Roll was never a good student, generally being apathetic when it came to anything that involved paper and pencil. Sports completely bored her, fashion made her yawn, and she couldn't cook to save her life. Some looked at her as a failure that didn't have a future ahead of her, but in her heart she knew that wasn't the case.

There was one thing that Roll enjoyed in her life, one thing that made Roll actually care, and it was music. Music was the voice of the soul, music was the light of the world, it was what made her life worth living. She bought her first guitar in middle school, somehow convinced her parents to buy her lessons, and from then on there wasn't a moment in her life without music.

While others were studying to graduate high school she studied guitar. When others were enrolling in top colleges and universities she was forming a band. A girl named Ryth played the drums, a lady named Blue played the bass, and her childhood friend Muse did the vocals. Together they were sure they'd become the next big band and the creators of great musical achievements, though to the neighbors they just sounded like noise.

Roll didn't have the money to move out of her parents' house, and as an unemployed and largely uneducated twenty-one-year-old, she was forced to live in their garage. She didn't mind it though, and that garage became the main meeting place for the band, who would practice there every single day. Their "noise" was the talk of the town, often the source of many complaints from neighbors, but to them it was music.

But then the Williams family moved in.

At first Roll didn't care. If it wasn't about music she had no need to be interested. But it turned out one of the girls in the family, who she'd later learn was named Rock, was part of a band as well. Every afternoon, around the same time Roll's band was meant to practice, Rock's band would come over and play so loudly that Roll's band couldn't hear their instruments. They tried to counteract this by playing louder, and for a few days the solution worked, only for Rock's band to play louder in response.

And so the two bands progressively got louder and louder much to their neighbors' dismay. Their neighbors' complaints only seemed to become more and more prevalent, until Roll had finally had enough. She and her band stomped to Rock's garage and banged on the door, only for the door to open after less than a second of knocking. Rock and her band stood behind the garage door, clearly anticipating the visit.

"Look, guys, it's the cause of all of that awful noise we've been hearing." Rock laughed at them before turning back to Roll's band. "Finally here to quit?"

"Quite the opposite," Roll said with a groan. "We're here to get you and your sorry excuse for music out of here once and for all!"

"Sorry excuse for music? Do you have ears or did your awful guitar playing make them rot off?"

"Tell that to everyone else in this neighborhood. We all know why it's only when you guys started playing here that we started hearing more noise complaints!"

"Yeah, because we allowed them to finally realize what real music sounds like!"

"Your screams as I choke the living daylights out of you will sound more like music than what you play!"

"Is that a challenge, bitch!?"

"It's a promise! Stop playing your awful noise when we practice and I won't crush your tits into dust!"

"Never!"

"You asked for it, bitch!"

Rock and Roll were the first to leap at each other, choking each other out as hard as they could. Their bodies collapsed to the ground and rolled about, the two desperate to squeeze every bit of air out of each other's throats.

"You heard her. Tell your pal to back down or you'll have to deal with some consequences."

"We're not going to back down, whether you like it or not."

Ryth and the opposing band's drummer, a girl named Beat, both attempted to shove each other to the ground. Their hands interlocked together as the two pushed each other as hard as they could, their arms straining and groaning in a struggle against each other.

Ryth knew Roll ever since she was young and was always one of her closest friends. Both of them had grown and met a variety of women, yet not once had Ryth seen a peer with smaller breasts than her. Ever since they had left high school her cup size had far surpassed many adults, almost like little drums attached to her chest. Maybe that was why she got attached to the drums.
Yet those breasts, the ones that were never surpassed, met their seeming equals with Beat's breasts.

The two jolted up in surprise. Not even once had their breasts felt resistance like this, yet the massive mammaries were forcing each other flat right in front of them. It was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, the pairs of breasts being completely unable to completely crush each other. Yet they refused to believe this result for a second, they refused to accept that their breasts could be inferior, so they pushed and pushed as hard as possible.

"Um... You heard her... Move please...?"

"I can't... So I guess we fight now..."

Blue shivered anxiously. It was a wonder that she managed to become the bassist in a band like this, especially with how outgoing and loud everyone seemed to be. And now she was going to face off against the rival band's bassist, a similarly shy girl named Jazz. It was going to be hard, but she had to do her best.

The two steeled their nerves and ran towards each other, ripping away at each other's clothes and immediately bringing each other to a nude state. They shivered in the cold garage building, huddling together to conserve some bit of heat, before jamming their fingers into each other's wet pussies. They felt a jolt of shock travel through them, it was an unexpected feeling going through their wet twats, but they had to endure it for now. The others were going through their own lewd battles, so they had to push through as well.

"Ugly."

"Ugly."

Muse and the rival vocalist, a girl named Siren, pointed at each other and called each other ugly, their smiles not once leaving their faces.

The two were known for being rather eccentric and odd. They stood on their heads whenever they wanted to think deeply, galloped to places instead of running, and could sometimes be found arguing with themselves alone, among other odd behaviors. Sometimes they even seemed to be mentally ill, though some incredibly inciteful words at times made some wonder if it was an act.

What they were known for most was their singing, which was said to be the voice of angels. Some thought such talent was wasted on such awful bands, but they clearly found it amusing so they stayed. And now they were ready to defend such bands.

Their hands went to each other's cheeks, and the two brought their mouths towards each other. Their smiles didn't once break, but one could tell there was an intense anger in their stares.

"I'll suck your voice right out of your mouth."

"You won't be able to sing when I'm done with you."

They brought their mouths together and kissed, their tongues furiously and wildly clashing within their mouths. It was like their tongues were ravenous beasts, wrestling and wrapping around each other and battling as hard as they possibly could. Not a gap was left between their mouths, allowing all of their saliva to mix and turn within each other.

Rock and Roll continued to roll around, their hands still grasped on each other's necks. Their groins were pressed against each other, the two humping each other through their shorts. The wet patches on their shorts only grew larger and larger, the two only arousing each other more and more as they continued to choke each other. They tried their hardest to hold it in, but after grinding their genitals together for so long they couldn't anymore and felt an orgasm overtake them. They finally stopped choking each other, coughing as an intense pleasure hit them.

"Hey Ryth! Help me out here!"

"Come on Beat! Let's get her!"

The two immediately separated and rushed towards the opposing leader, dominating them and pinning them to the ground.

"N-No!"

"I-I won't let you!"

Blue and Jazz helped out their own leaders, attempting to stop them from getting crushed by the busty drummers.

Muse and Siren acted like they were about to help, but pretended their lips were stuck together and stayed with each other. They found kissing each other to be a far more important endeavor.

And so the bands continued to fight until sundown, ripping away each other's clothes and pleasuring each other as much and as hard as they possibly could. There wasn't a winner, only the two groups passing out from exhaustion, and eventually going their own separate ways.

Practice sessions never became less noisy, but there were less of them, because every other practice session one band met with the other to try and settle the score once and for all.