The Layers of Death Metal

Spark and Voltage finally walked through the doors to see all of the ponies inside. The party was now in full swing, and the wedding ceremony wasn’t for another two hours. Spark had never heard of a wedding going on for this long before all of the real festivities. A party on this scale, though, he figured that’s about how it had to be done. They were met with a barrage of wondrous smells with food, perfume, flowers and other pleasant odors. His first thought was to get a bite to eat, but that’s when he saw Fable and Winter.

Spark wore a bright gray formal suit with a brighter gray tie and brown dress shoes. Voltage had on a bright whitish blue long dress with a rippled cup blouse and shoulder/arm straps. Both of their hair was styled.

“Hey, you two! Finally you made it!” Winter said as he called them over. Voltage was greeted by a hug from Night Moon. They kissed each other one the cheeks and smiled. Then Voltage embraced with Star Burst and they spent a moment in a cuddle.

Spark high fived his compadres and they handed him a wine glass from a passing waiter who was caught unawares. The orange unicorn took it and lifted it toward them, which they returned and they all three drank some very smooth, expensive wine.

“Anything exciting happen yet?” Spark asked and they both shrugged.

“Unless you count Fable plowing his girlfriend in the bathroom.” Winter said, getting an ugly look from the red pegasus. Spark rolled his eyes, not at all surprised. The trio of stallions were just as sexually active apart as they were when they were teaming up on some mares. “Other than that, we’ve met some guys and whatnot.”

“Alright, well, I’m starving. I’m going to go munch on those tiny snacks they got. Maybe even get some punch.” Voltage said to them and they did not argue. Spark motioned that he too was doing the same thing. Neither of them had time to get food that morning. They were so busy getting themselves prepped and ready for the big day. Their tailors took their sweet time in getting their formalwear finished. It was a miracle that their stuff fit them, because the tailors they got to do it apparently didn’t know what “expedite the order” meant.

Spark stopped dead in his tracks as he was met with two lovely pegasus eyes as she stepped up to the food table. She was a beautiful shade of cyan blue, and her wings were gigantic in comparison to other pegasi he had run into. Not only were her wings big, but her tits looked like they could suffocate a pony if they weren’t careful. She looked like a porn star, but not one of those sleazy ones. She looked like she could do porn or supermodeling, whatever the hell she wanted.

She turned her beautiful, violet eyes toward Spark and gasped a little bit. “Oh, I’m so sorry, did I walk out in front of you?” She said as she retracted her wings a little inward. “I didn’t mean to, my wings get in the way of everyone.”

“Oh! No, no not at all. I’m only looking at the options right now.” Spark said as he gave her a big smile. Her smile toward him in return nearly melted him where he stood.

“That’s good. Try the wheat puffs, they’re so soft.” She picked one up and held it up in front of her chest to press down on the little ball of flavored wheat. His eyes were not on the wheat puff, though.

“Oh, they look,” He swallowed hard as he stared. “Very soft…”

“Where are my manners? My name’s Cloudsplitter. How do you know Pearl?” She asked as she placed the wheat puff in her mouth and chewed softly.

“Oh, I helped her out a while back when she was having trouble getting her business started.” He tried to tiptoe around the real problem there was back in the whole Rich Co. scandal. He’d already answered all of those questions so many times that he was just trying to avoid the subject all together and underplay how crappy that whole situation really was.

“Well, you definitely don’t sound like a fair-weather friend. Mr…”

“Oh! Spark, Electric Spark.” He held his hand out as she placed hers into his palm. He kissed the back of her hand and made her blue face turn a little red.

Voltage scoured the food table and found things with names she couldn’t even pronounce. Normally, that would make her skeptical, but this time around, they looked way too good to pass up.

“Sweet Voltage!” She heard someone say, drawing her attention. She was approached by four very dapper stallions who smiled at the sight of her. She eyed all of them, at first she hardly recognized them, but then it clicked with her. She was first surprised that all four of them looked almost exactly alike with very tiny differences. However, that’s when she realized where she’d seen them before.

“Silken Suits?” She said, and the second one bowed.

“At your service.” Suits said and held her hand to kiss her knuckle. “These are my brothers, Silken Sheets, Silken Coat and Silken Pillow, who met you and your brother in Trample Bay at his hotel.” Each of the brothers tipped their heads to her in a greeting, followed by the word “Charmed.”

“It’s been so long, how have you been?” Voltage asked as she took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

“Most excellent, my dear lady, the business has been flourishing! Your dryer that you sold us has never once broken down and has been a reliable source of laundry ever since. No doubt, this is a result of your skills as an electrician. How are you and your brother doing in the market?”

