Hypnotic melody

Octavia woke feeling groggy, groggy but not tired, which was a pleasant change for once. Looking around she saw her clock showed it was five-thirty in the morning, a half an hour before her alarm would go off. Octavia went to get up but found herself held down by a pair of white hoofs. For a moment Octavia was puzzled as to why her roommate was cuddling with her, then last night's events came back to her as the last fog of sleep lifted from her mind.
Laying back down, Octavia just let herself enjoy the feeling of another pony sleeping next to her. To have somepony else close to you when you wake up, to feel their warmth next to you, this was a feeling Octavia could get very use to. Vinyl stirred in her sleep, before pulling Octavia closer, whether she was doing this on purpose or not Octavia didn't know, but it felt nice.

Perhaps, she thought. Vinyl would be open to this a bit more?

She shook the thought from her head, Vinyl worked nights and came home only a few hours before Octavia would be getting up. As she continued with her internal debate her alarm went off, reaching as best she could she tried to turn the alarm off. Before she could reach it through the alarm was enveloped in a blue aura, Octavia turned to see a sleepy Vinyl looking back at her.

“Ugh, why do you get up at six? I thought you practiced at nine?” Vinyl asked with a yawn.

“I get there at eight-thirty, I like to be early.”

“How long do you take to get ready?”

“About an hour and a half, I need to tune my cello before I leave.”

“Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you supposed to do that at practice?”

“Yes, but no pony worth their weight in salt waits until they get to practice to get ready.”

“Does anypony else there show up as ready as you?”

“Except for the newer members, yes, all of them.”

Wow, and I thought Lyra was exaggerating on how tough they were on ponies there, I think I need to be ready sooner rather than later.

“Anyway,” Octavia continued finally getting up. “I really do need to be getting ready.”

Octavia moved out of the room and headed into the bathroom, once Vinyl heard the water running she hurried into her room. She pulled the track she had been working on the day before and headed into the kitchen, she popped the track into the dish-Wub-er and set it to play, little did Octavia know that it also was a regular stereo as well as a dishwasher. Pulling a few things out of the cupboards with her magic Vinyl set about making breakfast, simple pancakes, but if Vinyl's hunch was right Octavia probably didn't have more than oatmeal or cereal in the morning.

A helping hoof here, a bit of music there, and then you'll be all mine Tavi. It's for your own good.

Just as the first of the breakfast treats were ready, Vinyl could hear the water in the shower stop. With a flick of her magic the dish-Wub-er started playing, it was a new track, not dubstep but something more relaxed, hopefully, it would work. Octavia came into the kitchen, hearing the music as well as her roommate, she was rather surprised to see her making breakfast.

“What's this?”

“Just a little something I thought I'd do to help you out and all.”

“Well I really do appreciate it, but I don't think I have time. I still have to take care of my cello...”

“That's why I'm making it, besides it’s ready right now.” Vinyl said levitating over a plate of pancakes.

“Well, I suppose if they are ready now, I would have time.”

“That's more like it.” Vinyl said with a huge grin.

Octavia sat down and began to eat, not bothering with anything on them. Vinyl was tending to the stove where a few more were cooking, looking up from her meal Octavia regarded her friend.

It was rather nice of her to make these, to take time out just for me.

You know, she might be willing to help you more often.

The voice was back, but it seemed less detracting now than before like she was used to it now.

Perhaps, Octavia mused, not fully realizing the internal conversation. But I can't ask it of her, she's a busy mare like me, it wouldn't be appropriate.

Why not? If she's willing to help.

What did I just say about... wait, am I arguing with myself?

So? lots of ponies do it.

How would... never mind. That's not the point, she's busy, I'm busy, just no.

Just keep an open mind, 'opportunity knocks but once'.

Octavia regarded the words in her head, only now did she notice she had finished her food and was more or less staring at an empty plate.

“If you're still hunger all you had to do was say so.” Vinyl's voice broke Octavia out of her stupor just in time to see two more pancakes float over.

“No I was just thinking, you should go back to sleep after I leave, you still have to work and it’s bad to throw off your sleep scheduled.” Octavia said.

“No worries, the club is closed this week for remodeling. I got the whole week off if you like I could do this for a while if it helps ya.”

Knocks but once. The words played over in her head.

“Yes that would be nice,” she said looking at the clock, she was running ten minutes behind her normal scheduled, she would have to forgo polishing her cello today. “But I'm afraid we will need to discuss this latter, I need to tune my cello and head out.”

With that Octavia excused herself and set about the rest of her morning, albeit without polishing her prized instrument. Once finished she headed back into the kitchen to make lunch for her, only to find Vinyl had beaten her to it.

“Here ya go Tavi.” Vinyl was levitating a brown lunch bag towards Octavia, with her trademark grin.

“Um... why thank you Vinyl.”

“No problem.”

With one last grin Octavia walked out of the apartment and off to practices, the apartment was still for a moment, the music coming from the dish-WUB-er was the only sound.

She never seemed to notice the music, just as it was supposed to be. Hold on just a little longer Tavi, it won't be long now.

