Let the Music Flow

Octavia toyed uncertainly with the headphones in her hooves. They were a shocking electric blue, and each earpiece bore a black double-eighth note, the same as their owner's cutie mark.

"Vinyl, I'm not sure..." she began.

Vinyl Scratch, her friend and roommate, interrupted her, "C'mon, Tavi! We had a deal! You said that if I went to your concert, that you'd give some of my tunes a try."

Octavia winced. Yes, she had promised Vinyl that. And it would be churlish of her to back out now, when Vinyl had upheld her end of the bargain so admirably. She sighed, closed her eyes, and slipped the headphones over her ears.

Vinyl smiled, almost wickedly, Octavia thought, as she turned on the music. Briefly, Octavia wondered again why her friend had insisted she use headphones. "Gets the sound just right," was all Vinyl would say. Octavia shrugged inwardly. At least it wouldn't disturb the neighbors.

The music began. As Octavia had feared, it was deep, throbbing, and laden with bass. Typical Vinyl fair. But Octavia was a pony of her word, and she grit her teeth and vowed to listen to the whole mess in its entirety.

Half an hour in, however, Octavia found herself tapping her hoof in time with the steady, pulsing beat. She shook herself, trying to shake off the state of torpor she had fallen into. "Relax," a part of her brain told her, "You work hard. Take it easy now and then." She blinked. That was an odd thought. Yes, she did work very hard at her cello, but it had never felt like a burden. Then again... perhaps the voice had a point. Nothing wrong with simply relaxing. Nothing at all...

When Vinyl turned off the music an hour later, Octavia's smile could not be hidden. Not because the music had ended, but because she had actually come to quite enjoy it. It gave her a warm feeling inside somehow, and the bass, which she had always despised in other music, woke something... almost primal, inside her.

"Well...?" Vinyl prompted, cautiously.

"It was... good," returned Octavia, still smiling. "I liked it."

Vinyl's shoulders seemed to loosen with relief, and that same wicked smile returned. "So..." she began, and Octavia might have noticed something strange in her voice then, had she not been feeling so contented. "Want to listen to it again tomorrow night?"

Octavia barely needed to consider. "Of course," she said, "I'll listen again tomorrow night."

Vinyl's wicked smile grew even larger.

* * *

The next evening found Octavia once again sitting on the floor of Vinyl's bedroom, headphones already on. The DJ lay on the bed, watching her carefully. Octavia looked at her expectantly, and with a smile, Vinyl hit the switch.

The steady thump thump thump of the bass came through the headphones, rhythmic and steady, and Octavia felt herself relaxing once again. A smile crept onto her face as she closed her eyes and let the warm feeling spread through her.

As she sat on the floor, enjoying the music, a thought began slowly to form in the back of her mind. She was grateful, she realized, that a pony like Vinyl Scratch was taking the time out of her nights to spend with her. After all, Vinyl was both popular and very attractive...

Octavia's eyes opened in surprise. Where had that last though come from? She looked over to the bed where Vinyl lay, watching her intently. It was true, she realized. Vinyl WAS a very attractive pony. Her coat was gorgeous, and her mane, unkempt as it was, was undeniably alluring in its messiness. And her eyes... her captivating red eyes...

Octavia let out a small moan as the warmth she had been feeling suddenly intensified, concentrating itself between her legs. She closed her eyes, trying not to think of her roommate, but it was no good. She could feel herself dripping onto the carpet, and she was overcome with a hot sense of embarassment and... something else. She bit her lip as her cheeks flushed red. What must Vinyl think of her?

As if on cue, she heard Vinyl stirring on the bed, followed by the sound of hoofbeats coming closer to her. They circled behind her, and without a word, Vinyl pressed herself into Octavia's back.

Octavia moaned again, and shuddered. She felt like she was going to burst with Vinyl so close...

A hoof touched her belly, and then slowly, achingly slowly, traced a path down, as if seeking the source of heat that lay between her legs. Then Vinyl's hoof touched her, and Octavia lost all control. She shuddered violently and cried out in pleasure as Vinyl's touch sent her over the edge.

As the orgasm faded, Octavia pressed herself back into Vinyl's coat. The unicorn's hoof was still there, and after a few long moments, she began to stoke. Gently at first, but each stroke became firmer, more insistant than the last. A steady, rhythmic motion that came in time with the thumping of the bass in her ears.

Thump thump thump
Stroke stroke stroke

Octavia could feel herself tensing up again, the heat welling up inside of her. She was so grateful to Vinyl for this. For showing her this wonderful music, and for taking care of her desires.

She didn't know how many more times she was brought to orgasm that night. At some point though, she simply passed out from exhaustion, but Vinyl's hoof never stopped...

* * *

Octavia came home from practice the next day feeling utterly exhausted, in mind and body. She knew that the night before had been rigorous, but she could not recall precisely why. Only that it had something to do with Vinyl. She supposed that she had been talked into drinking. Those nights did tend to conclude with her waking up exhausted, although the feeling in her head was different than any hangover she'd had before. It was considerably more... pleasant?

She was almost to her bedroom door, having deposited her cello in the living room, when she heard a sound behind her. Vinyl's own bedroom door had just opened, and the unicorn was beckoning her to come in.

Octavia sighed. She was exhausted, she wanted sleep badly. But, she had to see what Vinyl wanted first.

"Why?" a distant part of her seemed to ask, but she pushed the thought aside as she walked dutifully into Vinyl's bedroom.

"Sit," said Vinyl, by way of greeting.

Octavia noted that Vinyl was giving her orders. That wasn't right, was it? Still, she sat down on the floor as instructed.

