My Life on a Cassette Tape

"Do you think he'll actually like this?"

"He's a teenager and a he, so I'm betting that he will."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Well, he looks young and he has a dick."

"That wasn't what I meant and that still doesn't mean he'll like this!"

"He'll love it. What self-respecting, straight stallion wouldn't?"

"There are a lot of assumptions you're making there."

"We've each sucked his dick-"

"I haven't yet."

"Fine, we've each ridden his dick. He's asked for it multiple times! He has played with all of our tits like they're going out of season! Either he's straight, or he's the most confused kind of gay."

"Not what I was referring to when I said you were making a lot of assumptions."

"I know that, and I also know that he will love this. If he doesn't, the worst he can do is make us go naked... maybe we should ask about that?"

"No."

"No."

"Well, then put these on, otherwise it's naked we will go!"

"Fine..."

"How do you even have my measurements?"

"Honey, you're cute when you're asleep. You should be surprised if I don't have your measurements."

"Are you a somnophile?"

"I don't think that's the term, but if you can name a kink, there's a good chance I have it."

"Copr-"

"No, now get dressed." I sniggered as I walked away from the changing room's door. The three mares had a surprise for me, and I was interested to see what it might be. What they, and no other pony until I decided otherwise, didn't know was that I also had a special surprise that I was planning.

I walked down the short hall, and entered the master bedroom, my room, plopping down on the springy bed. When I had first entered while Berry gave us the short tour, I was astonished by the size of the bed. I was familiar with the size of most beds - having to buy a new mattress after my cat gave birth on my old one - from Twin to Super King. What sat in this room was nothing of the standard sizing, having been custom made apparently. A 'Celestia' size mattress. A whopping seven feet by seven feet of plush goodness. According to Berry, it had been built for Princess Twilight without her knowledge - which had proven the undoing of this magnificent bed, having been found to be impossible to get inside the castle.

When this was discovered, Twilight had had it auctioned off, the proceeds going to some charity or another. Berry somehow won the bed, and had it moved into the house, which explained the massive bay windows on the balcony that felt slightly incongruous to the rest of the house.

Grabbing the recorder, I smiled at it. I hadn't used it since we left the hotel, and really, before that I had used it sparingly. I supposed that was a good thing. Grabbing a notepad I began to jot down some lines, thinking through the phrases for any Monkey's Paw sized gaps in logic. I hadn't notice the recorder being malicious in its compliance, but caution never hurt. Finally having my message etched down on the page in a form I felt was tight, I pressed the record button, bringing the mic up to speak into it as I read out the written lines.

"The party pony had been smart in her planning, having not invited any ponies that were minors. It was to be an adults only party, as all the ponies that had newly arrived in town were adults. Due to the youth of the newcomers, many of the more elder ponies decided to stay away from the party as well, not wanting to spoil the young ponies' fun, and also wishing to enjoy their own evenings.

"Everypony who entered the party - except Berry Punch, Spring Periwinkle, Midnight Raven, and Rousing Crescendo - found themselves removing their clothes, completely unaware of any awkwardness or shame; even if it was brought to their attention by another pony. The party pony had, surprisingly, prepared for this; and had small cubbyholes for everyponies' clothes, keeping them separate and easy to access once the party had finished. Nopony outside the party seemed to notice the ponies as they entered, and no pony outside saw the ponies in their nudity.

"Throughout the party, everypony would enjoy their time, and whilst there, they would enjoy each other. Kissing, caressing, sucking, cuddling, and all other forms of intimacy short of penetration would be common place and seen as the ponies just having a good time; no more weird than playing a board game. Various board games were, in fact, brought out for the purpose of further enjoying the evening's liberty.

"Discussions about sexual acts, as well as lewd suggestions, were seen as easy to accept as small talk. No kinks were discouraged, except those that could be harmful to health and well being or in violation of consent. Despite all this, though, everypony still retained their choice as to who they would allow to touch or act with them - with the only exception being when the four unaffected ponies were involved - instead seeing them as honored guests who could do as they pleased for the night.

"After the close of the evening, the ponies would put their clothes back on and head back home, having enjoyed the party. Nopony affected by the party's distinct atmosphere thought to write down anything about, take pictures of, talk to ponies not in attendance about, or otherwise record the event before, during, or after the evening, with their focus on simply enjoying the time they were having.

