Play me Like a Instrument

I hated my voice.

The reproach for my very means of societal communication is rather new in retrospective. I was never truly a fan of my vocal talents, otherwise I may have become a singer. But for the past three years, I’ve tried hard to keep my voice subdued, and my accent controlled.

Why? Because voices are another means of representing who somepony is. You can hear it, their history, their emotions, outlooks, disposition, general attitude. It was all there to be heard, or atleast I could hear it. And I did not make for a pleasant sound.

I was a Trottingham born earth pony, raised in the elites of music in Canterlot. I was rich, considered a prodigy, and praised to bring about a musical revolution in my coming years. But I was aloof, and held disdain for almost every pony I met. I was a musician, so I communicated my emotions via string and song, but every other pony simply had their mouths, which they used to lie, cheat, and harm others. I believed myself better than everyone else, becoming a cruel, spoiled little brat. I alienated everyone who came in contact with me, off the assumption that they could not compare to me, and therefore, weren’t worth my time.

Lyra and BonBon changed my outlook a simple three years back. They showed me that I wasn't truly listening to anyone else at all.

I made a vow to change, and with it, my voice took on subtle differences, but most of them due to conscious efforts. My old voice was stained with bitterness, arrogance, and selfish cruelty. I tried my hardest to bury that sound, but it always came back whenever I got mad, maybe because back then, I was always angry.

It was yet another reason for my resentment towards Vinyl, the mare seemed dedicated to unearthing and enjoying that old voice, much to my chagrin. It made the talk with her all the more harder.

Well… In all honesty, we ‘talked’ the same way two disgruntled minotaurs ‘talked’ about their personal disputes. The threat of violence hanged heavy in the air, at least from me. Vinyl seemed to be enjoying watching me flounder for some topic of discussion that she was uncomfortable with.

I had chosen to remain wrapped in my towel, and Vinyl had done a extraordinary job at reminding me just how near naked I was. When she wasn't talking, she was shooting dirty leers at my body, reminding me of my ‘assets’. While I was certainly not fat, I had a rather burdening pair of H-cup breasts, and wide hips to match. I used to get plenty of stares, before I started staring back, and being known to swing my cello around when angered.

Sure, I was called ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’, both mares and stallions to this day tried to win my affections. But I was focused on my musical pursuits, and knew that I was not one to settle for any pony that wasn't of the highest character. So basicly somepony who could stop ogling my breasts. Frankly, they only got in my way, and made the cello all that much harder to play. Not that Vinyl cared, she would use it as just another means to get on my nerves as she always did.

“-and that’s how I learned the secret to pocket dimensions from Pinkie Pie.” Vinyl said.

“I swear, you just made all of that up to give me a headache.”

“Maybe, maybe not. If you saw her work in person, you would be more willing to believe.”

“Speaking of unbelievable, where in all of Equestria did you get a cerberus?”

“Oh, Spot? He isn't mine; he belongs to another one of the students, shy mare, pink hair, doesn't talk much. He’ll find his way back on his own.” She leaned in and wiggled her eyebrows. “She’s quite the looker, I bet you would like her. She’s also got a pretty voice. Your moans together would make an awesome sound.”

I rolled my eyes, but stopped short of a groan. “Honestly, what is with you and your constant referral to sexual acts, and I mean besides the fact that it ‘pisses me off.’ Are you seriously so prone to hold such thoughts?”

“Like you’d want to know, miss prissy and posh.”

That was strange, the laugh in her voice wasn't as heartfelt as normal, I decided to push a bit.

“I don’t think I will have the state of mind to discuss it with you at a later date, you might as well tell me now.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why do you? You’re the one who is suppose to, and I quote, ‘not give a flying flank.’” I quipped.

“And you're the one who’s suppose to be too ‘prim and proper’ to even talk about this kind of stuff.”

“Doesn't seem to bother you from practically feeling me up and catcalling me like a young colt lacking manners. Stop stalling and talk for Celestia’s sake, otherwise I’m sending you the bill for my premium uniform, pride be damned.”

She flinched. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh I’d dare, I can swallow my pride, as long as it means you have to empty your wallet for your previous hijinks.”

“That’s a low blow, Tavi.” She said, for once not amused.

“I guess I’m starting to play with your toolset then,” I smiled, happy for my first little victory. “And stop referring to me as ‘Tavi’. Now discuss.”

