Gift of the Unicorn

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Gift of the Unicorn

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Severus knows that there can be nothing more dangerous than the situation he found himself in now. The unicorn, unlike the depictions found in silly muggle fairytales, was a large, broad magical beast with muscles rippling under its surface. The brightly white creature had a golden horn on his head and was currently charging towards Severus in a mad rush.

Severus pulls out his wand and his fingers tremble in fear as he knows the futility of the motion: not only would killing a unicorn put an unfavorable curse on him but the action was extremely difficult to carry out and throughout all the years of Wizardom only two unicorns had every been killed. Desperately Severus begins to cast repellent charms and deterrent wards but what he really wants to do is run, even if he knows that action is futile as well. The creature had him cornered; no where to run and even if he could run he would be overtaken in perhaps half a minute.

As the creature charges closer Severus desperately looks around. Even if he died here on this traitorously bright sunny day, he knows that he must make his sacrifice meaningful. He had to make sure that his death mattered, that Potter was safe. Speaking of the brat… “Run! Run, you fool! Do you want to die as well?”

As the creature zeros in on Severus the lank haired man pushes Potter to the left, to safety. Severus prays to all the Gods of this world that the unicorn doesn’t turn his sites on Potter, and for once his prayers are answered—the unicorn doesn’t even twitch as Potter runs past his peripheral. All of the unicorn’s attention is on Severus.

Once the unicorn finally makes contact with Severus the man can’t help but gasp out in shock and pain at the massive weight of the creature. Severus’ wand drops from his pale hand and the Potions Master prepares to die. As the creature begins to paw and rip off Severus’ clothes, the only thing floating through the man’s head is for Potter to once in his life actually listen to him. He hopes the boy is long gone from the Forbidden Forest by now.

Severus is thrown from hi thoughts when he feels his knees being pressed into the sharp twigs littering the ground. The creature had flipped him over. Severus blinks in shock as he realizes he isn’t dead yet. However, that shock morphs into a different one when Severus feels something poking at his back entrance. In morbid disbelief Severus turns his dark head back, peering behind him to look at the large horse-like creature. Severus mouth opens in both shock and terror as he realizes that the unicorn is attempting to impale him with its golden horn. Frantically Severus tries to escape the creature but it is as if a spell as been cast upon his body—he cannot move.

“Expelliarmus! Protego!” Severus’ shock and fear turns to anger as he realizes that Potter has disobeyed him again and is still very much in the Forbidden Forest.

“Get out, boy! Run!” Severus yells desperately. Per usual Potter ignores him and continues to cast spell after useless spell. The unicorn, who had lifted his head as the spells began to be fired off, lets out a loud, guttural neigh of irritation before charging towards Potter. Severus, who still for some reason is unable to move his body, watches from his hands and knees as Potter falls to the ground, dropping his wand from his hand. The unicorn neighs again before stomping on the fallen wand. Even from the distance Severus can hear the wand snap.

The unicorn lets out another neigh, this one sounding somewhat like smug pleasure before the creature turns it’s back to Potter, using it’s hind legs to sweep dust, leaves, and twigs onto the boy. From the new angle Severus can see the unicorn’s erect penis, the tip bright red and leaky, much larger than any man could possible hope for. If the unicorn didn’t kill him with his horn, he would most definitely kill Severus with that thing.

“Potter, you idiot! Run! Hurry, get Dumbledore!” Potter, for once, finally listens to Severus. The boy drags himself across the ground, away from the mad unicorn. When it is clear that the creature has its sites set back on Severus because the unicorn was making its way back over to the man right now, Potter pulls himself up off the ground, charging headlong out of the clearing. Severus desperately hopes that the boy finds Dumbledore in time though truthfully Severus knows that this hope is useless. He would be…raped? Truthfully he has no idea what the creature has in mind but he knows that there is no way he will survive the encounter.

