A Different Kind of Music...

A Different Kind of Music...

Chapter 9

Musical Games…

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As the three mares walked through the mansion towards Vinyl’s personal wing, both Octavia and Fiddlesticks couldn't help but gawk at the multitude of pictures, artwork, and, quite frankly, horrifyingly clashing color schemes throughout the building. Finally, Fiddlesticks couldn't help but stop at a particular nauseatingly looking piece of art.

“What the heck is that? Honestly, who ever made that has got to be the worst painter I have ever seen. Honestly, a four-year-old colt could make a better hoof painting then that!” Fiddlesticks said, sneering at the offending piece of art.

“Well, if you must know… I was actually three when I made that one,” Vinyl Scratch said and looked back with amusement. Fiddlesticks ears flattened against her head as she looked at Vinyl apologetically.

“Oh… ehhh… Sorry, it's very nice… hehe…” Fiddles sighed in defeat. “Okay, ten minutes of certified earth pony back massage and you let me out of this one?” Fiddlesticks finally asked, looking pleadingly back at Vinyl who just shook her head and grinned. Octavia meanwhile couldn’t help but giggle at Fiddlesticks predicament where she now stood observing them.

“Oh, don't worry. I know it's a piece of crap, but mom likes it so here it hangs right next to a priceless painting by Vincent van Trot!” Vinyl said with a laugh and continue down the hallway.

“I am honestly surprised, Vinyl. I thought with parents like Photo Finish and Hoity Toity there would be a lot more, let's say, tasteful interior alternatives present. Especially considering who your father is...” Fiddlesticks wondered out loud as she walk past another particularly mind-boggling sculpture that seemed to twist in on itself over and over again.

“Yeah, you’d think… Although, we are in Mom’s part of the house so that explains a lot. It was pretty obvious early on that they couldn't agree on a single item for it. Mom got half of the house and Dad took the other and they each did what they wanted to their own side. Once I came along, they just added the wing to what was already there and let me go to town on it myself,” Vinyl explained as if this was commonplace.

“Wait… so you got to do whatever you wanted to it, even as a child?” Octavia wondered a bit perplexed.

“Yeah… I was such a spoiled brat. You have no idea… They started to realize their mistake as I grew up, but what really hammered it home for them was when I discovered electronic music, dubstep and all of that stuff,” Vinyl said, cringing a bit at the memory.

“What happened? It couldn’t have been that bad, right?” Fiddlesticks asked. Vinyl just sighed as they walked on. Just when Octavia and Fiddlesticks thought she would not answer, Vinyl spoke up.

“Yeah, it was bad… I wanted some equipment to start being a DJ with and when I asked for them... it was the first time my parents said no to me. I didn’t react well,” Vinyl said hesitantly, looking away from the two sisters with a frown on her face.

“What did you do, if I may ask?” Octavia said, leaning in and nuzzling Vinyl lovingly while Fiddle carefully nuzzled the downcast unicorn’s other shoulder reassuringly. Vinyl looked back at them with a sad little smile.

“Well, when Mom and Dad said no I was just furious. At least, until I remembered I already had some money; a bank check I was supposed to present to some ponies later that month at some boring event. So, I just used the money to build my recording studio instead… It was brilliant. I mean, mom and dad already thought the money was spent so they would never know, I got what I wanted and all I had to do was not show up at some boring banquet later and none would be the wiser.” Vinyl’s head fell lower as she closed her eyes. “I was such a foal… greedy, selfish and completely absorbed in my own happiness. And this was just a year and a half before I was supposed to start college, too!” Vinyl said, disdain clearly showing for her own earlier actions.

“Well, it turned out that money was supposed to start an orphanage in Manehattan… I had used the money that would have kept over fifty colts and fillies off the freezing streets of Manehattan the next winter on a recording studio. I stole from the homeless. No! Homeless foals!!” Vinyls yell echoed down the long hall making Octavia and Fiddlesticks flinch at the sudden outburst. “And not only that, but when I was finally confronted by my parents for what I had done, I didn't even feel remorse! I was still angry at them, shouted furiously for giving money to some other foals when there were things their own daughter wanted to do that were more important! And that's when I crossed the line even for what my mom and dad could forgive me for, I guess… I have never seen them so angry and disappointed before or since in my life,” Vinyl said as a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks were now looking at Vinyl with a mixture of feelings that strongly clashed with each other. On one side, they felt really sorry for Vinyl since she was standing in front of them almost crying, and on the other side Vinyl was telling them she had more or less stolen from orphans in terrible need.

