“You're an interesting breed, eh?” The horse came over and wrapped a muscled arm around the spotted dog. “Such a slender frame, yet a bit of muscle where it counts.” 

The Dalmatian mix blushed and gave a little humpf in an answer as the horse pressed himself behind the dog. “How about you and I leave this place?” he asked.

“One shot please, anything is fine. He’s buying,” the dog said to the bartender. The Dalmatian mix rubbed the well-toned arm that held him in place against the stud of a horse that pressed behind him.

“I like you, I’ll have another beer too! The usual,” the horse replied. He let the canine go and sat on the neighboring stool. “The name’s…”

“Trust me, we don't need names. But tell me about yourself.” The bartender set down the shot and the dog took it without hesitation. 

“Straight to business eh? Well I love your spirit. You’re a mutt that knows what he wants,” the horse smiled.

“For a stallion, you're pretty big.” The horse saw the dog’s eye practically glow as he spoke. 

“I knew you liked what I was giving you,” the horse said. He drank his beer with a big smirk. 

The attitude shifted as the dog got up. Leaning over his buff frame, the dog draped himself over the horse. The spotted dog’s hand rubbed the broad chest while another one came under a chin and guided the horse to stare into his eyes. The young stallion followed his gaze and saw conflicting emotions in the dog’s face, but mostly what he saw was hunger. 

‘’Take me home, I want all of you inside of me.” 

The stallion shivered. “I promise you can have all of me that you can handle.” The horse picked him up and carried him out of the bar like the little dog weighed nothing. 

It was a quick drive back to the stallion’s place. The horse really liked what the Dalmatian was giving: his attitude, his wants, his looks. They hadn't even exchanged names. This dog was down to business. His guess was the dog was going to be the best one night stand he ever had. In and out, wouldn't even need to make him breakfast. He was used to having a lot of clingers due to his natural good looks. 

“If you handle me like you handled that shot then we’re in for an amazing night,” the stallion said in as suave of a voice as he could muster. 

They parked the car and made it up to the tiny apartment that needed a bit of work. But the stallion didn't really care about that. There was about one goal tonight that he wished to accomplish. His mind rushed to many different ideas about just how they would do it. The more time that passed the more crazy scenarios would cross his mind. His pants could barely contain him. 

When they got in his bedroom the horse pressed the spotted dog and his fluffy tail against the wall. What he didn't expect was the push back from the smaller dog. The spotted dog barely came to his chest, and barely looked like he had any muscle, yet he pushed the horse back with enough force to knock him off balance. With a loud thump he fell to the ground and looked up as the dog stood over him with his legs on either side. A look of thirst and want spread across his muzzle. 

“We have an agreement correct?” The dog dropped his trousers and threw off his shirt. “Say those words and we can start.”

The dog turned around and sat, straddling the horse and pushing a fluffy tail into his face. “We have an agreement,” he growled.

A hand undid his trousers making the horse spread his legs. To be honest, he was expecting something about how big he was down there. But nothing came, just a hand gripping his girth. The dog’s butt pressed into his face. If anything he wasn't going to let this dog demean him by sticking an ass in his face. The horse tried to strong arm the dog to flip over but nothing came and the butt pressed more and more into him. All the while the hand massaged his endowment in the most memorable way that he had ever felt.

It was pure bliss. This feeling the dog was giving him was the most intense hand job he had ever received. It took all of his concentration not to cream. He wanted to fuck this dog silly, not get a basic handy. But the scents and the hormones wrapped over him from being so close to the underside of the dog. 

Either the dog scooted himself down, or the spots pushed themselves in his face. He tried to look away as the rear end covered the side of his face. When he tried to say something about it the Dalmatian’s hands found themselves rubbing all over his sensitive parts. The massage silenced him in pleasure. He tried to reach around or even push the small dog off, but somehow he was still not moving. He didn’t want to finish with an old fashioned.

“Look whore, I-” he lost himself as the Dalmatians mouth took in the head of his penis. 

Almost immediately he creamed into the dog's mouth. He was embarrassed for this to be over as fast as it was. In all of his experiences he had never gotten off by a blow job from a random bar whore. It was still the most intense orgasm he had ever had and thought just how bad it must have been for the dog’s face to take his entire load.

Between ragged breaths he did notice some different things. His shirt was baggy, and he didn't remember the dog having that big of an ass. It could cover the whole side of his head plus some. Another thing was the twink’s hips. He couldn't quite reach past them. And the weight pressure over him was getting stronger and stronger, almost too hard to breath.

