My Life on a Cassette Tape

"And that's our plan?" Double asked, looking over the papers with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not complaining, but it certainly seems... well, I don't want to call it slipshod but..."

"It's a tad rough around the edges." I admitted, looking it over. "The main problem is, as you've said, we lack a good amount of intelligence on them. Heck, we're guessing they're still at Twilight's castle. If they aren't there we have to work on figuring our where they actually are. There are also the problems of knowing what powers they have at their disposal. It could be they got some convoluted power system that grants them nigh to limitless power if they pull off a complicated ritual or a series of smaller powers that just need a quick thought to activate."

"Knowing the Emperor," Brass started, "which I honestly can't say I do very well - the guy loved his shaded corners and imposing hoods - but knowing him as much as I do, he's gonna have a combination of complicated and simplistic powers." She looked at each of us, fixing us with a serious stare. "He's been around for a long while, the Empire started somewhere around fifty years ago with a major power restructuring around twenty years ago. If it is still the same Emperor, which is likely since little has changed in administrative policy, he's gotta at least be in his sixties if not later. He's had time to figure out these artifacts, in fact he's the one that passes them out.

"Considering that, and considering the fact he teaches each of us in the specific artifact's use, he likely has had a good bit of time to figure out how to synergize them more effectively than anypony could imagine." Adding 'synergize' to my list of reasons to doubt Brass. "We're not up against amateurs, this is the big leagues. We're going in against a true pro, somebody who might not be a spring chicken, but certainly makes up for it in his ability to use his artifacts in ways we couldn't imagine."

"Is he as perverted as the seeming majority of his barons?" Twilight asked with a playful smirk. "If so, we just need to line up you, Berry, maybe Periwinkle, and a few more exhibitionists, ask you all to get topless, and then give the Emperor a heart attack from the sudden change in blood pressure." It was... certainly a humorous image, despite the whole 'cause an old geezer to lose by making him have a freaking heart attack' part.

"As splendid as that might be as far as simplicity's sake might carry you - that hold line of thought is underscored with a huge 'Unknown'." Brass returned. "I never once saw him with a mare or stallion around his cock - if the old fogey can even still get it up - not to mention he never was susceptible to those barons who tried to use their particular wiles on him. He might just have no interest in sex and the like, but I wouldn't be surprised if he had something of a perverted bone in him. My initiation into the Empire was fairly... intense."

"H-how so?" I said, surprised at how cautious I felt towards broaching that subject. It didn't have that particular memory in my collection, not even Gunther's version, but I had enough memories that made allusions towards it that I had a vague shadow of unexplained dread towards it.

"Well..." Brass halted for a second, gathering her courage before she continued on. "You had to prove to the Emperor and the Empire at large you had faith that the artifacts, applied correctly, held more power than anything else in this land - except of course for the Emperor himself. Several ponies a year would do death defying stunts to try and prove their faith. A lot of one off stunt acts are actually ponies wanting in to the Empire - though others are just ponies trying something fun - not every juggling tightrope walker is a slave to the Empire.

Anyway, you don't get to choose what you do. It's part of what proves you trust the artifacts. You have to allow yourself into whatever scenario they want for you; you either submit to the test of faith or get outright rejected and have all memories tied to the Empire removed from your skull." She shuddered at that, a few of the memories she was likely missing flashing up in my head at that point. A variety of ponies all having an essence of memory forcibly extracted from their heads each showed up in my mind's eye in response to her words. "I... well... my test was administered by somepony apparently very perverted.

"I don't know who they were, they always take that much to make sure you can't go seeking grudges, but whoever they were looked at me and had one thing for me to do to prove that I was fully able to place faith that if I should fall, the artifacts would catch me. That's really all these tests were: glorified trust falls. My orders were simple, and yet... well... I get a feeling that a lot of ponies in the Empire have good reason to be massive perverts if they had an inch of what I had, if for no other reason than sticking it to their old handlers... a continuation of a destructive cycle.

"I was told to strip... and then to walk outside the Emperor's compound... at noon. The street was bustling, filled with ponies who... who didn't even notice. But I noticed. The worst part was... I had to walk all the way from the Emperor's compound all the way to the outskirts of the city... and get used. No pony knew I was naked, or knew what I was doing... but each time somepony bumped into me or stopped me, I'd turn my ass towards them... and they'd fuck me. Sometimes I'd get a dick, other times I'd get eaten out, but each time I was right there... in the middle of the street, and I had to trust the artifact wouldn't fail... because if the veil lifted a small tad, I'd be fucked far worse than I would get from any of the stallions along the way.

"My... my trial didn't exactly end at the outskirts either... The outskirts were just where the particular train station my handler wanted me at was. Arriving at the station, my handler ordered me on. The second phase was that I had to service everypony in the train... regardless of who they were. I..." The dams broke, and at that moment, Brass - the confident military pony broke into tears. Judging by the fact she had managed to become an Inquisitor, I could only assume each pony on that train left feeling a type of good they weren't able to explain because of the artifact's influence.

