighs and buttocks was exposed, hidden only by a lonely pony tail. Her udder was visible on the bottom of that sexy stump that was her rear, fastened to the stand, for all to see.

The trolley followed her when she walked. It make squeaky noises and swayed and she was sure if she attempted to run or even walk fast, or bumped into anything, the contraption would fall and she with it, sprawled helplessly unto the ground. But as long as she was careful, she could follow the cat to the door.

There, the feline took precautions. She directed the unicorn the same way as before, to her 'examination' room, but the cat kept her hand on the contraption she was stuck in. As such there was no escape, she could go nowhere without her rump support.

The rhino beamed with happiness. "There you are. I almost thought I'd have to start without you. Look, how gorgeous they are!"

It was her legs. They were dangling from the ceiling on hooks. And there was no more fur on them safe a tiny patch around the hooves. The femurs protruded, ending in their ball-shaped joints, which were supposed to sit deep in her hips. But they didn't. They dangled from the ceiling instead, cold and without sensation. Even as the rhino took one of her legs down, placed it on the table and then started carving her meat off it with a large cleaver.

"Look at that rump steak, it's every bit as gorgeous as promised, isn't it."

"Oh, can I have a piece of it please? I so like it raw!" the feline asked, excitedly. This time she did lick her lips again.

The rhino seemed to consider a bit before carving a piece from what had used to be the unicorn's right calve. He threw it over and the cat caught it gracefully.

Instead of eating it right away, the feline presented it to her. "Just smell that, you smell so tasty, I bet you'd almost want to eat it yourself, don't you?"

She still stared. She had stared since she had come in. First at her legs, then at the cutting, now at the piece of her meat dangling right in front of her. It smelled - coppery. Raw. Juicy. She wasn't a meat eater but she somehow knew that it would be good.

She felt her sex twitch. She pulled her tail down - it would have been between her legs, but without those everyone could still see everything. 

"Mmmmhgmm, yes, that's what I thought." the cat said smiling, excited, and first licked the piece of meat, then dug her teeth in it. At the same time the rhino in the back, not caring about his visitors, took the other leg from its hook and placed it, complete as it was in a vat with deliciously smelling marinade. It made wet sounds as he turned it around, and the unicorn's leg looked all moist and glistening from all sides.

She stared. Then she felt the feline's claws on her rear. Not her rump, that didn't exist, no directly on her puffed nether lips. It was a little, excited squeeze, and it sent a shudder through her that made the contraption holding her squeak and her tail swipe frantically.

"You are so tasty, this tastes ... mmmhmmm, awesome!" the cat said and swallowed the last piece of meat without much chewing. "Tell you what, I want more of you. I'm gonna eat you out, you're gonna like that!"

If she had protested, it likely would have made little difference, but she didn't. Not as the cat somehow extended the contraption to heave her rear higher, nor as she knelt right behind her, her diamond shaped rear end now in eye height, grasped unto her flanks and wrapped feline lips around those sensitive puffy lips of hers. Instinctively the unicorn's tail went straight up to expose herself fully a the first touch.

The tongue felt rough and tantalizing. Torturing and pleasuring at the same time. A moan escaped her that sounded not feral at all.

The rhino snickered and started a fire on his stove. Then he placed onions and garlic into a pan and roasted them. And then finally, he placed the delicious unicorn rump steak in it with a sizzling sound. The delicious smell of roasted unicorn filled the kitchen, and the unicorn that was cooking there was in utter bliss. She was still being eaten, suckled, licked, and the sight, smell and sound of seeing herself cooked and roasted mixed with the unique pleasure only a feline tongue could provide in her exposed sex. Her hip flexed this way and that, bending upwards and downwards in her pleasure, but the flexible cat had no problems to follow her wherever she moved and kept suckling, licking, biting, gnawing. Pointed teeth had drawn single drops of blood from her agitated nethers, but that was just the delicate spicing of sexual pleasure that felines were so fond of. She nearly passed out from pleasure. All without drugs.

She couldn't count how many times she had climaxed. The cat showed surprising patience. Or maybe she just enjoyed the taste so much, or maybe the feline enjoyed it herself as well. A hint of a smell in the air from underneath her lab coat suggested the latter. Once she recovered from another climax, the cat finally stopped licking and let go of her throbbing, pounding, agitated rear. She felt raw, but in such a pleasant way.

