River grumbled as he looked at the calendar on his phone. The three month rape-class was dragging on far longer than he thought. Puffing air past his snout, the naked silver-blue dragon twink sank deeper into his couch. Then his stomach sank further, chilling himself as he remembered what he ordered on his phone before checking the calendar. Shaking his head, he stopped himself from thinking about it too much, and reminded himself he hadn’t committed yet. 

Besides, he had no reason to be like this, he should be excited. Shawn was coming over, for dinner, and hopefully some bed-breaking ass pounding afterwards. Checking his phone again to see the time hadn’t changed, River bolted up when there was a knock at his door. It began opening, River of course giving the hunky stallion a spare key. Before the sapphire dragon could round the corner, the horse called out into the luxury apartment. “River? Can you help me-“

River ran around the corner to the entryway, slammed his hands on the nearby table-shelf-thing he didn't bother to know the name of, and hiked his tail high. Nice ass raised and pushed out, he made sure his hole was accessible. He looked back with a happy, pleading face, only to find Shawn carrying what seemed like ten grocery bags on both his beefy arms. Though he smiled with a lighthearted laugh, and a slight blush at the naked dragon presenting himself so needfully. “-with the groceries, River.”

Ears folding in his own embarrassed flush, the dragon quickly pushed off the table with a little sheepishness. “O-Oh, y-yeah. No problem. I… should probably put some clothes on…”

As the big stallion sauntered past the lithe twink, he winked at River. “What? And block the best view your place has? No way.”

Well, that made the comparatively little dragon blush, cutely drawing his arms in with a surprisingly shy pose. Hands perfectly landing to block the view of his intricate and engraved silver-blue chastity cage. Shawn could only warmly chuckle while heading to the grandiose kitchen River’s apartment boasted. “Wow, look at that. River? Shy and blushing? The man who dances naked in a club, who first dragged me into the bathroom to suck my dick?”

Following, River shook his head with a smitten smile. “Fuck off, I couldn’t drag you if I tried. Twig vs. boulder.”

“Things were more balanced in school, even if it doesn’t seem so.”

“Didn’t need to be. What were you going to do? Say no to getting a blowjob?”

“Of course I couldn’t! You looked so eager and excited. I still remember your face when I finally dropped the pants.”

“And I’m sure I’m not the only one to make that face.” River said, managing to take half the bags off Shawn’s hands. Their weight seemed to triple the moment he fully took them, arms wavering a bit. “Holy hell, did you buy half the store? I didn’t even tell you to get anything…”

Shawn shrugged. “I know, but you’ve cooked for me every night I’ve stayed. Figured we’d try a new recipe, but together this time.”

A bit of a cheeky smirk was sent from the blue dragon, “Are you trying to turn our expressly-for-fucking meetups into some kind of bonding experience?”

The stallion’s face grew a little more serious, but just as friendly, determination in his eyes. “No, I’m trying to make it the location of our first real date.”

That froze River mid-step, until the heavy weight of the bags continued his momentum and he almost fell. Eyes wide, he stared at the man, who now looked increasingly more unsure as the silence drew on. Finally reaching the island counter, the naked dragon twink set the bags down. Then slowly turned to face the now second-guessing horse. To Shawn’s credit, he stood his ground. “If that’s alright with you, it is your place after all.”

A gentle shake of his head and a relieved yet incredulous puff from the dragon’s snout. “No, no, it’s… Absolutely yes, I just…” A deeper breath. “I, uh, just… never thought this would ever be official. It’s been unofficial for so long, that I never figured…” River looked up to the man, a new light in his eyes. “Thank you.”

A matched look dawned on the stallion’s own visage, the sweeping tail swishing about behind him. “Yeah, I kinda had the same thoughts. But with so many nights ending with me wishing we dated before, I just had that midnight-breakthrough of… well, why not just date now? It’s not like we’re strangers.”

The naked boy looked down at himself, scales shining, his silver-ish featherlike mane and tufts running down his back from head to tail immaculate as ever. Being a dancer, he might care a bit too much about his image at times. He waved at his nude self. “Surely not. Man, I… just need a moment to let this sink in. Yeah, I… should’ve asked a long time ago. At least weeks ago. I got too caught up in keeping things the same, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. There was certainly nothing wrong with the same, and I didn’t realize it myself until recently.” Shawn said, reaching out to ruffle River’s head. He had to smirk at the visible elation that quickly infected the dragon. “Now, let’s get cooking.”

