Lemon Zest dressed up for her outing with Sunset and Twilight. Sunny Flare had spilled all the beans - something about ‘helping others’ - and let Lemon Zest know what was really in store for her. Not sitting around in a circle talking about feelings or whatever, or making arts and crafts, but getting down and dirty with some sex until that (somehow) translated into an actionable lesson for being a better friend.

Lemon Zest was cool with that. She was a party girl, after all. Getting freaky was right up her alley. She texted Sunset for more details, and Sunset wouldn’t provide any, but she did say they’d be doing at a different place than usual - Lemon Zest would meet them at Sunset’s house instead of Twilight’s for this occasion. That was also fine with her.

As long as she could listen to her rock music, preferably through a loudspeaker, (though she wasn’t picky) Lemon Zest was fine with whatever they decided to do to her.

Lemon Zest got on her bike and rode to Sunset's house. She was wearing special underwear for the occasion, which made her skirt feel looser than she liked and felt bizarre against the padded leather of her bicycle seat. Still, she pressed on.

She arrived on Sunset's house, dismounted the bike, and walked up to the door. She rang the doorbell.

"Hello!" Lemon Zest called. She rang the doorbell several times. "Anybody home? It's Lemon Zest from Crystal Prep! I'm here, and I'm ready to get down and-"

The door snapped open and Sunset came flying out. She clamped her hand around Lemon Zest's mouth.

"Shh!" Sunset snapped. "Do you want the whole neighborhood to hear what we're up to?"
Lemon Zest shrugged. It made no difference to her whether or not the rest of the neighborhood knew.

Sunset sighed and rolled her eyes. She took her hand off Lemon Zest's mouth.

"Just come inside," Sunset said dourly.

"Is there somewhere I can park my bike?" Lemon asked.

"Here," Sunset exited the house and took hold of the bike. "I'll take it to the garage."
Lemon Zest smiled and nodded. She went inside the house.

Twilight was standing in the living room waiting to greet her. She was just dressed in a lab coat with her hair tied back in a bun.

She adjusted her glasses and looked up at Lemon Zest. Lemon didn't know why, but something about the way the light hit the lenses made Twilight look menacing.

"Hello, Lemon Zest," Twilight said coldly.

"Hi, Twilight," Lemon said, waving at Twilight and not really picking up on the passive-aggression in Twilight's voice. "What's up?"

"Not much," Twilight said. "Do you know why you're here?"

"I'm here to be a sex doll for you and Sunset to play with while you two work out the exact nature of your relationship," Lemon Zest said coolly, making finger guns. "At least, that's how Sunny Flare put it."

"Of course she did," Twilight said, rolling her eyes again. "How charming. That's partly correct, Lemon Zest. But we're going to be something special with you today."

"You are?" Lemon Zest asked.

"Yes, we are," Twilight said. "We're going to be running an experiment about the effects of music on the human body."

"Ooh!" Lemon Zest clapped. "I love music!"

"Yes," Twilight said. "I'm aware. I can still hear that rock music you subjected me to, ringing in my ears." She glared at Lemon Zest, hunching her shoulders up like a disgruntled owl.

"Okay!" Sunset walked into the room, patting her hands back and forth. "Your bicycle's all locked up, Lemon Zest." Lemon Zest hadn't noticed the negative energy radiating out from Twilight, but Sunset did. "Whoa there, Twilight. You feeling okay?"

"Just fine," Twilight said.

"You sure? I'm picking up some bad vibes from you about this girl." She looked back and forth between Twilight and Lemon Zest. "Are you two exes or something?"

"Exes!" Lemon Zest laughed. "As if I would be caught dead dating a nerdy science dork like Twilight Sparkle!"

Twilight narrowed her eyes and grunted.

"There, there," Sunset said, taking Twilight's hand and patting her on the shoulder. "It's okay. Lemon Zest, most people, nice people, don't insult their friends by calling them dorks like that."

"Right, right," Lemon Zest said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eyes. "Whatever you say." She looked at Sunset and Twilight's posture. "Man. Sunny Flare was right. You two really are in a relationship."

At this, both Twilight and Sunset looked at themselves. They saw how the way Sunset had taken hold of Twilight's hand could easily be mistaken for the posture of many a happily married couple holding hands together, then quickly broke away from each other, facing away with blushes on their cheeks.

"Anyway," Twilight cleared her throat, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation before Lemon Zest had a chance to embarrass her any further. "Why don't we head downstairs?"

"Downstairs?" Lemon Zest asked, looking around the room. "How can we go downstairs? We're already on the first floor."

"To the basement," Twilight said impatiently.

"Easy, Twilight," Sunset said, patting Twilight's shoulder.

"Oh, duh, right," Lemon Zest. "Lead the way, you sexy bitches!"

