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The next morning, Lance felt pretty much useless. Not only because he had a hangover as big as a hippo ass, but also because he was sharing a bed with that strange creature of equine stock of unknown intent.

Did I sleep with him last night? Is Darryl okay? He must have missed me for the long period of time I spent at Alice's place.

Or not. As Lance left Alice to slumber in his own bed, Lance seeks his own in the hopes of finding Darryl alone without the company of that annoying nosy mare slut.

There was a 'do not disturb' sign on his own room door.

He stroked his chin and went in, seeing that the door to the bedroom was closed-

And he tried it to find it locked, as well-

Wha-?!

He banged hard on the door in impatience, expecting Darryl and the mare to greet him at the doorway, but his persistence was not rewarded, as the door stayed closed and the presence on the other side breathed, but was otherwise silent.

What the hell is going on?!

Surely Darryl would not ignore him after all that they'd been through!

"Open this up, damn it!" Lance declared, tapping his left hind hoof impatiently upon the carpeted floor.

"Fuck you!" Came back the angry response from the other side.

"Fuck me?! What did I do?!" Lance returned, confused.

"Enough. Do you like to hit people when your angry?"

Lance's eyes lit up with interest, as he had no idea what had happened.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

A wry uncaring hurt laugh came from the other side, as Lance, frustrated as he was, placed his cheek against the cold wood of the door.

"Of course you don't remember. You were fucking drunk! About as innocent as a retard. But I DO remember, and let me say that I don't ever want you to treat me like that again, and I don't want you to see Alice anymore!"

Lance ground his teeth, unsure of what was going on, and he certainly didn't like having his boyfriend telling him who he could hang out with.

"And what about you? How do I know you won't fuck a cleaning maid or bellhop?!"

"And it hurts with every heartbeat". Remember that one? Do you think I feel joy at betraying you? I was just angry and horny and I didn't care! Just like a boy who steals bread when he's hungry!"

"Eat bread. But don't expect cake to be here after your done stuffing yourself on cheap shit."

"Don't expect me to want to be stranded on an isolated paradise with a dangerous drunkard!"

The nerve! Lance thought as he decided to change into some swim shorts and do a little diving around the surrounding beach. Of course, in the hallway, there was one familiar face eager to greet him.

"Hi! How are things going between you guys?" Alice enquired with a coy little giggle.

Lance made way for him in the already cramped little elevator. He was going to the lobby, and apparently, Alice must have wanted to go there, as well.

"Not great. He just accused me of being a drunkard, and he doesn't want me to see you anymore."

"Hmmm. Did you tell him about the mix-up with the ring at the rave?"

"He didn't give me a chance; he's locked in our bedroom, and he won't come out, and now everything is falling apart, and all I want is for things to be like they were when we were walking on the beach yesterday."

-DING!-

"Well, good luck on that, Lance."

As Lance is about to leave, he looks back at the other stud in his pink thong and garter belt with black fishnet stockings, whom is getting curious glances by the other furs and people waiting around the check-in desk.

"I'm sorry. Did I give you my name?"

"Relax, silly. Everyone knows your name. Your face is on everything from large dildoes to ultra-strength lube."

"All the same, I'd prefer to be alone-to figure this out."

"Sure, sure. Let me know if I can help."

"No, just-why does Darryl hate you so much?"

"I dunno. Maybe he doesn't like competition."

Lance left Alice to the strange looks of the hotel guests as he walked calmly out to the beach, briefly looking up at the balcony of his own room high above in hope of seeing Darryl looking down at him with a smile.

No, Lance was being too sentimental, and he didn't know what he had done wrong. Darryl is wrong. He fucked a horse behind my back and now he tries to blame all the problems on me.

He sinks deep in the hot sand with every delicate step, tiny crabs rushing in their sideways way to get out of his path. Some burrowing and making tunnels to hide in.

Lance looked on in interest; wondering if he and Darryl weren't doing the same.

He looks on at the deep green-blue of the pleasant waves, each coming up slowly then receding like a dream. All arguments and fights could be forgotten like such a dream, if they did not hurt so much; if the wave did not bring jellyfish with it for a zippy harsh sudden sting to remind.

