My Life on a Cassette Tape

I let Sweetie and Applebloom into the house's living room. Glancing at my watch I saw that it was only a tad shy of midnight. I had only been in the downstairs because I coincidentally needed something to drink at the time. Taking a load off, I motioned to the couch across from me. The mares took the seat, the look of tumultuous thoughts broiling beneath the surface evident on their features.

"So... what brings you to my door this late in the evening?" I asked, looking them over. Neither of them seemed up for the task of telling me why they were here. Then again, Sweetie seemed ready to go, she was just trying to get Applebloom to be the one to say it. I looked at the cream mare expectantly.

"A-are Berry, Peri, and Raven upstairs?" She asked weakly. I raised an eyebrow at this but shook my head all the same.

"No, they decided to stay at the Castle and help Twilight clean up and then have a sleep over. The only other ponies in this house are Double and Thyme, but they're likely asleep." She silently nodded to this before looking over to Sweetie, giving her a small nod.

Suddenly she stood up and threw off the straps of her overalls, letting them fall to the ground. Her shirt quickly followed suit, followed by her expertly taking off her socks and shoes in one go. I was a bit to surprised to do much of anything. It was obvious that she was still playing Sweetie's 'game' by the lack of any undergarments. As soon as she was naked, she stepped forward and then knelt down before me. She spread her knees apart, laying her arms with palms facing up on her thighs while lowering her head.

I was locked on this sensual display of submission that it wasn't until Sweetie knelt in much the same way beside her that I realized that she too had gotten naked. I blinked a few times, not entirely certain what to do, not sure what they wanted me to do.

"We're here to offer ourselves up as your slaves, as we agreed." Applebloom said in a small voice. I was... well, conflicted was a good place to start. For one, my baggy sweatpants did little to hide Mr. Little downstairs. On the other hand, I could already feel Applejack and Rarity preparing a rope for me. Applebloom and Sweetie had asked to be my slaves before, I had even relayed that to the Elements way back when this first came up - also happened to be when Dick Slut had made his first appearance. I wasn't sure if I should use that name to refer to him, but I had mentally divorced Dick Slut from Testing Testing.

"What brought this on?" I asked finally. This garnered the reaction I had anticipated, both mares looking up at me with quizzical looks.

"Are... are you not interested in us anymore?" Sweetie asked, confused beyond belief how a red blooded stallion was currently looking at two naked mares that were at his disposal and turning a nose up at them. I shook my head.

"No no, not at all. You two are still thoroughly sexy. It's just that it has been a bit since we last talked on this and between then and now you both really haven't reengaged in the discussion with me." I looked between the two of them. "I'm not saying I wouldn't love having you two on call or as permanent fixtures in my group of mares, not at all. I just figure that going from not talking about it to suddenly stripping in front of me probably means you have something else on your mind."

The two mares looked at each other, silently communicating with facial gestures, nods, and other nonverbals. I watched them closely, taking a quick moment to admire the sexiness that was their naked forms. They weren't Berry or Periwinkle, much more like Raven. True, Sweetie was a tad more endowed than Raven while Applebloom was far more toned than Raven - that, again, being said about a mare that could actively change her appearance. A moment later, Sweetie turned back to me, taking a deep breath as she steadied herself.

"Yes, something has pushed us a tad, I suppose." She admitted. "We've been... considering coming out as a proper couple, but... we both are concerned what will happen to us when this become real." I nodded slowly, trying to take this in and parse it out. "We figure it would be much easier if we became your slaves. That way we'd be together as yours and wouldn't have to worry about if we'd stay together through it."

"We wanna be yours, and we wanna be together." Applebloom confirmed. "It makes the most sense to both be yours so we'd be together and yours all at once." Dots connected as I looked at them.

"You're afraid of drifting apart after becoming an official item. You also see that I can keep you together as 'slave sisters', as one of my mares has put it, and so avoid the problem altogether." I observed. They slowly nodded, as if wondering where I'd go from this.

