Oh, look, Sanscest lemons

Collar; Dust x Horror

TW;
Shock collar, dom!Horror, sub!Dust, nonconsensual/rape

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Dust was hanging out in his AU, it being ominously peaceful due to literally everyone being dead. He was at his old sentry station in Snowdin. The human was at the other side of the underground last he checked, along with the fact that they won't reset until they found and killed Dust, so he had a lot of time to kill, badum tssk. He didn't really have anything to do, so he decided to just vibe in his AU for a little bit. I mean, come on, how could Dust miss experiencing the thrill of the human hunting him down with the intent to crush his bones into powder? Dust honestly had nothing better to do except just sit and experience in the chilly snow air while awaiting death. It was the calmest Dust had felt in a few years.
I did say was, right? Two hands suddenly slammed onto the counter of Dust's station. Dust opened an eye socket and looked up to see Horror, a wide grin on his face. "What do you want, you freak?" Dust mumbled tiredly and closed his eye again.
"Wow, rude!~" Horror giggled. "Whatcha doooin?"
"Well, I was napping until you showed up." Dust huffed if annoyance, figuring he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep as long as this dumbass was here.
Horror just shrugged and leaned against the sentry post, a small smirk on his face. He was surprisingly quiet. Too quiet. Dust opened an eye to see what the hell Horror was doing, only to catch the deranged skeleton staring at him. "The fuck are you doing?" Dust asked grumpily, sitting up. Horror just shrugged again.
An awkward silence stretched between them. Eventually, Dust stood up. "Whelp, imma head out. You're fucking creepy." He rolled his eyes and walked around the sentry station. "See ya later, weirdo." Dust chuckled and turned to walk away. However, a hand reached out and grabbed the hood of Dust's jacket, pulling it off his head and tugging him back. Dust made a small yelping sound, going wide eyed as he felt something tighten around his neck. Almost instinctively, Dust's hands went up to his neck, feeling what the hell was there. There was a fucking metal collar! Dust turned to see what was behind him, and came face to face with Horror's smug ass grin. That mother fucker put a collar on him.
Dust paused and processed what had just happened, eyes wide in disbelief. Eventually, Dust's eye sockets flared a deep purple out of pure anger. "What the hell!?" Dust had shouted and attempted to summon a bone attack to stab Horror with, but nothing had happened. Well, almost nothing. As soon as Dust tried to use a magical attack, the collar gave him an electric shock, causing stinging pain to shoot through Dust's entire body. He screamed out in pain and nearly fell to the ground. Dust took a deep breath and glared back up at Horror. "What is this?" Dust asked with a bitter tone.
Horror just stared at Dust with a grin. "Wow, I thought you'd know it by that zap." He chuckled. "It's a magic cancellation collar, any magic you try to use with that thing on will cause ya to get shocked." Horror explained nonchalantly. "Stole it from Sci, it was honestly pretty easy." He shrugged.
"And w h y did you put this piece of shit on me?" Dust asked angrily. So many feelings went through his head. Rage, confusion, embarrassment, fear. Dust hated it, and hated it even more when Horror's smirk grew.
Horror crossed his arms. "Well, if you do as your told, you'll figure it out!" He chuckled, resulting in Dust taking a small step back. Horror just tilted his head at Dust's reaction. "Just do as I say, alrighty?"
Dust narrowed his eyes. "And if I don't?" He asked, anxiously tugging at the collar. He hated this, he hated it so much.
Horror just laughed lightly. "Well, you can't use magic, so I don't think you'd like to see what'll happen. Now come here." Horror commanded. Dust narrowed his eyes at Horror and was about to say something back, but Horror quickly cut him off with a sharp, "n o w." Dust flinched at Horror's tone and sighed, rolling his eyes and walking over to the maniac. Horror smiled, clearly pleased at the obedience, and grabbed Dust's arm, catching him off guard.