“They just stood there, staring at me for several seconds. Then they ordered Impeccable to bring the chariot around. I didn't understand what was happening as they brought me out and started driving off with me. Not until we were well out of Canterlot did I realize we were heading for Manehattan. Finally, we arrived outside of a very rundown orphanage late next day; the very orphanage that the money was supposed to replace. I was, of course, being even more of an annoying brat then ever. I was determined not to let them influence my justifiable anger at them. I thought they were just going to show me around to make me feel bad, but I had no idea what they were really planning,” Vinyl said with a smirk on her face. “Damn, they really did some top notch parenting that day.”

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In Manehattan some years ago…

A very annoyed Vinyl was shoved through the doors of the 107th Street Orphanage by Photo Finish and Hoity Toity. Vinyl observed her surroundings in disdain; the building was very rundown and obviously leaking at several places. Vinyl pointedly did not even dignify the children looking back at her curiously with as much as nod to acknowledge they existed. Her father had immediately been greeted by a very overwhelmed headmaster of the orphanage. She was a grizzly old earth pony who looked to be two hundred and fifty years old, at least. And she smells funny, as well, Vinyl realized and felt even more revulsion for the place.

Her dad had led the old mare away to what was apparently her office while Photo Finish stayed with Vinyl and the children, who were now gathering around them, excitedly asking her mother a lot of questions Vinyl didn't really pay attention to it, as she was busy trying to avoid the little horrors closing in around her. Finally, her father emerged again with the faded-pink old mare. Her mane and tail were crystal white and, as she get closer, Vinyl could see a golden heart cutie mark on her withered old flank.

“Here she is, Miss Golden Heart. I hope she will serve you well until the new orphanage can be opened. And I am terribly sorry for the delay with the funds. It will hopefully not be delayed more than three months if everything works out as we hope. But don't worry, we will be sending extra food and blankets in the meanwhile. Still, we hope you and your lovely children will be able to bring in their friends off the streets and celebrate Hearth's Warming Eve together at the new, and much warmer, orphanage,” Hoity Toity said apologetically.

“Well, don't worry about that Mr. Hoity Toity. We have survived here for many years now, so a few more months will not make a difference in the end. The new orphans we have taken in, since we thought we would be able to accommodate them, will just have to squeeze in wherever we can find space until the new orphanage opens,” Golden Heart said with a cheerful smile. “And again, thank you. Your generosity knows no bounds.” Then she started examining Vinyl quite curiously before nodding in approval.

“Even if she has no experience helping out around an orphanage, the mere fact she is a unicorn will help greatly. I actually have two unicorn fillies in desperate need of someone to show them the basics of magic at the moment, something I cannot do myself. And three more when the new children arrive in two months, so she will at least be able to help with that if nothing else,” Golden Heart said, looking sternly at Vinyl, who looked back at her completed dumbfounded.

“Wait… what?” Vinyl sputtered out, not comprehending at all what was happening.

“Well then… I guezz it'z time for me and your father to leave you to your work, Vinyl. Zorry for the inconvenience again, Mizz Golden Heart. And don't hezitate to make uze of Vinyl’z talentz anyway you can. Even if it turns out zhe can only help you by cleaning up around here, then at leazt let her do that for you. Zhe'z here for you and your children’s benefit, Mizz Golden Heart… az well az her own,” Photo Finish said sadly, and started heading for the door with Hoity Toity. Vinyl just stared at her parents for a second before starting to sprint after them.

“Wait! Wait!!!” she screamed and burst through the doors of the orphanage, out onto the streets of Manehattan. She screeched to a halt in front of the chariot that would take her parents back home to Canterlot again. The door slammed shut in front of her and her father leaned out of the open window.

“YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME HERE, DAD!!!” Vinyl screeched in absolute horror.

“Oh? Why not? Didn't you say the children here didn't need anything? That must mean you will be perfectly happy staying here with them until they are setup at the new orphanage. And Miss Golden Heart can surely use your help, being as understaffed as she is,” Hoity Toity said, looking sternly down at his daughter who just looked back at him, mouth hanging open.

