Author's Note: This is inspired by all those pictures of Daniel Radcliffe getting it on with a horse for his new play Equus. Seeing those pictures inspired me to write this beautiful piece about a man and his true love.

Disclaimer: I don't any of this, all this stuff is owned by JK Rowling and her people and there is a line used twice, from Die Hard and I don't own that either.

Rating: M


Horny Delight

The wizarding world was in turmoil. Harry and company were under a stress so stressful that they could hardly bear being so stressed-out. We must think of the little pleasures Harry reminded himself as he wandered casually into the forbidden forest. The dark canopy of trees cast a shadow across his now mature face. It was the few little pleasures in his life now that kept him from committing suicide.

His dreams were angry these days and to avoid them he stopped sleeping, instead venturing out into the forest, seemingly alone. There was a peace in the protection of that canopy of leaves. As Harry found a resting spot he thought about all the things a super-stressed-out boy thinks about: Death, The end of the world, Sex, and Horses. Horses had become a new love of his. Whether muggle breeds or magical breeds, something rose in him when he thought about horses and that something was generally his penis. As he sat on the soft forest ground, the cool dirt beneath his fingers, he closed his eyes picturing the strong soft body of the horse of his dreams, it was large muscular and white. As he lay back onto the floor of the forest he gradually began undressing himself in the ecstasy of his own thoughts.

As Harry's hands slid down his suddenly very cut body he shivered in the coolness of the night. In his ears he could hear the soft pat-pat of horse's hooves, the delicate whinny of erotica. He could feel the strong body of the horse beneath him shivering under his selfish fingers. He wanted to be one with the glorious animal.

As Harry writhed on the ground fondling his own unicorn horn and making feverish horse noises in hopes of attracting the glorious animal, a different sleepless creature wandered near.


Draco Malfoy's pet unicorn pulled him ever nearer to the exuberant horse whinnies. Draco, himself, had never been particularly aroused by the sound of a horse before but this time it was different. This soft whinnying was the music of the horse Gods and as he rode atop his birthday gift he felt something within him begin to swell, that something, was his penis.

As the unicorn, Horny, brought Draco nearer, the lovely animal sounds grew louder. Draco, himself, began to emulate them, slowly undressing his pale body as he did so. It was the second he was removing his last article of clothing, his argyle stockings, that Horny brought him to a lovely little clearing, in the dark of the forest plus it was night too, Draco could not see who the lovely being writhing naked on the ground, was. He could simply tell that there was a very naked young horse God down there getting it on with himself and Draco made the decision right then and there to get down there and join in the fun. After all, He had a lot on his mind as well, there were like a billion people he was supposed to kill, they wanted him to wear those really un-stylish deatheater robes, he was struggling with his sexuality, etc.

As the lean blonde haired boy lowered his wiry, but still incredibly toned, six-pack-abs, body to the ground, the "horse-God" (Also known as Harry) Got up on all fours and started trotting around in little joyous circles rearing up and whinnying at the top of his voice. Draco hopped onto Harry's back riding him in those joyous circles and coaxing him on with lovely rounds of "Giddy-up!" and "Yee-ha!" and "Yippy-ki-yay Mother Fucker!"


Harry was in true ecstasy he felt as though he had been transformed into the animal that he so wanted to be. His body seemed to be gliding across the forest in some euphoric realm; he felt the weight of one of his kind lovingly grinding upon his back. It was all so much he felt as though he was about to burst and then, then it happened. One forceful thrust and there was a serious-yet pleasurable-pain in his ass.


Horny had felt left out watching his rider ride another, and even so, with all the crazy whinnying and "Yippy-ki-yay mother fucker!" –ing, he felt oddly turned on. This wasn't fair, Draco was his, not this knew small human-like horse's. All at once he knew what he would have to do to win his master back. He lowered his head to the ground aiming his long phallic-like horn (the one that he had been named for) at his opponent and he thrust as hard as a unicorn could. The scream was crazed and euphoric and as Horny relinquished his horn the imposter-horse-man fell to the ground in sexual shivers with Draco lying on top of him. Horny was about to go fetch his gorgeously naked master when a voice from behind him called out.

"What the hell is going on here?!?!"


A/N: This is a story of love, of passion, of horny unicorns. whether you loved it, it turned you on, or you were disgusted, I'd love to hear your opinion.