The Lady Amalthia gets a gift on National Unicorn Day. (Color) (Patreon)

The last time the Unicorn had been given human form, the Red Bull was massive and terrifying, and her limbs were so awkward and fragile. She was still awkward at first, but that was partly because the differences this time felt so good. She loved twisting her abs as she walked, the feeling of clenching her thighs together - and the look on the Red Bull's face when she stopped his charge with one hand: casually. The mild exertion launching her bicep in a pillar of soft pink flesh.

She was going to enjoy this.