Diamond Dog Double Dealings

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 not bother 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.

“Deep breath,” Haan instructed, drawing Alga’s attention away.

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...