That’s a dude...

Dust stared blankly at the earth pony stallion in the hallway. His visitor was shying away, his face bright red as he stammered awkwardly.

“I mean, this is your card, right?”

That’s a dude...

“I wasn’t sure, cause it didn’t say anything about mares or stallions...”

That’s a dude...

“I—I, uh—I’ve got bits.”

That’s—wait, what? Dust shook himself and stepped aside. “I’m sorry, I just—come in for a moment.”

The stallion muttered his thanks and stepped quickly into the room. The word “scampered” sprang to Dust’s mind.

“Are you afraid of being seen or something?” he asked, offering a chair.

The visitor shrugged off his bookbag and dropped it against the wall near the door before settling down, still wide-eyed and fidgety. “Um... I don’t know, really, I—” He ran a hoof through his blonde mane. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Dust sat down across the small dorm room from his visitor, sizing him up as his head spun from what was happening. The tan earth pony wasn’t really large or small, but he was pretty lean. He looked like a runner, or maybe even a gymnast—but his trophy-shaped cutie mark wasn’t offering any clues. Whatever he was, he clearly wasn’t any more comfortable with the situation than Dust was. “Okay,” the pegasus started slowly, “so you just found my card?”

“Well, sorta. I actually found it two weeks ago. I thought about throwing it away, but I just held on to it. I don’t really know why.”

Dust snorted ironically. Makes sense. I can’t figure out why I didn’t throw it out either.

“Anyway, I didn’t think I’d come by. I, well, wasn’t really interested. Not just in stallions, I mean, at all. I’m generally way too busy working out and practicing for that sorta stuff.”

“Oh? You an athlete then?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m on the tennis team.”

Dust nodded. “Okay, so what should I call you? You don’t have to give me your actual name if you don’t want to. I won’t go looking you up or anything.”

“Okay, yeah, that makes sense. The guys on team all call me ‘Winger’. Well, at least they do when they’re being nice, anyway.”

“Okay, you can call me ‘Copper’. Are the ponies on your team mean to you?”

The earth pony sighed and slumped slightly, looking at his own hooves. “Not really mean, I guess, but I don’t fit in at all. In the locker room, the guys on the team are always talking about all the mares they know and stuff like that. Somepony always has a story, or a comment, or a date that they’re going to do things on—except for me. I’m shy, so I never say anything anyway, and I think they’re all, well, they’re wondering about me. If they found out for sure that I’m a virgin, I’d never hear the end of it.”

Dust’s head canted. “And they wouldn’t if they knew you lost your virginity to a stallion?”

“Well... I wasn’t planning to tell them that part...”

“Do you really think this is the best way to make yourself feel more confident around them?”

“I don’t know—I didn’t really expect an interview about this. Hmmm...” To his credit, Winger looked like he was thinking hard about the question for a moment before he answered. “It’s not just that, Copper. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Like, actually nothing. I guess, I just really want to know what it’s like.” He looked up and gave Dust an extremely awkward grin. “I’m just, like, really nervous right now, you know?”

“Can I be honest? This is my first time, too.”

Winger stared at the pegasus, surprise written on his face. “So, you’ve never... Really?”

Dust shook his head. “Nope. You’re the first one.”

“So why are you doing this, then?”

“To put it plainly, I need the money. I lost my job, and if I can’t come up with some big-time bits by the end of the semester, I’m going home.”

Winger sprang over to his pack and started digging through the bag. “Oh! I’ve totally got bits. I didn’t know how much to bring, so I guessed high. I hope that’s—”

“Woah, woah. We can cover that later, Winger,” Dust interjected, trying to calm his customer down a bit. “I realize now that I don’t really have a price list or anything, so I suppose we’ll have to haggle over that aspect. Did you have anything in mind?”

The earth pony blushed clear to his eartips. “I—uh, n-not as such...”

Dust felt his own ears getting a bit hot as well. Am I seriously going through with this? “I could—I mean—you’re the customer, so you get to make the call.”

Winger let out a large breath. “Whoo. Okay, so, um, do you think that maybe you could, like, use your mouth? Like, for starters?”