"I think I still need more leg, pretty much soon.." the rhino announced, demanding. Meanwhile the whole leg was in the oven, sizzling and dripping unicorn juices as it roasted. Only bits and clean bones were left of the other.

"No problem. Do you want to be awake to see it this time? Please? I promise it will be fun!" the cat proposed.

A whinny that was really a whine escaped her equine throat. Just when it had been so nice. But this time she sighed in defeat. Saying 'no' hadn't stopped them last time.

"I don't want to be drugged again." she said, again with difficulties to pronounce the words. But she was getting better.

"Awesome!!!! Can I do it? Please? I can do it, I know everything!"

The question, asked by an overly excited cat, was directed to the rhino. He just sighed. "Alright, I'm too busy anyway, but don't screw it up." 

The cat almost giggled with glee and pushed the unicorn-trolley over to the nearest table in a way she had no choice but follow along with her front legs, or be dragged along. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt.... Much..."

The table had a drain in it, she noticed. Like - to let blood drain away. Defeated, she was lifted on it and turned on her back. The cat held on to her left front leg, her rear - now free of the trolley and the ring - uselessly on the table.

"Stretch out your leg a bit further, can you?" the cat asked nicely. When she did, it got bent sideways until her shoulder strained. Her eyes fell on the shiny blade in the feline girl's hands. How it raised, how it was lowered. How it cut through her fur and into her flesh, severing her front leg from her chest.

It didn't even hurt much. The knife was very sharp, and her flesh ... it was almost if as if she was  meant to be cut there. There wasn't even much blood yet.

Her leg shivered and trembled, and suddenly bent a lot further outwards than it could have a second ago.

"Noo. I can't feel .... my ..."  the unicorn started to panic at the strange sensations as the cat methodically carved away what was supposed to be her shoulder. She stared at her front leg, as it twitched beyond her control, and then was pulled away from her, as the cat exposed the last strands that still connected it.

Blood poured out of the hole where it had been. Poured out with a draining, pulsing sensation and rinsed down the drain in the table. She felt cold and had to blink twice to focus on the thing that the cat held in her hand and hugged. It was her leg - now completely removed. But the feline wasn't given much time to enjoy her trophy. The rhino took it from her to do - things to it.

The feline pouted for a second, then she approached and stood over the poor unicorn again, then gently took her last remaining leg in her paws, as if holding on to a precious baby.

She squirmed. Her tail flicked weakly. That was all she could do with only one leg left and that being held. As gentle as the cat was, she was still going to cut  ... her ...

Her eyes lost focus, she had to blink and tried to force her vision to return. But her body didn't comply. She felt so helpless. Her heart beat was fast, and her sex was throbbing from the cat's earlier ministrations. In a haze of arousal and pain it was so hard to keep focused. 

The unicorn was going into shock. It was just too much for her. The last thing she saw and felt was the knife, digging into her other shoulder with a clear, piercing pain, like a light ray cast through a fog. A shudder went through her, and then she fainted and the pictures in front of her mind became garbled and incoherent.

At first the dreams made no sense. Faces, looming over her. Sharp teeth, biting into her, mixed with scenes of sexual pleasure and arousal. At one point, she saw the dragoness loom over her, thrust into her once more with an oversized strapon. In mid sex the dragoness turned around and took her entire lower half with her, legs and all. She was still being fucked into her somehow detached rear while the cat and the rhino and some other furs she didn't even remember knowing bent over her face and started carving her apart, or ate her flesh right from her body. She lost her front legs, her chest, her neck, while her back legs kicked helplessly into the air as the dragoness kept impaling her detached rear half on her artificial cock.

Then she suddenly was small as a mouse and the cat dangled her from her tail. Smiling excited and cute. "Don't worry it won't hurt." the cat said and laughed, and then lowered her into that feline maw, sharp pointed teeth looming all around her and then closing down to chew and gulp.

Then she was in that room again, staring up from the pillow. The dragoness and the lion came in with the mirror. The bed sheet was removed, but in the mirror, all she saw was a skeleton of a pony. Blank, shiny bones, immobile, inanimate, framing an empty chest cavity. Her horn was still there but on a blank skull that stared back at her with empty eye sockets from the mirror. She wanted to scream but the only sound was the laughter of the dragoness and the others.

Then she woke up.

Her throat felt dry, but she had a throat. Blood pulsed in her veins, and she could gulp and breathe. The bucket of flowers was still there, and the scent of them still lingered in the air.

