My Life on a Cassette Tape

"Are you sure he needs me?" The strange creature asked, walking through the passages. "I may know my sorceries, but even so, it doesn't mean he needs me."

"Nonsense, you are the finest sorcerer I know." The priest said confidently. "And he has said that, to achieve the greatest effect with his arcane artifacts, a weaver of ancient sorceries is necessary." Železna Raka listened to all this, pondering each word, weighing them to see if any were lacking. The priest and his strange friend turned the last corner and appeared before him. The creature he saw before him was unlike any other, with wings that unfurled from its back and only two legs.

"My King, this is the sorcerer I spoke of." Tirek proclaimed proudly. "He is my brother, Scorpan." Scorpan bowed low in reverence. Železna snorted at this.

"Are you indeed a weaver of ancient sorceries?" Železna asked pointedly, staring daggers into the odd creature. Scorpan was not like his 'brother' in many ways, one of which seemed to be he was more easily put to fear.

"Y-yes," Scorpan sputtered, trying to get himself and his nerves back under control, "I am a weaver of the ancient magics. I have gone to many a land to seek out strange things, and have made acquaintance with many a mage and artisan of the arcane." Tirek bowed his head, and though Železna did not know it, it was to hide a smile as he spoke.

"My brother is most skilled in any magic or sorcery you need of him. He has read tablets of such age that he will likely be the last eyes to see and know their meaning." Železna was not one given to being impressed, and even now he remained fairly even keel in regard to this strange being, but even so, he couldn't help feeling a tad bit of wonderment at this strange beast of a mage.

"I require you to use the old sorceries." Železna Raka mandated, moving over to the vats of liquid mana. "I know not all the spells and incantations necessary, but I know the old magics hold power to enhance these pieces. Do your spells and weave your arcane tapestry, and let it all grant these pieces greater power and purpose." Scorpan nodded shakily to this, moving over to the containers, staring down into the blue.

With a gulp, he began his incantations, weaving the ancient powers around himself, gathering them into the small pieces one by one. Železna Raka could only smile, watching as he drew ever nearer to the end. Soon, not even an Ednorog of the highest order would be able to stop him. No... not even a GOD!

I slowly woke up, feeling soft cushions beneath me. It wasn't a bed, but it was darn well close all things considered. I adjusted my position, turning over, crossing my arms over my chest, I grew slightly puzzled, feeling my chest a lot sooner than I should have. Looking down I saw boobs, pale yellow boobs. It came back to me that I had 'spirit fragmented' into Applebloom yesterday. Tracing a hand over my neck, I flinched at the still present soreness still trying to piece the fragments of memory that I had from the minutes leading up to my loss of consciousnesses.

I slowly stood up, flinching at how painful a process it was. What ever that monster had done to me was still affecting me, and it wasn't a good kind of affecting. Looking about my surroundings, I tried to figure out where I was. The walls were a solid gray, not much help, and the floor was... equally gray. The sofa I had been laying on was an old one, having seen many a tush come and go. After a moment I arrived at the only conclusion I felt reasonable: I was in the underground. More than likely the base of the artifact users I barely could remember through the haze of the world.

Moving to the door, I pushed it open slightly, causing a pony who was standing next to it to flinch at the creaking noise it made. I looked at the pony, a deep purple stallion with a black mane. I could honestly say I never met him in my life.

"Hello, Mistress, good to see you are awake." Or maybe I did have a history, perhaps a history that only started last night. It took me a moment to process this, in conjunction with the flighty memories of the previous evening. Eventually the gears in my head clicked and I nodded.

"Y-yeah, I'm doing... better." I paused awkwardly trying to figure out how to phrase my next question.

"Would you like me to take you to the other Mistresses now?" He supplied helpfully. Well that worked, it was basically what I wanted with different words than I would've used.