“Oh, who are you kidding, brother?” Silken Pillow said in the exact same voice. “You heard all about what happened last year and how they are now working with Crystal Ball Inc and Vineyard Shinolah’s enterprise. They haven’t got a care in the world!” Pillow scoffed and they all four laughed in the exact same manner, with the edges of their hands against their chins.

“Indeed, your business ‘Gemini Ties’ has been remarkable in its progress and helped bring that rapscallion, Obscenely Rich down to his knees. Your business has become something of a legend.” Silken Sheets said, and the other three agreed with nods.

“Well, it’s wonderful to hear that all of you are still doing well. I really don’t know how I could ever repay you for what you did for us when we got our start, Mr. Suits.” Voltage smiled at him in a humble bit of gratitude.

“I saw an opportunity of mutual benefit, my dear. It worked out for all of us, it seemed.” He said and she took both of his hands, bowing her head some.

“Thank you.” Her voice was genuine and her eyes were a bit misty. After all that they had been through, she knew that it was all thanks to him.

“Dear lord.” Pillow said as he looked off to the side, and took his handkerchief out of his pocket. “Is it a bit foggy in here, or is it just me?” He asked as he dabbed the cloth on either eye and cleared his throat. The rest of them shared his sentiment.

“Miss Voltage, the pleasure is all mine.” Suits said and squeezed her hands a bit with a nod. They smiled at one another and met in an embrace.

Splinter knew this was a bad idea. The orange earth pony had no idea what he was doing there in the first place, much less why he agreed to attend such an enormous wedding. He knew literally no one there, other than his date, who was now by the entrees, talking to a stallion twice his stature, twice his good looks, and was probably packing a magnum sized cock which trumped his by a million. So, why was he here? Because he apparently hated himself and wanted something to put his self esteem back in its rightful hole. So much money, so much success was in this chapel. So many good looking ponies with their futures in tact.

He loved Pearl and Death Metal for sure, but knowing them was more or less a very unlikely happenstance. He had no place here. Splinter couldn’t approach anyone. His mouth would mumble if he even attempted speech. His palms would get sweaty and he would divert his eyes away from them as the conversation went on. Splinter thought it best to just play the wallflower and be silent.

That was until he saw someone that almost made him spill his punch all over the floor. Splinter was an avid comic book reader. He loved the mythos and the storylines of many different superheroes and had heard that this illustrious pony would be here at this wedding. He even brought his Tenacious Spider-mare #636 to the party just in case he ran into the legend that was Quick Bullet. She was the artist for the issue that went down in comic book history simply because the artist and the writer got together while making it. There she was, the only difference from her and her picture was that she was now pregnant. From the looks of things, she was very pregnant.

His face became flushed, and his palms became sweaty. All the sudden the formalwear that he had on was becoming especially uncomfortable. He was hot under the collar, literally, and he knew that he had to overcome his unsocial nature to make this happen. Sure, just waltz up to a pony and ask her to sign something while she was in a completely unrelated event. Why did he have it in the first place? Just in case? He was so pathetic that even in the biggest event of the year, he figured he should bring it along because why not? Yeah, those answers were the perfect way to get a restraining order nailed to the back of his skull.

No time for that right now! Those thoughts needed to be put to rest. The sudden image of Death Metal nearly forcing him to fuck her and grow some balls came to mind. She said he needed to stop being such a pansy and take the reigns once in a while! Damnit, that’s what needed to happen right then! He’d already fucked both of the brides at this wedding, what the hell was he afraid of? That she would think he was a creep? Big deal!

Splinter mustered up enough energy and power to make his way through the party members and not lose sight of her. She was snacking on the entrees alone, possibly even bored. Well, now was the time.

“Ummm, excuse me?” He said, and her purple eyes went to him. Suddenly, his throat dried up and his brow began to sweat. “Hi.” He cleared his throat, and had a sudden warmth wash over him as she smiled at him.

“Hello. How are you?” Her voice was so sweet and welcoming. All the sudden, he wondered what all of the frustration and hesitation was about.

“I’m doing fine. You’re Quick Bullet, aren’t you?” He asked, and the surprised expression on her face suddenly made him question his perception. She was yellow furred, she had wings and her description was matched to a T other than the aforementioned pregnancy.

“Ummm, yes, I’m Quick Bullet, you can call me Letty. And you are?” She tilted her head a little bit.

“Oh, my name’s Wood Splinter.” He said and reached into his side pack, which he would defend up and down as not being a purse, but a side pack. “I heard you may be at this party, so I brought this with me.” He pulled out a certain comic book that made her laugh out loud.

