Alga, a particularly large diamond dog, finds herself quite literally wrangling an especially slutty equine...
Trapped in town, due to a train malfunction, Alga is stuck waiting a day or two for repairs. Away from her homeland, surrounded by ponies, and with her patience quickly waning, she stumbles upon an odd little unicorn. Things happen, mistakes are made, and one hell of a wild ride of depravity ensue...
Kinks Include Chap 1: Female on Female, Size Difference, Interspecies, Oral, Sex Toys, Squirting, and Carnal Combat Chap 2: Female on Male, Transformation, Size Difference, Interspecies, Oral, Vaginal, Various Positions, Knotting, a Creampie Chap 3: More Transformation, Male on Male, Threesomes, Interspecies, Spitroasting, Oral, Anal, Double Penetration, Hands-Free Horsey Climaxes Chap 4: Male on Male, Interspecies, Oral, Exhibitionism, Chastity, Public Sex, Anal, Oral, an Orgy, Shameless Displays, a Colorful Array of Spunk
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Leisurely strolling through the small town, heedless of who may be before her, Alga casually surveyed the village. It wasn’t like she’d intended on spending any significant time out of the train, especially because she was well within pony territory, yet fate had other plans. With the locomotive having suffered some sort of severe mechanical issue, she’d be stuck waiting on replacement parts for at least a day or two.
It wasn’t all bad, since the rail company had compensated the passengers with lodging and a per diem for meals - still, she was less than pleased with the turn of events. Besides being held up from returning home, she would have to put up with the less than ideal inhabitants of the foreign land. Peering around at the ponies, keenly aware of the few who stared at her in awe, her lip curled.
Not only did she tower over most of the puny equines, but a life of hard labor and regular training had left her with an impressive physique. Sporting strength which would put the average stallion to shame, while simultaneously rocking a bust and ass which was the envy of many mares, she couldn’t blame the ponies for gawking at her. Peering to several of the onlookers, savoring their fearful or timid expressions, she walked right into something - or rather, someone.
“Hey watch it you…” the mare trailed off, shuffling back and craning her head to look up at the veritable giantess.
Clad in a mini-skirt and a t-shirt which seemed several sizes too small, with a small satchel hanging to her side, the unicorn stared up at the diamond dog. Clad in black fur, with a white mane and tail, an odd alabaster mark covered the upper portion of her face and muzzle. Rather slatternly adorned, compared to her equine ilk, the woman placed her hands on her hips. What she lacked in size she seemed to make up for in temerity, as she squared off against the hulking canid.
After waiting a moment, Alga knit her brow. “Move…”
“Well ain’t you a big bitch!” the pony laughed, eyeing the woman from top to bottom.
Growling to herself, the diamond dog squinted down at the tramp. “Move…”
“Not even an ‘Oops, sorry!’ for bumping into me? That’s ok, I am pretty short and it’s not the first time I’ve nearly been bowled over,” the mare chuckled, extending a hand. “Name’s Leech, by the way.”
With her patience at an end, Alga openly bore her teeth. “Move or I’ll break you then move you.”
Leech recoiled slightly, before smugly folding her arms over her modest bust. “You need to get laid, sister. Actually,” she began, lowering her tone and cocking her head, “if that is your problem, I’m pretty sure I could rustle us up a few stallions to help you blow off some steam.”
The absolutely shameless offer was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Extending an arm and seizing the unicorn’s wrist, Alga hauled the pony up to eye level. “I am not your sister and, no, I don’t want a stallion.”
To her utter astonishment, after the briefest moment of surprise, Leech grinned over at her. “Carpet muncher, eh? I can respect that. If that’s the case, I don’t see why I couldn’t help you out.”
Sneering, Alga brought her snout to the mare’s face. “As if a pony could ever satisfy me.”
“You wanna put fifty bits on that claim, bitch,” Leech countered, her smile broadening.
With a licentious proposal unexpectedly put on the table, the diamond dog paused. On one hand, she could easily toss the unicorn aside, forget the incident ever happened, and continue to whittle away the rest of her day in the miserable village - on the other, she had a chance to win some easy money and teach the mare a valuable lesson. A twisted smirk split her muzzle, as her pride ultimately won out.
“Just don’t blame me if you’re walking funny for a while,” she growled. Tossing the pony onto her shoulder, she spun around and plodded back to the motel she’d be staying in.
“Wouldn’t be the first time!” Leech laughed, peeking down at the canid’s behind. “Nice ass, by the way - dead-lifts?”
Ignoring the chatty bint, the diamond dog walked in relative silence. If anyone questioned why she had a pony slung over her back, they didn’t question it and left her alone - doubtlessly too frightened to question what she was doing. After the short trip back to her room, she let herself in, flung the pony onto the mattress, and locked the door behind herself.
“Ambitious! I like that,” Leech tittered, tugging her top over her head and allowing her bare bosoms to swing free. “Are there any - H...hey!!!”
While Leech had been blinded by her shirt, Alga wasted no time in getting to work. Stepping to the foot of the bed and grabbing the unicorn’s ankles, she drug her mare to herself. She knew she’d win and, as far as she was concerned, the sooner she left the pony a gibbering, squirting mess, the quicker she’d be able to go out and buy a bottle of whatever the ponies considered decent swill.
Kneeling at the end of the mattress, simultaneously wrenching the smaller woman closer and shooting her head forward, she buried her face between the dark furred pair of thighs. As she drew a deep breath, the aroma of arousal wafted through her nostrils. While she wasn’t exactly shocked that the mare was worked up, given her overtly flirtatious nature, she was a bit surprised by how wet the mare was.
“No fair!” Leech bleated, freeing herself and throwing her shirt to the side. “This is supposed to be a challenge, not a one-sided competition!”
“Hmmph,” Alga grunted, releasing her grip and pushing herself up. “But it is a one-sided competition - you just haven’t realized it yet…”
Unwinding the leather boa from ‘round her neck, she let the strip of material fall to the floor. Her attire, or lack thereof, may have had something to do with all the looks she’d been getting in town - then again, she wouldn’t be surprised if ponies weren’t versed with traditional diamond dog garb. As she loosened her loincloth and stepped forward, her body was laid fully bare.
“Lie on your back,” she commanded, resting one knee on to the groaning mattress.
“But what if I wanna be on top?” Leech rebuked. Despite her small protest, she did as she was asked and eased herself onto the center of the bed.
Shuffling forward, taking care to mind the horn, Alga swung one well-sculpted leg over the unicorn’s head. She had little doubt that the heady musk of her nethers would be assailing her guest, yet she wasn’t about to wait for any more pithy comments. Easing herself down, she ground her meaty loins against the mare’s snout, but she wasn’t finished yet.
Bending at the waist, she wrapped her hands around Leech’s knees and pulled. With her head pinned to the bed, between the firm mattress and dog cunt on her face, Leech’s entire lower half was lifted into the air. With the pony’s skirt flipped over her belly, exposing her lack of undergarments, Alga shook her head. She’d either inadvertently stumbled into a whore or a prolific slut, although it really didn’t matter much - against a bitch of her caliber, there was no way a mere mare could ever stand a chance.
Leaning in, holding a leg in each hand, she pressed her face to the bare, slavering marehood before her. Drawing her long, powerful tongue over the nearly hairless groin of her prey, the unicorn’s essence coated her taste buds. Unlike women of her kind, the pony’s flavor was subtle and floral - almost sweet. The foreign tang wasn’t unpleasant, though it did remind her of the equine’s inferior, herbivorous place in the food chain.
Arrogantly wiggling her tush, while she lapped at the woman’s sex, something curious happened. Leech’s arms clamped around her thighs, a split second before her cunt was accosted. A tremor shot through her, as her nethers were set upon with startling fury. Rocking her waist forward and back, ensuring her foe wouldn’t have an easy time, she refocused on the succulent pussy before her.
Locked in an approximation of a sixty-nine, while they feasted upon one another’s loins, the unusual duo licked and lipped one another as best they could. Though the diamond dog clearly had the upper-hand in raw strength and sheer mass, the pony was hardly a pushover. Like David’s trial against Goliath, the unicorn leveled every ounce of her oral skill against her amorous adversary.
Suppressing a shiver of bliss, as the mare fixated on her clit, Alga opened her fanged maw and all but bit down on the tart’s pelvis. Significantly longer and more capable than a pony’s, her tongue plunged into her opponent’s depths and thrashed around madly. She was not about to have some depraved equine stand against her indomitable will.
Pinned though she was, Leech retaliated as best she could. Feigning weakness and throwing her head back to whimper, she lulled the diamond dog into a false sense of security. As soon as Alga’s throaty, conceited chuckle caught her ear, she struck. Thrusting her hips upward and locking her knees around the bitch’s head, the unicorn torqued her body and unseated the beast.
Finding herself thrown to her side, with her face squished between the mare’s thighs, Alga fought off the temptation to bite down. The sudden shift had been jarring and left her with a strange combination of resentment and excitement. With the prospect of having a decent competition causing her pulse to quicken, she slowly withdrew and patted the unicorn’s leg.
“Well then, now that you have my blood pumping, how about we move on to a real contest,” she snickered. Removing herself from the pony and spinning around, she rested on her back with her legs splayed.
“Like scissoring or something?” Leech chirped, piquing a brow.
“If that’s what you want to call it, yes,” Alga responded.
Shrugging to herself, as she removed her skirt, the mare carefully got into position. As the pony slid closer, the hound lifted her hips and allowed their legs to become interlocked. Given their difference in height and mass, Alga braced her forearms and claimed the top position. Besides being an expression of dominance, she had every intention of using her considerable experience to prevail in their little match.