"The next morning, the ponies affected by the party would forget the sexual nature of the party, though recalling any discoveries about themselves they made during the proceedings, with the general memory of the festivities being a fairly normal, yet highly enjoyable, bash - much as was the party pony's specialty. Any pony on the outside of the party who noticed, or had been told by somepony who noticed, would instead remember watching as ponies enjoyed a great evening of good, wholesome fun." I clicked the record button off, waiting for the mares to come and show me their getups. It would almost be a shame having them dress up only to strip. Almost.

It took them a few minutes to be ready, during which time I finished putting myself together. I didn't put too much effort into it, which made me feel worse than thinking about having to tell the mares that they were going to strip once we were at the party. Then again, maybe they wouldn't. Berry would most certainly get rid of whatever she was wearing... unless it was fetish wear.

"...If you can name a kink, there's a good chance I have it." the memory of her voice rang in my ears. Well, tonight would be the night they could get away with it. I had to admit, enforcing my will so heavy-handedly felt off, but I wanted my mares to enjoy themselves. I had been careful, after all, to ensure no lasting effects, save for the positive, carried over.

No penetration meant no unwanted pregnancies. Freedom of choice as to who got to be with who ensured no pony took advantage of the evening, though unawares, to get at somepony they hated. Nopony outside being able to realize and no pony inside being able to inform anypony else about it ensured everypony inside was safe. Distorting the memories after the fact ensured that the evening was safe. The restriction of kinks to safe, nondamaging ones ensured nopony would need assistance that might have difficulty reaching them. And above all that, allowing ponies to recall discoveries they had made, despite all the other things they would not recall, ensured that the best parts of the evening wouldn't be thrown away.

The moment finally arrived, and I heard a knocking on the door. Looking up, I moved to go and open it; but had barely stood when the door opened on its own. The three mares showed off their outfits, only one of them, easily guessed, looking supremely confident. They all wore matching clothing, and I was stunned.

The first piece I noticed was the black corsets they wore, which propped their breasts up, making them seem larger. Over it, a simple denim jacket covered those distracting shoulders of theirs, and not much else really, stopping at the midriff. Their lower halves were clothed in mini skirts so small that moving caused it to flip up enough to let one see the matching white panties the mares wore. Sheer, white stockings ran up their shapely legs, hugging them closely, running into the stiletto style heals they wore.

Between the three mares, I saw three ways to wear it, and each was enticing in its own way. Berry wore it with confidence, her already massive breasts squished enticingly in the confines of the cloth, her areolas peaking over the edge to give anypony looking a reason to look back. Her larger, more porn star like figure made the wear that might've been construed as normal wear come off even more like fetish wear, her panties only covered in very particular positions, none of which she seemed to hold for too long.

Spry wore it with the grace of a grown mare who, though uncomfortable, was able to bear it like any other inane suggestion Berry might make at her expense. Her smaller frame made the clothing look far more reasonable, almost as if this had been an ensemble that she had worn with pride before it shrank in the wash.

Raven, though, was another level of beauty in my eyes. She was smaller, no doubt, but she filled my vision perfectly. Her lithe frame was covered in a way that was almost modest by the pieces. Her breasts, though small, seemed that much more plump in the corset, and the panties, which peaked out only on occasion, brought definition to her rear. I walked up to Raven and the others, stunned by their unique and individual beauty in the get up that was, beyond size, the same between each mare.

"You all look stunning." I breathed.

"Told you he'd like it." Berry nudged Raven, who hid herself behind her hair with a shy smile. I gently moved the hair out of her face, looking at her with a feeling of love like no other in my chest.

"You look stunning." I repeated emphatically, a small smile on my face. She blushed, looking away.

"You two should fuck." Berry said with her cocky grin. "But, we got a party to go to, so let's put a pin in that for now." I sighed at Berry, no longer as embarrassed as I might have once been by her incessant teasing. "Ready?"

"Yes." The night wasn't getting younger, and I was antsy to see how the mares responded to the surprise.