"Lucky for you, I like pussy and ass!" Was not an altogether unlikely answer at this point. I could just let myself just have these mares, but that wasn't my style. I liked these mares, not as much as I could say I loved my mares. I hadn't gotten there with them yet - and I wasn't sure if I would. Most ponies only got struck by true love once in a lifetime, I had somehow gotten nailed three times over. Was I lucky enough to get struck twice more? Technically the recorder could make that uncertainty very much a certainty, but I didn't want to have artificially instilled emotions towards any of my mares.

"Look," I began, leaning forward - both to be a serious figure and to hide my boner, "I'll be straight with both of you." Berry was laughing somewhere. "I think what you're going through at this point isn't you wanting to be my slaves and with each other in a happy coincidence of circumstances. I think both of you truly love one another and want to be together, but are too scared that if you try that you'll fail. I think that honestly that even if I couldn't fulfill Applebloom's fetish that you'd heavily consider this option.

"Now, I wouldn't mind having two more beautiful mares at my beck and call, but I want to make sure I'm not just an easy solution to another problem. The decision to become slaves needs to be one made because you want to be my slaves and no other reason." I took a deep breath, trying to think hard to get just the right words. "To be honest. If both of you are willing to be sex slaves so that you can't fall apart... I'd say I have it on good authority that you aren't about to fall apart at the drop of a hat - or an announcement in this case."

They looked at each other, considering this for a moment, no pony saying anything. I leaned back, letting out a sigh. That went about as well as I could hope. Issue resolved, problem dodged with elegance and grace with a dash of thoroughly good intentions. That was a win.

"Can we still be slaves though?" Applebloom asked. It was good I had already drank my cup of water. I doubted either mare wanted to get sprayed. Then again, that last statement taken into consideration, that appraisal might've been a bit more than shaky.

"I mean, it is fairly true that this wasn't exactly a coincidence of circumstance, but even so... my Bloomie still has her needs." Sweetie said with a smile. "And seeing her happy makes me happy. Same with being horny."

"I..." I searched for any reason why I shouldn't take them on. Ethical concerns were less and less a concern in this instance. "I'll have to have you ask my mares before it becomes official, and then if they agree we'll have to draft up a script for each of you." The two mares broke into wide smiles before jumping me, hugging me deeply, the force of the collision enough to send the chair toppling backwards.

I was eminently grateful for how thick the walls were in this house as the mares let their devotion to any arrangement well know.

The next morning, I walked into the Carousel Boutique. The store was strange empty, though I could hear the whirring, thumping, hum of a sewing machine going full force at a project. I looked around the show floor for a few minutes, checking over the area before finally making my way to where I heard the machine. With a hesitant hand, I knocked on the closed door that hid the machine.

The sound of the machine stopped all at once. A few seconds, not hearing any sounds from inside, I knocked again. I hated being a persistent bugger, but sometimes I just had to pull up my britches and go for it. My efforts were given a response as the sounds of movement from inside began. Taking a step back, not sure if the door opened out, I waited.

The door opened in, Rarity peaking out from behind the door with a somewhat disheveled look about her - odd considering how prim and proper, and generally well put together, I had known her to be. Her hair was in the general shape it usually was, though it wasn't combed or brushed, and her eyes had bags under them.

"Yes, darling?" Rarity said from behind the door.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, Rarity." I said, taking a step closer. "I was just wandering if I could get measured for a suit. My cousin's wedding is in a bit under a month and I'd like to at least have the measuring done so that style can get sorted out when we need to have it." Rarity looked at me, giving a few blinks as if processing something else before giving me a wide smile, stepping out from the door - closing it quickly behind her.

"Of course, darling, I'd be happy to help. Please, come right over here and I'll have you taken care of in just a moment." I nodded, not sure what to make of her demeanor, but without much reason to believe anything beyond a long night of work was the cause. Stepping onto the platform, I watched as Rarity, roll of measuring tape in her hands and notepad in her magical aura, approached - already jotting some things down. "Will you also want a vest and pants with the suit? I'm certain you'd look quite nice in full regalia."

"Well... I'm not sure what the style is going to be... though I suppose that it wouldn't hurt if you took the measurements for those pieces in case we do end up needing them." I said, trying to think ahead. I had some plans of my own, but I really did need to run a few things by Dubs. A few big things.

This whole process was going to be a tad bit of a kerfuffle for sure.