"Uh... yes, please." I said lamely, still trying to get my bearings, though feeling like I was making some progress. The stallion nodded and began to lead me off, down the hall. The place was... oddly sterile. I noted several rooms that smelled especially strong of cleaner, and thinking on it, it did make sense. These halls, and especially these rooms, were all previously being used for sexual torture if the state of Raven, Periwinkle, Fluttershy, and my own body, were anything to go by. It made sense, and thinking on it, it was likely that that technique had been used to break Starlight.

"They are right in here." The pony said, taking up a post beside a door, acting as if he were a soldier - odd in my initial estimation. Then again, maybe this was how they usually would act around their masters when they weren't being used like living sex dolls. That thought found my eyes drifting down to the very present bulge in this stallion's pants. "Would you like me to service you, Mistress?" I shook my head quickly.

"N-no, that won't be n-necessary." I said, waving him off. And here I thought Button was the flighty one near sex. He nodded, and I moved quickly inside. Closing the door behind me, I was suddenly tackle hugged.

"Applebloom!" Sweetie Belle cheered. I smiled awkwardly, patting her on the back.

"Sorry, still Cress in the noggin." I said regretfully. Sweetie pouted in an overly dramatic way, likely hiding the saucy smirk that would've been there otherwise. She knew, she was just a miniature B-... no, Berry would've kept up the act. Thinking of Berry, I looked over to the mare. She, and basically every other pony, were currently sitting next to or hugging Periwinkle, Raven, or Fluttershy, who were all wrapped in warm blankets, of which a pile were currently being warmed in Rarity's magic aura. My gut instinct was to tell everypony to bugger off - they'd obviously had had enough contact to last them a life time. Then I realized that they weren't shirking away, but leaning into their friend's attentions. They needed contact - nonsexual contact. They needed comfort.

I walked over to Raven, sitting down beside her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked to me, tears in her eyes. I felt her heartache, as if it were my own. Her tears began to flow in earnest, sobbing her heart away as the terror's she had faced came washing over her. Pulling her closer, I set her head on my chest and hushed her soothingly, wrapping my other arm around to hug her as she threw her arms around me, holding me tightly.

The room was a wash of sobs, wails, calming words, and fond embraces for several minutes. No pony wanted to be the first to let go. We had all fought so hard just to get these ponies back, just to undo my stupid mistakes. And now... now we all just needed some time, time I could already feel we didn't have to burn.

I don't know how long we stayed hugging each other, it didn't really matter either way. The three ponies here had to recover, and they could have as much time as needed to do it for all I cared. It was then I realized something that made me a tad worried. Looking around the room to make sure I didn't make a fool of myself with the question, I asked after a moment,

"Where's my body?" The other ponies looked at me, and then at each other.

"That's a bit of a tough ask." Berry said, turning to me. "You see... well, we kept it safe, but..."

"I'm sorry to say that we were a tad late." Twilight finished. "You were... well... broken in. Thoroughly." I prodded my mind for details, and slowly recalled the absolutely drenched form on the floor. Bit and pieces of recollection surrounding that memory floated about, but in was still foggy. "We can take you to yourself... and odder sentence once I say it out loud - but yes, we can take you to him, if you want, just... fair warning."

"If you don't mind." I said, not wanting to be the pony to pry friends apart, but needing to see where I was. I couldn't stay Applebloom forever, it wasn't right. I needed to return, but I also needed to know the body I'd return to would be suitable. Twilight nodded, assured Fluttershy she'd return, and stood up.

I looked to Raven, and gave a sad smile. "I'll be back in a minute. Will you be alright?" Raven nodded slowly. My heart ached for her, not to mention I felt tired enough that I could just cuddle up beside her and sleep until winter's end, but I needed to make sure what state I was in.

Following Twilight down the halls, we eventually came to a chamber. It was barely furnished, and in the center was a kneeling pony I knew all to well. I waved off Twilight in a silent gesture to have her let me take a private moment with myself. She nodded, and closed the door behind me.

Walking over, I popped a squat in front of myself. The body had obviously been cleaned, his hair put in the messy arrangement I always used, and overall, beyond a few bruises here and there, he looked perfectly normal. The problem was inside - a problem I needed to see if I could solve.

