My Life on a Cassette Tape

"The young stallion stood in the old shop that had seen too few of his kind in it in the last few years. The youngest person, besides him and his cousin, to make it into this shop in the last year was the owner's daughter, who at the moment was attending the cash register - though she was honestly playing around on her phone." I blinked a few times as I took in the narration. It was some sort of audio book I figured as I slid it into my windbreaker's pocket next to my phone, keeping a hand on it to not forget it so that I could buy it.

"The stallion made up his mind in a swift move, placing the old cassette player in his windbreaker's pocket. His father had given him a few bits after all, he might as well use them on something. Beyond the snacks he and his cousin had gotten earlier..." The recording went on, but I was frozen.

This audio book, or so I had thought, sounded far to similar to what I was doing. I could test it, I supposed, but I was rather scared to actually find out what would happen. Turning from the electronics area, I began to move towards the toy section, thinking about testing it with the laser sword and some other random toys that no audio book would go over, but stopped as I paid renewed attention to the recording.

"The stallion Crescendo froze, realizing, thanks to the strange device, that he had forgotten to grab the pen mic. Doubtlessly if he had taken but a few more steps away, it would've fallen and broken against the hard tile floor." I turned, and sure enough, the pen mic was were I had set it precariously on the edge. Grabbing it, I almost made towards the toy area, when it hit me that the recording had just proven itself to me. I paused it while slipping the headphones off, and sat on a nearby stool to think.

My mind was abuzz with all the possibilities of what had just happened. The fact it had taken credit for saving the pen mic that I now grasped so tightly should've been enough to make me believe that this was magical, but I couldn't. I grabbed the tape player out of my pocket and looked it over, and realized I had accidentally pressed the rewind button. I pressed the pause button, and then, hesitantly, pressed play. Putting on the headphones again, I listened intently. Only silence. Wait, it wasn't silence, it was just very quiet! Scrolling up the audio control, I listened closer and began to hear the words.

"'She's a six or seven. Not to mention that I like my mares to have personality over tits.' His cousin said, disregarding the young mare." That settled it, though it also brought more questions for later. I was sweating, and now my thoughts couldn't help but move to the pen mic in my right hand. Looking at the device, it did have a record button. Pressing it down, I took a deep breath, and began an imitation of the stallion whose voice had brought up so many questions.

"As the boy sat down on the bench, this young mare began to clean the counters of the store, putting her phone away for later." Looking over, I watched as the mare who was still on her phone suddenly seemed to fade away. Panic struck me. Had I just killed her by saying something wrong!?

And then she faded back into reality, rubbing the glass of one of the display cases with a cloth. No, she hadn't faded in, she had been at that when I first saw her. I then realized that I now held the two realities in my head. She had been on her phone and she had put her phone away a minute ago to clean. I looked at the tape, still recording, and gulped. I was already getting something of a hard on, but I wasn't going to be too rash. Right?

"While cleaning," I began, looking over to her, watching her clean the glass, "she was astounded to find her shirt burst, a few of her buttons breaking. Embarrassment rushed through her," I watched as it all unfolded, her shirt's buttons first straining, and then popping away, her face flushing with embarrassment only causing me to push forward with my lust and hormones running wild, "as she realized she had forgotten her bra that morning. She froze in fear and embarrassment, unintentionally flashing the two stallions in the room. She..." I paused, pressing the stop button as my shame caught up and overtook my raging hormones. I pressed play and listened as I watched the proceedings unfold.

"Her embarrassment flowed, as clear for all too see as her breasts; thanks to her mistake of not wearing a bra. Her breasts' supple, pure white flesh was exposed, and her pretty pink nipples poked out. Having previously been texting her coltfriend, they stood to attention, as hard as ever, the memory of certain suggestions the two had talked about now overshadowed with embarrassment. Her hesitation cost her all the more embarrassment as the two stallions present watched with shock and amusement the unintentional display. She flushed hard, before finally running to the back of the store." Watching it happen with real time commentary was certainly an experience, especially with the added bits I had no way of knowing about.

Double walked over to me with a shocked and elated look on his face. "Did you see that?" He asked, echoing the narration I got from the player. Pressing pause, I nodded slowly, and somewhat nervously. "I wonder what happened. Her shirt just..." He made an explosion sound while spreading his hands out like fireworks.

"The world may never know." I chuckled, more than conscious of my nervous energy that likely was more obvious to Double than his had been to me when we were at the train station. He nudged me with an elbow, obviously taking it as nervousness at the bare breasts we had just witnessed. I scratched my chin, looking at the player and mic in my hand. I had to buy them now, but what would I do with them? I knew that too, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. I looked over at my cousin, who was now flipping through the records. A devilish scheme entered my mind, and I wasn't going to deny it. Taking a few cautious steps away, I pressed play and listened for a second.

