While the squeals of your human-woodcutter-turned-dryad-daughter-turned-unicorn-mare having her brains fucked out by a magnificent unicorn stallion with a magically enlarged cock and enhanced stamina fill the night, you focus on the sensations growing stronger in your stomach. The “rewards” of getting your own brains fucked out just moments ago.
It tingles at first, like pins and needles up inside your vagina and womb. Your body is absorbing the stallions’ cum, just as it had Honeys’ earlier today. Back when she had had her own impressive cock to fuck you with. And just like before, you feel magical energies filling you, charging you up. Only this time it’s much, much stronger. You feel drunk on the stallion’s magic-infused semen. It’s too much, you need to release it. You let loose a wave of magic that flows out over the unicorn herd and beyond. Whinnies fill the air as the mares all go into heat at the same time.
Letting the pressure off makes you feel better and the tingling eases, but the feelings of being bloated remain. There is a sudden pain in your guts. Just for a second and then it’s gone. Now that the pins and needles sensation is gone you can feel something inside you. Inside your womb. Oh fuck. You had intended for the herd mares to get pregnant, not yourself. Another sudden pain, and then gone. The thing inside you is small but growing fast in spurts that continue to send sharp jolts through you.
You concentrate your magic on your womb and the pains vanish, but the embryo’s growth only increases. Double fuck. Your spell had been designed to speed up the unicorn’s gestation period by feeding on their natural magics, shorting it down to weeks rather than months, but you hadn’t even considered what would happen if the mother was literally stuffed full of magic spunk.
Your stomach distends at the same time you hear the stallion bellow in climax, filling your daughter’s womb, before moving on to the next eager mare. Your teats swell and lengthen, milk beginning to fill them. The night is filled with the sounds of sex. Your release has set the entire forest alight with lust.
Your stomach continues to swell rapidly, achieving in minutes a size it normally took a unicorn twelve months to reach. Your foal is so large it is a physical weight you can feel pulling you down. You suddenly feel your belly drop and your water breaks. You’re breathing heavily now, straining as your vagina starts to dilate. Oh gods, it’s coming! You desperately wish you’d kept the ability to speak so you could ask Honey for help but it’s too late now. You feel the foal start to breach, it’s tiny legs and head pushing from your body. You grunt as you pass the shoulders and then, with a soft splash, the foal slides out to the grass.
You pant. It’s over, you think. Gods, what an experience. But it’s not over at all. You feel pressure building again. You strain and give one more push – pop. You expel the placenta in a rush of amniotic fluid. There, now it’s done. You turn around and take a look at your new foal. It’s a healthy young colt. You use your teeth and bite through the umbilical cord connecting you still. Climbing unsteadily to his feet the little unicorn nuzzles at your teats, following the scent of your milk. You jump a little when you feel his mouth latch on to you and begin suckling.
Hearing a horsy-scream you turn your head to find Honey going through her own labour. A moment later a new born filly is sucking on her dangling teats. Honey stares at you. You can tell she’s not pleased with how things have turned out. You jerk your head upwards in a shrug. Not my fault, you think. I didn’t plan on getting knocked up by a unicorn.
All around you unicorns are dropping their own foals, while the stallion continues to make his way through the last remaining mares. You have effectively doubled the size of the herd in less than an hour. Sighing, you summon your magic once more and undo your previous spells. A few moments later you are back in your dryad form. Feeling something tugging on your nipple you look down and are shocked to find a baby dryad sucking on your milk-swollen tit. A glance at Honey confirms she’s in the same position.
“Well, fuck,” you say.