Peaceful Serene (Open)

Had there ever been a lovelier sight? Her skin shown so sensually. Her curves gracefully blending into the waterline. Her youthful face looking as delicious as her womanly body. To Zoran, this was the picture-perfect moment.

Zoran did enjoy watching the girls bathe, especially the virginal ones and by now, he knew the status of their virginity just by looking at them. He was concealed behind the spotty foliage of the rare trees that surrounded the lake. It did seem to be a popular spot for the pretty (and not-so-pretty) girls to bathe, probably because of the privacy that the surrounding trees provided. Privacy his equine ass! Zoran's life mission was to breach every level of every man's and woman's personal privacy. Zoran had a lot of other life missions, and they were all equally vulgar. Of course, if he were caught, he would play the innocence card, which worked every time like a charm. Who would suspect a holy unicorn of lewd thoughts?

The peeping tom sighed with disappointment as the maiden pulled on dry clothes. He had rather hoped that she would have lay naked on the grass for awhile, but he supposed it wouldn't be long before he took off her clothes anyway. Why most two-legged people thought clothes were so necessary was beyond him, but it was sort of fun to tear their clothes off before he had his way with them. It presented more of a challenge.

The maiden appeared to have fallen asleep and it was then that Zoran made his move. Moving from his hiding place, he cantered out onto the lawn and paraded around, whinnying, tossing his mane, brandishing his horn and otherwise acting like a flamboyant colt.

Once he had determined that he had shown off satisfactorily, Zoran cantered back to the girl, tossing his mane and looking at her with his big, blue eyes through is satin, white mane. He was every girl's dream come to life and he knew it. He also knew that he would be fulfilling another dream they may or may not have known they had after he had gained their trust. It was almost easy enough to be boring, except he never got bored.

"Are you a princess?" He asked, in his silvery voice. "Forgive me, fair maid, but you look as beautiful as a daughter of a crown."

He lowered his head to his knee as he sank into a bow, before rising, throwing his head back with more force than was necessary. His alabaster mane flew everywhere. "Oh, silly me!" Zoran explained, going slightly cross-eyed as he peered through his own forelock, giving him a tousled appearance. "Now my mane is askew. Perhaps you would like to brush it for me, dear one?"

Zoran laughed, a sound like the purest water rushing over a riverbed made up of precious gems. It was not an unkind laugh and it sounded beautiful. The unicorn was physically, total perfection, and there was nothing ugly about him, at least, about his outside appearance.

"Where did you hear that, dear one?" He asked, taking the opportunity to close the distance between them with a few steps. "Of course all unicorns are not female." He said, with a smile. "How would we produce little foals? They're so cute. Have you ever seen one?"

He enticing blush did not escape his notice. Blushing virgins encouraged him more than the shameless virgins. It meant he had something to take and add to his collection of innocence that he carried with him, that he fed off of.

"Now, I heard a nasty rumor that all nymphs are female. You are a nymph, aren't you? You're certainly pretty enough."

Zoran smiled a unicorn's a smile: a slight upward curl of his lips as he neared her, shaking his head, so that his the satin coat on his crest and neck glimmered in the sunlight. He was a beautiful sight to behold, he knew it and he was always prepared to capitalize on it.

"Now, I wouldn't degrade yourself to an 'average human girl'. Average human girls can be very pretty, you do." He winked at her, cheekily. It wasn't the creepy, sex-crazed wink that old men flashed at prostitutes in pubs, but a playful, carefree grin. Zoran knew how to playact like a professional player in the finest playhouses in all of Speirling.

"Please do." He purred, with another shake of his glorious, admittedly messy, silvre mane and forelock. "In fact, why don't you brush it? It needs a good grooming. I'll even lie down so you can reach it better." He carefully knelt on the ground and lowered himself to a non-threatening position, his legs curled under him. "You'll have to come...a little closer."

"But I'm already all comfy here and everything!" The unicorn whined, and it was true, he was seated very comfortably on the cushy grass, watered by the nearby lake, and now she was demanding that he had to stand under a tree, that would most likely drop the sap-covered remains of dried-up fruits on his flawless coat. But what the virgin wanted, the virgin got.

"Fiiiinnneeee...." He finally relented, pulling himself to his feet and strolling over to the tree she was climbing, presenting his crest for her to groom. "But your groom's skills had better be worth it." He grumbled.

"So do I have the honor of knowing the name of the beautiful maiden who is entwining her fingers in my mane?" He said, feeling the need for some light conversation. He didn't want to stand there in awkward silence, but he could do it, if he had no other choice.

Zoran blinked and felt his entire body deflate; all of the tension he had carrying melting like wax set to a candle. The feeling of a maiden's fingers winding through his mane was enough to make any unicorn turn to jelly. This was what all unicorns existed and lived for and Zoran was no exception. In a state of total relaxation, he let out a sneeze that sounded like that of any horse, swishing his tail contentedly.

"Zzzoran." He purred, his eyes heavily lidded.

"What's that? A mite?" He scoffed. He wouldn't be caught dead with bugs on him. "Nasty little buggers...literally!" He then took time to giggle at his own joke.

And then she just up and left, running after her critters. Well, that was weird. Shaking his head in an attempt to bring himself back to his former state of attention. Dragging his feet out from under the grove of three trees, Zoran lumbered into the open, and that was when he saw the tornado. His eyes widened.

Spinning around on his haunches, he sped towards the girl, Faye, catching up with her in seconds. Kneeling down to where she had fallen, he prepared to do something he did for very few people.

"Climb on my back, darling."