"The young stallions' thoughts were on the mare in the other room. What would she do to recuperate? At the moment, she was inspecting her shirt, thinking what best to do for it." Perfect. I pressed pause and then hit record, ensuring I was far enough from my cousin.

"The mare decided finally that there was only one solution. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, she called a friend and asked for them to bring a shirt to her, explaining the one she had been wearing had gotten a tear in it. She wanted to stay in the back as she waited for the friend who already was making headway towards getting her her shirt, but she knew that there were customers out in the main area, and she had to get them out so she could close the shop. She'd say it was her lunch break and there was no one else available to take the front, which was true. She decided that she could go out wearing an old apron that would cover her. The rough apron was stained though, and she couldn't risk staining her favorite shirt, so she knew she would have to go out with only the apron covering her chest. It was a risk, especially with how the rough fabric rubbed her nipples and made them erect - erect enough to be seen from under the fabric - but she had to get them out or else, so she thought, 'they might steal something.' Knowing she had already caused them to wait, she resolved that she - "

"Dude, what are you up to?" Double asked. I quickly hit play, and then fumbled with the player, pressing pause even as it began to tell me exactly how she went through what I said.

"Nothing, just messing with this player. Think I'll buy it. It records and plays at a pretty good quality." I bluffed, somehow covering up my own nervousness enough to not be noticed, or maybe Double just liked retro stuff as much as I did.

"Oh cool. Yeah, those things are pretty hard to find at a good price that isn't five hundred bits." He said, looking it over while I held it.

"Say..." I began, redirecting the conversation to where I wanted it, "that mare earlier." Double looked at me with a renewed sense of curiosity. "Her shirt is totally busted, right?"

"Uh, .... yeah. Why?" Double asked, not sure where I was going with this line of thought.

"Fifty bits says she's coming out without that shirt on. In fact, no. A hundred bits says that she's only wearing an apron for a top." I said confidently. I was cheating if I was right about the tape player and recorder, but this was my ultimate test. If it failed me now, I'd know, and I could just forget any future plans.

"A hundred bits, ey?" He said, sizing me up. "Look, Cresh, she isn't a slut, she's a good girl. I know her younger sister from school." I was surprised by his flippant use of 'slut', but I wasn't going to mention it. I simply smiled.

"A good girl without a bra and a busted shirt." I pointed out devilishly.

"A good girl," he countered, "who likely has an extra shirt in the back." He did have a point, if it weren't for my player.

"Do you got a hundred bits that say so?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He smirked, obviously thinking this easy money. He counted out three twenty bit pieces and four ten pieces.

"Right here pal, do you got the hundred to back up yours?" He shot back. I showed him a gleaming golden hundred bit with the face of Celestia on it. I rarely had them on me, but I wanted to show off. He balked for a second before regaining his composure. We shook on it and waited for her to come back out, the two of us equally confident, though only I was reassured in my confidence.

After a minute, the door to the back opened and revealed the 'good girl' of the hour. Where once was a shirt, now was but an apron with the company logo with two protrusions where her nipples were. Her pure white skin did nothing to hide her blush as she walked over to the register.

"I'm sorry, but we're going to be closing shortly for a few moments. I'm the only one on duty and it's my lunch break. If you'd be so kind, I'll process your purchases and close the door as you walk out." She said in as even of a tone as possible. I so wished to add something to my player's procession of events, but I wasn't confident enough to add it with both of them watching.

Double was stunned, and as we faced her, I tapped his hand with mine as I set the headphones, mic, and cassette player down. Sighing, he surreptitiously placed the coins in my hand, which I transferred to my pocket. She tallied our purchases quite fast, and then sent us on our way. I could only smirk as we walked out of the store, but there was a problem. A southern problem.

I needed attention, and I couldn't exactly duck into any random store and use a public bathroom for it, and I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it if I waited. A thought struck me, and following through before properly thinking about it, I slapped my forehead.

"I forgot my wallet at the store." I complained.

"Really, you forgot your wallet?" Double questioned. "Well you can't go back for it, they're closed." I shook my head.

"Look, just... get us a table at the diner we were going to. I'll be there in a few. Order your lunch if I get delayed, who knows how long until I can get in to get my wallet." I said, already turning back the way we came.

"I could just buy both our lunches and then we could go back." My cousin offered.

"After I got a Celestia's worth out of you? No way man. I'm getting my wallet to buy my own lunch." I said, starting down the road.

"As if a few copper pegasi are that valuable after our little exchange." He muttered, moving towards the diner, leaving me to my work. I brought out the tape player and recorder, and while walking down the road, I began to speak my instructions into the mic with hushed tones.

"Her friend was caught in traffic, and though she didn't know it, she could feel that it was going to be a long wait..."