Uniporn
For my twitter love @Soulful_Sam, she came up with the entire Uniporn concept, and this is my story about it. =)
Sam clicked to the next picture of the horse like creature with the penis sticking out of his head. He looked around nervously, making sure no one in the busy diner could see over his shoulder. The obsession had started a month ago by accident. He was looking for a unicorn article; 'Cuz Sammy is the prettiest princess at the ball.' Dean had chuckled; when a typo had sent him to a crazy porn sight.
Since that day, Sam had visited the sight everyday, mesmerized by the long thick dicks that graced the foreheads of the beautiful steeds. When he found the video of the uniporn, as they were called, fucking into a woman's ass, he was a goner. Further searching discovered vids of tons of men and woman being ravished by the animals. Sam had had to take relief in the scuzzy hotel bathroom quietly so that Dean wouldn't know.
And now the younger Winchester hid in a corner, ogling the sextastic animals on his laptop, waiting for his brother to seduce his third diner waitress this week.
Dean returned to the table, a napkin covered in ink and lipstick between his fingers. "Hey, you were right Einstein. Looks like we got a case here."
"Does it involve you doing a lengthy investigation between that girls legs?" Sam slammed his computer shut and fumbled for his coffee.
"Deep probing." Dean winked. "But there's some rape case we need to look at too."
Sam squinted. "How is that. . . wait don't tell me you. . . .?"
"No!" Dean slammed his open palm on the table. "No no. They never say no Sammy. I mean look at me. They don't say no. Did you hear they say no? Cuz they don't say no. EVER!"
"Alright." Sammy sniffed. "So why is this rape case our kinda thing then?"
Dean hunkered down into the table, lowering his voice. "Cuz the victims said they were raped by some sorta horse."
Sam scoffed. "A horse?"
"Yeah, like a horse with a little. . . " Dean pointed to his forehead. "you know."
"No Dean. I don't know." Sam snickered at his nervous brother.
"A dick Sam!" Dean shouted then lowered his voice again. "A dick on his head."
"You mean. . like. . . a unicorn?" Sweat beaded up on Sam's neck.
"Something fruity like that. So this uniporn. Ha, funny. Anyway, he's doing a little probing of his own." Dean snickered. "And he ain't picky if ya know what I mean. Men, women, he doesn't care as long as they've got some sorta opening."
Sam felt the color drain from his face. How could this be happening? The uniporn was fake. People made this shit up just to get off on, or to laugh at. There couldn't be uniporn roaming this town raping people, that was ridiculous.
"Dean that's . . . that's not even possible."
Dean furrowed his brow. "Yeah, that's what we do. Deal with the impossible. So come on. . . fire up the old laptop and get Googling nerdboy."
Sam hesitantly opened his computer. He tapped lightly at the keys, peering at Dean over the screen. "Yeah." He answered dryly. "Here it is." He swung the laptop around and watched Dean spit coffee all over the screen.
"Dude!! They like, really look like dicks." Dean yelled calling attention to the duo. "Detectives. They look like detectives . . . .dude." Dean rubbed the tension out of his neck.
Sam fought the color that crept into his cheeks. "So, whattya think?"
"There are some sick fucks out there man." Dean snickered.
Sam pouted, waiting for his brother to continue his analysis. "Anything else?"
"Well, it's gotta be a trickster or something right? These things can't just be real." Dean clicked, grimacing at the next image. "We've never come across a fuck monster before."
Sam scoffed, calling his brother's cocky grin to his exasperated face. "Dean, it's just fun. Just like your Busty Asian Beauties."
"Sammy, those are real woman with curves and. . . . stuff. This is a horse with a dick on his head and he's fucking people. . . . and other animals apparently. This has got to be some secret ancient . . . well I don't know what it is but it's not natural."
Sam chuckled, slamming the computer shut again. "Okay, so it's gotta be fake. Some prank amongst kids I'm sure." He wiggled in his seat trying to adjust his hard cock that pressed up against his tight denim pants.
"Sam, we gotta check it out." He threw a toothy grin over his shoulder and the waitress from earlier. "We've gotta help these people."
"Alright, Mother Theresa, where do we begin?" Sam snorted.
"I guess McKillian Lookout."
"What's that?"
Dean tried to fight his smile. "Make out point."
Dean drove the Impala to the dark cliff looking over the small dingy town. A row of cars dotted the ledge. Dean pulled into an empty spot and fought to peer into the window of the car next to him. "Dean!" Sam swatted at his brother's arm. "What are we doing here?"
"This is where the rapes took place." Dean grabbed at his door handle. "Come on." A huge smile stole his face. "Let's go investigate."
Sam followed reluctantly, watching Dean try to peep into the cars they passed. "Dean."
"Okay, let's head into the wooded area. That's where people claim to see them." Dean led is brother to a patch of trees. They held their guns, dodging stealthily around tree trunks. Sam guarded his brother as Dean slid into an open area, coming into view of a beautiful white horse, more of pony. It only came up to the older Winchester's waist. A pink horn, no, Dean shook his head trying to clear the image from his mind, it wasn't a horn it was a pink dick, stuck out from the middle of his forehead. "Um, Sam?" Dean called over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact with the beautiful beast. "Sam. Come here!"
