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He could see it in bold, purple, bulging balloon-like letters.

'Jerry Dunz, grandson of Frederick Dunz now introduces a special show. A show of love, dedication, loyalty, and vicious jealousy. May I now pronounce you horny and yiffy in our first season installment of,

'"Who wants to marry a Macro stud?".'

This was his latest jem, and it was quite the project. Darryl Gossan and his little unicorn friend had been invited and accepted the proposal-little did either of them know what was in store; this was Who wants to marry a Macro stud: Temptation isle, where, if either of them weren't careful, they could be seduced away from each other by the several dozen or so selected candidates, and it was no surprise some of those are the dancers Darryl had the hots for before running through the Yiffing Girl funhouse mirror-maze.

Now, this next show would be the ultimate test of love, dedication, and trust.

Jerry, of course, just like the home audience, would be curious to see whether or not a reformed sex offender could stay true to his horny horned lover, or succumb to the attraction of seduction isle, where Darryl could fuck and marry any he so chose were they willing.

But let's not forget Lance A lot; the uni had the same opportunities as well.

And...if any of the chosen candidates could seduce either of the two, they would win a lofty amount of money to use however they wished.

Lance Alot looked ridiculous in his star-shaped specs and fire motif G-string, a white and gold gilded suitcase braced under his left arm, as he pointed toward a deserted beach shaded by lush creepers and palms low to the ground.

"There, love, that'll do us." The unicorn muses with a joyful wink of a blue eye, his silvery horn glinting with a mirror of light orange from a sun slowly descending into the sea.

It was a charming little hamlet the equine had chosen, so neatly shaded and could be defined as comfy even.

But it wasn't as comfy as the reason Darryl had deliberately strayed slightly behind; with the thong on and his white tail arced, Lance A lot had the most gorgeous upturned fluffy asscheeks. Darryl had a hard time believing those globes did not belong to a female.

Female! What did he need with a vixen?! Lance A lot had done things to him that made him melt from the contact of his hooves alone. The unicorn also did things to Darryl's ass that made him want to sprout gallons of cum from his dick were it possible!

"I'm all for that; a nice place alone together. What do you intend to do with me?" Asks Darryl, his hands outstretched in surrender.

The tall unicorn laughs, swatting his braided tail, smacking his butt and thighs lightly, he sighs calmly.

"I do not think I am the exotic one here." Muses Lance Alot.

"Why? Unicorns are almost an endangered species. What makes me so special?"

"I do not know. Something about you just sang delicious to me."

Darryl grins, black trunks tight about his waist going down to part of his shins.

-and getting tighter by the look of that stallions' sheath bulge, which was giving off the shape of a quite hefty small melon at his crotch.

"And it's not that I'm a virgin, cause I ain't. I lost that before we even met."

"No...It's...I looked into your soul that day without realizing it, and I guess what I saw looked sweet; like a sugar cube I could spend my life with."

"I'm a sugar cube?"

"You're so sweet, I feel I do not deserve you."

Darryl parted his lips in a grin, "Then why don't you see how much of a sweetie I can be?" Mused the human baring open his mouth for a kiss.

In response, Lance Alot licked his lips and tossed his suitcase to the side a few feet into the seaside thicket. The long grinning muzzle and the narrowed seductive eyes made Darryl drool at the mere thought of tongue-kissing that unicorn again. Tugging off his shades, Darryl was hit with the full erotic power of the stallions' light sky blue eyes, as Lance tossed the glasses to the ground and gave the straps of his thong on his sides a brisk and assertive tug, bouncing the sheathe and enormous testicles about like a genital juggling act, each jiggling erotically.

His great pecs were smooth ivory plates affixed to his chest. His nipples pink, perky, and playfully displayed. His abs a smooth creation of divine flesh that flexed with each passionate breath.

And musky. Stallions with libido and lust always have an overpowering erection-inducing stink. Lance, though, he smelled of the spicy hotness of cinnamon.

"I like the way you smell." Daryl mused.

The unicorn reached in with his muzzle and they connected; lost in the other like they had traded souls and mingled desire. A breeze tousled Lance's mane as his ears wiggled a little, his tail flying like a flag to the side.

The hot breath in his mouth was also strong with a sugary hay taste. There was also a hint of honey from those peanuts they had before they arrived. Meanwhile, though Lance did not care for tasting steak, he seemed to put up with it for his lover, and strangely, he had never pressured Darryl into becoming a Vegan like himself.