When the unicorn is behind Severus once more the Potions Master’s body shakes fearfully. He knows that the creature must have placed some type of immobilization spell on him because Severus’ body is not listening to his brain. “Please,” Severus whispers out desperately. The creature ignores him and Severus feels tears raise to his eyes when he feels the slick head of the unicorn’s horn pressed against his entrance, his virgin entrance. Thirty-Five years old, and still a virgin, though perhaps not for long because without any type of warning the creature shoves its golden horn deep into Severus’ arse.

Instantly Severus’ body stiffens and tears fall out of his eyes as he lets out a sharp cry of pain. Severus wishes that the creature would just hurry up and kill him, because anything would be better than this humiliation, this pain. Well, actually after the first thrust there isn’t any kind of pain and Severus brows furrow in confusion. Even in this utterly humiliating, and terrifying situation, Severus’ intellectual brain is trying to figure out why there is no further pain in his arse. When the unicorn pulls its horn out slightly, before pushing back into Severus, the man finally feels the moisture in his anus. The horn must be secreting some kind of liquid that numbs, though perhaps only the feelings of pain as Severus can still feel the pressure of the horn, and the slight pleasure it is bringing. After a few more shallow thrust the unicorn pulls its horn free of Severus’ arse. Severus hopes, prays, pleads with all the Gods he knows, and ones he doesn’t know of, that the unicorn is finished with him. However, all of his prayers are for naught because with rising fear Severus feels the creature mounting him. The weight is nearly suffocating, yet nothing can distract him from the pressure on his arse.

Severus arse hole clenches tight, trying to repel the massive cock of the unicorn. However, the unicorn will have none of that, and to get a better grip on the man the creature throws its front legs over Severus’ shoulders, using the motion to push the man closer to its oozing cock.

“No…no!” Severus screeches out, pain coursing through his body as the creature thrusts his cock balls deep into Severus. Severus cries of pain are muffled by his shallow breathing as the creature’s cock had to be at least fourteen inches long. Even the fluid from the unicorn’s horn couldn’t keep all the pain away from that forceful intrusion and even if there had been no pain the pressure from a cock that big had Severus’ arse clenching tight and throbbing unbearably.

Even without looking Severus knows that the fluid coming from his arse has to be his own blood. Severus’ insides are on fire and his boy is tense though this doesn’t seem to bother the creature. It just neighs long and loud in Severus’ ear before beginning its deep, fast, and desperate thrust into Severus’ once virgin body. Severus is crying in pain, large tears leaking from his eyes though in mounting humiliation Severus’ realizes that his moans of pain are turning into ones of pleasure. There is no way that a cock that big could miss Severus’ prostrate, and at the moment the unicorn is ramming its cock brutally into the tender bundle of nerves, causing the Potions Master’s senses to overload.

“Ah! Oh, fuck…yes!” Severus moans out, balls pulling tight against his body before his cock pulses, jet after jet of his cum coating the leaves beneath him. The unicorn continues to fuck him.

Severus’ arse tightens desperately around the unicorn’s cock, causing his body to twitch into aftershocks of pleasure, though it doesn’t even faze the wild beast. The creature’s thrusts are as measured as the first ones and the dazzling white unicorn doesn’t stop its lunges, though they do get harder, and perhaps a little faster as the creature nears orgasm.

“Please,” Severus gasps out as his spent cock twitches into hardness once more. The creature’s neighs and grunts of pleasure increase in frequency and volume before Severus feels the cock inside of him widen and lengthen, impossibly larger. Severus is sure his prostrate is swollen from the brutal thrusts and his eyes roll into the back of his head due to the intense pleasure. This time when Severus cums the creature follows right behind. The small clearing is filled with moans of pleasure and neighs of triumph, and when Severus’ spent cock goes limp against his leg the dark haired man collapses onto the leaves and sharp twigs of the forest floor.

As Severus sucks in deep lungfuls of air, the unicorn continues to pump its seed deep into Severus’ arse. Severus is too weak to do anything but lie there helplessly, body still twitching from pleasure as minute after minute passes. When the creature finally finishes pumping all of it’s cum deep into Severus it pulls out of the gaping arse hole with a small pop. Severus moans pitifully, however, when the man hears a voice deep in his head all of the breaths his body is making stop in shock.