Sam turned the corner, not wanting to leave the path unguarded. "Dean, what. . . . " His voice cracked as he noticed the animal standing inches from his brother. He felt his dick harden at the familiar sight. "Oh geez."
"Impossible you said? Yeah, I think they're real." Dean whispered, trying not to taunt the suddenly alert unicorn.
"Um Dean, he's looking at you." Sam watched as the animal scanned his brother's perfectly curved ass. "Get out of there."
Dean tried to move, tried to dodge the white beast that dipped his head down to nudge at Dean's crotch with his thick cock horn. "Whoa there buddy."
Sam looked down to adjust his aching erection. When he raised his head Dean was leaning into a tree, eyes wide with fear as the unicorn slid his cock across the older Winchester's denim clad ass. "Sammy? A little help here?"
The younger Winchester watched the animal slide his brother's jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Sam's brain screamed at him to help his brother. But all he could do was move closer, hand palming at the hardness in his groin. He watched the hard cock of his brother bounce against his taut stomach as the animal slowly nuzzled at the older man's ass hole. Sam pulled at his zipper, his will suddenly not his own. He freed his own erection, jerking at it as the penis horn slid into his brother roughly. "SAM!" The words didn't stop him. Dean closed his eyes as the long thick dick slammed into his ass, hitting into a spot that spurted pleasure across his entire body. "Oh, Sammy."
Sam approached his brother, head leaning into the hard bark of the tree as he offered up his ass to the invasion. Sam continued to caress his hard dick, licking his lips as his brother watched him pleasure himself. "Touch yourself Dean. It'll feel better."
Dean winced, his cock painful heavy with lust. "Sam, just stop him dammit."
Sam's free hand snaked under his brother, grabbing the hard dick he found there and began stroking both hard shafts in a brutal rhythm. They both started to scream, Dean's ass being pummeled by the horny animal behind him. Finally, a double geyser of come shot out of the brothers, followed by a low shuddering cry from the spent unicorn behind them. He licked away the mess from Dean's ass cheeks before disappearing into the woods again.
"What the fuck?" Dean's limp body still leaned into the tree, his dick still resting in Sam's hand.
"It was. . . . it was uniporn." Sam breathed uneasily.
"Yeah, thanks for saving me." Dean grumbled, wiggling into the warmth of his brother's hand.
Sam turned a bright shade of red and pulled his hand off his brother's silky skin. "Let's never talk about this again, okay?"
Dean licked his full lips as he watched Sam tuck his spent cock back into his jeans. "Yeah." His breath ragged. "Good idea."
Sam clicked to the next picture of the horse like creature with the penis sticking out of his head. He looked around nervously, making sure no one in the busy diner could see over his shoulder. The obsession had started a month ago by accident. He was looking for a unicorn article; 'Cuz Sammy is the prettiest princess at the ball.' Dean had chuckled; when a typo had sent him to a crazy porn sight.
Since that day, Sam had visited the sight everyday, mesmerized by the long thick dicks that graced the foreheads of the beautiful steeds. When he found the video of the uniporn, as they were called, fucking into a woman's ass, he was a goner. Further searching discovered vids of tons of men and woman being ravished by the animals. Sam had had to take relief in the scuzzy hotel bathroom quietly so that Dean wouldn't know.
And now the younger Winchester hid in a corner, ogling the sextastic animals on his laptop, waiting for his brother to seduce his third diner waitress this week.
Dean returned to the table, a napkin covered in ink and lipstick between his fingers. "Hey, you were right Einstein. Looks like we got a case here."
"Does it involve you doing a lengthy investigation between that girls legs?" Sam slammed his computer shut and fumbled for his coffee.
"Deep probing." Dean winked. "But there's some rape case we need to look at too."
Sam squinted. "How is that. . . wait don't tell me you. . . .?"
"No!" Dean slammed his open palm on the table. "No no. They never say no Sammy. I mean look at me. They don't say no. Did you hear they say no? Cuz they don't say no. EVER!"
"Alright." Sammy sniffed. "So why is this rape case our kinda thing then?"
Dean hunkered down into the table, lowering his voice. "Cuz the victims said they were raped by some sorta horse."
Sam scoffed. "A horse?"
"Yeah, like a horse with a little. . . " Dean pointed to his forehead. "you know."
"No Dean. I don't know." Sam snickered at his nervous brother.
"A dick Sam!" Dean shouted then lowered his voice again. "A dick on his head."
"You mean. . like. . . a unicorn?" Sweat beaded up on Sam's neck.
"Something fruity like that. So this uniporn. Ha, funny. Anyway, he's doing a little probing of his own." Dean snickered. "And he ain't picky if ya know what I mean. Men, women, he doesn't care as long as they've got some sorta opening."
Sam felt the color drain from his face. How could this be happening? The uniporn was fake. People made this shit up just to get off on, or to laugh at. There couldn't be uniporn roaming this town raping people, that was ridiculous.
"Dean that's . . . that's not even possible."
Dean furrowed his brow. "Yeah, that's what we do. Deal with the impossible. So come on. . . fire up the old laptop and get Googling nerdboy."
