Night of the Unicorn Pt. 01

Alice sat in the control tower of the Facility's airdrome, scanning the distant horizon. Behind her, to the west, the sun was lowering in the sky. The regular jungle sounds of a Novo-Brazilian day were starting to transition into night and even through the sound-proof glass, a fresh cacophony of noise was audible.

A small dot appeared in the sky to the north east. Tamara was right on time. As it grew nearer, the private jet banked to gradually align with the runway. The low sunlight winked from its wing as it descended for the return landing.

The speakers crackled. "It's getting late here, do you still need me, boss?" Rebecca's voice came strongly over the connetion.

Alice bend towards the microphone. "Yes, stay on the line. If half of what you just told me is true then I'll be bringing a party over to Greece, but I'd like the rest of the team to hear it directly from you. Tamara is landing now, so we should be ready in ten."

"No problem, Alice. Standing by."

Alice flicked a few switches and spoke again into the microphone before her. "All hands, please report to the Meeting Room." She flicked off the mic, checked herself in the glass and headed down there herself.

Minutes later, all the hands had gathered in the Meeting Room. Generally, it was a break room, but as it came with the largest TV screen in the building it also doubled as their cinema and meeting place. With Becka away in Greece, Lupe who knew where and Tamara just flying in, 'All hands' had in reality translated into...Kat. The big Russian radiated boredom, but to be fair, she always did.

"I suppose you're wondering what this is about, Kat," Alice perched on a table edge, "Miss Knight is currently investigating reports of increased orgone levels on Kofos, one of the Aegean islands. These types of readings have previously only been found in one other place on the planet."

"Here?" asked Kat.

"Spot on," replied Alice, "Now, also the reports spoke of a dark and terrifying creature."

"Lupe?" asked Kat.

Alice shot the Russian a look. Kat was smart enough to shut up. "Some kind of flaming horse that was terrorizing local villages and their womenfolk. Rebecca went over to see what she could find out and I've got her on the line."

Alice flicked on the desktop microphone and speakers. Rebecca's face appeared slightly pixelated on the screen behind. "Rebecca, can you hear us?"

"Receiving you."

"Can you fill us in please, Miss Knight?"

Becka's voice crackled slightly over the speakers. "Naturally. You're not going to believe this, but I've spoken to a couple of the village locals who witnessed this large creature running through the streets. They also swear that it had a horn on."

"You mean that this horse was, physically aroused?"

"No, I mean that the horse actually had a horn on its head."

"What are you saying?"

"They're saying that this thing was, well, I guess it is, a unicorn."

Kat covered the mic and faced Alice. Her face did 'incredulous' very well, "I think the sexy yoga, it turn her mind to mush."

Alice batted the Russian's hand away from the mic, "Are you sure?" asked Alice.

"They say that it has appeared twice during the night in the past week. In each case, a young lady was the target. Both of whom were prominent in the local Catholic church. On that basis it also seems to target virtuous young ladies."

"We may be in trouble then," Alice replied. "Are you saying that we need to find a virgin in order to get close to it?"

"It appears that way, boss."

Alice performed a rapid mental stock-take. Kat, Rebecca, herself. No deal. She had seen the others 'in action', as it were, usually while whole-heartedly engaging in similar actions herself. She was a long way off from being a virgin, she noted ruefully, a long, long way off, both in time elapsed and in the number of, heh, incidents.

Tamara entered the Meeting Room, still wearing her flight uniform. She glanced around, smiling brightly, "Howdy, y'all."

Alice grinned, "Tamara! Good timing!"

**********

Alice sat behind Tamara as she piloted the jet, with Kat sitting to Alice's right.

"Now, let me get this arrow straight," Tamara spoke ahead, focused on her instrumentation. She sounded pissed, "You want me to act as bait for a super horny, supernatural horse?"

"You are the best qualified here," replied Alice, "the rest of us are not exactly in 'mint condition', so to speak."

"This is nonsense," replied Tamara, "We've only got Lady Midnight's word to go on and she's probably inhaled way too many patchouli fumes."

"That what I say," added Kat.

"Both of you listen. She's reporting stratospheric orgone levels around this village, which is also the reason why we're here in Novo Brazilia."

"Does anyone actually know what 'orgone' is?" asked Tamara.

Alice was nonplussed. "Not really, but I know myself and I know when something is making me horny. Now, something out here around the mountain is making everyone and everything constantly horny. Can we agree on that at least?"