I do not want to chance such a tide so soon after what pain it brought.

"Hi sexy!"

Lance looked on in surprise at the strange creature that greeted him. He looked like a black and white tiger striped fox! The fox had been digging a big pit in the sand. For what, the unicorn did not know.

"Um. Hey. What are you doing?"

The fox smiled back, as he dropped something in the hole and started covering it up right fast.

"Nothin' just getting rid of something which only hurts, now."

"Something from a lover? I can relate. Me and my mate are having some troubles."

"Really? Maybe if it doesn't work out, you could give Foxie a try!" The vulpine declared happily with his most seductive pleading wag of his tail and butt.

"I hope it does. He felt like the right one, and he cared."

But deep down, a confusing pain overtook him with a strange need for Darryl and an empty nagging depression that filled him if he couldn't have his desire.

"So familiar. Best of intentions, but one of you cheated, right? And it was probably HIM, the way you mope about it, now."

"Yes. Unicorns do not cheat; it's an act of complete revulsion to us." Then he coughed nervously, remembering Alice, "Well, most of us." He amends, remembering Alice insisting on him cheating, himself.

"Now you search your heart for the reason why you can trust him again. You know what?"

"What?" Lance eagerly responds.

"You can't. If he's done it once, he'll do it again. All unfaithful males are sneaky slimy beasts. I learned that from my mate who couldn't stop going where 'the deer and the antelope play'; apparently an exotic gay strip bar."

"So many promises..." Lance declared.

"So many lies...who needs cheaters? We both know where WE stand, I say we fuck 'em!"

"What was your mate's name?" Lance asks, genuinely curious, as a wave overtakes the big hole and begins to turn it into a little pool.

"I thought he was coming up to me to rub all that unpleasant shit in my face, but then I noticed that some details were different, and you were not him."

"Alice." Lance declared, unamused.

"Alice." Foxie confirmed.

Where once was happiness, brought Darryl only pain as he showered in the bathroom where Lance had held him in those warm furred arms. He almost wanted to cry as he tried to separate the many nights of love and affection with one night of such cold disregard and insensitivity from the unicorn.

"H-how can it...It's-"

Unicorns are always so gentle and courteous. How could Lance turn out to be such a beast?

He was just drunk. He wasn't himself-

But what if Lance gets drunk again? What if he gets meaner next time?

What if he DOES like Alice more than me?

So many uncertainties flashed through his mind like the sudden throbbing pain of a broken bone; each twirling inside like a gale force wind of shiny slivers of glass.

What if I'm not big enough to keep his attention? What if a human just isn't interesting enough when he has his own species here to play with?

But the anger twisted in one chaotic primal hatred towards one-

Alice.

It's HIS fault for all of this! I wouldn't be having these problems if I never saw that lying sack of road apples.

-KNOCK-

Darryl waited in silence as someone at the outside of the bathroom door began to call out to him-

And it wasn't Lance.

"Hello there! I thought I'd pay a visit to see if you were alright."

Alice.

Alice.

Alice.

"FUCK OFF! DON'T YOU THINK YOU CAUSED ENOUGH TROUBLE?!!" He was so pissed at what the slutty unicorn had done! He just-he just wanted to stab Alice with his own horn a couple times!

"I don't know what you think, but Lance just told me he was concerned for you, and I thought I'd come see you myself."

Darryl shut off the shower and began to towel off, trying to ignore his emotions in the same way.

"If he cared about what he did to me, then why didn't he come himself?" Darryl asked, digging his nails hard into the fabric of the white hotel towel.

"Because he went to the beach for a swim." The feminine corn declared.

Darryl did not want to open that door; did not care to see that manipulator face-to-face, but if he waited in the bathroom for hours until Alice left, he would feel silly just talking through the door.

I could just ignore him, but he'd keep talking-knowing how much his voice pisses me off.

"That's real chivalrous. Go to the beach while your lover cries out his eyes. Tell me something, ALICE, did you two do it last night?"

