The Layers of Death Metal

There comes a point in life when one has to say “enough!” What transpired over the past three days was nothing but utter chaos, drama and some of the most excitement Death Metal had ever felt in her entire life. Never had she needed to use every inch of her mental ability. Never before had she exerted herself into punching so many faces so hard. She’d helped lay out plans and execute said plans to destroy the largest business empire ever created in Ranchtown. From there, she stood with her arms around her dearest love and watched that entire world crumble into dust. She didn’t sleep, she didn’t eat, she had to keep moving and keep thinking on her hooves to keep up with everything that was going on around her. She did her part and she had to break some teeth along the way, which was fine by her. After all was said and done she went home with her mare and fucked her like it was going out of style. She breathed the fire out of her lungs and basked in the wonder of victory as if she were on a battlefield filled with her prey strewn about her.

Then she went to work at her fast food joint that she helped as a manager. That’s right, Death Metal still worked at the Wheatery. After everything was said and done, she couldn’t take a break from anything because she wanted to keep her job. Sure, she was in a serious relationship with the richest pony in Ranchtown, who could easily buy the Wheatery if she really felt like it. Sure, she didn’t need to waste her time in such a place. Eight hour shifts of grease and mayo just weren’t worth it.

Pearl got onto her almost on a daily basis for this, asking her why in Equestria she would put herself through such torment when she clearly didn’t need to. That was when the whole argument started to play in her head as she skillfully filled each burger with lettuce, tomato, mayo, ketchup, wheat patties one after the other. With quick hands she individually wrapped each wheat burger, putting them in the bag with their fries, ketchup, and napkins before handing it to the window clerk. As the window clerk handed them out the drive through the car drove off. Death Metal popped her neck left and right as that was the final order for the lunch rush. They were already cleaning the lobby and the food line as they were supposed to.

As the assistant manager to Ma Bushel, she ran a pretty tight shift. The employees knew when it was time to clean, when it was time to have a smoke break and when it was time to get on the orders. Today was a pretty light day, Wednesdays tend to be like that. The white furred, raven haired earth pony had no problem allowing her employees to go out and have a smoke after a good run.

Death Metal turned to see Ma Bushels walk into the store front. The older mare with the red mane and bright blue fur waved to Death, who nodded toward her. For some reason she walked in in her uniform, but she wasn’t scheduled to work the store until tomorrow morning. It wasn’t even shift change for another two hours. The store manager walked into the door that led behind the counter.

“Hey Death Metal, I was wanting to have a word with you.” She motioned for her to follow. Death Metal blinked, knowing something strange was going on, but nodded anyway. She made sure the others knew to keep someone at the front and keep someone cleaning the lobby.

They walked into the back of the food prep and drive thru windows, into the door where Bushels normally did the paperwork and most of her grumbling for the day.

“Take a seat.” Bushels said, a smile on her face as always as she sat behind the desk.

“What’s up?” Death asked as she complied, sitting in the small cushioned seat facing her.

“Well, what do you think is up? I caught the whole thing on the news this morning. Apparently your mare friend has become something of a celebrity.” Bushels laughed a little and typed up a few things on her computer. “I noticed you had to take Monday off because of personal problems?”

Death Metal recalled a certain set of DJ equipment that needed retrieving and Pearl being held against her will between two bodyguards. “I had some stuff…” Death blinked.

“Uh huh, you didn’t happen to notice your picture on the news, did you?” Bushel said with another smile. “I did a double take. How far deep were you in those shenanigans?”

“Meh.” Death shrugged, not entirely comfortable with all of the questions. “Was there a problem?”

“No, no problems at all in fact. The mere fact that there is no problem is kind of the problem here, Death Metal. You know I love you like one of my own, and you know I want for nothing more than to see you succeed.” The lady fixed a few strands of hair from out of her face as she smiled at her. “So, I need to go ahead and let you go.”