Kat and Tamara nodded.

"Now, imagine if we can find the cause of it. Imagine, if we could help loveless couples rediscover their lost desires. Imagine how many wars we could stop if we can help love conquer all, how much happiness we could spread. More importantly, imagine how much people will pay for this! And so, if we can investigate this incident, we might find a clue to help us understand what's happening around our base, because we've all just agreed that something is definitely up."

"Da, horse's-cock," grunted Kat. Alice shot her bodyguard a warning look, "As usual, Miss Igonova, not helping."

Tamara's gaze stayed locked on the horizon, "Say I do this. You'll protect me?"

Alice nodded, "Trust me dear, we'll step in and capture any nasty creatures before things get ugly."

Kat patted at her shoulder holster, "Enough tranqs in here to stop horny Russian bear."

"And how would you know that?" questioned Tamara.

"Field tested," Kat shot back, shrugging, "when it attacked me, I wasn't in mood."

*********

Half a day later they approached Kofos International airport. From above, the island appeared to be a fertile green gem set amid the sparkling Aegean sea. Tamara guided them to a smooth landing and once formalities had been completed, they hopped into a private taxi.

Lady Midnight had indicated that she would be sitting on the terrace of 'Aenaon', a high-class taverna with a panoramic view of the crystal blue waters. Tamara spotted her first. Becka was dressed for the climate, in a purple halter top, cut-off shorts, massive sun-glasses and a stylish wide-brimmed straw hat.

A young blond girl dressed in a local style was already seated at Becka's table, whom Tamara didn't recognize. She assumed the girl was a local Greek maiden; she wore her hair scraped back into a pony-tail and was dressed in an uncomplicated white blouse, cream shorts and leather anklet boots.

Rebecca acknowledged the party with her wine glass as they approached and indicated them to take a seat. Tamara wondered how many glasses she was up to.

She took a seat next to the blond stranger, with Kat sitting alongside her, then Alice and Becka. Becka nodded a welcome, "I didn't realize you were bringing the whole crew. Who's looking after the Facility?"

"Lupe," Tamara answered. Becka smiled in recognition, "I'm sure she'll have enough to keep her hands full."

"And the rest of her," Tamara couldn't help answering, noting that Idalia was listening patiently to the conversation.

Becka nodded, "She doesn't say much does she? But that's because her mouth is usually occupied."

Alice smirked, "Impressive report, it sounds like I don't have anything to worry about."

Becka raised an eyebrow, "She's been invaluable in keeping the Menagerie under control, but let's just say that you have to see her to believe her. She can be very- accommodating."

"Indeed? Then I really must pay her a visit soon."

Tamara noticed that the stranger was smiling in bafflement at the direction of the discussion. "Hi Sugah" Tamara smiled at the blond and addressed Becka, "Maybe you can introduce us?"

Becka blushed, "Of course, where are my manners? Ladies, can I introduce you to Miss Idalia Galanis. She's an eyewitness to the recent issues."

A waiter bustled over. He nodded familiarly to Idalia and then approached Becka to take the orders from the table. "Retsina all round," Becka ordered, "On ice." The man bowed slightly and withdrew to the bar.

"You already have him well-trained I see," Alice raised her eyebrow in question at the young girl, "So you must work here, Idalia?"

"I sure do, I'm waiting tables. Well, for this summer anyway. The money is good and the customers come from all over. It's fun!"

"So, lately I hear that there have been stories of a giant black horse."

The blond nodded, "It's way more than just a story, Miss."

"How big was it?"

The girl held her hands about 2 feet apart.

"That's a pretty tiny horse?"

Idalia blushed, "My apologies, I thought you spoke only of the creature's member."

Tamara winced as Becka grinned, "From what Idalia's told me, it was a very close encounter, of the furred kind."

"So you, er, saw it all?" spoke Alice.

"Oh yes," the girl nodded, "although it was quite dark at the time."

"And you're sure that it wasn't just a wild horse? It might not have had a horn?"

Idalia leaned over to Alice, "Let me ask you a question. Does horse have wings?"

"Wings?"

Kat leaned forward, "I gotta see this thing."

"That can be arranged," replied Idalia, "We'll need to be ready for sundown but I know just how to bring it running."

"Sugah cubes?" asked Tamara.

