My Life on a Cassette Tape

Železna Raka stood before the priests, bedecked in his royal finery. The priests stirred restlessly as the newly made king looked over the lot of them contemptuously. Each of the priests bore the twin horns that invested them with arcane abilities - the two horns he lacked.

"Well?" Železna barked, his gaze flashing over those assembled. "What is your answer?!"

"We..." The high priest, whose skin and lower coat showed the graying of age, began slowly. "We know not of any magics to transform you into an arcane individual. No such spell has been passed down to us." Železna's lips curled into a snarl. This was not what he needed to hear, but it was something he was prepared to deal with - much as he was prepared to deal with anything. Taking out his scroll, he etched out with his charcoal pen a simple line to fix the situation.

'Železna Raka was an Ednorog.' He felt the scroll's power overflow within him as twin horns curled up from his head, forming the iconic arch, much to the priest's astonishment. He stood there, basking in the energies that flowed through him, a new source of power suddenly at his disposal.

Lifting a hand, the old priest before him was gripped in violent black and green crackling energies that focused on his throat. Železna reveled as he watched the old fool struggling, basking in the pulsing power that flowed through him. Suddenly the power failed him, the priest fell, and Železna stumbled, his forelegs giving out as he gritted his teeth. His eyes widened as he felt the power ebb from him, leaving him as empty as before. Looking to the scroll, the page no longer bore his last marking, and a brief motion with his hands revealed no horns.

With a hiss he stood back up. He glared daggers down upon the assembled priests. If he was denied the right of being an Ednorog, he'd become something beyond even that. Drawing his royal khopesh, he delivered a quick blow, lodging it into the old high priest's neck, sending blood splattering across the ground as well on his own coat. Ripping the blade from the neck, Železna let the priest slump into his death before turning his gaze on the younger priests.

"If I am to not have the power of an Ednorog," He said, stepping over the fallen bleeding body, "then neither shall you." With that, he charged with a fury, his glistening khopesh felling several before they could react. Strike after strike, his smile and his gaze grew all the more mad, as one by one he cleaved the priests down.

Suddenly he felt his khopesh caught, stopping midswing despite the power he put behind it. Looking back, a dark orange and black crackle enveloped his blade. With ferocity in his gaze, he looked upon the defiant Ednorog priest who dared to defy him.

"Don't kill them." The young priest said. He wasn't begging or groveling, not even pleading, he was telling Železna Raka what to do. "If you kill all of the priests you will lack the support of the people. No matter your magics or dark arts, your powers will count for naught unless you have the support of the divine. Do not tarnish the sun god in blood of the holy, but sacrifice the unfaithful." The defiant priest stepped forward, placing a hand flatly on Železna's breast in a sign of brotherhood. "Let me be your faithful archpriest."

Železna thought on this for a while. The people placed much faith in the priests and their connection to the divine - it was why he payed obeisance as he ascended the Ziggurat. This young priest made much sense, and spoke with wisdom sweet to the ears. Železna smiled, releasing his grasp on the khopesh, letting it float in the magic aura, and placed the hand - still tainted with the blood of the priests - on the stallion's breast.

"Serve me well and you shall stand as my arch priest for a great many years to come. What is your name, my priest?" The priest smiled, lowering his arm with his king.

"Lažna Poddrška; but my priestly name is Tirek."

I stared down the young stallion before me, my finger lightly brushing against the record button in case I needed to act quickly. Our standoff feeling like something out of an Old Western movie. We stayed rather still for several minutes, him not answering my question as he fiddle with something in his pocket. If that was his artifact, I have to move quickly. As soon as I felt a burst of magic, or the slightest shift, I would pounce, pressing down the button and rattling off instructions I was formulating as I waited.

"Y-yes." He said finally. "And I know you have one too. Everypony thinks those two mares are dogs, but I can see them for what they are." So I had been right, but that left us in a bit of a precarious position.

"Are you part of the Empire?" I asked pointedly. He paused at that, blinking a few times in confusion as he processed what I had said - a good sign all things considered.

"We... we're in Equestria... do I look like a Crystal pony to you?" He asked, gaining a chuckle from me. I relaxed my posture, feeling fairly confident that he wasn't a part of this 'Empire'. Honestly, if not for Silver and Gunther, my first assumption would've been he was in much the same situation as I was.

