My Life on a Cassette Tape

Waking up the next morning was a trial in and of itself. My alarm for six in the morning went off and I was already done with the day. I wanted desperately to stay in bed, but even as I did, Spry got out of bed, setting about getting things set up for the morning, first getting a pot of coffee on. I was surprised to find both mares had had the forethought to bring a spare change of clothes, though I supposed I shouldn't be. I hadn't turned them into zombies... or had I?

Thinking over it all, I realized how many things had gone awry. I looked at the tape player on the nightstand, and part of me wanted to curse it, but another part wanted me to kiss it for what it had done. I finally sat up, realizing absentmindedly that I hadn't changed before falling asleep. I sighed, not truly caring.

"Cresh?" Spry asked, kneeling in front of me in a loose fitting night gown that I hadn't notice her change into. I had to suppose she had done that after my tears had ended with me falling into what had been the least restful sleep I had had in a while. It struck me odd, furthermore, that she used my nickname. That was, until I remembered my short text chat with Berry the evening before. I had corrected her calling me 'Master' with calling me 'Cresh' like Double always had. I needed to make sure that they didn't think 'Cresh' was a kinky word for Master.

"My name is Crescendo." I said flatly. My emotions were still a haze that didn't settle into any particular form. I felt terrible, but I also felt nothing. I was present, but I still felt empty.

"Alright," Spry nodded, "Cressie, are you alright?" I blinked. Was I alright? Even I wasn't sure of that.

"Kid, I'm not sure how much you recall, but you were all tears and sobs before you dozed off." Berry said, as if I could forget last night, but then again, it was valid. I looked to the mare and found her in a rather skimpy set of black lingerie, aggravatingly sexy at its finest. "You fell asleep some time after ten, but that was only after you cried for two and a half hours."

"To say we're concerned for you is an understatement." Spry injected. "Cressie, if you don't talk to us, we can't help you." She said, a pleading look in her eyes that let me feel again. And I felt the sadness in me come out in a smooth, almost relaxing mixture with relief and happiness. As tears once again flowed, I slowly blubbered out my pain.

"My mom is dying. She has been for a while." I said between sobs. "We're moving here because the doctors said she needed a change in climate. But even that is just to prolong it." I fell forward, hugging Spry deeply, as my tears continued to flow, now tickling onto her. "I don't want to lose her!" I wailed in a muffled tone into her shoulder. She rubbed my back, murmuring comforting things to me.

This felt almost more wrong than what we did the day before. That was bad because it was a mare I barely knew that I was fucking without having given her much of a chance to make her own decision. I had even had been so greedy as to steal her from her colt friends, her 'colt toys' as she called them. And why? Because I was scared of what they'd do. I was scared of what she'd do. I was scared, and so I stole her voice in the matter. And now I cried into her shoulder as she tenderly comforted me. If I had eaten any time after the diner, I would've retched it up. I was disgusting.

A gentle hand placed itself on my head, and I realized Berry was kneeling behind Spry now, looking caringly, and yet seriously, into my eyes. "Kid, we are here for you. And based on last night I think you know this - but just in case - we are good for more than just fucking - though I do enjoy it. Speaking of." I winced, knowing this was going to go somewhere I didn't want it to. "We need to take a shower." I was caught by surprise that she had said something so sensible after her previous statement. "We should go in there and wash off together. It'll be a sure fire way to cheer you up." And there it was.

"I enslaved you." I muttered, my self loathing flowing free as I forced myself to explain. I would tell them, they would hate me, I would set them free, and we'd all go back to our own ways. "I used an artifact and I enslaved you!" I sobbed, pushing through the pain, knowing in my heart that I was about to lose these two forever.

"Yup, and I couldn't be happier." I looked up at Berry in shock.

"Same here honestly." Spry said in a softer tone. "Though I doubt it's for the same reasons." She said with a smirk towards Berry. Turning back to me, she smiled softly. "Cressie... before you enslaved me, I was just treading water." I looked away from the mare, shame flowing through me despite her words. She sighed lightly, and lifted my chin with a finger to let our eyes meet. "I had seven colt toys because each of them wasn't what I wanted, but the seven of them together were pretty decent; but you? You're amazing. And I don't just mean the sex." I paused at this, my brain working furiously to make sense of it all.