"You joke, but this thing certainly has specific tastes," Idalia spoke as she pushed her chair back, "Excuse me a moment, I need to pee." She put down her glass and wandered into the taverna. Kat wrinkled her nose in thought, "I like her. She talks straight. Like me."

Tamara leaned over the table to whisper to Becka, "Who is this girl?"

"Cute, huh? I think she has something to do with this unicorn appearing, but I'm not sure how. I sense that she dabbles in the magickal arts and as for her orgone ratings, well they nearly broke my meter. My nipples were like bottle corks almost as soon as we were introduced."

"Hold on! Your orgone meter is, just, your little ole nipples!?" Tamara exclaimed.

Bec casually took another sip of wine, "Hey, it works for me," she drawled.

The waiter returned, handing a glass of milky white liquor to each of the guests. Alice took a hearty swig of hers before fixing Becka with a piercing look, "Enough with the 'hunches' and the 'senses', have you seen any physical evidence?"

"I've seen a burnt house, apparently the fire started last night when this 'creature' galloped past. The girl has shown me some torn clothing, again, ripped by the 'creature'."

"So the answer is 'no' then. How do we even know if this thing is real?" asked Alice, exasperated.

"I trust Idalia, but I guess we'll find out for sure tonight," smiled Becka, raising her glass, "Right, Tamara?"

Tamara reached for her glass and drained it in one.

*********

Dusk was falling as Idalia led the group into a natural amphitheater, a sunken grassy bowl surrounded by lemon trees. At the center was a recumbent flat stone, possibly a natural altar or place of worship. One side of the arena was cut off by a steep rocky cliff face, within which was a dark crack. It looked big enough to enter on foot, but it led who knew where?

Tamara shivered as she walked cautiously into the exposed bowl. She could see plenty of hiding places that anyone or anything could be watching them from.

"It was here," Idalia indicated the clearing.

"And where were you?" asked Alice.

Idalia indicated the rock. "I was just lying here."

Alice studied the local girl curiously. "Right. And you usually just lie about on a rocky slab in the middle of the night, waiting for a mythical creature to appear?"

Idalia shook her head, "It is complicated."

"Try us," smiled Tamara, eager to learn more about the situation while desperately hoping that Idalia would turn out to be a crazy person. She didn't have to be fully bat-shit insane, but some minor loopiness might be enough to get her out of playing bait.

Idalia nodded, "Here goes then. This place is known as "Aphrodite's Womb" local tales tell of this being a place of worship back in the time of the old Gods. They say that anyone who has a 'spiritual moment' on her altar, shall shortly afterward meet the love of their life."

Alice nodded, "So you were fiddling with yourself in the dark on a magic stone. Got it. And when did you notice the creature?"

"I heard a noise and froze. I could hear breathing of a large creature nearby but I could see nothing. Then I felt something rough and warm between my thighs. This thing was licking me. I could see an ivory spire framed against the moon, attached to a head. A dark stallion's head," Idalia shuddered in remembrance. "It was...magnificent."

Rebecca stepped in, "And then you, um, made love to this creature?"

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" Idalia shook her head indignantly, "I give him blow-job. That also was, magnificent."

"Interesting," mused Becka, "so maybe the creature was attracted to your scent when you were lying out on the rock. Can I ask, Miss Galanis, whether you are a virgin?"

The younger girl huffed angrily, "Naturally, I am pure woman."

Alice stepped in, "And afterward? What happened then?"

Idalia shook her head, "It still was not satisfied, it wanted to do more with me. I ran. It chased me, but I lost it in the woods. Later on, I see fire on the horizon. Mrs Zanopolis, she say the creature gallop though the village, snorting flames." She looked glum, "They lose three houses, all because I prayed for a sexy boy-friend."

"It sounds like we need to find a way to stop this thing" Becka said, eyeing Tamara, "now that we know what you need to do to attract it."

Tamara backed off, "You want me to lie over there and then- Oh no. This thing sounds highly dangerous."

"We'll be here watching."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

Becka looked to Alice for support. Alice nodded, "We have come all this way to study it and possibly capture it if we can."

Kat hefted her dart gun, "If it gets frisky, I will shoot."

"I'm worried about it shooting first, so you'd better be quick," Tamara replied, dryly.

The light was fading. Alice indicated a nearby thicket. "We'll conceal ourselves in here." To Kat, "Reckon you're in range?"

Kat nodded, "Easy."