“Oh, my God! Where did you find this?” She asked as she looked over the cover which she did not draw. “I’ve only seen this variant cover once, but I’d never seen the actual comic it was on.”

“Oh, I found it on the internet. It cost me a pretty bit.” He said and before she could ask for a pen, he gave her a black permanent marker. She giggled once again and slid the comic out of its protective cover. With a skilled hand, she sketched her signature across the bottom of it. A bright smile on her face. “I have a lot of memories with this comic. It’s so good to see that it’s still alive and well.” She opened the comic and started looking through it. The fight between Spider-mare and Rainscald was a lot different than the first draft that she and Fable drew up. The sketches of their original version were not even known to exist to the public. However, if anyone were to find out their existence, the price of those sketches would be monumental, and the lawsuit from Cosmic Comics would probably be astronomical. “If you would like, I could get Fable to sign this as well.”

Splinter’s heart skipped a beat. The mere thought of running into Fable Prose made him lose his breath. “F-F-Fable is here?” He swallowed hard. “Isn’t he also… Red--”

“Yes, he is Red Quill. But he would be more than happy to sign it for you. He wasn’t a big fan of this variant cover, but I can find him around here somewhere and he can sign it.” Letty smiled at how cute he looked when he was nervous. That was when she noticed two men in the same black suits come up behind Splinter, making him turn his head either way to look at them.

“Miss Quick Bullet?” One of the taller, dark stallions asked as they both loomed over Splinter, looking at her with their earpieces in, connected to a wire. They were obviously security. She nodded. “Ma’am, Miss Pearl has requested to see you in her dressing room.”

She blinked at them, then looked at Splinter. His heart was sinking, it seemed. The thought of getting both the writer and the artist’s signature on his very well kept comic book. She pointed at Splinter and looked at them. “Can Wood Splinter come too?”

Both security guards looked down at Splinter. Then one looked at the other. The black suited stallion turned away and pressed the comm link, talking quietly into his device. The only words they could catch were when he was turning back around.

“Affirmative, understood.” He looked at Letty and nodded. “He has been authorized access as well. Come with us.”

The two security guards turned and began to walk out of the main celebration hall, walking past the guests and into the side hall, which had another guard posted at it. The guard nodded to his associates, then opened the door for them.

Deeper they went into the hallway, and they must have seen around five security guards in all. All of them making absolutely certain that there were no trespassers as they kept in constant communication. Apparently, Death Metal was on the other side of the chapel, getting ready for her greatest day of her life.

The security guard finally opened the last door in the hallway, and it was revealed that the room was large enough to take up three doors. Pearl’s dress room was huge and beautiful with flowery wallpaper, lush red carpet, pictures of other weddings, and a vanity dresser that took up a great deal of the wall. There was a hair styling chair with a row of mirrors next to the dresser, there were beautiful lamps giving light along with the ceiling chandelier. It was a bride’s dream room and there was Pearl with three mares dressing her. So far, they had done her hair up in a luscious blend of flowers, pearls, diamonds and wavy beauty. The only thing she had on was a corset, a pair of panties, and old fashioned netted panty-hose held up by a garter belt. Her enormous tits were held straight forward in full view. The tailor mare was making some last second preparations on the divine wedding dress on a white mannequin beside the dresser.

“Pearl!” Letty smiled and held out her hands toward the pink bride whose face lit up at the sight of her.

“Letty! Oh, dear sweet winged angel, come here.” They walked to each other and gave each other big hugs. “It’s so good to see you’re still in good health. How is the baby? Are they doing okay?” She knelt in front of Letty and pressed her cheek and ear up to her hard pregnant belly.

“The baby’s doing fine, active and kicking, but fine. I’m due to go into labor at any point.” Letty said and Pearl looked up toward her, giving her belly a kiss.

“Well, if you need a quick getaway, I have an ambulance standing by just in case of emergency. I made sure nothing was going to ruin this day, and your baby being born would just be the icing on the cake.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble.” Letty said as she watch Pearl rise to her hooves.

“Not at all! I love babies and would be honored if your little doll graced us with her presence.” Pearl smiled and embraced the pegasus once again. Then she looked over toward Splinter, who obviously couldn’t stop staring at the two dark pink nipples exposed before him. “Speaking of dolls. Splinter, my dear boy, I’m glad you could make it. Did you come with Cloudsplitter?”

“I--umm, yes. She’s in the main hall.” He said, trying his best to look her in her red eyes. “I can go back, if you want.”