"I'm sorry if I gave you a scare." I said calmly, feeling far more relaxed in this situation, though I still kept my finger on the record button - better safe than sorry. "I've recently had to deal with some less than friendly characters with artifacts. I've been on edge lately because all of it."

"I'm...I-I'm not exactly inclined t-to be so trusting of you M-Mr I-Treat-Ponies-like-Dogs." The smaller pony retorted, and I nodded with a shrug.

"Fair, it's not exactly normal, but you see, unlike the others, these two are mine by choice - their choice." I replied.

"Yeah, we actually wanted this." Berry said, wiggling her butt as if it had a tail attached.

"Well, I didn't really want to parade around town naked, but it is hot." Periwinkle admitted. "We actually got our freedom at one point, but decided we liked being his slaves better."

"S-slaves?" Button looked at me in concern and confusion. "Aren't you... spirit fragmenting them?" It was now my turn to be confused.

"Spirit fragmenting? I'm... okay, I'm lost. What are you talking about?"

"Uh... well that's what I call it w-when I bamf a bit of myself into another p-pony." Button replied, successfully muddying up the water all the more.

"Okay, I'm going to let you in on a little something." I said with a chuckle. "Not every artifact works the same. Thanks for basically just telling me yours, though. But no, I'm not 'spirit fragmenting' into these ponies - whatever that really means. They are affected by my artifact, yes, but they asked for me to do so, and are able to act independently to a point."

"Y-you wanted to be slaves?" Button said, still stuttering. I wondered if he just had a stutter, but he was stuttering on different sounds each time it seemed, so I really had to just guess he was just a bundle of nerves.

"Yup!" Berry puffed herself up in pride, though I wasn't entirely sure why that was a badge of pride, but then again I had recently learned how little I really knew of Berry. "Not sure how old you are, kiddo, but some adults like their lives a tad extra kinky." Button turned from brown to maroon in a second. "Hmm, maybe you already know that." Berry mused, crawling closer to Button, nosing his crotch, which had a significant bulge through his jeans. Button flinched away, putting a hand out to keep Berry away.

"Whoa, n-not so close!" Button said, doing his best to keep her away, though I could tell by how he was acting and how he held himself, he really didn't want her to stay away. He was doing his best to not drop his pants right then and there. I smirked. That was an opening I could use. I needed him to be friendly, and at this point, we weren't exactly that friendly.

"We got a bit to discuss, Button." I started. "You aren't safe in Ponyville anymore. No pony like us is. I want to tell you more, but I can't say what I want to in public." Button looked over to me, momentarily distracted from Berry. "How about I see if I can get you detached from your mom for the rest of the day so that we can talk at Berry's place, it's safer there."

"Master," Berry said in a chiding tone, "I told you, it's yours now. Just call it your place." I shook my head. I knew she was right. Both of the mares had essentially handed over all material assets of theirs to me for the benefit of all four of us - even if I had managed to not make it part of their recordings. I didn't exactly want to deal with the legal implications of the sudden transferal of property to me - even if the artifact made everything work out alright.

"I..." Button faltered. I could tell he was conflicted. I needed to give him a reason to trust me, or at least, a reason to not think I wasn't completely evil.

"I'm not sure if it makes you feel any better about who I am, but Raven here is my slave, but she isn't under the artifact's influence. She wanted to be my slave, but didn't want the artifact to be part of that." It was a long shot, and I knew it. Having a pony who was a willing slave and unaffected by the artifact was, at least in my mind, a possible point in my favor, but that was more because I knew it meant I didn't have to enslave everypony I loved with the artifact, something some other ponies may not understand.

"It's true." Raven confirmed. "I am his slave, and I couldn't be happier for it, but I didn't want to be forced to obey. I wanted to obey for myself, not because some magic is putting me on my knees." Button's expression didn't seem to immediately lighten like I had hoped, but he did seem a tad less apprehensive. It was likely the best I could hope for given the circumstances.

"Alright." He began, a bit more confidence in his tone, which I took to be a good sign. "If you can convince my mom to let me go over to... your place, then I'll go." I nodded happily. Progress!