Before Dust could react, Horror had snapped his fingers and had teleported the pair into a room. After calming down and looking around, Dust quickly realized he was in an actually neat bedroom. He was unaware that Horror knew anything of the sort, but then again, Horror was full of surprises today. It had a red color scheme, various shades of red decorating the room. Chains hung from the lights on the ceiling. After a close examination, Dust saw the occasional blood stain on the walls. At that point, it clicked in Dust's head that this was Horror's bedroom in Nightmare's Castle, which surprised him even more that it was in somewhat good condition. Considering Horror acted like a rabid animal 99% of the time, Dust half expected Horror's room to be in worst condition than a squeaky chew toy.
Horror smiled and let go of Dust. "Go sit down and close your eyes." He hummed out cheerfully and went over to his dresser. Dust stared at Horror in surprise, but just shrugged and kept quiet. He didn't want to know what Horror would do if he defied him. Dust went over to the bed, which was actually fairly nice. He doubted Horror actually went under the covers and just flopped onto the bed, falling asleep like that. That's what Dust did, anyway, and that was how his own bed was in almost new condition.
As Dust sat down and closed his eyes, he heard Horror digging through the drawers of his dresser. Did he wait for Dust to close his eyes before he did anything? Weird, but whatever. After a few moments, it fell silent. Dust wasn't used to Horror being so hushed. It made him somewhat nervous. He was about to turn and look at what Horror was doing, but that option was quickly snatched from him. How, you may be wondering? Well, Horror had put a blindfold over Dust's eyes. Dust reached up to try and at least feel what the hell was going on, but his wrists had been grabbed and binded together, most likely by some kind of rope. "Horror, what the fuck!?" Dust shouted angrily, writhing around in attempts to get the rope off his hands.
Horror just cackled a little to himself and grabbed Dust's wrists, forcing him to stay still. "Don't do that, you're going to get rope burn or something if you keep that up." He informed nonchalantly.
Dust felt a panic attack coming in. What was Horror planning on doing, murdering him or something? He couldn't teleport away, if he tried he'd get electrocuted, and he couldn't remove his blindfold as his wrists were tied behind his back. Dust started to hyperventilate. This was worst than his nightmares. He felt a hand gently rub his shoulder, Horror's uncharacteristically hushed voice by where Dust's ear would be. "Calm down, little Dustbunny...it'll be alright..." Horror cooed.
"D-Dustbunny!?" Dust sputtered out the bizarre pet name, failing to keep his intense confusion and terror under control. "Explain what the hell you're doing, you asshole!!!"
Horror sighed and had started tugging Dust's jacket off his shoulders, causing Dust to tremble as his fingers gently brushed against him. "Sheesh, so tense...you need to calm down." Horror mumbled.
Dust's mouth was somewhat agape in disbelief. "Calm down? Calm down!? You have me blindfolded and tied up, you bitch!!! I don't know what's happening and you're a psychopath that comes from a world where half the underground are cannibals!!!" He shouted angrily.
Horror huffed a little at that. "So mean, my little Dustbunny...keep being so cruel and I might have to punish you." He growled out, the tone causing Dust to flinch.
What did Horror mean? 'My little Dustbunny'? Dust didn't belong to anyone, last he checked, and he sure as hell didn't belong to Horror. And what was with that pet name anyway? And what did he mean by 'punish'? As Dust thought about this in bewilderment, that's when it clicked. A bright violet blush exploded on Dust's face. He was an idiot.
"Y-You little..." Dust stuttered, trying and failing to calm himself down. Eventually, Dust's fight or flight had kicked in. Quite literally, as he proceeded to kick Horror away from him and made a run for it. However, being blindfolded and running around in a room you weren't familiar with at all is generally classified as a bad idea. Dust proceeded to run straight into a wall, falling back. Thankfully, someone had caught him. Wait a second, Horror was the only other person in the room. Shit.
