Diamond Dog Double Dealings

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…