Twilight rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Twilight," Sunset said, "you have to give her that much. We are sexy bitches."

"Well," Twilight said, "maybe you are." She looked at Sunset with a smile and blushed, then turned away when she heard Lemon Zest laughing again at how obvious her affection for Sunset was.

"Come on, Lemon Zest," Twilight said. She and Sunset turned around.

"Lemon Zest?" Twilight asked when she didn't hear a third set of footsteps behind them.

"I'm coming, just give me a second. I'm getting ready."

"Ready?" Twilight asked. She and Sunset turned back around to see Lemon Zest had half-pulled her shirt off.

"What are you doing?" Twilight asked with dismay. "Keep your shirt on!"

"But aren't you just going to make me take it off anyway?" Lemon Zest asked.

"Yes," Twilight answered, "after we get you away from the windows."

Lemon Zest's half-covered head turned towards the side of the house. "Oh yeah, good point."

She pulled the shirt back down and followed Twilight and Sunset down the hall.

Sunset brought the other two to a pair of cellar doors and threw them open.

She led down the steps and brought them inside the basement.

Sunset flicked the switch and light filled the room.

"Whoa," Lemon Zest oohed and aahed.

Sunset's basement was tricked out. There were a pair of loudspeakers on end of the room, joined by several other types of sound equipment, all of which Lemon Zest recognized, including a subwoofer and a tweeter, along with an amp for guitars and a record table, the kind used by DJ's at rave bars. There was also a few other various knick-knacks, including a large lava lamp, but Lemon Zest didn't care about those.

"Where did you get all this stuff, Sunset?" Lemon Zest asked, wandering around the room like someone in a supermarket for the first time.

"Oh, you know," Sunset said, examine her knuckles, "various odd jobs. Saving up money. Scavenging from the junkyard and the scrap shops. I'm pretty handy with a wrench, if I do say so myself." She smiled.

"So, what's the plan?" Lemon Zest asked.

'The plan?" Twilight replied with a plan. She held up a cord. "The plan is for you to learn to appreciate the taste of others," Twilight explained. She went up to Lemon Zest and took Lemon's headphones off her neck. "You won't be needing these."

"With all the sweet equipment you've got around here?" Lemon asked. "I definitely won't."

Twilight deposited Lemon Zest's headphones over on the mixing table.

"You may strip now, if you wish," Twilight said, adjusting her glasses.

"Sweet." Lemon Zest pulled her shirt off with gusto, ready and eager. She threw it down to the floor and headbanged, whipping her hair around. She added her skirt to the pile.

She was wearing a half cup corset to keep her breasts plump and steady, and some crotchless panties that looked like garters to Sunset.

"What are you wearing?" Sunset asked.

"You don't like it?" Lemon Zest asked, sounding hurt. "I knew we were gonna be in for sexy fun times, so I thought I'd dress for the occasion." She gestured her hands to herself proudly. "Are you sure you don't like it?"

"It's fine," Sunset said. "I'm just surprised, that's all. All of the other Shadowbolts hated being drawn into the sexy parts."

"Those are my favorite parts," Twilight said unprompted. "Lemon Zest, turn around, if you would."

"Sure! What'chu got for me?" Lemon Zest asked. She was puzzled when Twilight plugged a wire with a suction cup and an alligator clip into a jack, clipping it onto her nipple while attaching the suction cup to her breast. Twilight repeated the process with the other side of Lemon Zest's chest.

"What's all this?" Lemon Zest fiddled with the cord.

"You'll see," Twilight said. "Come on. This way. On the wooden horse" She grabbed hold of the cord and yanked, pulling Lemon Zest along.

"A wooden horse?" Lemon Zest scoffed. "What do you guys think I am, some dumb kid?"

“No,” Twilight said, and Lemon Zest was surprised to see something that was not a toy horse. Rather, it was a large triangular block of wood with four legs out from underneath it, like a misshapen bench. A leg spreader dangled on the underside from a chain.

"Sit on the horse, Lemon Zest," Twilight said patiently. "We can't get started until you do."

"All right, if you insist," Lemon Zest said. She reluctantly saddled up, sitting on the horse and throwing her legs over each side.

Twilight set about tying Lemon Zest’s hands behind her back and securing her to the horse. She picked up the leg spreader and clipped it onto Lemon Zest’s ankles, brining her weight down on the sloped part of the triangle and putting pressure on Lemon Zest’s crotch.

“Is this necessary?” Lemon Zest asked, feeling a little uncomfortable with being restricted.

“Yes,” Twilight said. “This is absolutely necessary for what we’re going to do today. The safeword for me to untie is ‘Cloaca’, unless you’d prefer some other word, in which case, now is the time to speak up.”

"Okay. ‘Cloaca’ is fine," Lemon Zest said. "Say, speaking of, what are we going to do today? I'm still not entirely sure." She tapped her chin and searched the room for clues.