But she wasn't in the bed. She was on the floor next to it, and the blanket that had formerly be draped neatly over her body was in a pile all around her

There were no restraints on her legs this time that held her in place. But that was because she didn't have any legs no more. She could see her shoulders. Not even a scar. Whatever they had done, it had healed the wound so completely her fur seemed unbroken between her flanks and her neck, heaving with her breath. It couldn't even be called a shoulder as that. She was like a worm. An elongated shape with a head and a tail, but no limbs. All she could do now was squirm and writhe, like a slug. Not even like a snake, snakes were much longer and more flexible.

"Are you OK? I heard a sound.   Oh!"

It was the lion. He came alone this time, and he didn't bring a mirror. He just stood there and looked down at the helpless, legless unicorn. But he gave her a loving smile, then bent down and wrapped his paws around her chest and lifted her up, back to the bed. "You had bad dreams, didn't you?"

She nodded. Wary of him, was he going to play another cruel game on her? What else could they cut away?

"It's OK, I'm here now, and I'm gonna take care of you." he tried to comfort her. He placed her down gently, then started caressing her belly. Squeezing lightly, he rubbed her down from her ribcage over her bellybutton down to her udder, then back up.

Once she relaxed and squirmed slightly, he continued sideways on her flanks, and then further down towards her rear. Her hip bone still gave her rump a gem shaped look, and the lion's paws slowly wandered there.

"You know, I'd love to play and lick the insides of your thighs. You'd have loved that. You girls are so sensitive there. Hmm, how does this feel instead?"

His claw scraped ever so slightly through her fur. Across her flanks, towards her sex, right over the patch of fur that was there where her leg would have been.

The sensation was weird. Tickling, exciting, arousing, and in a place that shouldn't even have existed. In her mind, her inner vision of her body still had legs, and that sensation was coming from skin that intersected right through what she thought should have been. It was like, being scratched on your tail tip when you never had a tail before, except the other way around.

She moaned and squirmed weakly, lifting her hip into the air, exposed her privates as far as her tail could move away from them. A gesture, no more, her tail couldn't really hide or hinder anyone in her current shape. He made use of the opportunity and grabbed her with both paws, his claws scraping over the flat skin where there once had been her muscular butt, now no longer needed.

She gasped and whimpered in his grasp, helpless, powerless, yet in bliss.

He enjoyed it too. He didn't wear pants under his lab coat, and the bulge that formed in its front was a telltale sign that she wasn't the only one aroused. But he didn't force himself on her. Not yet at least, instead he bent down and at the same time lifted her rear end up, in such a way he brought her glistening sex that he hadn't once touched yet in front of his muzzle.

She could feel his breath on her nether lips, her moisture and his breath combined into a shivering sensation, hot, yet cold, breathtaking, making her shiver.

And then he kissed her. His lips wrapped around her labia as if it had been a mouth, suckling her into his maw until his teeth scraped against her most sensitive folds.

Only then he pushed his rough lion tongue into her and over her sensitive spots, drinking up the nectar inside her.

She squirmed and flexed in his grasp, but she felt nothing but his kiss. As if she was nothing but her sex, engulfed completely by his wet, encompassing, embracing lips, suckling her.

A new sensation changed that. A scraping, pinching source of pleasure on her nipples, as he held her up with just one hand underneath the small of her back, while the other caressed her udder. His teeth pressed down, gently, squeezed and distorted her equine sex in his lion maw, so that her flowing juices squirted into his mouth to be licked up by his greedy tongue. It searched for more, dug in, dwelled, entered, and sought out her depths.

It was too much, she arched and saw little stars under her closed eyelids, as she strained and flexed and moaned in climax. But he hadn't even gotten to the main course yet.

She opened her eyes. She had to catch her breath and her heart was pounding as if she had just ran across the racecourse. He placed her back down on the bedsheets, gently, but still neglected. Luckily it was only so he could open and slide out of his coat, until he stood in front of her in all his proud maleness. He was a young lion, but he was strong and well built. No obscenely bulging muscles, but a strong firmness under his fur and not an ounce of fat on his entire body, safe - maybe - his well shaped butt. It was his barbed cock however that her eyes could not stop staring at. It was throbbing slightly, its tip glistening with just a hint of moisture.