Death Metal raised an eyebrow at this. She didn’t quite comprehend at first, then her eyes widened.

“Let me go?” Death asked, if she cared anything about this job, it was for Bushel, this almost hurt her.

“Death, do you understand what kind of job this is? This is about as dead end as it gets. Hell, the only reason I do this is because it’s my store, and I’ve grown so accustomed to running it, I couldn’t see myself doing anything else. But you, you are unmolded clay. Out of every single employee I’ve had, you have the most untapped potential I’ve seen in my entire life. Do you really want to keep going through this job? With all of these new assets open to you. Your marefriend is the richest woman in half of Equestria and you’re partially to thank for that, as far as I can tell.”

Death had no idea where she was getting this insight from, but at the same time, Bushel always was one to see the bigger picture without really trying.

“You have access to things I can only dream of, I was not expecting to see you today! I drove by, saw your car and my brain almost exploded! Why did you come back? You literally uncovered the biggest scandal in this city’s history and then you come here to flip burgers? Are you off your rocker?” Bushel tilted her head, her eyes plainly worried for Death Metal. “That’s the kind of conviction even the most saintly ponies could never have. Why? Death Metal, I am honestly curious.”

Death closed her eyes and sighed.

She had gone job hunting a month back at Pearl’s request. First, it was the PR office of Biotech labs. Really, Death Metal’s first choice was to go into a Pony Resources office and ask for a job with literally no qualifications nor any kind of prior experience. She was instantly hired on the spot. No interview, no resume required and not even so much as an explanation as to why an introverted, gothic dressing shut in would want to work with the personal side of a business. She was to start immediately with her own office and her own secretary to boss around.

Death did not take the job. She knew why she got the job. Ever since she had made her connection with Pearl, a target was painted on the back of her head.

She came back home to Pearl after the PR department hired her and she won the bet, big time. Just to further prove her point, Death Metal finally joined that awful social media website The Galloper that Pearl kept checking for on her phone.

Death Metal looked Pearl Necklace straight in the face as she pressed the Confirm Membership button. She didn’t even look at the screen. Her picture went up on the internet and immediately there were fifty friendship requests, ponies she had never heard of before flooded her entire friend page, companies offered her special deals on merchandise, free stuff and even seven job offers right on the spot. Those numbers only compounded for the next day.

For the first time in her entire life, she was a hot commodity. Being the lover of Pearl Necklace made her a center of media attention. The mere fact that she did not allow people to take her picture for anything made her a mysterious presence alongside an attention hungry billionaire. This made her more popular than Pearl in some circles.

So what did this all mean to Death? Literally nothing. She didn’t care for any of it. To her, it took the challenge out of life. This was why she relished the past few days with that whole scenario playing out. She wanted that carnage, that heart throbbing excitement that made her adrenaline pump like a water spout. She wanted the adventure in her life like none other and now that she was an underground and media success, all of the thrill was put into fighting off paparazzi and other fan ponies that bothered her while she was just trying to walk down a damn street. She started to understand why celebrities wore those sunglasses everywhere because some of the flashes on those cameras damn well near burned her retinas.

She explained all of this to Bushel, who sat with her eyes wide at the desk, tapping her fingertips together as she listened. After she was done, she crossed her arms and sat there in front of Bushel. For a moment, the two of them were locked into an impromptu staring contest.

“But you still came back to working here.” Bushel finally said after a good long moment of silence. “After everything that happened, you still came back to perhaps one of the most boring and stressful jobs any pony could ever think of. Why?”

“I need work. If I’m not working, I’m not trying hard enough.”

Bushel sighed, putting her hand on her forehead. “That’s one way of looking at it. Another way of looking at it, as I said before, is that your potential is being wasted on a nine to five job that is meant for kids to work through high school and maybe college. Now, what I want you to do is go home, get a shower and do something that you want to do as much as you want to do it. Then I want you to find something that you want to do that makes you happy. Come here.”