“Thank you, childe. For the gift of your body so shall I bestow a gift unto you.”

Severus blinks in shock, wondering if he is going crazy or if the creature is actually speaking to him. Severus turns his head, staring at the creature in confusion as it once more lowers its horn to Severus’ now abused arse. Severus gives another blink of shock, his body still twitching from aftershocks of pleasure. However, the twitches in Severus’ body soon turn to ones of pain as he feels as if all of the bones in his body are breaking to only reform in less than half a second. In shock Severus can see all of the hair fall off of his body as well as his yellowed fingernails from years of potion making. The twitches in Severus’ body increase, the pain racking his thin form much more intense than even the pain of the unicorn’s coupling.

“Rest, blessed childe, for you will need it. I will find you once more…rest…” With the sound of the unicorn’s deep voice rumbling in his ear, well actually in his brain, Severus’ body finally succumbs to exhaustion. The potion’s Professor passes out on the forest floor, never seeing the golden mark the unicorn brands to Severus’ lower back, or the departure of the horse-like creature from the now nearly deserted glade.

***

When Severus comes to he blinks in confusion at the white ceiling glaring down at him. “Where…”

“Severus!” Severus blinks again as Albus Dumbledore’s head appears above him. “So glad to see you awake, my dear boy!”

“Where,” Severus licks his dry lips before clearing his parched throat. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital wing, my boy! Now you just relax right there, I’m going to go and get Poppy.”

Quickly Severus grabs ahold of the Headmaster’s bright yellow robe with shining blue stars. “I—in the Forbidden Forest, a unicorn attacked. Is Potter alright?”

Severus can see a look of shock pass over Dumbledore’s face before a sad smile overtakes the Headmaster’s features. “Mr. Potter is quite alright, my boy. What I am more concerned about is your safety.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Headmaster. I am perfectly fine!”

“Severus, my boy…”

“Stop. Just…stop. I don’t want to even begin to think about what happened. That dreaded creature is gone and as thus there is no need to dwell on the event. I shall never see it again and believe me there is nothing you can say to ever get me to step forth into the Forbidden Forest. Ever again.”

“Severus, listen my boy, there is something of grave importance that I must tell you…”

“Oh, I see you’re awake!” Severus turns his head to the sound of the overly chipper voice as he spots Poppy leaving her office with an armful of potions. When she sees Severus bright dark eyes focused on her she smiles brightly before haphazardly dumping the potions on a side table. Severus stares at the woman in shock as she practically skips over to his bed. “Congratulations, Severus.”

Severus blinks. Then blinks again. “Excuse me?”

The woman giggles before brushing back his hair. Hair! Severus had been sure that the dark strands had fell from his head when he was in the forest…but no, he would not think about that. “Don’t be silly, Severus. Though I am happy for you I must say I can’t help but be a little bit jealous…”

“I’m sorry, Poppy. I don’t seem to know what you are talking about.”

The woman doesn’t even skip a beat. Perhaps she hadn’t heard Severus at all. “I must say, the Gift of the Unicorns! Now I understand why people went searching for the creatures. Though as humble as you are I’m sure you’re more happy about the children than about your new looks. Though take it from me, you look much sexier than even Malfoy now!”

Severus blocks out the crazed woman, turning his full attention to Dumbledore. “What is she talking about?” Though Severus wishes to completely ignore the insane woman, even a broken clock is right twice a day.

“Severus, my dear boy…you are with child.”

Severus just stares at Dumbledore, waiting for the punch line in this most horrible joke. None came. “Don’t be utterly preposterous!”

“Severus, I am speaking the truth, my dear boy.”

“You of all people know that I am was a virgin.” Severus can’t help the small wince as he corrects himself. He has to force his clenched hands to relax before he continues, “as such there is no way I could be pregnant. Besides as I am a male I would need the aid of many a potion…”

“Severus, the unicorn has blessed you with its gift.”

