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 The Golden Helix - by Mack the Knife

   Hyandai had been in this dream before.  She was in the woods near
Embalis, her home village.  One thought burned in her mind: Find the golden
helix.  She did not know why she sought it, nor what it even was, but she
felt it was imperative that she find it.

   She ran in slow motion through the woods, the same trees slowly glided
by her in the misty background.  Her dreamscape was the same each time she
had this particular dream.

   She came into a wide clearing, with a glittering pond in its center.  By
the side of the pond stood a stark white unicorn.  It turned to her, its
silver eyes flashing in the odd not light but not dark of her dream.  She
walked nearer to him, as she always did.

   Hyandai was no virgin, and he would bolt, as he always had, even when
she was a maiden.

   Another step closer, and there he went, and she knew he would.  She ran
after him, her long, slim legs covering the ground in huge strides as she
sprinted.  The thrill of running took her, as always, and she laughed at
the pleasure the release of simple exertion.

   I will awaken soon, she thought, it is almost the time.  The beautiful
stallion with the white horn turned about and lowered his head, almost
threateningly.  This is it.

   She did not awaken, she ran up to the horn, and at the last fraction of
a heartbeat, he lifted his horn and head.  Hyandai ran into him, knocking
the air from her lungs as she impacted with his broad, muscular chest.  Her
arms automatically went about his neck, grappling the massive animal and
clinging to him.  She, after twenty years, had caught him.

   Hyandai expected that the unicorn would break loose and flee her again,
but he did not, he simply stood there stoically and let her embrace his
heaving chest.  Her own breath was short, and cooling sweat covered her in
a slick coat of shining moisture.

   What do I do now?  she wondered.  His great head came down and rested
upon her shoulder, and she stroked the sides of his face.  His silvern eyes
bored into hers and she saw a cunning intellect behind them, and a mind of
ancient power and wisdom.  Her fingers brushed over the horn atop his head,
growing between his long ears and from among the strands of his silken
mane.

   Of a white beyond white it was, though now she saw, with a start, that
it was not pure white.  Wrapped around the core horn, which appeared to be
smooth as glass, was another, smaller horn, of gold.  As she moved her
fingers over the golden horn she realized it was a helix, wrapping around
the tapering cylinder of the main horn.

   The unicorn looked at her harder and seemed to be studying her very
soul.

   "Why do I need this?" asked Hyandai, running her slender fingers over
the ridges of the golden coil.  The stallion nuzzled her neck and warm air
washed from his nostrils over her pointed ear, sending a tremor down her
spine.  She leaned back, smiling.  "You are magnificent and beautiful, fey
steed," she said.

   The unicorn seemed to pose for her, lifting his head and looking down at
her slight person.  She giggled at this display of vanity, but surely he
was allowed to be somewhat vain, for he was both magnificent and beautiful.

   She sat upon a fallen tree trunk, and he walked over to her, moving
slowly and lowered his great head to her lap.  She stroked his neck and
behind his ears and cooed to him, then began to sing, for it seemed
appropriate.

   Her elven voice rose into the trees overhead and filled the clearing.  A
breeze picked up and made the boughs dance with her words and she smiled up
at the scuttling clouds overhead.  In the smoothest soprano, she lifted her
voice higher and the unicorn simply listened, twitching his long ears this
way and that, trying to capture every sound that came to them.

   Again, her fingers brushed over the golden horn twined about the white,
and when they touched it, her voice gained, miraculously, in clarity. 
Suddenly, it was a sound that caused even her own ears to fill with music
not there, tones within the tones became unique notes and carried their own
melody.  She smiled as she sang at the sheer beauty of her own voice.

   The song ended, and still the stallion held his place upon her lap, and
she again stroked his neck.  "I am bidden, by someone, to take that horn,
you know?" she said to him.

   His terribly intelligent eyes again lifted and regarded her.  He lifted
his head and stepped back a pace, then nodded, snorting as he did so.

   She giggled.  "You know, do you not?" asked Hyandai.

   The unicorn nodded again, his silken mane fluttering behind the motion.

   "May I have it?" she asked.

   He shook his head, sending his mane into a shimmering silver-white
cascade over his neck.

   "Then my quest is ended, and I should awaken," said Hyandai, standing
from the log.

   Again the unicorn shook his head, stepping toward her again and pushing
his great head against her chest.  She sat back down and looked at him. 
"You wish to give me the helix?" she asked.

   He nodded, his eyes flickering again with the dream illumination.

   "But you cannot?"

   He nodded.

   Hyandai was at a loss.  She looked down at the ground, her expression
falling.  He nudged her with his nose, pushing her back.  She braced her
arms behind her on the log and looked up at him with a weak smile. 
"Careful, Silkmane, or you will tumble me over the log."

   He pushed again.  Hyandai fell back onto the wide log and looked down at
him.  "What do you seek?" she asked.

