Wireless Connection

"Pinks! How's my favourite party planner?"

Pinkie looked up from her breakfast of cake frosting-filled bismarks and licked her face clean. "Vinyl! Good to see you again! How was last night's gig?"

"Yeah, great, whatever," she brushed off. "Hey, listen, I need a favour. Or more like a lot of favours, but let's start with just the one."

"Hey, I can't keep bailing you out," waved Pinkie. "I'll do what I can, but my clout only reaches so far."

Vinyl shook her head and sat down across from Pinkie. "No, no, nothing like that. Look, I'll even pay for the chair we broke, I'm cool with that. This is something else."

"Oh. Okay. Whatcha have for me?"

Vinyl took off her glasses and looked Pinkie right in the eye. "I need you to find some gigs for Octavia."

"That's it?" Pinkie scoffed. "I thought this would be tricky. Come back at the end of the day, I'll have found her something."

"I don't think you understand," answered Vinyl, leaning forward. "I don't just want a gig for her. She told me last night that she doesn't have the capacity for decent earnings, and it's really starting to bother her. She needs something steadier. So I need you to try to find a market for a fantastic cellist."

Pinkie took a deep breath. "That is a toughie... Consider it done, though." She covered her left eye with her hoof. She was now bound to her word.

Vinyl smiled and put her glasses back on. "Good. Trust me, this is going to make her very happy."

"You know I love happy ponies," smirked Pinkie. "You popped the question yet?"

Vinyl shook her head. "I was going to this weekend, but after hearing how unhappy she was, I figured I should try to fix that right away."

"Good call. Nopony wants to be burdened with thoughts of low self-worth when being proposed to. Kind of flies in the face of the goal. It's hard to feel special when you feel like you have no value."

Vinyl nodded. "Anyway, party went fine, except a hiccup with the hardware, but it only went down for like, ten minutes at most."

Pinkie fell silent for a moment. "So, tell me how you ruined their chair..."

Vinyl flopped onto the bed and slipped her hooves into the restraints Octavia had purchased for her. Steadier work and a steadier paycheck had lifted a lot of Octavia's anxiety, and she felt she could finally start giving back to the household. It had meant a bit of a pay decrease for Vinyl, as Pinkie was having them double up at some events, meaning they would split the payout, but a higher entertainment budget meant that, between the two of them, the amount coming in was higher than before.

In addition to their rent ratio coming closer to equality, now at sixty/forty, their love life had also balanced out a bit. Vinyl had taken to receiving more often, and she certainly felt a touch of what Octavia had been talking about. Even though she liked having her own world rocked by Octavia, it always felt better to know she was the one spreading the joy, making her marefriend shriek in delight.

The restraints were nice and loose. They were less about making sure the recipient stayed still, and more about not falling off the bed. They were something to grip and hold tight to. "Ready."

"Not yet, you're not," smiled Octavia, taking off Vinyl's glasses and setting them on the bedside table. She brought over a blindfold and wrapped it around Vinyl's head. "I want you to really hear this. I want you to really listen to what's happening."

Vinyl felt the smooth surface of the plug slipping up her butt, locking in place as it slid in. "You expect me to be able to concentrate with that thing up there?"

"I expect you to feel the love in every note," answered Octavia. She tapped the microphone with her hoof. "Is it working?"

Vinyl squirmed in her restraints. "Yep. Felt every bit of it."

"You lie," snorted Octavia. "It's still turned off."

With the click of a switch, the microphone was powered up, and a small buzzing was felt by Vinyl as the plug connected wirelessly to the sound system. "What was the name of this piece again?"

"Antponio Vivaldi's "Winter,"" answered Octavia, bringing her cello into position in front of her.

It started with a soft pulsing, the plug vibrating with every rhythmic note Octavia played. This was something Vinyl could put up with for quite a while with no issue.

Then came the vibrato. It wasn't just a basic vibrato, either, it was quick, and it struck on every note. Winter was a fitting name, as it sent chills up Vinyl's spine, and her legs began to tighten against the restraints as they twitched.

Then the slides. As the notes went from higher to lower, the vibrations a soft buzz to a strong rumble, over and over with each iteration. And just like that, it was back to the vibrato, very softly.

Vinyl could feel it now. She'd been playing for just over a minute, and the waves of intensity had crashed over her.

But that wasn't the end. She could feel it building up, dividing down into half beats as everything grew louder and louder.

Then came a high section, buzzing and vibrating as if teasing her. Immediately, the next several beats bounced from high to low, as if pounding into her arse like a hammer. Then it would tease her again before pounding again, a step down and far harder. Then it would tease and pound a third time.

Just as Vinyl was able to brace herself for the teasing of the high section, it changed its pace and tone, flying up above where she had ever expected it to go. She was right on the edge and unable to finish. She stayed there for several measures until, out of nowhere, Octavia suddenly became more intense.

That was it. Within two minutes of starting, Octavia had shattered Vinyl's walls. "I give, I give!" shouted Vinyl. "I'm sorry I called Classical symphonies calming and relaxing!"

Octavia chuckled. "And don't you forget it."