The thicker middle aged pony motioned her over as she got up from the desk and walked around it to meet Death Metal as she rose from her seat. Ma Bushel met her in a light embrace that Death didn’t find all that uncomfortable. “And don’t you dare lose contact with your old Ma. I want to know how you’re doing, okay? Don’t you dare be a stranger and remember that if you ever need anything, you can count on Ma Bushel to help in any way she can. Okay?”

Bushel held her at arm’s length, a few tears welling up in her eyes as she smiled at the off white pony. Death nodded a little, looking off to the side, contemplating her words.

The red hot rod pulled into the open garage of the house. Pearl hadn’t even opened the door to her car before she started hearing the thumping of music and thrashing of drums bumping the walls to the house. She raised an eyebrow, looking at the clock to see that it wasn’t even close to Death Metal to get home from work. She closed the garage and walked into the house. Pearl Necklace winced as her senses were assaulted with the screams of Industrial Metal. Fangdriver was turned all the way up on the stereo and lo and behold there was Death Metal in the middle of the livingroom, head banging to the beat. Her raven black hair going crazy as her neck endured the horrid whiplash of her thrashing.

She only stopped for a moment to scream out some incomprehensible lyrics before returning to the banging. Her hands played the air guitar as the spider licks came and her knees bent as she got down low to play her heart out. There were more incoherent screams and thrashing before Death Metal finally opened her eyes, her rocking stopped cold and her hair finally stood still to expose how ragged it had become in the midst of all the heavy metal bashing. She gazed at Pearl Necklace for a moment as the music continued.

The pink pony could only grin at her, her arms crossed and her hoof tapping to the rhythm. Death reached back behind her and hit stop on the stereo. The silence was louder than the noise as the two of them stared each other down.

“So! Fun day at work?” Pearl asked as she walked to the kitchen to put her purse and sunglasses down on the countertop.

“I got fired.” Death said, causing Pearl to pause suddenly. She turned to Death Metal as she got up from the floor and went to the fridge to get some orange juice.

“Fired? For what?” Pearl asked, wondering what in the hell she could have possibly done to have Ma Bushel fire her best manager. The image of Death Metal shoving a stallion’s face in the deep fat fryer came to mind and she did her best to shove that horrible image away.

“Because I’m wasting my ‘potential.’” She did a finger quotation in the air as she drank the orange juice from the carton.

“Oh!” Pearl’s eyes brightened with a smile. “That’s wonderful! I can call Vanilla tomorrow and--”

Death pointed at Pearl to stop as her glare came very clearly as she raised the orange juice carton up higher, gulping it down. She finally took a breath as she put a cap on the carton.

“Hold it right there, little missy. Just because I don’t have a job doesn’t mean you get to step in and start calling the shots.” She put the OJ back in the fridge and closed the door all while pointing her convicting finger at Pearl who put her hands together.

“Pleeeeeease? I promise I’ll get you a good job! I’ll even get you DJ classes. Maybe you could be a disc jockey like Night Moon?” Pearl asked and suddenly Death was right up in her face with angry eyes.

“I can find my own job, Pearl. You make this stuff entirely too easy. I want to make my own way in life. I’ve never had anything handed to me on a silver platter and I’m not going to start now.”

“But Death, you have earned it. You are my dearest love, my dearest friend,” Pearl started to rub her hand over Death Metal’s cheek. To many, Death was a rock. She would not bend to anypony’s will. If anything, she made them bend.

However, Pearl got through those layers by sheer will and determination. Against all odds, she struck Death Metal’s heart with her love. So, it didn't take much to make her soften her expression a bit. They met in a little kiss. The two of them looked in each other's eyes. Then their lips met. This time they kissed like they meant it.

Their hands rubbed up and down their backs. Their tongues rubbed together as their lips caressed together. Their eyes closed and their kiss slowly broke. Pearl and Death leaned their foreheads together. Pearl sighed, then kissed her between the eyes.