“Seems kind of boring without toys,” Leech huffed, snuggling her snatch up to the dog’s engorged cunt, “since - Mmmnn?!”
The pony’s complaint trailed into a whorish groan, as Alga rather forcefully gyrated and bucked her hips. Front to back, side to side, she wielded her waist like a deadly weapon. It took the smaller woman a moment to even try and reciprocate - even then, it was a pitiful attempt. Peering down her chest, past her swaying breasts, she smiled at the lesser female.
She honestly didn’t know what the slut could have been thinking, if she’d been thinking at all, challenging her - her! As if being less than half her size wasn’t enough of an indicator for how badly things would wind up for Leech, she appeared less than capable with scissoring - as she’d so colorfully put it. Shifting from technique to technique, Alga watched her foe struggle.
Leech’s rebellious spirit seemed to wane, as her motions grew weaker and weaker. Falling back, ineffectually humping at the diamond dog’s crotch, her thighs quivered excitedly. Slowly, almost reluctantly, her resistance died off almost entirely. Pawing at the bed sheets with one hand, while beginning to twist and pinch one teat with the other, her interest in winning shifted.
“Oh fuck...Keep doing that,” the mare groaned.
“This?” Alga laughed, powerfully rubbing their nethers together.
Though it had taken a bit of practice and worked best on women smaller than herself, she’d developed a skill which had never failed her. Once fully aroused and erect, she’d dig her clit into her partner’s sweet spot and bear down hard. It was as close to fucking as a bitch could manage, offering her and her bed-mate sublime pleasure and demonstrating her prowess.
Abandoning the blanket to knead her other breast, Leech closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. As if the body language hadn’t been enough of a reassuring sign of victory, the fact that the pony was quivering uncontrollably left little room for doubt. Gritting her teeth and pulling out all the stops, the diamond dog’s assault was relentless.
“Cum for me, bitch!” Alga barked, her hips a blur of motion.
Upon the command, Leech broke. Squealing, squirting climactic nectar over the mattress, she convulsed in ecstasy. The cathartic victory was as or more intoxicating than release - that being said, the bitch was far from finished. Crawling away, leaving the unicorn to helplessly pant and twitch, she reached into her duffel bag on the nearby nightstand.
Having been out of town for two weeks to visit a prospect, Alga had made all the appropriate plans. She’d packed her toiletries, changes of clothes, a formal suit, and even some reading material for her trip, yet there was one thing she made good and damn sure to bring. As her fingers graced a long, cool length of silicone, she pulled the toy out into the open.
Double ended and sculpted to resemble a large canine cock, the double dildo was easily her favorite marital aid. Not only could it be used solo or with a friend, but there were a duo of extraordinarily large knots centered directly in the middle of the dual-ended shaft. Roughly as big as oranges, the bulbous center-points played a pivotal part in a special game she’d developed.
“Since you’d mentioned stallions, I thought I’d let you taste what a real cock feels like,” Alga hummed, slipping one end of the toy into herself.
Leech had barely pulled her head up to wearily see what the canine had meant, before her ankle was snatched up. Dragged over to the diamond dog, glancing around in a panic, it took her a second to see the dong protruding from Alga’s cunt. Only just beginning to recover from her orgasm, her legs were once again laced with her host’s - only this time, the spear-like tip of silicone sank into her marehood.
Groaning, relishing the intrusion, her head rolled back. Despite having just cum, her hands sailed to her chest and groin; massaging her tit and eagerly rubbing her clit, any attempts to flee or fight back were wholly gone - replaced by an almost insane level of depravity. Alga honestly couldn’t say she’d ever seen anything like it, but the sight stoked the flames of her imperious lust.
The unicorn’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as the toy plunged into her. Winking and drooling uncontrollably, her snatch embraced the molded shaft. It was only when the tapered tip of the thing nudged her cervix did she realize she was in a spot. Peering down, realizing that there was roughly an inch or so before the knot, she twisted her torso and attempted to pull herself away.
“Where you goin?” Alga guffawed, holding firm of the pony’s legs.
Releasing one of her prey’s ankles, feeling certain that her guest wouldn’t slip free, she reached back and grunted. Shoving herself up into a squatted position, while the dong remained lodged in her and the mare, she took a heavy step forward and torqued the unicorn onto her shoulders. Holding her mate in an approximation of an amazoness press, she drove her hips downward and started fucking.
Vehemently driven into the bed with every descent, there was next to nothing Leech could do. Tightly held, impaled by a sublime length of dong, and against an opponent who could quite possibly crush her, she was railed out like a rag doll. There was no passion, no tender love-making or affection - no, she was simply game for the massive predator. With few other options, she took the only reasonable course of action - she started masturbating furiously.
“Oh yeah - Nnnph - take that dog dick,” Alga bellowed, increasing her pace.
More than the physical bliss, knowing she was subjecting a lesser female to her power and authority got her rocks off. Gazing down at the pony and seeing the girl’s face contort and twist in rapture pushed her closer and closer to her limit. This was how it should be, with the mighty controlling the weak.
On and on she went, using the mare as though she was the lowest ranking bitch in her pack. Glancing to the toy, watching the knot rhythmically slam against the unicorn’s entrance, she grit her teeth. Given everything she’d been through that day, a good, cathartic hate fuck was just what the doctor ordered. Snarling, baring her fangs at her mate, she drew a breath and reared back.
“Take my pups, Bitch!” she roared, pushing herself past the brink.
Ramming herself down, using both her weight and her substantial strength, she drove the knot into the battered marehood below. With a triumphant howl, she came - drowning out the pitiable mewlings and unintelligible wails of delight of her lesser. Crouched above the pony, riding out the climactic wave of euphoria, she hauled air into her chest.
Caring nothing for post-coitus snuggling, she unceremoniously stepped to the side and unsheathed herself from the toy. With one of the mid-section bulbs of the dildo trapped within her quivering depths, the mare simply slumped over and lie still. She wasn’t dead, so that was a plus, but there was no way in hell she’d be going anywhere anytime soon.
Looking aside, noticing the pony’s discarded satchel, Alga squinted. She’d earned her fifty bits and, by the stars, she was going to take her winnings before the little tramp could try run off with it. Hopping from the bed, leaving her prey to recuperate, she crossed to the bag and kicked it open.
A number of items rolled out onto the floor, yet there wasn’t a bit of cash to be seen. Kneeling by the items, rifling around for anything of value, she happened upon three small bottles of an oddly pink, nacreous fluid. Hefting one of the phials to her nose and giving it a sniff, the sound of a weak cough caused her to turn.
“D...don’t! They’re invaluable,” Leech croaked, feebly crawling towards the bedside.
“What is it?” Alga inquired, popping the cork to get a better smell.
“It will - Cough - make you too powerful,” the mare lamented, her eyes widening in fear.
The diamond dog’s muzzle twisted into a rictus grin. “If that’s the case…” she mused, downing the contents without a second thought.
Thick and somewhat reminiscent of citrus, she swallowed down the potion. She’d heard tales that ponies were capable of brewing all manner of outlandish and wildly potent elixirs before, even though she’d never seen them in person. If the brew did imbue her with some preternatural ability or enhance her physical might, they’d be worth a small fortune! Licking her lips and tossing the bottle aside, she looked back to the unicorn and froze.
Standing on the bed, Leech reached down and removed the knotted dong from her marehood in one smooth motion. Any sign of infirmity was gone, replaced by something altogether more terrifying. Grinning wickedly, the unicorn’s strange, cat-like pupils shrank to razored slits. It was at that moment that Alga knew she’d fucked up - she’d fucked up bad…
Sinking to her knees, overwhelmed by a frailty like she’d never known, Alga clutched at her bosom. “W...what did you do to me?!” she wailed, noting that her voice held a touch more baritone.
“What did I do to you?” Leech mocked, sauntering over to the stricken woman. “I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who dank that potion, so you have nobody to blame but yourself.”
The diamond dog’s eyes sailed to the bottle she’d drained, as a pervasive warmth spread through her body. “A...am I going to die?”
“Die?” the mare repeated, looming over her once mighty foe. “Nah, you ain’t going to die. But…” she chuckled, staring down at the canine, “I am going to bring you to heaven…”
Before Alga could ask what the unicorn had meant, a cramp hit her groin. Just above her meaty entrance, the almost ignorable sensation grew into an intense ache. Glancing down, wondering what in the nine hells was going on, her concern mounted exponentially. Her once mountainous breasts withered before her very eyes, shrinking to nothing more than a pair of flat, barely defined pecs; as if the sight wasn’t unsettling enough, her loins befell a far more terrifying fate.
Hunching forward to inspect herself, she watched the flesh on her groin slowly remold itself. Her glorious lower lips fused together, forming into a furry nub. Larger and larger the bud grew, until an inexorable and horrifying realization struck her. To her abject horror, the unmistakable form of a sheath and two balls emerged upon her crotch.
“Hot damn, that potion really did a number on you!” Leech laughed, positively beaming.
Looking up, snarling at the meddlesome mare, Alga was hit with another profound truth. Not only had her femininity been robbed from her, but a substantial amount of her size as well. Peeking at her arms and legs, surveying the extent of the transformative elixir, she discovered she’d suffered a heavy toll. Gone was her magnificently sculpted mounds of muscle, replaced by slender, barely toned limbs.