The weight lifted off of him just as the horse was about to start kicking and struggling. The spotted rump lifted off of him as it perked in the air. Unbelievably he felt that he was smaller. Or maybe the dog was suddenly much larger. The horse backed out from his shirt blanket, past the dogs growing footpaws and was greeted with quite the sight. 

It was amazing. The Dalmatian mix was presenting his rear in the air. The tail slowly wagged back and forth as he swayed his hips. His member swung with it as the giant dog showed all of his goods. Below his package was the Dalmatian’s glowing blue eyes watching him past his own feet. The whole scene took him back, not only because the Dalmatian mix was so massive but because his presented rear was just begging for attention. The upside down smirk from the dog looked as if he knew the little horse couldn’t resist. 

The massive dog lifted himself, his dick bobbing with the movement as he loomed above the horse. The dog was looking for other things around the room before his steps boomed away. The horse must have been too drunk; how could one dog be so massive, or his room and clothes? His head hurt trying to figure it out. If this was one of those sexy dreams again, he wished it would get to the good stuff already. 

The behemoth of a twink stepped over him and grabbed something off the top of a table. Being on the ground the horse was unable to see just what he picked but before long the canine walked over again to sit on his now massive bed. He could hear the springs compress under the Dalmatian’s weight. In his hands was a bottle of lube. A smile came over the dog’s mouth, and piercing bright blue eyes looked down at the tiny being below him. 

“We had an agreement.” 

The white hand came down and plucked the horse up. He tried to retaliate, but he was unable to move fast enough to move away in time, or strong enough to push away the hand. Air rushed passed him as vertigo set in. He was lifted into the air and dropped unceremoniously on the bed next to the massive hip of the spotted giant dog.

“You were right, you are pretty big. But I will honor our agreement to put all of you inside me.” 

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on or whatever it is you have planned boy. But you can't do this without me…”

His words started to trail off when the Dalmatian stretched his gigantic form. Stretching to the ceiling like a skyscraper before him before coming down and rubbing on his body’s natural curves. At a loss for words, he already began to get excited even though he already spent himself. The huge mass of spots shifted and moved as the dog leaned to the opposite side of the horse exposing his rear. In disbelief he saw that with the dog laying on his side, he got a full view of the spotted ass. He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t even as tall as either of those two perfect mounds. 

The horse fell down as he watched a hand rub over a hip to cup one of those titanic cheeks. This had to be a dream, but everything looked so real, so detailed. He was waiting for the change around to happen where he could see himself fucking that ass; but it didn’t happen. Instead he was getting an unflattering, detailed view of the dog lubing himself up between the perky cheeks that hid a pucker away from view. And just past the hips the little stallion saw the glow of the dog’s eyes, and a smug look upon his brow. He was watching the horse, with hungry eyes past those luscious hips of his.

The same hand that was between the canine’s cheeks now reached down for the stallion. As the hand gripped around him, the horse felt the fingers wet with lube. The grip tightened around the horse and he finally realized that this wasn’t a dream. Why didn’t he take the time to run away? It felt like he was in a trance, just transfixed with the ass. Fucking was the only thing on the horse’s mind, but now he was held and positioned awkwardly in a hand that gave him no choice in what was going on. 

So he struggled, the horse used every muscle he could to fight against the hand that bent and moved him. He could smell the unique musk of the dog on the fingers, and soon his face hit the dog’s ass cheek. The dog couldn’t have meant the “all of him inside” as an excuse to shove him up his ass could he?  He didn’t want to end up as a used toy in this disgusting situation. Calling for help wouldn’t do anything, his roommate wouldn’t be here for quite some time. All he wanted was a fuck. 

A finger pushed by his head and gripped the cheek, parting the way for his forced journey. The hand that was holding him pushed a finger forward making him stare into the asshole of the Dalmatian. With little effort his head pierced through the hole, and the heat radiated over him. The hole itself gripped around him like it was claiming him.  All noise from the outside stopped as his head went into the dog’s musky bowels. He tried to push away with his hands, but the fingers kept him in place. 

Without warning another push came and his shoulders were pressed against the pucker. With not too much effort the hole was forced to take his shoulders as it slid around him. Now up to his waist in the dog he tried to kick and fight for freedom. His arms were locked at his side as he fought. He could feel his efforts spreading the pucker out, but the hand kept him in place.  The warmth and slimy mess that he was in made him gag; this was no place for someone to be pushed up inside. 

He grew tired in his struggles, and as soon as the horse’s resistance faded the hand pushed more and more of him inside. Soon only his feet were left outside. No touch from the hand came, only the musky warmth from all around him. He could feel the fur on his feet and knew that no one was back there anymore. His world shifted; the toy stallion figured the dog was getting up. There he was, shoved up like defective butt plug.