—

To say it had been a good week was a massive understatement. It had everything River wanted. His usual exciting job, the usual fat paycheck, the usual sore ass, but this time a product of a handsome stallion, and the new addition: steamy romance. It almost got cheesy, but River and Shawn had a lot of catching up to do. Everything from flowers and chocolates, to rose petals and blowjob coupons. River found a new definition of satisfied these past few days.

It only made his apartment even more lonely when Shawn wasn’t there though. A soft sigh, River reaching his hand off the pillow to speed up the fuck-machine ramming a horse dildo up his butt. As the slaps and whirrs grew a touch faster and louder, River relaxed back on the comfy floor mat, practicing his masterful arch and ass-raise. Until the io-band smartwatch he wore buzzed with a notification from building management that he had a package in the postal room. Tsking, River continued to lay there and take it, not wanting to get up.

—

That coldness spread through River’s body, staring, hands a little shaky. Questions, concerns, doubt and fear plagued him. He stared at the result of an online order made days ago. It had only been four weeks since his little incident of revealing his chastity to his entire rape class. A community led schooling of the topic and method to rape people, needed to obtain a rape license. He was only in it because Shawn couldn’t find people to truly let loose on, and the cop stallion refused to take up River’s offers. Scared of pushing away the professional prostitute seemed silly, but River appreciated the sentiment.

The class and license was the next best option. A legal outlet given to those who needed it. It wasn’t cheap, it wasn’t a free pass to do absolutely anything you wanted, but it would be considered inconceivable to those living a hundred years ago. The ‘chastity incident’ was a result of work complications, since his job is the cause of his chastity. This was something the instructors didn’t care for, and in fact leaned into bullying him for it. Not dire enough he could report them, even if someone would listen. But enough to make him dread and hate the weekly class sessions. 

He tried confronting the woman instructor in personal office hours to have an amicable discussion, but it just opened the wound more. River was shocked at how much he hurt. He wasn’t some sheltered kid, being called a sissy didn’t really do much harm. His clients said worse when they were on top of him. No, the pain came from the labeling of the teacher’s own bullying as his fault. For not only humiliating him, then going out of their way to call him out for disrupting their class.

The dragon was, understandably, upset. A little stewing rage, some alcohol, but even that wasn’t enough to make him snap. No, in fact he ordered this package just before Shawn showed up for what would be their first date. What chilled River now wasn’t that this purchase he held was a rash, impulsive action. Rather, It was one he made in his own right mind. One he didn’t believe himself capable of using, but knew he was going to. He could see himself making the terrible choice, recognize it as such, yet he made no moves to stop it. 

In fact, as he slipped the box into the backpack he brought to class, he almost felt excited. The heartbeat was no longer slow and dreadful, but pulsing with energy. The fear and uncertainty in his gut switched to enticingly anxious butterflies. The coldness left his veins to find a new fueling warmth, a fire he never had reason to use. River questioned how long this hatred had been in him, or if the bat and buck duo teaching the class were able to somehow bring out the worst in him with but a few words.

—

“You look a little Tense, River.” Shawn said, raising a thick brow at the dragon clutching his backpack as the car sped through the city. The wheel turned on its own, the boy staring blankly out the driver’s side window. The words from his passenger yanked him out of whatever trance he was in, almost startled as sharp eyes locked to Shawn. It took a moment for him to be present again, relaxing.

“W-Well, forgive me, but… I don’t exactly look forward to this class anymore.”

The stallion took on a sympathetic look. “You never did, River. You tagged along to get me to do it. If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t need to stay. I’m far enough in that your presence and encouragement- while welcome- aren’t necessary. Don’t stress yourself out for nothing, River.”

The dragon shook his head, but had a thankful smile. “Thanks, Shawn. But I feel like if I drop out now, they win. And I already paid, might as well use it even if I’m unlikely to get a license. Still, I’ll keep it in mind that there’s nothing holding me here.” He gave a sweet look over to the stallion, the buff cop returning it quite competently. Their hands found each other atop the console for the rest of the trip to the community center the class took place at.

—

Another boring session only interrupted by the instructor’s attempts to call River out or target him. It was strange. There was peace inside him, while his heart burned. A weight of what he was about to do, yet lifted with the clarity that acceptance brought. The words the bat or buck spat at him felt flat today. Perhaps it was the knowledge the petty insults paled in comparison to what his hands were about to inflict. Within this clarity, he noticed he wasn’t the only one. Their questions and call outs were spread equally, but were all just as thinly vehement. A thought spawned that perhaps he was just too focused on what was said to him to recognize what was said to others, that he wasn’t alone. Even Shawn expressed how much of a bitch the bat woman was. 