"Honestly, I would've likely cut them free even if you hadn't said to, I just wanted to know what you wanted." She continued, her hands rubbing my shoulders. "Cressie, you are caring, compassionate, and you have shown yourself able to see us more than just another conquest or some holes on legs."

"Now that's my kind of hot!" Berry interjected, gaining a glare from Spry, obviously not what the white mare had wanted, before she turned back to me to finished.

"When you felt like you did last night, you could've asked for us to fuck and suck you all night - trying to chase away the pain with sheer lust - and neither of us would've complained. Shoot, I was expecting it! Instead of that, you wanted to cuddle. Cressie, you might've enslaved us, but if there's a pony who would've been better to us, I've yet to meet them." Berry snorted.

"Yup, different reasons." Berry confirmed, a devilish smirk on her lips.

"Well then, Berry, care to expound on why you are alright with having been magically enslaved?" Spry asked, a wry smirk on her face.

"Simple: the kid's a good fuck." Berry pointed out. "That and he can keep going for, quite frankly, an absurd amount of time. I think I tired out before you were nearing half done." Berry was less right than she might've thought, but that was more because she underestimated my artifact enhanced tank. "Kid, like Spry said, you are a good egg. Honestly if I had felt as rotten as you likely did and do; I would've brought out whips, chains, and ball gags - not comfy cozy cuddle time. So before you go thinking about turning either of us free or some other Scheiße like that, do do that thing where you think about us more than another pony in your place would, and let us stay. If not because you like fucking, then because we are here asking you - making a choice to confirm your actions."

I blinked, not sure entirely how to feel. Both of the mares I felt so guilty for having taken advantage of were not only alright with it, but wanted it. Was this the tape player's doing, or had this been an honest feeling from before that? I knew that for Berry it was likely how she felt since before she met me, simply because she had shown signs of a kink ridden existence before her enslavement, and she would've likely gotten herself a slave or would've been enslaved herself without my intervention; but Spry... I couldn't be sure. She seemed to just want to play with ponies, not let them control her mind; and yet when it came down to it, she fucked like an animal, begged for more, and generally seemed willing to go along with things outside her normality just for the sexy fun of it. But none of that mattered now, I supposed, because in their current states they wanted nothing more than to continue being my slaves, not going on acting like the free ponies they weren't anymore since the recording interfered.

"Alright." I said. "I'll keep the two of you." I said finally, feeling as though I was both admitting defeat and winning the sweetest prize of all. 'Conflicted' was a word that had started to wear thin in my case.

"Good, 'cause if you hadn't, I would've had to figure out how to get you a case of Stockholm syndrome." Berry said, a flash of her wild side showing, though that was likely all her sides if I was honest. "So how about that shower?" I sighed, and then slowly nodded. Either I was stuck with these mares, or they were stuck with me, but either way, I felt a lot less wretched about the situation.

Hopping into the shower, we found the situation surprisingly better than anticipated. Fortunately for our particular brand of morning depravity, the shower seemed almost designed for it, being of a larger construction, with multiple shower heads positioned in different areas of the shower, pointing at different angles. I wasn't sure what we were really going to do, and honestly, I still wasn't too stoked to partake. Berry, like yesterday, took the lead initially, but shortly, Spry took the role from her, seeing me in the state I was in. I wasn't exactly in 'butt fucking in the shower' mode.

Berry and Spry, in all their naked, and now wet, glory lathered themselves in soap, and then scrubbed me down with their bodies. At first, to my surprise, my dick was on the side of the overarching mood I was holding, but it couldn't last long as Berry jiggled her jugs in my crotchular region to achieve a 'thorough cleaning'. Once my southern partner was awake, Berry stood up and looked me in the eye.

"You've got a choice, mister." Her tone almost sounded like what a mother would use, but only a porn stepmom would act like her, and even then they might be a tad more conservative - if that was possible. "You are either getting a titjob and risking the chance of getting soap down the dick, or you can fuck my ass where there is no soap. What's it gonna be?" I sighed once more. I whirled my finger in a circle in the air as Spry rubbed my leg with her magnificent boobs. Berry smirked, turned about, planted her hands on the shower's wall, and spread her legs slowly, keeping a good grip on the lightly textured shower tiles.

