My Life on a Cassette Tape

I sat staring at Dick Slut who, in the most sexual way he could manage, was drinking a bottle of water... well, he was more letting water cascade over him as he took a few gulps from whatever was left. Puppershy, as she had become known, sat by his side on the floor, pleased to simply lean against his leg. Peri and Sultry were in the corner talking to each other, apparently getting on quite well if their tones and laughter were anything to go on. The rest of the ponies were in their own corners talking to each other, with Twilight and the other Elements in one corner while Raven, Berry, Applebloom, and Sweetie Belle were in another. A faint thought popped up in my head that it was good they'd talk and get to know each other if the agreement actually went through, but my attention was mostly set on the pony who was failing to drink water.

"Look, if you like what you see, you can just kiss me." He said, crumpling the bottle before tossing across the room into a trashcan. I huffed at that.

"Having you out of my body is a good thing in my mind. I don't have the urge to kiss you, much less touch you - I've had enough of an intimate knowledge of you as it is." I said pointedly. Dick Slut shrugged, looking over at the Elements.

"Wonder what they're talking about." He mused. "Probably the three new ponies, or more, that were created due to the artifacts latest bout of hilarity."

"Doubtlessly." I confirmed. "No pony has come looking for us, so there is a possibility that only those ponies that Gunther gave special attention to have doubles. The memories I still have-"

"Oh, so that's where they went. I was missing the ones from the drink, and it was weirding me out." Dick cut me off. Made sense as far as I was concerned, he wasn't the pony who drank it.

"Anyway, the memories I have," I persisted, trying to keep my already tested temper under control, "tell me that he didn't do the treatment he did on us to everypony. It's a special process for those ponies who are especially resistant to the stimulation and drug therapy he usually uses. Few ponies actually were hypnotized... more were traumatized. Hopefully the artifact included the erasure of that trauma for them. I'm certainly glad most of the memories of my treatment are out of my head."

"Oh, yeah, I got those ones." Dick confirmed, to my ever increasing annoyance. "So what, we just hoping we only have a few dozen doppelgangers about the place? Sure it's a tad more manageable than a two hundred some odd ponies, but it isn't much better for your chivalric white-knightness."

"We might get lucky and have only the other eleven ponies Gunther took an interest in, in which case, we can count our blessings until the end of the day. If we are less lucky, we'll have about thirty-seven ponies who had the treatment, but some of whom didn't get it from Gunther personally. If we are the most unlucky, then we'll have to deal with a compound full of 'em."

"Shouldn't we be out there checking around for them then?" Dick asked. "I'm sure it's eating you alive not helping them, so why aren't you?"

"Because we still need to act carefully. Who knows what will happen if we just barge about the place asking if there are suddenly new ponies about. We might cause a panic none of us could get a hold on."

"Yeah, but if more ponies like me popped into existence, you have to admit, half the compound is currently resting in puddles of cum by this point." He was right, and I hated it. I of course knew that, but it was all we could do. Twilight needed to confer with her friends, and we all needed to rest a second from the fucking we had to take part of thanks to the compulsion power that both Dick and I had...well I assumed I had it, but I couldn't recall actually using it. My brain was still addled from the abundance of sex that broke up the day.

Suddenly there was a knocking at the door. Were the first victims coming to and looking for us? It was about the right time, though how they'd know where we were was another question entirely. Everypony in the room gave each other concerned and perplexed looks. I seemed to be one of the few ponies cognizant at this point that we were all still naked, but I was sure that the ponies would come to their senses even as I walked up to the door, not caring particularly at this point who saw me naked. Today had certainly been a trying day.

Opening the door, I looked out and saw, to my surprise, Button. He hadn't been affected by Gunther by my recollection, or Gunther's, so that meant this wasn't about him splitti- I then noticed Brass standing behind him. She wasn't masturbating. Button must've found her in the halls, she certainly was still blank enough for it.

"You... uh... want to come in?" I asked awkwardly. Button gave a short nod and walked in... holding Brass' hand. It wasn't the white-knuckled tight grasp of a pony trying to hide their emotions and failing, but the delicate hold of a pony who was caring for the hand they held. What... what had happened? A quick glance at my watch told me a lot of what I needed to know. It had been three hours since I had sent Brass and Gunther out in the halls. We had fucked for about half, if not more, of that frankly ridiculous amount of time. Thank Celestia for infinite and quick reloads.

"Button Mash?" Sweetie Belle asked from the other side of the room, before the white mare turned full red, realizing they were both undressed, though she made no effort to cover up. I had to guess these two had a history.

"Wait..." Button paused, looking at the mare, "you're in on this too?" He looked at me in confusion.

"When we got captured, I used your artifact to bamf away." I explained quickly. "I wasn't looking where I was going, and I ended up in Applebloom."

"And Sweetie Belle is part of that package, gotcha." Button nodded, catching on faster than I had expected. Perks of being a friend I suppose, you get to know the details of relationships before other ponies. "Uh... yeah, hey Sweetie." He waved awkwardly at the mare, who had calmed down since his entrance, now only blushing lightly.

