My Life on a Cassette Tape

Železna Raka hurled a javelin, only to watch as the black and orange power of the Ednorog swatted it out of the air. "So it's treason then, priest?!" He snarled, charging forward at the priest Tirek, who simply batted him away.

"I've had to play your petty games, Železna, but no longer." Tirek raised a hand and brought the petty king flying across the hall into his grasp. "Priest?" Tirek spat in his face, tightening his grasp on his throat. "I'm a Prince, but today... I'm KING!" Železna flailed uselessly in the suddenly large centaur's grasp. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! He was to ascend!

Casting an eye towards his artifacts, now free from the liquid mana, they all sparkled with energies so potent that not even their physical forms could contain it, and just beyond were the pots of the shining, blue, ethereal substance. In a last desperate attempt at his prize, He drew his last javelin and threw it directly to the pools of mana. Tirek was too shocked to stop it, likely having thought the desperate flailing the ineffectual efforts of a centaur dying in his grasp.

The weapon flew, and in a flash, revealed with one always lowered objects slowly into liquid mana. A massive expansion of arcane energies sprang forth, destroying everything in its wake, from the floor to the ceiling to the very vessels that contained the potent fluid. Železna may have been smaller, but he was trained in physical combat, the one blessing those not given magic could take. Grabbing Tirek's arm, he pulled and twisted, forcing himself around the other centaur, and placing him in front of him. A bolt of arcane lightning scoured the length of the chamber and sliced across Tirek's back.

Tirek glared daggers down at the centaur, only to be bucked in the face by two heavy hooves. Tirek stumbled, sending the table of artifacts tumbling, and crashing into the mana sphere that now floated where the vessels had been consumed. Železna would've shouted in panic if time had permitted, but in the instant they all touched, an explosion of the highest magnitude cascaded outward, rending stone from stone.

Outside the Great Ziggurat, the common people could only watch as the once great temple lost it's zenith in a massive explosion of dazzling, arcane colors. Many would lose their lives from the aftermath, while many more were never found again. Not King Železna Raka, and not this self proclaimed priest.

I walked down the hall, trying to think of something besides what was going to happen. Was there an alternative? No, no there wasn't. I was out of options, and I was running low on time. It was the dead of night, everypony else had gone to sleep, except for me. I had pretended to sleep of course, but my purpose for that evening kept me from actual sleep.

Opening the door, I looked in towards the figured strapped in the chair. I set the case down heavily, closing the door behind me, letting only the light stream in from the bar covered slit of the door. I opened the case and sighed, bringing out Gunther's artifact, holding it in a free hand, before moving over to remove the hood of the same griffon in the chair.

"Oh, hello, little pony, have we met? I'm Gunther. Thes-" I slapped him across the face.

"I know who the fuck you are." I spat, literally, into his face. "You may not understand, but I used an artifact to send a fragment of my spirit into this body, and now I find you've raped my original into oblivion." Gunther's expression wasn't shock like I wanted it to be, it was merely confusion.

"S-sorry, I would love to help you, but I rape so many that it gets a tad difficult to keep track. Who were you and who did I fuck the brains out of?" I slapped him again.

"You will fucking not cross me you bitch, or else what restraint I have left won't last long enough to not strangle you with a fucking garrote wire! Capeesh?" Gunther's eyebrow lifted a tad. He was curious. He should be terrified!

"So apparently it was one of my finer pieces of work." He said with casual ease. "So... Starbitch or Fuc-" I punched him between the eyes, the bolted down nature of the chair the only reason it didn't fall backwards. "Look, I know this is likely your first interrogation, so I'm going to give you some pointers," He said, shaking his head, "you don't mess with the head. It's where all the information is that you want to get at."

"Fine..." I said, a devilish grin on my face. "Fine, perhaps I was focusing on the wrong head." I lifted his artifact for closer inspection, and fiddled with it. "Maybe I'll just tre-" I paused, something catching me off guard. Looking over to Gunther with a sidelong glance that now had move to a stare, I noticed he was now frozen in place, beak parted in a cry I couldn't hear, eyes wide in the terror I wanted from him. Looking back to the pendant, I looked over the sundial-esque design. "Time?"

I looked back to the griffon, frozen in place, piecing together several things at once. The sudden disrobing, the spikes in pleasure... he had stopped time and had... jacked everypony off? I moved up to him and flicked him in the forehead. No reaction, not even a flinch. Either he had nerves of steel, or I was right. I had just assumed he had an artifact that gave pleasure, but it seemed I was wrong. I looked at his pants, feeling I had only one choice... no... no I had options.

Gunther suddenly came, likely the best orgasm he had had in a while based on his face. "C-can't believe you gave me a blowjo-" He paused, looking at his lap, horror mounting inside of him. "BRASS!?" The military pony recoiled, overwhelming the strength I had been using to keep her face against his crotch as he came hard.

"What?!" The pony 'Brass' screeched, flailing backwards, only to stop in mid motion as I activated Gunther's artifact. I had learned already that to activate it, you merely had to have contact and had to will it to happen. I grabbed Brass and lifted her up off the floor, laughing internally as she froze midair like a game asset before the physics engine is turned on. I quickly removed her clothes, surprised... well, not really surprised to find that she didn't wear anything beyond the outer layer.

Angling her about, I impaled her onto Gunther's dick, and unfroze time. "G-Gunther!" Brass yowled, likely feeling suddenly full. Gunther was helpless to move in his restraints, but Brass quickly reacted, lifting herself off, only to freeze with time as I pushed her right back down. Time resumed, and she let out an involuntary, sultry moan, before going to pry herself off once more, only for me to repeat my work. After ten assisted pumps, I didn't need to intervene, Brass simply fucked Gunther. I smirked, looking through the artifacts I had left.

