Unicorns Pooping Rainbows Novels & Stories

Though when the time came for Blackie to provide an answer, what he said was: “Must be the rainbow unicorn.” That answer didn’t make Noah any less confused, “Why is a rainbow unicorn considered gay?” “…you are right, when compared with your second choice of a pink flamingo, the rainbow unicorn is definitely not gay.” “It’s not my fault that those were the biggest two floats in the store!! If you ask me, I would have preferred to ride a dragon!” Blackie: Bigger is better, is it? Hehe, I’ll pass that on to the higher-ups, they can definitely arrange for you to ride a dragon in the future. 👍

She then reached the other side, as she was irradiated by the sunlight, awe was written all over her face. Everything that was out of the world was in front of her eyes. Dancing fire, flying dragons, elves, minotaurs, fauns, Pegasus, and many more creatures she cannot name. Her expression changed when her eyes darted a white unicorn. "Silly how they even spared such creature," She frowned,-- where kids love so much that they could die just for one. The place looked like a marketplace. Bizarre tents and under it were a bunch of barrels full of products with their sellers.

Queen Ursa has given me the magic of the unicorns and I shall use that magic in the upcoming battles and adventures that lie beneath this great cave. Queen Ursa leads us into the cave and the world around us turns black. On the cave ceiling are little insects that twinkle and blink like the night sky. The cave creatures that twinkle and shine are poisonous worms that if consumed will make any living creature man or magical go insane. If I collect some of these specimens and give it to Maximus I suspect he will no longer be of sound mind and will not be able to become the next chieftain. "Are you thinking of collecting the worms child," Ursa of the unicorns asks me as she trots along?

This was about us. ‘I am fifty-one. It is still young for our kind. I love flying but especially at night because the moonlight makes us stronger. I eat leaves and berries. My favorite are goldenberries which his Majesty makes sure our family gets plenty of. I do not have fears but do not like snakes. Unicorns have our own magic. Did you know that?” Gasps came from all around. I looked at my mates, trying to figure out what they were all gasping for.

She asks. “Yes. What do I have to do?” She steps back. “Just accept what I freely give to you.” She says before putting the end of her horn against the middle of my forehead. Instantly, I begin to see images, flashes of a life. Hundreds of unicorns running through the forests. A flourishing life that suddenly changes when humans begin hunting them for the magic in their horns. I see images of slain unicorns, their horns cut off mercilessly, some animals still alive, dying slowly as they bleed out from their wounds. The images switch and now the unicorns are hiding, running from the hunters. I see a unicorn, as beautiful as Lucero leaning toward me. “Run to the Fae King. He will protect you.

I recognized it, and I stopped running to look as soon as it hit me. Expecting the moving shadows, I saw nothing at first. My head hung as I caught my breath and set my thoughts straight. It was probably my imagination. It had to be; I didn’t know what could possibly be causing the smell. I turned around and got ready to move when I glimpsed a dim glow ahead of me—a body moving, but not a shadow. No, it was as pale as the moonlight, its body reflecting the light like a phantom drifting through the forest, graceful steps seemingly without pause. The closer I came to it, the more I made out what it was: an animal with an equine body and a long sloping neck, a beautiful silver mane that shimmer

My blood thrummed in my ears as all of me screamed to go back, but I couldn't ignore that helpless cry. I went deeper until it became hard for the moon to pierce through, and in the distance before me stood a unicorn. One of the most sought creatures, rare is the Elixir, which grants wishes. Perhaps, did the unicorn grant wishes too? It cried out again, and I realized its horn was somehow caught in vines and thorns. I took slow steps, “Completely fine. I mean no harm.” I said slowly, “Just to flee you.” The unicorn didn't budge, didn't show signs of fear as I got closer, nor did it show any signs of fear when I tugged its horn free.

Nothing in the legends or myths he knew had ever mentioned talking unicorns. The unicorn's nostrils flared. Fenryn couldn't tell if it was angry at him, or if the creature was simply showing its annoyance. After a moment the unicorn's head tossed gracefully from side to side and it let out a little laughter. The sound reminded Fenryn more of a horse that he dared to admit to the beast.

Forty Seven: POV Anne: The forest spirits didn't just clear a path for us; they provided an escort. When the brush parted, it wasn't a horse or a carriage waiting for us. Standing in the dappled sunlight was a creature of absolute myth—a unicorn, its coat gleaming like spun starlight, its silver horn humming with a pure, ancient resonance. It inclined its head toward Lilly, who let out a joyful sob and rushed forward, burying her face in its silken mane.

“I’m sure.” After listening and sniffing my surroundings to make sure no one was close, I summoned Weather. In no time, we were on all fours and I was looking down at Weathers sapphire blue paws that glowed under the moonlight. Our fur always showed bits of silver when under the moon to show we were blessed by the Goddess herself. The silver bits looked like raindrops were cascading down our fur but the real beauty was when we were running and the silver transformed into a torrential downpour. “What should we train? I’ve been wanting to try summoning a mini tornado.”