The wispy white eyebrows furrow with concentration like Lance were trying to bear a mild poison or acid in his mouth, but Darryl knew that it was the meat. The unicorn hated the taste like he had a bug in his mouth, but to Darryl, he knew the stallion would put up with most everything because he loved Darryl that much. Besides, even Lance was eager to point out that he didn't feel right intruding on Darryl's diet just because he suddenly had a vegaterian as his soul-mate.

Worried for his lover's discomfort, Darryl finally breaks the kiss.

"But you do not like the way I taste." The human mused.

Lance blushed, holding his face low, not daring to look up.

"Sorry. I wanted to take every part of you as my own, but that doesn't include what is part of something else."

Darryl smiles, lifting that heavy face to look into his eyes before taking a deep gaze into the blue, stroking along that silky musky chest.

"I understand. It would be like you asking me to try eating someone else's soul. To your culture, the body is a sacred possession of the first possessor, and taking it away through killing is a grievous and unnecessary act."

"Yes. That is it entirely. My kind-unicorns and horses-do not like the sight of the dead, nor do we look at consuming them in a positive light."

"You evolved to eat grass, we evolved to eat whatever we could to survive."

Darryl was still awed by the giant size of the stallion. True, he was small for an equine, but for Darryl, he was definitely a big muscular tower of masculine power.

"Hunters. I should be able to understand this with my own experience, but-"

"We killed, you just fucked your prey and let them go. The two cannot be reasonably compared."

"No, but we did have a certain sadistic thrill in catching our mates that way."

Darryl slaps Lance Alot provocatively right on one of his nipples.

"Like me?" Darryl teased, turning tail and running away as fast as he can, laughing.

The stallion looks on in surprise, as Darryl kicks up sand, his body outlined by the setting of a big orange tangerine of a sun. Lance smiled ruefully, wondering if he could catch the little creature before darkness hit them. From his experience, sand was more traction-friendly toward feet than hooves. True, Lance had better muscles in his legs and butt, but Darryl had the territorial advantage.

"That's another thing. You little buggers know how to swim, too!" Lance declared after the running speck with a soft whinny-like laugh, before he went after that dot himself.

Alice watched the two figures run along the beach from his hotel balcony. Yiffing Girl LTD. had bought out the hotel and filled the rooms instead with willing undercover lovers; not that the two contestants would ever know that.

Alice himself was a wildcard in these matters; he looked a great deal like Lance Alot, except his cock was black and not pink. Jerry had made it painfully obvious to him that he could seduce whichever of the pair he wished.

Lance might like him as an equal of the same species.

Darryl might like him as a fun loving equine slut.

Alice had always been a slut begging for cock since the day he knew he was male inclined. He loved dressing in feminine revealing ways and teasing gay studs with flashes of his winking black anus. But taking a big dick in his backside made him drool the most.

Darryl might like that. Alice could well bet that Lance would let Darryl do anything to his body, but Alice would earnestly be the humans' slave-if he were endowed enough.

"Let's see what this show turns out." He mused, sipping from a glass of brandy; the liquor burning mildly down the length of his throat almost like the cinnamon zest of uni cum.

The hour was late, when panting Lance caught up to the human who was splayed on the beach with his back in the sand. Everywhere he sweat, the crystalline rock would stick like flypaper to his body in dusty dirty white little clumps.

"I think you caught me. Please be gentle."

Lance sits his butt in the sand right next to Darryl, dropping with a heavy thump and a grunt. Above, amongst the starry sky goes a passenger plane high up with blinking lights. Cold wind blows their hair as slow chilly waves wash over their feet, beginning to cover them slowly in slick sinkholes of sand.

"What a nice view. I like stars."

Twinkling lights burst into flashing sparks of brilliance; like a giant blowtorch welding a giant pipe, flinging sparks all over the place.

"Meteor shower, lover." Lance corrected, feeling the human shiver a little bit.

No distractions, no loud noise-just the waves on the beach and against the breakwaters in the distance. Or was that a coral reef. Darryl shivers further, his teeth clattering.

"We should leave." Lance declared, feeling some concern.

Birds fly high across the clouds and moon like buzzing shadows-rushing to find their nests.

"I don't want to. I think I could just fall asleep watching and listening to this."

"Come on, silly. I don't want my snuggly human to get sick. Then who'll entertain me?" Lance teased, getting up.