To say the situation was bizarre would be an egregious understatement. Not but an hour ago, Alga had been a towering colossus of a woman, but that was gone. Imprisoned within the shell of a weak, feeble male, her mind was left wholly intact - well, mostly intact. As her form had changed, so too had a subtle, almost imperceptible shift happened with his thoughts.
He still felt the same, for the most part, although the abrupt shift in biological sex had inexplicably and smoothly imparted a sense of masculine self. It wasn’t like he’d ever thought of himself as exceedingly feminine anyway, since he had a domineering streak a mile long - still, the circumstances confused and angered him. Regardless of his psychology and greatly reduced physical prowess, he knew one thing for certain - he was pissed.
“You cheater!” he blared, unsteadily getting to his feet and scowling at the pony. “You knew this would happen and you tricked me!”
“I didn’t know you’d steal one of the elixirs, but I resist from tricking you into drinking it. It’s not that big of a deal, since the tonic will wear off in a day or so - besides, we’re not done with our little competition yet,” she hummed, as her horn went alight.
“Our competition will be over when I beat you to a - H...hey!” Alga blurted, feeling one of his arms being pulled upward.
Glancing to his wrist, seeing that a length of rope had bound his limb, he snarled. Pulling at the binding, trying desperately to free himself, another three lengths of cord swiftly encircled his other arm and both his legs. In a last ditch effort, only just coming to grips with how dire the situation was, he turned and lunged at his tormentor - only to find himself levitated into the air.
“I don’t know why you’re fighting this so much,” Leech sighed, magically guiding her captive to the mattress. “Trust me, you’re gonna love what I’m gonna do to you.”
“Do your worst, whore!” Alga spat, fruitlessly thrashing about while his limbs were fastened to the bedposts.
“Worst?” the mare parroted. Holding a hand to her bare chest, as if stricken, she deftly secured the rebellious canine and relinquished her sorcerous grasp. “You definitely won’t get my worst,” she purred, hungrily eyeing his lithe, restrained form, “because only bad dogs get that…”
Only able to move his head, Alga studied the ropes lashing him to the bed. Not but twenty minutes ago, he could have snapped the slender cords with little more than a flex - now, having virtually all his strength and bulk, he was virtually helpless. Knitting his brow and baring her teeth, a low growl crept past his curled lips.
“Well, well, well…” Leech cooed, crawling onto the mattress and between the lad’s legs. Running her face up his thigh and bringing her snout to his delicate, fuzzy coin purse, she drew a breath. “Nice and ripe.”
“Don’t you - Gah?!” he gasped, as she kissed and suckled her way up his package.
The sensations which greeted her were both wholly alien and contemptibly pleasurable. The mare’s touch on his nuts was pleasant, not unlike having her mons rubbed, although that was only a prelude for what was to come. As the pony’s tongue dug into his sheath, teasing the tip of his length, his breath hitched in his throat.
WIthdrawing her muzzle and resting her cheek on his crotch, Leech tenderly stroked and fondled his newly acquired equipment. Though he was no stranger to playing with a male’s junk, being on the receiving side of such treatment was definitely a new experience. Screwing his eyes shut, trying and failing to ignore the slutty pony’s affectionate hands, he angrily threw his head to the side.
“Look at that big boy,” Leech whispered, drawing his attention downward.
Much to his chagrin, in spite of his shame and resentment at his metamorphosis, his body acted of its own accord. Standing tall, no more than a few inches in length and maybe an inch in width, his poor cock stood as proudly as it could. Covered in rosy pink flesh, from pointed tip to knotted base, small veins traced along his shaft. So far as he could tell, it was a fully functional dick, even if it wasn’t by any means an impressive endowment.
Staring past his lamentable prick, locking eyes with the succubus who had trapped him, Alga did his best to put on a brave front - sadly, it was undone in an instant. The mare simply pursed her lips and gently blew upon his tool. Wincing, he shuddered at the feeling of cool air upon his extraordinarily sensitive flesh.
“Puppy’s cold?” she sweetly inquired, pushing herself up and bringing her snout to the rigid length of canine meat. “Let mama warm you up…”
Before Alga could say a word, the mare’s soft, pouting lips had wrapped around the head of his tool. Pressing her head lower, while keeping her eyes glued to his face, the temptress worked him into her muzzle. The experience was indescribable, vastly differing from anything he’d ever felt before.
His cock seemed to have all the sensitivity of a clit, although it was many times larger and unprotected by folds of flesh. The feeling was beyond reproach and bordered on the divine, yet that did little to quell his anger with being mistreated so harshly. He’d temporarily lost the body he’d spent a lifetime sculpting, he’d been tied to a bed, and how he was being teased by some unhinged and extraordinarily depraved equine - it was all well beyond demeaning.
Gritting his teeth, with his treacherous body succumbing to the carnal advances of the horned beast, he watched his shaft disappear into her maw. Skillfully running her tongue around what had to be the most sensitive portions of his cock, specifically around the tip and underside, she fellated him like a seasoned veteran. Struggling against his bonds, what little strength he had left fled from him.
As much as he hated to admit it, Alga couldn’t look away from the show itself. He couldn’t rightly say why it was so entrancing, seeing the pony bob her head and virtually inhale the entirety of his cock, yet he found himself under her spell. Grasping at nothing, in the fleeting throes of opposition to being so easily bested and bound, his hips mutinously bucked into her face.
Quickly withdrawing, freeing her muzzle, she wormed a hand forward to caringly stroke him off. “You think that felt amazing, Pup, you ain’t seen nothing yet…”
Averting his gaze and feeling his cheeks darken, Alga looked for something - anything to occupy himself. Her treatment was tantamount to torture of the most lecherous sort and he was not about to give her the gratification of a response - that was, until the mattress shifted beneath him. A sudden movement caught his eye, as her hand pressed down to the side of his head, while she crawled up and straddled him.
Without a word of warning or so much as reaching back to align him with her entrance, she taunted his head with soaked marehood. Part of him wanted to scream, to bite and scratch the predatory floozy and flee, yet another, far more insidious side of him pined to know what wonders her nethers afforded. In the end, it mattered little, as she glacially impaled herself upon his throbbing and painfully erect prick.
If Leech’s lips were a glimpse of heaven, her hot, velvety interior was the grace of nirvana itself. Despite having been worked by the substantially larger toy, not to mention the untold number of cocks the slut had taken in the past, her confines were exceptionally snug. All it took was feeling the first inch or so slip into her canal for his composure to fracture. Snarling, he drove his waist upward and caved to his budding urges.
He’d always had a penchant for controlling any and all sexual situations he found himself in, although this was different. Granted a male’s body, having the ability to fulfill the biological need to claim a mate and sow his seed within them, was inspiration incarnate. While it took him a moment to comprehend what the motivation was, he quickly found himself compelled to follow through with the natural drive to claim her as his mate.
“Oh god,” Leech groaned, throwing her head back, “you’re just so big!”
The admission was a bit perplexing to Alga, causing him to slow. While it was a bit surprising to see the strumpet enjoying such a modest tool, perhaps she was simply overcome by the superiority of a dog cock. Smirking to himself, an idea coalesced.
“If you let me go, I could give you more…” he murmured.
“R...really?!” Leech exclaimed, taken aback by the offer.
Alga simply nodded and smiled, moments before his bindings were magically undone. Clasping his hands on the pony’s hips, he braced his legs and started fucking. Though he had no real experience wielding a dick, he’d used strap-ons and been screwed enough to have a firm grasp of the basics. With his instincts driving him forward, as the masculine portions of his altered brain rallied, he put his body to work.
“Yes!” the mare yowled, feverishly bouncing upon him and moving in tune with his wild rhythm. “Dog cock is the best!!!”
Liberated, free to conquer the unicorn, Alga’s eyes wandered over the pony’s body. The freedom to plow his mate bolstered his confidence and ignited a fire within him. Contrary to when he’d been tied up, staving off the enjoyment his altered body offered, he embraced the remarkably wondrous feeling of truly rutting a female.
“More, please!!!” Leech pleaded, leaning forward to lick and kiss the lad’s chest. “I...I want your pups! Pump a litter into this poor, pathetic pony!!!”
“Good,” the pup hummed, spanking the unicorn’s ass.
Hearing her beg, knowing he’d broken her and shown her the light of canine superiority, Alga’s pace quickened. Something about the pony’s admission was deeply gratifying and elevated the experience to the next level. Thrusting into her with everything he had, feeling his knot pop in and out of her winking marehood, he accepted his role. If she wanted him to claim her womb and gift her with a litter, that’s exactly what she was going to get.
Perhaps he’d been wrong about her - perhaps she wasn’t as depraved as he’d once thought. Though she was loose - at least, in regards to getting her to the bedroom - her taut marehood stood in stark contrast to her previous actions. Maybe, just maybe she simply hadn’t had a proper breeding from a capable canine; if that was the case, he would be her envoy to a world of unparalleled joys.
“D...don’t stop,” Leech sputtered, licking his neck and clamping down around him. “I...I need it inside.”
Banging her like a beast possessed, Alga’s endurance dwindled. Had she still been a woman, she felt sure she would have outlasted the pony for a second round - now, with the body of a young man who’d just been begged to knock up and lay claim to a slut, he found himself on the back foot. Sinking his claws into her ample, foal bearing hips, teetering on the brink, a sharp pain flung him over the edge.
As Leech bit his neck, he screwed his eyes shut and howled. Thick, virgin seed coursed through his throbbing length, just as he hilted within his mate. His knot pulsed in tune with his heart, swelling ever more and trapping his essence within the pony’s depths. The ecstasy which hit him was only overshadowed by the fact that he knew no stallion could ever hope to best his performance in bed.
