Diamond Dog Double Dealings

“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…”