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The Unicorn's Wish
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The Unicorn's Wish The wind above whipped the last few leaves from the tops of the nearby trees as she approached the lake in the early morning. Orange, yellow, and even gold, they fell before her, fascinating her with their beauty, but leaving a touch of sadness as well, for their time was done, their vitality spent. Her hooves crunched through the fallen leaves as she neared the water, and in a moment of whimsy, she used her hind legs to send a flurry of them into the air, lending them one more moment of life. The unicorn sighed to herself, thinking, "sometimes I feel like that too...all dried up and dying, used up and finished". She leaned her neck down toward the water, but before she drank, she stopped for a moment, to reflect upon her reflection. She was pleased to see that she still maintained her red coat of hair, so unique for a unicorn, and because of it, her youthful appearance. She felt anything but young though, and despite her rosy mane, assumed that she had begun to appear older to her fellow inhabitants of the forest. She remembered the first time she had ventured near this mysterious, but bewitching lake. " I thought I could just dip my hooves in", she thought sadly, "How foolish and naive I was then". Indeed, the lake was a gathering point for the denizens of the forest, and the roseate equine had journeyed there in search of companionship, and even a little adventure. After year and years of being penned up with a heavy and clumsy plow-, the unicorn had gone searching for the fellowship of her own kind. She had believed that if she plunged into this mystic lake, she might find another unicorn to play with, or a filly, or a zebra, or even a nymph, if one could be found near the Lake. Little had she known that each of these new-found friends would almost always be accompanied by others, who wanted their share of her as well. The first that had roughly mounted her had seemed like a fair exchange for the affection of the filly who had befriended her, but after a time the male horses began to arrive without their mares, and continued to desire her attention nonetheless. Having spent so long in servile obedience, the unicorn submitted to these advances, and even sometimes reveled in the warmth of the union. It often caused the unicorn great discomfort to see how all of these steeds imagined themselves to be stallions, when in fact most of them more closely resembled workhorses, with the accompanying lack of skills. At times she wished they were all geldings, so she could return to the company of just the mares. In the end, she always felt more used than enjoyed, and when the herd began to suggest that she also mate with bulls, dwarfs and even evil sprites, the unicorn felt she had had enough. So she resolved to come to the lake less often, though the longing for fellowship and passion would sometimes make her journey back, and would even allow some of the old plugs to mount her again when the loneliness became too strong. All of these memories troubled the rosy unicorn as she drank slowly from the lake. The water rippled beneath her lips, spreading out from her mouth in shimmering waves. How beautiful the Lake was, she thought, and how much I enjoyed it at first. She gazed about at the forest and the skies, and the lake itself. There were blues and greens, and multicolor hues of delight everywhere. The sunshine sparkled like diamonds on the surface of the water, and all the varied colors she could see above the surface, were repeated ad infinitum in the depths of the water for as far as the eye could see. The leaves continued to blow down from their tenuous holds on the branches on high, and gave contrast to the swiftly moving clouds above. How lovely, the unicorn thought, but what is it about this special place that still seems to be lacking? And then she heard the music. Softly at first, as though simply an echo of tunes from long ago. And then slightly louder, and more melodious to her ears. It was far too early for anyone else to be at the lake , she thought, let alone someone with so harmonious a noise. The unicorn raised her head from the water, and moved all four of her legs back from the lake, peering about in an effort to find the source of the sweet sound that tickled her senses. She sensed more than saw a slight movement in the distance, and cantered in that direction, cautiously, but with an urgency that mystified her. She felt that something important was taking place, but had no sense of what it could be. As she rounded the lake, she approached a small collection of half-submerged rocks. Sitting in the middle of these<b> damp </font></b>boulders was what appeared to be a satyr, playing soothingly on panpipes. He glanced up as she approached, and smiled with a teasing grin, while continuing to entrance her with his pastoral. She smiled back, in that peculiar unicorn way, and their eyes locked. The satyr's song rose in volume and rhythm, and came to a tumultuous climax that stirred both the unicorn's heart, and the nearby birds. Having completed his ditty, the satyr rose from his rough perch and approached the rosy equine. She started when she noticed the immensity of the organ swinging between his hairy legs, but calmed herself by remembering that this was a satyr, and that was a part of who they were. But, so as not to stare, she looked again into his eyes, so kind, and caring, a deep and welcoming blue. "Hello", he said, I was wondering when you would find me". She quivered at this statement, and her ears twitched. "I don't know....I never...How was I to ever meet you?...." He walked up to her and stroked her cheeks, and laughed a charming and beguiling laugh. " Not necessarily in the sense of find me right here, but find me as in someday we'd meet". She considered what he had said. What a strange person he was. He smiled again, and wandered around her, continuing to stroke her. Her mane, her shoulders, her hocks, and then gently, but persuasively, between her legs. " I know you were too busy with the herd to notice me, and truth to tell, I was occupied with a pixie or two myself" , he said with a captivating smirk, " But,....now that we have met, don't you agree that it was about time?" His delicately moving hands continued to arouse her, to the point that she found it difficult to concentrate, but she did manage a soft, "Yessss......yes I do....." He stepped away from her, causing her to gasp with a sense of loss, and when he came around to gaze into her eyes again, she was met with a devilish grin. But, instead of feeling intimidated or wary, this impudent smile calmed her, and left her feeling safer and more wanted than she had for the longest of times. The satyr kissed her between her nostrils, and scratched the inside of her ear. " If you want, I'll take care of you now, and we can journey around the lake together" , he whispered into the other ear. And the unicorn felt a warmth and a joy unlooked for filling her heart and soul, and she realized that this is what the magical lake had been missing all this time. Someone to share the wonder of the exploration, and the enchantment that followed on that quest. The unicorn bumped her head against the satyr's hairy skull, in a sign of acceptance. She looked up with<b> damp </font></b>eyes, and wondered if these tears had only made the lake appear to be more wondrous, or if it had indeed been made more magical by the company she now kept. Happy Anniversary to my onetime Unicorn. THIS Satyr is forever bewitched by you. 
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I do love coming back to read and re-read this wonderful gift.... 
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