"Listen to music," Twilight said.

"That's it?"

A thin object firmly inserted into her ass told Lemon Zest no, that was not it.

Twilight went over to the other side of Lemon Zest and lifted another wire with a rectangle strip of metal on the end of it. She inserted the strip into Lemon Zest's vagina, wiggling it inside until it was taut.

"There we go." Twilight said. She fiddled with the chain on the leg spreader to be sure it was working properly.

"Um, okay," Lemon Zest said.

Twilight went back over to the mixing table. Sunset joined her there.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Twilight said with a snarl.

Sunset patted Twilight on the shoulder. "Dial back on the dom throttle there, Snidely Whiplash. There's no need to sound so evil."

"Right, of course," Twilight said. She'd been growling a minute ago, but when she turned to Sunset, she was all sunshine and rainbows. "Still, you have to admit, it's nice to ... make things right."

Lemon Zest inferred from her tone that Twilight was going to say something nastier than 'make things right' before catching and correcting herself.

Twilight fed commands into the mixing table, adjusting dials, buttons and switches.

The sound equipment in the room came to life. Sound waves blared and traveled across the room, putting out intense guitar chords and screaming vocals from heavy metal.

"Yeah!" Lemon Zest cheered, rocking. As the sound equipment vibrated, so did the materials on her erogenous zones. The strip in her vagina shook, pleasuring her. The plug in her ass pumped in and out like a piston, rocking in tune with the music. The ‘horse’ vibrated, the music pulsing through its frame, adding additional pleasure to her crotch.

"I love this song!" Lemon Zest said, looking to Twilight with a big grin on her face. "How did you know!?"

"Call it a hunch!" Twilight shouted, raising her voice to speak over the amps.

"Whoo!" Lemon Zest cheered, rocking wildly on the horse. "This is awesome!"

Twilight rubbed her hands together with anticipation. She fed another set of commands into the controls.

All of a sudden, at least sudden to Lemon Zest, the music stopped.

"Hey," Lemon Zest said, searching around. "What's the big deal? I was having fun?"

Music started up again, only it wasn't Lemon Zest's music. Lemon Zest's music was all loud and power chords, guitar solos, and angry vocals about the system and the Man keeping them down.

This new music ... it was slow and quiet at first, but it grew in volume, though it remained slow and steady.

Lemon Zest's eyes widened. She reared her head back in dismay. It couldn't be ...
She couldn't believe Twilight would subject to something this, this awful, this horrible, but here it was. When the violins sounded through the stereos, Lemon Zest was freed of all doubt.

"Is this classical!?" Lemon Zest shouted.

"Yup!" Twilight informed with a malicious glee. "Bach's concerto #9."

"I hate classical music!" Lemon Zest struggling to break out of her restraints and escape this tasteless, guitar-less things that losers and old geezers called music.

"Stop struggling, Lemon Zest, or you'll never learn the lesson," Twilight said.

"No!" Lemon Zest snapped. "I don't want to learn the lesson if it means I have to listen to this garbage!"

"Bach is a highly respected composer," Twilight said, adjusting her glasses again. "You would do well to stay awhile and listen. See what you can learn from him."

"No," Lemon Zest said. She turned her head. "I won't."

Lemon Zest didn't think this could get any worse, but it did. The plugs in her butt, nipples, and snatch started up again, moving and pleasuring her in tune with the slow tempo of the classical ballad.

"Oh, come on!" Lemon Zest groaned.

"You signed on for this," Twilight said. "You all did."

"I know, I know, but ... Twilight, please! This is torture. Don't make me listen to this."

"You're overreacting," Twilight said. "Besides, this isn't torture ... it's BDSM."

"Kind of stretching the definition there a bit, but yeah," Sunset said. "Please, Lemon Zest? Hold on for just a few more minutes? Five minutes. That's all I ask. If it's still too much for you, we'll let you go."

"I'm not sure I can take another five seconds of this!"

But Sunset pouted and made puppy dog eyes at Lemon Zest, who, despite her rocker nature which should by rights have balked at anything cute, Sunset's face was too adorable for her to say no.

"Fine," Lemon Zest said. "Five minutes. And not a second longer!"

"Of course," Twilight said with a giggle. She turned the volume up, and Lemon Zest had to contend with the strip in her vagina going harder and faster than before, all the while in tune with that blasted music.

Lemon Zest grimaced at the conflicting signals in her brain. She felt good. The strip, the plugs, everything vibrating in her body felt good, pleasant and pleasurable. But she hated the music. Loathed it. Detested it with the kind of disdain-for-authority, rebelling against “The Man” attitude exclusively available to punk rock-loving rock and roll punks, like a high-level spell in a game of Dungeons and Dragons.