Getting Button's Mom - Cream Heart I had learned - to agree to let Button go off with me was surprisingly easy, almost too much so. When I told her that 'Cherry' had run off, and he had helped bring her back to me; she was only too happy to agree when I asked if she'd let me have him over for a while so that we could get to know each other and I could give him some appreciation for bringing back my precious dog. I'd have to stay on alert for that mare, she might still be an artifact user. Then again, maybe she was happy to have her son, who was confirmed to be my age, out of the house.

"You live there?" Button asked as we approached the dilapidated house. I nodded. "What happened? I thought Berry's place was always one of the nicer homes they put up after Twilight beat Tirek."

"Oh, it is." Berry commented. "It's home sweet home." At that point, as we drew nearer, we crossed the threshold for the cloaking spell Twilight had cast on the place, something Button was only too willing to openly react to, his eyes widening as he jerked back slightly - moving back and forth over the threshold of the magic field to see the house become and cease being a burnt out husk of a home.

"I mentioned things weren't quite so safe for ponies like us." I said, opening the front door. "Well, this is one of the things we've had to do to ensure our safety in recent days." Button nodded slowly as he entered the home.

"What were you talking about when you said that things aren't safe?" Button asked.

"We'll get to that in a moment. Berry, Spry, could you two fetch us some tea or something? Whatever you got in the house, really. We just need some refreshments. It's only polite, after all." Berry and Periwinkle stood up to their feet, stretching their backs, before giving a short bow to me and moving off, putting on the sexy strut that I had had to learn when I was in Berry's form. Casting a glance over towards Button, I could tell seeing that walk that Berry used all the time had an effect, especially with the lack of clothing.

"Let's sit down." I said, moving over to the living area. Taking a place on the love seat, I was pleasantly surprised when Raven instead sat down on my lap, rubbing her bum against my dick while looping an arm around the back of my neck, pressing the side of one of her small boobs against my face. I certainly had no complaints.

Button hesitated, looking at the sofa, whose cushion was a tad beat up from being used in combat. Rarity had been kind enough to sow the holes Gunther had made shut, but it still was a tad worse for wear. Sitting down tentatively, almost as if he expected it to explode or lock him in place with sudden manacles that would shoot up like this was a dang cartoon. After a moment of the couch being completely normal, he seemed to relax just a tad more. Yet more progress.

Berry and Spry then came out of the kitchen, Berry holding a bunch of napkins, a small stack of plastic cups, and a two liter of soda, while Spry carried a small snack platter that had delicately arranged potato chips, cheese puffs, tortilla chips, and a small bowl of cheese dip. We were the epitome of culture in this house. Now was my chance to get him where it counted.

"Berry, I think our guest needs a bit of special attention. Would you see if he would like to be tended to?" I said, grabbing a napkin and loading it with some potato chips, while wrapping an arm around Raven's waist to ensure she knew I wasn't shooing her away. I couldn't help being a tad peckish when the last thing I ate was... well now that I thought about it, this was essentially the first meal of the day. I had been too concerned with everything else that happened that day to make a fuss about food.

Berry smirked, moving over to kneel in front of Button, placing her hand delicately and suggestively on his lap, where a still notable bulge resided. Button, once again, went maroon.

"Do you want something? I'm as good at sucking as I am at fucking." Berry purred, one of her hands petting the tent in Button's pants slowly. Button gulped, his eyes going wide, and I couldn't help but give a light smile. Not too long ago I had been given my first introduction to Berry's voracious sexual appetite, and really, he was reacting as well as I could hope for - especially considering how shy he seemed to be.

"C-can I... f-f-f-f-f-f-" Button slowly devolved into a whisper, unable to end his sentence.

"You want to fuck me, little colt?" Berry said, snaking her way to her feet, her breasts rubbing against his legs. Button nodded slowly, shaking from head to toe. I wondered idly if I was ever that awkward about this. Maybe I was, but I had been through enough - between accidentally enslaving these two and getting fucked in public by Silver - that I could hardly see myself being like Button. "You want to fuck me in the pussy?" She said, running her hands sensually over herself, framing her boobs in a most splendid way. Button nodded furiously. "Then let's get you ready." Berry teased, slowly moving her hands, unzipping with one and unbuckling with the other.

