My Life on a Cassette Tape

I looked at the two fucking before me, and at the cup. I needed the answers, I needed to know, but was... was I truly able to take away their minds permanently? But then, what other way was there to undo the damage they had done to me or Starlight? Raven, Periwinkle, and Fluttershy were also hurt, but at least their scars could be healed with therapy, but Starlight and me? I wasn't sure if anything short of magic would fix us. What was right in this scenario?

These two deserved punishment, but stooping to their level, was that right? Could I really consume their intelligence? At this point they would never be able to harm another pony... but was I really in a position to be judge, jury, and executioner? True, I wasn't killing them, but... but the griffon Gunther and pony Brass would never be the same they once were. They'd be happy, horny fuck puppets. Maybe that was right? After all the other ponies they had taken and done the same to, maybe it was what they deserved?

I looked to the door and thought on that. The other ponies. They had taken so many more ponies than just those I knew personally. The size of this compound... how many ponies were there? How many families had lost somepony and would never know they had ended up here, ended up as sex slaves. How many mothers had died without their foals by their side? How many brides or grooms were left at the altar? I turned back to the two, these questions burning a hole through what sympathy I had left for them.

How many lives had these two ruined?! How much love destroyed? And would they face justice at the hands of the guard? That was a laughable question. Of course they wouldn't! They had the guard in their pocket, they pulled the strings! No. No, if they were to face justice, it would be right here, right now. No other ponies would deliver justice, and beyond that, no pony would have to once I was finished. I didn't have the strength to kill these two, that was for sure, but what I did have right in my hand was the power to neuter the danger they posed to Equestria.

I went to lift the cup to my lips, but paused. What would the others think? That gave me a reason to reconsider. Berry and Periwinkle would always be on my side, they were compelled to by the agreement they had made. But the Elements? They might not look so kindly. Then again, they had laid out execution orders on evils left and right during their hay day when the Elements were constantly finding use. They'd understand, they'd have to, either that or be such hypocrites that their opinion would cease to matter. I almost drank again, but then Raven's eyes flashed before me. What would Raven think?

A knock came at the door. I looked towards it, but saw no pony in the light of the slits. I grabbed the travel lid that had been fitted to the chalice and placed it over the brim. I opened the door, and as if I had summoned her, Raven stood there in the hall, a tad bit away from the door, wrapped in a blanket only heated by her body. I wanted to say something to persuade her, to make her understand what I was doing and why it was necessary, but instead I just looked at her. In her eyes I felt not only her pain, but the pain I had seen in my own eyes and the eyes of everypony the two behind me had ever met. My heart melted, and I simply lunged at her, wrapping my arms about her in a hug, crying into her shoulder. She wrapped me in the blanket and a hug, softly hushing me.

"I hate them..." I managed weakly after countless moments of crying. "They've done this to us... and now..."

"I'll do it." Raven said simply. I looked up to her startled. Had she really said that? Looking into her eyes, I saw a new edge in them, but she wasn't looking at me. Following her eyes, I realized she could just barely see the two of them, still fucking. "My cla- hands aren't entirely clean. I can end them... I can do what must be done." That... that was what I needed to hear. I turned back to her.

"No... no I think I can do it." I said with a sense of finality. "I won't kill them... death is to sweet a release." I parted from her warm embrace, lowering my head. "I just hope I can live with it." I turned and entered the chamber, making a beeline towards the chalice. I pulled off the lid and looked at the contents. This was the moment, the moment were all the answers I wanted would become mine.

Tipping the chalice back, I closed my eyes, ever cognizant of the fact Raven watched me as I did. It did in fact taste like grape juice - heavily artificial grape juice. As the taste washed over me, taking in the last drip of the concoction - irrevocably setting the change in stone - I dropped the chalice as a wave struck me, sending me against the wall. New sensations over flowed me, sending me to my knees as I gripped my head. The world swirled like the chalice.

"And where did you find it?"

"Get back here young lady!"

"Stop it!"

"I beg you, please! I can give you whatever you want!"

"I will whip that insolence right out of you!"

"You think that since it gives you power that you are at the top of the food chain?"

"Bend the knee and I might consider letting you keep it."

"You will bow in life or death, make no mistake."

"This is to be your fief. You will march as a wolf among sheep."

"You won't get away with this."

"Be sure your evil will find you out, griffon!"

"Silver, and you are?"

"Stop playing games!"

"Attention! Forward march!"

"You will cum until you have nothing left to cum, and then you will cum again!"

"Maybe if we had two or three more artifacts we'd be able to take him, but we don't stand a chance now."

"You will either die for the Emperor or will live in his service!"

"I will forget us... I will obey..."

"I'd do anything just to fuck those asscheeks one last time..."

"And who do you think you are?"

I opened my eyes, my head still a ball of searing pain as I tried to organize myself, taking stock of limbs and location. I was still on the floor of the chamber, my limbs were still attached, and the sound of the two fucking still echoed about me. Looking up, I saw Raven looking down in concern.

"Are you alright?" She asked. I barely processed this as I forced myself to my feet, swaying a tad. I looked at the two former artifact users, a feeling of dread washing over me, only to be replaced by satisfaction. I had laid them low, so low they'd never again pose any threat. I had won. I grinned.