"Hi, Button, I didn't expect to see you awake yet. Berry told me that you were somehow involved in this mess of fun." She said, messing a bit with her hair. "So... who's that?" I gulped, knowing the answer, but wondering how Button would put it.

"This... well this is the mare that made me a... himbo? Is that the term?"

"Sure is kid. Nice stockings by the way." Berry jeered, raising her bottle of water as if for a toast. Button looked down, as if he hadn't realized he hadn't taken them off - which was hard to imagine since they had straps that ran along his hip to be secured by a belt that looked fairly tight on him.

"Eh heh heh heh..." He pulled at one of the straps, letting it go to snap against his skin. "Yeah... forgot to take them off, got..." He looked to Brass with a thin smile, "distracted." I was more confused than a homeless pony under house arrest at this point. "But yeah... uh... well this mare did the intelligence sappy thing with her artifact, made me dumb in every way but how to have sex and make ponies feel good, and then dressed me up and used me as bait for Cress."

"And she's here and naked why?" Sweetie pressed again.

"Well... uh... well I guess this is also her base. The naked part... well I found her like that."

"That's my fault." I raised a hand, wanting to get my part over with quickly. "I wanted to get rid of whatever Gunther had done to us, and I also needed to neutralize the threat that Brass here and Gunther posed." I explained, looking at Brass. "I used her artifact to reduce both of them to about the same state, if not worse, than what they reduced you to, Button. Brass, at that point, let it slip that if I drank the juice that formed in the chalice that I'd gain their intelligence."

"You didn't!" Twilight said, moving forward from her friendship circle.

"I did." I said flatly, not feeling at all threatened by the princess at this point. "I drank every last drop in an attempt to gain the knowledge on how to reverse the effects."

"And you didn't mention this when you were explaining how you returned to your body because?" Twilight asked, her wings twitching in annoyance as she stepped closer.

"Because it wasn't important." I rebutted. "But either way, after finding that Gunther played for keeps with no backdoor, I made them both my slaves and sent them to walk about the compound while masturbating and offering their services to any pony that stopped them." Twilight was shocked.

"Th-that's... that's immoral!" Twilight accused.

"And zapping any creature that disagrees with you with Magical Brainwashing Friendship Rainbows isn't?" I shot back. "I did what I had to do. Making them debase themselves isn't even a fraction of what they deserve! They deserve so much more, so much WORSE! And if I'm the only pony willing to take the responsibility to try and make them pay for what they've done to hundreds of ponies, not just me but hundreds of others, then I'll gladly take that burden!"

"It isn't your choice to make!"

"IT IS NOW!" I roared, sending her back a step. For a second I let silence hang in the room as I glared daggers into her very soul. "Ever since I got the artifact," I said, my tone almost a whisper, "I have been invested with a power to make things in this world right. So far I've failed in that duty. Sure, I've made sure my mother is cured, but that was about it. Now... now I'm taking on my responsibilities as they have been given to me. I am going to punish those two for every second of pain they inflicted on others. I'm not going for reform, they're beyond that point. I'm going for retribution. After that, I'm taking down their entire empire, making sure no pony else can do what they've done." Twilight considered this for a second, regaining her posture as she squared up to me.

"And you think that's right? You think that you alone can be an arbiter of justice for all the ponies they have wronged?" Twilight asked calmly.

"No pony else is stepping up to the plate." I answered coldly.

"And what about me?" It wasn't Twilight who said that. Turning in surprise I looked at Button who was standing defiantly before me. "What about what I want? What I feel? What about that, Cress?" I was confused to say the least, and then I noticed his hand. White-knuckled, holding on desperately to the mare's hand - the mare who had stripped him of his freedom. I looked back to his face, an eyebrow cocked.

"What are you getting at, Button?" I asked pointedly.

"I know who she was," he began, moving a tad closer to her, "I'm... I'm aware of what she's done. But... but what you've done to her... it's stripped away the bad from her. She isn't that mare anymore. The mare she is... the mare she is doesn't deserve punishment. At this point, you have essentially a pony with the intelligence of a child and the sex education of a veteran whore. She isn't a threat to anypony except those ponies with a heart condition.

"Cress... what I'm saying is... I don't know..." He struggled for words, but I didn't press him. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. "Cress, I want you to make me her... I dunno, parole officer? Her... rehabilitation assistant? Her-"

"You want me to make you her Master and her your slave." I said bluntly, cutting through the nonsense. Button froze for a second at this, a thousand thoughts flashing through his eyes before he silently nodded. I huffed. Yet another pony thinking with his dick, great. "Fine." I muttered. "Fine, she's yours. I'll give you a key phrase to make it official." Button's eyes grew wide in excitement. "But if she hurts one more pony, if she shows herself to be just who she was before, I will take her back, and I will take her and deal with her my way." I hissed, having been done with the day before it began. I could only foresee the next few hours being worse. Nothing ever got easier it seemed.