"Cress?" I asked tentatively. I watched myself look up at me, locking gazes with myself. It was a confusing mess. The body blinked a few times, and then gave a gentle smile.

"Hello, Mistress, how may I serve you?" It was my voice. I would've gone running if it hadn't been exactly what I was fearing. Steeling my resolve, I pressed forward.

"Cress... it's me... the part of you that you bamfed using Button's artifact." I tried to make him recall. His eyes seemed to change, his expression shifting into something that was a mixture of elation, sorrow, hatred, and all around confusion.

"It worked?" He said, his voice - my voice - trembling, fighting. "I was so worried that it hadn-n-n-n..." I was afraid my body was having a seizure as the facial muscles twitched violently, the entire body twitching as if wracked with a terrible cough, before the smile returned, the expression an uncomplicated smile. "Hello, Mistress, how may I serve you?"

"Can... can you bring the other guy back?" I asked, not sure how to phrase my words to get what I wanted. My body cocked it's head to the side like a puppy.

"The other one is disobedient and reckless, he is unstable and liable to lash out in some way. Are you certain you wish to see him?" My voice asked. Strange enough, it seemed to work. I would've bounce for joy, but I also wasn't sure if this really was something to celebrate.

"Yes, I need to talk to him." I said firmly in Applebloom's voice.

"Yes, Mistress, I obey." He said - I said. He lowered his head and then raised it again, the face having gone back to its mixture of emotions, more flickering across every second. "Help me..." My voice quavered. I was taken aback. Not knowing what else I was to do, I placed a hand on my body's shoulder in the most comforting gesture I could manage.

"I will. I'll get us out of this." I looked less than convinced, and honestly, that was just like me. Whatever portion of me was in Applebloom was also unconvinced. "We have everypony here. We all made it. I'm sorry we took so long, but we're here now."

"Th-they..." My body began, tears already beginning to flow. "They raped me..." That hit me like a ton of bricks. I already had known it, but hearing it from my lips... that was another thing entirely. "They fucked my ass, my mouth, made me cum while they filled me with their cum! They stuck me with needles! I was helpless! And then... and then..." I could barely stand listening, but I had to, for my own sake, "And then they taught me to love it!" The voice hissed, thoroughly weakened, as he fell onto me, wrapping me up in a hug.

"They made me beg! And I did! I wanted their dicks, I wanted their cum! It was so good! Each time I swallowed they made me cum! They made me know what pleasure really was, but only when I did what they asked!" The tears were streaming down like waterfalls now, and I fought back my own. "They fucked me and fucked me over and over again! And they made me LOVE every single second of it! Gunther came down and brought out his pendant..." I felt another shudder run through my body, he needed to say all of this, he needed to get it out in the open, but even so, I wasn't sure if either of me could take it.

"He... he hypnotized me while they fucked my ass. And then he fucked me... he... he made me think I was a filly... and then a bitch... and then made me forget who I was... and then m-made... he made me his slut." He pulled away to look me in the eyes. "And deep down, the other guy... that guy who is me but isn't? He's still Gunther's sex crazed, nympho slut! I'm still Gunther's sex crazed, nympho slut! Every second I feel whatever he made me into bleed into who I really am! Every second I'm not cumming, and every time I cum... no matter what, I can feel his words in me. Ringing inside my mind!" He fell back int my shoulder.

"I can't fight it..." I whimpered. "I... I'm a slut... a HONRY, SEX CRAZED, NYMPHO, SLAVE-DICK SLUT! I don't want to be, but... but he's drilled it so deep inside of me... he's made me cum, he's molded me, he's whipped every inch of ME out of ME, until he has gotten exactly what he wanted out of me! A slut! A helpless... worthless slut..." I squeezed tighter, unable to do anything else.

"No," I breathed in Applebloom's voice - a strange sound in this room, "no, you can fight. We'll fight it together. We'll get past this. We'll get better. Everypony will." All uncertainties were burned away inside of me. There wasn't space for doubts anymore. I knew what I had to do, I just prayed to Celestia I had the power and strength yet to do it.