Fitfully humping, as the final few shots of his cum were disgorged into the pony, Alga rested his head to the side. Maybe being a male wasn’t all that bad; if he could convince more mares to serve the diamond dogs, as either concubines or broodmares, he would be doing his country a great service. Awash in the rapturous euphoria of his climax and his flights of fancy, he felt the unicorn shift atop him.
In the blink of an eye, his limbs were pulled away and lashed to the bedposts once again. His release had completely drained him - figuratively and somewhat physically - and made him even more vulnerable than he had been already. Dumbfoundedly cracking an eye open, leaving his bonds untried, he exhaustedly peered down at the mare. Spying her moving over him, crawling on her hands and knees towards the head of the bed, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.
“Now,” Leech began, bringing her leaking, cum filled cunt over his face, “be a good pup and lick me clean.”
Opening his mouth to object, without thinking about his actions, Alga’s muzzle was filled with the slick, viscous remnants of their romp. Salty, cloying, and a bit bitter, his very first load of spunk washed over his tongue and to the back of his throat. He’d lost, there was no doubt about it, and now he was being shamed for his failure.
Be damned if he could explain what infernal hellscape the succubus had crawled from, but she’d surprised him for the second time over a very brief period. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to think of the hooved beast he’d stumbled upon. If she had faked everything, it was an unparalleled act - if she had been genuine, she had some unholy ability to rebound from an orgasm. How she’d had such superb control of her sex was another confounding issue, although it mattered little - in the end, Alga begrudgingly accepted his defeat and lapped his cum from her nethers.
Even though he’d been well and truly trounced, his honor demanded he service her properly. She may have tricked him with her guile and deception, although he had been the one to unwittingly drink one of the potions she’d brought with her. If he hadn’t been foolish or foolhardy enough to down the cursed brew, he would have surely won and claimed his bits by now - sadly, that was not the case.
Bucking into his face, eagerly toying with her breasts, the mare clamped her thighs around his head. Plunging his tongue into her, he silently prayed that ponies had a g-spot in the same area as diamond dogs. After a moment of probing, his suspicions were confirmed. The unicorn grabbed his hair and simultaneously pulled him deeper as she bore down upon him.
Willing to accept the unicorn’s orgasm as a consolation prize, Alga expertly applied his substantial oral silles against his foe. Judging from the faint tremble in her thighs to the way her breathing changed, the mare had to be close. Going in for the kill, he stroked her clit with his top lip while continuing to caress the erogenous zone with his tongue.
Gasping aloud, her marehood spasmed and painted his face with feminine juices. Closing his eyes, shielding them from the warm cocktail of her nectar and his jizz, he bided his time and waited for her to dismount. As the seconds passed and her shaking subsided, she eased her grip and patted his head.
“Just a few more licks and I promise I’ll let you go. Sweet, merciful Celestia, you diamond dogs have some amazing tongues,” Leech praised. Resting on her knees above him, hoping to get a bit more lip service out of the pint-sized pup, Leech boastfully waggled her hips. “Once you’re done down there, maybe we can take a break and grab a bite before the third round.”
“Mmmph mph?” Alga asked, his question muffled by the plush thighs and drenched snatch against his snout.
“Yeah, third round!” the mare repeated, somehow having understood his incomprehensible query. “Best out of three. We’ve both got a win under our belts, so we’ll have to settle it for those fifty bits.”
Wriggling his head upward, the canine knit his brow. “I’m surprised you have that much honor…”
Leech shrugged, reached down, and gently guided the lad’s face back to her sex. “I’m not that bad - that is, unless you want me to rob you blind and leave you tied naked to a bed,” she tittered, as the canine pressed his tongue into her.
Glowering up at her, hearing her lighthearted giggle, Alga wasn’t sure what to think. Whoever or whatever this creature was, he wasn’t going to underestimate her again. With a third, final round guaranteed, knowing he had one more chance to claim victory and regain his pride, he closed his eyes and focused on the task at hand. With a rematch around the corner, hopefully after a bit of time to recuperate, his mind raced to formulate a strategy against the equine she-devil.
He wasn’t sure how he’d succeed in the herculean endeavor, since he was likely stuck as a femboy for the better part of a day, though he felt sure there had to be a way. Depraved mare or not, Leech certainly had some sort of weakness he could exploit - it was only a matter of finding out what it was and how best to utilize it. He wasn’t opposed to stooping to something underhanded, if nothing else, yet he couldn’t rightly say how. Resigning himself to wait and buy time to think, he stewed on how best to best his amorous adversary…
Alga sat askance, watching the pony sink her teeth into a dripping, medium rare burger. He wasn’t sure what was more disturbing, the fact that the mare hadn’t showered before going out or that the herbivore was nonchalantly eating somewhat undercooked meat. Shaking the thoughts from his head, as his roast beef sandwich arrived at their table, he grimaced.
“Something wrong?” Leech asked, swallowing her bite and tilting her head.
“Does it notbother you that you’re likely leaking seed onto your seat while eating the flesh of another?” Alga countered, picking up his sandwich.
“Pffft - nah. For starters, I like walking around with a load in me - like - it just feels nice. About the meat, I’ve always done it. When you’re out on the streets, you eat what you can,” she responded, before chomping down on her burger.
As perplexing and disgusting as the unicorn’s answers were, Alga had other problems to worry about. They’d gone two rounds with one another and wound up in a deadlock, with each having secured a victory over the other. Under normal circumstances, had he been in possession of his original body, he wouldn’t have been in the predicament - now, occupying the form of a small, relatively slender femboy, he realized he was in trouble.
Lifting his sandwich and giving it a bite, he slowly chewed and considered his options. Given his relatively meager endowment and lack of muscle, his chances of overpowering the mare were slim and none - as such, he’d have to rely on his wits and find a strategic advantage to exploit. Regardless of what he came up with, he’d have to come up with something fast.
“Sup slut,” a voice rang out, causing him to turn.
Sauntering towards the table, sensually swinging his hips from side to side, came a svelte, rather effeminate zebra. Adorned in a pair of booty shorts and crop-top, the standard fair of employees at the establishment, his body was covered in black and white stripes. Brushing his blue streaked mane to the side, he stared at Leech with brilliant golden eyes.
“Haan, you he-bitch, I didn’t know you were working today!” Leech greeted. Abandoning her meal and getting to her feet, she gave the stallion a hug.
“She isn’t bothering you, is she?” Haan asked, grinning down at the seated canine.
“She is, in fact,” Alga huffed, leering up at the mare.
“Haan, this is Alga,” Leech began, waving to the petulant diamond dog. “Alga, this is Haan.”
“Felt like bedding a smaller dude for once, huh?” the zebra laughed.
“I was a mighty bitch of the northlands!” Alga declared, snarling up at the pair of equines. “But your friend tricked me into drinking some infernal potion.”
“Nuh-uh! You did that to yourself, you little mongrel,” the unicorn corrected.
“It’ll wear off, no worries,” Haan chuckled, patting Alga’s shoulder. “Leech might be a tricky floozy, but she’s not that bad - trust me, she’s literally and figuratively screwed me on enough occasions for me to know.”
“I…” Alga trailed off, his mind racing. “Zebra, join me in beating this...this strumpet. When we win, I’ll reward you with twenty bits.”
If the pony whore could play dirty, by the stars, so could he. Since the rules of their competition had been virtually nonexistent, failing to mention the use of any outside objects or substances, so he saw no reason that recruiting some reinforcement wouldn’t be allowed. Staring up at the striped femcolt’s eyes, he held his breath.
“How are you beating her?” Haan sighed, pinching the bridge of his snout.
“We’re having a fuck-off - best two out of three wins. Right now, it’s all tied up with one and one,” Leech explained, taking another sizeable chomp out of her burger. Chewing down the meaty morsel, she clapped her friend’s shoulder. “Dude, if you want to help the little guy, go nuts. You know I’m not opposed to some good ‘ol fashioned two-on-one action.”
The zebra rubbed his chin for a second, before shrugging apathetically. “Fuck it, I’m game. I get off in half an hour; you two can hang out here until I’m done with my shift.”
Alga’s spirits instantly raised when Haan had agreed to the impromptu alliance, though the mare’s shameless admission gave him a moment for pause. With a stallion on his side, his odds of winning had instantly improved exponentially. Surely - surely there would be no way he could lose a second time. Smiling, he extended a hand to his to-be carnal cohort.
“Well then,” Leech snickered, plopping back into her chair, “this just got interesting.”
“Indeed,” Alga murmured, retrieving his sandwich. “Thank you for the meal, by the way. When I defeat you, I’ll subtract the cost from my winnings.”
“Cocky little shit, ain’t ya?” Leech guffawed, slapping the table. “Just don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched. Haan’s a damn good guy, don’t get me wrong, but he tends to be a bit more apt at bottoming.”
“Even if that is the case, I’ll find something to…” he trailed off, watching the mare fight back laughter. “What’s so amusing.”
“Dude,” she tittered, “Haan’s gay as hell. Sure, he might play for both teams, but he prefers dudes.”
Alga’s heart sunk and his mouth hung agape. “You’re not serious…”
“Dead serious, but don’t sweat it,” Leech assured, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “I’ll make this round as fair as I can, I promise.”