There was that long strange pause; like Alice didn't know what to say-

Or didn't know jack shit.

"We were both inebriated. I imagine that we'll never know."

And neither will Darryl.

It will eat at him forever like the gnawing of a piranha; that uncertainty of whether or not Lance was unfaithful, himself.

He deserved his own fun, but why does it feel so sickening?

Because Lance is too perfect to do that kind of crap. Lance is always nice, caring, and honest.

Darryl was a common-born human opportunist; who could blame HIM?

He had a towel around his waist as he came out of the bathroom, that towering pest right in front of his face as he got out. The very way that he looked with that white fur and elongated face seemed to hurt, as he had a similar look to him as Lance, and at the same time, he didn't want to see either unicorn.

What a strange thought; unicorns were the most sought after lovers in the world, and he didn't want either one for his bed. In fact, he didn't want anything in his bed as the whole ordeal tore through him.

Nothing felt right anymore. Nothing was fine, or normal or alright. It was just a mess, and Darryl didn't know if he wanted Lance anymore.

"I guess not. We never know what goes on anywhere." Darryl declared, leaving Alice behind as he locked himself in the bedroom again.

He thought it was strange at first that Alice came in the room, but he supposed Lance gave him a keycard for the door.

Another reason why you show you like him.

After hearing that, Lance was silent as he thought about everything. All said and done, he was beginning to see why Darryl hated Alice.

"He's not like any unicorn I know. In some ways, he understands my difficulties, but other times-"

"He just doesn't act the right way." Foxie prompted.

The words of the green eyed male come back; haunting him with the absolute shock of some callous words. He would expect any other species to tell him to cheat on his lover of eight months, but a unicorn would be too prudent to say something of the kind.

Or so Lance thought.

"I mean, he's my first unicorn lover, but I read all about your race on the internet, and he just doesn't act like that half the time. He's so conniving and irrational."

Lance nods as the breeze swept his long white mane back, little sand crabs crawling all over the place. The two males sat in the sand facing the ocean, careful not to let any of the little energetic buggers go up their shorts by accident.

They look to the side suddenly as a loud thump comes from nearby.

Down a slope of sand rolls the brown dry husk of a coconut into the sea. They watch as it gets swept out and covered by ever increasing waves, as it bobs back to the surface.

The sand feels good under the frogs of his hooves, as a parasail shoots along the deeper part of the ocean like a gliding bullet.

"You know what? Alice never even really told me where he's from."

"When did you meet him?"

"A month before this cruise." Foxie yawned out, laying his back in the sand and looking at the clouds above which looked like frilly lace that moved like someone was constantly ripping it apart and smashing it back together.

"I can really only say that Alice might be an orphan. Rarely does a unicorn behave in the way he does without the customs of the breed being taught to him by the wiser members in a familial herd."

"Maybe that's it. He always has such sadness in him. Maybe he just tries to make friends to make up for the family he could have had." Foxie declared, looking right into Lance's eyes.

"That must be it. There is no other reason, really, unless..."

"Unless what?" The fox crept closer, his stripes nearly hypnotizing, his eyes paralyzing.

"Nothing. Nobody would ever do that."

Foxie let that go, intently focused on this new prize, and pleased that at least, he had found a unicorn who behaves like a unicorn.

Darryl finally awoke after restless hours of spinning disgusting thoughs. Flashes of fur and equine fluids came through his head like he had performed this infidelity again hundreds of times, and each single moment, he could not deny her-could not stop himself from taking his tongue along her black nether lips and eating her like a hungry, starved man; drink her fine pony nectar like champagne sliding hotly down his throat with her pleased sexy murmurs.

He drank of her for hours, rubbed his nose and chin all over the deep recess between those soft crinkled labia lips, and nibbled her cherry with his teeth like it were a delicacy of rich men the world over.

Her bodysuit had been used to tie his hands behind his back as she playfully teased him with winks of her juicyness, and little taps on his chest and back of her crazy pleasure-driven hooves.

He enjoyed everything about her. The hot fur of her thighs on his cheeks, her downy soft tail tickling his neck and shoulders, and her encouraging little ecstatic whinny's and loving nickers as she tossed her mane with each lick along her tunnel.

