My Life on a Cassette Tape

I sat in the middle of the room still not wanting to move, simply staring at the floor. A part of my brain thought that maybe this was why I had been doing it before - the part of my brain that was still folding in on the rest. The last piece clicking into place, or at least what I could only assume was the last piece, I sighed. It wasn't really true. Before I was staying still because the scar Gunther had left was a hard one to ignore. Taking stock of myself, I came to the conclusion that the addition of the part of me that had been in Applebloom coming back to the fold had tipped the balance. I was a tad bit more me now, but only a little. I had adjusted the dilution, but Gunther's influence was still wriggling in the back of my mind like a festering, cancerous growth that simply needed a catalyst to sprout forth and consume my whole being.

I was so filled with so many emotions, it was hard to pick one out. I was afraid of what I might become - and that in two directions, I was enraged at Gunther and Brass, I was filled with lust and a hunger from my... slutty side, I was sad for what I and so many others had lost, and beyond all that - I was simply blank as shock kept me rooted in place.

What was I going to do? Gunther's underground hold contained two hundred and thirty-nine ponies that were still, technically, under his power, even though he couldn't exert it as much. I wanted to send all the ponies back home... but what was worse? Thinking your family member dead; or finding them alive, but a helpless slut? I knew the answer, it was simple. Families had worked through worse. What was worse was not knowing who I could trust.

True, I could do the digging and send everypony back to where they should be, but then this Empire would likely find them before too long. And then what? Doubtlessly they'd reclaim their slaves, and the families would be without them once again, if not joining them as slaves. I could help, but how much could I help?

The door opened, and I looked up, a part of me realizing I was still kneeling, and seeing as I lacked furniture, I could excuse it in that moment. I rose up, wobbling slightly as my legs got the message to start doing their part. A little cream mare with a red mane peaked in, a mare I knew fairly well.

"C-Cress, are you... uh... decent?" She asked timidly, not actually looking around the room, her eyes screwed shut as she moved her head to and fro in the slightly opened doorway. I looked at myself, not sure since I really hadn't checked. I was in my normal street clothes, and beyond that they were clean. Odd for all the shenanigans I had gone through in the last week or so.

"Yeah, I'm decent." I replied simply, far less energy in my voice than normal. I wasn't going to correct my tone. I really wasn't feeling energetic. Sullen was a good word. Confused was another.

"H-hey there..." She said, entering the room fully, opening her creamy orange eyes. "Uh... I'm Applebloom... but I suppose you figured that out, huh?"

"Yeah..." I muttered. "Crescendo... like you were probably told."

"Yeah..." We were just a pair of awkwardness. "L-look... I... I wanna be straight with you, alright? No judgement, just me tellin' you how it is." She said, I nodded, accepting that that was for the best. Holding back anything would just mean letting it cook up into something more potent later. "Okay... eh, look, I... I wasn't, you know... asleep while you were inside me." Not a surprise really, I had no way of knowing what the artifact's particularities were, and the only one who could've told me so happened to have been temporarily turned into a slut at the time.

"I... I got a foggy recollection of basically everythin' you did... everythin' you... felt." That... well.

"I... hope you enjoyed the show?" I offered weakly. I had to admit I wasn't in the most diplomatic of moods. Applebloom, however, just giggled in response.

"It was... it was certainly something." Applebloom admitted sheepishly as she pushed the door shut with her back, the soft rasp of steel on steel tipping me off that she had closed the peepholes into the room. "I..." This was either a wonderful or horrendous sign, there was no in between at his point. "I actually kinda... have had a... fetish?" Good? I had to suppose so.

"I seem to have a knack for finding those." I muttered with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah... mine is... well it's..."

"Body puppetry?" I offered, coming up with a name of the top of my head.

"Yeah... that... I ain't even sure ifin it's actually a fetish most ponies know about. Heck, I ain't even been able to find it online... not that I've really searched for it hard."

"Sweetie?" I asked, decently sure that I was right. Applebloom both beamed and blushed at that one.

"Yeah, I don't really need... well... I guess I never really needed to find another pony to talk to about it since Sweetie was right there. She... well, you kinda could guess, but she'd kinda got the counterpart fetish to mine."

"She has the hots for body puppeteered ponies." I said.

"Well... she has the hots for me, and she loves it when I'm getting what I want. I... well, I ain't got no way of being able to tell, but I think she was so wantin' the action she gave you since... you know... well, it was me, and I was getting exactly what I wanted." That... actually made some sense. She said that me inhabiting Applebloom's body was turning her on... maybe it wasn't that it was me in Applebloom's body, or even that Applebloom's body was being possessed, but that it was Applebloom who was being possessed... whatever that distinction really meant in the end.

"So yeah, she... she's quite... rambunctious? I guess? So... I'd like to say thank you kindly for... helpin' us... even ifin that t'weren't what you was aimin' at. And... eh..." My gentle smile was fading fast. This was going into the territory where Applejack would bust in and hang me from the nearest tree by my junk. "I was just... I dunno... thinkin'... ifin you wanted, say, two ponies about... two mares... and they would... I dunno... engage it sexual acts with you and your... friends?" A part of my brain was telling me that she and Button would get along... then again, I was also feeling just as awkward.

"This... this is a very... kind offer, but... well... you can't exactly offer it for Sweetie Belle, she's not even here." I said, trying to end this before it started.