Then she did something I would have never seen coming. She scoffed. Scoffed! As if she was about to explain something to a small child who would be too ignorant to possibly understand.

“Being a high and mighty ‘Canterlot elite’ type like yourself, you wouldn't understand what it means to bring joy and accept others, but I’ll try my best to explain it to you.” She said condescendingly.

My smile became very strained. “I’m listening.”

“It’s like this, Tavi,” She accentuated my name, clearly making a jab at me before evening out her tone. “Sexuality is about openness and honesty. You have to accept who you are as a pony, and who other ponies are as themselves. Sex is natural, and a beautiful thing when done between ponies who actually give a flank about one another.” She perked up in her seat, trying to focus on create fitting words to express herself with.

“It’s like… It’s like…. Music! Yeah, specially music in a band or something. You can't just go off and do your own thing without thinking about everyone else. It’s when everyone works together that you get something really awesome.” She smiled, pleased with herself that she seemed to express her ideals. That smile died moments after when my laughter started.

“And just what's so funny?” she snapped, angry at me for the first time in ages.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry. Thats the most juvenile, filly-school promotion for sexual openness I’ve ever heard.”

I could tell she felt true conviction and passion behind her words, but that didn't make them any less ill spoken, and my continued laughing made her even angrier. I was starting to see why Vinyl prodded me so much, It was truly entertaining to see her white face go bright red.

“And just what would you know?” She shouted back. “Your a total prude! I doubt you even know what hole to put where.”

I composed myself, finally having the upperhand for once. “I am not as prudish as you would like to believe, I simply know restraint. I plan to wait for a mare worthy of my attention, a mare of true quality and elegance.” I closed my eyes, and was swept away in a fantasy I have long held.

“It would be a romantic candle lit night, after dining on a succulent dinner, just the two of us. We would retire to somewhere more personal, where we would let the night play out as we danced, slowly shifting too-” I failed to finish my recounting, due to Vinyl’s laughter cutting in mid way.

“I bet that dream chick of yours would be as boring a lay as any other of you Canterflop trolls.” She laughed.

“Trottingham born, and Canterlot raised. And I am sure they would have much more mastery over the finer points of lovemaking than any other brute like you.”

“Pft, yeah sure. No better bed partner than some uptight stiff who only knows one position.”

“Why, I’ll have you know-”

“That you know nothing about nada.”

“Alright then, what are your experiences?” I snarled back, tired of her attitude, when suddenly it changed.

“Erm...what?” She stammered

“Yes, tell me your exploits, what merits have you earned that grant you such a position of authority? Can you recall them to me?”

“You don’t want to hear about that.” She said, I could almost see her eyes shifting behind her shades.

“No please, enlighten me Vinyl Scratch, free me from the burden of my naivety. I give you full permission to destroy the innocence that you so feverishly proclaim that I have.” I challenged.

“Well...alright. I mean, there was this one time…. At this one party…” She mumbled.

I couldn't help but notice that I had completely caught her off guard. Her rhythm was off, a shambled mess of her usual song. She was fidgety as her voice cracked with uncertainty. Then Luna had dropped the bloody moon on my head in revelation.

“You’re a virgin!” I exclaimed.

“W-what! NO!” I could tell by the wavering inflection in her voice that I had hit the mark.

“I can’t believe it, Sexual deviant and prominent rave master Vinyl Scratch, is as pure as her snow white coat.” I was singing, It was hard not to as every note stung Vinyl like a dagger through the flesh.

“Oh, like you can talk! You’re a virgin too!”

“Yes, but I am someone who has been saving herself. I don't flaunt around like some sexual goddesses who has unlocked the secrets to the ways of the flesh.”

“I still know more than you.” She quickly snapped back. “How many times do you even clop?”

Now it was my turn to be taken back.

“Pardon?”

“Clop. Clopping. Masturbation. The one trick pony. Doing the solo act. Playing the golden instrument. Teasing the one eyed monster?”

“I… I’m almost positive that you made half of those up!” I countered.

“Doesn't matter, how many times you do it is the question.”

“I, well…” I straightened, gaining a Idea. “I won’t tell you, because I don't have too.”

“What?!” she cried, as she jumped from her chair to get closer to my face. “I just told you that I was a virgin, and you won't even tell me how many times you screw yourself? Thats some serious personal info, you can't just go taking something like that and not give anything back!”