A cloud of sand fell off his back followed by moist pieces of clumps, as he grabs Darryl's hand and pulls him up.

"And we'll take a long warm shower together just for a little fun." The unicorn mused with a wink.

Though Darryl wanted to stay and feel the sand and waves and the light breeze, the invitation for some steamy hot shower sex was very tempting, too.

"What about our bags?" Darryl responded, suddenly remembering that they had just endangered their clothes and toys to drifting off with the rise of the tides.

"I'll send someone for them after we get into the hotel lobby." Lance offers, lifting Darryl wobbily to his feet much like a gangly little foal.

Darryl had stepped into the shower after discarding his sandy shorts, sighing as the hot water drenched his body and warmed him up from the outside chill. Even tropical islands where it never snows are ripe for colds and hypothermia, believe it or not.

He watched with calm breaths of steamy air as the bits of sand fall off his skin into the drain. Hair covers his eyes as he stands there for a minute relaxing. There is no rush to bathe, as he needed the heat in his muscles more than anything. It was a pity he couldn't be out amongst the chilly dark with the bright stars above a little longer, but neither was contracting a fever fun.

-Then things got hotter-

He feels something big and warm get in the shower right behind him, grabbing his pecs in muscular hands, massaging softly.

"Enjoying ourselves?" Prompted the unicorn with an amused laugh.

Darryl blushed even as he looked down; his cock getting stiff.

"Um..."

Lance reaches down suddenly for his member, whuffing gentle breath into his ears.

"Not that again. Does my intrusion make the little filly shy?"

Then the other white furred hand reached up between his legs and grabbed his balls while sticking a finger in his anus at the same time using the same hand. That stallion had talent!

"Do you want me to cum, now?" Darryl whispered, putting one hand on the white grip upon his dick while reaching around back to try and rub some part of the equine for assurance.

"No, not yet. Save yourself for me. I have something pleasant and invigorating in mind."

"But that won't be for awhile." Darryl protests.

"Why don't you just accept this as foreplay and let patience be rewarded?"

Darryl groaned as Lance teased his small cock (not for humans) with light milking motions, shuddering with lust and impatience; almost about to collapse tiredly to his knees with unsated desire borne at his thighs.

Then the unicorn stepped out, and wrapped a white towel about his waist, looking back with a grin toward his poor sexually frustrated boyfriend.

"I'm going out for ice." Announced the unicorn with his gayest sweet-sounding whinny.

"Dressed like that?" Darryl responded, stars-truck by gleaming wet white muscular pecs.

"What's wrong with how I look? Who do you think I'm trying to seduce? I already have a sexy lover!"

Then a door closed behind him as he disappeared from sight. Darryl was somewhat relieved to see him go; one more second in the presence of art, and he might break his promise and blow his load right down the drain, ruining the equines' plans.

In the hallway, Lance felt proud as he displayed his half naked body for the cleaning maids and guests walking around the hallways of the current floor as he marched daintily, swaying his hips and butt, toward the loud rumbling of an ice-maker tucked in an alcove next to the elevator.

Dipping down to the machine with the little bucket, he bends down to scoop some up, when something pinches down hard on his ass from behind like a bite.

He jumped, spilling ice cubes on the floor, turning to look-

At a naked well-hung unicorn stud with a big black member.

"Hey there. What a plump ass you have!" The feminine creature declared with an airy giggle.

"The better to be ridden with." Lance responded, grinning.

"Yeehaw! Sounds like fun. Wanna practice a little brokeback on my bare back?" The strange stud responds coyly.

"You'll be pleased to find out that I know English style riding equally proficient."

"A challenge! You should know that I am always looking for the next best thing in a good trail ride." He responds with a little laugh that jiggles his black rubbery hot shaft.

But then, Lance shakes his head, remembering that he had someone else he had sworn himself to.

"No, this is wrong; all wrong. I am sorry, but I am faithful to another." Lance protests, backing away nervously to his room, much shamed by the close affair.

When the door is shut behind Lance, Alice simply smiles, flirting his tail.

"Eventually, you will tire of that small humans' toy and you will come to me to be ridden like a true gay stud desires; hot, heavy, and hard."

Darryl towels himself off and dons a new set of clothes as Lance had instructed him to do. But the clothing was loose and baggy, but still easily moveable. Beige pants and a black tank top.

Lance sat on the edge of the bed, his one leg up on his knee resting as he licked his lips watching the human slide on a hoody style jacket.