No matter. River stood in the bathroom now, awaiting his mandatory one-on-one office hours with the male instructor, the buck Dominic. He dropped his backpack, taking out the contents and double checking them. He held them in his hands, feeling them, marveling at them. Products made in a factory, assembled by more hands than his own, packaged by another pair, and delivered by another. Would the guilt of their use spread up the line? Or linger solely on him? He was prepared. That’s all that mattered. He assembled the larger of the two items, and prepped the smaller one for easy access within the backpack.

His watch buzzed, and the sapphire dragon pushed off the counter, staring at himself in the mirror one final time. He knew there would be consequences, but he would face them just as he was about to inflict them. 

—

“Well, at least you’re on time.” The buck said with almost a sneer. Sitting at his desk in the too-small spare office at the community center. Clearly proud of this piece of shit place and life, purely because it was the only place he had power over someone else. River calmly sat across from him, setting his bag down by his feet. 

“I still respect keeping things professional, even if you don’t.” River said calmly, voice solid.

Dominic merely raised a brow. “Uh-huh, that’s why you felt the need to show everyone your little caged dick, right? Pure professionalism.” Giving a played up sigh, the buck shakes his head as a sign that topics are to be changed while he is on top. “Well, let’s be ‘professional’ then. You showed up, so that’s this week marked off as far as required actions. Now’s your time to ask questions if you have them. And, I request that you ask on-topic questions about the class and its materials, rather than trying to argue like you have before.”

River nodded. “Sure, I actually wanted to ask about one of the questions I got wrong on the last quiz. Here, let me get it really quick-“ While speaking, the dragon had reached down to open his bag, but what he pulled out was not a quiz. It was a slightly damp white cloth, and had nowhere to go but Dominic’s snout once River lunged out to snatch the man’s sprawling antlers. With barely a shout, the buck’s eyes rolled up and he thudded to the desk once River let go.

Professional was the key word here, as the boyish dragon calmly stood up and retrieved his pack to set it on the desktop before stripping quickly out of his own clothes. He then pulled out the main item, holding in his hands with reverence. A two foot long, arm thick, semi-transparent, orange silicone horse dildo. With spikes. The next item, a little disposable phone as a camcorder, set up on the desk and cued to record. He wanted to make sure the buck knew what happened, despite the drugs. He wasn’t doing this for his own pleasure, evident as he snapped the strap-on harness around his waist, and attached the immense dildo. 

Resting over and obscuring his chastity cage, the foreboding phallus that replaced his own malehood drooped and swung between his legs as River smoothly walked around to the buck’s side of the desk, hauling him further up the surface. With legs against one side, and arms hanging off the other, the sapphire boy made short work of the buck’s belt and pants, revealing a manly behind. Grabbing the base of his new, spiked shaft, it was slimy to the touch. He lifted it, a surprisingly taxing task, pointing the heavy flare between Dominic’s cheeks. With one hand on the deer’s ass and the other aiming his faux dick, River speared into the unconscious man.

There was no grunts, no screams, just a long wet noise as the dragon crudely rammed the entire thing in as fast as he could. Whenever he felt like he bottomed out, he just sawed it deeper, pulling out and forcing through as many times as needed, letting the toy’s inherent flexibility help him reach the deepest depths. The spikes weren’t exactly sharp, but they were solid, and not just for ‘her pleasure’. This entire getup was branded as a kit for female rapists, it was not designed to be kind. Dominic would be feeling their effects once he woke up, especially now that River had bottomed out. 

Working to break the deer’s hole as much as he could, the dragon swayed his hips from side to side while all two feet were sheathed in the man’s insides. First step was to tear his anus open wider. Not physically tear, but it probably would have felt like it if he was awake. River snorted with collected bemusement, seeing the comedy of using rape techniques this man himself taught. After a good few minutes stretching Dominic’s pucker wide and hard enough to get a faint ring of red around the shaft buried in him as a reward, River began the main course. Moving up to grip the deer’s antlers, the boy began a pounding that would scoot the desk every time his hips loudly slapped the buck’s ass.

The schlips and schlops of the pre-lubed toy barely equaled the ferocity of the furniture under stress and sound of the thrusts; the trickle of crimson on the long dildo growing more pronounced every time River drew completely back to re-ram the full set of spikes back in. It wasn’t a breakneck pace, every motion was timed and methodical, the dragon merely glaring down at his victim with stoic coldness, ignoring the camera he placed entirely. Slow pull outs, instant re-hilts. The rattling and screeching of the desk sliding on every paced impact proved a competent metronome.