"Oh, but she is, and we've already discussed it while you where sittin' in here." She said, opening the door to let the mare in question inside the room. Sweetie Belle stood there in a plain shirt and jeans. I was confused to say the least, she hadn't come with us, but I supposed maybe Rarity had just brought her down here for safe keeping. We all were down here after all, no pony was left up top side to look after her.

"Hi, Cress." Sweetie said in a sultry tone, looping an arm around Applebloom, whose blush grew only deeper, as did mine. "Yeah, I did agree with Applebloom here." She answered the question before I could ask it. "And to clarify her pausing speech: we're basically asking to, in exchange for becoming auxiliaries, or better, in your harem, for you to help Applebloom with her fetish." I was floored.

"Up to this point," She continued, now turning to Applebloom to run a hand down her cheek in a loving and thoroughly sexual motion, "we've only been able to do it through role play, but you," She cast a glance towards me, a devilish grin took her features as she bit her lower lip in anticipation, "you can make it real. And I've got to say, that does it for me. Seeing my Applebloom moving under some other pony's control? Mmmmm~! It makes me wet just thinking about it." My eyes drifted involuntarily towards her crotch.

Something in me strained, my vision lightly blurring as I blinked a few times - even as I tried to make my decision. "I... I..." I found my hand twitching, as if to move, my eyes transfixed on the spot between Sweetie's legs, my vision swimming.

"So... can we join?" Applebloom asked, apparently not having heard me, or not caring. I honestly had stopped noticing her as my vision continued to swim, but in that moment my eyes flicked over to her crotch, and bobbed up to her small breasts, and then over to Sweetie's. A need was burning in me. "Can we join?" She reiterated, or maybe her voice just echoed in my head.

"Join? Y-yeah... yeah, sure..." I said, fighting off the daze as best I could, and failing. I barely registered anything, not noticing anything Applebloom said as she hugged Sweetie in joy, my eyes now focused on the farm pony's butt. I next noticed being hugged myself, and then... I felt...

Dickslut giggled gently, realizing he was being hugged. He returned the hug. He liked hugs, it allowed him to grab butts. The mare noticed with a sly grin, and Dickslut knew he was caught. He fell to his knees, and with robotic motions undid the pants on both mares, a dreamy smile on his face as he worked. The pants didn't stand a chance, and a simple motion later, both mares stood without bottoms.

Something was said, but he didn't hear anything. It didn't concern him, why should he pay attention? His dick wanted to join in on the party, but Mistress hadn't ordered i-

"-you want to fuck us?" One of them said to him. He smiled dumbly and nodded like a good slut. "Take out your dick then. I know safe sex is good, but doing it through denim isn't exactly on my list of things to do. He nodded again, removing his pants with practiced ease. Dickslut was good at getting out of clothes - a lot better than he was at getting into clothes. He grabbed his already hard dick, but didn't do anything, not sure which mistress wanted it first.

"I'll just lick his balls and play with myself, if that's alright, you can get the fucking." One of the mistresses said as he returned to standing. The other mistress nodded, and then bent over in front of him. He smiled. He liked this part. Lining up, he plunged deeply into his mistress, his dopey grin exploding into elation, the pleasure at being used like the worthless slave-dick he was nearly making him cum, but he wasn't allowed to cum yet. Mistress must cum first. He began to fuck her, happy that the other mistress was happy to suck his balls. She hadn't needed to do that, he could've fucked her with his fingers, but she was a kind mistress.

Dickslut, let the sensations wash over him, but not too much. He stayed focus, hammering away at the mistress in front of him while the other worked at his balls. He was a good slave-dick, why else would mistress let him fuck her? This made Dickslut very happy, and filled him with a wave of pleasure, knowing that mistress liked him.

The sound of their fucking filled the room, and Dickslut loved it. Both mistresses had such beautiful voices, moaning and occasionally screaming out in pleasure. He wished his voice was pretty like theirs. Feeling mistress' pussy spasm around his dick, he could tell, she was close, so he redoubled his efforts to make this extra special. When she came, he leaned over her and grabbed her nipples through her shirt, and twisted them, just as master Gunther had taught him.

Mistress screamed in pleasure, collapsing beneath him. Dickslut, satisfied with a job well done, congratulating himself on not even cumming, looked at the other mistress. She looked happy. That was good. She moved around, and stood up before him, and lifted her leg. Dickslut obediently grabbed it and lifted her up and lined her up to fuck his dick while he stood. Mistress was already near finishing, and had just wanted to finish on him.

"C-cum in me!" That was an order. Mistress had ordered him, but he'd wait until she came. It was only right. She bounced up and down on his dick, and then with one last thrust, she came. This was Dick Slut's favorite part. With an explosion of pleasure and euphoria, he came, filling Mistress up as she slumped in his grasp. Letting her down slowly, he set her next to the other mistress, and smiled.

Maybe another mistress or master would come by and order Dickslut again? That would be nice. He could hardly wai-

I stumbled back several steps, finally having wrestled control back. Looking down, I saw both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom on the floor. Sweetie was soaked in her fluids, dozing contentedly beside Applebloom who had a creampie leaking out from her. It wasn't a dream. I fell to the ground, hitting it with a meaty smack as I looked over the two of them. This... this wasn't good.