“You didn't tell me anything of the sort, I pieced it together for myself." I got up from my seat, and rose to her challenge. I was taller than her by clear inches, and took great pleasure in looking down at her flushed face. “And you have no leverage to make me say anything right now.”

“So that’s how you're going to play this, huh Tavi?”

“A bene placito: up to the performer. And you’ve given me more than enough cause to play this kind of tune.”

She stared at me for some moments more, before her scowl turned into a haughty laugh.

“Ha, you know, Your really sexy when you're so assertive.” I shivered a little as a hand touched my side, reminding me that I was still naked, covered only by a towel.

I grabbed the hand, ceasing its climb. “I’m not falling for that ruse this time Vinyl, I know I hold the advantage here.” I smiled a wide, victorious grin, as I moved in for the proverbial kill.

“To think, all this time I was being flustered by a virgin, just as innocent as I.” I sang, letting my accent come out without hold for the first time in three years. “You're just as inexperienced as I, your sultry false promises have lost all meaning.” I laughed. I had won, for once I was the one teasing and demeaning, and after a year of frustration and hardship, it felt good.

Vinyl Looked mad, hurt even that I was treating her like this, but did it ever serve her right. I decided to go for the full karmic retribution, and moved closer into Vinyl. I put my hand on her neck, and toyed with a bit of her hair, All while I leaned in, and whispered into her ear.

“You lose Vinyl, and I win.”

Vinyl stepped forward, catching me surprised and off balanced. My towel came partly undone and slid down my legs, leaving my body bare.

“V-Vinyl! what the stars are you-” my face came crashing against my room wall, as Vinyl took position behind me. She held my arms in place with one hand, and used her weight to hold me against the wall.

“Vinyl! Don't you think you're taking your jest a little too far?!” I yelled.

“Who’s joking, Tavi?” Vinyl cooed. There was a low edge to her voice, something dangerous that shook me to my core. It bypassed my ear and tickled down my spine, the feeling making me want to jump out of my fur.

And that was before she started biting on my ear.

My own intake of air poorly hid the underlying moan. But the panic in my voice was pure.

“Vinyl! Stop this at once! Do you have any concept of what you’re doing here?!”

I tried to struggle and thrash about, but not even earth pony strength could overcome proper leverage. She had me good, and with my legs half bound by my towel, I was completely at her mercy.

Vinyl simply applied more force, trying to hold me still while making shushing noises. “Shhhh, Shhhh. It’s going to be alright.”

“Vinyl! VINYL!” My voice rose to higher pitches, fighting spirit leaving me as the futility of my actions became more apparent. Naked, pinned, and complete embarrassed beyond belief, I stopped my struggles, whinnying as my eyes stared blankly at nothing.

“That's right, This will be all the better when you just calm down and go with the flow.” Vinyl continued whispering, trying to calm me down further.

“Vinyl. You realize I’m going to completely ruin you for this.” I snarled

“Ha, don't even try and play that card, Tavi. I know you want this.”

Wait, what? I thought, the accusation jarring me.

“Wait, what?” I asked, needing to express that confusion on reflex.

“You're not as subtle as you think, I’ve seen you eyeballing me when you think i’m not looking. And you get way too flustered for someone who isn't secretly into the idea of having some fun.”

Well, she had me there…

“Yes, but I loath you. I don’t care how much I want it, I won't fornicate with a menace like you.”

“Good job confirming my theory, I was honestly going to have to drop out and turn myself in out of guilt if I made a bad call in the heat of the moment.” She laughed.

I swear, I utterly detest this girl.

“So here we are,” I spat, still defiant out of stubbornness. “You have me up against a wall, naked and helpless, but you’re still a virgin and completely inexperienced. You have no idea to what you're doing.”

“Virgin doesn’t mean clueless, And we’re going to have a little study session.” She beamed from behind me. “You're going to tell me exactly how and where you want it.”

“Oh really? And what happens if I don-”

I screamed. At least I prefer to think what escaped me was wholly a scream. Vinyl bit me harshly on the neck, without preamble or forewarning. I jerked forward and spine stiffened. I redoubled my efforts to break free, which only made her press harder against me, and sink her teeth further in. I could feel her body heat as she grinded against me. I was suffocating, squeezed between the wall and my captor.