At that moment, it felt so right to make love to the horse; to claim her like he were her stallion. Darryl had numerous encounters with mares in less willing circumstances than these when he had been a rapist of furry females.

Rather funny to put furry and rape together, but it was possible there were those days when a fur chick didn't want anything to do with a guy except strictly business kind of stuff.

But at the time, she was so horny, so willing to give herself to him, and that somehow felt 'right' and sexy. Sometimes, he didn't like taking a girl without consent, but when the femme was eager, the chance wasn't wasted on HIM!

And still, she tasted so good, she gave herself so fondly and ready to please, but it all felt horrible anyway.

Because I fucked her, already knowing I had someone else I cared deeply about.

Unfaithfulness leaves a sour taste in one's mouth; as bad as trying to eat a box jellyfish.

And, oh, what they did after all of that tongue-play.

She kicked him lightly to the floor softly with a tap of her iron shod foot, pouncing on top of him with a pussy that trailed hot fluids of her juice and his spit. She crawled on his legs like an-

Fuck, she WAS an animal!

She licked along his shaft slowly as she used her arms to drag herself up his chest, his slimy cock sliding along the velvety fur of her breasts and belly as it connected with her bellybutton for a second, stuck there until her elongated face came up to him. Her arms grasping his shoulders with a light grip of muscular power. His cock held down against her tummy as she giggled in a cute way because she felt it get all warm against her skin.

Her tail swayed all about in frantic arcs as she plants endless little provocative kisses all over his face, like an adorable sexy angel of his dreams. Her breasts are mashed passionately on his chest like two squishy tempting pillows.

She murred with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of his body heat. They lay like that for at least ten minutes. Stock still; doing nothing but breathing calmly into each others' face and taking little nibbling kisses all over each other's shoulders...neck...face.

They had enjoyed it, and it distracted him from the anger that Alice had woven into him, but after that ten minutes-

Yes, after that ten minutes-

He wanted to stop, remembering how he felt about the unicorn. Lying against her, and that overpowering equine heat musk coming over into his nose like a blast of salt-sweetened air. He almost suffocated on the fumes expelled from her loins, as fluid continued to drip from her crotch over his balls right into the carpet.

I couldn't stop; not if I wanted to.

She had him bound, her mare smell kept him erect like equine viagra.

She raped him and enjoyed his maleness alone after all his crying protests.

Just an animal; an angel of his nightmares.

Lance wanted to ignore the fox next to him, as the sun set and the rising tide covered their feet with wet sand, but getting to know Foxie was a pleasure he hadn't anticipated.

Just one fuck; he clearly wants it. His eyes cry out for me.

It would be so easy; just pull down their swimming trunks and do it right here on the fading sun of the beach. So, tempting; he was right there, and he certainly wasn't going to get any from Darryl anytime soon.

I promised him a wild crazy night, but he fucked that up with one act of fucking the pizza girl.

"So busy, your eyes. What are you thinking?" Foxie murmured as the sky turned purple, bathing all in a deep raspberry blue light.

Oh, Foxie only knew too well! He seduced so slowly, so lustily, that Lance was impressed with his eagerness.

"I want you. So bad I want you. I am not a whore, so this surprises me."

"But you can't. The code of the unicorn is that mated lovers cannot cheat."

Lance laughed, seeing the irony of it.

"That code was made for two paired unicorns. It doesn't seem to apply to all other promiscuous loose little creatures."

Lance felt helpless. Such a code of honour was usually proper and logical, but at this moment, he was trapped by it in a cage of twining, burning hot flesh, unable to touch the treasures of lust he viewed outside of it.

"Darryl is my temple. He is my cage. I can only see others if I break up my mateship status with him."

Foxie laughed with joy, clapping his paws.

"Well, what are you waiting for? He cheated on you, so you know your allowed to."

