My Life on a Cassette Tape

I woke up for the third time that night in a bed surrounded by my mares minus Berry. She was likely still enjoying, or at least I hope she was enjoying, what I had worked together on the fly. I desperately wished I could bring back her little Berry Pinch, but that would violate several laws of nature - and I wasn't sure if bringing back the filly would help Berry either way. So I settled for the second option and gave Berry something nice instead. A visit from her daughter's spirit, and a nice set of memories of a life she had been cursed to never actually see. I hoped she liked it.

But that wasn't what kept me up. What was keeping me up was a myriad of different things besides Berry's condition. Double and Thyme were going to be getting their wedding done sooner rather than later, one month from now in fact. They originally wanted to have it a week from now, but both sets of parents had convinced them to push it a tad further back so that a few more elements of the extended family had a chance to join. What's more, Double had asked me to be his best stallion. I... well, I had expected that to be fair. I was happy that he had chosen me, but I wasn't sure if I really was up for it. The Empire's shadow war was still afoot, and I was a combatant through and through. I had to see it through to the end.

Beyond the wedding and the war, one other thing was bothering me. I had three wonderful, beautiful, caring, adoring, and sexily subservient mares. I fucked them all, and wanted to keep doing it, as did they. What we had had changed from the initial lust to love, or perhaps some sort of lustful equivalent. I couldn't come up with new and interesting sexy stuff fast enough to keep them entertained, but even so they stayed with me, and even had asked me to make them slaves again. That was saying more on Periwinkle's part I supposed, she wasn't running into my arms away from her trauma, but even so, the fact Berry enjoyed what we did - enjoyed me - enough that she wanted to stay counted for something; right?

With these three lovely, loving mares around me, what was I supposed to do? Double and Thyme's impending marriage had struck me like a ton of bricks. I loved each of my mares deeply and truly, not just their bodies. I loved Spring Periwinkles ability to act so properly and be able to carry normal conversations and then change modes to be sexy. I loved how she had borders and wasn't afraid to express them openly, even as I pushed them. I loved her caring heart that bled for her friends. I love Berry Punch in her aggravating sexiness. I loved how she relished every order and sprang into them with gleeful abandon. I loved her for her constant fight against her own darkness. I loved that she, despite her issues, had such force of will that she could put away her vices. I love, and hated, her sense of humor, her spontaneity. I loved Raven.

I blinked. I loved Midnight Raven. She was beautiful in body mind and soul. She was a rational force in my ever confusing world, she was... she was what I wanted to be, what I needed to be - able to make the tough choices, and then regret them. I loved them all. Could I marry them? Yes, yes I could. Could I marry all three of them? Most definitely. Would I be able to? With the artifact, maybe. Then our perverted union would also be legally binding, not that that counted for much. Our marriage wouldn't be for legal purposes, but because we wanted to express our love. How would we even manage a ceremony with three brides and only one bridegroom? The organist would be dead tired for sure.

My eyes drifted unconsciously over to the door to the hallway. Across from it was another door that led into the room where Gunther was being held and tended to by the doppelgangers. I wasn't sure what they were up to, but Twilight assured me they were fine when she checked up on them. I could only hope my definition of fine was similar to hers.

I stared at the door, and tried to muster up some emotion for the griffon. He was evil, yes, but he was beaten, broken, and mine. I owned him and had made him, and was technically still making him, do tortuous things. Trying to search for pity or remorse, I only found hatred towards him and satisfaction at his pain. It frightened me. I couldn't even imagine feeling badly about this, and yet, I should. I should feel horrid, and yet... and yet I wanted more. I wanted him groveling in the dirt for mercy as I made him either cum every shattered piece of his mind away or had him fucked without release over and over again.

I wanted him hurt, physically and emotionally. I wanted him covered in spunk, laying on the cold hard ground while others jeered and derided him, while others told him he was worthless, that no one was coming. My eyes opened wider in realization. I wanted him to suffer, but I wanted him to suffer like I had. I no longer had those memories, only vague whispers of them, but they still haunted me. I had woken up from a dream, that was what had happened.

I had dreamed I was in my bed with my mares all cuddled around me when Gunther barged in, chained them all, and then me. He dragged me away, and then threw me into a dungeon cell. He waterboarded me with cum, shouting at me to confess - confess I was a dick slut, bitch who was his to command. He wanted me to say it, but I wouldn't. And then he jabbed me with a needle and asked again, and I said it happily with a giggle. The next time he dunked my head in the bucket of cum, I drank deeply, slurping up its contents. He paraded me around Ponyville, covered in cum, and heralded me as the greatest slut in the world, and then chained me in the town square for all to see and use. And was I used. Dicks, pussies, asses, tits, everything was rubbed over me, used on me.

I blinked away the phantom dream. My eyes fixing once again on the door. I no longer was imagining the hate I felt. It overflowed within me.

"Cress?" A small voice asked from beside me, but I ignored it, focusing on the door in front of me. "Cress, calm down, please." I snorted. Calm? Gunther would never know calm again. Suddenly my vision was engulfed with a black face an instant before it kissed me, driving me down into the bed's cushions as a hand grasped at my nude dick and began to stroke it. I melted into it, wrapping my arms about her, about my Raven. I realized after a moment I was crying, even though I wasn't sure why. Why should I be crying? It didn't matter, at least not at that moment. That moment's most important aspect was Raven and I kissing and holding each other. My anger was gone, and I didn't miss it.

Raven slowly left my lips, kissing a trail down my chest, across my belly, and down, down towards what her hand had been occupied with. She kissed my crotch, and then the base of my cock, and then the shaft, and then the tip, and then swallowed my dick whole. I threw my head back deeper into the pillow as she wrapped her tongue around my dick, pumping her head up and down along it. I writhed in pleasure, my limbs uncertain what to do with themselves. I couldn't grab anything, except maybe Periwinkle, but she was asleep. It was like a game: see if I could get off without waking up Periwinkle.

Raven pushed herself, giving all she had in her technique. She continued her oral ministrations, while using her hand to fondle my balls gently. I felt the wave of ecstasy building up, ready to be released. Suddenly, Raven went full deep throat, diving down to take my entire length in her mouth, my cock's head poking into her throat, causing her to tear up as I was pushed over the edge. My arms shot up on their own, grabbing Raven's head and making sure she took all of it in as my body spasmed in pleasure. For what felt like hours I came down her throat, ecstasy flowing through and around me as my dick shot spurt after spurt of cum down the mare's throat.

As the wave subsided, I let go, catching my breath. Raven went back to giving me a few last cleaning sucks before moving up the bed towards my face. She leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek, which somehow felt more sexual, before laying down beside me. I blinked a few times, realizing what had just happened.

Raven had sensed my anger and had given me a blowjob to distract me from it. Maybe I should get angry more often.