“That’ll happen, is what.” She panted out, the squabble had left us both breathing hard. “Though I might do it again, just to see you squirm.”

Held against the wall, powerless, with a maleficent foe demanding submission from me, it would have only been wise to give her what she wanted. But for some reason my mouth spoke for me, without consent of my thinking brain.

“Be cast into the sun, you uncultured barbarian!”

The teeth came again. This time I let out a undignified squeal. My legs felt weak and were only supported up by the pressing weight and wall. I sucked in air through clenched teeth, but pain was honestly the last thing my mind was focusing on at the moment.

“Again?” she asked, her voice was shaky, frantic, barely controlled enough to form the sounds needed to produce something other than guttural moans. Her voice fared better than mine, for when I responded, my chosen insult of “Perverted heathen,” came out as “Haa….hnng!”

“Sounds like a yes to me.” and she bit me again. At this point, it would be utter denial not to recognize the wetness between my legs. I was freely grinding myself against Vinyl, and had no doubt that if she weren’t forcing me against the wall, I would be redirecting my efforts of breaking free to simply moving closer towards her. But I liked the fact she was holding me still. Held, restricted from all movement, completely within the clutches of my sworn enemy, I had found a twisted joy that I had no previous knowledge of.

“Feeling more co-operative now?” Vinyl asked, finally giving my neck time for rest. I could still feel the bites in a phantom, lingering pain that gave me the pang to receive another. Hormones and desire were now forthcoming. Vinyls voice was like ambrosia to me, what simply was a casual desire to hear her talk was now a burning need for her very sound.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to do anything but plead animalistically. I almost whimpered in protest as Vinyl relaxed her grip on me, she caught the half sound and chuckled to herself.

“Don’t like where this is going? Well you're just going to have to speak up then.”

She leaned in, until even her breath could be felt, I quavered as I relished the enclosing weight. I wanted to feel it over as much of my body as I could, and Vinyl was making a clear effort to fulfill that want. When she spoke, she was languid with the deliberation and control that only came from someone who knew they had truly won.

“Tell me what you want, Tavi. What do I have to do to make you sing?”

Hearing that confidence in her voice was almost enough to spur me from my stupor, and start fighting back. Almost.

“M-my nipples. I want you to touch my nipples.” I squeaked.

Her hands moved from my sides immediately, and started sliding over my breast like oil. Silky soft hands only contrasted by the sharp scrape of nails covered every inch of my large bosom. The action had inspired constant hums of approval, my whole body rocked to and fro along with the general motion of Vinyl’s caress.

I could barely breathe, pleasure seemed to rob me of the ability. She had to be firm with the kneading due my size, they were so big that Vinyls small hands disappeared into them. I continually crooned as she squeezed harder on them, And bit my lower lip, in some small attempt to remain quite.

Vinyl had got her first few, true notes when she pinched my nipples. It was a harsh sting, just like the bite, it melted away the fluffy haze and threw my mind into searing hot pain, that had pleasure in even greater amounts right behind it. She tweaked and pulled them, at different angles, in different variations, all to see what noises her sensitive new toy would make.

My pride struggled against me, I wanted to bite back my pleasure, at least pretend that I wasn't this easy to manipulate. Resistance ultimately backfired when it came crumbling down, I was relaxing into it or not.

But it wasn’t long before I wanted… No, needed more.

“Lower...” The only word amongst the moans for what seemed like hours.

Vinyl obeyed without response. It would be ill form for a musician to speak during their performance, after all.

Vinyl’s nails made contact first with my clit as they brushed by. The electricity that exploded within me from that alone made me jump. Vinyl punished me by ramming her hips into my backside. Hard. I cried out to show that I enjoyed her ‘punishment’ and might have wished for more.

The fingers drew closer my nether lips, but they danced around the entrance, rubbing wet flesh that was just off from the true prize. She even spread me open, letting the air of the room tease against my waiting marehood that was winking ineptly, begging for something to come and fulfill it. I almost thrusted my hips down, trying to rub against anything for pleasure, but I restrained myself. I wanted Vinyl to do it, to give it to me. I wanted to accept this loss, and enjoy it fully.

Vinyl gave me a few more teasing half strokes, but decided I had been teased enough when my mewling had become completely incoherent. She thrusted in, and my legs buckled, I went limp as a high pitched high note invaded my ears, and I realized a few seconds later that it was my own voice. She didn't even give me time to adjust, the cruel bint, before she started thrusting in and out at a steady increase of speed.