Sam hesitantly opened his computer. He tapped lightly at the keys, peering at Dean over the screen. "Yeah." He answered dryly. "Here it is." He swung the laptop around and watched Dean spit coffee all over the screen.
"Dude!! They like, really look like dicks." Dean yelled calling attention to the duo. "Detectives. They look like detectives . . . .dude." Dean rubbed the tension out of his neck.
Sam fought the color that crept into his cheeks. "So, whattya think?"
"There are some sick fucks out there man." Dean snickered.
Sam pouted, waiting for his brother to continue his analysis. "Anything else?"
"Well, it's gotta be a trickster or something right? These things can't just be real." Dean clicked, grimacing at the next image. "We've never come across a fuck monster before."
Sam scoffed, calling his brother's cocky grin to his exasperated face. "Dean, it's just fun. Just like your Busty Asian Beauties."
"Sammy, those are real woman with curves and. . . . stuff. This is a horse with a dick on his head and he's fucking people. . . . and other animals apparently. This has got to be some secret ancient . . . well I don't know what it is but it's not natural."
Sam chuckled, slamming the computer shut again. "Okay, so it's gotta be fake. Some prank amongst kids I'm sure." He wiggled in his seat trying to adjust his hard cock that pressed up against his tight denim pants.
"Sam, we gotta check it out." He threw a toothy grin over his shoulder and the waitress from earlier. "We've gotta help these people."
"Alright, Mother Theresa, where do we begin?" Sam snorted.
"I guess McKillian Lookout."
"What's that?"
Dean tried to fight his smile. "Make out point."
Dean drove the Impala to the dark cliff looking over the small dingy town. A row of cars dotted the ledge. Dean pulled into an empty spot and fought to peer into the window of the car next to him. "Dean!" Sam swatted at his brother's arm. "What are we doing here?"
"This is where the rapes took place." Dean grabbed at his door handle. "Come on." A huge smile stole his face. "Let's go investigate."
Sam followed reluctantly, watching Dean try to peep into the cars they passed. "Dean."
"Okay, let's head into the wooded area. That's where people claim to see them." Dean led is brother to a patch of trees. They held their guns, dodging stealthily around tree trunks. Sam guarded his brother as Dean slid into an open area, coming into view of a beautiful white horse, more of pony. It only came up to the older Winchester's waist. A pink horn, no, Dean shook his head trying to clear the image from his mind, it wasn't a horn it was a pink dick, stuck out from the middle of his forehead. "Um, Sam?" Dean called over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact with the beautiful beast. "Sam. Come here!"
Sam turned the corner, not wanting to leave the path unguarded. "Dean, what. . . . " His voice cracked as he noticed the animal standing inches from his brother. He felt his dick harden at the familiar sight. "Oh geez."
"Impossible you said? Yeah, I think they're real." Dean whispered, trying not to taunt the suddenly alert unicorn.
"Um Dean, he's looking at you." Sam watched as the animal scanned his brother's perfectly curved ass. "Get out of there."
Dean tried to move, tried to dodge the white beast that dipped his head down to nudge at Dean's crotch with his thick cock horn. "Whoa there buddy."
Sam looked down to adjust his aching erection. When he raised his head Dean was leaning into a tree, eyes wide with fear as the unicorn slid his cock across the older Winchester's denim clad ass. "Sammy? A little help here?"
The younger Winchester watched the animal slide his brother's jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Sam's brain screamed at him to help his brother. But all he could do was move closer, hand palming at the hardness in his groin. He watched the hard cock of his brother bounce against his taut stomach as the animal slowly nuzzled at the older man's ass hole. Sam pulled at his zipper, his will suddenly not his own. He freed his own erection, jerking at it as the penis horn slid into his brother roughly. "SAM!" The words didn't stop him. Dean closed his eyes as the long thick dick slammed into his ass, hitting into a spot that spurted pleasure across his entire body. "Oh, Sammy."
Sam approached his brother, head leaning into the hard bark of the tree as he offered up his ass to the invasion. Sam continued to caress his hard dick, licking his lips as his brother watched him pleasure himself. "Touch yourself Dean. It'll feel better."
Dean winced, his cock painful heavy with lust. "Sam, just stop him dammit."
Sam's free hand snaked under his brother, grabbing the hard dick he found there and began stroking both hard shafts in a brutal rhythm. They both started to scream, Dean's ass being pummeled by the horny animal behind him. Finally, a double geyser of come shot out of the brothers, followed by a low shuddering cry from the spent unicorn behind them. He licked away the mess from Dean's ass cheeks before disappearing into the woods again.
"What the fuck?" Dean's limp body still leaned into the tree, his dick still resting in Sam's hand.
"It was. . . . it was uniporn." Sam breathed uneasily.
"Yeah, thanks for saving me." Dean grumbled, wiggling into the warmth of his brother's hand.
Sam turned a bright shade of red and pulled his hand off his brother's silky skin. "Let's never talk about this again, okay?"
Dean licked his full lips as he watched Sam tuck his spent cock back into his jeans. "Yeah." His breath ragged. "Good idea."