“I'm done with today.” Pearl said as she turned and started to unbutton her top. The pink pony pulled off her white blouse to reveal her purple bra.

“Oh, I was waiting for you to say that.” Death said as she started pulling off her pants along with her panties. After just a moment the two of them were completely naked, locked together in their arms. They laid deep, loving kisses on each other. As they pulled apart, Death looked Pearl in the eyes.

“Are you ready for this?” Pearl asked and they smooched once more. Death gave her a tiny smile and nodded.

They had somewhere around three kinds of potato chips, two boxes of little chocolate cakes, a dozen doughnuts and a large bag of popcorn between them. Pearl was leaned against the arm of their couch as Death was cuddled up to her side. They munched and watched a movie that Pearl brought home. It was some cheesy romantic comedy with a bumbling idiot stallion going after a waitress. Death only agreed to watch this garbage if she could comment on how stupid it was.

They sat naked, huddled up together and relaxed. It was a little tradition between the two of them once days got stressful. After what the two of them went through, they seriously needed it. Pearl was starting to pick up momentum with all of the new businesses she had acquired over the shenanigans that had transpired. She was now in control of over half of Rich Co’s assets and she was cleaning house. She was so busy that there were clearly going to be entire days that Death was not going to see her at all.

They made a silent agreement to take advantage of their time together. Naked, relaxed and eating the fattiest food they could find. Once in a while, Pearl would kiss Death on the cheek.

“This guy is trying too hard. Why would you bring a mare flowers where she worked?” Death asked. “She works at a diner, why is that romantic?”

“She hasn't told him where she lives.” Pearl said as she crammed another large fistful of potato chips in her mouth.

“A little early for flowers then.” Death leaned her head back onto Pearl’s shoulder again. Pearl grunted in agreement. “Did you want me to bring you flowers at your work?”

Pearl thought for a moment, then she shrugged. “Don't break your hoof doing it, but if you want.”

“If he really wanted to surprise her with something, he should give her a nice hard dicking in the back of the diner.” They both had a little laugh at this.

“That would be a nice lunch break.” Pearl agreed and held up a straw attached to a soda can up to Death, which she sipped from with minimal movement.

Then Death felt Pearl shiver a little. At first she thought she might be cold, but it wasn't that kind of shiver. She had goosebumps form on Pearl’s arm. Death turned her gaze toward Pearl with a knowing look. Pearl pretended she didn't notice.

“Hmmm,” Death reached down to Pearl’s vagina and began to feel it up. Of course, the Pink pony was wet as hell now. “Uh huh, it was the thought of him fucking her in the back of the diner.”

“You don't know that.” Pearl came up with her usual retort. She was pretending to keep watching the movie, but Death knew she was paying more attention to Death’s fingers rubbing around her pussy. Pearl even spread her legs wider as Death’s finger slid into her pussy hole.

She started kissing on Pearl’s nipple, which triggered her to start breathing heavily. She pressed her lips around the nice dark pink areola and used her tongue to slide all over it as she started fingering the pink pony who was starting to moan with her hand on the back of Death Metal’s head.

“Oh! Death, you fucking slut!” Pearl moaned as Death Metal wiggled her finger inside of her pussy. She pulled her finger out of the hole, and then rubbed up to her clitoris, starting to make very light circles all around it with her fingertip. “I’m trying to watch a m-- OH!” Death suddenly pushed her clitoris with the pad of her finger, giving Pearl a huge rush of sensations before going back to finger banging her tight pussy that was only growing smaller.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?!” Death got right up to Pearl’s face as the pink pony started licking the white pony’s lips. They kissed a nice long sloppy kiss as Death’s fingers started rubbing hard against her very wet labia. She moaned and whined even harder against Death’s mouth as her own hand grabbed her snatch between her legs. DM’s nether lips were soaked at this point as well and it was all too easy to slide two fingers into her honey hole.