Lemon Zest bit her lip, her shoulders tensing up as she was rocked back and forth on the ‘horse’.
Her cunt grew wet as the metal strip whipped her erogenous zone up into a frenzy.

“Twilight!” Lemon Zest shouted, lurching over and clutching at her stomach. “I think I’m close now!”

“Oh, are you?” Twilight asked with interest.

“Yes!” Lemon Zest shouted. She shivered and moaned at the pleasure, before groaning as the violins in the piece took center stage and filled her ears up with the sound of violin bows running across their matching strings.

Twilight adjusted a dial and turned up the volume.

The music blasted through the room, and through Lemon Zest. She was vibrating so hard she felt double, like she was in two places at once. The horse shook furiously, its legs clattering against the floor.

“Twilight!” Lemon Zest screamed. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna-”

“Your sweet screams are like … like … hmm, what am I thinking of Sunset?” Twilight said. “I can’t seem to remember. It’s like, a word, starts with an M? Five letters? Two syllables? I can’t think of it, but whatever that word it is, that’s what Lemon Zest’s screams remind me of.”

Sunset rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, you were saying, Lemon Zest?” Twilight said. “You’re gonna what?”

“I’m going to – to!”

Lemon Zest’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she climaxed, her cunt squirting juices all over that ran down her thighs and dripped down the sides of the horse, forming a small puddle on the floor.

Lemon Zest collapsing, throwing her upper body forward on the horse and coming to rest with her head against chest, throwing her legs backwards and using the spreader as a counterweight.

Twilight, recognizing that Lemon Zest had a lot taken out of her, turned the volume down to the point where the room was near silent, except for the tiny little dah-dah-dah of classical brass and wind instruments.

Lemon Zest laid where she was, panting and tired. She could still hear that awful music. But she didn’t hear it for long, as Twilight turned the volume from 1 to 3. Loud enough to really listen to, but not the earthquake levels of vibration it had been before. And it turned back into rock and roll music, with a guitar solo and power riffs becoming the background noise of the room.

Energized by her beloved rock and roll, Lemon Zest righted herself on the wooden board, dangling the spreader beneath her. “Are … are we done?” She panted out. “Can I go home now?”

Twilight rubbed at her chin. “I don’t know, Lemon Zest. Have you learned your lesson about appreciating the taste of others?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Lemon Zest. “I’ve learned my lesson. Other people don’t like rock and roll, and that doesn’t mean they’re evil. Just that they’re losers.”

Twilight turned to Sunset. “What do you think, Sunset?”

“I don’t know,” Sunset said. “It doesn’t sound to me like she’s learned her lesson. Sounds to me like she just wants to get out of here. I think we should teach it again.”

“What?” Lemon Zest asked. “How? What could you possibly do to me?”

Twilight turned the volume again, this time to a 7. Guitars and drums and lyrics about doing drugs and sticking it to the man and standing up for yourself blared through the speakers.
Lemon Zest sighed and relaxed, comforted by the familiar tune and voices of her favorite genre of music.

She grimaced when Twilight turned it back to the Bach piece.

They got me with that trick twice! Lemon Zest cursed in her head. In hindsight, she really should have seen it coming.

The violins and brass resumed, as did the vibrations in Lemon Zest’s body. Lemon Zest pumped automatically as the tingling strip in her vagina shook and rattled.

“Twilight!” Lemon Zest complained. “You can’t do this to me!”

“I can do whatever I want,” Twilight said, “as long as Sunset Shimmer approves and you don’t say the safe word. Isn’t that right, Sunset?”

“I don’t know about that,” Sunset said. “But it is true that you and the Shadowbolts agreed to this. In exchange for the friendship lessons, remember?”

“I know, I know,” Lemon Zest said. “But can’t we learn friendship with the rock and roll music on? Can’t you teach me about something else?”

“This is actually a very good Friendship Lesson unto itself,” Sunset said. “Friendship isn’t always easy. Or comfortable. Sometimes, to be a good friend, you’re going to have to do things that make you uncomfortable. Or pretend to like something you actually don’t so you don’t hurt your friends’ feelings. At least until you can figure out how to tell them you don’t like it in a way that doesn’t hurt their feelings.”

“I don’t like this music!” Lemon Zest said. “I hate it! It’s awful!”

“I like this music,” Twilight said, adjusting her glasses and glaring at Lemon Zest over their rims. “I think it’s a very well constructed piece that understands several key aspects of what makes music work, like timing, tune, tempo, melody, notes.”

“See?” Sunset said. “There. Just there. You failed spectacularly, Lemon Zest. Try explaining to Twilight why you don’t like this music without being rude or nasty. Then, maybe, we’ll let you go.”

“I don’t like it … because … because ...” Lemon Zest covered her ears. She couldn’t think straight with all that awful violin and cello and clarinets playing. “Because it’s like broken guitars having sex in my ear!”