It was only my second time doing this, and now that I was in a more down mood, even though it was slightly elevated by the general sexiness that was the scenario about me, this was a tad more awkward as I lined up for entry. That was, up to the point I pushed in. At that point, the feeling of her insides made me gasp. It felt somehow better than I recalled. I began to fuck her in earnest as Spry rubbed me with her tits, occasionally stopping to walk beside Berry to apply more on her tits before rubbing it into a bubbly curtain in what appeared almost like the sexiest reverse strip tease as the bubbles slowly obscured the view of her body, though she did stay away from her southern border.

It took me a little bit, probably because it was the first fuck of the day after the previous day of incessant fucking, but after a while, I orgasmed, and apparently sent Berry over the edge too by her cries. Pulling out, leaving a small strand of cum between my dick and her ass that was quickly swept away in the torrent of water from the shower, I felt almost disappointed that the situation around us wouldn't allow for sexy cum eating. Then I kneeled before her, spread her cheeks, and gave it a try myself.

Berry was taken aback by this, not sure how to react to her Master eating our her ass, not to mention how green I was at it. She even coached me through it, giving me pointers as I ate my own cum from her ass. As I did, I felt Spry sucking my dick. I continued working at it, finding it a struggle to finish after I came in Spry's mouth, but beyond that, according to Berry,

"For somepony who has never eaten ass, that wasn't half bad. If you practice a tad bit, you might even get good at it." I nodded slowly as I stood up, putting at hand on a shoulder of each mare, before suddenly pushing them against the wall. Spry looked a tad shocked, but Berry just looked excited. Leaning forward, I then pinned them with my body weight, which likely could've been lifted away with ease, I lowered my hands to tend to my work.

Eating ass, I had never done; fucking ass or pussies, I had never done; but when it came to getting a girl off, I had some experience, as my two slaves now found as my fingers, lithe from the two years of piano I had taken in high school alongside my violin course.

My fingers danced across their skin, tracing a slow spiral from a nipple lower and lower down the stomach before running down and back up a thigh before switching thighs. Every thigh switch brought me closer and closer, and just as I was about to touch them where it counted, my hands left them entirely. Berry whimpered in bliss, while Spry seemed contented with what she had received. With a swift movement, I drove my fingers it and played them like a pair of fiddles; truly, my years of violin lessons came in use every so often.

After a few minutes of toying with them, I pressed, and quickly brought them over the edge. As they screamed out in orgasm, my hands flashed up and gave them a taste of their own juices. Berry, as I could've predicted, sucked on my fingers, going so far as to grab my forearm and draw it in closer. Spry, however, initially recoiled from the unexpected move, but slowly warmed up to it and lapped at my fingers like some sexy kitten.

Without coaxing, as Berry continued to lick and suck on my other hand, she slowly migrated her lapping up my arm, across my chest, down my stomach, and finally made it to my dick. Berry noticed, planted kisses from my arm to the base of my cock and began to work in tandem to bring me to the edge. Berry tended my balls, while Spry did her best to deep throat me, all the while the two mares tried to also grope and fondle each other.

Our fun eventually ended, mostly as time moved to half past seven and there were still things left to do to get ready for the day, including getting dressed - something I didn't think we could accomplish in a sexy way in the shower without having to redo the process later on.

"Will you be alright, Cressie?" Spry asked as the two of them headed out from the hotel room. I gave her a weary smile and nodded slowly.

"I'll manage. Thanks again for asking."

"Sure thing, Master." Berry replied before pulling the door shut in front of me. I was left there blinking at the door, before walking back to the room. I would have to get her back somehow.

Grabbing my wallet and other items from the nightstand, I found my tape recorder. Even after the soothing and sex Berry and Spry had given me, my emotional state was still a whirl of confusion, and I almost felt like throwing it across the room; but instead, sat down, and put on the headset. Breaking it wouldn't solve anything, and though it had its share of liabilities, it was of far more use in my estimation that the benefit gained from destroying it. I sat like that for a while, my mind full, and yet empty, of thoughts. I closed my eyes, unsure what I should do, knowing that I should do something. Picking up the mic, I felt energy surge through me, a sudden purpose filling me as the caring actions and reassurances the mares had given me, for what they were worth from magically controlled mares, came back to me. I knew what I had to do.

"Once reaching their appointment, it was found that the young stallion's mother was completely free from-" A sudden furious knocking came to my door. Turning I went to open the door, and found my father, who grabbed me, falling into me in tears. I hesitated, not sure what to make of this, before realizing the recording was still going. I closed the door, not wanting any hiccups in this plan.