If she had had limbs, she would have gone to him, willingly. Approached him, maybe straddled him. But she was a helpless worm, and that glistening cock that she urged for might as well have been a mile away as it was held mere inches from her sex. She twitched and shifted her hip, a sign how eager she was to receive what the lion had to give, but he just stood there for a tantalizing half minute and smiled at her before he even allowed the underside of his genital to touch her moist folds ever so slightly.

It was torture. The barbed tip slid over her clit and over her lips just ever so gently. It certainly was torture for him as well, he had to hold back to not simply push it into her, but he seemed to like to see her squirm, shift and flex and bend her helpless body and yet not get closer to what she wanted, yet always just at a touches distance.

Finally, when she moaned in arousal and frustration, almost whimpering, he had mercy with her. He held on to her flanks with his paws and lifted her up, almost effortlessly. He held her in front of him, almost upright, so his eyes met hers, and then he lowered her gently towards his hip.

His cock wasn't aligned right, but the way she was built now she had no problem bending her hip a bit forward and then down to have her urging slot positioned right on top of his throbbing rod. A long moan escaped her as he finally relaxed his arms and let her slide down along his shaft until her hip touched his, hilted all the way, and her weight rested on his hipbone.

Secured in place like this, he wrapped one arm around her, the other around her head and brought her upright and close, until her chest touched his, until she felt his heartbeat near her, and until he brought his lips on hers and she smelled the scent of the lion's breath in her own.

She flexed and twisted her hip into his, and felt those barbs, deep inside, scrape against her sensitive flesh. There was a deep rumble in his chest. A growl, or a purr and his rough tongue met hers in her muzzle as he savoured her taste.

"Mmmmhmmm" his voice went, sending its vibration down into her own lungs as he breathed out and filled her chest with his air. Then he sat down on the bed, with her still on him. He again placed his hands on her flanks, a strong, powerful grip, and started lifting her, pushing her in a rhythmic motion. Up, and back down on his shaft, almost as if he was masturbating. With her.

At first he went slow, and she moaned to his grunts and the sensation of his barbs inside her. But then he paced up and the stroking sensation turned into a staccato of pleasure that left her breathless, gasping for air, shivering and shuddering and with almost no control over her body. It spasmed and convulsed on its own, meeting his rhythm without her doing. His hands squeezed her flanks and belly, under her rips until it almost felt as if he was stroking his own cock through her fur. She was reduced to nothing but a cock sleeve, a pleasure toy, a tender wrapping that he could effortlessly squeeze and push and ram back down on him as he pleased.

And then he came. His roar was loud and powerful, and he slammed her down on his hips and balls in such a way they slapped almost painfully against her rear, under her tail. Inside he erupted, deeply, and the barbs flared out and hooked into her flesh, locking him deep within. It was like a firework going off inside her. Like riding the rocket on its way up and then boom, her mind exploded in a cascade of sparks.

She hadn't thought it was possible to pass out from an orgasm, but when she opened her eyes, dreamy from afterglow, she had been placed next to him on the bed. Her sex was raw and throbbing, and she could feel the sensation of liquids oozing out of her. He still sat there and gently petted her belly and looked at her with a loving smile. Then he moved down to her nethers, cupped her sex in his paw and slowly scooped through it with a finger. It came back dripping wet with both their liquids, and he lifted it wordlessly to her muzzle and pushed it between her lips.

She had no choice but to taste the musky scent of their combined love. A slight hesitation, lasting for a second, until she got used to the taste, then she suckled his finger, until it was clean. He seemed pleased with that. Gently he lifted her up once more. Upside down this time, with her sex in front of his maw, and she twitched and squirmed as he started licking her clean.

But that was only half of it. As he gently lowered her, his cock danced right in front of her own muzzle, slick with their juices and still on half mast. Her flexible neck would have allowed her to avoid it, but his hand, gently grasping on her lower jaw, directed her snout right where he wanted it. Over his cock until it was all the way inside and resting on her tongue.

His licks were so nice, she didn't need further encouragement. She returned the favour, until he was as clean as she was, and back to a firmness that easily matches those of his arm muscles.

Without warning he lifted her up, and his cock slid out of her mouth, then held her under his arm, as if she was just a bag or a carpet. Her rear facing front, her head backwards. But his paw supported her weight gently from underneath her udder, his fingers caressing her sensitive fur. Like that he stood up, naked as he was and walked towards the door, taking her with him.

"Where.... where are we going?" she asked, speaking for the first time.

He didn't even turn his head to answer. "Kitchen. It is time!"