Dominic would need to see a doctor after River spent the next hour brutalizing his rear end. By the time he pulled the soft toy out, the orange silicon snaking out of his colon before loudly popping free with a splat, the buck’s ass was nigh prolapsed, red and battered, abused and bleeding. Yet River wasn’t done. He unclasped the strap-on, setting it by Dominic’s face for when he woke up. Then he grabbed the final item. The cruelest implement. Returning to the deer’s vulnerable ass, River knelt down to firmly affix the too-small steel chastity cage to the man’s length. It took some time to properly compress it enough to fit, but once that click sounded, there was no going back.

It wasn’t made with a key in mind, a one-way latch. In fact, it triggered a sealant within the mechanism. Dominic would need to find a specialist and spend a fair chunk of cash to get River’s final gift off. The dragon estimated upwards of a month as realistic time he would be able to force the man into chastity. He was fine with it being just one day, a month was delectable. However, there needed to be a cherry on top. So the silver-blue dragon grabbed his disposable recorder, and shoved it up the man’s destroyed ass. If anything, the buck should thank him for fixing his prolapse.

River calmly re-dressed, grabbed his bag, and left. He met up with Shawn at the car, like usual. The stallion looked nervous, jittery, attention dancing around and focusing on every loud sound. “What’s up big guy?” River said, getting into the vehicle as the horse jumped beside him. “Miss me?” The dragon stuck his tongue out playfully, the switch flipped, whatever monster he spent the last hour unleashing got replaced with the happy boyfriend.

Shawn looked legitimately distressed. “R-River…”

The dragon tossed a hand, “Come on man, you only stutter that much when your flare pops into my stomach.”

Looking at his hands as what little fortitude the stallion had collapsed, there were bubbling tears. “R-River, t-the bat… Amanda… I… I fucking raped her, River. She just… fuck, the… attitude, the bitchiness, and then she had the fucking g-gall to bend over with shorts that fucking vanish into her fake ass. I-I could see her… I couldn’t stop myself. N-Not after all she said, after so long since I fully let go…”

Shawn turned to face a suddenly stoic dragon, the stallion looking with pure regret. “After… what she did to you… I couldn’t stop. I called an ambulance. I-I don’t know if-”

The car began moving, just as flashing lights began to close in. “Shawn.” River said, eyes focused, expression cool, the same voice that spoke to Dominic. He smiled at his partner. “You did the right thing.”


—


The police should have come. Calls should have happened. Why did nobody come looking when the two stopped showing up to class? One no longer had a need for the education, while one didn’t have the stomach. They counted their days, River unable to keep his own actions secret to his lover. Shawn was perturbed by the knowledge, able to tell his dragon’s voice was subtly different since that day. But he understood. He had no room to judge. They expected others to do that job, to find them guilty. There must be consequences, just as they inflicted them.

Shawn essentially took a vacation, being a cop himself, it was best if he wasn’t ‘on duty’ when the warrant for his arrest was issued. Functionally he moved in with River, who equally neglected his job. He knew there would be no point to worry about it with the coming punishment, and should there be some miracle, he could get away with a few weeks unexcused absence. They spent their time together in acceptance and understanding, talking, cooking, fucking. Living together to the fullest while they could.

Yet nothing happened. Not until both of them lay on the couch, merely snuggling together. They each received a call at the same time. River’s incoming was from Dominic. Shawn’s was from Amanda. They glanced at each other. But both nodded, accepting it was time. They answered. 

Both instructors spoke in unison, perhaps intentionally. “Congratulations. You passed.”

What. “What?” Dragon and horse blurted.

“You passed the class. Both of you.”

River found his voice faster, able to speak when Shawn couldn’t. “We missed the final! We- We- What!?”

The bat spoke, her usual haughty tone gone. Though the screen on their io-bands were small, he could see the video feed. Amanda had a black eye that was just seemingly healing, and a background of a hospital bed. “Not really. The real final isn’t on paper. We would have told you when you passed, but you chloroformed Dominic, and I was strangled unconscious. I won’t even touch on the broken bones. That hunky cop has quite the grip strength. And hip strength. Then you two never showed up again.”

That got River dumbfounded. “Why… Why call now?”

