It was a normal Monday in Canterlot, save for two very small but important details: first was the fact that it was currently Canterlot High’s spring break, so almost every teenager in Canterlot was either at home procrastinating and putting off all of the homework they had been assigned on Friday, making bad decisions that they’ll regret Tuesday morning, or they were out with their friends spending hard earned money from their part-time jobs.

And secondly, there was Canterlot High’s own prodigy DJ, Vinyl Scratch, who was currently in her apartment which was shaking from the kick of the bass that was keeping time to one of her new techno-dance compositions. She was bobbing her head to the beat as she stood at her turntables, mixing in audio samples to go with the song.

Because of the extremely loud volume of Vinyl’s music, she was not able to hear a very annoyed Octavia, who had been knocking at her door for the past three minutes.

“Vinyl! VINYL!!!” The cellist screamed through the door, despite knowing it was a futile effort; Vinyl became oblivious to any and all sound around her when there was music playing. Eventually, Octavia accepted defeat and decided to wait until the song was over. As soon as she heard the music fade out she quickly began to pound the door and yell at her fellow classmate in an annoyed tone.

“Open up, please, Vinyl!”

The door was soon answered by a very chipper two-tone-blue-haired teen, wearing her trademark purple shades. “Hey, Tavi! What’s up?”

Octavia gave Vinyl an irritated glare before replying. “Oh, nothing, Vinyl. I just had to wait outside for you to finish, um, composing… May I come in?”

Vinyl giggled and smiled sheepishly. “Heheh, my bad Tavi. Come on in; mi casa, su casa.”

“Hmph!” Octavia stuck her nose up to accentuate her annoyance as she entered Vinyl’s slightly claustrophobic home. This reaction only succeeding in drawing a snicker out of Vinyl as the two made their way to the DJ’s living room, which was basically a small square of carpet with a couch, turntables, a coffee table, and a wall-mounted flatscreen. The room was connected to Vinyl’s kitchen: a mini-fridge, a sink piled up with dirty dishes, a microwave, and a tall cabinet filled with all sorts of unhealthy snack foods that aren’t supposed to be eaten in place of actual, healthily-portioned meals. Octavia saw the dishes and scoffed. “Honestly, Vinyl, don’t you ever clean around here?” She asked in irritation as she went over and began to clean the plates for Vinyl, because of the fact that seeing something dirty or out of place annoyed her to no end.

“Nah,” Vinyl began through a mouthful of Doeritos “I find it’s much easier for me if I wait until you come over and clean for me.” She joked as she stared teasingly at Octavia.

She scoffed, “Vinyl, you can’t just expect your friends to do all of your chores and errands for you. Sooner or later you’ll have to take on adult responsibilities by yourself.”

Vinyl groaned and rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Tavi, come on! We’re teenagers, dude; you need to loosen up a little. I mean, yeah, we’re gonna have to take responsibilities on as we age but you need to learn to take everything in stride and just chillax. I mean, seriously, be a fucking kid and enjoy yourself for once!” Vinyl said, ending the statement with her trademark cocky smile.

Octavia gave in and gave a defeated smile and giggled a bit. “Oh, alright, Vinyl. We’ll try your way and ‘chillax’ for once. Why don’t you show me what music you’ve been working on recently?”

Vinyl’s eyes lit up at this, though they seemed more enthusiastic than they were every other time she was asked what her newest creation is. “Oh, dude; you gotta see what I’ve been mixing for the past few days, you’re gonna love it!” With that, the DJ walked towards her bedroom with a confident excitement on her face which Octavia had not seen before. Intrigued, she followed her blue-haired friend into the small room, which held nothing more than a twin size bed, a dresser, and a desktop computer on top of another soundboard, complete with turntables, small laser-light fixtures, and many sound knobs and sliders displayed in various positions across the remainder of the surface.

“What’s got you so excited,Vinyl?” Octavia asked in wonder. “I mean, I am glad you’re so excited to show me something you’ve worked so hard on, but even your best song yet didn’t get you this ecstatic.” She finished, still smiling at her friend, yet still wondering what had her so excitable.

“So, I’ve been looking around online for some new styles that I could incorporate into my music, and I came across this link called ‘experimental beats.’” Vinyl said as she pulled up said link on her computer, her mouth still full of chips.

Octavia raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘experimental’, Vinyl? Isn’t experimentation what creating music is all about? I don’t think one could make an original composition if they never ventured outside of what they already knew.”

“Nah, not that type of experimental, Tavi.” Vinyl chuckled before she looked at her friend with a devilish sort of excitement in her eye. “Have you ever heard of binaural beats?”

