Vinyl's Birthday Surprise

Sliding back and forth against my lover, I close my eyes and take deep breaths as I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I let my eyes slowly drift open and take in the sight. I see my thick hips rubbing against her, much thinner, hips while sweat rolls down my body. I lift my sights higher to see her face, expecting to view it fixed in a state of pleasure. As soon as I look up, I realize something is wrong. Very wrong. Terribly wrong. Horrific!

Vinyl’s face was quiet and unmoving. It showed no emotion. Her eyes closed. She appeared asleep, but with the startle she just had, she couldn’t be. I couldn’t tell if she was breathing; her chest jiggled, but only from the vibrators. Was her chest moving of its own ability?  I immediately stopped pounding into her and kneeled there, motionless, for a moment before coming to my senses.

I grabbed the little box beside me and turned off the vibrators as I yelled at her, “Vinyl!”

She didn’t move. This isn’t good. She shouldn’t be this still! I don’t think she’s ever been this still. I ripped off the vibrators as I climbed on top of her, shouting into her face,

“Vinyl wake up! This isn’t funny! Get up!”

Still, I get no response but her emotionless face lying beneath my own. Now I’ve undone the gag and wrist belt with quivering hands. I’m shaking her, yelling to her to get up. I drop her onto her pillow and violently heave myself off her and toward to phone sitting on the nearby nightstand. With great haste, I diel. I need help, she needs help. I can’t lose her. I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t know if I can help.

A woman’s voice comes out of the phone, “911, what’s you-”

I cut her off, I don’t have time to listen, “I need someone here now! She’s dying! My girlfriend isn’t breathing!”

“We’ll send a paramedic-”

“Good, thank you, send them quickly!”

The woman on the other side began to say something else but I didn’t hear it because I hung up, all I needed to know was that someone was coming to help, now I needed to try and fix this. I dropped the phone and kneeled next to Vinyl. I was a little unsure about how to do this. I have never been formally trained for it, so I tried imitating what I’ve seen on TV and other places. I placed my hands on top of each other over her chest and pushed them down. Then I pulled them up, still holding them together on her. I drew my hands down into her chest again, and again, pounding into her with tears starting to flow out of my eyes.

“Live Vinyl, live!”

It wasn’t working. I kept going and she still laid there motionless. I decided I have to try something else and so I lifted my hands off her and held her head between my hands. I’ve seen this on TV too. I held her nose closed and pressed my lips onto hers. I began blowing into her mouth, exhausting all my lungs could give her. I blow into her over and over, only stopping to catch my own in stuttered inhales. This wasn’t working either.

I switch between hammering her chest and blasting my breath into her for some time before, while desperately smacking her chest with entangled fists, she suddenly began to gasp wildly. I’m overjoyed! And thrilled! Thanking Celestia that, even though wheezing and gagging, Vinyl is alive! I embraced her softly, and allowed her to get her bearings. The whole traumatizing experience, from noticing her lack of movement to her huffing on air lasted less than a minute, but it felt like eternity to me.

She was dead, and now she’s alive. I couldn’t imagine life without her anymore. She coughed and wheezed some more, and then looked up at me as I leaned over her. I watched her, waiting for her to say something or do something.

Finally, in a weak voice, she spoke, “My mouth tastes funny.”

I giggled hysterically as I embraced her with a tight squeeze. My laugh is broken and fractured as tears of joy roll out my eyes. She’s alive, everything’s ok. Vinyl protested my grip on her, but I’m not willing to let her go. I hung on as long as I could, knowing I must seem like an emotional mess to her now. Me, the one always keeping her in check, always trying to keep things orderly and rational, the one always making sure the bills are payed and we’ll have food next month, now I lay in a messy, tearful, heap clutching on to her as if life depended on it.

Sirens steadily began appearing in the background. I can hear them get nearer outside. I knew it must be an ambulance coming because of my call for help. I don’t want to let go of Vinyl just yet, but I know when they arrive I’ll have to tell them what happened here. I keep my embrace with Vinyl for a moment more, with my head resting on her bare chest listening to her heartbeat. It’s slow, and calming, and it lets me know she’s still here, she’s not leaving me.

Reluctantly, I lift my head off her. I stare into her face. I feel my chin quivering at the thought that I could have lost her. Vinyl watches me with a look more serious than I’ve ever seen her give before, as though she understands what had happened and my distressed thoughts. Then, she breaks into a smile and wipes some of my tears off my face with her hand. She seems almost unfazed by this, by the fact that she could have been dead. I place my hand over her own on my cheek and take just a few more quivering breaths before I look into her eyes and ask her,

“Vinyl, are you okay? You… understand what happened?”

I notice a slight clenching of the jaw when she tells me, “Yeah, I think I get it. I’m fine.”

“The paramedics are going to be here soon, I believe. I’m going to have to tell them what happened.”

“Okay. You’d better get dressed then.” She tells me in a quiet tone.

I don’t want to move, but I can hear the sirens buzzing nearby and know they’ll be here at any moment. Reluctantly, I get up off the bed and upon standing up, I realize I’m still wearing the strap-on. I have no good feelings for it anymore. This whole surprise was a bad idea, I knew it, I shouldn’t have even tried. I tear the thing off as quickly as I could and toss it under the bed. I notice the vibrators and bondage tools have fallen off the side of the bed and now lay on the floor next to it. I intend to move those, but I now hear the doorbell ringing. I’m still not dressed. I rush to the closet and swing the door open. I quickly pull on a night robe and make for the bedroom door. Before leaving the room, I turn to Vinyl, who’s just sitting on the bed watching me. I tell her not to move, because I don’t know if she should after what happened, but also that she should yell out if something’s wrong. Then I hurriedly make for the front door.