"Good girl," said Vinyl, with a grin.

Octavia smiled at the praise even as that same, distant part of her mind told her that something was wrong.

"Now," said Vinyl, as she trotted over to where Octavia sat, levitating the headphones beside her. "I figured out how to make the effects permanent, finally. Was actually pretty simple once I figured it out. Hindsight, ya know?"

Octavia wasn't listening. She was staring at the headphones as something stirred in her mind. "I... I can't..." she managed to say.

Vinyl froze. "What? You can't what?"

The earth pony blinked, and the world seemed to come more sharply into focus. "I can't... listen to music. I have practice tomorrow, and I need to get some rest."

Vinyl considered her for a moment before she responded, "Sure you can. And you're gonna."

Octavia felt herself nodding even as she managed to say, "No, really... I'll be kicked out of the orchestra if I don't..."

"Then quit," said Vinyl flatly.

"W-what?!" Octavia gaped at her roommate as something in her brain slid into place. "I can't quit, Vinyl! That's my career! Are you insane?"

Vinyl shrugged, "You can still play gigs and stuff, just quit the orchestra. I make enough to cover us both."

Octavia simply stared for a minute, then she stood up and headed for the door.

She had almost reached it when it was enveloped in a field of magic, and slammed shut. The deadbolt slid into place with a thunk. It was a magic-operated device, and as an earth pony, Octavia had no way of opening it. She turned, very slowly, to glare at her roommate.

"What," she asked, as calmly as she could, "Do you think that you are doing, Vinyl?"

The DJ simply stared at her, her horn glowing softly. Octavia, intent on glaring at Vinyl, didn't notice the headphones magically floating up behind her. She had no idea they were there until they clamped down over her ears.

Octavia jumped in surprise, but the headphones stayed firmly in place. She reached up her hoof to yank them off... and froze. The music was back. The steady, pulsing bass, and the voice. The voice had been there before, but she hadn't realized it. This time, though, it was a different voice, and she noticed. This time, the voice was Vinyl's.

"Relax," said the voice, "Relax, and do whatever I tell you."

"Put your hoof down, Tavi."

Octavia could hear Vinyl, the REAL Vinyl, even through the music and the voice coming through the headphones. Slowly, against her will, she lowered her hoof.

"Good girl," repeated Vinyl, and this time, Octavia felt a definite jolt of pleasure at the words. Her body began to heat up as she stared in confusion at Vinyl.

Vinyl motioned her to come closer, and Octavia felt herself walking over, as though she were a passenger in her own body. She opened her mouth, but she found that she was having trouble forming thoughts. All she managed to say was, "I hear you in the music..."

Vinyl grinned at that. "Yep!" she said, triumphantly, "The unicorn who enchanted the other music did it as a laugh. The effects weren't meant to last long after the music stopped. But yours truly figured out a way to make it more permanent." She beamed, "Cool, huh?"

Octavia nodded, then caught herself. "But... you're trying to... control me...?"

"Not trying. Long as that music's going, you've gotta do whatever I say," she said with another wicked grin. "And, the way I figure it, you'll be stuck that way for good after about an hour."

Octavia shook her head. She was strong. She was independent. She had to fight this...

"Stop worrying about it," Vinyl commanded.

Octavia stopped worrying about it. Her expression, which had been tense moments before, relaxed. Her eyes unfocused as she looked to Vinyl expectantly.

"Much better!" said Vinyl approvingly. "Hey, I should make 'don't worry' a permanent thing for you. Right after 'Obey Vinyl'. Sound good?"

"It sounds very good," replied Octavia. And it did. Vinyl had said it, and everything Vinyl said was good. The voice in the music told her so.

"Oh yeah? So you like 'Obey Vinyl', too?"

This was an easy question, even in her befuddled state. The voice in the music was very clear on this.

"Yes. I must obey Vinyl."

Vinyl's smile grew even wider. "Good."

With that, the unicorn turned and trotted over to the bed with an exaggerated swaying of her hips. Octavia watched every sway, her breath coming in ragged pants as she suddeny realized she was very, very hot.

Vinyl reached the bed and turned, noting with satisfaction the state Octavia was in. She sat herself on the bed, and spread her hindlegs invitingly.

Octavia stared hungrily between Vinyl's legs. Vinyl was such a beautiful pony, and down there was no exception. The voice in the music told her how much she wanted Vinyl, and she could no longer deny it.

"So..." cooed Vinyl, teasingly, "Tomorrow, you'll call up the orchestra and resign?"

Octavia hesitated for only a moment, as the voice in her mind cried out in protest. And then it was gone, swept away by the thumping of the bass, the last of her resistance. She nodded.

"Perfect," said Vinyl, with satisfaction, "Well, that takes care of all the boring stuff. But we've still got about an hour to kill. Why don't you come over here and satisfy your new mistress?"

Octavia hadn't realized she had been panting. Her saliva dripped onto the floor, along with the juices flowing from between her own hindlegs. At Vinyl's words, she walked across the room on wobbly legs, and sat down before her 'mistress'.

Vinyl laid back on the bed, closing her eyes, as Octavia leaned forward, burying her snout between Vinyl's thighs. The DJ gave a moan of pleasure as the cellist's tongue began to caress her.

* * *

It was many hours later when they finally stopped, and Vinyl removed the headphones from Octavia's ears with some slight trepidation.

But her worries were for nothing. She was a unicorn of some skill, after all, and music was her special talent.

Octavia, for her part, worried about nothing. Her happiness was in serving Vinyl. And she knew would continue to serve... forever.