"But.... I don't ... " she realized she had nothing left that they could carve away as harmlessly as her legs. It made her afraid.

"Well, you have this." he answered, guessing her question. She knew what 'this' was. As he spoke, he grabbed her by the tail with one hand and let go with the other. It didn't even hurt. Without her legs, and the meat of her muscular shoulders and rump she was light enough to be held by her tail alone to support her weight and it was only slightly uncomfy. She could move it in his hands and it made her swing slightly like a pendulum. 

"Excellent!" The rhino beamed as he opened the door and the lion held her in front of him like this. "Put her on the table right away. I have an idea."

She whimpered, but she couldn't prevent it. The lion held her down with both paws, on her back, blinking into the bright overhead lights. The rhino  grabbed her tail and pulled. In his other hand he had a large hacking knife that he took a swing, and then ... *whack!*

A hot, piercing, stinging sensation, like an electric jolt that went up her spine. And then only a dull throbbing. The rhino held up her tail, now limp and severed, dripping a few drops of blood.

"That's gonna get dried. I might put it into a soup later." he announced.

The unicorn had a tear on her face. Not from pain, but from the realization that she had now no limbs left at all. "What happens with me now?" she asked weakly, afraid.

The lion petted her belly, gently and smiled warmly. "The best part." he said. "You'll see. Just stay there, and don't go anywhere. It's gonna be a surprise."

Another tear went from the corner of her eye over her cheek as she glanced after the lion. It had been a very sad joke.

The stinging in her rear slowly subsided and she was now alone in the room. She could turn around if she wriggled this way and that, but the table was high and the floor was from stone tiles. She didn't want to fall down there with nothing to brace her fall. So all she could do was lie there helplessly and wait. Despair mixing with a weird sense of arousal. Why was being so helpless so hot? It confused her.

The lion didn't come back alone. It was all three of them again, the cat, smirking, almost bashfully, and the dragoness, ahead of the situation as always.

A twitch went through the unicorn's exposed rear end where her tail had been.

"Hello tasty, ready for the finale, I see?"

It wasn't a question. The dragoness found her answer with one finger that probed well aimed for the equine's juicy slit. She stuck it in only deep enough to reappear all moist and sticky. A drop glistened from the dragoness claw in the bright light. "It's time we filled that urging hole of yours then. Is it ready yet?" she asked.

The question was directed at the rhino. "Yes madam!" he answered, a little bit out of breath. He came back with what looked like a large fabric bag held under his right, muscular arm. It was triangular, and steaming. One corner was closed with a ribbon, one sewed shut, but the third corner ended in what looked like a stubby metal nozzle, like on a fire hose, but much smaller.

She felt the dragoness hands on her flanks, lifting her hip slightly of the table, so her urging sex was positioned perfectly. A moan escaped her, as the metal nozzle was squeezed deeply into her. It felt cold in the first moment, but then suddenly hot as the rhino slightly squeezed the bag and something was pushed through and into her.

For a second she was laying perfectly still, wide eyed, then she started squirming as she felt the steaming substance touch her sensitive insides. Doughy, gooey, thick and steaming hot, the stuffing poured through the nozzle and into her receiving depths.

"Mmmhmm, fill her up, I bet she can take it all!" the feline joked playfully and ran a paw over the unicorn's lower belly, where it started to bulge and expand as she was being filled with the contents of the bag.

She however, didn't think she could take any more. Her breath was going rapid as she tried to cope with the sensation of heat from inside, and she started shuddering and shivering. It was like an orgasm in a way, but a painful one. She didn't know what was happening to her, only that she was helpless and her belly was growing from that hot stuff being squeezed into her that burnt at first, then almost left her numb. Her sex tingled and wanted more, and she realized only now that she had instinctively clamped her sex around the nozzle with all her might, locking it in place.
The rhino gave the bag another might squeeze, then smiled at the cat. "Nah, if I overstuff it, it's gonna leak back out. The rest goes in the rear end."

With a sudden sensation the nozzle was pulled out. Her sex twitched and clamped as a squirt of steaming hot filling poured out of her and nearly burnt her nether lips. She took a breath, then opened her mouth for a silent gasp as she felt the nozzle once more pushed in, mercilessly, into her ass. A whimper escaped her, and once more her growing belly made it hard to breathe, More of the thick mass was squeezed into her until her skin felt tight like a drum. A shiver went through her twitching body.