He could feel the pressure around him, pushing him upward into the dog’s innards. The last bastion of resistance faded when he could feel his feet enter the lubed ring. He could fight against it, but nothing he did worked. He was used, a used toy that had one purpose. All he wanted was to get a quickie, just a nice lay. And instead by some magic he was now resident of a dog’s anus. The air grew stale and he stopped fighting for the most part. Thinking back about it, the dog probably really enjoyed his efforts. Maybe he was a good fuck after all.




The Dalmatian with the glowing eyes sat up on the bed, a smile spread upon his face. Soon the horse’s soul will be his, and he would grow stronger. A few more souls and he wouldn’t have to put up with picking up the scraps from the other demons anymore. And soon he could spread his own little brand all over the world. 

The squirming in the Dalmatian mix’s bowels practically got him excited again. Soon he would have this soul. It would be quicker to just suck it out of him but this way he would get some fun. Deep breaths in the tainted air got him thinking toward the future. Images of glory and servitude filled him with happiness. He was practically giddy with all the possibilities for a kingdom on Earth.

“You know, you’re doing this all wrong.” The voice echoed from all over startling the minor demon. He stood up ready for action. 

“It’s much better if they are really into it. Not just excited about your ass… down here, big guy.” 

A patch of black smoke gathered together towards the mutt’s feet causing him to back up a bit. “Who are you?”

“And that stupid agreement thing? Yeah, that’s kinda cliché. What demon these days actually makes a verbal contract?” 

“Be gone! You are too late for this one,” the Dalmatian mix said and raised his paw. He stomped down toward the black smoke.  

“And another thing. You will get a much better feast from their lust by actually indulging in their lust. But then again I wouldn’t expect a minor little fuck like you to know that.” The black smoke dissipated a bit from the stomp, but soon the smoke came back and formed what looked like a solid body cut from the waist down. It looked up from atop his paw. This couldn’t be a higher ranking lust demon could it? He was way too small to do anything. Besides, the horse was safely inside him. No one could steal this prey away from him today.  

“And why fight with someone bigger than you? Making mistakes all over the place.” The figure flew into smoke that started to engulf the dog’s leg. It seemed that all of his energy was being drained from beneath him. The smoke climbed up his inner thigh, to cover his entire leg. Honestly, he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t expect anything to come worry about his tiny morsel. Just who was this tiny hindrance?

Within seconds the entire dog was covered in smoke. From an observer it looked as though the smoke covered him, then started to die back down. In a blink of an eye the dog was nowhere to be seen; just a tiny smoking cinder on the floor and a coughing stallion. Recovering from what hell he had been put through the miniature horse looked around. 

“Well you’re now the size of an action toy. How does that sound?” the voice asked.

“What the hell is going on?” the horse swore and turned around to see the cinder smoke up and form a person. A thick tail formed into a solid rudder. Soon the smoke turned into a black and grey otter the same size as him. Tiny horns protruded from his temples and a fire grew in his eyes. The otter wore nothing at all, but strode around with the confidence like he was draped in the finest of clothing. A swagger of smug air wafted around the otter, as if he was higher than everyone. 

“I’ll put it as blunt as I can so your tiny brain will understand. You’re tiny now because a weak ass bitch shoved you in his ass like the little boy toy that you are.” The otter strode forward as the horse took a swing at him. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. The fist went right through the otter’s face like it was made of smoke. 

The otter merely smiled. “Look, you’re probably angry and confused. But you can’t act like some brutish beast. You’re too tiny and cute to act tough now.”

“Get me back to normal! I never asked for any of this!” 

“Look, it wasn’t me that made you so tiny. But it’s going to work in my favor, okay? I made a deal with your roommate. And someone else did all the work for me. So, enjoy your new life and I’ll collect the both of ya when you’re good and ready.”

The stallion stopped dead in his tracks. “What do you mean?” 

The pounding of huge footsteps and the bed room door opening announced the arrival of the horse’s roommate. A massive corgi stood above, looking down at the pile of clothes in the middle of the room. Then his gaze moved over to the tiny horse looking up at the now massive corgi. In an instant the dog’s face grew a devilish smirk. 

“I thought it was a joke. I… I didn’t think it would work.” The dog started to unbutton his shirt. 

“Look, whatever you’re doing, you need to fix this!” the horse yelled looking around for the otter. But he had vanished into thin air.

“I’ve been wanting this for most of my life. And now I can indulge myself in everything. God does exist.” The dog unbuckled his pants as he got closer to the tiny horse staring up in disbelief again. “Hell, I’m pretty much god of this household now.”