Room 219

Trigger warning: this chapter deals with rape in a graphic setting. Be advised before you read.

Dust walked slowly down the hall to his room. The anger from earlier had mostly been replaced by weariness now, but inside he was an emotional mess. He stopped in front of his door. He had found an open/closed sign at a store, which he used to denote if he was in the room or not. It also served well to deter business on nights when he just didn't feel up to it.

He left it on "closed", instead noticing the small scrap of paper taped to the door.

Hey Dust, what have you been up to lately? Heard some... stuff. You trying to make our dorm look bad or something? We got rules around here, dude. I don't want to hear this... stuff anymore. You're a good colt, don't blow this.

- Red Tape, Whitefeather Hall RA

Dust muttered under his breath and pulled the note off, crumpling it and dropping it in the waste can as he walked in and closed the door behind himself. Maybe Shadow had been right. Maybe it really was time to give this up.

He arrived at his desk and slumped into the chair, staring into space. There were so many thoughts going through his mind that he couldn't pick one to focus on. Frustrated, he grabbed a pad of paper and a quill. Maybe I should write a letter...

Dust began to scrawl a note home.

Hey mom. School's going well so far. Now that midterms are done, I think I'm set up pretty well for my classes this semester. I've had a bit more time to study now that my job has

He muttered and crumpled up the paper.

Mom,

School's alright. I'm sorry I haven't written very often this semester. I'm trying to stay busy. The place where I used to work on campus sort of burned down, so I had to find other work, but I did! It pays pretty well, and I can work from my dorm room, so I have a

He dropped the quill, splashing ink haphazardly across the page. He tore the paper in half with a growl, dropping the parts to the floor. This isn't helping! It's all just such a pack of lies. I can't do that anymore, not to my own mother... Even so, the blank paper mocked him, repeating Saxus' pointed comment. Dust hung his face in his hooves. I'm doing something I can never tell my mom about. What the—what the fuck am I doing?

Dust let out a slow, long sigh and picked up the quill again.

Mom,

I miss dad. I really wish I could talk to him right now. Things this semester have gotten, well, complicated. My job has changed, and while I'm making more money, I'm just not sure if it's the right deal for me. I wish I could ask him if he's ever felt like I do, and what he did about it. I'm not sure if I've ever missed him as much as I do now. I'm not trying to cut you out or anything, but as much as I enjoy your advice, I could really use the input of a stallion.

I'm sorry I haven't written much lately. I've been keeping busy. My grades are still up, though, so I feel good about that.

I've gotten a little homesick this semester. Okay, maybe more than a little. Can't wait for summer. Hope the shop is doing well.

I love you, mom.

-Dust

Dust sat in his desk chair, staring out the window in silence. Behind him, on the desk, a pile of textbooks sat disregarded. Outside, the dusky streets were just beginning to empty of traffic and ponies milling about, finally headed back to their dorms for the evening.

A knock sounded, a loud one. Dust ignored it.

It came again, more insistent this time. With a tired sigh, Dust got up and walked over to the door. Outside, in the hall, stood a unicorn.

He was a rather striking one, too. His yellow coat was immaculate, his black mane slicked back. His features could have been carved from marble, they were so ideal—even if the scowl he wore did diminish from it a bit.

"'Bout damn time," he spat.

Dust frowned. "Well excuse me, then. I've seen you around. High Society, right?"

"Hmmph," he snorted, "and I suppose you must be the one called 'Copper', yes?"

"Oh," Dust replied, sagging slightly. "One of those kind of visits." He hooked a hoof at the "closed" sign hanging on his door. "We're not open today. You'll have to come back another time. Sorry."

He moved to close the door, but found it pushed back in his face painfully. High Society stormed into the room. "Who in Equestria told you your opinion mattered? I'm the customer, here."

Dust stumbled back, rubbing his muzzle. "Look, dude, I don't know what you think gives you the right to stomp in here like you own the place, but—"

"Shut. Up." The unicorn eyed him unpleasantly. "We both know why you're here, and I've got the bits, so I'll decide when I show up. I've heard a few stories about you, Copper, and when I hear something or somepony praised highly, I get skeptical. So, I'm here to see if you live up to the hype."

Dust's jaw worked slowly in amazement, words completely failing him. "I—what, I don't—you..."

"Wonderful. Such a stirring opening."

"Okay, look, I don't care who you are, I've had it. Take a hike."

Instead, the unicorn stepped in closer, glaring at Dust. "And go where? The president's office? Maybe the Manehattan guard post?"

Dust paled. "Y-you wouldn't..."