In a matter of moments, Berry had her prize, and I had to say that Button was no slouch in the southern department. I couldn't say if he was larger or not - mostly for fear of my pride - but I could tell he was on par with me at least. Berry was, by her reaction, quite pleased. Lowering herself onto Button's ram rod, she gave one of her most sultry moans.

Resting against his lap for a moment, Berry indulged in the sensation of having him inside of her. This, apparently, gave Raven some ideas as she twirled around on my lap, looking me in the eyes with a look that would've gotten most seductresses to clap. I set the napkin of snacks aside and licked my fingers, ready to indulged in the main course. Raven slid off of me for a second, working my pants off with what felt like practiced skill - and it might've been, I didn't have too many interactions with her before that night at the hotel. My dick free, I consoled myself that it was indeed a good size for a dick, even as I saw less of it as Raven lowered herself onto me. With a fleshy smack, Berry landed after bouncing up on her stallion friend.

Soon the sound of bodies slapping against each other in acts of lust filled the house. Raven felt amazing on me, as much as I supposed Berry felt on Button. The two of us stallions were having the day of our lives, especially as we got a show when Periwinkle decided to set the snacks and drinks aside from the table. Laying down on the small thing, Periwinkle began to finger herself while playing with her breasts. I wished we had another stallion - or any pony really - about to give her attention, but that wasn't the case.

Suddenly Rainbow burst through the door. "Heya, folks, I got some ne-" She drew up short, noticing all the fucking that was going on. Raven froze for a second, her arms around me as she was in the middle of lifting herself up, while Periwinkle stopped playing with herself. Berry kept on pumping away, even as Button's expression paled, obviously not caring about the audience. Raven broke the awkward pause with an awkward slide down my dick, acting as if hiding it inside of herself would make it so Rainbow would have no idea what was happening. "I didn't get my invite, can I still join in?" Rainbow asked innocently. I chuckled, motioning to Periwinkle, who beamed at the opportunity to have some loving. Moving over to Peri, Rainbow threw off her clothes with a smug grin on her face.

"I see we got some snacks." Rainbow purred, rubbing her hands together as she circle Peri, getting into a proper orientation with the mare who was still splayed out on the small table. "Don't mind if I do!" Rainbow shot forward, shoving her head between Peri's thighs, causing the mare to gasp out in shock at the skill she felt in her nethers. After the initial shock passed, Peri raised her head to attack Rainbow in much the same way; and with that, Raven went back to bouncing on my dick while planting a passionate kiss that left me a tad woozy.

As the three pairs of ponies continued to fuck in there own way, the house grew into a louder and louder din of sexual pleasure. The six ponies gathered all let out their moans of pleasure, forming together a sort of perverse choir. It was ecstasy.

"Hey, everypony, we're back and- OH MY GOSH!" Pinkie entered the home with Fluttershy right behind through the door Rainbow had left open. "Are we having another super sexy fun party!?" I raised an eyebrow at her, once again wandering what sort of sorcery she was capable of, being cognizant of my use of the artifact in the first place, and now aware that it had happened in the first place despite what I had recorded. "I mean... are we having a sexy party for totally the first time in here?! Fluttershy, you wanna-" But the yellow mare was already upstairs, her face a bright red. The sound of a door slamming telling us all we needed to know.

"Huh... guess not." Pinkie noted before she shrugged, closing the door with a light kick. As soon as the door shut, within the blink of an eye, her clothes were gone and Pinkie was thumping her ass against a wall of the house were a toy was suction-cupped on where it hadn't been previously. "Ooooh yeah~! That's the stuff!" She cooed as she fucked herself on the wall, her tits swaying lewdly with each pounding.

"P-Pinkie!? You t-too!?" Button gasped from his place under Berry. Pinkie looked over to him and waved enthusiastically as she continued to pile drive the pseudo-dick into her pussy.

"Hey, Button Mash! Enjoying yourself? Isn't this just great?!" Pinkie asked, her tone completely unaffected by the self inflicted fucking she received. Button just blinked in disbelief at the whole scenario. I could sympathize with him, this truly was a confusing assortment of circumstances, but not an assortment I disapproved of. The room shortly reached their collective climax, shouts of orgasm filling the house for minutes on end as we rode the tidal wave of our pleasure.

"We should do that more often!" Pinkie cried. I actually tended to agree with her, that was immensely enjoyable, even if I felt oddly drained.