Apparently this case is where my artifact and Silver's had been found by the other ponies. Button's had been retrieved, along with the colt himself, from the house. He had been stuck in the bathroom, and based on its state, had been told to jack off until further notice. Maybe I'd do something like that to these two? Maybe then they'd talk.

I grabbed the chalice that Twilight said was once Brass' artifact, though she hadn't used her name. It apparently had some sort of intelligence sapping ability that ended when it was spilled. Likely why it had the mismatched plastic to-go cup lid fitted to it. Once Twilight had had it spilled, it seemed everypony affected by it was released, including a very tired Button who collapsed in his own jizz. I'd have to pay him a visit once he woke up and had physically recovered, but these two needed my attention.

Turning back to the fucking couple, I gave the cup a gentle swirl, testing out the artifact while thinking about the concept of reasons to be secretive. If I could extract certain aspects of their intelligence, I could make this a lot easier, but nothing of this was a sure fire bet.

"How do I undo what you did to Starlight?" I asked,getting as close to Gunther as the mare riding him would allow.

"Fuck off!" I suppose either it didn't work, or he just enjoyed fucking. I swirled my glass again, watching the lethargic stream of crimson energy flow from their heads into the cup.

"You will tell me, or I will stop you fucking." I said pointedly. The two kept on fucking, ignoring me. I swirled the cup again, my ire beginning to overflow as the cup filled more and more. "Tell me how to fix what you've done!"

"Wuz... wuz yuh doon to meh." Gunther slurred. That didn't help as I gave the cup a few more violent swirls, my teeth beginning to bare into an animalistic snarl. "Heh heh heh... I feel funny..." I swirled my glass several more times, more and more as I focused on these two, my rage growing and growing. He was taunting me!

I set the glass down and activated the sundial, the world stopping before me as I grabbed and ripped Brass off of him, giving his balls a less than gentle squeeze before releasing the effect. Gunther roared like a lion at the sudden pain, grasping at his genitals while Brass hit the wall with a meaty thwack as soon as the artifact's effect was released.

"You will tell me what I want or you will not have balls for much longer!" I hissed at him. Gunther looked up at me, fear now in his eyes. He finally was scared! "Tell me!" I pressed. Gunther let out a meek mewl. What?

"Heh heh... he's a dumb kitty-birdy..." Brass said stupidly, slowly crawling forward, one hand dedicated to shlicking herself. "You took too much smart juice out of him."She said, hoisting her upper body onto his lap, giving the erect shaft of his dick a lick. "You gotta give him some back or drink the stuff if you want anything now!" She then gobbled up the dick, giving Gunther the best head his now severely impaired mind could recall.

"D-drink it?" I stammered, looking to the nearly full cup. Brass popped up, switching from mouth to hand with expert ease.

"Yeah, tastes like grape juice!" She said cheerily. "You wuz focusing on us right? You wanted us dumb not them?" She nodded to the door. I looked over and saw no pony in the shafts of light. Moving over I peered through the bars and saw a pony walking by, one of the former slaves by how he was dressed. He walked normally. Good. Apparently my single minded focus on these two was good for something.

Turning back to them, I smirked. "Gunther." I said like I was talking to a pet. Gunther perked his head up like a cat, seeming more interested in the sound than what it meant. I moved over to the glass and tipped it slightly. "Gunther?" Gunther turned to me.

"Yez?"

"What's two plus two?"

"Eh... fish?" He answered, more asking than anything. I smirked.

"If I asked you to, would you walk around naked?" I asked like a teacher asking a student if they'd read off attendance. Gunther nodded his head with a dumb smile.

"I like nekid! Can I be nekid all the time?" I smirked. Perfect. Looking to Brass, I analyzed her carefully. Gunther was believable, but she had been able to be coherent before I spilled a tad out. How much more intelligent was she now? I stared her down and swirled the cup a few times, watching as tendrils of slow moving mist swirled towards me, my gentle swirls relieving less that my violent swirls earlier had. Once Brass slumped onto Gunther's lap like a limp noodle, I began to slowly pour from the glass, still focusing on her, happy to see the mist only flowed back towards her, skirting around Gunther entirely, who was slapping her face with his dick as if that would revive her.

She blinked a few times, and then happily went back to sucking. "Brass?" I asked, again like I was talking to a pet. She stopped and looked at me, Gunther's dick still in her mouth.

"Mhmm?" She muffled around his dick.

"Spit it out." She groaned at that, but let the dick go. "Would you like to fuck him in public? Would you do it in front of everypony if I asked?" Brass' eyes grew wide in excitement.

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!" She said, bouncing up and down, patting Gunther's lap. I smirked again. Perfect.

"Do you two know anything about the Empire?" I asked like a teacher asking for information on the lesson I had just given. The two looked at each other and then to me, cocking their head to the side.

"Wazzan umpire?" Gunther slurred, pawing at Brass' head to guide her back to his dick. I looked at the juice before me. It contained all the answers I needed. And all it would take was for me to drink it. It could tell me what the Empire was, but more importantly, what they did to me, and what to do to fix it. I could kill so many birds with one stone. One stone that apparently tasted like grapes. I'd know their secrets, and best yet, they'd forever be reduced to idiots... no, they'd be reduced to fuck puppets. Like so many other ponies they had taken.

What was right? What was wrong? I didn't know, but staring between the cup and the two creatures that had caused me so much pain and grief now reduced to fucking and sucking, I knew the power to choose was now mine. Their fate, my fate, was in my hand.