Dust swallowed hard. “Yeah, sure. I-I can definitely d—do that.”

The strangest feeling came over Dust. He felt like he was watching himself from the outside, like somepony else was in control of his body. He felt himself get up from his chair and walk slowly across the carpeted floor towards his guest—no, customer, he reminded himself. Winger leaned back in the chair out of reflex, his face still a vibrant shade of red. His legs were still closed rather tightly together, and his forehooves were held almost protectively over his thighs.

Dust took a deep breath and went to his haunches in front of Winger. I can NOT believe I’m doing this... He reached out and took Winger’s forehooves and gently moved them to his sides. Winger bit his lip. “I—I need to get, uh, get in,” he said quietly as he put his hooves to his customer’s knees and pushed them apart.

The sensation of fur under his hooves was almost startlingly intense. Winger’s jaw was practically trembling; whether from fear, nervousness, or anticipation Dust didn’t know. For his part, Dust was glad he was sitting down, because he was pretty sure his legs wouldn’t support him right now. Winger’s groin was right in front of him, and even in the circumstances, there was not a hint of his erection yet.

Wow, he wasn’t kidding; he IS shy. Well, I guess I have to help out if I want to get paid.

Dust leaned in slowly. The scent was clean, but undeniably that of a male, and Dust could pick up hints of soap. He took a shower before he came here! That’s just... thoughtful. Maybe, just maybe, I can get through this...

Settling himself a bit more comfortably on his haunches, Dust leaned in the rest of the way and touched his muzzle to the underside of Winger’s sheath. The earth pony gasped and clenched his eyes shut at the touch. Dust took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The smell of the other male blocked out almost all other sensations. It was cloying, almost repugnant, but somehow not. It was confusing, and enticing, and everything else at once. Without any other way to delay, Dust willed himself to touch his lips to the sheath.

Instantly, Dust could feel it swelling. He almost gagged at the idea that another male was getting hard because of him, but he pushed that thought aside. Just think of the bits, he told himself. But what do I do? What would I like?

He ran his nose over the length of the concealing flesh, sticking out his tongue to follow it. He traced it from the top of Winger’s sack to the top of the sheath just in time to catch his customer’s stallionhood spilling out into the open, and growing rapidly. The half-flaccid flesh momentarily draped itself across his muzzle, rubbing upwards as Winger’s erection solidified. Dust suppressed a shudder.

Bits, bits, bits, bits...

Dust ran his tongue roughly from the base to the tip, settling back for a moment of space and really seeing his work for the first time. The earth pony would have been slumped in the chair if his spine hadn’t been quite so rigid. He was biting his lip so hard Dust was surprised it wasn’t bleeding, and his eyes were tight closed. Wow, is he that uptight, or is this just that... weird?

He leaned back in, rubbing the side of his furry muzzle along the length, and looked up at Winger. The pony was breathing as hard as his clenched mouth would allow, the air sucking noisily between his teeth. “I-Is—is this... good?”

“Oh, Harmony, Copper. I—never felt anything—like—”

Wow, I had no idea I could do THAT to a pony! Awestruck by the effect he was having, Dust came head to head with Winger’s swollen glans. Jeez, that looks almost painful, he realized. I guess that has to go... into... my—don’t think about it, don’t think about it, just do it.

Dust placed his lips against the tip, and slowly parted his mouth. The smell intensified somehow, and Dust felt his mind getting a bit hazy as the head slid past his lips and met his tongue.

“Oh, Copper, wow, oh—” he cut off with a sharp, pained intake of breath.

Dust immediately pulled his mouth off of Winger’s cock. “Are you okay? Did I do something?”

“I-I’m fine,” the earth pony stammered, “you just—your teeth. That really kinda hurt.”

“Oh... right.” Dust was glad his patron hadn’t opened his eyes once yet, otherwise he might see how utterly humiliated Dust was feeling at the moment. He swore he must have been glowing with blush all the way to his tail. Hmm, so what do I do now?

Cautiously, Dust licked his lips a few times, opened his jaw as wide as it would go, and tried to maneuver his lips over his teeth. It took a few tries, but when he came back down and took Winger into his mouth again, there were no complaints whatsoever. Instead, Dust heard only a low moan coming from above.