Sugar Cube Corner. Apparently it was to be the place of our great bash - and the scene of my largest exertion of the artifact's power. I had stuffed the artifact into a small electronics case that had a lock. Berry said an old roommate of hers had given it to her, but whatever item it was originally for was now lost. I hadn't brought my headphones, but I had brought the pen mic, not willing to go unprepared should I encountered a problem with my plan, no matter how careful I felt I had been.

Entering the establishment, I smiled while the mares gawked. Already several ponies were here, though nothing much was happening beyond the definite lack of clothing. Mares and stallions talked to each other, all down to their skin, whether eating, drinking, or simply standing about. The invite had specified nine in the evening, and it was still a quarter shy of the mark.

"Hiya!" A particular pink pony said, bouncing into view. I hadn't noticed when she was just a haze, but this pony was stacked on par with Berry, though she was slightly smaller. Her fabric-free gazongas wobbled about freely, drawing the eye to them enraptured by their hypnotic movements. "I'm so glad you were able to make it! Who wouldn't want to be at one of my parties? Especially one that's gonna be this fun! Thanks for the suggestion, I think everypony is going to really enjoy this party!" I froze and blinked at her in confusion.

"Suggestion?" I was more than a little confused. Sure, I had made the suggestion into the recorder, but beyond that, I hadn't talked to her at all about this evening.

"Oh yeah, that's right, you don't know!" She said, whisking me off away from my mares. I a blink of an eye, I stood by the drink table, a cup of punch in one hand, and another hefting one of the pink fun bags pensively. I flinched back, spilling the punch all over my chest, only to realize I suddenly was naked. "You see, I kinda have a sixth or seventh sense." She started, her words coming out faster than her mouth seemed to move. "I know you made this party extra special, and I'm glad you were so careful about it all, but right now we need to introduce you to some ponies!" I blinked at her, still trying to process what was happening, only to find myself zipping off, whisked away by Pinkie.

"This is Twilight, Starlight, Rarity, Rainbow, Applejack, and Fluttershy!" She said, rushing me over to the group of friends who were pleasantly chatting, forcing my hand to grab each of their breasts in turn.

"Hello!"

"Hi."

"A pleasure."

"S'up?"

"Howdy!"

"Oh... hi..."

I stood there, my world still spinning, and only realized after a brief moment I was still groping the yellow pegasus. Flinching back again, I stumbled a hit something tall, rugged, and immovable. I felt my hand being moved up to grasp something hard as Pinkie zipped back up.

"And this is Big Mac, he's AJ's brother!" She spouted off as I flinched and whirled around, stumbling, retracting my hand from the stallion's more than impressive, and fully erect, dick.

"Can you stop that?!" I pleaded as I tried to collect myself.

"Oh dear, Pinkie, darling,I think you might've overdone it a tad." The white unicorn - Rarity, unless I was mistaken - said in a calm and cultured tone. Now that I wasn't being forced to grope them one by one, I could appraise them, and boy was there something to appraise!

Rarity, the mare who had my attention for the moment, was definitely gorgeous - built for modeling - with a thin, yet curvaceous form. She wasn't as large as Berry, falling somewhere between her and Spry, but she certainly was a sight to behold.

Rainbow Dash and Applejack - or AJ as I assumed - were fairly similar in build, despite one being a pegasus and the other an earth pony. They were more muscle than anything, though between the two, Applejack was certainly more well endowed, with childbearing hips and breasts as large as Spry's; while Rainbow was lean, with breasts that barely rose off the level of the rest of her chest.

Starlight, the next mare my eyes strayed to, was quite beautiful. She was well kept, her breasts smaller than Spry, but present in a way that her cyan friend could not match. Her main feature that drew the eye was her ass, larger than most, and yet shapely, not off putting with how much junk had been packed in that trunk.

Fluttershy, who true to her name was acting even shier than Raven, was by far the largest pony in the room, with breasts that I would've assumed were fake if it weren't for the fact she seemed the type of pony who would likely prefer them reduced over enlarged.

Finally, Twilight, who was among the smallest here. She was plump, no doubt, but she was healthy, yet small, her breasts probably lost in most outfits she would likely wear. Wait, Princess Twilight? That Twilight? She was at this party? I knew she lived here, but I had no idea... wait. Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Pinkie? Twilight being Princess Twilight? No way... was I about to spend this evening with the honest to goodness Elements of Harmony?