"You were right, it fit exactly. Good thing I upped the recipe, it would have been too little." the Rhino smiled at the cat.

A whimper was all she could say to that, after she managed to catch her breath. A weird mixture of arousal and helplessness kept sending shivers through her filled up body. Weakly she tilted her head to see what else was in store for her.

It was a large metal pole.  No, not a pole, a spit. It was pointy at the end. The cat was bringing it, while the dragoness still held her helpless frame in place.

"Front or back?" she asked.

"Front." the dragoness answered matter of factly.  The unicorn wasn't asked. A weak moan escaped her as she felt the tip of the metal shaft between her nethers. It was so cold, freezing compared to her hot stuffing, but she was so hot, a bit of chilling felt really nice. Another shiver went through her and she barely noticed that the pole had already entered her and was skillfully pushed deeper, into the gooey mass that filled her up.

She was surprised how nice it felt. No pain, just a cool sliding sensation in her nethers that was such a nice contrast to the hotness she had felt before. A moan escaped her, and, shuddering, she closed her eyes, not caring what would happen next.

That was a mistake. It couldn't stay pleasant for any longer, there was simply no existing way through her that the spit could slide. It had to made its way and force it, and the sensation was like being kicked in the belly with a metal plated boot, together with a searing, hot ripping sensation inside. She couldn't really pinpoint it, but it felt hot and piercing and drove the wind out of her so she couldn't even groan.

Luckily the pain subsided as quickly as it had started. "Easy, you got it, there it comes." The lion said, while the dragoness just smiled and watched. Then the unicorn could feel something in her throat, pushing up through her neck. Instinctively she tried to gulp it back down but whatever it was forced its way further as relentless as a metal pole.

A gagging sound escaped her throat, then she felt the cold metal on her tongue. And then it came out of her muzzle, locked her head in place - outstretched by the pole within her. Before she could at least have wriggled, but now she couldn't even do that. Any movement, any twitch, any attempt to bend or buckle was stopped in its tracks by a metal rail inside her.

Again she shivered. She would have moaned, too but her voice failed her. She could barely breathe.

"Tasty!..." the dragoness said, and licked her lips.  Then she let go of her flanks. The supporting claws were no longer needed. The helpless unicorn couldn't go anywhere.

"Thanks, I think I can take it from here." the rhino said and bowed to the dragoness.

"You're welcome." she answered, then hushed her assistants to leave the place. Although the eyes of both the lion and the cat betrayed their wish to stay longer and play with the unicorn, but the dragoness will left no room for disobedience.


She was alone with the rhino. He approached her table and effortlessly lifted her up by the metal pole, one hand in front of her nose, the other behind ... where her tail should have been.

Her weight now rested only on the metal stick that went all the way through her body. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird. Somehow as if she was balanced delicately and about to fall, even though she couldn't. A weak squirm was all her impaled body managed before she was placed into sockets that perfectly fit the spit inside her, locking her into the device.

It was a grill. But it wasn't on yet, first the rhino had to make sure the spit would not turn inside her without her following. A second spit made sure her body was locked to the metal in all dimensions. It was fastened to the first, but poked into her asshole. Not deep, not painful, just far enough to keep her locked in place.

A counter piece went on her other side. It was a short metal stick, perpendicular to the main pole, and it slid into her mouth until it came to rest behind her teeth - not unlike the harness she had worn earlier. Now her rear couldn't move back, and her head couldn't move forward. She was locked in between, held straight and motionless by the pole that went all the way through her. Only her eyes could move and stared at the rhino fearfully, afraid of what would happen next.

The Rhino smiled back and gave her a gentle pat on her flank. Then he pressed a button and the spit turned around. She 'eep'ed, panting, past the spit in her mouth, as the sensation of sliding off and falling returned. Of course she didn't, only her weight shifted, but now it felt like she was hanging from the pole inside her instead of resting on it. It pressed against her ribcage from within and had her gasp, and on her bottom, her own weight squeezed the metal against her clit from the inside. Her hip twitched, another one of the few movements she was still capable of, she could flex and slightly bend herself, as far as the rigid metal inside her allowed. It felt so weird.

She nearly missed the rhino fetching a bucket with a thick brown sauce. He had a brush, and it felt sticky and cold against her flanks and thin belly fur. Soon enough he had basted her in it, and it glued her hair together and encrusted it in a sticky, glistening layer of sauce. Again and again he added more, until every inch of her was covered and it dripped down from her.