Though he was highly skeptical of the dubious assertion, there was little Alga could do. Even if he was beaten again, at least he would have gotten a meal out of the unfortunate afternoon. Propping his elbows on the table, considering which tactics he and the supposedly subby stallion could employ against his foe, he quietly ate his meal.
Between the entree, sides, and a dessert Leech had ordered, their half-hour wait flew by in no time flat. After Haan punched out and joined them, the three proceeded back to Alga’s hotel for the main event. As the two equines chatted and joked, his preparatory machinations started to come together. Between a clever use of bondage, oral, and teasing, his victory would be practically guaranteed.
“Here we are,” he stated, unlocking the door and allowing his guests to enter.
“I’m gonna freshen up real quick, be right back,” Leech chirped, skipping across the room and towards the lavatory.
“Haan,” the canine whispered, conspiratorially waving the stallion closer, “if you know of any weaknesses for besting her, I’m all ears. As it stands, simply follow my lead.”
The zebra shrugged yet again, seemingly uncaring about the entire affair. Casually stripping from his skin-tight attire, he eyed the slender diamond dog. “Honestly, we’re probably fucked - like - in every way. I’ve seen her get gang-banged by an entire hive of changelings before passing out.”
Pausing, with his shorts half-way down his legs, Alga gulped. “Y...you’re joking.”
“Nope,” Haan murmured, untying his shoes. “This one time, the crazy bitch downed a pot of royal jelly and ended up going through dozens of drones before she was screwed into a coma.”
“That’s…” Alga fell silent, hearing the bathroom door open behind him. Spinning around, after kicking his trunks to the side, he was greeted by a wholly unexpected sight.
“Yeah, I know, I’m just as hot this way,” Leech giggled, parading towards the pair.
Buck naked and even shorter than before, the unicorn was no longer a buxom, bubbly mare - instead, having apparently dosed herself with one of the potions she’d brought with herself, she was now a he. Lithe and still remarkably feminine, despite the little colthood at his groin, his broad hips were magnified by his deliciously flat chest. Traipsing over to the zebra, without a shred of shame, he sank to his knees and popped the striped stallion’s semi-rigid length into his muzzle.
It took the diamond dog a second to process what was going on, but he swiftly leapt into action. There were any number of reasons as to why Leech would have transformed herself into a femcolt, although he suspected wanton degeneracy was a leading factor. Scampering behind the unicorn, he bent over and flung his opponent onto the bed.
With a resounding Pomf, Leech landed on the mattress. “W...what are we gonna do on the bed?” he coyly asked, feigning innocence.
“You’re not getting the upper hand this time!” Alga barked. Glancing to his ally and noticing the substantial erection at his groin, he pointed to the supine femcolt. “You take his face, I’ll claim his ass.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Haan muttered. Stepping to the bedside, while Leech repositioned himself to lay width-wise across the mattress, he stroked his length.
The harlot-turned-incubus lifted and splayed his legs, as soon as Alga crawled onto the bed. It appeared as though the pony was either used to traipsing about as a marish stallion or that he was enthusiastic to begin - either way, he was about to get a tag-team rutting. Shuffling forward on his knees, the canine grabbed the unicorn’s ankles and got into position.
As his eyes wandered over the femcolt below, drinking in every feature, he smirked. Contrasted against his equipment, Leech’s stallionhood, if it could even be called that, was downright puny - hell, even partially hard, the damn thing could’ve passed for a floppy clit! With his confidence bolstered, seeing Haan guide himself to the pony’s maw, he angled the spear-like tip of his cock to his prey’s tush.
Nudging the silken, pronounced pucker with the tip of his shaft, he set his resolve. Driving his hips forward, he steadily impaled the unicorn’s taut hole. By the stars, Leech’s ass was even tighter than her throat had been! As much as he would have liked to relish the snug, inviting confines of his enemy, he couldn’t afford the distraction - not when his reputation and fifty bits were at stake! Biting his lip, as his knot bumped against the supple ring of flesh, he drew a breath and started thrusting.
Much like the diamond dog, Haan wasted no time. Sitting on his heels, with nearly half of his stallionhood in pony’s snout, he languidly bucked into his friend’s face. Pinned between the two, the unicorn hungrily slurped and tongued the zebra’s cock - moreover, he reached up and pawed at the little striped stud’s hips.
Even as a guy, Leech’s penchant for the depraved was as terrifying as it was awe inspiring. Unmolested as it was, his colthood swelled and flopped against his belly. Rocked back and forth, jostled by his pair of lovers, he needily clenched his backdoor in tune with the canine’s plunges.
Staring down, watching the obsidian donut of flesh cling to his dick, Alga gradually increased his pace. As heavenly as it felt, easily as good or better than the marehood he’d plundered not but an hour or two earlier, it forced him to concentrate. Releasing the stallion’s ankles and resting them on his shoulders, he leaned forward and pressed his hands to the unicorn’s torso.
“I wonder if these are just as sensitive,” he whispered, twisting the pair of onyx nipples on his foe’s chest.
Leech writhed and squirmed in place, as his fingers sank into Haan’s bucking hips. Though the effeminate stallion tried to moan out, the only sounds to escape him were a series of muted gags and sputtering groans. Paired with the spectacle of his throat being swabbed and tush being railed, the lewd noises brought a new sensory level to the scene.
Staring down at the femcolt’s chest, stealing the occasional glance at the cocklette of a stallionhood slapping against the pony’s toned belly, Alga chuckled to himself. The first bead of pre-cum had begun to form on the tip of Leech’s pitiable length, a sure sign of success, yet something seemed amiss. It was only when he noticed how little resistance his knot was meeting did he realize what was wrong.
While he pinched the sensitive buds of flesh, something peculiar happened. Instead of reflexively gripping around his pistoning length, Leech’s backdoor had actually loosened substantially. Though it was a subtle change, having taken him some time to fully perceive, it didn’t go unnoticed. After relaxing his grip and allowing several seconds to pass, he repeated the experiment to the same effect.
Leaning in, the zebra placed his hands atop the pony’s own and began plowing the unicorn’s muzzle. Left face to face with his striped guest, Alga couldn’t decide where to look - there were just so many enticing sights to see. Leech’s bulging throat, Haan’s heavily lidded eyes, his tool pounding into his opponent - truly, there were too many enchanting options to choose from. Biting his lip, feeling the femcolt constrict around his knot, the decision was robbed from him.
Balancing on one arm, Haan reached up, tenderly stroked the diamond dog’s face, and drew him into a kiss. Caught unawares, the canine only resisted for a heartbeat before closing his eyes and reciprocating. Unlike Leech, who’d lacked a passionate note to love-making, the striped stud seemed more than capable of applying a more tender tone of sensuality.
Groaning into his allies mouth, feeling the long, muscular tongue entwine with his own, Alga realized all too late that he was losing himself to the moment. Rearing back, with his motions slowing, he glared at the zebra. It wasn’t like he hadn’t enjoyed the affection - quite the opposite, in fact; he’d liked it a little too much.
Haan shot him a wounded glance, before flicking the mane from his face. “Not a fan of kissing, huh?”
“No, I - Rrrrr!” Alga growled, his temper flaring. “We’re supposed to make him cum!” he groused, nodding down at the spit-roasted pony.
Shaking his head, Haan pursed his lips and exhaled. “Honey, one dick in his ass will not be enough for her - er - him.”
Hearing the rather disheartening assertion, the canine’s eyes went alight. “Then what about two dicks?” he conspiratorially breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
It was very much a eureka moment. As Leech was, with not but two holes to service, only one entrance held any chance of pushing the unicorn over the edge. As Haan and Alga looked to one another, with smiles steadily splitting their muzzles, their motions ground to a halt. Moving in tandem, they unsheathed themselves from the femcolt beneath them and pushed themselves up.
“Why’d you stop?” Leech bleated, casting a heartbroken look at the two. “I mean - fuck - even if you two want to throw in the towel, I’ll be pissed if I don’t get a load on or preferably in me from the both of you.”
“Just a change in position, nothing to be concerned about,” Alga coolly replied. Spinning around and seating himself on the edge of the mattress, with his legs hanging off the side, he reclined onto his back. “I wanted to see if you can pull off cowgirl as a boy.”
Rolling his eyes, Leech got to his knees and eyed the two. “If you wanted to see my little prick flopping around, you could’ve just asked. I presume you want the first pony ride?” he inquired, eyeing the throbbing pole of nearby puppy meat.
Alga nodded and shot the unicorn a wink. “Yes. Haan can have sloppy seconds, after I’m done ruining that hole of yours.”
“Quite the charmer,” Leech snickered. Swinging one leg over the diamond dog’s hip and getting into position, he teased the pointed cock-head with his entrance. Smiling sweetly down at her partner, he lowered his hips and buried the canine’s cock in his ass in one long, smooth, lazy motion. “You know,” he cooed, bringing his hips to the pup’s face, “I always wanted a big, strong puppy.”
Before Alga could ask what Leech was on about, he was making out with the unicorn. The kiss couldn’t have occurred at a worse time and it caused his heart to skip a beat. Having only just gotten a taste of some tender loving from Haan, his body responded immediately. Wrapping one arm around the femcolt’s back, he pressed his hips up and hilted. Sadly, as soon as the affection had started, the femcolt retreated.
“Mmmmmm,” Leech hummed, rearing back and eagerly bouncing the diamond dog.
Employing every tactic he had prior, when he’d ridden the canine as a mare, the unicorn was merciless. The pony’s control over his backdoor was insane, to the point where the hole felt damn near virginal when he clamped down. Physical capabilities aside, Leech put on as much of a show as he could - biting his lip, moaning, rocking his waist and causing his tool to wobble about; somehow, it was even hotter now that he was a guy!