“No! You can do this I have, umm… School! What about school!!!” Vinyl Scratch yelled adamantly, thinking she had found a way out of her parent’s plans of abandon her in this hellhole.

“Oh, don't worry. We know how annoying you found your old teachers, so we're working on transferring you to the public school down here in Manehattan for the rest of the school year. Whenever you come back, I'm sure you'll be able to catch up with your private lessons and whatever you missed while you were here,” Hoity Toity said calmly as he bumped the roof of the chariot, signaling for them to start rolling.

Vinyl started sprinting alongside the wagon yelling how sorry she was and that she wouldn't do it again, as long as they didn't leave her here. Since she wasn't watching where she was going, it didn't take long before she's stumbled and face planted on the pavement. Rising groggily to her hooves, Vinyl Scratch watched helplessly as her parents disappeared off into the traffic of Manehattan, tears running down her face.

****

“Wow… They really just left you there crying on the street? That's pretty harsh… Although, considering what you had done, I can’t really say you didn't deserve it… still, wow.” Fiddlesticks said, a bit overwhelmed by the story.

“Yes, but… How old were you then Vinyl, sixteen? Mom barely let us outside of the house at that age, never you mind leaving us alone and abandoned on the streets of Manehattan,” Octavia said rather heatedly.

“Oh I wasn't alone; Miss Golden Heart really took me in and taught me what I needed to know about life in the big city. Of course, I was a bitch about it in the beginning, working against her every step of the way. I even managed to hitchhike back home to Canterlot twice. But, each time, Mom and Dad just drove me straight back again. After the second time, I got the message. And… after a month or so it was just impossible not to get quite attached to some of the crazy little fillies and colts back there, I mean I'm still friends with Liberty Bell and Red June even today,” Vinyl Scratch said, a far-off look in her eyes and a happy little smile on her face. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks smiled at this. Vinyl shook her head to clear it before turning around with a smirk.

“So, if not for your time at the orphanage you wouldn't be the mare you are today then?” Octavia asked.

“Nope, I think I would be just like your mom, if not worse… Umm, no offense.”

“Trust me, none taken,” Fiddlesticks mumbled, before looking at the door they had stopped next to. “Hey Vinyl, what does Ongecrkoo mean?” she asked pointing to the door.

Vinyl laughed and shook her head.“It’s pronounced ‘Ongaku’, and it means music. Speaking of that, why don't we go in here?” Vinyl said and pushed open a door with a big musical note on the front. Octavia and Fiddlesticks immediately followed, but stopped as their jaws almost hit the floor when they got inside. Before them lay a musical room of which they had never seen the likes of before. There were many many classical instruments of all kinds, drums, electric guitar and some strange instruments Octavia and Fiddlesticks didn't even recognize. There were also a lot of microphones and electronic equipment set up outside and inside of a booth in one corner of the room.

It quickly dawned on them that this was the room Vinyl had used the orphanage money to build all those years ago. The very room she had built to send her down the path of becoming the mare she was today. Vinyl stood in front of them and grinned back.

“Come on, let's have some fun! It's been such a long time since I've been in here. I don't even know if everything still works,” Vinyl said enthusiastically and trotted into the room almost like a giddy little filly, while Octavia and Fiddlesticks followed a bit more carefully.

However, it didn't take long before Fiddlesticks had found a violin of exceptional quality for her to use, while Octavia muttered after finding a very strange looking electronic contrabass standing beside the drum set.

“What is this monstrosity?” Octavia wondered out loud.

“Wait! Okay!!! No… What in Tartars… Ah there is! Okay, try playing it now!” Vinyl Scratch yelled from inside the control booth in the corner.

Octavia looked apprehensively at the electronic contrabass. With a snort, she rose up behind the instrument, being careful to find a proper balance in regards to this new contrabass, which was quite frankly only a stick with four strings on it. A stylized brass frame gave the impression of having the actual outlining of the contrabass resonant body but really didn't serve any purpose at all except estatik.

A bit reluctantly, Octavia picked up the bow and made herself ready. Slowly, she drew the first couple of notes of Beethooves ninth symphony and a surprisingly rich contrabass sound emitted from all the speakers around the music room, more or less drowning Octavia and Fiddlesticks in the overwhelming feeling of it all. Fiddlesticks tried to match Octavia on the fiddle, but was quite easily drowned out to her quite visible annoyance.

