025 DO YOU WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT?
[Shortly after the assembly at the Palace of Roses]
"Dassa, the Madame has been lenient with you. Consider yourself fortunate," said Blue Rose, her voice stern but measured.
"Yes, I am at the mercy of the Madame," Dassa replied softly, lowering her gaze.
"For your punishment, you are to feed the unicorns," Blue Rose declared, her words final.
"I will do my best," Dassa answered, her voice steady but laced with resignation.
Without another word, Blue Rose turned and left the Palace of Roses, leaving Dassa alone in the vast, enchanted realm. Her task was clear.
As Dassa made her way toward the sprawling fields, the roses that lined her path bent low, their petals falling like crimson rain to reveal a clear trail ahead.
The fields, imbued with magic, acknowledged her presence, parting as if they knew her place here, as though they recognized her authority, despite the punishment she was serving.
Reaching the heart of the fields, Dassa let out a sharp whistle, the sound carrying on the breeze.
From the distance, she could already see them—the unicorns, their bodies twisted in form, drawn to the sack of sugary cubes she carried.
These creatures, once men, were now grotesque, their desire for sweetness blinding them to all else. In a ravenous frenzy, they charged forward, trampling the earth beneath them as they devoured the cubes she scattered.
But Dassa had no interest in watching them feed.
Instead, she quietly slipped away, heading toward the far corner of the fields—a place that was supposed to be barren, free of any unicorns.
As she approached, a solitary figure emerged from the shadows of the rose bushes.
It was a unicorn, but not just any unicorn.
"Father," Dassa whispered as she approached the creature. His eyes, filled with a deep sadness, met hers.
"Are there any unicorns nearby?" she asked in a hushed tone, glancing over her shoulder to ensure they were truly alone.
"No. You should not have come here", Father replied to her.
"I came to save you", Dassa replied.
"You cannot pretend to be a Rose, it's too dangerous," the unicorn replied, his voice cracked and weary. "If they discover you are not a real Rose, they will cast you into the starry night."
"Don't worry about me. I'll get you out of this fucking place," Dassa vowed, her voice trembling with determination.
"Forget me, it's not worth it," the unicorn said softly, shaking his head. "Leave us and the Roses behind while you still can. Our fate is sealed, and the best we can hope for is to remain as we are, fucking twisted unicorns. For those who transform into Hellhounds… their fate is far worse."
Tears welled in Dassa's eyes. "I've found a way to stop these witches. Just hold on a little longer."
"There is no hope for me, Dassa. The curse is too strong. All I want now is for you to live—truly live. Leave this place, build a life for yourself or find your way home. That is my only wish."
"I will reverse this curse," Dassa insisted, her fists clenched at her sides.
"I'll find a way. I won't abandon you."
"You don't understand the danger you're in," he warned. "The Roses may soon discover you are not one of them by birth. If they find out, your life will be in peril. Go now, while you still can."
Dassa's voice grew quiet, but her resolve was unshaken. "I have a plan. It will take time, but I promise you… it will work."
Before the unicorn could respond, a distant rumble signaled the unicorns' return. The creatures were coming back, their feeding frenzy nearing its end.
"You must go," the unicorn urged, his voice now filled with fear for her safety.
"I'll return when I can," Dassa whispered, her heart heavy as she turned away dropping a generous portion of sugary cubes for her friend.
Tears streamed down her face, but she wiped them quickly. She had a mission, a destiny, and nothing—not even the Roses could stop her.
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[In the chambers of the Green Rose- some time ago]
"Madame Green, why have you summoned me?" Dassa asked, her tone cautious as she approached Green Rose.
Green Rose was reclining lazily in her personal garden, a much smaller and more intimate space compared to the grand Palace of Roses.
Unlike the formal assemblies of Roses that took place there, today it was just Green, her unicorn servants, and Dassa. No other eyes to witness the meeting.
"How was your punishment?" Green Rose asked, her voice indifferent as unicorns lounged around her, attending to her every whim.
They massaged her shoulders and fed her slices of exotic fruit, much like the courtesans in the infamous pleasure houses of Bagnio la Pleasures.
"I served it, and I will remember my mistake," Dassa replied, keeping her voice measured.
Green sighed dramatically. "You know, it gets frustrating being a Rose sometimes. Always waiting for the master to claim us, waiting endlessly… We have desires too, you know? These cock-less creatures," she gestured lazily at the unicorns around her, "can never satisfy us."
Dassa blinked, caught off guard. "I don't quite understand, Madame."
Green Rose leaned in slightly, a sly grin on her lips.
"Cocks, Dassa. Do you understand now? I crave the touch of a real man, real pleasure. But we're forbidden from indulging, unless they're offered up as sacrifices to the Madame. Sometimes I envy those traitor bitches in the sky at the Palace of Roses."
Dassa stiffened. "You wish to be deflowered? That's treasonous," she warned, her voice hushed.
Green Rose waved off the comment and motioned for her unicorns to leave them. Once they were alone, she spoke more openly.
"Do you know what it's like to touch your chosen one, Dassa? I felt something strange that time when I touched him—through your memories, of course. There is nothing like it. I got an orgasm just experiencing it in your memories. Many of the Roses felt it too. We gossip about it when Blue isn't around, worried she might find out and make a big deal of it."
"Oh, that," Dassa replied, "Are you interested in experiencing it for yourself?"