My Life on a Cassette Tape

Spring Periwinkle sat in the back room chewing on some hay fries. She had taken off the apron, not wanting to get any of the Celestia-knows-what on her. The incident with the two ~~colts~~ stallions earlier had been one she had wished she could've ~~avoided~~ made last longer. She could only feel ~~embarrassed~~ a tad hot and bothered. Their eyes had roamed across her, both when the shirt had broken open, and when the apron so scandalously covered her, and it sent shivers of renewed ~~embarrassment~~ excitement down her spine.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door. She sighed, mentally chiding the person for not being able to read the sign that clearly said... closed? Looking ahead of her, she saw her mistake. The sign sat there, not on the door, which was thankfully locked. She put the apron back on as the knocking came again, sighing as she looked out the break room's window to the main area. There, at the front door, was one of those two ~~colts~~ stallions from before. She wouldn't dare, but, she couldn't help herself all the same, and she opened the door from the breakroom.

I whistled to myself. I knew I had only to wait for a few moments as the recorded points I had put into the cassette of my life took their course. I watched after my second knocking as the face of the mare peaked out. She was still as beautiful as he recalled; a six or seven indeed, Double. She opened the door and walked to the front door, a slight swaying in her hips, exciting me only more. She unlocked the door and opened it.

"I'm sorry, we're closed for the moment, please come back later." She said in that melodious voice of hers. Even as she said this, she opened the door more, the words I had spoken taking affect on her mind.

"Yeah, sorry, I left my wallet inside and I came back to get it. It'll only be a second." I replied with all the sincerely fake emotion I could muster from the courses I had taken over the past few years. She nodded and let me in.

"It's probably in our lost and found in the back, please follow me." She bit her lower lip slightly before turning, putting that same little sway to her hips as she walked. I loved this, and knew I'd only love it more.

I locked the door behind us, and fishing a closed sign out from a corner I had said it would be in, and followed after her. She opened the door to the back, her face far more flush than it had been before. I nodded to her and walked in to the back room. To my surprise, as she closed the door behind herself, she fished my wallet from my pocket and placed it on the table beside her.

"This wallet, right?" She asked, a dangerous look in her eyes as I felt a portion of my control over the situation leave my hands. I nodded stupidly as she pulled one of the cords of the apron free, letting it hang only by the strap around her neck. "Wouldn't want to lose it again, now would we?"

"H-how did you know it was in my pocket?" I stammered, backing up away from the mare. I hadn't mentioned it in my recording, how could she have known?

"I saw you put it away after you and your friend finished your purchases. I'm no fool." She purred, closing in on me as she messed with the string that held the apron around her neck. "I know why you're really here. I want it too." She let the apron fall, and for the second time, I saw her breasts out in the open, her nipples as erect as before, though now I could hear her needy breaths as she approached.

I stopped backing up, realizing that reality had simply made some editorial decisions over my recordings and hadn't actually invalidated them. I was still in control, or at least had a measure of control that she wouldn't understand. I lifted a hand, and in a flash of movement, she seized my wrist and planted it firmly on her left breast, sighing in pleasure as her legs quaked. I could only smile.

"I think we both know what I really want." I said with a snide smile on my face, and without a word, the beautiful mare before me fell to her knees and offered up her tits to me. I smiled, unzipping my pants, revealing my already hard cock. She slobbered at the sight, her hands beginning to work at her breasts needily. I walked over to one of the chairs and took a seat, leaning back to let her get to work. She immediately sprang forward, smothering my dick with her breasts, popping the head into her mouth with greedy desire.

My first titjob was amazing. Beyond compare! The soft pressure of her tits against the shaft, and the ministrations of her mouth and tongue on the tip were a mind blowing pair, or trio if you will. She slathered on more saliva on my dick, her tits glistening in her own spit. I then realized that she was bouncing and pressing her breasts together with only one hand, and I could tell by her moans where the other was.

I simply leaned back for the next several minutes, basking in the pleasure, when I felt it coming - me coming - I shot forward, grabbed the back of her head, and pressed her down, much to her pleasure according to her moan. At first a stream, followed by the last few dying spurts, and it was over; and all swallowed by her. She lowered her breasts and cleaned my dick with smooth motions of her bobbing head and swirling tongue. She stood up, and lowered her pants and panties in one move, either that or she had forgotten both undergarments that day.

"More..." She breathed as she began to straddle me, much to my shock. This wasn't in my instructions, in fact it was quite against them. Her friend would be-

She lowered onto my dick with a wet sound and the echoing sound of our twin pleasure. Fuck her friend.