Nearly ensnared by the veritable feast for the senses, Alga remembered that his pride and fifty bits were on the line. Slipping his hand to the femcolt’s groin, he wrapped three of his digits around the wildly flailing stallionhood before him. Though his attempts were ill-timed and amateurish at first, considering he’d never fucked someone while stroking them off, he eventually found his rhythm.
“Noooo!” Leech wailed, increasing the speed of his pounding hips. “Not my clit!”
Whether or not the pony had suffered a slip of the tongue or intended to refer to his dicklette as a clit meant next to nothing - regardless, the admission pushed Alga closer to the edge. Dominating another female was fine, conquering a male was all well and good, but rutting a submissive, effeminate twink - by the stars - that inexplicably got his motor running. Cranking the puny colthood, as he wantonly screwed the mewling unicorn, his heart thundered in his chest.
“You might want to pace yourself,” Haan whispered, having crept up and brought his muzzle to the canine’s ear.
The comment caused Alga to start, since he’d nearly lost himself to the sinful siren’s song of his succubus-turned-incubus mate. Turning his head to face the striped stallion, he tersely nodded. There was no fucking way he’d lose again, now that he got some backup. Watching the pony bounce and wiggle on his crotch, he noticed Haan surreptitiously strut around behind his carnal nemesis.
Easing his pace, as a pair of striated hands wormed around Leech’s chest, the corners of his lips turned up. Bit by bit, the zebra’s snout appeared and draped itself over the femcolt’s shoulder. The time had come to enact his hastily laid plan of derriere destruction; he just hoped it would be enough to tip the odds in his favor.
“Leeeeeeeeech,” Haan purred, kissing his way up the pony’s neck.
Leech’s enthusiasm dulled, though it didn’t die completely, as he looked over to his friend. Shivering, likely feeling the blunted tip of zebra meat prodding his occupied rump, a look of abject betrayal crossed his face. “Et tu, Haan…Et tuuuuuuUUUU OH FUCK!”
The femcolt’s pleading whimper shifted into a squeal of delight, as the zebra’s stallionhood drove against his stuffed hole. Though the cock in his ass wasn’t the biggest by any margin, the addition of another tool ratcheted up the intensity exponentially. Hosting more length and girth than the diamond dog, Haan’s member fought its way inside Leech’s backside.
Watching his foe’s reaction to the secondary intrusion was cathartic to a fault, yet he could only savor it momentarily. His own length, knotted within the pony, was steadily joined by his ally’s rather substantial shaft. Feeling the zebra’s stallionhood grinding against the sensitive underside of his prick was bad enough, but the additional snugness of the unicorn’s well occupied depths sent waves of pleasure through him.
Giving himself the briefest moment to appreciate the sight of Leech’s eyes rolling back, Alga grabbed the femcolt’s hips and resumed fucking his mate. Haan needed no prompting, joining in mere seconds after the canine. Taking their time to synchronize their movements, the pair soon found their rhythm. Like twin pistons in an engine, they alternated thrusting into the groaning pony.
“Sweet Celestia, right there,” the unicorn howled, arching his back and rocking back to meet them.
Curling his lip and setting his brow, Alga was not to be outdone. Despite having a duo of dongs in his backside, the infernal pony still endured. Pounding away, along with his zebra partner, he squeezed and stroked the femcolt’s prick. The additional stimulation of double-penetrating the unicorn was a double edged sword and, like it or not, his fortitude gradually slipped away.
For all intents and purposes, the three were locked in carnal combat. Though each struggled to maintain themselves and conquer the others, there was simply no way to deny the raw, unfettered bliss of the threesome. Haan and Alga were clearly taking the assertive roles in the event, yet Leech definitely wasn’t a quitter. Lurching forward, like a cornered animal, he struck.
Without any warning or fanfare, the femcolt pressed his face to the dog’s chest. Licking and kissing, whispering sweet nothings, his muzzle wandered to one of the dainty pink nipples and bit down. Alga gasped and shuddered, as the mingling of pain and pleasure sent bolts through his system. With few other options left, knowing that to relent would be his downfall, he screwed his eyes shut and doubled down.
Jackhammering away, he abandoned the steady rhythm he and the zebra had adopted. Jamming his entire length into the pony, taking care to position his throbbing knot against Leech’s prostate, he savagely bucked his hips. It was a final gambit, a risky move which would result in victory or defeat, yet it was all he had.
Balancing himself on his elbows, Leech became a symphony of motion. His hands played with the pup’s chest and teats, his packed ass somehow managed to massage and knead the twin dicks within him, and he persisted in nibbling and gently biting the diamond dog’s neck and collar. Using every weapon at his disposal, he sought for nothing more than to utterly crush the pair railing him.
Haan joined in, possibly sensing the desperation or simply nearing his limit. As he buried his medial ring into the pony’s backdoor, the thick band of flesh nestled almost perfectly against the canine’s swelling bulb of cock-flesh. Whether through coincidence or sheer dumb luck, it was the finishing touch for the depraved scene.
All three cried out, roaring and whorishly braying to the heavens, as they reached the crescendo of their perverse orchestra. Each quaked and trembled like mad, driven past the brink and into the undeniable sea of ecstasy. Their muscles seized, their voices raised, and seed flowed freely from them each, yet it was impossible to say who had climaxed first.
The twin length’s in Leech’s ass exploded, sending a heady cocktail of cum rushing into his depths, while his colthood gushed and sputtered spunk onto Alga’s belly. The combined loads of the diamond dog and zebra were like a tsunami, rushing into him and causing his abdomen to swell with the influx. Collapsing onto the canine, his legs kicked out and inadvertently sent Haan tumbling forward.
Pinned beneath the striped stud and the slutty incubus, Alga could do little more than heave air into his lungs. The euphoria was nearly overpowering, almost like a warm, inviting blanket, though he couldn’t bring himself to rest - not before determining the victor. Trying and failing to wriggle free, even though he was still firmly knotted within his enemy, he craned his head up.
“W...who - Cough - came first?” he wheezed, glancing between the two equines.
“Fuck if I know, but that was one hell of a lay,” Haan murmured, snuggling against the unicorn’s back.
“Uno mas,” Leech drunkenly demanded, looking down at the pup.
As easy as it would have been for Alga to have claimed the win, he felt torn. He truthfully couldn’t tell who had been the first to climax, given how chaotically rapturous the finale had been. Throwing his arms wide and staring up at the ceiling, he slowly exhaled. A win, a loss, and a tie - just fucking peachy.
There could and most assuredly would be some way to break the deadlock, although that could wait. Having gone through several rounds of screwing, a sex-swap transformation, and an impulsive threesome with a zebra he’d only just met, he was well and truly spent. Perhaps after a shower and a refreshing night’s sleep, they could discuss it and come to a consensus - after all, even though he’d known Leech for less than a day, he felt sure the pony would be wanting to settle the score...
“I just want you two to know, I take no pleasure weaning something so unbecoming...” Alga griped, tugging at the delicate string of his thong.
“I mean, if you want to go on stage in a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt, be my guest. Just don’t act surprised when I mop the floor with you,” Leech tittered.
Adorned in a matching set of vivid green fishnet leggings and arm sleeves, with his caged prick concealed beneath a comedically short skirt, the unicorn was clearly attempting to maximize his sleazy appeal. Besides his questionable garb, or lack thereof, he’d gone so far as to anoint himself with emerald lipstick and put on a pair of stiletto heels. He could easily be mistaken for a street walker - then again Haan wasn’t much better.
Wearing a skin-tight tube top and a pair of booty shorts with the word Juicy emblazoned on the seat, his getup wasn’t quite as bad as the pony’s. For all intents and purposes, he appeared as though he was just another twink going for a night out on the town. Standing up, after tying his sneakers, he brushed the tri-color strands of draped mane from his face and peered over at his companions.
Shuffling towards the standing mirror, Alga took a good look at himself. His outfit was somewhere between what Leech and Haan were wearing - in that it was intended to gain attention and elicit lust from onlookers. Back before he’d alchemically metamorphosed into a femboy, he wouldn’t have dared wear a micro-bikini - now, as an exceedingly effeminate pup, the revealing swimwear was somehow even more degenerate than it otherwise would have been. Adjusting the fabric over his groin, ensuring his chaste package was fully concealed, he scrunched his snout.
While casually discussing how they would dress themselves, the topic of chastity had come up. Leech felt adamant that superior bottom-bitches could and should lock up their equipment as some sort of depraved show of imperious submission. Haan had argued against restraining one’s loins, happy to show off his relatively impressive bulge and preferring his stallionhood to hang free. Caught between the two, Alga deferred to the unicorn’s seemingly unending carnal knowledge and restrained his equipment.
With his balls encircled and his cock imprisoned, his package was virtually useless - still, given that he had no intention of fucking anyone that day, it wasn’t all that important. Formed of a smooth, rubberized material, the cage covered his prick and would prevent him from getting an erection. He’d always assumed they were dreadfully uncomfortable, yet once it really wasn’t all that bad.
He’d hoped to wake up that morning with his normal, alpha-bitch body; sadly, that wasn’t the case. His small, relatively androgynous form was still with him until the elixir’s effects wore off. His physique wasn’t his biggest problem - no, that was due to the stalemate from the competition between himself and the unicorn. Caught in a stalemate with the whorish pony, his zebra associate had offered a curious proposition.