I had touched myself before, more times on a more normal basis than I would like to admit. But my own touch was nothing compared to hers. The pleasure she gave me was so sharp that I almost couldn't stand it, I had to let my voice sing in earnest so I didn't completely lose my grip on the world, It was more fulfilling than simple touching, the sensations stuck a chord deep within me that made my whole body quake

Here I was, pathetic and senseless, filling the air with my noise. I was nothing more than a instrument to Vinyl, a tool she had so masterfully controlled to play her own perverted symphony on. I had a front row seat to my own shameless howls and groans, as Vinyl basked in my voice, my unfiltered song of utter pleasure. And she loved it, but nowhere near as much as I.

I was ashamed, and that only made it better.

I couldn't hear anything anymore, couldn't even see anything. My ears were working, my eyes functioning, but pleasure was the only sensation my mind could process. The last remnants of language I could grasp were Vinyl’s words, yelled directly in my ears. Things like ‘Naught filly’, and ‘Filthy little Tavi.’, a plethora of other demeaning pet names that made my ears swivel, and folds twitch to hear them.

“Your moaning like such a slut, Tavi.” She would say. “You’re enjoying every bit of this aren't you Tavi?” She would tease. “Moan louder if you want me to go even harder and faster, show me just how badly you want this, Tavi.” She would command.

Vinyl’s dirty talk only sent me further into depravity, as if having verbal confirmation that what I was doing was obscene made it all the better. And it did. I never wanted Vinyl to stop talking to me, to never stop berating me so that I could be taking to higher heights. If I had still held mastery of my own voice, I would have been shouting my agreeance with her, but as it stood, I could only moan louder.

Vinyl kept her word, she increased intensity as I grew in volume. Her hips bucked against me, as if she were a stallion who had the sex to penetrate me with. It was a steady, loud, ground shaking sound, as Vinyl dedicated her athletic body to her faux fornication, wet, plump flank colliding with pelvis. It increased the pressure holding me to the wall, and made the fingers within me drag harshly. The motion even doubled as a dubious spanking, cracking most of my rear with heavy blows. It was heavenly.

Vinyl was exerting herself, grunting in key with her thrust, It could barely be heard over me. Sounds I didn't even know I was capable of making escaped me. I couldn't even tell if I was close, so within the throes of ecstasy that it was all just a constant orgasm to me.

But I hit my peak, it was in the form of a messy explosion of liquid. What little subconscious control of my body I had left was obliterated. I writhed and contorted like a mare possessed. I bucked and heaved against nothing. Pleasure took its claws and dug them deep into me, I just couldn't take it, the pure overload of emotions and feelings and sounds. Every cell of me ached in a way that made me scream ‘YES’! I made further mess of myself as I gushed again, the pleasure not done destroying my intelligence just yet, and it didn't finish for what must have been years afterward. I slid against the wall, I had no strength to do anything anymore, and Vinyl followed suit, still clutching me close to her.

The ambient noise of the room returned, I could once again hear the ticking of the clock, the slight, subtle noise of air circulating around a room. Both me and Vinyl were panting, trying to regain our breath from an act that took our everything from us, I didn't even know If she was satisfied herself, I never got the chance to touch her in return, but she seemed just as pleased as I was.

I sat there, covered in my own fluids, voice strained, and the most primal, unintelligent grin I must have ever given in my entire life. The afterglow was almost enough to make me climax again, but as it was, it just made my hips twitch every so often, as I waited for its effect to completely wash from me.

In that moment, everything could have changed. Vinyl Scratch, the mare I had sworn to hate, the beautiful goddess that had swept me up into a world of bliss, into an orchestra of primal delight, was everything to me right then and there. If she had asked me in that moment to forsake my music and become her mare, I would have done so, consequences be damned and thrown into the sun!

But what she said next, did something to me, something so profound that even in the wisdom of hindsight, to this day I cannot describe as to what exactly that something was.

“Hey Tavi…” She started. Voice still angelic in its awe.

“Y-yes?” I responded meekly.

She didn't say anything at first, she just smiled and started laughing, laughing a low, satisfied, assured laugh to herself, that I was just close enough to here.

“...I won…”