"One more thing."

Then bare Lance got up, his plump sheathe and balls wiggling, as he put his arms up over Darryl's head and slid a little necklace around his throat.

"There."

Darryl picked up the hanging talisman from his chest and looked at it.

"What is it?" He asks, looking back up into sapphire eyes bright with love as diamonds.

The unicorn takes it softly from his hand and crushes it slowly in one fist, releasing to thump against Darryl's sternum.

A little green and blue glow now came from it, bathing Darryl's face and chin in ghostly spectral phosphorescent light.

"A party." The equine returned with a smile.

Lance dressed himself in a zebra-striped pair of parachute pants, putting on his star-shaped pair of sunglasses and opting to go on without a shirt as he led the way defiantly out of the room toward the elevator. Darryl lagged behind, enjoying the look of that swatting full tail and bouncing buttocks.

In the elevator, Lance pushed a button for the Penthouse floor high on the top of the building.

"This might take awhile. Wanna kiss me?" Lance offered as he briefly glanced at the rotating electronic numbers of the above display screen.

Supposedly, they were on the tenth floor going to the forty-second. That is a long distance to travel for a party, but Darryl guessed that there were worse distances to travel just for one night of good fun.

Then Darryl coughs out a breath as the unicorn grabs him upright; shoving him against the far elevator wall hard, holding those scrawny legs securely to his hips as he shoved his muzzle passionately into Darryl's face.

The sudden spontaneous act had literally left him breathless as the unicorn took pleasure from the immense contact between them. Darryl put his arms around Lance's back to steady himself as those ticklish horse whiskers rubbed his chin in the kiss.

The naked downy fur of the unicorn's shoulders felt good and refreshing under his palms, as the equine attacked him gently with that slimy crazy tongue.

Then Lance rammed him softly against the wall with each licking desirous stroke, shaking him with entirely animalistic lust.

"God, I fucking love you!" Darryl whined out with a strange cute little mock whinny of his own, making Lance laugh with a gay lecherous chuckle.

Each pound felt almost like a rough sexy shove without a cock present in his ass, but Darryl knew Lance would remedy that dilemma soon enough when they were in the privacy of their quarters-or a handicap bathroom stall.

-DING!-

The elevator car shudders to a sudden stop, knocking them down. Then Darryl laughs as he pulls himself slooowly off his befuddled lover dragging his body and crotch off-over Lance's drooling face, whom was stroking his butt the entire time until he could rise himself.

The elevator doors open to bright frantic strobe lights and a loud zapping bass, hundreds dancing like wild creatures in the middle of it all; glo sticks and bright glow-in -the-dark bodypaint all about in the spinning hectic blotches of darkness.

Mares dancing with cheetahs, sheep dancing with wolves, lions dancing with cows. An insanity of inter-species lusty dances.

But a rare creature; the unicorn. And the most common creature; a human. That was somehow the strangest of them all.

High above, barely discernible amongst frantic bodies sweaty with fluids and sometimes saliva, was the stage lined by speakers and high-tech tables where a lop-eared bunny dude in giant headphones (which pushed his ears down like a backwards worn baseball cap) pushed it out with a bobbing head and busy arms.

As they walked in, holding hands, the upbeat wonder and ecstacy of the odd disco-sounding beat carried them high and made their hearts flutter with the sole power of the wonderful beat.

Modern electronic dance style music is like that; it has such power, soul, presence-that all you can do is let it take you into another world of fantasy and beauty-even a beauty beyond the wonderful love of a mythical admirer.

In the rave, all sound, all talk-

All words are lost-

And they lose their meaning-

The only meaning left in this room is the one that counts; a beat of music to carry one to realms beyond Nirvana to temptation of love and hope in ultimate splendor.

Lance Alot says something...

In this world of lilting sound, his voice, most musical and splendorous, cannot be heard.

Darryl blushes shyly as Lance takes him in those furred arms and picks him up, lifting high in the air; bright rainbow flashes of light in his eyes like the glory of star light.

Darryl tries to laugh, but the happy pounding tempo takes the emotion from his lips; pouring it out to the dancers all about. Then the unicorn puts him back on the floor and swats his tail patiently with ancestral calmness; even as the excitement of the rave intensifies all about with the waving arms and shaking shivering hot sweaty bodies.