I—I’m doing it!

The feeling of a pony’s member in his mouth was unlike anything Dust could compare to. It was warm, and alive, and it pulsed in time with Winger’s gasps. If he closed his eyes and thought about something else, Dust could ignore his situation, but everytime the other pony twitched, he was reminded that he was pleasuring a male. Still, the sounds were a bit... gratifying.

Winger finally moved, just one hoof. Dust felt a slight shift in his body, and then Winger’s hoof began rubbing ever-so-gently at one of his ears. Without even meaning to, Dust moaned slightly in his throat, causing Winger to tense and moan in return. The rubbing on his ear intensified, and Dust sank the rock-hard stallion a little further into his mouth as he murred.

It was a cycle, building on itself. The more Dust did to Winger, the more Winger relaxed and the tighter he rubbed Dust’s mane and ears. Dust felt his hoof raise and begin stroking the length of his patron’s cock as he pulled off and gasped for a breath. He glanced up to see Winger’s absolutely euphoric expression, eyes still closed, lost in his own world. Dust felt a twinge and glanced down. His own cock was out, dropping onto the floor between his legs. You traitor! his mind screamed. You shouldn’t—I don-don’t—I don’t enjoy... He looked back up as his hoof pumped Winger’s flesh, seeing his face from below.

Luna dammit, I AM enjoying this...

Willing himself to put it out of his mind, he reared back in, taking Winger’s cockhead into his mouth again. He moaned, running his tongue all around the swollen knob as his hoof pleasured the remainder. Winger gasped and hunched his hips slightly once, twice. Dust felt a sharper-than-normal tug on his ear, and he finally took the hint, plunging his muzzle back down the stallion’s flesh. He moved his hoof to rub gently at Winger’s sack as he bobbed, tongue splayed along the underside. Dust took it from his patron’s moans that he was doing well.

Dust tried to get more of it inside his muzzle, wondering if he could make it all the way down, but 6 inches from bottom he felt the head hit the back of his throat and gagged slightly. He pulled back off, took a few deep breaths, ignored the fluids smearing over his cheek, and went back in.

The pegasus soon found a good rhythm, where he could take Winger almost all the way to the back of his throat, stopping just before he triggered his gag reflex. Stars above, are my wings hard... he mused. Winger was at least as aroused, as his water preejaculate was streaming from his tip with every small thrust he made into Dust’s mouth. Dust swallowed in between every other bob, trying to keep up with Winger’s output. Poor guy wasn’t lying, he’s definitely pent up.

With no warning, Winger grabbed both of Dust’s ears and opened his mouth in a silent cry. Dust could feel the cock in his mouth pulsing stronger and stronger, and realized what was happening just a second too late. Winger came into Dust’s throat with a force that felt like a fire hose.

Dust felt the shot hit his throat forcefully. Caught in between breaths, he choked up, closing his throat, but the involuntary hunch his body made in response forced Winger’s stallionhood right up against the back of his mouth. Dust gagged, his body unable to decide whether to accept or repel the intruding fluid. Either way, the first shot was still coming as Dust jerked upwards, pulling the cock from his mouth and starting to cough. His hooves somehow knew their job, though, and continued to pump the spasming stallion’s length, pleasuring him all through his orgasm.

With barely enough time to register the all-encompassing taste and scent now filling his muzzle, Winger’s second pulse hit, shooting out to hit Dust right in the cheek. Dust shied, closing his eyes, and felt what seemed like a gallon of stallion cum hit his face in pulse after pulse after pulse.

Oh, Harmony...

The smell was beyond overpowering. It was undiluted maleness, and Dust’s brain couldn’t process it. The taste was bitter and pungent, and it coated every bit of his mouth, pooling on his tongue as he dumbly held his mouth open and caught the dregs of Winger’s climax on it. The wet warmth covered him. He could feel it running down his cheeks and dripping onto his chest. It was in his nose and mane. He cautiously opened one eye and saw Winger just coming down from his experience.

“Wow, Copper, I—oh jeez, I did all that?”

