“You’re rather blunt, reminds me of my roommate. Well, I did order some custom equipment to use on her but perhaps you’d like to be my guinea pig and test it out?”

“Sure thing!” You beckon her towards the door and together you leave the bar. It doesn’t take long to reach her house, with no sign of her roommate.

Octavia notices you looking around. “She works at night, and won’t be back until morning. Follow me.”

She heads down the stairs into their basement and you see a rather pristine and cozy looking den. There are velvet sheets on a large bed, rich purple drapes, and ornate wood dressers. This would appear to be a rather elaborate sex dungeon.

Octavia gestures towards a cello that’s had modifications made to it. At the top of the neck are two straps. The bridge was removed and the inside of the cello is hollow. The strings run through grooves into the back of the cello, and come up again at the foot of the cello.

Inside the instrument are more straps. “What do I do?” You look at the odd contraption, realizing she might have taken you quite literally at the bar.

“Oh, just sit down in it and I’ll show you.”

Nodding, you climb into the cello.

“Now, lean back and raise your forelegs.”

You lean back and reach upward, giving Octavia the opportunity to strap your forelegs in. “Oh, kinky.”

“That’s just the start.” She slides a hoof between your legs to rub against your marehood. “Oh, damp already?”

She fastens your hind legs in with straps and then runs two straps across your chest and stomach. Once you’re fastened in, she starts to adjust something that pushes against you just above your tail. It forces your pelvis out, and you realize she’s fully exposed your pussy.

Octavia pulls out a long ebony cello bow. “I think you’ll like this next part.” She lifts up the cello, balancing you in the air as if you were always a part of the instrument.

She pulls the bow across the lips of your pussy, the friction triggering the custom-made smooth plastic bow to vibrate. She begins to saw back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through your labia.

“Celestia, that feels good.” You strain your neck to see between your legs, where several cello strings are also vibrating and making a soothing chord.

Octavia changes the angle of the cello bow and slides it easily into your damp cunt. It vibrates harder as she thrusts it in and out, and your moaning fills the air. Octavia is playing a song made entirely of your sounds of enjoyment.

Finally, you feel her twist the bow and draw the vibrating strings across your clit. For several seconds it slides across the sensitive nub, until you scream in delight. You feel your arousal spray out of your snatch across the straps holding you inside the cello.

After several minutes of panting you’ve recovered from the orgasms, and Octavia lets you go. “Well, it looks like my new toy works perfectly.”

Author's Note

The End

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