Horror's grip on Dust was rough, it made Dust whimper slightly. "What did I say?" He growled quietly to Dust, who shuddered slightly. Dust tried to struggle against Horror, but was thrown back onto the bed. He felt Horror climb over him. "I warned you, didn't I? So misbehaved...we better fix that." Horror hissed out and proceeded to literally rip off Dust's shirt, causing the other to yelp out in surprise.
Dust proceeded to do the only thing he could think of. He screamed out for help. Screamed so loud, he thought he would immediately lose his voice. However, he was quickly silenced by Horror slapping him across the face. "Shut up." Horror huffed. "No one'll hear you, anyway. The castle's empty, remember?" Fuck, he was right. They were the only ones in the castle. Killer was hanging out with Color, Cross was off with Nightmare, probably on a date or something, and Error was destroying an AU and most likely fighting Ink. No one would come to help Dust, even if he screamed louder than a choir. Dust started to shake and hyperventilate in pure panic, which made him angry at himself. He didn't want Horror to see him like this, having an anxiety attack and completely helpless.
Horror scoffed slightly at Dust. "Keep in mind that you brought this upon yourself." He reminded before harshly biting down on Dust's neck, or what he could get of it around the collar anyway, drawing blood almost instantly. Dust shrieked in pain and subconsciously tried to teleport away, resulting in him being shocked. Horror tugged Dust's jacket further down his arms and, to his surprise, he felt something wet drop onto his cheek.
Horror retreated from Dust's neck to see the genocider, sobbing and trembling, the blindfold stained with his tears. The mark Horror had left was bleeding badly, and he could feel the blood dripping from his mouth. Horror's face started to heat up as he licked up the blood that dribbled down his chin. Dust tasted so good... Horror crept back to Dust and roughly grabbed his ribs, making Dust flinch at the sudden contact. Horror licked up the salty tears that got past Dust's blindfold. The blood tasted better, honestly. Dust shifted uncomfortably in Horror's grasp, though he quickly stopped moving. Horror had such a rough hold on him that any sudden moves would result in a broken rib.
Horror couldn't keep himself back anymore. He shoved Dust down, resulting in Dust crying out in panic. Horror took the opportunity and knelt down, forcefully kissing Dust and shoving his tongue inside his mouth. Naturally, Dust tried to fight back, but Horror had him pinned. The closest thing Dust could do to a struggle was pathetically wriggle under Horror, who did not seem to like that. Horror proceeded to bite Dust's tongue, causing Dust to let out a muffled scream as more tears streamed down his cheeks. Horror leaned away from Dust, a string of saliva mixed with blood connecting their tongues. He smirked as Dust panted and trembled miserably, blood dripping down his chin.
Dust felt like a goldfish in a bowl being preyed upon by a cat. There wasn't anything he could do. If he tried to fight back again, Horror would worsen the punishment and it was already bad enough. However, it suddenly got worst. Horror had started to tug off Dust's shorts and boxers at the same time. It was so humiliating and traumatizing, if anything. He was practically naked now, the only clothing he had being his jacket (that Horror had mercifully left at least half on) and the blindfold. Dust moaned out suddenly as Horror rubbed Dust's pelvis.
"Summon something." Horror commanded, catching Dust off guard. Dust, still terrified about the whole thing, stammered out something involving the collar, causing Horror to roll his eye. "I adjusted it, dumbass. I'm not as much of an idiot as I seem. Besides, you don't know how long I've been planning this." He explained calmly. "Now summon something."
Dust flinched as Horror's tone became harsher. How long had Horror been plotting this?! For all Dust knew, it could've been since they met. He whimpered slightly and forced himself to summon something in his pelvic area, thankful that it didn't result with him in being shocked. He suddenly gasped out as Horror rubbed Dust's newly formed clit with his thumb. "This'll do." Horror said happily and proceeded to dig around in supposedly a box, leaving Dust to tremble anxiously.