“Don’t be silly.” Pearl said, then she noticed that Letty was carrying what looked like a magazine in her right hand. Pearl took hold of it and slipped it out of the yellow pony’s hand to look at it. “Ah, this old thing. I have three copies of it. Good issue, I must say, you and Fable did wonders for the writing and art. Not that I had any doubt in my red friend. I will never let him forget that he met you because I got him that job.” Pearl giggled and Letty blushed.

“He has told me. I still can’t thank you enough. That was the most wonderful evening.” Letty smiled and Pearl pecked her on the lips. “Now, you’re going to be with the one you love. It’s so romantic.”

“Oh, that old thing? She can burn in hell for all I care.” Pearl scoffed and handed Letty back the comic book. “Can you believe she had the nerve to ditch me this morning after getting me all riled up? Death is about to live up to her name if she’s not careful. I will lace my lipstick with poison and I will wave the antidote in front of her face as she dies!” Pearl’s face puffed out with anger and her nostrils flared.

“You’re still a little on edge, I take it?” Letty tilted her head toward Pearl who put her fingers on her temples and rubbed.

“What gave me away?” Pearl sighed, clenching her eyes shut. “I’m all for teasing, but Death has taken it too far. I’ve got a surprise for her after this ceremony is over. It’s not cutting her oxygen off at the source, but it’s not bad as far as revenge plots go.” That devious smile crossed Pearl’s face and both Splinter and Letty looked at each other, somewhat worried.

“Well, I don’t know about Splinter, but I could possibly help you with that.” Letty smiled sweetly, drawing Pearl’s attention at its fullest.

“Ma’am the preparations are done, so if you’d like to start fitt--” The tailor started to say but Pearl aggressively waved her hand at her and shushed her continuously.

“You’d do that for me?” Pearl asked and Letty blushed as she nodded. “Well, I mean, I would love to. I just can’t ruffle my hair or it would take another two hours to fix. I need to be careful, we don’t have much time, and it would need to be in a hurry.”

“I can do hurry.” Splinter’s face was beet red as he raised his hand in an excited voice. All five mares in the room turned to look at him as his eyes glazed over and his face turned it complexion from blue to red, then purple. There was a long pause as every excited emotion washed over the orange earth pony, his hand still raised because he suddenly forgot how to put it down and the sudden boner that grew in his pants became rigid for no honest reason.

“Well, alright then.” Pearl said as she dropped her thong down to her hooves and kicked them off to the side. Splinter’s eyes focused in on Pearl’s ass as she walked over to the dresser and leaned onto it with her hands pressing onto its surface. “Just be careful, don’t go too hard and above all else,” Pearl’s eyes scowled back at the young stallion. “Don’t make a mess.”

In no time, Splinter’s pants were down and his modest cock popped straight up, much to Pearl’s delight. In terms of size, he was lacking a bit, but he was as hard as a cock could get. She was known as a size queen to many, but few would note that she put a lot more stock in spirit. Based on their previous encounter, Pearl knew he had an abundance of that. Not to mention, he put his heart and soul into every session, according to Cloudsplitter.

This was no acception. Splinter was on Pearl immediately from behind and his dark brown prick slid into Pearl with no effort. She was not kidding when she said she was frustrated. Her pussy gripped him in a warm, sopping wet vise and he had to work to push deep. The pink pony sighed with enamoured lust as he started to fuck her as softly but as quickly as he possibly could. When Cloudsplitter had a headache but still wanted his jizz all over her sweet ass, he developed a technique so he didn’t cause any repercussions with each thrust.

Many would wonder how Splinter could perform like this in front of a crowd. The hairdresser, the tailor, the assistant and Letty all watched as he bumped against her in quick succession. The truth of the matter was that Splinter went deaf and blind as soon as he saw that pink pussy open up before him. Dropping his pants in front of every pony in the room meant little to nothing after that.

Pearl’s juices flowed all over his piping hot penis as he grabbed onto her tight ass cheeks. Neither of them noticed that the assistant came forward with a tissue and held it underneath their connection to catch a slowly dropping string of juice in it so that it didn’t get on her legs or on the floor. The tailor kept a close eye on the corset she wore to insure it was not getting ruffled, but it turned out that Splinter was a bit more skilled than they gave him credit for.

He could barely contain his illation from the whole scenario he was caught in now. Getting together with Cloudsplitter had been an adventure all its own and this was only one example of what he had gotten into since then. Then he wondered if she would want a picture of this.

She couldn’t take this anymore. He was going at such a fast, even pace and he never let up, not even once. The pattern he was into was a powerful one and it jammed into her pussy just right to get her going. As she came, her juice sprayed onto his balls, and the assistant nearly freaked.