"We knew each other inside out for close to a year. I knew how to tickle him in the right way to make him cum without me ever touching his cock OR ass. He always sat through my practices as I played and sung on my fine Stratovarius; he always laid on the couch and fell so soothingly to sleep as I strummed that bow and fingered the cords so perfectly that it echoed like the walk into dreams. I remember the most comfy nights would be when our power was out during thunderstorms, and I would play then, and things outside would be so alive, yet we were ever immersed in the calm of the living room by candle light as water trickled down the picture windows in gallons of heavy droves, and cast such wonderful amusing shadows in the dim light of our own world. And do you know, I had pride in my instrument; even replaced the hair on the bow with mine own from my tail. He loved the way it sounded; had such a rare appreciation I'd not found in others his age"

"Sounds so wonderful, the way you talk about it." Foxie mused, blushing, perhaps dreaming it had been him the unicorn had played for.

"Yes. And that is why I will not lose him after just one misguided fuck-up." Lance reaffirmed thoughtfully, finally finding the answer he sought.

Darryl tossed under the heavy comforter, sadness gripping him like the cruel sucking sex of the mare that had raped him, and had a fun time about it, too. Afterwards, she was quick to apologize like she didn't know he was trying ever hard to be faithful in the presence of a powerful temptress.

Lance was gay, so he didn't have that problem, but Darryl, though he loved the unicorn greatly, he could not resist feminine passion so easily.

I could have eaten her out forever, and would have been satisfied to live my life like that.

But there was something wro-

WRONG!

Darryl awoke with a start of surprise as he suddenly felt all wet and sticky all over. It wasn't piss, it didn't smell like that.

It smelled like-

"Hey there! You looked so cute and hot, I couldn't help myself!" Announced Alice in his pink thong and a see-through purple camisole.

His giant black cock was peeking from his underwear like a thick powerful serpent of spongy erect flesh. Half of it was already out, dripping little trickles of...

Darryl realized what had just happened, jumping immediately from the king size bed in disgust, his body all drenched in unicorn semen.

"Shit!" Darryl exclaimed, freaking out trying to rub it off of himself with a dry corner of the bed sheet.

"Sorry. I guess I was sorta thinking this might cheer you up. Didn't Lance do these kinds of things?"

Darryl well remembered that Lance would fill up a super soaker with a mixture of K-Y jelly and water, and squirt it at him while the unicorn had him lie back in the empty basin of a large indoor Jacuzzi they had installed for the bathroom. Then they would wrestle naked all greased up like that and do more...interesting things, as the lubricant was all ready.

But Lance had never been rude enough to cum all over him like this; especially not while he was sleeping. Oh, sure, sometimes they snuggled under the covers all covered in uni spooge, and even slept all sticky and messy like that.

Lance had never came all over me like that in such a detached way. They always played with each other, and if he felt hot semen spray all over him in the course of all that activity, it was a plus.

What Alice did was turn something romantic and passionate into something ugly. By standing to the side and jacking his seed all over Darryl, he was seeming to imply that he was just a vessel or object to the horned stud. It's the same as pissing on someone; some people liked that stuff, but Darryl did not think of himself as a toilet-or an E-Z wipe.

Alice, getting the impression he wasn't wanted, flirted his tail to the side and walked carelessly back to his room with that anaconda still bouncing halfway out of his panties.

"Call me." He giggled out as trickles of his seed continued to drip on the carpet like a leaking faucet.

Darryl felt so unclean; he wanted to scream, being defiled by a male who was not his lover.

Only Lance is allowed to do this to me, and Lance never would unless I wanted him to. He wouldn't surprise the shit out of me with a silver shower.

Then Darryl caught his breath as the smell of all that male sex fluid reached his nose. There was something wrong with it all. Something that didn't make sense.

No cinnamon.

Alice's cum did not smell like cinnamon as Lance's did, and Lance said all unicorns have that aroma; male or female.

What kind of unicorn doesn't have that kind of scent. There was something about Alice that was not quite right.

He was amazed he never noticed that unique musky sweet odor that Alice gave off. He didn't smell nice and spicy at all.

"Let's see what your made of." Darryl hissed with an angry growl as the viscous sticky mess slid down his chest and into his boxer shorts.