"You look delicious, bet you can't wait to be roasted nicely crisp." he spoke and added more sauce to her privates. His brush generously squeezed it between her nether folds where the spit entered her. A moan escaped her and she squirmed.

He laughed. And then hit another button.

A humming sound erupted, as high currents started flowing through thick metal coils. Almost immediately a strong radiating heat came from them and basked her in heat even stronger than bathing in the sun. The coils started glowing, red hot, and she had to close her eyes to protect them from the sudden heatwave. At the same time the spit started rotating again, slowly this time. Agonizingly slow.

She was being roasted alive!  There was no pain yet, but the realization finally hit home, even though the spit and the basting should long have been a dead giveaway. Somehow she had hoped it was just play, that something else was going to happen. But now the rhino just smiled at her, then set an alarm clock and left.

She couldn't look at the red hot heating coils, the heat hurt her eyes and she had to squeeze them shut. But every time the spit rotated her away from them, she could see the room, now empty, and the alarm clock. It was set to almost an hour.

The liquid that was all over her was sticky and had almost felt cool, but by now it was heating up with every rotation. Soon enough it felt unpleasant, then hurting, then burning. Every time the spit kept rotating, and the cold air of the kitchen touched her soothingly where she had just before been torched. While the heat blasted the next part of her. On her back it was bearable, but on her sensitive belly it forced tears in her eyes and she whimpered squealing.

Every movement, every squirm poked the little spit under where her tail had been, and squeezed her against the pole throughout her from all directions. As far as she could she pulled her hip forward, only to push it again against her restraints. She was burning, why did it feel so good?

Her breath went faster. She felt hot inside, almost feverish. And aroused beyond measure, the rotating torturous pleasure was almost too much. Soon enough it had her quiver and tremble, the relentless rotation between searing heat and shivering cold air drove her insane.

Then someone entered. She almost felt ashamed, for her obscene display of pleasure as she was being roasted, but she was unable to stop, even in front of the cat that had entered the room. In a way her pleasure was even increased by being watched.

"Mmmmhmm, you smell delicious already. Wish I could feel what you feel. Here, have more basting." the cat spoke, and took the bucket from the table.

The sensation of the almost ice cold sauce on her burning skin drove shudders through her. When the cat brushed it over her udder and her sex, she arched on the spit, trembling. Only now did she realize how hot the metal against her tongue and her privates had become, bringing the heat right into her. She couldn't speak, only whimpers of pleasure escaped her throat, while the cat kept basting her, licking her lips.

"Can you smell how delicious you are becoming? I have to tell you a secret. I think I wanna try that out one day, too. But don't tell anyone!" she told the unicorn and gave her a last brush of basting sauce. And then a gentle lick on her cheek with her rough feline tongue. Even that felt cold in comparison. Her skin was so hot!

Then she was again left alone on her roasting carousel. Whimpering, she closed her eyes and let the torturing sensations wash over her. She shivered, despite the heat, and her flexing motions on the spit became less and less visible. Her throat, her nose, it all started to feel dry. What was left of her spit in her mouth was hot and as thick and sticky as the sauce that covered her and slowly dried in, into a crust. Her roasted skin itched, almost no longer feeling the heat, as if it was cracking and dry, and her own breath burnt like fire in her nostrils, blowing hot steam from within her lungs.

Visions and images twirled in her head. She saw herself, the spit still in her, presented on a plate in a dining room in front of people she didn't know. She wanted to move, to speak, but she couldn't, and then they carved into her... No!, she mustn't! She knew this wasn't real, if she gave in to those illusions she'd drift away, and she somehow knew she wouldn't wake up again this time. She had to hold it together.

She forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurry through encrusted sauce and juices on her roasting eyelids that felt like solid crisp plates on her eyes. Barely open she had to squint them back close to shy away from the red hot glare of the heating coils.

She had a headache, and it got harder and harder to think, as her very mind felt as if it was being cooked inside her head, but yet she was conscious, fought to regain her senses.

Her udder itched, her skin a numb solid crust, but there was this tingling, tantalizing sensation of a single drop of liquid oozing out. It dwelled on her tit for a second as the spit turned her, quivered, then finally fell loose. It hissed as it hit the hot metal at the bottom of the grill.