They hold hands, music becomes another emotion; love. The rave becomes the desire and affectionate need of their hearts with the vibrating pound of jubilation. Listening, all they can do as the beat takes them through the clouds like a fast Ferris wheel.

"...Ride...ride...ride...ride...ride..." Go infinite echoes of the electric voices of instinctual fiery pheonix wisdom.

The next song sounded fantastic; it could have been a techno song appropriate for a wedding, as it had that right mood, and it spoke of a future meant betweeen kindred souls.

Lance says something, his cheeks blushing, as he looks down into the eyes of Darryl, his body shaking nervously with untold burdens.

He digs in a pocket with nervous hands-

Then out of nowhere, someone tackles him to the ground in a sudden blue blur.

Darryl watched in fear as a security person threw cuffs over those dainty pink-painted hoof-nail hands, dragging the unicorn rudely to his feet as another person flashed him a badge and they dragged Lance away to some room far across the studio. The dancers got back to their fun, making way as the bulldog took the big unicorn through the crowd.

All danced except Darryl; who stood there waiting and afraid to follow, wondering if he even could.

He finally tried to busy himself with looking at the different spinning light balls and the waving excited arms.

Echoes of the party pounded on the closed door of the hastily converted security room. Lance did not know what these guys wanted, but their audacity pissed him off!

"I do not know who invited you, but this is a contraband check to make sure you aren't doing something at Duffy's rave you're not supposed to."

"What?! Of all the-"

"What were you taking out of your pockets?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

The bulldog dug through his right pocket and found the white felt box.

"What's this?"

"My lover-I was going to ask for his vow tonight at the rave when they played my requested song."

"Right, lose the pants; we're going to do a cavity search to see if you aren't making up shit."

"Considering I'm gay AND clean of narcotics, you won't find 'shit' of any kind." Lance angrily retorted.

"Well, let's just see, shall we?"

Darryl looked up to see the unicorn come back to him with those sexy silly pants, his hair all tousled like he had been thrown against every wall in the place and shaken by a giant dog to boot.

The beautiful sexy creature comes up to him, smiling, kneeling before him on the scuffed floor.

Lance then dug hastily through his left pocket and pulled out a little fancy white box, lifting the lid slowly up to expose a beautiful gold and silver band which twined together like a unicorn alicorn.

He mouths the obvious words which cannot be heard in this strange bright alien place, but he doesn't need to hear what Lance was saying; his heart already knew. Darryl fluttered like he was flying into a comet at a million miles an hour to become a part of it.

Looking down, he takes the ring gently with all reverance like he were holding his very future between his fingers.

He begins to reply his devotion in his own way when he looks into eyes-

Green gems of emerald gaze back into his, making him panic and retch with surprise as he suddenly realized this creature before him was not the object of his heart!

He throws the ring hard at this alien doppelganger and goes back to the elevator; riding it back down to his room as the unicorn who was not Lance grinds his teeth in frustration at having been discovered.

"What you are cannot be freely given in the celebrations of desire." Darryl angrily declared in the emptiness of the dropping elevator; thoughts of this rude creature consuming him with the mistake of his close brush with unfaithfulness.

In his room, he orders a pizza through room service; all vegatable to please his meat-offended lover.

It is brought up half an hour later with a knock of the door as Darryl had been busy watching "Starstruck salient" on a channel dedicated to anime.

Getting up, his face red with the anger still there for that obnoxious liar in familiar guise, he opens the door-

And stares at the big cleavage of the curvy slightly fat brown mare in a bodysuit style leotard which was colored completely black.

"Dinner is served! Wanna eat me, too? I noticed you were a little lonely tonight." She muses with a cute little whinny.

"No!-Well...um...maybe?"

It was strange to see her. Maybe he hadn't given up on femmes, after all. Lance was beautiful for a male, but maybe he also wanted a few trips to a mare hole for himself?

To see her was temptation of an immense magnitude. To see such a creature was like seeing a hundred dollar bill on the ground; who wouldn't want to pick THAT up?

And she was offering herself up to him like he were her ultimate goal in life.

She giggles, pulling the crotch portion of her bodysuit to the side with a coy blushing smile.

That did it!

"Please, come in."

Lance will understand if I'm bisexual. After all, I can still devote myself completely to one male, and pussy is overrated, anyway. Darryl thought to himself, not convinced at all; ashamed but unable to stop himself from dreaming of a mare pussy as powerful as a black hole.

No, a mare hole; so vibrant and immense that it sucks up even lover commitments; never to be seen again.

