Chapter 1
Malvais Roche was the last of the Roches, a small pureblood family who made their living by hunting unicorns. They were never as powerful or rich as the Blacks or Malfoys, but they were well regarded as the finest unicorn hunters in the world. That is until the Wizengamot ratified the ‘Unicorn Protection Act’, making their primary source of income and family pride totally illegal. Of course, most of his family had believed they were above such a petty law. Unfortunately, they were proved wrong over and over again.
Now Malvais Roche was the only Roche left who wasn’t imprisoned, constantly drunk, or dead. The reason for this was that Malvais was creative and willing to adapt. Unwilling to leave his family legacy behind, he had closely examined every byproduct possible to extract from unicorns. Blood and meat were cursed. Horns, hooves, and hair could be traded- but their collection was strictly controlled by government agencies. No room for the freedom Malvais wanted. Waste products like piss and shit contained no unique magical properties (though even if they had, Malvais could hardly have lowered himself to that level). And only through this thought process did he arrive at his answer: unicorn cum.
No one had thought to try and harvest that, and so there were no regulations. And so Malvais Roche became the world’s only supplier, though he kept his identity and his methods secret. Turns out that unicorn cum had fantastic magical healing properties. But if anyone ever found out how Malvais collected the stuff, he would be in Azkaban faster than lightning.
Because Malvais Roche was a very bad man. Unicorns were smart enough creatures that they wouldn’t stick their dicks in just anything- but it was possible to entice them to fuck something other than another unicorn. They primarily identified wizards by the traces of magic that wand use left, and they wouldn’t approach any humans but the purest virgins. Malvais had been ecstatic when he realized: unicorns were fond of children. They had no interest in muggle children, as those lacked any magic to calm the beasts. But unicorns were known to let young magical children pet, and sometimes even ride them. Malvais thought that- given the right stimulation- unicorns might not object to fucking them. Malvais, who enjoyed fucking young boys himself, was willing to test the idea. And he had been right.
As he had done many times before, he met one of his like-minded friends on the Obliviation squad. When the man got called to wipe the minds of a suitable muggleborn’s parents, he would make sure to put the parents into a deep state of sleep for the night. Then he would drug the boy and contact Malvais. Malvais pulled up to the country home where his newest victim lived. He hated the muggle methods his job required: muggle drugs to keep the kid unconscious, muggle transportation to deliver the boy to the unicorn mating grounds. But unicorns were hypersensitive to wand-based magic, and they would feel the traces of a stunner or apparition all too strongly. Any magic cast directly on the boy had to be limited, or it might scare the unicorns away.
His friend was waiting at the door, the drugged boy slung over his shoulder- though still completely dressed and unmolested. That was the deal after all. The obliviator would obtain the kid and hold off on any sexual contact. In turn, Malvais would give the man a cut of his profits, and return the boy with a gaping, perfectly fuckable hole. Then they would be free to commit all manner of depravities for the rest of the night.
The muggleborn was a pretty boy, small for his age with pale skin and a thin frame. Malvais couldn’t wait to see him mounted and ruined by a unicorn’s cock. Sadly, he couldn’t even enjoy the fantasy beforehand. Both he and his friend were forced to wear amulets which would keep them from becoming aroused while handling the boy. Or else the sexual intent would reflect in both men’s magic, and traces of both men’s desire would linger on their victim. Perhaps that wouldn’t be enough to scare away unicorns most of the time, but any sign of impurity would ruin any chance of a unicorn falling for the illusion.
Malvais carried the drugged boy to his van. There he cut every stitch of clothing off the kid, leaving him completely bare. He allowed himself to take in the image of the muggleborn, delicate and vulnerable, the cold night air raising goosebumps on bare limbs and pebbling the kid’s nipples. He might not be able to properly enjoy it, but he would definitely be revisiting the memory later.