~o0o~

Vinyl went about her day like any other day, mixed new music, napped, found something greasy for lunch. It was now as the day was starting to wind down, that Octavia came home. Her mood was just as bad as every other day, it seems that a Vinyl charged morning had done little to help keep Octavia positive throughout the day. Vinyl offered to make dinner for them, followed by some (non-sexual) relaxing, all of which Octavia accepted gratefully, all the while music played unnoticed by Octavia.
The next few days played out like this, and each day Vinyl couldn't help but notice that no matter what she did to help Octavia, her mood and overall spirit seemed to just get lower and lower each day. Finally Vinyl had enough after Octavia had left for practice, Vinyl went about setting up for the evening, preparing music she knew Octavia would respond to, a few other items, as well as 'Plan B' just in case.

It was late in the evening now, a bit later than normal for Octavia. The conductor had held them over for a few announcements, including new chair assignments. Octavia had been all but crushed that she had been passed over for first chair, again. She truly didn't know what she was doing wrong, she did everything right, played perfect, came in early, stayed late, practiced longer, what was she doing wrong? She trudged into the apartment, in the back of her mind she hoped Vinyl's generosity would still be offered tonight, more than ever. As she closed the door she noticed that orchestral music was playing in the apartment, odd Vinyl didn't normally play this sort of thing, it was all her dubstep. Looking around she didn't see the DJ at first, then she noticed the light from Vinyl's room.

You should say 'hi', she's probably wondering where you've been.

I doubt she's that concerned, but I should let her know I'm home.

Octavia walked towards the door and pushed it open slightly, inside was Vinyl sitting over her set mixing music in her headphones. Walking over to her Octavia tapped her friend on the shoulder, Vinyl turned around on the spot and looked right at Octavia.

“I was starting to wonder about you Tavi.” She said sliding off her headphones.

“Yes sorry about that, the conductor was assigning new chairs to ponies after practice.”

Vinyl gave a half confused look, she knew that the seating arrangement in an orchestra was important, she just never really knew why.

“What chair you sit in reflects your skill level.” Octavia elaborated.

“So your 'first chair' then?” Vinyl probed, hoping she got the term right.

Octavia didn't answer she just looked down at her hooves, Vinyl put two and two together, either she had been moved down or, not gotten first chair.

“Did they move you?” Vinyl asked probing.

“No, I stayed in the same spot, again.”

That was it, Vinyl knew she had been passed over, just like getting your time slot at the club cut short or given to another DJ, this might work in her favor Vinyl thought. But she needs to do this right, plan B wasn't her first choice, though more fun, but it would work just as well.

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Vinyl said with sincere sadness in her voice.

Octavia didn't say anything for a moment.

“Come here Tavi.” Vinyl said pulling the gray mare into a tight hug.

Octavia just stood there in the embrace for a long moment, the stress of the day slowly ebbing away.

It seems like you could use some more stress relief, perhaps-

Oh just shut up, all I want is to go to bed and have this day over with.

Damn it Tavi, I'm just... uh-oh.

Octavia's eyes shot open, she broke contact with Vinyl reeling back.

“IT WAS YOU!” She shouted pointing an accusing hoof at Vinyl.

“Look Tavi just let me-”

“LET YOU WHAT? Try to, to, CONTROL ME!” Octavia was almost shrieking at this point.

“LISTEN! Tavi I know you're mad, ok that might be an understatement.”

“Your bucking right for once.” Octavia's voice was a bit lower but still filled with rage.

“I was doing this for your own good!”

“I fail to see how controlling me is for my own good.”

“Because you can't see what you are doing to yourself, but I can, and it's terrible.”

“And just what am I doing that's so terrible?”

“You're making yourself miserable with that orchestra.”

“No, I am not!” Octavia insisted.

“Yes, you are. And I'm putting a stop to it.”

“Vinyl what are you-?”

Octavia heard the door behind her lock, turning she could see a magic deadbolt was now in place of the regular doorknob, these were designed only to be opened only with a unicorn's magic. Octavia was now effectively trapped, turning back to the unicorn in question, Vinyl was now over by the stereo, her magic sliding a CD into one of the slots.

“I didn't want it to be like this, at least not entirely, but you leave me no choice now, one day you'll thank me.”

“Vinyl what do you think your-”

Octavia was cut off again, this time with the sound of the classical dubstep, the same song that seemed to have started all of this, it dawned on Octavia that just might be the case. As the music began to play, something felt different now.

Sit.

Octavia just glared at Vinyl, did she think the same trick would work now that she knew? Then why was she smiling like that? Looking down Octavia noticed that she was sitting, wasn't she standing a moment ago?

Down.

To Octavia's horror she obeyed, she was now laying on the floor, her own body listened to Vinyl rather than herself. Vinyl walked over to Octavia and laid down on top of her, she took the tip of Octavia's ear into her mouth nibbling gently. Octavia gave a small whimper, but she suppressed it a moment later, she wasn't going to let Vinyl control her outright.

“Right now I might have your body Tavi,” She whispered into Octavia's ear. “But I want your mind too.”

“N-never, I won't let you control me.”

“You say that now Tavi.”