The look on Winger’s face was so absurd that Dust couldn’t help but chuckle. Small, nervous barks of amusement grew into actual laughs as his mind shut down, unable or unwilling to process what he had just done and what he was covered with.

Dust swallowed once, twice, and a third time, grimacing at the taste as he forced his mouthful down. He laughed again, giving Winger’s deflating shaft a last, long lick. “Damn, I guess you really needed that. I hope it was worth it.”

Winger slumped like there weren’t any bones in his spine. “I can’t even describe...” he panted. “Okay, now I know—know why the guys—always talk about sex so much.”

Dust stood slowly up, looking around for a towel, a rag, anything to clean himself off with so he didn’t have to go down the hall to the restroom covered in fresh semen. “So,” he offered slowly, “was that... enough?”

The earth pony blushed again, getting up on wobbly legs. “I—I don’t know...” he said. “I was, you know, kinda hoping to know what actual sex was like.”

As if I DIDN’T know it would come to that...

Dust remembered that he had a roll of paper towels in his closet, and stood up to find them with only one useful eye. “I understand, Winger. It’s not a problem. Give me just a second to... clean up.”

Winger nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, no problem.” As Dust moved to pass him, headed for the closet, Winger leaned in. “Hey,” he whispered, “I know, like, you’re doing this for money, but thanks. It means a lot to me.”

Dust blushed hard as he wiped his eyes clear, glad to be able to hide behind the mass of paper towels. He tried to clean off his face and forehooves, realizing that to actually clean himself would require far more towels than he had on hoof.

Note to self: more towels. Also, he thought, trying to sniff anything through the reek of cum in his nose, probably more shampoo, too. Dear Harmony, I'm actually making a shopping list because of this job...

Forced to settle, Dust turned back. From his vantage point in the room, he could just catch a glimpse of himself in the small mirror by the door. The normally ruddy fur on his face was a deep brown, completely matted down and slick. His black mane was clumped together in shocks of stiffened hair that stuck out randomly, and his chest was still adorned with whitish splotches up to his chin. Self-consciously, Dust tried to smooth out his mane, absently wondering why he was so concerned with making a decent presentation to the stallion who was paying to rut him.

Winger's half-softened erection began to rise a bit as Dust turned to face him again. "Heh," he chuckled quietly, "is it weird that I find you kinda hot at the moment?"

Yes, he thought, catching himself. Well, I suppose I am standing next to a stallion, both half-erect, and I'm covered in his seed. I suppose being embarrassed over being admired by a male will have to get in line. Dignity can wait until after I get paid.

"I dunno," Dust replied, equally quiet. "You really think I'm hot?"

Winger shivered slightly, his cock twitching noticeably underneath him. "Yeah."

"Well, you can do something about that. How, uh, how would you like me?"

"I—um, I guess from, uh, behind?"

Dust nodded. "Okay, that's classic, I guess."

Seeing few other options, Dust turned to his bed and rested his front half against the mattress, closing his eyes as the remains of his guest's prior climax smeared between his chest and his sheets. I guess more laundry soap, too... He could sense Winger behind him, almost feel the stallion's nervousness. Hoping to encourage him, Dust flicked his tail from side to side, exposing himself to the earth pony. Winger's hooves hit the bedframe as he reared up.

"Winger—" Dust gasped.

He froze. "Yeah?"

"Just... go slow, please."

"Yeah, of course."

There was a brush against his tail, a gentle rub between his cheeks, and Dust felt the wet, hard tip of Winger's erection against his hole. He tried to relax, tried to not clench up, but he bit his lip all the same at the sensation. The touch became a gentle but forceful prod. Already smeared with cum, Winger's cock began to slip slowly inwards, spreading Dust's opening around it.

Dust moaned in pain, fear, nervousness, and arousal. The feeling of the earth pony's flat cockhead pressing against his ass was completely foreign, unexpected, unwanted—and yet Dust didn't want to tell him to stop. He gasped at the shock of pain as Winger slipped the head past his ring, truly penetrating the pegasus for the first time.

"You okay, Copper?" came the quiet voice from behind.

"I—yeah, I—oooh—never did this before..."