More drops formed, moisturizing her dry outline from within, but it took her clouded mind a few seconds to realize what that was that was leaking from her. It was her juice. She was being roasted and she was leaking meat juice. Molten fat! She would have arched if she could have, but her weakened muscles barely allowed an almost invisible tremble. Her breath was so shallow she barely managed to gulp down any air past the searing hot spit's metal. Her heart beat fast and desperately. How much longer could she last, she asked herself, fearing for herself.

The alarm clock, she had to look at the clock. Her eyes couldn't focus, everything was a sticky blur, as if her eyes themselves had been cooked from within. She could make out the form of the clock as a blurry shape but what did it say? Were these 3 minutes left? Or thirty?

Desperation grasped at her heart, the knowledge that she would only last for a few agonizingly pleasant moments, and that it would not be enough time. She would have sobbed and whimpered but her body didn't comply anymore, all she did was roll around once more, cooking, sizzling, and she barely had the strength to close her eyes away from the red hot glow.

And then it rang! She couldn't feel her crisp roasted ears, but she could hear the beeping. The door opened! Even from this distance the motion caused a wave of pleasant cool air reach her in the grill. It was the dragoness, and she approached and pressed the button on the machine. The heat stopped. A drop of juices dripped from her eyelids down unto the still hot metal. She had no tears left, but she would gladly have shed a joyful tear of release, just happy that this wasn't her end yet.

"You are awake, tasty, aren't you?"

The dragoness knew. She couldn't answer her in any way, but she knew that the dragoness was aware that she was still awake. The way she sniffed the scent of roasted unicorn and gently twisted the spit so she was hanging right side up, licking her fangs... she knew.

"Time for the best part, now you can finally go back." the dragon lady spoke. She didn't understand. What did she mean, go back? Even as she grasped to the unicorn horn on her forehead she wondered. She felt her horn quiver and twitch in the dragoness hand, then it twisted as if it could suddenly turn in its socket like a screw.

And then she felt the weirdest sensation, as if she was pulled out of her own body and sucked out through her horn, at the same time as that horn was pulled from her head. She left her body behind, she was in the horn now, only thought and memory, squeezed and oozed out by her old shape. She had never felt anything like it before. In a way it was like dieing, in a way it was like being reborn, but mostly it was just unreal, confusing. And then, suddenly, she knew! She knew why! She knew *who* she was. She knew what it all had been for. More importantly *he* knew where he was now and what he had to do next. He felt his own body again, his real body that had been his all the time, and all was so easy!

The stallion took the headset off his head, breathing heavily. He was naked, on the couch, and his equine cock was rock hard and throbbing, even though it had squirted his seed over him multiple times. Servants were still cleaning him, dutifully, as was their task.

Next to him were his friends, the lion, Brandon, and his colleague Felicia. The cat.

The rhino took the headset from him with a bow. "Did you enjoy your experience, sir?" he asked.

The stallion nodded. "Yes, it was - I'm at a loss for words, so real, so ... it was awesome!"

The rhino smiled. "You certainly made a good choice in opting for a feral unicorn, I am glad you enjoyed it. Please follow me for the main course now."

They all followed the head chef to the dining room. At the same time the dragoness entered, together with two servants who carried the most delicious smelling and looking roast to the table, together. A roasted unicorn, although missing its legs, tail and even its horn. It's eyes were closed, and steam came from every orifice. A delicious smell wafted through the room.

The dragoness held the horn, she gave it to a servant who took it carefully, then placed it in a box, together with the headset he had worn.

Everyone took place at the table. The dragoness put her hands on the stallions own and looked into his eyes. "Happy birthday darling. Did you enjoy your present?" she asked.

He smiled. "Still am!" he said and gave her a delighted kiss. "Can't wait for the main course. I want to finally taste how good I turned out."

She giggled. "Me, too, although we already all had samples. You are absolutely delicious as a unicorn!" the dragoness told him, and the others eagerly agreed.

It was the rhino who made the first cut and carved a large piece of meat from the unicorn's flanks, exposing the fillings. Deep in the belly of the beast, he had almost forgotten these hidden pleasures, all that stuffing, now roasted and mixed with tasty juices, piling on his plate.

The taste was unforgettable. Eagerly he dug into the contents of his plate, barely listening to the chatter of his peers who were as delighted by their food. He was just about to ask for a second serving, when he suddenly noticed the faintest movement on the unicorn's flanks. Intrigued his glance wandered to the head of the unicorn, where one of the eyes ever so slowly opened, and the eyeball within tried to focus on him.

A shiver went down his spine as she recognized himself in these eyes.