“Wait a minute, Fiddles!” Vinyl called out through the speakers. A second later, a cord wrapped in Vinyl Scratch’s blue magic connected to a socket Fiddlesticks hadn't noticed on the end of the fiddle she was holding.

“Okay. Go ahead, Fiddles!” Vinyl encouraged and Fiddlesticks started playing. This time, her violin easily matched Octavia’s contrabass.

“Hmm… Still not quite right…” Vinyl's voice could be heard through the speakers. With a few quick adjustments, half of the speakers were only playing Octavia’s contrabass and the other half Fiddlesticks’ violin, making both sound much more clear and deep since the speakers now didn't have to produce both sounds at once.

“Okay, let me just… there we go… and on… perfect!” Octavia and Fiddlesticks could hear Vinyl mutter through the speakers just before she emerged from the control booth grinning widely. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks had stopped playing as they watched Vinyl look around for something she could play herself. She quickly walked over to the piano and set up a microphone above it before running into the control room again.

When she emerged for the second time, she walked up to the two stunning mares still standing confidently on their hind legs with the respective instruments at the ready.

“What do you guys say we just jam for a while? And do whatever… pops into our heads?” Vinyl wondered while she dreamily looked at Octavia’s much toned flank. With a quick glance to the side, she could see that Fiddlesticks’ flanks were quite equally toned as a result of standing on her hind legs alone for prolonged periods of time while performing. She looked back at Octavia following her curves with rapt attention. A little shiver went through Vinyl at the thought of-

“Vinyl… you are drooling dear,” Octavia said with a little giggle and a bit of a flush on her face. Vinyl quickly swallowed and shook her head.

“Sorry, just… Is it hot in here?” Vinyl said and quickly moved over to the piano trying to act cool. Octavia and Fiddlesticks look that each other with knowing smirks at where Vinyl’s thought had most likely been.

As the three of them started playing, it quickly became apparent that all three of them knew what they were doing. Although Vinyl wasn't completely up to scratch on her piano playing anymore, it was only because of the much trained ears listening that they could tell. A normal pony would never have noticed Vinyl’s very few mistakes.

After a little while, Octavia found that Fiddlesticks somehow had ended up standing next to her. And she immediately knew what was coming next. Octavia glanced over at her sister who met her gaze with a mischievous smile. Then, as she was in the middle of a good flow, Fiddlesticks ‘accidentally’ bumped her flak into Octavia’s making her have to catch herself, which she did flawlessly without even losing her flow in the music. In the next instance, Octavia retaliated with an exuberant draw the bow which connected the bow strings pointy end right in the side of Fiddlesticks torso, electing a little grunt. But Fiddlesticks also continued on without losing control even for a second, smirking back at her sister for failing to make her lose her rhythm. They both started to plan out what to do next to try and trip up there sibling and eternal rival.

“What are you guys doing?” the two sisters heard Vinyl ask, perplexed where she was now sitting at the piano looking over them.

“Oh, nothing! Just a bit of a sisterly grudge match that evolved into a friendly game between us. We always try to trip each other up while with play just to make it a bit more fun while we are practicing,” Fiddlesticks proclaimed happily.

“Yes, it's actually really been helpful. You wouldn't believe the kind of stuff that goes on in an orchestra when somepony wants your place, or if they have a friend they believe deserves it more,” Octavia said, smirking as she remembered all the times some fellow orchestra member had tried to trip her up during a performance, only for the reflexes she had gained by her sister always doing something unexpected to kick in, rescuing her from making a fool of herself.

“Really? Never would have thought… So, how far have you two gone when it comes to distracting the other?” Vinyl Scratch wondered and swivelled around so she faced the two mares, who continued to play while they looked for openings in each other's defenses.

“We have done everything you could imagine I believe. I remember this one time Fiddlesticks actually let out a snake beside me while I was playing,” Octavia answered and looked angrily over at her sister.

“Ahh… You still haven't forgiven me for that? You didn't lose your tempo for more than a tenth of a second, so it couldn't have been that bad,” Fiddlesticks shot back with a wide grin, knowing fully well that Octavia really hated snakes. A load ‘hmph’s was all Fiddlesticks got in answer.