The tailor started to examine the corset, and only found a few little tiny spots where the juice hit, but she was still quick to get the cleaning solution. Coin Purse, Pearl’s assistant stopped Splinter with a hand on his hip and started wiping his groin area down with a wet nap.

“Exit Miss Pearl’s vagina, please.” She said, pushing him back and continuing to wipe him down while the tailor, Stitch Job, worked on Pearl. Coin Purse, the very dark brown unicorn with blond hair put her mouth on the very hard dick to lick off the juices, both hers and his. She examined it closely, then deep throated it, her tongue working on the balls sack as she did. His mouth opened as his jaw dropped at the feeling of her very impromptu blowjob. She sucked on him a few more times to make sure he was still nice and hard, then cleaned off her saliva. Her hand jerked his cock with a fresh wet nap to make it clean once again.

Splinter looked at her as she gave him a neutral, business oriented look. She halted him as he was about to go at Pearl again and shook her head. “Miss Pearl needs to get dressed now. She is relieved and will now put on her gown.”

“But--” Splinter began to say but she cut him off with an open hand, then pointed over toward Letty, who was enjoying the show from the barber chair. Her dress was up and her thong was around her ankle. “Letty?”

The pregnant mare spread her legs toward him and lifted her skirt even more to give him a very good view of her sopping quim. She motioned for him to come over and patted her pussy with a very wet and soft slapping noise.

While the wedding staff worked on Pearl, the bride grinned at him as he approached the pegasus.

“Thank you, Splinter. That was exactly what I needed. Now, instead of killing my bride-to-be, I may just torture her for a few hours.” She giggled as he scratched the back of his head. Pearl went back to bride mode and concentrated on getting dressed.

“Don’t be shy.” Letty said as he approached her. His pants and underwear were on the floor at one point, but one of the assistants took it up to be ironed and straightened. “I’m not as dainty as I look.” She smiled at him with a warm expression as he legs spread out to accept his still throbbing, erect penis. She sighed as he pushed into her and held onto both of her legs for leverage. “That’s it.”

Splinter could hardly hold back. He knew he had to start slow, but his rhythm was getting aggressive, which Letty seemed more than okay with. He went as deep as he could into her and pushed his thrusts hard as his hips patted against hers, making her breathe hard along with him. Her very large, milk-filled tits bounced up and down as the dark brown tits were exposed from her dress being pulled down from them. His hands slid up to the sides of her large belly and he was already back to sweating. She moaned and pressed her hands against his.

“Go as hard as you want. Fuck me!” Letty breathed in a fit of passion as he started pushing and slapping his groin against hers. Her soaked pussy dripped onto the chair, mixed with his dousing precum. He had been holding in as long as he could, but that was not going to last him very long. After fucking one of the brides and getting a surprise blowjob from a beautiful unicorn, he was done.

He climaxed quite hard. His cum splattered and covered her insides as his cock shot deep into her vaginal tunnel. She had already cum three times, once from masturbating to him fucking Pearl and twice from his luxurious performance. She accepted his juice with a gentle sigh and harsh breathing.

As soon as he pulled out, though. The two free assistants went to work. One laid a wipe up to Letty’s pussy to clean up the mess inside of her. Coin Purse, once again, sucked on Splinter’s cock to clean up his dick of all of the juices. Her mouth was so warm and gentle, yet she still managed to keep that straight business face on as she did it. To his surprise, she swallowed all of the juice and kept licking. She raised his dick up to lick at his balls and make sure all of it was cleaned up before wiping it off with a wet washcloth. By the time she was done, Splinter’s dick was back up to its hardest as his eyes boggled, gazing at her with a flabbergasted expression.

She looked up at his face and raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got quite the drive, Mr. Splinter.”

Before he could reply, she began sucking him off like one of the biggest pros he had ever seen. Her mouth sucked him as her tongue rushed all over the cock’s surface. Her fingers gently squeezed his balls while her head bobbed back and forth. He couldn’t even get a word in before he locked his face up and came once again. Within seconds, she drank his cum clean off and after two more head bobs, his cock was clean once again. With one more swipe of the washcloth, she nodded.

“There.” She said as wiped the side of her lips off of the excess. “Your pants are fully pressed and ready.” She said as she picked up his pants and underwear, handing them back to him. He was speechless. He merely nodded his thank you and started putting back on his clothes. “Thank you, once again, for your service.” She said as both Letty and Splinter were ready to go. She had them escorted out of the bride’s private wing and both of them stood in the main party hall once again.

“Did…” He started to say, then shook his head in puzzled expression. “Did that just happen?”

“I think so? Anyway. Come on, Fable should be around here somewhere.” Letty led him into the party once again, his comic book in hand. He nodded, and followed with some enthusiasm.