It felt like ages before something had happened, but as soon as it happened, Dust wished it didn't. Two large objects were shoved into both of his entrances and something was pushing against his clit, which Dust soon recognized as some sort of vibrator. Dust shrieked out in pain and he felt a bit of blood drip down his legs. He trembled violently, whimpering and sobbing out small apologies. This seemed to greatly amuse Horror, however it didn't make him plan on stopping the punishment any time soon. Horror had grabbed the remote for the vibrator and looked at it curiously. It had five settings, number five being the strongest. Without even hesitating, Horror cranked it up to the highest setting. Dust screamed out as all three ends of the vibrator started violently...well, doing what vibrators do. He arched his back and his tongue, still somewhat bleeding from Horror biting it, lolled out of his mouth. It hurt so bad, but it hit all the right spots. Dust was writhing on the mattress, drooling like an idiot through his shrieks while being rendered unable to speak or think. Horror eyes widened at seeing Dust like this, bright red blush covering his face and somewhat drooling. He looked down and saw a growing tent in his pants. Well, damn. Horror looked back to Dust, who was hugging himself with one hand and clawing at the blankets with his other.
Horror sighed and got off the bed, though Dust didn't seem to notice or care. He took off his own pants, his boner (badum tsssk) springing free from its confines. As soon as he did so, Dust had climaxed violently. "Sheesh, Dustbunny. You haven't even had that thing in you for five minutes and you already came?" Horror cackled as sat back on the bed, quietly rubbing himself as he did so. Dust didn't seem to hear Horror, too caught up in his over stimulation to even understand proper English. Horror smirked slightly and grabbed the violently vibrating dildo. He slowly pulled it out, only to shove it back in at full force, digging it deeper than before. Dust screeched out louder than hell, bucking his hips upward whilst rocking back and forth as more blood came from his abused entrances, this time mixed with his own semen.
Horror was somewhat grunting as he jacked himself off to Dust. After a few moments, Dust had came again, resulting in him nearly falling unconscious from all the pleasure and pain that coarsed through his body. Finally, Horror had turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of Dust, resulting in all of Dust's climax to spill out of him like a lava flow. It was quite a bit, too. Horror smirked and licked the juices off of the toy, seeming very pleased in what had been done to Dust.
Dust, meanwhile, was a panting, shaking mess. He was a mixture of thankful and disappointed that Horror had pulled the vibrator out, but then what had just occurred hit him like a truck. If Dust's face could get any more purple, it did. He felt so ashamed, embarrassed, he felt like a slut. He could barely remember what had occurred, he didn't even know how long it had happened, but all he knew was that Horror had watched it all, and judging by Horror's small grunts and occasional, almost silent moans, he had enjoyed it. Dust attempted to sit up, which was a difficulty to do to begin with, but yelped out as Horror pounced on him like an animal. Horror had Dust pinned down with one hand and Dust could here him digging around the box with the other. He could feel Horror grinding against him, which made Dust wriggled somewhat uncomfortably, though it didn't make Horror stop. Eventually, Horror had decided on another toy to use and shoved it up Dust's ass, making him gasp and moan loudly. Great, anal beads.
Horror grabbed Dust and suddenly put him on his hands and knees. Of course, Dust nearly collapsed, but had forced himself to stay up. That didn't last long, though, as Horror forced his entire length into Dust's pussy, making him shriek. The vibrator and Horror's dick were pretty similar in size, which did not help Dust any, seeing as how they were pretty large. Luckily, Horror had caught Dust and held him up. Well, Dust was still burying his face into the blankets, but that was besides the point. Horror proceeded to bite down on Dust's shoulder as he thrusted in and out of him like he needed it to survive. While Horror did this, he ripped the anal beads out of Dust like a mother fucking Beyblade, which hurt like hell, only for him to push them back inside of Dust's ass to repeat the process. Dust was already a screaming and sobbing mess. This was going to be a long night...
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