“Binaural?” Octavia asked with a curious tone. “No, I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of such things. What are they?” She questioned, resting her chin on her friend’s shoulder to look over at her monitor.

“Basically, binaural beats is more of a concept than an actual piece of music. I mean, it works, but it’s kinda trip in the way it works. See, your brain practices an anomaly in which, when it can’t hear anything besides a certain note played at a certain frequency, it begins to make up another note to make a chord out of that one note. If you played a binaural beat through speakers, you wouldn’t be able to hear anything, because the frequencies played in binaural beats are of such a particularly sensitive frequency that they can only be heard by the human ear when there is almost complete silence. In other words, for it to work, you have to listen to it through headphones.” Vinyl ended her explanation by shoving another large handful of chips into her mouth and obnoxiously munching on them.

Octavia rolled her eyes at her friend’s gluttonous action before responding. “I didn’t know that you knew so much about music theory, Vinyl, especially in matters such as mental frequencies.”

Vinyl giggled a bit at this. “I don’t. But the whinnypedia page on binaural beats does. Well, I mean, I guess I know now since I read it. Hey, that’s gotta count for something, right? You should be proud, Tavi; never read.” She said before laughing at her own statement. “Anyways, yeah. Binaural frequencies. I also read that certain tones and combinations of wavelengths can create or enhance the power of certain chemicals in your body. Pretty cool, huh?”

“That’s really quite a phenomenal discovery, Vinyl! So you’re saying that, for example, if someone was feeling depressed, they could listen to a binaural frequency that raised their dopamine level, and make them happy?”

“Well, I haven’t experimented with dopamine yet, so I can’t say for sure, but I guess it’s possible.” Vinyl said with a smile and a confident nod. Her face then light up as if she just remembered something. “I have been experimenting with a few other chemicals, though.”

“Oh?” Octavia asked with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. “What kind of chemicals? Nothing that would induce drug-like effects, I hope. You learned your lesson when I found you smoking marijuana in your bedroom, did you not?”

Vinyl chuckled before shooting back, “C’mon, Tavi, weed doesn’t hurt anybody. But to answer your question, first of all, no, I haven’t smoked in my room since then, since I know you’d get your panties in a bunch about it. As for what chemicals I’ve tested frequencies with…” She smirked and handed her friend a pair of headphones. “Put these on and see for yourself.”

Octavia stared into Vinyl’s eyes for a few moments, trying to decipher exactly what she was thinking. Though she can usually read Vinyl like an open book, she found no such luck this time. Without any sort of hunch or hints to go on, she decided to just go for it, and ‘take things in stride’ for once, as Vinyl had suggested only minutes ago. She slowly took the headphones from Vinyl and put them over her ears, adjusting them until they were comfortable. “Very well, Vinyl. How do I start it?” She asked, visibly confused by the triple-monitor system Vinyl was using with her computer.

Vinyl chuckled at this and pointed to the mouse. “Don’t worry Tavi, the mouse is already on the monitor you need. I made a whole setlist of ‘em for you to try out. So just click on the play button next to one of ‘em and listen to it for a bit while you relax in the chair. It should only take a minute or so for you to start to feel the full effect. Sit down, and I’ll go get some soda.” With that, Vinyl got up and Octavia took her place, clicking on the first one she saw. It did take a minute, but soon she began to feel like laughing. It started off as small giggles, but by the time Vinyl came back, Octavia was in a full blown fit of hysterics. The DJ saw this and laughed a bit herself. “Heheh, you chose that one, huh? It creates a chemical similar to nitrous oxide, or laughing gas, causing your brain to emit feelings of humor, so ya end up laughing.”

Octavia had to take off the headphones to calm her laughter. After a minute of her howling laughter slowly dying out, she was finally able to respond. “V-Vinyl… hehe… that was… so strange.. hehehe.” She had a dumb grin on her face as she spoke between her giggles. Eventually she began to feel normal again, and sat upright in the chair, though she now felt more chipper than she had this morning. “May I listen to another?” She asked Vinyl with a curious smile.

“Sure knock yourself out.” She smiled and chuckled before her face grew slightly serious, “Don’t worry, I don’t actually have a frequency for that.”

Octavia giggled and looked back to the screen. She scrolled down until she saw one that was titled differently than the others; it was titled: U4IA.

She clicked on it and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the frequencies that were now sounding off in her skull. After a minute or two, she could tell that this one was different than the previous one; she could begin to see words forming in her mind, with a few letters missing. She squinted her already closed eyes, trying to focus on them.

