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How to Tune a Pipe Organ	By : Blacksheep Category: +1 through F > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) Views: 833 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Christmas was drawing ever closer, and the servants of the castle were getting excited. The festive season would be a perfect opportunity for Belle and the Beast to get together...
Up in the West Wing, Forte the pipe organ was not having a good day. The Beast's blossoming friendship with the peasant girl Belle was a grave concern. The former court composer had no desire to become human again. In this form, he'd finally achieved what had always been denied to him - power. As a human he'd never been appreciated by the selfish, spoilt prince who was now a Beast. Or any of the other servants for that matter. He'd composed numerous pieces of music.
"Nobody appreciates the work of the great composers," he often lamented.
Today, Forte had another irritation. He woke early as usual, and began with a quick rendition of Bach's Toccata in D Minor, one of his favourite pieces. Something wasn't quite right, however. One of his pipes made an off-key noise when he played a low note.
"Bravo, bravo!" Fife said, ever the loyal minion. "A pitch perfect performance as always!"
"Ugh," he grimaced. "Pitch perfect? I think NOT!" He tried it again, but to no avail. "Blast. I'm not producing the speak of my usual high calibre."
"Are you alright, Maestro?" Fife enquired. The organ had a shorter temper than usual, since the arrival of Belle, and after meeting her for the first time yesterday, had been in the foulest of moods.
"Well I've had better days!" He snapped.
"Maestro, if you don't mind me saying, you could you be suffering from trapped wind."
The organ did not see the funny side, and the timid piccolo was forced to cower under a chair.
"Of course I could be wrong!" Fife trembled.
Meanwhile, Belle was making her way down the gloomy corridor that led to Forte's room. The enchanted pipe organ fascinated her, more so than the other enchanted objects in the castle. Ever since she'd been led to him yesterday, thanks to Sultan, she'd been unable to get him out of her mind. Maybe it was because of her father's inventions, but huge, complex machines always held her attention. With Forte, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was that deep, charming voice of his? She'd asked the Beast about him, and received a somewhat terse reply. He was the court composer, and someone Beast sometimes confided in, was all she got.
Forte pulled a face. One of his lower pipes was hurting a little, and he wasn't sure why. "I have never played a wrong note in my life!"
"This castle is always cold, Maestro. Maybe you've got a chill in your pipes...haha," Fife prattled. "Or maybe you need retuning? Oops..." Fife quickly covered his mouth. "I said the "R" word!"
"WHAT did you say?" Forte rattled, incandescent with rage.
"I beg forgiveness! I'm sorry!" To suggest a pipe organ needed retuning was something Forte took as a great insult.
"As well you know, I am perfectly capable of...self-tuning!"
"Good morning Monsieur Forte!" Belle said. For once, the organ was caught completely off guard, and froze, as she strolled into the room. What the devil was she doing here again?
"Oh Belle!" Fife smiled, relieved that she'd appeared. "How great to see you again! Good morning!"
"Hello Fife," Belle said, giving him a lovely smile.
Forte quickly composed himself. "Belle...and what may I ask brings you to my humble little chamber?"
"I came because I wanted to see you again," she said, walking up to him.
"You did?"
"Aww, that's nice!" Fife interrupted. "Hear that, Maestro? I think she likes you!"
Forte really wished the piccolo would disappear right now. "Haven't you got somewhere to be?" He said, dropping a massive hint, but Fife failed to pick up on it.
"I do like you," Belle continued, gazing up at the organ's black, empty eyes. "I just had to come and hear you play. Anyone who can produce such beautiful music like you do...if I'm not asking too much, well I was wondering if you would play a piece of music for me?"
"You...you do?" This took Forte by surprise. Praise? Someone who actually wanted to hear him play? "Well..it would be an honour, my dear. I'm sure I can play anything your heart desires..."
"I love anything by Bach and Handel. But one of my favourite pieces of music is Purcell's Rondeau," Belle replied. "I have always loved that piece of music. It's stirring, but also has sadness in it."
"Ahh, from the Abdelazer Suite...yes I know it well," Forte smiled. He was impressed. This mere peasant girl was more cultured than he expected. He'd heard that she was an avid reader too. Suddenly, all thoughts of dissuading her from liking the Beast had vanished from his mind.
"Maestro," Fife interrupted again. "What about your problem?"