“Mmmm!! A nice wet pussy for a fucking cunt!” Pearl said against her face as they locked lips even harder. The bag of popcorn between them hit the floor. A few popped kernels flew out of the bag as it hit but neither of them cared. Death Metal thought about a quip to counter with but thought better of it as Pearl’s fingers started to work their magic.

“Ah! P-p-pearl! Death started finding it harder and harder to concentrate on pleasuring lover with her hand. Before she could say anything else, she pulled her fingers out of Death’s pussy. With a light shove, she put Death on her back on the couch then turned her over onto her knees. The raven haired pony looked back at her, but before she could say anything, Pearl shoved her muzzle into her asscheeks and her tongue shot deep into her snatch. The sudden warmth shooting into her pussy made her eyes widen. She moaned hard and her hands grasped the couch cushions.

She would never admit it openly, but Death loved Pearl’s tongue in her cunt better than anything she had ever experienced in bed with any pony. As soon as Pearl latched onto her labia with her lips, she began sucking on her pussy with a vigorous energy that took Death by surprise. As hard as she fought against cumming, it was no use at all. Death came hard, letting out a hard, strained moan as her pussy quaked in Pearl’s mouth. Every lap of her tongue ground her pussy into sweet bliss after that. Death settled down a bit, but still groaned as her pink lover slowed to a stop.

As soon as she backed off from Death, the white earth pony turned around and nearly tackled her down onto the couch. Pearl squealed in surprise and delight as she was now smothering Death Metal in her tits. Or more accurately DM was smothering herself, nibbling and sucking on Pearl’s gigantic DD tits, licking her nipples whole to make them hard.

Pearl pressed her hand to the back of Death's head as she moaned in her ear, breathing quite hard. The grayish white pony grabbed Pearl's pussy hard with her fingers working. She rubbed her sopping wet cunt with little resistance of friction. Pearl nearly sang her praise into her lover’s ear. Her fore finger and middle finger giving her clitoris tiny little pinches. Each subtle touch made Pearl’s legs twitch inward.

“Come on you twat! Cum for me!” As Death said this so close to Pearl’s face, the pink pony clenched her teeth and came. She moaned loud in a very high pitch and gripped the back of her lover's head.

Pearl Necklace leaned her head onto Death’s shoulder. She gasped for breath and they sat there for a good long while. They kissed and caressed one another. After a good long while, Pearl looked up to see the couple in the movie were getting married before the end credits. It made her think for a moment. She turned her head toward Death and smiled.

“You know…” Death looked at her as she talked. “You may not think you've earned this life. But you really have. I would have given anything to have what you've brought into my life. You're obviously not a golddigger and you wouldn’t care if I was broke.”

Death gave a tiny chuckle at this.

“You truly care about me. Even after all we went through, you never backed down even for a minute. You protected me no matter what. That really means something to me.”

They faced one another once again and Death’s eyes were very wide at this point. Pearl leaned forward and they met in another kiss. This one lasted a good long while. They indulged in the kiss, they elongated it. Before long they were back to laying on the couch and staying in each other's arms.

Pearl didn’t know it but she gave Death Metal the greatest idea ever conceived by a pony. She searched the web for a certain line of work that seemed to suit her quite well. Of course she was given an interview, and before she knew it, she was in front of a much larger pony than her. He stood there filling out a very long sheet of paperwork on a clipboard, filling it out after every question.

“How much experience do you have in this line of work?” The large black furred stallion asked her. He was obviously a bodybuilder, as his biceps looked like they could crush her head like a grape.

They stood in a very large gym. The entire floor was padded gray with wrestling circles in every corner, practice dummies and weighted vests with which to run in. Death figured it wasn’t much different than your normal gym, just with a more specific purpose.

She thought for a moment, counting back the years in her head.

“About seven or eight years.” Death said, and she could already see the guy looking at her from head to hoof, trying to gauge how old she was.