"I don't think I have a tip for you."

She grabbed his crotch through his baggy pants and smiled.

"I think this tip right here is good enough." She neighs out.

"What a bunch of brutes!" Lance A lot declared as he slammed the door behind himself.

Then he sniffed the air, awed. There was a heavy smell of meatless hot pizza, and another smell which was familiar, but he couldn't quite place.

"You shouldn't have! Giving up meat just for me? How sweet."

He heard the t.v. on in the living room as he followed that sweet strange odour he couldn't quite remember.

What is that? He had smelled that before, but it was so long ago.

His eyes focus on two figures on the couch, startling him senseless. They were both naked, and he finally realized what that smell was;

Mare.

"Oh, bloody hell!" He snarled, disbelieving what was going on.

Darryl had been engrossed looking at the t.v. and getting horny off the smell of her fluids all over his face, he twisted around to face the unicorn, frightened.

"Who the hell is this?!"

"The...pizza delivery...girl..." Darryl answered, uncertain.

"And why are you fucking HER?!" He declared, incredulous.

Lance looked over the rim of the couch to see Darryl's cock shrivel into itself with shame, as the mare looked quite content and unfazed to leak the fluids from her pussy into the couch upholstery as she chewed through a slice of pizza.

"I was...angry."

"Angry? Are you trying to get back at me?!" Lance whined, surprised.

"No, nothing like that! I just-a unicorn dressed like you tried to ask me to marry him."

Lance looked down at the ground, frustrated.

"I think I met him. He had green eyes, right? He must have borrowed my pants and ring while I was being fisted by some very obnoxious guard dogs.." Lance observed.

When Lance said that, Darryl felt great shame, crying.

Lance looks up, concern in his shiny blue eyes.

"What's wrong."

"I had your ring-what a beautiful thing!-in the palm of my hand, and I just threw it at him like it meant nothing. If I had known it was yours, I would have kept it and kicked that bastard in his crotch."

"You saw the ring? Goddamn it-I wanted that to be a surprise."

The unicorn sighed loudly in vexation as he turned around and began to march purposefully for the door.

"Where are you going?!" Darryl yelled, scared he had lost the best thing that had happened to him.

"I'll be back." Was all Lance could say as he opened and closed the door behind himself.

Out in the hall, Lance tried to figure out where that pesky bastard lived. He had no idea how to begin his search, and he didn't think that cleaning maids and hotel hosts were willing to give out that information.

He went to the icemaker, inspired. The other unicorn could not have met him by accident; he would have to have been watching. Only a few rooms had peepholes which lined up for Lance's trip to get ice.

"Let me think." He strokes his chin which he had shaved the beard off of. Hah! Beards on unicorns; so archaic. He was a mythical creature of the future, and the future dictated assless pants, clean-shaven faces, and fashion sense-if you were a GAY unicorn.

Anyway, he saw that there was one room with such a nice view.

905.

"Here I come, you bastard."

Lance went to the door and knocked, scoffing at the "Do not disturb" sign hung on the knob like a bold challenge.

"I'll disturb you. You're looking at the most effective hunter at giving prison bitches emotional scars." Lance mumbled under his breath.

When the door opened with that blatand equine with his green eyes and erect naked package poking out, Lance wanted to punch the pretentious little sneak right in the face.

"Hi there! Did you change your mind about my offer?" The green-eyed stud asks eagerly.

Lance wuffed his notrils loudly in distemper, shaking his head.

"So much for the honour of the unicorn. Not only did you want me, but you tried to offer yourelf to my boyfriend while you stole my pants and ring! And now, my surprise to my sweet dear has been ruined, plus you angered him into being unfaithful to me!"

The other unicorn immediately waves his hands in front of himself.

"Whoa! My intent must have been misconstrued! I didn't mean to say any such thing, and I was molested by the guards, too! They had lost my clothes, so I took what was there. Only when I was outside, did I realize I had your ring, and I knew I had to wear your pants back to my room before I could give them back to you, so I found your little friend and thought I'd give him your ring box and explain to him that I had to borrow your pants. Then, when I saw him just freak out and run away from me like that, I thought it would be better to leave the ring with the security guys, and they gave me my clothes back and got yours back so you wouldn't be going back up to your room naked, AND with a sore tush."

The unicorn insists diligently, and he does seem convincing.

"You still have done damage to this relationship. He went back to the room in a tizzy and just fucked the first thing he could get!"

