"Um..." Sara looked at me, then looked into the patient blue eyes of her handsome new anthro animal friend. "Can you leave us alone for a little bit?"
I didn't need to ask why. From the way Sara's cheeks were blushing deep red and the unicorn's amorous smile, it was plain to anybody they wanted some quality time together. Alone. In private.
"Sure thing, cuz." I made my way towards the door and went to shut it. I popped my head around the corner for one last look at Sara and chuckled. "I thought you weren't a furry?"
She shot me a mortified nervous grin and blushed deeper. "Shut up." She winked and then waved me off.
I closed the door, heard shuffling in the room, and the lock clicked deftly. I chuckled again and began to descend the staircase to the kitchen.
* * *
Sara stood with her back to the door, breathing heavily. The gorgeous white anthro unicorn on her bed blinked softly and smiled.
"God." Sara burst into tears. "You're really real. I've imagined a creature like you my entire life, and now here you are."
The unicorn sat up and stood, his tail swaying behind him as he walked towards Sara with graceful steps on his hooves. He stood before her, looking down on the usually tall young woman and staring into her wet eyes.
Sara felt small for the first time in a long time, and yet, she felt safe with the beautiful creature before her. "You're so handsome..." She whispered. "So strong." She ran her soft feminine hand over his rock hard pecs and gulped.
The unicorn looked over her own body and smiled wider. "As you're so lovely and delicate." He said sweetly, raising one of his fingers to wipe away her overjoyed tears.
"Did it hurt?" She asked, putting both hands on his sides, pulling him closer.
"My change?" He smiled. "Not at all. Quite the opposite, my lady, it felt incredible. Imagine, a lifeless plaything growing forth into... this." He waved his hands over his form for emphasis. "No, I only felt pleasure the entire time. Tingling and warm."
Sara blushed deeper now. "Do you... remember before?"
The unicorn considered this distantly and then a deeper more lustful smile overtook his thick equine lips. "Yes, my lady. I remember everything before." He chuckled softly at the memories, now understanding her... excitement.
Sara shared the same flashback for a moment. A bored 14 year old girl fantasizing while snuggling the former plush toy. Her picking up the unicorn and staring at it longingly, imagining it to be her beautiful equine boyfriend, taking her under a tree in the soft grass of a rolling meadow. Lowering the toy to her developing breasts, further, losing herself to the fantasy as she used her toy's hard plastic horn to pleasure herself, imagining it to be a huge equine cock. Penetrating herself for the first time with her little friend. Continuing with new and more elaborate fantasies as she grew older. She looked into his eyes shamefully and blushed even more.
But the unicorn held her chin up high and locked his eyes with hers. "I'm yours, my lady." He said with deep conviction. "I'm still your toy, to do with as you desire. Yours always, mind, body, and soul. You may continue to do with me as you desire, and I obey willingly, your humble servant."
Sara felt as if her legs might melt and she quivered with lust. Here was her fantasy - her impossible sexual fantasy - standing before her and offering himself up as a plaything. A slave to be used as she wanted.
She eyed his horsey package and then locked with his eyes, no longer able to resist. Wanting to plunge into the primal pleasure of fucking an animal. Her animal. To hell with the world and its conception of what was right.
"My beautiful animal..." Sara began almost breathlessly, holding her body against his firm manly physique. "I would be most honoured if you would..."