“You ever taken down a guy like me?” He grinned, moving his fists down to his thighs in an attempt to show off his amazing abs, pecs and boulder sized biceps.

“One got his balls crushed because he got handsy with my girlfriend, another got thrown through a window, and all of them have lost more than one tooth.” Death declared without hesitation. The very large stallion with the very tiny tank top brushed his hand over his mane, his eyes widened quite a bit.

“So, it’s true then, you really were an unofficial bodyguard to Pearl Necklace herself?”

“I ran a car through a wall. There are literally no heights I will not go to to protect that mare. If someone so much as comes within an inch of her sweet ass I will make sure that every finger they have is broken and no matter what the wellbeing of my loveable little angel is guarded with every single bit of me.”

The black stallion’s eyes were widening ever more as she talked. When she finished she simply stood in front of him with that neutral but dubious stare with her arms crossed over her chest. He snapped out of his stupor and kept writing.

“Alright, so, one more thing, how do you feel about carrying a pistol?” As soon as he asked this, Death Metal scoffed, rolling her eyes. He blinked at her, not entirely sure what to make of her reaction.

“Guns are for pansies.” She said this, and then reached down to her ankles, clad in her normal black, baggy jeans with the small holes in them. She would never throw these jeans away, no matter how much Pearl got onto her case about them. She lifted her pant leg to reveal her special dagger, Slayer. Death pulled the black bladed dagger with three spiral edges that led to a very dangerously tiny point at the tip. Instantly she lunged the dagger not but a foot away from the interviewer. It darted through the air like a lightning bolt and struck one of the pony shaped practice dummies directly through its muzzle. The dagger lanced straight through the top of the jaw down through the chin.

The large interviewer’s eye bulged out of their sockets. The lead on his pencil broke and he stared, dumbfounded. His eyes followed Death Metal as she walked to the dummy and pulled her dagger from its maw. She checked the length of the blade for anything being stuck to it. Once she was satisfied she returned it to her boot holster.

“Well! Death Metal,” The interviewer said as he smiled at her. “I guess it’s safe to say you're more than qualified to be a bonafide---”

“Bodyguard?!?!” Pearl glared at her with a furrowed brow. “You seriously just became a bodyguard?”

They sat at the table with two open boxes of noodles and chopsticks. Death nodded as she put another few strands of noodles into her mouth.

“You are going to be putting your life on the line for another famous pony? Why didn’t you discuss this with me?”

“Because we would have this conversation either way. I knew we would. So I figured I would make it easier.”

Pearl looked off to the side and exasperated a little. “But you're around me all the time. Why don’t I just hire you as a bodyguard?”

“Because if you paid me money that would more or less make me a prostitute.” Death looked her in the eyes. There was a long moment of silence between them. Pearl tried to say something to disprove that notion. However, the more she thought about it the longer that moment of silence dragged on.

“Alright, fair enough.” Pearl said and Death gave no indication to the contrary.

“But I did something else as well while you were gone on your little business trip.” Death said as she got out the keychain from her left pocket and put them on the table.

Pearl gazed at the keys and after just a moment, her eyes began to widen. She looked up at Death with tears welling up.

“You…”

“Yes, I moved out of my apartment.” Death said and Pearl squealed with delight. She got up from the table, embracing Death with a laugh.

“We're moved in together!” Pearl proclaimed.

“Yeah, but don't get any funny ideas.” Death said and they met in a kiss.

“Oh, I've already gotten all of the ideas! We’ll have a sleep-over and a makeover party and get matching sweaters!” Pearl laughed as Death Metal frowned at her. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Pearl, the two of them met in a kiss once more.

At long last, Pearl got her wish. She relished in such a sweet victory, kissing and loving on Death Metal as if their relationship were born anew. It had been such an eventful relationship thus far. Pearl had no idea what was in store for them next but at the same time she wouldn’t have it any other way.