"Yeah—me—hmmmmm—neither..."

Winger's hoof came back down to support himself against the bedframe, and he began to press his length deeper into Dust's backside. The sensation being filled was completely new, and indescribable. Just when he thought he was sure to break in half, he felt Winger's hips bump up against his rump, and he knew that his customer was hilted deep inside him. Winger's chest came down to rest against the smaller pony's back, and Dust moaned out loud in spite of himself. There was something so... primal about feeling a body against his back, covering him, holding him down. As wrong as it felt, it felt—desirable. He felt desirable.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Winger pulled back, pressing his hips forward again, thrusting slowly. Dust could feel a small twinge with every movement, and knew that something must be torn back there. He hadn't had time to prepare for his first experience, and he would pay for it tomorrow, no doubt.

Despite the pain, there was a fire slowly building in Dust. His mind screamed against it, but he could feel his own cock starting to twitch against his belly, rubbing through his cum-streaked fur. Winger was pumping his length into Dust's body in earnest now, his ragged breathing seeming to echo in Dust's ear. The hot breath against his cheek and neck, the way Winger's hooves held him, the feeling of being filled to the brim over and over and over again—it was all having too much of an effect on Dust, and he gave over to the sensations, his mind shutting out every thought but the sexual act itself.

Winger stood back up, panting as he rutted Dust properly. The pegasus' wings were flat out against the sheets, spread so taut they almost ached as his hips were slammed against the bedframe. He realized that Winger would probably have been finished by now if he hadn't just cum from his oral ministrations minutes ago.

Dust moaned into the dense mattress, unable to reach his own aching erection. His hooves were pressed under his body as he was taken by the earth pony. He raised his head to stare into the wall, gasping for breath. He was shocked by his own voice.

"Oh, oh, uhhh, oh, Winger, yes! Oh, Harmony..."

Winger lay back down across Dust's back, stretching out to nibble at the base of his ear. Dust shook and writhed at the touch, gasping at the feeling of Winger's cock pressing against his insides as he moved. He felt Winger reach underneath his body and grab his bobbing length, beginning to pump his hoof along it as he thrust into Dust's rump. Dust moaned, trying to mumble his thanks to his customer for the hoof job, but he was unable to make coherent words anymore.

As taboo as it all felt, as utterly sexual and overwhelming as it was, Dust had no fuse left. He tensed, his rear hooves almost leaving the floor as his climax hit. He could feel his asshole grab onto the cock buried inside it, holding it tightly as he began to spray his seed onto the carpeted floor.

Winger stamped a hoof, reacting to the tightness of Dust's ass as the muscles rippled. He tucked his muzzle into the sheets alongside Dust's cheek, braying a muffled call into the fabric. He grabbed the pegasus tight around the middle and pressed as deeply as he could, and Dust felt the blast of cum paint his insides. It was warm and it pressed in waves. Dust felt himself filling up, heard himself moaning like a mare in heat. His legs shuddered, his body held up by the bed, Winger's hooves, and the stiff meat tucked under his tail.

After a minute, all movement stopped. Winger lay across Dust's body, panting softly in his ear as he regained his breath. Dust panted also, looking straight ahead at the wall, pointedly ignoring the feeling of cum leaking out of his ass around Winger's slowly softening member. He could feel the odd drip of semen tugged free by gravity from his own cock, both from his own climax and the rivulet of his customer's seed that ran down his balls and over his length to the floor.

He gasped involuntarily as Winger reared, slowly pulled his cock out of Dust's ass, and stood up. Unable to rise, or even look up, Dust lay still as the earth pony leaned over the bed, awkwardly whispered his thanks again, gave the pegasus a kiss on the base of the ear, and padded across the carpet.

There was a soft clink of coins on the dresser.

"You're worth more, but it's all I've got," Winger said quietly.

I can't turn down an invitation from somepony who's buying, after all...

The door opened and closed, and Dust slumped to the floor, curled into a ball, and hugged himself. He shook uncontrollably, laying in a puddle of sexual fluids. His ass hurt, and he could still feel cum leaking from his hole, matting his tail.

What the hell did I just do?

Author's Note

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