The back of the van was rigged with a special seat, perfectly molded for the boys it was made for. Malvais strapped the boy into position. Padded restraints, designed to cause the least amount of unexplainable bruising would keep the boy bent into a fuckable position: head and chest lowered, legs spread wide, and ass raised. Malvais loved the design. The boy’s tight, virgin hole was on full display and his small dick and balls would dangle and bounce charmingly with the motion of the van. Not that he could play with those yet, but it was a tempting sight.
Before he could depart, he had to begin the preparations. Through trial and error, Malvais had discovered that virginity was about contact and intent. The amulet removed intent from the equation. Even the sight of the boy bare and spread for the taking failed to arouse the usual lust in the wizard. The trickiest problem had been figuring out how to prepare a kid’s virgin hole to take a cock the size of a grown man’s forearm, considering that he couldn’t make any physical contact with the tightly clenched hole. He had needed more creative thinking for that.
Arranged carefully on the floor of the van were three cauldrons. Picking up a large syringe, he took a vial’s worth of liquid from the first cauldron. It contained a cleansing that would remove any filth and help rid the muggleborn of a normal human’s scent. He fixed a narrow rubber plug to the end, coated it in lube, then pressed it hard against the virgin hole. Even that small of a plug was a struggle to force inside the boy. The muscle finally gave way with an audible squelch and Malvais filled the boy’s entrance with the cleansing fluid. Leaving the rubber plug in place, he removed the syringe from its connection and continued to add cleansing solution to the boy’s passage until it began to leak out around the narrow plug. The boy’s insides were still too narrow to allow the thick liquid very far inside him, but at least the first section would be clean.
Malvais calmly dug at the plug with the tip of the syringe until it slid free. Thankfully, the floor of the van was enchanted to vanish any messes, so the gush of liquid from inside the boy disappeared as soon as it hit the ground. Then Malvais turned towards the second cauldron. This one held a mixture of lube, muscle relaxant, and healing potion. It would help the boy’s insides tolerate the rapid changes he had planned. Using a slightly larger plug, Malvais repeated the procedure.
Then he retrieved his finest creation. He had solved the problem of stretching a virgin hole open with a magical tool. The specially designed colon snake was one of his favorite objects. In a dormant state, the metal was slimmer than his index finger, and half as long. At the base was a barely noticeable budge which functioned as a plug to keep it lodged in place. The subtle magics imbued in the metal would be undetectable to a unicorn. And, as he had carefully worked the enchantments on the object with his sexual intentions magically nullified, the results of its use wouldn’t technically count as a loss of virginity. No matter how ruined the boy’s hole became afterwards.
The little hole, after being stretched by small plugs and filled with lube, accepted the thin metal instrument easily. Malvais fixed his snake deeply in place using a strip of sticky muggle tape, then settled in for a long drive. It was four hours until the nearest unicorn preserve. Plenty of time for the boy’s tight ass to adapt to its new shape.
After an hour, Malvais allowed himself to pull over and check on the bound muggleborn. He delicately peeled away the tape. Despite the work of the healing solution, the hole was swollen and pink around the expanded base of the metal, now over two inches wide. From his previous experience, Malvais knew that meant the tip of the snake was now fourteen inches inside the boy’s passage. He watched the spectacle impassively.
The enchanted colon snake didn’t just grow, it writhed, churning the boy’s insides as it prepared the kid to take the massive cock of a unicorn. Even drugged into unconsciousness, the small boy was twitching and trembling at the sensation. Malvais figured that the kid’s untouched prostate was getting a thorough pummeling by the tool. The drugs he used didn’t leave the boy’s cock capable of getting hard, but the glisten of the leather seat told Malvais that the stimulation had already forced one orgasm from him. Not that there would be another, as the colon snake grew another foot inside the boy, any possible pleasure would turn to pain. Not that it would matter. The boy’s insides were just going to have to adapt to a new shape tonight.
Satisfied, Malvais reapplied the tape and began to drive.