"Do you really believe that?" High Society replied with a smirk.

"I, uh, not really."

"Indeed. Ponies do not tell me 'no', Copper," he said, practically spitting Dust's nickname. "Certainly not worthless little whores."

Dust's ears fell, folding flat against his head. "I—I don't—I'm not—"

"Oh, I'm sorry," the unicorn said, his voice light and mocking, "so I misunderstood! You don't raise your tail for anypony with a few bits, then? It must just be because you're so into the sex, and I suppose the money is just a tip, right?"

Too humiliated to even blush, Dust shrank back to his haunches. "Please," he begged quietly, "just go away."

"I swear to Luna, your voice is annoying. Stop talking and do something useful with your mouth instead."

"No, no, I don't—gah!"

Dust flinched, falling to his belly as High Society shook out the hoof that had just punched Dust in the face. "Well, if it's going to be like this, we'd better keep other ponies from interfering, shouldn't we?" As Dust lay on the floor, rubbing his jaw tenderly, the unicorn quickly cast a soundproofing spell over the room. Some back part of Dust's mind noted that he seemed extremely well-versed in that spell to cast it so casually.

"Now then," he said, turning back to Dust, his eyes dangerous. "Open your mouth."

"...please..."

Irritated, High Society reached out and grabbed Dust's muzzle with a hoof, squeezing painfully against his bruised jaw. Dust's mouth opened out of reflex, trying to ease the pressure, and he felt the much larger unicorn move forward, to stand over his body as he lay on the floor. In front of him, he saw the stallion's erection growing quickly, pointing at his muzzle. As his eyes watered in pain, High Society shoved his cock roughly into the pegasus' mouth.

"And if I feel your teeth once," the voice from above growled, "you will regret it."

Dust closed his eyes, feeling tears starting to well. Without another option, he submitted, relaxing his body and accepting his role. High Society released his muzzle, settling into a slow thrusting motion. The unicorn was the largest customer he had had yet, by a wide margin. Even from a straight-on angle, it was a challenge to open his mouth enough to accept the stallion's member.

At least I don't have to DO anything, Dust thought.

He soon realized, however, that he was in a dangerous spot. High Society had him backed up almost against the wall, and with him standing over the pegasus, Dust had nowhere to go, no escape. The thought really sank in as he felt High Society's stallionhood probing the back of his muzzle.

His eyes snapped open in fear. No, please don't do that!

Feeling the beginnings of a gag, High Society chuckled. "Aww, that's cute. Better start swallowing, little whore, because I'm coming in."

With barely enough time for Dust to catch a breath, he pressed hard forward, plunging the head of his cock right past Dust's muzzle and into his throat. Dust gagged and shook, trying to swallow as best as he could to keep from throwing up. The unicorn had him held down well. There was no way he could pull back. Dust fought against a near-constant wave of nausea as his body tried to fight against the huge invader.

High Society's hips smashed into his nose, his sac swinging forward to smack into his chin as the unicorn started to brutally fuck his muzzle. Dust could feel the edges of his vision starting to blur, both from tears leaking and his oxygen being cut off by horse flesh. Dust had to focus hard on trying to catch any fraction of a breath in between thrusts, unable to spare worry for anything else going on. His ears and hooves were starting to tingle when the unicorn pulled out, leaving him gasping and sputtering on the floor.

"Harmony, you're awful," his customer sneered. "How the hay do you get ponies to pay you for this?"

Dust couldn't respond between coughing. His throat was raw and sore.

"Catch your breath, slut, we're not done yet."

Dust tried to keep from crying as High Society moved back into position. His erection bobbed, lightly slapping Dust in the side of the muzzle.

"Come on, little whore. You know what to do."

Dust closed his eyes, unable to obey.

"This is what you're good for. Be a good little cockslut and suck me."

Dust reached gingerly up with a hoof and guided the tip of High Society's shaft to his lips. He fought back a sob as he licked at the head and pulled the cock into his muzzle.

"Yeesssss..."

The unicorn started to pump again, thrust his stallionhood back into Dust's throat. The pegasus could hardly feel it anymore. He just focused on running his tongue around his mouth, trying to reach every part of the large, turgid shaft.

"See, you can learn. Now show me how you enjoy it."

Dust moaned as ordered, the vibrations running across every inch of the cock as it pressed into his throat. The more he moaned, the more High Society allowed him room to breathe. The stallion panted above his body, his thrusts growing less consistent and more erratic.

"I'm going to cum, little slut. Don't you dare waste a drop."