Alice indicated the stone to Tamara, "You go and get comfortable over there. I have an idea what you can think about." She leaned in to Tamara and whispered into her ear. The freckled pilot blushed and nodded, "Okay," she replied, "Wish me luck."

Alice planted a firm kiss on her cheek, "Good luck."

Tamara pasted on a confident smile and strode over to the stone dais as the others found positions amid the undergrowth.

The outline of the stone grew as she neared. The flattish surface was around the height of her thighs, and she carefully eased her butt down to sit upon it. It was warmer than she'd expected, the residual heat of the day's sun, she supposed.

As she settled on to it, she realized that it had a concave dip in the middle and was coated in a thick layer of moss that supported her. All in all it was pretty comfortable, as least, as far as solid rock went. A noticeable bump rose up from the stone between her thighs, curving upward and outward like a rounded phallus.

She laid back, eyes searching the night air above. There was a crescent moon that gave some light, but the sky here was so clear that she could see countless stars dotting the heavens. It was so pretty, she could almost fall asleep. The breeze rustling gently through surrounding tree branches was like a softly murmuring lover. Her eyes felt heavy and she closed her lids for a second.

A bush nearby coughed. Tamara jolted awake again. That's right, there was work to be done! She wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but it was definitely darker than before. Hopefully her colleagues nearby could now see enough of her, but not too much.

The breeze caressed against her skin. It had been a while since she had been naked outdoors, in fact the last time had been in the cave after the plane crash. She felt so much more sexually awake since that time, being both aware of her own needs and the desires of the others in her party.

Tamara reached up her right hand to caress across her cheek, moving it down to stroke her own neck. She teased her own breast with her finger-tips, feeling her nipple harden. Yes. Her left hand joined in, massaging both of her soft breasts under her blouse. She reached around and unclipped her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, but keeping her blouse in place. Her pert nipples poked into the soft silk of her shirt and she used the sleek material to further buff against them, until they were straining up to the twinkling heavens.

The Aviatrix experienced the familiar feeling of her lust rising within. The thought of her friends nearby in the darkness, watching and waiting, excited her much more than she had imagined it would. She wondered if anyone else was lurking out there, watching her from the darkness. Maybe she was turning into an exhibitionist as well as a voyeur.

Tamara grabbed the front and back of her thong, pulling the material back and forth, up and down, so that it bit into her puffy peach, teasing herself all the while.

It felt so good. She knew how wet she was inside, so it was time to expose herself to the elements. She yanked the indigo rubber thong down and off, allowing her to spread her generous thighs wider.

A cool zephyr wind breathed against her internal heat. Tamara shuffled down a little, feeling the solid stone pressing into her labia. It was angled in such a way that she could slide onto the stone shaft a short way, at which point her clit would bump up against the rocky base. Her thighs began to work almost involuntarily and a low moan escaped her. A giggle came from the bushes, which pulled her back into the real world. "Quit being' ugly," Tamara hissed.

Tamara paused for a second, remembering why she was here. She strained her eyes to scan the area around her. Not a stir. She focused on the crack in the cliff-face, but there was no movement there either. She shivered. Idalia's tale was pretty unbelievable, but what exactly would they find here? She hoped against hope that it would be a wild goose chase. Or in this case, a wild unicorn chase.

She closed her eyes and began riding Aphrodite's stone once more. The residual warmth of the sun was now warming her from the inside. She imagined how many other young girls had pleasured themselves in exactly this way over the ages of past millenia. No wonder this rock phallus was worn so smooth.

The heated stone almost felt alive. She imagined a hunky guy lying beneath her, muscled with strong arms, sparkling brown eyes and tousled dark hair. His cock was rock-hard and he cupped her breasts from behind, as he slid inside to fill her waiting cargo bay. Tamara held her own breasts as she imagined the encounter, her breathing increasing as she felt her passion rising inside of her. She could feel his body under hers, his powerful muscles, his furry chest, his wagging tail. Wait! What? Tail?

Her fantasy guy had somehow morphed into Tiny, the familiar werewolf. She felt an illicit thrill ripple through her body. What if she was to ride atop Tiny? How would he feel inside of her?

He certainly had continued to be friendly to her, offering her a friendly lick when his pack had visited the Facility with Lupe. The last time she'd seen him, she had almost been tempted to recreate that time in the cave. She vowed to herself that if she ever got the wolf alone, she would see if her feelings of affection were reciprocated.