"I..." She struggled after a few moment in tears, despite Button's soft protests against her self imposed torture. "I made it off the train... I felt spent, filthy, horrid, and worst of all... no pony payed me any mind. I almost wished they hadn't acted as if I was just tidying up their carriage when they got blown or eaten out. Even a few sneaky looks would've made it somewhat better... a tad more natural.

"Once... once we arrived at the train's destination, I... I was directed by my handler towards the town square, still covered in all the spunk I couldn't drink. He led me to the stocks, and I knew what came next." She shuddered once more. "Locked in, everypony then saw me as naked as I was... and they all wanted me. It was like getting a 'Want It, Need It' spell cast on me. Everypony flocked around me and used me... my tits, my ass, my pussy, my mouth... one even tried his luck on my ear." She stopped, and for a moment I wasn't sure if she'd stop there. She already looked spent, horrendously so, but instead she just took a breath and moved on. "By that evening, I was release from the stocks and then led back on the train.

"I fully expected to have my handler order me to tend to all the ponies on it once more, but this time... this time he had me go inside a carriage and wait. So I did... and then... then my parents walked in." We all stared at her, mouths agape in disbelieving shock. This... this was beyond the pale. Whoever this handler of hers had been certainly had wanted to be thorough; but adding on the fact that she faced her own parents?! That was just... that was somehow a line none of us had expected to be crossed. "They... they didn't notice either. They chatted like everything was fine and normal... and then my handler walked in. I was afraid he might let them notice, might let them see me... their own daughter covered only in spunk. In the end, he didn't even let them see that he was there. He... he then ordered me..."

"That's enough, Brass, no more." Button said, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his chair with a gigantic hug. "No more... just... let it die... let that past die and move past it - no more."

"Bu-" Brass tried, only to be cut off with a passionate kiss from Button. He was reminding me a lot of Raven for several reasons. He truly cared for his slave, enough to stop her self destructive story. I didn't really want to know what depraved act her old handler had planned for her when her parents had joined her, but simply sitting it the cart with their spunked up daughter was enough pain, but certainly not enough for them. They really did want to test if you believed the artifacts were strong enough to keep you safe.

Something she might not have picked up on from her own story, though, that I was more than fully aware of, was the amount of power this one pony was displaying. Even if it was a multiplicity of ponies that had coordinated the use of their artifacts to one end... I could only imagine how much power was behind them. I... I did happen to have a roughly equivalent amount of power at my disposal in all honesty, at least so it appeared. I was more than a little concerned that one wrong order might cause the entire set up to come crashing down, but I wasn't about to not help. We were in big trouble, that much was for sure, and I didn't like it, not one bit.

Bringing my attention back to the two lovebirds, their kiss had progressed to light groping, rubbing, stroking, and barely restrained throaty moans. It was cute seeing them get along, I had to admit. I barely noticed a thin whisper from somewhere down the hall, almost like a song, though it was likely just in my head. I did, however, easily noticed at this point that I was getting a boner from watching these two go at it as fervently as they did. Maybe cute was the wrong word then.

I leaned back in my chair, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my already hard dick, giving it a few good pumps as I watched. Looking over to Double, he sat their, watching happily as he rubbed at his dick through his pants. I smiled, it was good to see everyone so happy.

"Oh my!" Twilight's voice brought me out of my thoughts as I looked to her. She was looking at her fingers which glistened in the light of the room. The source of the glistening was likely the same that made her panties - now visible with the sundering of her skirt - a tad bit darker towards the front end. She looked up, coincidentally looking at me, at which point our eyes met. Something of a bolt of electricity shot between us - a shared moment of inexplicable lust gripping us somewhere deeper than the heart as we were pulled together.

Twilight was the first to move, rising from her chair to ungracefully take a few steps only to sink to her knees in front of the sofa, liking her lips in a primal hunger. I adjusted my position on the couch, giving her full access, my own hunger gripping my senses as everything we did suddenly made a lot more sense to me. It was so much easier just to fuck, suck, and be sucked. It was... simple.

The Princess of Friendship lowered her head, pulling back her hair, as her lips formed a whorish circle around my dick. Her technique was slow and methodical, taking deliberate efforts to tease me in all the right spots as she worked lower and lower with each bob of the head. I gave a low groan, feeling splendid as she made it abundantly clear she wanted to sate my lust and her thirst in one go.

Lower and lower she went, leaving me to do nothing but bask in pleasure as her tongue swirled around my shaft. Each lick immensely pleasurable, each slow movement punctuated by a swift one - each giving to the whole experience like an ensemble granting their own beauty to an erotic orchestra. I grabbed her horn, uncertain what exactly what I was doing would even have an effect, as I began to slide my fingers across its ridged surface. Her eyes, which had been staring at me, rolled back and flutter in a half-lidded expression of bliss at a new sensation.