The organ shot him a warning look. "I haven't got a problem!"
"Huh? But your aching pipe..."
"Shut up!" Forte spluttered.
"What's wrong?" Belle looked at them both.
"It's nothing...nothing at all!" Forte said, clearing his throat. "Allow me to play your request, my dear." He began playing Purcell's Rondeau. Belle listened, captivated. Then during the final chords, Forte visibly grimaced as he played a wrong note.
Fife cringed. "Told you. Trapped wind for sure!"
"I'm sure it's nothing at all," Forte coughed, starting to feel a little embarrassed. Go on, laugh. I'm sure you're dying to."
"Why would I do such a thing?" Belle said. "You look like you're in pain. Where does it hurt? Maybe I can help you?"
"Psst, Belle," Fife whispered. "Whatever you do, don't mention the "R" word...retuning, I mean. He's kinda touchy about that..."
"I don't think you can help me....ahh....what are you doing?" Forte gasped as Belle stood on a stool and put her hand on one of his lower pipes. He let out a shudder.
"Oh I'm sorry," Belle said. "I didn't mean to. I shouldn't have touched you down there."
"N-no, it's fine...really." Forte wasn't sure how to respond to this. He'd never been touched on his pipes before...and they were extremely sensitive to touch. One pipe in particular was more sensitive than most, and Belle's soft hand gently caressed it again. He felt strangely warmed...and faint. Good thing I'm bolted to the wall, he thought. Why was he feeling like this?
Without thinking, Belle ran her hand down his lower pipe again, making Forte moan happily. "You've got so many pipes," she remarked. "This one's so big..."
"Quite..." the organ sighed in reply.
"Ahem," Fife squirmed with embarrassment at what was happening. "Look at the time! Maestro, I just remembered that I need to speak to Cogsworth about something!" He hurried out of the room.
"Ah, alone at last," Forte smiled. "A little lower down, Belle, if you please...just...ohhh!"
"Like this?"
"Oohh," Forte sighed. "Her caress was making him throb all over.
To Belle's amazement, she could feel his pipe starting to heat up. "Monsieur Forte...it's getting warm?"
"Mmm..."
The organ had a whole network of tubes under the floor connecting to the boiler's air pump, but the heat was entirely down to Belle's touch.
"Oh my." Colour flooded Belle's cheeks as it suddenly dawned on her that what she was doing was basically giving the organ a sort of hand job.
"Don't stop, Belle," Forte whispered, his voice a little shaky. "Your touch...it's truly divine. Please..."
His voice was so soft and seductive. She bit her lip and continued to stroke his pipe. "Okay."
"You can use both hands too..." Forte added.
Belle nodded and did as he asked. The organ let out a deep vibrato sound, causing some small pieces of plaster to break off the wall.
The sound coming from Forte's pipe was getting clearer and more in tune. Belle continued rubbing up and down the body of his pipe, then her fingers brushed the mouth, which was the most sensitive part of it and he cried out in joy. His pipe was so hot now, almost too hot to touch.
"Ahh! Oh Belle! Not my languid! It's too much...I can't...Mon Dieu!"
Belle was committed to her task now. The organ was so close to climaxing. He was shaking so much, she was half-afraid he'd cause the ceiling to collapse.
"It's alright, Forte, hit the note. You can do it. Pull out all your stops!" She fingered the slit on his pipe and he screamed in pleasure.
"Belle! Cover your ears!" Forte yelled, and seconds later, he came, producing a note so loud it was enough to shake the castle's foundations. Steam shot out of all his pipes, followed by a glowing strand of musical notes, which was bright white instead of the usual green colour.
"There...are you alright?" Belle said, planting a kiss on the organ's pipe and patting it. Slowly it began to cool down.
"Thank you Belle. I feel simply wonderful...and I really needed that. And now, let me play some sweet music for you." He played a lively little prelude of Bach's - in G Major. Forte hardly ever played anything in a major key, but now he was happier than he'd ever been since...he couldn't remember.
"Beautiful music," Belle whispered.
"Please stay with me a little longer." Forte replied.
Belle smiled, kneeling down on the stool and resting her head lovingly against his pipes. She was hot, sweaty and aroused - the intense wetness between her thighs greater than she'd ever experienced before. She'd come to accept so many things since ending up at this enchanted castle. Now she could add getting aroused while pleasuring a pipe organ to the list.
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