Instead of trying to fuck each other over literally, they could fuck each other over metaphorically. Apparently, there was a strip-joint in town which would allow a battle of the bulges - as it were. The trio would strut their stuff on stage, before a crowd of horny onlookers, and attempt to win the hearts, boners, and bits of the attendees. It was a novel concept and, if Haan was correct, it would easily net the winner well over fifty bits.
Intrigued and with little else to do, until the infernal elixir wore off, Alga agreed to the offer. After a well deserved night’s rest, the trio convened at the zebra’s apartment. Haan had, once again, proven himself as an invaluable asset, allowing the pony and the svelte diamond dog to borrow from his rather extensive supply of slutty costumes and accessories. Once they’d enjoyed a light breakfast and some coffee, courtesy of their striped host, the three selected their outfits and made ready for the event.
It wasn’t like Alga had wanted to dress in something so exhibitionistic but, after he’d seen what Leech was wearing, he felt he had no choice. If showing off his body and provocatively prancing about a stage would secure him a victory, he’d swallow his pride and put on the best seductive act he could muster. Though he had next to no experience with stripping, he felt sure that an exotic diamond dog would be quite the spectacle in a predominantly pony village.
As prepared as they’d ever be, decked out like a trio of floozies, the competitors made their way towards the club. While it may have been an odd hour for such an event, only just around noon, Haan assured them there would be clientele ready and eager for the show. What with passengers from the railways coming and going, the varying shifts of laborers in town, and the regular stream of trading caravans, pent-up males were almost always in attendance.
A brief walk to the outskirts of town brought them to their destination. The venue itself, a seedy little nudie bar called Traps N’ Tappers, was nothing to write home about. Most of the building was occupied by a large, open room with enough seating to accommodate close to a hundred lost souls. The key feature was a large dance state, equipped with a triad of poles, which sat opposite of a bar.
Like the zebra had said, there were roughly two or three dozen patrons already inside chatting among themselves and idly watching a spectacled unicorn lazily gyrate under a spotlight. The fact that there was already a horned pony performing was a bit of good luck, seeing as how the onlookers shouldn’t get too excited by seeing a second magic-wielding equine so shortly afterwards. Turning his head and seeing Haan talking with what appeared to be a manager, Alga and Leech joined their striped companion.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” the zebra said, nodding to the three poles. “We each get a spot and up to thirty minutes to give a show. Any bits or cash within our area gets counted towards our total. Whoever makes the most wins all the earnings,” he instructed, looking between his two contenders.
“I’ll get the center one,” Alga asserted, hellbent on claiming the best of the three spots.
“Guess I’ll take right. That group of beefy changelings looks like they’d want some pony ass,” Leech whispered. Licking his lips, he waved at the gang of bug-horses.
Haan simply shrugged. “I’ll take left. Let’s just promise that the winner takes the losers out for drinks and dinner tonight,” he muttered. Extending his arm between them, he smiled.
“I’m game for that!” the unicorn chirped, thrusting his hand forward.
Alga nodded and put his paw atop Leech and Haan’s own. Regardless of who won, the promise of a meal and shared drink was strikingly noble and would hopefully prevent any bad blood between them. Inferior equines or not, the zebra and unicorn had proven themselves to be slightly more respectable than he’d first assumed. Giving a brief shake and glancing to one another, they parted ways and strolled to their agreed upon places.
“And that was Specs!” a voice boomed, eliciting a halfhearted applause from the attendees. “Now we’re going to break from the schedule just a bit, but I’m sure everyone will have something to look forward to. We’ve got three little minxes ready to shake their stuff in a little competition! Just toss your tips at them and show them a little love!”
Upon seeing Alga, Haan, and Leech traipse onto the stage, the energy in the room almost immediately shifted. Not only were there a trio of bodies on display, but each had their own appeal. Before they could even reach their poles, several members of the audience started moving to different tables to get closer to their preferred entertainer. As the lights dimmed and the stage went alight, a bass-heavy tune cut through the air.
Pausing, quite literally put on the spot, Alga locked up. He’d never in his life put on any sort of lewd show before and he suffered because of it. All his careful forethought and planning went right out the window, as he numbly looked out over the assembly - that was, until a din of shouts and whistles to his left caused him to turn.
Spinning around the pole, with one knee locked around the chromed pillar, Leech leaned back and threw his arms above his head. It was actually an impressive sight, requiring substantial core and leg strength, yet it was only a prelude for what was to come. Coming to a dead stop and facing from his viewers, the unicorn squatted down, lifted his skirt, and unveiled his locked up prick.
Haan wasted no time either, drawing hollers and catcalls for himself. In contrast to the high-energy music, he slowly and sensually stretched and contorted at the stage’s edge. Reaching out and whispering sultry promises to the spectators, he capitalized on interacting with the crowd. Having features that would appeal to both tops and bottoms, the zebra’s striped body was almost universally charming.
Snapping to and taking a deep breath, Alga focused and began his routine. Hopping in place and wheeling around, he bent forward at the waist and splayed his legs. Offering a sublime view of his backside and neatly stowed bulge, gradually drawing a hand up his inner leg, he peered back and winked at the onlookers. The nods of approval and sinful mutterings he garnered were more than enough to motivate him.
Strutting to the pole and grabbing it with one hand, the pup lazily paraded around the thin column to fully display himself. Only when he’d completed a full revolution, allowing anyone and everyone to see what goods he had to offer, did he come to a stop. Gripping the shaft and thrusting into it, he ground his groin against the polished surface.
Spying two of the patrons wave their friends over, away from the zebra’s show, he grinned to himself. He was actually doing pretty well, even for a novice dancer. Emboldened, he spun around, placed his shoulder to the pole, and thrust into the air. Although he had the body of a bottom, he couldn’t have folks knowing he wasn’t capable of being a top.
Lavished with praise and shouts from the throng, his confidence soared. Sadly, his self-assurance was all too fleeting. The throng to his left unleashed a deafening roar, with several of the guys leaping from their chairs to throw cash on the stage. Confused, Alga glanced over to see what had caused the commotion.
Leech, having discarded his skirt, had shamelessly stripped down to nothing - well, next to nothing. Standing tall and bracing himself against his pole, the unicorn lifted his leg to display his groin and ass. Besides the gleaming cage, something glittered between the twin globes of his rump. Somehow, at some point or another, he’d lodged a jeweled plug into his ass.
Gritting his teeth, absolutely pissed that the little strumpet was already resorting to dirty tactics, a ruckus from Alga’s right caused him to turn. Standing at the platform’s edge, with his stallionhood and ripe nuts swaying freely, Haan reached out and lovingly pulled one of the viewers to his crotch. The twin tactics of using sex toys and involving the crowd came as a small shock, though he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet.
If the competition could resort to cheap tricks and underhanded tactics, so could he. Sinking to his knees and crawling forward, Alga singled out a particularly enamored griffon from the crowd. Reaching out, his fingers danced along the feathered stud’s beak and down his neck. Just as the bird-horse took a step forward, he began to move in reverse and beckon the stallion onto the stage.
Bumping against the pole with his leg, he got to his feet and faced the volunteer. The poor guy was clearly too worked up to care about being part of the act, but that suited the pup’s purposes just fine. Gently grabbing the avian’s hands and leading him to the pillar, he leaned forward and backed his tush to his helper’s groin.
Inviting a participant into the spotlight was apparently just what the doctor ordered. The audience went wild; bucks young and old showered the stage with capital, hoping desperately to be selected to take part in the show. With the sounds of clattering bits and whoops of jubilation ringing in his ears, the diamond dog flashed a smile.
His only complaint was that the cage locked to his package was becoming increasingly annoying. Getting more than a little turned on by all of the attention, his body responded - at least it tried to respond. His dick struggled against its bonds, straining in vain to grow erect, yet the chastity device held firm. It was a bit annoying, although it would be a small price to pay to achieve victory.
If Alga had known that involving a second party would get folks that excited, he would have done it from the start. Grinding his ass against the griffon’s crotch was a bit embarrassing, although the thrill he felt far surpassed any humiliation. Regardless of whether he was a titanic woman or nubile femboy, his charm was undeniable. Closing his eyes and relishing the applause, things took an unfortunate and rather jarring turn.
At some point or another, Leech had sauntered over to intervene with the pup’s act. Resting his cheek on the canine’s rump and pulling the thong aside, he reached out and nonchalantly unzipped the griffon’s pants. Peering over his shoulder, seeing the rather sizeable chimeric cock flop free and into the cleft of his behind, Alga gulped.
He was stricken by two diametrically opposed notions - he could either flee, running off stage, or let the scene unfold. Frozen like a deer in the headlights, he watched the promiscuous pony raise a bottle of lube and douse his tush with the gooey substance. The suddenness of it all left him unable to react and, unfortunately for him, his indecision cost him dearly.
“There...we...go…” Leech purred, guiding the spear-like tip of griffon dick to the diamond dog’s entrance.
The feathered stud, having been given an invitation to sate himself, wasted no time and steadily plunged into the pint-sized pup’s backdoor. Alga gasped, shivering from head to toe, at the intrusion. Instinctively bracing himself, screwing his eyes shut and trying to stay relaxed, something damn near magical happened. As the fat tool ground deeper into him, his prostate was accosted.
The sensation was as wonderful as it was alien. He’d had anal sex before, as a woman, yet this was completely and utterly different. The closest thing he could equate it to was having his g-spot stimulated. Titillating waves of pleasure washed over him, causing his heart to skip a beat and increasing the pressure within his cock-cage. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he bucked back against the beaked stallion.