Brem--ano--de…

Phen---ylam--es...

Es---gen…

Aph--dis--c...

Octavia’s mind flashed a vibrant pinkish-red as one word became clearly visible in her mind, each letter wispy and transparent, almost like hot breaths on a snowy evening. She bit her lip as she felt the word course through her veins, running up from her toes, inward from her fingertips, and down from her head, all of it resting in a warm ball above her loins.

PLEASURE

WARNING: CLOP AHEAD

The word reverberated in her body like the kick of a bass drum, her chest heaved with warmth and she tried to focus on the beats once again, but she found her cheeks growing warm and her chest feeling tight. Her stomach felt empty yet simultaneously filled with the fluttering of butterflies. She crossed her legs to stop the ball of heat from sinking lower to her nethers, but it was of no use. Her eyes snapped open as she inhaled sharply. She turned her head slowly towards Vinyl as she exhaled shakily. Vinyl giggled at her, blushing a bit as well; she knew exactly what her friend was feeling, having tested the same file on herself yesterday. She had this planned all along, she was the one who renamed the file so that it stood out from the others, she wanted this to happen.

“You like it, ‘Tavi? It’s an aphrodisiac beat that brings all of your sexual need and energy to a boil. Feels good, doesn’t it?” She ran a hand along the cellist’s stocking-clad thigh, causing Octavia to bite down on her lip in order to stifle a moan. The DJ continued to speak as she did so. “I figured you needed it anyway. Remembering all of those long symphonies to perform in big concert halls, those three hour rehearsals with snooty musicians. I wanted to show you that while classical is cool and all, my music can give you more… Release.” She laced the last word with lust, and nibbled on her friend’s ear, causing Octavia to gasp and shudder.

Though the loud bass warbling in Octavia’s ears prevented her from hearing her own voice, she somehow managed to enunciate her next words clearly. “Vinyl… I... I want you… I need you… Now!” She gasped as she lunged forward, her legs shaking as her panties began to feel moist.

The two fell to the ground and began kissing with ferocious lust. Vinyl reached around to feel and grope the cellist’s pert butt, to which she was rewarded with a lusty long moan into her mouth from the girl. She grinded her crotch against Vinyl’s thigh, simultaneously using her own thigh to do the same to the blue-haired girl. They both moaned countless times into each other’s mouths which were still fighting for dominance.

Colors began to light up in Octavia’s head, and when she closed her eyes she could almost feel the fireworks erupting inside of her. She trembled with each breath, her legs now too weak to stand. She pulled away from the kiss only to plant her mouth on Vinyl’s neck, which she began kissing and biting immediately. She moaned into the bare skin of the DJ and began to hump her leg with urgency, wanting to feel the sweet satisfaction of release. She could no longer form words, too lost in her lust and the tones ringing in her ears to even see what was happening around her. She simply felt her way around Vinyl’s body, her hand stopping once she felt her lover’s waistband.

Vinyl groaned lowly as Octavia’s touching and kissing had brought her to the same level of arousal. “Go ahead, T-Tavi…” Not a second later was Octavia pulling her jeans and panties down, and in another moment she had done the same to herself. She leaned back on the ground as she positioned their wet sexes together, and moaned at the feeling. What started out as gentle grinding quickly turn into the two girls moaning loudly once again as the slammed their crotches together to create enough friction to get even closer to what would soon be their mutual, mind-shattering orgasms.

Having never even experienced masturbation, Octavia being the proper lady that she was raised and forced to be, this new feeling of scissoring her friend drove her over the edge of reality as she knew it. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and the fireworks became even more intense as her whole body tightened and her muscles began to repeatedly contract. She craned her neck, flexed her abs, and curled her toes as she felt an overpowering tingling sensation work it’s way deep into her sex. “Oh, Vinyl!” She somehow managed before years of pent up stress and frustration came gushing out of her, her cum splashing overbearingly against Vinyl’s pussy, drawing an orgasm from her as well. They two musicians’ orgasms lasted a few minutes before they began to subside, the headphones falling off of Octavia’s now sweaty head.

CLOP END

They laid there panting for a minute longer before Octavia straddled Vinyl and kissed her again, but this time it was slow, passionate, and loving. As they broke the kiss, she only had one thing to say to her.

“You know, I think you’re right, Vinyl… This music is much better than classical.”

Author's Notes:

So, here's my first attempt at an interlude, I hope you guys like it! The story will resume next chapter, so until then, stay awesome!

As always, be sure to like this story if you enjoy it so far, and pig ups to Ringmaster1336, my co-author.

Deuces, guys!