One of her hands moved lower, cradling my balls, treating them with all the kindness in the world, while the sounds of schlicking told me where the other had gotten off to. It was bliss, the feeling of her mouth on my cock, her hand on my balls, and even beyond that, the feeling of my hand on her horn as it moved gently back and forth across its length. Well, I aimed for 'gently', but Twilight's ministrations on me made my efforts more of a collection of sporadic movements with a vague semblance of rhythm.

I looked down at her, bringing my eyes back from their pleasured wandering across the ceiling just in time to watch as Twilight drew back, only to lower herself like a bolt of lightning, deep throating me all in one instant, my dick's head prodding past into her throat proper as her tongue swirled around and around, touching up my sack with its darting motions. In the throws of my pleasure, I threw my head back, giving a groan while my hand, still latched onto her horn, simultaneously kept her down while my thumb and forefinger swirled around the rounded tip. The feeling of her own moan around my dick drove me only to new heights as we both basked for a second before continuing. Just because we were enjoying ourselves didn't mean we had to do it quickly.

Twilight raised her head back finally, but only just enough that I was no longer in her throat, at which point she took a deep breath through her nose, drawing in my musk, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her before she dove back down, pressing her nose against my crotch as she swirled her tongue around and around, licking every inch of my dick. In a moment of pure genius, or possibly reckless abandon, her hand lifted slightly, and she sucked in both of my balls into her mouth. I gave a grunt of appreciation, returning in kind by trying something a tad more complex, doing my best to imitate her tongue technique with my fingers, though I felt I was failing.

For several seconds she stayed down, licking both my balls and my dick, savoring both the taste and the lingering scent she had just drawn in. Finally she returned for air, lifting her head up slightly, at which point something that should've been obvious earlier, though I had missed somewhere in the fog of our shared lust and passion. Her head bobbing now slower, but all the more pleasurable, up and down my shaft made it so the part of her I stroked was a good few inches higher than my dick. I was a red blooded, self respecting stallion - you bet I had tried to suck my own dick - I had a cast at one point to show for it got. Now there was a phallic appendage attached to a mare that was a good few inches higher than my own forbidden prize.

I released Twilight's horn from my grasp, gaining a whine from her, only to have that replaced with a surprised grunt as I did my best gymnast impression, and bent forward, finding it actually decently easy to take her horn in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it's point, and then, using my blowjob experiences, I slowly lowered my head while she raised hers from my crotch, letting my tongue explore all the delightful hills and valleys in her horn. I didn't exactly get anything of a taste - nothing truly distinct at least - but the pleasure from my own dick and balls getting sucked certainly helped ingrain in my brain how good this felt.

Giving a throaty moan, I tried to up my ante, Reaching out my hands as I lowered my head, and in a moment of luck, I found what I was searching for, guided by the hands of the very pony I was trying to stimulate. My fingers found her breasts uncovered, raised helpfully by her now unoccupied hands, her shirt bunched up around her neck. I pinched and lightly twisted her nipples, gaining another groan around my dick, but this time I felt it. I was close.

Focusing my efforts, I took a few extra moment to catch my breath, and then dove down, pressing Twilight into my crotch as I did. I did my best and managed not to hurl as my gag reflex was tested as I deep throated the FUCKING MAGICAL PRINCESS OF FRIENDSHIP AND BLOWJOBS' CELESTIA BLESSED HORN. She swirled her tongue and I swirled mine, both of us fighting to bring the other over the brink. My hands against found her breasts and tweaked the nipples, sending her over the edge - though with her last screaming moan into my crotch, my limit was reached.

We both screamed our pleasure into the other pony, riding our shared orgasm as I pumped my load into Twilight, both of us flying happily over our edges of pleasure. Suddenly, I felt something almost cold and gooey flowing into my mouth. I didn't dare draw back, doing my best to meet Twilight at her level of commitment as she swallowed spurt after spurt of my cum. I wasn't practiced at all, so a lot of it dribbled out, feeling tingly all the way down, both inside and out.

Eventually our orgasms ended, and we slumped our separate ways, taking deep breaths in after such an intense experience. Blinking a few times, I wiped a hand across my cheek, looking at the purple, sparkling goo that adorned the back of my hand with interest. I gave it a lick in curiosity, most of the rest of it having escaped out of my mouth or down my throat. It... didn't taste at all. It was almost disappointing.

Looking to Twilight, I smiled. I was glad we were sufficiently past our drama that we could bond like this. Looking up, I watched as Button pounded into Brass' rear, filling the room with the grunts and screams of their ecstasy. When they had moved away from kisses and groping, I didn't know, but by the look of things they were nearing the end of round two. Not everypony wanted to savor each individual orgasm apparently - then again multiple weren't bad by any stretch either. It was a good night, I had to admit.