“Feels great, doesn’t it?” Leech giggled, causing him to look upwards.
Facing away from him, on the opposite side of the pole, the unicorn grasped the pillar and hauled his lower half into the air. It wasn’t until Alga noticed a second, significantly larger figure stepping over did he realize what the pony was doing. The changeling drone walking between the femcolt’s splayed legs was tall and relatively athletic, yet that wasn’t the most interesting thing of note; the large bug-horse was already naked from the waist down.
“How about you lube me up a little bit, Hot Stuff.” Leech cooed.
Without skipping a beat, the shapeshifter knelt down, removed the plug from Leech’s backside, and pressed his muzzle into the pony’s rear. Watching the unicorn get rimmed would have been a captivating sight, had Alga not had his own issues to worry about. As a pair of rough, calloused hands settled on his hips, the real fucking began.
Being quite literally manhandled and screwed, while a bit demeaning, felt ridiculously good. Holding the pole with one hand to steady himself, he reached back and smacked his tush. The loud CLAP drove the crowd into a frenzy, as the audience watched the pair get serviced. Arching his back and stifling a whimper, while the griffon’s length ground over his tender p-spot, the unicorn wasn’t as restrained.
Theatrically moaning to the heavens, Leech demanded the same treatment as his competitor. Standing and sinking his brightly colored stallionhood into the pony, the changeling helped himself to the femcolt’s slickened pucker. No sooner had half of the drone’s shaft plunged into his mate than the unicorn struck.
Wrapping his legs around the shapeshifter’s waist, Leech impaled himself on his partner. Pressed chest to chest, indifferent to all the shouting and commotion around them, the two started loudly and rather messily making out. It seemed rather silly, given where they were, but the display definitely seemed appreciated. With more cash being flung in the unicorn’s direction, the canine grimaced.
“H...hey,” Alga softly barked, causing the griffon to slow, “you want to rut me in a mating press?”
The bird horse simply smiled and enthusiastically nodded, almost immediately stepping back and withdrawing his turgid length. Almost instinctively, the pup reached back and ran a finger around his backdoor. While he wasn’t gaping too badly, the feeling of being empty almost seemed to ascend the physical. Steeling his resolve, determined to win, he knelt to the ground and rolled onto his back. As he swung his legs open and cast his arms wide, the griffon obligingly joined him.
The infuriatingly glorious sensation of having his prostate toyed with was magnified several times over by the change in positioning. Planting his feet and raising his waist, he allowed his assistant easy access to his increasingly battered hole. As he stared down his chest, stomach, and bobbing imprisoned prick, his eyes rolled back.
It was a curiously vexing situation to be caught in. On one hand, he was currently incapable of getting a boner and the discomfort was steadily mounting - on the other, the raw thrill of being watched and the sensation of his newfound male anatomy drove him onward. It was only when he noticed a bead of pre-cum dangling from his cage did it finally make sense - if he wanted to cum, he’d have to cum like a bitch.
“Harder,” he whined, bucking his hips to meet his partner’s thrusts.
Begging was almost always a sure-fire way to work a crowd, yet Alga was being brutally honest. He wanted to blow a load and he wanted to win - if that meant acting like a total cock slut, so be it. Draping his head back, his body rocking by the increasing force of his assistant’s movements, he realized that Haan had joined them and become a bit more involved.
Resting in a deep squat, before an absolute titan of a yak, the zebra fingered his ass and fellated the shaggy bovine. The slender length of his stallionhood hung partially flaccid, although it was already leaking pre-cum to the floor. Even though it was just an act of oral, the spectators were absolutely loving it. Apparently watching a twink finger-bang himself while sucking a dude off was a crowd-pleaser.
Leech continued to bounce and wriggle on the changeling’s pistoning stallionhood, although they’d shuffled around a bit. With his back to the audience, allowing anyone and everyone to see the vivid shaft plunging in and out of his obsidian pucker, he’d periodically roll his head and mewl or plead for more. Honestly, if it was an act, the damn pony deserved an award for the performance - then again, there was a pretty good chance it was just his whorish nature.
Alga’s attention on his fellow competitors was woefully short lived, as his legs were abruptly wrenched out from beneath him. With one ankle in each hand, the griffon leaned over him and torqued his feet to either side of his head. As unsettling as the unexpected adjustment was, it didn’t hold a candle to when his partner’s hips drove forward.
Even if he wasn’t pinned, the undeniable rapture of being fucked in such a way would have left him unable to move. The angle of his mate’s plunges, the exceedingly rare circumstance of being physically overpowered, and the sight of the griffon’s domineering smile shattered his composure. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something bewilderingly and frustratingly enchanting about being used in such a demeaning fashion.
Seemingly of its own volition, his body went into overdrive. The breath hitched in his throat, his heart thundered in his chest, and his stuffed backside fiercely clenched around the avian intruder. Despite lacking even the slightest bit of contact, barring its hardened prison, his prick drooled onto his chest and stomach.
Lack of dick stimulation notwithstanding, he could instinctively tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. A sublime pressure and heat permeated throughout his interior, brought on by the griffon’s jackhammering cock, which threatened to overwhelm his senses. Any shred of discomfort was gone and he was finding it hard not to think about anything but being plowed. It was almost as if his mind was melting, devastated by the carnal pleasures of being the eye of a licentious storm.
At some point or another, his priorities shifted entirely. Fuck the money, fuck the fact that he was getting railed out in front of a group of horny onlookers, all he gave a damn about was submitting to the new and amazing feeling welling up inside of him. With his stuffed pucker repeated battered by his partner’s massive knot, he cast his head back and gave voice to his perverse desires.
“Breed me!!!” he yowled, teetering on the brink.
Upon hearing the plea, through sheer coincidence or being pushed over the edge, the griffon did just that. With a triumphant snort and a mighty plunge, the bulbous root of his cock battered its way into the canine. Immediately after driving into the snug, warm confines, the avian’s length swelled and locked into place; in the blink of an eye afterwards, a raging tsunami of spunk coursed through his pulsing shaft.
Just Alga reached his limit, something magical. As caught up as he was, reveling in the divine rapture and exhilaration of being screwed before the audience, he didn’t realize who had moved over to join him. As a pair of full, luscious lips pressed against his own, he cracked an eye open. None other than Haan rested above him.
Situated on all fours, while being plowed doggy style, the zebra had somehow managed to join his comrades. Closing his eyes, the striped stud’s tongue wormed into the canine’s mouth. It couldn’t have come at a more serendipitous time. Groaning into one another, as they were ruthlessly plowed, the pair came.
Haan’s spunk erupted from his untouched, twitching length, while Alga’s caged prick sputtered and dribbled seed over his torso and neck. The crowd went absolutely mad, lobbing money around and onto the performers - hell, one or two of the patrons had taken to flagrantly getting off to the climactic climaxes. It was as perfect as it was depraved, with all the performers achieving release and raking in a considerable amount of loot.
Alga couldn’t say how long he laid there, or when the griffon had withdrawn and departed, yet it must have been at least a few minutes. Rolling to his side, feeling his abused and exceptionally tender pucker leaking jizz, he groaned. While he’d felt fantastic during the heat of the moment, he was left feeling weary, sticky, sore, and slightly mortified.
“Hey, Alga, are you still with us?” Leech asked, squatting down and offering his hand to the groggy pup.
“This land is cursed,” Alga croaked. Unsteadily getting his feet under himself, he stood and nearly toppled over. Thankfully, the unicorn was there to lend him a shoulder. “I’ve been humiliated, my ass hurts, I’m still a male, and some random griffon’s essence has been deposited in my behind.”
“Fair...Fair…” Leech hummed, nodding thoughtfully. “But let me offer a few counterpoints. Nobody knows what you really look like, so your humiliation can and will be a secret. Your tender tushy will heal, the potion will wear off, and that ‘essence’,” he continued, making air quotes with one hand, “will be out of you before long. All that aside, I think you’re missing the best part…”
Studying the pony and waiting for him to continue, Alga’s patience waned. “What best part?”
“We just scored what has to be close to a grand - hell, maybe more!” the unicorn chirped. Clapping the diamond dog’s shoulder and tittering like a school filly, he pulled the canine close. “You can have my part of the earnings, so long as we can get some takeout and maybe a few drinks later.”
Raising his finger to protest, yet failing to find any real fault with the pony’s logic, Alga stared over at the horned creature. “You are...odd…”
“Nah,” Leech giggled, bringing his muzzle to the pup’s ear, “I’m just Leech.”
Tired, sullied, and with no distinguishable victor among the three, the Alga and Leech painstakingly gathered their earnings, paid the proprietor a meager cleaning fee, then limped and hobbled back to the hotel. Haan, living on the opposite side of town, had taken his cut, promised to meet back up with them later, and bid them adieu. Ignoring the askance and shocked townsfolk they shambled by, snickering and joking amongst themselves, the diamond dog and unicorn were back at the lodging in no time flat.
“You want to shower together? Trust me, trying to wash drying nut from between your shoulders can be a real pain in the ass,” Leech offered, shuffling towards the restroom.
Rolling his eyes, Alga weakly snarled to himself. “Did you have to use that phrase?” he grumbled, being reminded of his tender rear.
Looking over at his host, the unicorn burst into laughter. “Alga, you crazy bitch, you’re alright for a dog.”
“I…” the pup trailed off. The faintest smile graced his lips, as he eventually met the pony’s sparkling, cat-like eyes. “And you’re not that bad for a pony…”