   He moved over her, his head above her chest and his hot breath blowing
between her small breasts.  She stroked his neck and then felt him move
again.

   Lifting his great chest from the ground he moved up a step.  His
plate-sized hooves came down upon either side of Hyandai's chest,
frightening her.  She gasped as he leaned down his head and warm air once
again washed over her neck and shoulder.

   Looking for a way to move, her eyes went down and she saw an impossibly
huge manhood hanging over her.  As she watched it twitched and grew still
larger.  She smiled up at the unicorn.  "Silkmane, I cannot be made love to
by a unicorn, you are far too great for me," she said, apologetically.

   His thick pole now rested upon her bare stomach.  She could feel the
warmth coming from it and the pulse of his life flowing through the
incredibly soft flesh.

   "This is a dream, is it not?" asked Hyandai, her eyes slowly darkening
from golden to bronze.  "And in dreams, do we not set our own limitations?"

   The stallion nodded, huffing as he did so.

   Hyandai's slender, cool fingers moved down and brushed the silken flesh
of the unicorn's shaft.  She sighed as she moved her fingers about it and
found them far too short to encircle his huge girth, even only a hand's
breadth back from the rounded head.

   With a great sigh, Hyandai said, "If this is not a dream, then I will
soon wish it were."

   She pushed the bulging head of his organ up beneath her short skirt and
let its own stiffness straighten it out and up between her shapely thighs.
When the hot, round head of his cock pushed against her entrance, she felt
it twitch, and a shudder ran through the entire body of the unicorn.

   He seemed to be waiting.  But for what?  She had offered him herself by
helping him aim for the point he sought.  "Do you seek permission?" she
asked.

   He nodded his great head.

   Hyandai swallowed, then took a few deep breaths.  "Very well," she said,
"I wish you to make love to me, Silkmane.  I give myself to you."

   The unicorn seemed to need no other prompt.  With a surge, he pushed
into her, opening her tight entrance to an impossible width and sliding
effortlessly into her.  She screamed in pleasure into the overarching
branches, her hands moving up to embrace his barrel-like chest.  After
three pushes, his organ was buried completely and unbelievably into her. 
Were he not a creature of magic and dreams, he would be penetrating to her
heart, or near to there.

   Her body responded to the entrance with ecstasy, and she felt her skin
break again into a cool sweat.  He began thrusting into her, pulling more
than a foot of organ free of her then slamming it back with the incredible
power of his haunches.  She met those thrusts with her own, taking him
fully and feeling a spark falling on the dry kindling of her body.  The
sparks began to smoulder and she cried out repeatedly as climaxes overtook
her, bursting into flames among the dry twigs.

   Something was happening in her as he entered her over and over,
something was building, the little fires the sparks were starting were
about to burst into something more, an inferno that would consume her in
one great flash of heat and desire.

   No sooner has that image come to her when the dry kindling caught, and
she arched her back painfully, the first pain she had felt since this
encountered started, screaming out loud she was consumed.  The stallion
lifted his long head and brayed into the sky with her, and they flashed
into blinding fire together, a light so intense that it blotted out even
thought.

   Then she collapsed, her hand again upon his horn as he nuzzled her neck.
Little shivers moved through her body as she felt his organ twitching
within her, slowly losing thickness and length.  Then, ultimately, sliding
from her.  Still no pain came with the massive penetration, and her body
felt light and airy.

   The golden coil about his white horn came loose in her hand.  She looked
at it for a long moment, a slim golden shape in her hand, almost a foot
long.

   Her eyes went up to the unicorn's.  He was smiling behind those silver
eyes, and she smiled back at him.  "Thank you for both gifts, Silkmane,"
she said quietly, holding her prize to her chest.  The unicorn was fading
from her vision, as was the forest behind his head.  She felt tears sting
her eyes as he faded slowly from her sight, replaced by a static gray.

   "Good morrow beloved," said Wendy, kissing Hyandai's cheek.  "It's a
rare day that you outsleep me."

   Hyandai's eyes fluttered open, her long red lashes parting and her
emerald eyes gazing out at her lovely wife.  She smiled weakly and said, "I
had cause, Wendy, for I was loved quite thoroughly."

   Wendy's expression was quite entertaining and set Hyandai to giggling.
"Loved?" her bride asked, and scratched her head.  "But we were exhausted
after trying to chop wood last night and fell right asleep." She tilted her
head a bit, her brown hair cascading over one shoulder.  "Is there
something I should know about?  Did Harlen come home last night and not
awaken me also?"

   Hyandai smiled again.  "It was but a dream, beloved, and I am entitled
to keep those within my heart."

   The petite human nodded.  "You are, but it will drive me insane with
curiosity."

   Hyandai cast back her coverlet and slipped her feet from the bed. 
Something poked her in the hip.  She reached down and lifted a foot long
helix of gold, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping open.

   Wendy looked at it.  "What's that?" she asked.

   With a broad smile, Hyandai said, "A gift."
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