“So, anything goes?” Vinyl wondered while smiling devilishly. Both Fiddlesticks and Octavia now watched Vinyl with a bit of worry.

“Well, yeah… Basically. Why?” Fiddlesticks asked.

“Cool! I'm in!” Vinyl Scratch said as she stood up and started walking over towards the two very worried, but still playing, mares. As she arrived, Vinyl looked up at either one of them.

“So, just let me get this straight, I can tickle you? Pinch you? Caress you? Do whatever I want to either of you, and, as long as you keep playing, you're still in the game?” Vinyl wondered innocently.

Octavia looked questioningly over towards Fiddlesticks, and as their eyes narrowed at each other in challenge the decision was made.

“Yes…” They both said at once.

Vinyl couldn't stop grinning as she slowly started prowling around the two incredibly wonderful, sleek, sexy-

Oh, by the heavens! Should I thank you, Luna, for this or is it good old Celestia at work here… HO! Of course! Thank you Discord for this… this… wonderful game that has been brought to my attention on this most glorious of days! Vinyl Scratch thought dreamily as she drank in every curve on the two sister’s heavenly bodies.

Finally, she sat down behind them and looked up at them from this most agreeable of angles. Neither Octavia or Fiddlesticks could now see her since they had to stand in front of her and had to continue concentrating on their playing. Slowly, Vinyl reached out and caressed Octavia’s lower back tentatively. She could feel a little shiver run through Octavia, but, aside from that, nothing happened. Smiling cheekily, she moved over to do the same to Fiddlesticks, who reacted in much the same way…

Clearly, this call for something more… Vinyl Scratch thought, but continued her ministration of caressing both Octavia and Fiddlesticks backs at the same time while figuring out her next move.

Finally, she settled on some good old tickling… of a kind. She stood up on her hind legs next to Octavia and slowly started kissing her down her neck and then out onto the shoulder, earning Vinyl her first little distracted hum from Octavia. Satisfied with the result Vinyl leaned over and repeated the process with Fiddlesticks, noticing that she had more trouble keeping her instrument steady under this ministration.

Well, she does have to keep her instrument pinned with her cheek… so this wasn't really a fair test between the two of them. I'll have to think about that from now on, Vinyl thought tentatively as she dropped down to all four hooves again.

Looking around herself, she wondered if there was something else she could use on the two sisters to make them falter in the playing without outright knocking them over: that would just be boring. Then an idea entered her head, and, with much eagerness, she headed off towards the control room leading two very surprised looking mares behind her. As she entered, her eyes immediately locked on the little fridge at the back of the room. Hoping against hope, she walked over and opened it.

“Bingo was his name…” Vinyl whispered to herself and smiled widely. Good old Impeccable. Of course he would remember to restock the fridge for her the minute she walked in the door. She grabbed two small water bottles with freshwater from the high mountains. Just as she was about to close the door, something caught her eye. She opened the fridge again.

Hmmm… Maybe later… Vinyl Scratch thought, but opted to close the fridge door… for now. As she walked back, she made sure to hide what she had collected from Octavia and Fiddlesticks. As she took up her position behind them, she passed for a few seconds to once again just soak in the view.

“So, ladies… We really need to establish what counts as stopping to play before we continue any further.” Vinyl said authoritatively.

“Well, in the past, it counts if we lose ourselves for more than a second,” Fiddlesticks answered.

“So, one thousand and one, and, if you're not playing at the end of that, you're out?” Vinyl deduced.

“Correct, if we can’t continue the number we are playing within a second we forfeit the game.” Octavia confirmed.

“Perfect! And just for clarification once again… There is nothing I can’t do?” Vinyl asked for the second time. She could see a slight shiver ran through both Octavia and Fiddlesticks.

“Nothing…” Fiddlesticks said in a whisper.

“You can do whatever you want…” Octavia seconded and, once again, Vinyl Scratch could see that elusive shiver run through the both of them. Vinyl just couldn't help but grin like a filly let loose in a candy store.

Slowly, Vinyl lifted the two water bottles into the air and silently opened the caps. Then, with an evil grin, she let them hover just at the start of Octavia’s and Fiddlesticks’ lovely necks, before slowly tipping the two containers so that ice cold water could pour over the backs of the two unsuspecting mares.