The tone in Vinyl's voice sent a shiver through Octavia, she wasn't sure if it was out of fear or, pleasure. But why did she feel that way? Vinyl stopped with one ear only to start on the other, Octavia's response was the same, a whimper stopped as soon as she could. This pattern continued a few times, Octavia braced when she felt Vinyl leave her ear again expecting the same, only to feel her bite down on her neck. Octavia made a noise between a moan and a whimper, this time she was unable to stop herself. Vinyl got up and moved in front of Octavia, she lifted her head to hers and kissed Octavia deeply. Part of Octavia wanted to be disgusted, but she found herself melting into the kiss, she tried to tell herself it was whatever Vinyl was doing to her, but another part of her didn't believe that.

Stand

Once again Octavia obeyed, she was starting to get annoyed at her own body.

Come

Octavia unwillingly followed Vinyl, she led them to her bed. It was larger than Octavia expected, not to mention cleaner, still, she didn't like where this was going.

Lay down

Vinyl pointed to the center of the bed, annoyingly Octavia's body obeyed, but her mind was still her own.

“I'll never forgive you for this Vinyl, I thought we were friends, I trusted you!”

“I'm sorry Tavi, but if it comes down to you being miserable and trusting me, or being happy and hating me, then I'll choose the second option.”

“I am happy Vinyl, I have a career that most musicians would die for.”

Vinyl was quiet for a moment.

“But do you have to be dead to have it?”

“What are you talking-”

“When was the last time you did something for yourself Tavi? Goddesses I don't remember the last time I saw you smile, you might be in the Canterlot Orchestra but do you have to be dead inside for it?”

Now it was Octavia's turn to be silent.

“It’s not like that Vinyl, you have to work hard to be the best, and that's-”

“Oh horseapples, you can't even see past your snout can you.”

“What are you taAAHHH!”

Without another word, Vinyl bit the opposite side of Octavia's neck than before, adding in a bit of licking. Octavia squirmed under Vinyl's attention, she felt a warm sensation building up in her nethers, as much as she hated this her body was starting to get turned on now. Without warning Vinyl flipped Octavia over and pulled her into a deep kiss, Octavia resisted as much as she could, but as her pleasure seemed to slowly grow, so did her willingness. Vinyl broke the kiss before she started trailing kisses along her cheek, neck, and over her barrel.
Small gasps began to escape Octavia's mouth, each kiss was starting to send little sparks of electricity through her, the music in the room was still playing, but the sound seemed to go straight into her mind. She didn't seem to hear as much as feel the music, and each passing note seemed to make her relax, unknowingly breaking down her mental barrier. Vinyl was working over her stomach now, drawing her tongue along the soft fur. Vinyl took a moment to enjoy the scent of the mare beneath her, she had that smell of old polished wood, probably from the concert hall and her cello.
Coming to Octavia's teats Vinyl latched on sucking gently on the sensitive nubs, Octavia squirmed under the attestation she was receiving, never before had her body felt this good. Vinyl switched teats, adding nips and long lick’s as she assaulted the sensitive flesh. Octavia gasped, managing to stifle herself with a hoof despite not having full control of her actions.

“V-Vinyl HA, please s-stop.”

Vinyl gave a cocky grin in response. “Too much for ya Tavi, don’t worry I’ll go nice and slow for you.”

“N-no, stop a-all of this, please.”

Vinyl paused, looking up at Octavia from her position. “Do you really want me to stop? You really don’t act like you want me to.”

To drive her point home, Vinyl ran a hoof across Octavia’s dripping slit.

Octavia gasped but managed to respond. “I d-don’t know what I-I did or said to you, but I’m s-sorry.”

Vinyl was dumbfounded, this was definitely not the way things were supposed to go. “What are you talking about Tavi?”

“If you're doing all this to me, I must have said or done something to make you mad, w-was it all the stuff I asked you to do the past week? Was it-”

Octavia was cut off as Vinyl kissed her deeply, she didn’t resist this time, not realizing how much of her resistance was gone. Vinyl broke from the kiss, laying her horn on Octavia’s head, an intimate gesture for any unicorn.

“I’m not mad at you Octy, I’m sad. I’m sad that you can’t even see what your doing to yourself, much less what's being done to you.”

That was it, the music Vinyl had intended to use to make Octavia more open to her suggestions and advances had broken down the walls she had made. And with it all the pent up emotions Octavia had spilled out, she clutched onto Vinyl as she cried everything into her barrel. Vinyl rolled to one side and held the crying cellist, this wasn’t how she had wanted things to go, but if the results were better she wouldn’t complain.
Octavia cried and ranted for Celestia knew how long before she passed out, with as little movement as she could, Vinyl levitated a blanket over them. They stayed pressed together the rest of the night, Octavia twitching and whimpering occasionally as Vinyl did her best to comfort her.

The morning after was a quiet affair, breakfast was served as the two ate in silence. Vinyl tested and was pleased to find that the emotional release was exactly what was needed, afterward Vinyl told Octavia to quit the orchestra, which she did without question. It seemed that Vinyl's plan was going smoothly.

For now...