The other unicorn nods sedately with a concerned face.

"Oh, my! I had no idea this mix-up would cause such mischief. You COULD get back at him. Technically, this DOES qualify you for one unfaithful romp of your own."

"How disgusting!" Lance protests, revolted by the very idea, "He just made a mistake!"

The strange equine laughs, casting a discerning glance over the heaving angry tired half-naked body of Lance.

"Humans make a lot of them, I am given to understand. What if he makes another 'mare mistake?'"

"A what?! You bastard! How do YOU know what he stuck his package in?!" Lance declares, sweat and flashes of red overtaking his face.

"I saw her come to your room. Apparently, she'll be leaving with more than just a tip tonight. But 'what' indeed, I wouldn't fuck that CEM-bearing trash bin myself if she were the last piece of horse ass in the world."

Lance snorts a gust of revulsion with agreement.

"Sometimes I wonder what my sweet stud is thinking. No good comes of messing with mares and their complicated breeding cycles."

The strange unicorn laughs; "Fuck a stallion! He's always in season, and you can easily tell what's on his mind! Alice, by the way. Care to come into my room for some refreshment? I promise I'll stop seducing you!"

"Alice-yes-I think I like that. There are so few unicorns out in the world, that even two meeting by coincidence is astronomical." Lance remarked with a laugh as Alice waved him into the room, closing the door behind with a whisper amongst his dainty breath;

"Yes, what are the odds?"

Lance sat at a stool which was placed on a kitchen made up to be like a bar, as well. Many different colored liquor bottles up on the many shelves shown like jems by the soft bronzed light from a lamp/fan spinning lazily above.

He wagged his long tail about lazily as Alice went to the opposite side of the bar and pulled a brown bucket from the freezer.

"Rocks for you? I always like to take rum cold."

"Um. Yes to ice, but do you have any Port?"

Alice looked behind on the shelf, stretching as high as he could on his hooves as his tail raised straight up in the air, giving Lance an accidental view of a black stallion cherry all puckered out and pert.

"Port...Port...Hmmm..." He takes a long time, waving that tail side to side like a metronome.

"Here! I knew they kept this place well stocked with the best."

He twisted about suddenly, bottle in hand, his big black cock accidentally smacking Lance in the face.

"Whoops! Sorry about that! I'm just so excited to have a guest!"

"Clearly." Lance laughed out, waving his hand dismissively.

Alice takes two well decorated stained-glass mugs from a cupboard. On one was displayed 'renaissance faire Portsmouth 03'.

"Hmm...your own?" Lance remarked, holding his up by the light of the room.

"Why, yes. In matters of drink and style, I have my own preferences, and I never let the hotel crowd me with useless knock-off crap they bought at some warehouse store in China, or Thailand, or wherever."

Lance put the glass down as Alice dumped in a few cubes-from his mouth in a playful manner, before splashing the cup half full with the nice burning fresh scent of alcohol.

"Indeed. Nobody seems to get that; that we're so picky because common craftsmanship is so-"

"Drull?" Alice points out quickly with excitement, seeming pleased to talk with his own kind.

"Yes, drull! For once a kindred soul! And do you know what?"

"People think you're a wispy old shit because you have these outdated customs and ideals?"

"Yes! All the time! It's hard being treated like an old man in such a young body."

Alice poured himself some rum, raising his glass for a toast.

"If only I had met you first! Then we would be so musical! Pity, I guess."

"In all fairness, I chose him, so that is where I stay true."

Until I get you good and drunk, Alice thought with a slight smirk.

Ply even a unicorn with enough drink, and all those morals and proper behaviors get washed away like a sand castle at high tide. Pity, though, it only lasted one night.

But maybe one night was all he needed to turn the lovers against each other.

In the course of the night, Lance easily downed five glasses already, making the excuse that Darryl needed some time to get the mare lust out of his system in privacy.

But Alice really knew that it was because he was far more engaging and fun than his other lover.

"Yeah. He'll have so much mare juice on him, he'll be turned off such company forever!" Lance began to slur.

"Are you counting on him staying loyal to you after tasting the exotic of the female horse?" Alice remarked, knowing how to turn his words in such a way from twenty years of royal court intrigue.

"What? I would sooner touch a bleeding steak than mare snatch!" Lance protests.