“Guitars?” Sunset was distracted by the concept of guitars having sex. There was probably an anime about it.

Twilight shook her head in disapproval. “Uh-uh. Nope. You failed it again, Lemon Zest. F minus. F minus minus. I’m turning the volume up.”

“No!” Lemon Zest whined as Twilight’s fingers touched the dial and she felt the Bach coursing through her body, vibrating her to the bones. She could see her skin jiggle and warble under the powerful thrum.

"Twilight!" Lemon Zest cried as the horse rocked back and forth, her nipples, clit and butt all stimulated in perfect harmony with the dreadful, terrible Bach piece. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Oh, you don't remember?" Twilight said, turning her in a huff. "I just wanted to let you know how some of us don't always approve of getting rock music blasted into our ears!"

"You're still upset over that?" Lemon Zest said. "That was ages ago!"

"It was a few months," Twilight said. "And I'm still not too happy about you and the other Shadowbolts pressuring me into becoming a reality-destroying monster either!"

"We didn't know that was going to happen!"

"Ignorance of the law is no excuse."

"What?" Lemon Zest said. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, forget it." She slumped forward on the horse and resigned herself to her fate. She scanned the room and looked at Twilight and Sunset.
"So, how long have you two been dating?"

Twilight and Sunset blushed.

"We're not dating!" Twilight insisted. She turned to Sunset. "Are - are we? Are we dating, Sunset? Is that what we've been doing?"

"I like to think of it more as friends with benefits," Sunset said.

"See? There you go, we're not dating." Twilight said. She sound self-conscious about the idea of dating Sunset.

"Sunny Flare says different," Lemon Zest answered.

"Oh, of course," Twilight said. "Because Sunny Flare is such an expert, reliable character witness." She fiddled with her fingers and looked at Sunset.

"Yes, Twilight?" Sunset asked.

Twilight squeaked and looked away.

"Hey," Sunset placed a hand on Twilight's shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm your friend." She gestured to her chest. "You can trust me."

Twilight smiled. "Thanks, Sunset Shimmer. I know that. It's just ... it's still ... awkward, sometimes. Trying to ask for what I want." Twilight took in a deep breath.

"Sunset, I would ... like to date you. Would that be all right? Do you think you could see yourself with a girl like me?"

Sunset gave Twilight a comforting smile. "I'll think about it. Why don't you ask me once we're done with the Shadowbolts' lessons? I wouldn't want us to get our close and have our feelings for each other cloud our judgment."

"You're right," Twilight said. She straightened up her posture and focused on Lemon Zest with a laser-like, scientific intensity. "Back to science."

"Aww," Lemon Zest. "You two are so cute together! You should totally date. You'd make a great couple." Their cuteness had distracted Lemon Zest from her torment, but now the moment had passed, her attention returned to how pleasurable vibrations were mixing with unpleasant violins screeching into her ears.

"Can't you make it stop!?" Lemon Zest snapped. "I hate this piece. I hate it so, so much."

"Why do you hate it, Lemon Zest? It's a good piece," Twilight said. "And no, you can't just say that it sucks or that it's too 'conforming' or whatever buzzwords rock and roll people use these days."

Lemon Zest tucked in her lip. To Twilight, it was obvious Lemon Zest was fighting off the urge to say those exact things with those very words.

"Ooh," Lemon Zest moaned. The strip in her vagina twitched and tingled.

Why? Lemon Zest whined in her head, coming to terms with the fact her words would not move Twilight to sympathy, no matter how much she might beg and plead.

Lemon Zest thought about what Sunny Flare told her and got an idea. Perhaps if she were to lean into the sexual aspect of her situation, she might be able to appease the cruel goddesses that called themselves Sunset and Twilight.

Lemon straightened her posture. She inhaled sharply to relax her body, then proceeded to buck and thrust, leaning into the sexually stimulating bits and bobs as much as she could. Maybe, if she orgasmed a second time, it would be enough to make Twilight happy and they would let her go, let her jump off the horse, and release from having to listen to blasted Bach.

Lemon Zest moaned, her bucks and thrusts working. The pleasure increased, even though she still hated the music. Her twitching, throbbing vagina pulled the strip further in, and it vibrated so much Lemon Zest could almost feel it in her thigh bones.

"Looks like she wants to go a little faster," Sunset observed.

"Faster, eh?" Twilight said. "I think we can do that."

Twilight turned the volume up to 8.

"Ooh!" Lemon Zest moaned and groaned, her teeth chattering inside her skull as she experienced the sensation of vibrating to the point of feeling double again.

"T-T-Twilight!" Lemon Zest shouted. "It feels so good! But I - I still hate this music! AH!"

Lemon Zest lurched over, cumming again, her juices leaking down her thighs a second time. They coated over the first layer and created a slick, shiny sheen on her pink thighs. The music died down, as if matched to her sexual highs and lows.

