My Life on a Cassette Tape

The stallion strode down the dusty street, hands in his pockets in a lazy pose, while his magic gripped a pen, scratching something down in a notepad. He looked about him, the quaint town barely even alive in the evening sun. He smirked, his eyes lighting upon his prize. A mare was walking down the street, carrying a bag of groceries she had bought during the day's market a short distance down the street. She was average in build, but her bust and butt were both quite nice. Not the nicest, but most certainly nice. He picked up his pace, not wanting to lose her as she took a turn. Eventually the mare's path led to her home, a small house as quaint as the town it was in. He smiled.

"Perfect." He whispered to himself as he approached. Knocking on the door, he waited for a few seconds, anticipation building within him, feeling all the more like a predator as he swiveled his head, to ensure his prey was cornered without help. The street was empty, yet another piece to the perfection.

The door opened, revealing the pale yellow and red maned mare he had followed. Before she could say anything, he interjected. "Do you know that it is considered polite to let random strangers into your home?" She blinked a few times, seeming unsure before nodding, fully opening the door to let him in. Walking in, he looked about. "Do you live with anypony, won't you tell me?" She nodded.

"I do, my friends live with me." She replied, not sure how to appraise this stallion. She had been so polite by letting him in as was usual, but she was unsure about why he asked.

"Then bring them down. It's only good manners, right?" He said, reminding her - how foalish she had been to forget - about that piece of decorum. Walking past him, she entered the living room and called out.

"Lily Valley, Daisy, we have a visitor!" The sounds of footsteps came from the other room as she turned, flinching as she noticed the stallion now was but mere inches from her. With a swift movement, he wrapped an arm around her, pinning her arms in a hug, and drew her into a deep kiss. She was stunned by the sudden audacity of the stallion.

"Silly mare, isn't this perfectly fine?" He said, catching her off guard as he let her breath from the kiss. She was about to ponder this when her friends came into the entryway.

"What's going on here, Rose? Who is this?" One of the mares asked, seeming ready to pummel the stallion that was in their home while the third seemed unwilling to do much more than be moral support. He couldn't help but smile, this was just perfect. They each were some form of beauty, from the first being a splendid plumpness, to the other being lean, and the final being built like a supermodel.

"Oh my, don't you all recall?" He began, putting on an expression of fake worry as he toyed with them. "I sent a message earlier last month. Don't you remember that I'm to be your Master, and you, my Sex Slaves?" The mares seemed taken aback by this, but he could only stand back as his manic smile spread further. The three mares then glanced at each other, each one's expression lighting up as a moment of realization hit them in turn before they turned back to him with wide eyes and overjoyed smiles.

"Master!" They cried, flinging themselves on him, worshiping his body in all its aspects, even though he was still clothed. He chuckled, watching happily as the mares lavished their affections on him; kisses, licks, and grinding.

"Mares, mares," He fended them off after a moment, gaining their attention once more, "We're home. Aren't you all forgetting something?" They looked at each other in confusion. "We're alone and in private. Aren't you supposed to disrobe?" He asked, a predatory smile on his face. Again the mares nodded in understanding as they came to this same conclusion, beginning to strip out of their clothes without further word.

As the one named Rose took off her bra, he seized her breast, kneading it roughly, causing her to moan in desire. His smile twisted further in wicked pleasure as he twisted the nipple roughly, eliciting a howl. She stared at him indignantly, causing a small flare of anger to whelm up inside his heart. He slapped her across the face, leaving a red mark shaped exquisitely like his hand on her cheek, reducing her to tears.

"Hey, you can't do that to her!" Lily protested, standing in her stockings and panties. "You might be our-" she was cut off my equally as brutal of a slap. Daisy stared at him in horror, hurrying to remove her clothing without further word.

"Rose, Lily," He began imperiously, looking down on them with a malicious glint in his eye, "what state is your backyard in?" The three mares glanced at each other, even though only two had been talked to.

"It's well kept, Master." Rose said through her pain, her tears still streaming down her cheeks, streaking her makeup.

"Is it enclosed?" He asked pointedly.

"Y-yes, Master, it's enclosed by a short fence that's about shoulder level." Lily replied, hoping to spare both of them this stallion's wrath by dividing his attention.

"Perfect." He hummed, his expression as malicious as always. "Slaves, I want you all to crawl on your hands and knees and show me where the door to the backyard is. No talking either. Until I say otherwise, you are my bitches in heat." The three mares, eyes wide, nodded, fearing the worst as they crawled along, their asses wiggling from side to side, their breasts drooping lewdly - free of their bras.

Opening the door they led him to, he found it quite as perfect as he had hoped. The fence, as had been said, was about shoulder height, but the greenery that grew on it made the average height of the fence that much higher, providing more cover. Looking down to his slaves that cowered in the doorway on either side of him, he snapped his fingers, motioning to the garden.

"Out." He ordered, as if ordering a dog, and indeed the mares obeyed as though they were, moving out purposefully, though still shyly, into the garden. He walked up to the small picnic table, and took a seat, looking at the three mares before him, the rays of sunlight falling across their naked forms. "Daisy, for being such a good girl earlier, here's your treat." He unclasped his belt and tossed his lower garments aside, his dick standing tall, twitching in the cool air. Daisy didn't hesitate, bounding over to begin to suck vigorously on the hard member with gleeful abandon.

Looking to his other two slaves, he smiled, watching them squirm. "Lily, Rose, you are no longer bitches in heat, instead, you are my puppets. Your mind is your own, but your body is mine, is that understood?"

"Yes, Master." They replied in unison.

"Until I say otherwise, I want you to two caress, touch, kiss, lick, and pleasure each other. Stick your finger and tongues and what have you in what holes you will. Make love passionately, all the while feeling everypony in this town watching you, masturbating to your forms. You will do this," He paused, watching them taking his orders in, "and you will find yourselves unable to stop or even cum until I tell you too." Horror painted itself once more across their faces even as they stood up smoothly and began to caress and kiss as though they had always been lovers, their naked forms pressing against each other with lustful moans that were barely stifled, their expressions still horrorfied.

He watched them, contentedly as Daisy sucked his dick dutifully, but he was finished with it, not even having cum. He grabbed her mane roughly, pulling her away, leaning in close to her face. "Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked in a tone that felt almost like her was genuinely offering, if one ignored the pointed enunciation of 'fuck'. She nodded vigorously, and so he took her, spun her around, laying her across the picnic table and began to thrust, listening to the moans of his other slaves as they carried out his orders. This was truly perfect, but the perfection could be improved by a few additional mares to debase themselves before him.