"But your lover is bisexual; he'll be eager to fuck anything with a hole and a smile. He is so unfair. He can have whatever he wants, but you can only choose-picky, too, I might add-someone who you find engaging and desirable for many mysterious criteria we do not know ourselves."

Lance yawns tiredly, his head bobbing side to side, and his tail weaving erratically like a lamppost in an earthquake.

"Yeah. Fuck him! I'm not good enough, that's his problem!" Lance snarled, drinking more liquor as Alice eagerly poured.

"And you know what?" Lance declared, grinning in an inebriated way.

"You should fuck me to keep his unfaithful ass in line." Alice offered, returning the grin.

"Um-yeah! Fuck Darryl! Lance can have fun, too. I mean, I screwed at least a couple thousand whores before I EVER met him! Supposin' I got the bisexual in me, too! Then where's that equal opportunity sex bullshit?"

"Well, you're a little tipsy, so sex might be weird. But you know what? You can still give Darryl a piece of your mind."

Lance immediately fell to the floor, scrabbling pathetically at the polished wood to get a grip.

"I'm not drunk. I just got a little dizzy from all the talk is all. But your right; Darryl has had enough time with the bimbo horse. It's time to set him straight."

Darryl looked up expectantly from the empty couch. He had sent the pizza girl on her way after Lance's freak out.

The t.v. was crowded with infomercials, soap operas, and old episodes of yiffing girl, this late at night. He might have gone asleep, but he wanted to make sure his lover was all right before he went and did so.

He slowly turns as the door opens, signaling that his angry desire had returned.

God I hope he's feeling better, or this is going to be a long night.

Two sets of hooves lead into the hotel room as Darryl manages a glimpse of the two unicorns; Lance's eyes half closed and pained, his cheeks burning hot from a drunken stupor.

"Where's your playmate?" Lance declared with a weird drawl.

Darryl did not like the look of the green-eyed uni who held him up. Did they fuck? Sure, Lance was entitled to it after what he did, but he wished it wouldn't be with that lying asshole.

"She left after you got all angry."

Lance sauntered boldly forward in a swaggering unbalanced way as he tried hard to keep his lazy eyes on Darryl's in a menacing stare unlike his normal style.

"Good. No more uninvited guests! With all these new friends of yours, I feel left out. And if I want to fuck Alice, you got nothing to say, because I don't give a shit!" Lance snarled, poking Darryl hard with one big finger at his chest.

"But Alice is a conniving asshole!" Darryl protested, never liking the look of that green-eyed fucktard.

"Keep Alice out of thishhhh. He is way more interesting than youshh."

Darryl wanted to reply with, 'well, maybe you should marry him', but he didn't want to give Lance any more ways to hurt.

"And what we had these past months. It was nothing?!" Darryl exclaimed instead.

"Said the cheating human who fucked a VD carrying manure pit." Lance wryly joked in a cruel way.

"Fuck you!"

Then he cringed in surprise as a zip of white came out of nowhere and striked him across the face. After that, Darryl had no desire to stay in the room, and he ran into the bedroom where they should have spent the night and locked the door behind, rubbing his sore cheek in horror; haunted by the sudden reversal of his once affectionate love.

"Where'd you go, bitch? I'm not done putting you in your proper place!" Whined that cruel, yet elegant voice through the thick wood separating them.

"And when your done crying those eyes out, you know where I'll be; not in your fucking arms!"

Alice smiled as he led the inebriated Lance back to his hotel room.

"Come on, you can sleep with me in my bed tonight."

"Nice of you. I know I'm not going to be sleeping with a loose male whore tonight." Lance returned, hooves dragging on the carpet of the hallway between rooms.

Alice was full of wonder and interested in how the next day would turn out.

Will Darryl be so afraid and angry at Lance, he will reject the equine? Or will Lance be so ashamed after learning the full extent of his meanness, that he will want to distance himself from Darryl to keep from harming him further?

"Enquiring audiences want to know!" Alice declared happily, as Lance looked up at him; now so clearly wasted, he didn't know what the hell he was doing.

Alice looked purposefully into those bloodshot sapphire eyes, knowing full well that Lance would have a very shitty memory of tonight.

"Let's see if this little bond you two have can be so destroyed that you will finally see that the only real choice of a mate for a gay unicorn is a gay unicorn and not a fucking human." Alice mused, licking his pink lips.

Plastered as he was, all Lance managed was an "Okie" in response, clearly not of a mental state to hold a good conversation.

Or remember one.