"Now are we done?" Lemon Zest. "Please tell me we're done."

"Do you appreciate the taste of others?" Twilight asked.

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Just stop subjecting me to that awful dreck!"

Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're still not getting it."

Lemon Zest's eyes widened when she heard the rock and roll guitars and power riffs again. Twilight wasn't going to get her this time. She knew this trick. This was to lull her into a false sense of comfort and security. Any minute now, Twilight would flip the switch and turn it back into boring Bach with his boring violins and clarinets and blast it into her ears and fill her body with negative vibes instead of the refreshing sense she got from good old rock and roll.
Lemon Zest tensed up. Any minute ... any minute now.

Twilight and Sunset found themselves chairs and sat down. They read newspaper and drank while the rock and roll was set at a comfortable level, enough to hear, but quiet enough to speak over easily.

They sat there for so long Lemon Zest thought they had forgot about her.

Seeking to test the theory, Lemon Zest swung her legs back and forth, trying to touch her feet to the floor.

The minute she did so, Twilight leapt into action, jumping out of her chair, tossing aside the newspaper, and hopping over to the console. She switched it from the rock to Bach, and turned up the volume to 7. Lemon Zest was so startled she tried to jump up into the air, but the leg spreader pulled her back down.

"Twilight! Come on!" Lemon Zest begged.

"What do you think, Twilight?" Sunset said. "Should we call it off?"

Twilight looked at Sunset as if expecting her to decide.

"Your call," Sunset said, waving her hands and expecting Twilight to think for herself.

"Let's do one more," Twilight said. "And let's make it a good one, too."

Twilight turned down the volume, and thus the vibrations in Lemon Zest's body. Lemon Zest was left with a pleasant but largely unsatisfying thrum in her clit.

"Oh come on!" Lemon Zest complained, gesturing a furious hand to the stereos. "It's not enough you make me listen to this awful music string vomit and make me cum, but now you gotta make me edge too!?"

"Yes," Twilight said, grinning crazily. "Yes, I do have to make you edge."

"Ugh," Lemon Zest groaned and rolled her eyes, throwing herself backwards on the horse. "Fine. Fine. Just ... do whatever you want. Just get it over with. Make it end."

"Quit being so dramatic," Twilight said, adjusting a dial. "It's not like I'm hurting you."

The grin Twilight had on her face after saying that worried Lemon Zest to no end.

Lemon Zest yelped. It felt like the clamps around her nipples had just delivered an electric current which hopped from one nipple to the other.

"Oh, great, now I gotta deal ... whatever this is, too!?" Lemon Zest said.

"Remember, you and the Shadowbolts did agree to this!" Sunset said, though she sounded worried and more she was trying to reassure herself rather than Lemon Zest.

"That's right," Twilight said. "You agreed to this."

"I'm not sure that what I agreed to includes being experimented on like some science project,"

Lemon Zest said, looking down at her breasts for any sign of more electric currents.

"W-what is that?" Lemon Zest asked, turning her head back and forth to search the room. "What is that noise?"

"I don't hear anything," Twilight said.

"You can't hear it?" Lemon Zest asked. "It's ... little voices. It sounds like ... Oh no. Oh, come on, you gotta be kidding me!"

The Bach piece was now accompanied by vocals. German opera, if Lemon Zest had to guess.

"Why?" Lemon Zest whined, squeezing her eyes shut. "Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"I thought we already answered that question?" Twilight said.

"Twilight," Sunset said, "she seems really upset by this. Maybe we should stop?"

Twilight looked back and forth between Lemon Zest and Sunset Shimmer, as if torn between an instinct to obey Sunset's suggestion and the desire to inflict further torture and revenge upon Lemon Zest for subjecting Twilight to her tunes.

Twilight hung her head and sighed. She came to a compromise solution. "One more orgasm, and then we'll stop. Sound all right by you, Sunset Shimmer?"

"All right," Sunset said. She pointed a finger and narrowed her eyes at Twilight. "But just one. No more."

"Just one," Twilight agreed. She fiddled with the controls, then stroked at her chin. "I have an idea. Come on."

At Twilight's urging, Sunset followed her and the two of them left the room, leaving Lemon Zest alone.

Lemon Zest looked cautiously around the room, not sure if the two of them were really gone.
She made an attempt to wiggle herself off the wooden construct, but another electric shock ran through her nipples and discouraged the idea.

"Yowch!" Lemon Zest cried out. She looked down at her much-abused breasts. "I never realized Twilight Sparkle of all people could be so ... so extra. Huh?"

Lemon Zest looked around the room again, even though what she was now trying to confirm was hearing-based.

The music had stopped. Completely. It was all gone. There was no Bach, violins, harps, or rock and roll guitars, or anything in between. It was total silence.