Reaching into my mind I felt for a memory on what to do to undo what Gunther had done. I'd finally have my ans- and then it hit me. Gunther had... had drugged ponies, raped them over and over, hypnotized them, and all the while... all the while he did it for keeps. He never had a backdoor. No pony... no pony could be cured once he had them. My eyes widened in rage, my fingers flexing.

I had endured it all, and for what? Nothing. These ponies... they never intended to release anypony. I searched, and in a second, I found my answer. Two hundred and thirty-nine ponies. Two hundred and thirty-nine ponies had all been taken by Gunther. My hands twitched, my face contorting into a snarl. I took a step forward, looking at Brass.

I reached into my mind once again. Her dress uniform had tipped me off before, and now, now I knew she was military. What more, her entire platoon was repeatedly mind fucked by her. She had trained them into soldiers as much as she had trained them into sluts. She had a select few that Gunther had gotten his talons on and had inserted triggers into their minds to make them able to switch between cleaning the barracks and cleaning her pussy without a thought. He had bent them into being able to hear their trigger word and instantly become sluts in uniform.

I clenched my fist, and then opened them again as anger continued to whelm up inside of me. Of the ponies Gunther had taken... of the two hundred and thirty-nine, nearly every one of them had received a missing pony report. Gunther had laughed at each. Why shouldn't he? Each face belonged to a now broken pony who could barely function beyond acting as a cum dumpster. Each bright and shining future had been snuffed out like a candle. Even if they were found, what could they do? My hands ached to do something.

"Gunther, Brass Tacks, stand at attention before me." I boomed in Applebloom's voice, another force seeming to be feeding my tone. The two ponies quickly obeyed, breaking off the fucking. I glared daggers into them, looking them up and down, thoroughly disgusted with their existence. What would a suitable punishment be? Losing their intelligence had been a start, but they deserved much worse. "From now on," I hissed, "the two of you are my slaves!"

"You," I pointed at Brass Tacks sharply, "are my slave-bitch cunt! You are worthless beyond being a set of holes on legs! You will do as you are told, when you are told, as you are told! If you do well, I might just let you cum. Am I understood?!" She nodded furiously.

"And you," I turned to Gunther, "you are my dick-slave slut! You are only worth as much pleasure as you bring to others! Your dick will not cum unless I say so! You exist to pleasure others and will do whatever you can to bring as much pleasure as you can to others! Do you understand?!" He nodded furiously. "Good, that's a start, I huffed." I looked them over, a bad taste in my mouth.

"I want you two to walk through all the halls masturbating while repeating the words: 'I am a slave. My only worth is how much pleasure I bring. I will suck, I will fuck, I will serve. I am a slave. I must be punished. Please let me cum.' If anypony stops you, you will offer to do whatever sexual acts they like. You may only cum when told to, and will always cum when told to. Any mess you or another pony makes because of you, you will clean up with your tongue. I will come to collect you later. When anypony says the phrase: 'the dawn grows purple', you will accept them as your master. Now go!" The two of them immediately began to masturbate, their expression frozen blank as they began to repeat their mantras. They parted way once out of the door, walking in opposite directions as they began to repeat the words I had given them.

"It's not enough. They deserve so much WORSE!" I hissed, moving past Raven, who watched all of this with some trepidation. Picking up the chalice, I walked over to the case and set it in its place, taking out Button's artifact. "Raven," I began softly, a lot of the rage inside me already cooling off. "I can't fix the damage he has done to you... I can't fix anypony." I looked to her. "But I can't stay as Applebloom. It isn't right to keep her tangled in this." Raven nodded slowly.

"I want you to take this, and press the B button. That should release Applebloom and send me back to my body. I can... I can only hope all of this trauma stays on my end." Raven took the Joy Boy Retro and looked at it blankly. "Applebloom is likely going to be quite confused. Button never told me what ponies under his control are like after the fact... I kind of doubt he even knows." Raven looked up to me.

"I... I love you." She said, tears beginning to flow. "Even... even if you aren't quite you, even if... even if you never fully recover from what Gunther has done... to both of us. I love you. Nothing can change that." I smiled at that.

"I love you too Raven. We'll make it out of this together." She nodded, and looked back down to the handheld, taking a deep breath. Pressing the button, I felt my world reduced to blackness. I felt everything fly past like I was in a wind tunnel, and then... it stopped.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at my hands. They were mine. Looking up, I felt the two sets of memories fold in to one. I now had both spent a few loving hours with Sweetie Belle, and had been raped by Gunther. I tried to recall Gunther's first slave, needing to know if I kept the memories from the chalice, and to my surprise and relief, I could see him. A dark gray stallion with a shining silver mane... Silver. It felt odd, but as I looked over the memories in my head... it came together. Gunther had taken him as a slave before Silver had found his artifact, but when he had found the artifact... Gunther had to let him go.

"I will forget us... I will obey..." Silver's words rang in my ears. Gunther... Gunther had loved him. Somehow... somehow despite their bickering, Gunther never accepted that the Silver he had loved was truly gone, despite seeing the evidence every time they met. But despite forgetting their love... despite being forced to forget it... Silver never forgot Gunther. It was why he had asked for Gunther's help. He knew there was something missing.

"Give it back! Please!" The final words before he burned. Had he realized in his last moments exactly what he was going to lose? Maybe... but neither of them would be able to miss the other again.