Dust sobbed and took a deep breath just as High Society rammed his cock roughly into his throat again, holding his muzzle as tightly against his crotch as he could. He banged painfully against Dust's nose over and over, hunching his hips. Suddenly, Dust felt the large phallus twitch and shoot a load straight down his throat into his belly. There was no taste, no initiative to swallow, just holding his breath and waiting for it to end.

Just before he blacked out, Dust felt the unicorn pull out, spraying a last small spurt across his cheek. Now Dust could taste it. It was absolutely vile. He felt like he was going to throw up. In his mind, he could feel the deposit of stallion cum sloshing in his belly. Dust collapsed to the carpet, looking up blankly at the leering face of the domineering unicorn.

"Not as bad as I feared," he mocked. "Now, let's try out that little ass of yours."

"No!" Dust shouted, unable to keep from crying anymore as he stood. "Please, no, just go! I—"

High Society snarled, lashing out a hoof and decking Dust painfully just below his eye. "What did I tell you!" he screamed. "You don't tell me what to do, you slut!" He kicked Dust roughly in the side, buckling the smaller pony's legs and sending him back to the ground. As Dust sobbed, the unicorn lit his horn, pulling Dust's forehooves together and holding them fast against the carpet. Dust could see High Society's cock returning to full mast as he felt his rump being magically lifted up and put into position, his tail pulled roughly upwards and his wing twisted painfully. He yelped, which drew a chuckle from High Society.

"Well, it looks nice at least."

Dust shivered as he felt the unicorn move behind him and rear.

He shrieked out loud in pain as High Society penetrated him in one forceful thrust.

There was no preamble, no subtlety, and no caring whatsoever. High Society was only focused on rutting him as hard and degradingly as he could, with no regard for the pony under him. Dust wept between choking gasps, feeling like he was being torn open over and over. The incredible pain in his ass helped to cover the absolute lack of feeling inside. Dust could feel his cheek burning as his face was forced down into the carpet, grinding forward and back in time with the unicorn's brutal thrusts.

Is this what I'm good for?

Eventually, Dust went limp, allowing his tormentor to have his way with him. Dust's mind simply checked out, static seeming to fill all of his senses as he was raped. Nothing was real, nothing mattered. It was his escape, and he embraced it. The pain was muted. The shame was foreign. It was somepony else sobbing fitfully, not him.

Until High Society came.

The world returned in a blast of sensation as Dust felt the splashes of cum against his insides. It seemed like minutes until High Society was done, and Dust felt heavy with the combined results of both orgasms. The pegasus cried out a last time as High Society tugged his cock free from Dust's asshole, leaving it gaping obscenely. Dust could distinctly feel his seed running down his leg as he fell back to the carpet again, finally released.

High Society wiped his flagging erection clean on Dust's bedsheets. "Stars above, that was a waste. You're not a bad cocksleeve, Copper, but you aren't worth anything more than this."

The unicorn tossed a silver 5-bit piece to the floor. It bounced off of Dust's face, drawing a wince.

High Society turned, dropped the spell, and opened the door without another word.

Dust leapt up, not even waiting for High Society to leave, tears still fresh in the pegasus' eyes. Without caring who may have seen him, Dust dashed into the hall and ran for the restroom. He slammed a stall closed behind himself, squeezed out every bit of the unicorn stallion's seed he could manage, and then turned just in time to throw up violently. His body protested, but he evacuated every bit of his stomach's contents, including a bit of blood from his abused throat. It seemed like it took forever. Minutes passed, but still his body gave up more and more in wracking, sobbing heaves.

Dust flushed the toilet, his breath coming in wheezing gasps from his ragged throat. He tried to clean himself up as well as he could manage with just paper towels on hoof, and stumbled numbly back to his room. On his door, staring starkly into his face, High Society had carved "WHORE" across the surface in hoof-high letters.

Dear mom, he thought to himself, not even bothering to close the door behind himself. You son is a worthless slut.

Dust lay on the floor, trying to hold himself together. Every part of his body hurt, and some part of his mind knew he was sick, bruised, dehydrated, and probably quite a few other things, too.

He heard a small, quiet knock on his doorframe. Saxus stood there, looking pensive.

"Hey, dude, I feel really bad about the way we... Dust?" He glanced around, seeing the surface of the door. "Dust, what the hell happened?" He trotted into the room, seeing where Dust was laying, and noticed the ugly, dark bruise in Dust's rust-colored fur. "Dust... did somepony—"

Dust nodded.

Saxus closed the door and sank to the floor beside Dust, pulling the small pegasus into his hooves.

Dust collapsed, leaning against Saxus' chest and crying harder than he ever had in his life.