"Twilight?" Lemon Zest called out. She was an extrovert and a loud party rocker - silence made her uneasy in a way she could not, ironically, put into words. "Sunset Shimmer? Anyone? Come on, girls. Don't leave me here all alone. I don't like being alone with all this ... quiet."

Lemon Zest shivered, teeth chattering. Maybe she was imagining it and it was all in her head, but the room seemed to grow colder as it grew quieter.

"Come on, girls!" Lemon Zest shouted again. "Say something! Anything! Even it's something like, 'oh gee wow, Lemon Zest, you should really stop complaining and let me take out my anger on you!' I'd settle for that."

She received no answer.

Before, Lemon Zest had loved the stereos Sunset owned. There were so large and so loud they'd be perfect for a rave or a rock and roll concert, plus Sunset had this other sound equipment like the tweeter and subwoofers and more to catch some of the more subtle sounds in rock and roll than a simple loudspeaker would have been capable of catching and recreating accurately. But now ... now their largeness seemed imposing and frightening. These massive metallic structures, towers made as a tribute and testament to the wonders of sound, and they were so so quiet.

An endless mesh covered the front of a speaker, full of tiny microfibers intended to receive signals and then recreate the vibrations of sound at the loudest volumes possible. And now it remained still as a statue, immobile and inaudible. It made Lemon Zest think of a bottomless pit or a black hole.

Desiring something, anything to take the edge off, Lemon Zest rocked back and forth, hoping it would creak and fill the room with something for her listen to.

No such luck. The wooden horse was as quiet as everything else in the room.

"Twilight? Sunset?" Lemon Zest called. "Okay, girls, you can stop now. Jump out from behind the speaker and yell 'boo!' or whatever it is you're planning on doing! I'm ... I'm scared now, all right? Girls? Girls?"

What was that damn safe word again? I can’t remember. Cloak-a? Clocker?

Lemon Zest squeaked and whined. She shivered again, this time not out of an imagined coldness, but real fear.

"Ugh!" Lemon Zest tore at her hair. "I can't take it anymore!"

Lemon Zest wiggled and tried to break free of her restraints. She rubbed her wrists against each other and swung the leg spreader back and forth.

There was a beep like a forklift turning on, and the latches on the leg spreader came undone, allowing Lemon Zest an increased freedom in her movement.

Taking a risk, Lemon Zest tilted over to one side and set her foot down on the floor. This time no electric shock came. She jerked her other leg, tilting inch by inch until she fell off the horse and hit the floor, only to spring right back up to her feet.

Lemon Zest raised an eyebrow at this. Hands still tied, she tried to scrape the things clipped onto her nipples off by pushing her chest against the edge of the wooden horse block, but they wouldn’t budge no matter how she pushed.

"Guess I'll just have to get Sour Sweet to saw it off or something," Lemon Zest mused, rolling
her eyes.

She put another foot on the floor and held steady for a moment, waiting for a trap to spring, but none did.

"Okay," Lemon Zest said. "Girls, I'm leaving! Is that okay with you? I'm doing it anyway!" Lemon Zest shook her head. "Wish I could remember the safeword ..."

Lemon Zest made her way towards the stairs, keeping an eye on the room and watching out for any traps. As she was unable to remove the cords attached to her body with her hands tied, she simply continued walking with them still attached.

Lemon Zest reached the base of the stairs. She stepped up one, waited, then stepped up the second.

Something about this didn't feel right, but Lemon Zest couldn't place a finger on exactly what it was. She'd been stopped the last two times she tried to get off the horse. What was different about this time? Did Twilight and Sunset go upstairs to bang and, in the throes of their ecstasy, forget about her?

Lemon Zest took another step and the cords attached to her went taut and pulled her back. She turned around and saw the cords were still attached to the horse.

Damn, Lemon Zest thought. She'd been expecting the cords to simply release and fall off once she got far enough away and stretched them out enough.

"Come on, you! I'm leaving this place and you're coming with me!" Lemon Zest continued walking up the stairs, using her cords to tow the wooden horse. It made a horrible scraping noise against the floor as Lemon Zest dragged it, but the more she thought about, the more Lemon Zest decided she preferred it over the sound of Bach.

Lemon Zest grunted and hauled the horse behind her as she went up the stairs. She wasn't sure how she would get the horse up the stairs, but she wanted to get herself out of the basement first before worrying about this. Maybe she was pulling a Rube Goldberg and making this more complicated than it needed to be.

Looking at the wooden horse again made Lemon Zest rethink her previous thought. The thing was big and shaped like a bench. Even if it was light enough for her to lift by herself, it would probably be too awkward to handle and require at least two people to haul it by the edges. Besides, her hands were tied behind her back.