Immediately, both Octavia and Fiddlesticks let out shocked cry’s when they felt the cold water pouring down their spines. As it reached their lower backs, the water diverted to flow both down their flanks and cutie marks and start to soak into their luscious tails. When the last drops had left the bottle, Vinyl took in the sites of the now very wet girls in front of her and giggled. But, to the credit of both Octavia and Fiddlestick, neither one of them had stopped playing for more than a tenth of a second, leaving them both still in the game.

“By Luna’s moon, Vinyl! That was freaking cold!” Octavia reprimanded hotly.

“Nothing my sister and I haven't done to each other before, although neither one of us has ever used water from a glacier… Honestly, did you take it out of the deep-freezer or something?” Fiddlesticks wondered while she continued playing a calming little tune.

“Nah… Just out of the fridge in the studio,” Vinyl answered with a smirk while, once again, looking around herself for something a little bit more out-of-the-box she could do. Suddenly, she realized she had something they definitely couldn't have done to each other before lying all around her.

“Yes! Perfect…” Vinyl muttered to herself. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks tried glancing backwards at the now widely grinning Vinyl.

Vinyl reached up and gently pushed both Octavia and Fiddlesticks towards each other forcing them to step closer and closer to each other. Finally, they were standing so close that Octavia’s left leg was crossing Fiddlesticks right leg. And both their flanks were so hmmm tantalizingly close to each other Vinyl actually had to fight the urge to stick her head in between Octavia and Fiddlesticks gorgeous butts and motor boat them.

“Okay girls, ready for the next one?” Vinyl wondered out loud.

“You're not supposed to tell us- WAHHHH!!!” Octavia cried out when suddenly electric cords started snaking their way around her body and legs covered in Vinyl's blue magic aura. It didn't take long before both sisters were tightly bound from the waist down, and strapped into circular hooks on the floor that were supposed to secure heavy speakers or equipment, but now worked absolutely brilliantly as anchors for the two bound together mares instead.

“Vinyl what are you doing?” Fiddlesticks wondered.

“I think you've misunderstood the game dear. You're supposed to trip us up, not make it impossible for us to fall over,” Octavia reprimanded playfully.

“Oh, don't worry! They’re just to make sure you don't run away during the next phase,” Vinyl answered with glee, making both Octavia and Fiddlesticks wonder what the heck they had just gotten themselves into just as Vinyl gave them both a playful whack each on their flanks.

“So… Have you two ever fucked each other?”

SKWEEEEEEKE!!!!

“WHAT!!!” both Octavia and Fiddlesticks cried out as one before remembering that the still had to play.

“Close one! I figured you have both done more or less every physical prank one could do against each other, but let's see what we can do on the mental side instead!” Vinyl said, and started laughing in a ridiculously evil voice.

“HA! HA! Funny!” Octavia said a bit fuming.

“Oh, come on, my little love bunny! Let's play a little truth or… well truth,” Vinyl said while she moved around in front of the two bound mares and continued watching them play.

“Hmmm, maybe…” Octavia said.

“Nice! So have you?” Vinyl continued questioningly. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked over at each other and smiled.

“Sorry to disappoint you’re degraded mind Vinyl, but no. Although, we have actually had sex in the same bed at the same time… Just with different partners,” Octavia said, looking down at her now quivering marefriend.

“Oh, that's so hot… You two in the same bed, all hot and willing would just be mmmm…” Vinyl trailed off.

“Earth to Vinyl! Come back to us, are we losing you? And you are drooling again…” Fiddlesticks said teasingly while she let loose a very happy little piece of music on her fiddle. Vinyl shook her head to clear it.

“Sorry! Sorry! I was just being a bad filly,” Vinyl said teasingly. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks smirked back at her.

Wow, they actually seem to be game for this… Maybe this can go further still? Vinyl mused to herself.

“So then Fiddlesticks…” Vinyl said grabbing Fiddles attention.

“How big is Cazooie down where it really matters?” Vinyl asked with a smile.

“Hmmm… He's quite well equipped, not the biggest I've ever had but he does know how to use it I can tell you that much. His real strength, however, is his extraordinary stamina,” Fiddlesticks said, and winked at Vinyl, who looked a little disappointed with how easily Fiddlesticks answered that.