“I don’t want to talk about that bloody creature.”

“Severus, in less than half a year’s time you will give birth to a unicorn child.”

Severus stares at Dumbledore for all of two seconds before laughing uncontrollably. Perhaps he is going crazy. “Dumbledore, you know I don’t believe in these inane fairytales that wizards tell their children. The Gift of the Unicorns! Having unicorn babies! Utterly preposterous!”

“Severus, my dear boy, ‘tis true. Have a look in this mirror, my boy, and see the Gift of the Unicorns.”

Grumbling about how insane Hogwarts staff must be going, especially if they believed in tails meant for little children, Severus raises his head up slightly, peering at his reflection in the mirror being held my Albus. All of the breath seems to leave Severus’ chest though he does get out a gasp of horror as he stares into the reflection that most certainly is not him. Severus rises up a trembling hand to touch his face, staring in shock as he realizes that the reflection of the young man has to be him for no one else is residing in the mirror. The pale young man looking back at him is Severus Snape.

Severus eyes grow wide and he stares in growing anger and horror at the changed features staring back at him. Severus looked as young as some of the youth residing in Hogwarts, all of the age lines on his once mature face was gone, and only now did he realize that his voice, which he thought was soft only because of disuse, was actually probably permanently changed! Though Severus most definitely didn’t sound like a girl, his voice wasn’t as deep as he was accustomed to and it angered him. The man’s once pale lips are a bright red, almost as if he had on some horrid lipstick and his eyes are larger than they had ever been with irritatingly long lashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks.

All of the small scars that Severus had sported on his face seemed to have disappeared, causing the man’s skin to appear silky smooth. Severus can’t help but wonder about the other mass of scars littering his body though he is too spellbound by the mirror to even attempt to look. It annoys Severus further as he realizes that his usually greasy hair is as smooth as his new skin and his once hooked nose seems to have repaired itself from all the times it had been broken, sitting straight and proud on his face. Even his sharp features, which he had been extremely proud of, looked softer—more refined. Elegant to some people though all it did was bring bile up in Severus’ throat. Belatedly he understands why Poppy thinks him more attractive than Malfoy and in a surreal kind of moment Severus wonders how the man who has been the leading icon in male beauty will take his new status. Severus Snape Beats Lucius Malfoy as Witch’s Weekly Most Beautiful Wizard. Bloody hell, the wizarding world would have a field day and Severus hopes that the load of newspaper articles flashing through his brain are ones brought about by shock and delirium.

“This, Severus, is the Gift of the Unicorns—the gift of beauty and youth.”

Severus teeth clench in rage but he manages to keep his voice leveled. “And what is the price for this ‘gift’?”

Dumbledore sighs before setting the mirror down, “The use of your body, my boy.”

“Rape. People let themselves be raped so that they can have some stupidly worthless vain gift!”

“No, not that, my boy. The gift that the unicorn left within you. The babies.”

“So it’s true…I’m pregnant?” Severus asks in a slight daze. Dumbledore nods his head and Severus hands tremble before he latches onto a word that the Headmaster had used. “What do you mean babies?”

“Severus, my boy, the unicorns use a witch’s or wizard’s body to birth a baby for them, a baby unicorn that is given to the unicorns after its birth. In exchange the unicorn leaves a baby witch or wizard with the parent. It is said that the unicorns believe this to be a suitable price for letting them keep the child.”

“Are you saying that…that I’m having twins?”

“Right you are my boy!”

Severus stares at Dumbledore in shock before he closes his eyes in resignation. Even if he had wanted to there is no way in which to terminate the pregnancy. Even in a stage so young the babies were probably already protected by his magic.

“I—I wish to be alone. Please.”

Dumbledore nods before motioning to Poppy. Poppy stares at Severus in confusion before she exits the hospital wing with the Headmaster. All Severus can think of is what the bloody hell is he going to do. Of course he’s also thinking about the most painful way in which to kill Potter because if it wasn’t for the idiot boy then Severus wouldn’t even be in this most unfavorable predicament.

Tbc…