With that thought in mind, Lemon Zest felt it reasonable to continue pulling on the horse rather than try something else.

She made it to the top of the stairs, dragging the uncomfortable weight behind her, and halted. Getting up the stairs with the horse weighing her down and pulling against her most sensitive areas had left her out of breath and panting in a mix of exhaustion and arousal.

Lemon Zest groaned again. Sunset's windows were opened. Lemon Zest was normally pretty open-minded about getting freaky and wild, but she hated the idea of someone seeing her - one of her fellow Shadowbolts that she could loosely call a friend - seeing her, and needing to explain to them why she looked like she just escaped a top secret government research facility, being all naked and covered in wires and cords.

Right at the exact moment Lemon Zest took another step towards freedom, sounds came from the basement again. Loud rock and roll blared up through the basement and into the house, making the floor vibrate beneath Lemon Zest's feet.

"Oh no you don't!" Lemon Zest snapped. "You're not going to get me that easily!" She would not go back into the basement. She would not fall for the siren song of her beloved rock and roll. She was getting out of here, hobby horse and all. She'd get some pliers or scissors, maybe a chainsaw, to cut the cords, then she'd put her clothes on, go back home, then settle in to listen to some Led Zeppelin while loafing in a bean bag chair.

At least, that's what she thought, before a mechanical grabber arm dropped out a panel in the ceiling and pinched the cords, dragging Lemon Zest back, winding up like a winch wheel, dragging her through the air and back down the stairs with an elastic speed, and reattaching her to the wooden horse, which in of itself was snapped back to its original position by a similar winding cord.

Bach blared through the sound systems, the tools on Lemon Zest's body all vibrated furiously, and Lemon Zest's snatch winked as the vibrator inside rumbled.

Before, Lemon Zest had felt double. Now she felt quintuple, like she was in five places at once, there were five wooden horses, and five sets of speakers. She closed her eyes. The quintuple vision was giving her a headache.

The bass and the treble in the Bach piece was emphasized, and with it, more electric shocks to
her nipples which stung, but also felt oddly pleasurable in their numbing effect, in much the same way an illegal substance that numbs one's body is pleasurable.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ah! Eee!" Lemon Zest squealed and squeaked and whined from the stimulation. There were so many things happening to her body at once she couldn't keep track of them all. Electricity going into her nipples, vibratons in her butt and her clit, the wooden horse rattling, digging into her cunt and making it wink and leak while her body shook.

Lemon Zest felt the edge of a climax coming. As she did, the sound equipment grounded to a dead halt.

"What?" Lemon Zest whined. "Come on! No fair!"

She regretted her protest, as the Bach piece started right back up, shaking and quaking her body with an assault of vibrations and violins, pumping her cunt with the toy inserted there and bringing her up right to the edge, and then stopping again.

Lemon Zest collapsed against the head of the hobby horse, panting and out of breath once more.

"Yeah ..." Lemon said. "Yeah, okay. I see how it is. You get me up just to the edge, then you stop, edge, stop. I get it."

The fact she cottoned on seem to be all the permission the machine needed to stop the game and cease toying with her, as it started up the Bach again and vibrated her body, and this time, it did not stop until she came, and she came hard, howling and moaning. Her cunt winked and squirted, shooting an arc of thin cum right over the horse's front and onto the floor, getting it onto some of the wires.

Lemon Zest hoped that would clean up. She didn't want to have to reimburse Sunset for the cost of such large, expensive machines because she couldn't control what direction her squirts went in.

The machines at last satisfied with her performance, the cords detached from Lemon Zest. Lemon Zest fell off the horse and landed on the floor, still panting and with her cunt still leaking cum.

Lemon Zest tilted her head up to see Twilight and Sunset coming down the stairs, though she was oriented in such a way that made it seem like the two of them were walking on the ceiling.
"Waiter, I'll take my my order now," Lemon Zest said, her head a delirious mess after the intensity of what she just experienced. "I want ... monkey ... with a side of pickles, and an ice cream Saturday."

Lemon Zest closed her eyes and passed out. Before she did, she thought she saw Sunset and Twilight giggle, and heard the soothing chimes of a rock and roll guitar coming through the speaker.

Twilight and Sunset removed the bindings on Lemon Zest’s wrists and then lifted her unconscious body up and carried her to the bath to clean her up and wash the cum off her body.

But Twilight's experiment was successful; when Lemon Zest woke a few hours later, she did have a new appreciation for classical music ... even if it wasn't necessarily for its musical value.

Author's Note

So I did want to call this chapter "Vibrating Violating Violins", but, by pure coincidence, the early chapters all had food-themed chapter names, and I've found myself unwilling to break the theme.

It doesn't actually mean anything or foreshadowing or a theme, it's just there.

9/22/18 Edit:
Made some slight edits to the chapter as a result of me and my proofreader missing them the first time.