“Come on, Vinyl. You have to do a lot better to get us off-balance now that we're ready for more saucy questions,” Fiddlesticks pointed out when she noticed Vinyl’s little pout. Immediately, Vinyl put her hoof under her chin and looked like she was thinking extra hard for about a minute or two.

“Who has deep throated the biggest dick between the two of you?” Vinyl wondered as she rose up and started slowly walking around the two sisters. They looked at each other questioningly.

“That is rather hard for us to say,” Octavia answered thoughtfully.

“Yeah… It's not like we've really keep track of each other's gentleman suitors throughout the years, and especially not what they're packing,” Fiddlesticks explained.

“Hmm… Yeah… OH! OH! Wait!!! I’ll be right back!” Vinyl yelled enthusiastically as she sprinted off, and out through the door to the studio, slamming it open as she went. Less than a minute later, Vinyl burst back in with a big black box floating behind her in her telekinetic grip. When she eagerly put it down in front of Octavia and Fiddlesticks, they could both read the sticker on it that proclaimed PRIVATE in big letters.

“Is that…” Octavia said eyes widening.

“Hell yeah! My private stash of stallion based entertainment!” Vinyl proclaimed proudly as she opened the box so the lid still hid what lay inside from the twin sisters. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks were now craning their necks to try and sneak a quick peek. In quick succession, Vinyl Scratch levitated out five dildos of increasingly ridiculous size. Even the smallest one was bigger than Sir Morning Glory.

“Wow… they really are… big,” Octavia murmured.

“So, now you can pick one you think you could deep throat without gagging on!” Vinyl said happily. Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked at the options in front of them.

“Without gagging? Then I think I'll have to go for the smallest one… I was never into blowing stallions off for obvious reasons. Now that I think about it, Sir Morning Glory is the biggest thing I have ever done that particular thing with, mostly to see if I could,” Octavia said and blushed a bit.

“Second largest,” Fiddlesticks said without any hesitation. Octavia's eyes bugged out as she looked at the monstrosity; it was easily eighteen inches long and almost as wide as a hoof in girth.

“WHAT!!!” Octavia exclaimed disbelieving and then hastily started playing again, albeit a bit shakily.

“You go girl! Even I would have trouble getting that baby down!” Vinyl said approvingly as she eyed the black flared head of the dildo hungrily.

“Are you joking! What stallion could possibly have a cock that big!” Octavia said demandingly.

“Do you remember Affero?” Fiddlesticks asked. Octavia felt the name trigger some kind of memory and a dark blue earth stallion with orange mane and tail popped into her head.

“Wait… that little royal scribe that took you to the Grand Galloping Gala one year? No way in Tartarus he's got a dick like that!” Octavia exclaimed. Fiddlesticks just smiled back at her.

“Believe me, I wasn't dating that little fellow because of his small homely stature, but rather his hidden attributes so to speak. That stallion surely had a bit of Zebra in the bloodline somewhere,” Fiddlesticks said with a smirk as she look back at a wide-eyed Octavia.

Suddenly, the two of them heard of slurping sound and turned to see Vinyl in the midst of sucking off the dildo Fiddlesticks had just selected. She craned her head back when she noticed they were both looking and slowly but surely all of the eighteen inches disappear down her throat until the only thing visible was the base of the dildo and the two rubber balls hanging down under the shaft.

SKWEEEEEEKE!!!!

Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks ripped their eyes from Vinyl and continued playing something shakily that kind of resembled music while beginning to squirm quite visibly.

“Mmmm… Still got it!” Vinyl Scratch said with a laugh as soon as she had finished her display.

“Although, I must say I thought I had you two this time,” she continued and clapped her hooves together.

“Wow… that was… hot…” Fiddlesticks uttered and then squirmed even more against the bonds holding her in place, making Vinyl smile deviously.

“Okay then, so you two haven't fucked each other even a little, but you have admittedly had sex in the same bed at the same time… which begs the question, have either of you ever fantasized about doing it with the other in some fashion? And no peeking at each other trying to come to an answer! I know all about twins and you're weird speaking without speaking powers you're all supposed to have! You have to answer on the count of three… One, two, three-”

“No.”

“Yes.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence as both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked at each other, one crimson red and the other with her jaw hanging open. And then Vinyl burst out in a wide grin.

“I win!” she exclaimed into the thundering silence of the studio.

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Syvvak - pre-reader/editor
Fox-Sama - AKA flowmaster