“You’ve probably calmed down a bit. Seeing the police aren’t knocking your door down. Had we called the moment we were able, you would have thought it a trick. But no, your licenses are in the mail for the physical copy and the Population Management Authority has added it to your digital profiles.” Concluded the bat, before the buck spoke. “Dirty trick with the chastity cage too, only just now found someone able to cut it off. I must say though, recording it and then shoving the phone up my ass? I don’t usually see new things like that this long on the job. Kudos.”

River stared, and stared hard. Before groaning in confusion and rubbing his temples. “Okay, hold the fuck on, what is happening.”

Dominic chuckled, before a wince came through. “Sorry, my ass is still sore. Don’t normally have to take things so deep. But, the class is basically a glorified website. There isn’t anything we teach that a quick search can’t turn up. No, our job is to get aspiring rapists in a physical gathering, and figure out which ones are actually at risk of raping someone, as those are the ones that need a license. Acing the class might get you a low-level one, but the real test is whether or not you rape someone during the duration. We just add… motivation, and paint targets on our backs. Since we would know best if you were raping properly.”

The dragon might as well be trying to make the buck’s head explode with his mind, his stare was so strong. “But- What-“

The deer shrugged. “Trust me kid, you’re not the first, or the worst. Even though you made my ass bleed pretty good, it didn’t even get infected this time. You were really good, honestly. Effective, to the point, and inventive. But most importantly, intentional. Plus, if you didn’t record yourself, you’d be a ghost. It’s almost scary how you managed to get a rape method akin to illegal rape. Dildo, so no DNA evidence, coating your hands in lube to avoid fingerprints, chloroform, the works. I’m impressed. I’d almost say you’re an existing serial rapist with the level of skill in your execution, but there’s nobody with a calling card of shoving cameras up asses.”

Dominic playfully winked, “Thanks for the unscheduled colonoscopy by the way, you’d make a cute doctor. Also, for future reference, chloroform doesn’t work that way, it takes a little while to kick in, the immediate reaction I had was fake. Almost broke character I was so excited, but as I said, I am nothing but professional~”

River looked like he was about to have an aneurysm and merely pulled his phone away from his face, squarely hit the end call button, got up, and walked away with confused grumbles. That left Shawn and Amanda on the line, as River went to stare at a wall in contemplation. Her voice was completely different than during class. “So, sorry to ruin the magic, but the asshole teachers are characters. We’re just state-employed masochists with theater degrees. That being said, I… do want to say that what you did was… the worst I’ve ever experienced. I’m still in the hospital. I’ll probably be retiring after this class is all said and done now that I… well, can’t do certain things anymore. I went ahead and actually recommended you to be invited into this year’s snuff license prospects. Sometimes it's better to kill outright, than maim for the rest of their life. I know you might not want that, but… accidents will happen. Better to be safe.”

A warming look flourished on her bruised face. “But, I just wanted to say that I signed up for this. Don’t hold what you did against yourself, it was what you’re supposed to do. Better me than a poor random person on the street. You are a textbook reason for why the license exists. I don’t blame you, or hate you. I’m actually… kinda proud of you. Both of you. You two were not on our list of expected passers. The goodie cop and the caged boytoy. Especially River. I might have gone too far with the cage-shaming, but you can see what lighting a fire under his balls brought out. It’s better that I did, because now he is aware of that part of him, and can regulate it. Rather than letting it explode on someone else down the line.”

She chuckled briefly. “And don’t let Dominic know I told you, but he had a huge crush on River the entire class. Huge. When he woke up, the first thing he did was call me in excitement. Unfortunately, I was still getting surgery, but he was downright giddy that his favorite dancer pegged him. Turns out he’s a fan of a certain gentleman’s club. He’s going to treasure that video.” With a final wink, the woman nodded and ended the call.

Shawn was left sitting there, staring at his wrist, the screen as blank as his expression.

A shout echoed from the bedroom in the background as River banged his head on the wall. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

A text message appeared on Shawn’s io-band. “Btw, don’t tell anyone to rape their teachers to pass. Seriously, part of being a license holder puts you on 24/7 digital surveillance, ‘they’ will know if you leak it. Pass it on and remember to read the fine print boys~”

Shawn finally blinked.

Another message popped up after the long silence. “Omg, Dominic says he’s gonna save up to book River at his club. Wants a ‘repeat experience, but with ropes’. His words exactly. Tell your bf that if he wasn’t happy with just buttraping Dominic’s ass, his wallet will be on the table soon <3”

The horse continued to stare long after the watch went dark again. Minutes, even. Until finally, the words reached his mouth: 

“What?”