The Layers of Death Metal

Death Metal had one assistant that she called upon whenever she needed her, which was rarely. She wasn’t getting fully dressed until the time was at hand and her hair was now back to being just above shoulder level. For a pony who didn’t care about her looks, she was gussied up quite nicely. Her raven black hair was styled in something of a gothic look, but a beautiful wave as such. It almost hung over her eyes, but her green eyes were in full view. Her nails were pitch black and her corset was black with white ruffles all around the upper and lower edges, like what you’d see in a steampunk convention.

None of that mattered right that moment, though. Right now, she had a blue stallion laying on the floor with his wrists tied above his head, and his legs tied together. His dark blue cock was in full view and his styled brown hair was a bit more shabby than when he arrived. Night Moon smiled at her, obviously nervous as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her room color was bright and frilly, much like Pearl’s, but the lights were all dimmed to a very dull illumination. She hummed a little bit and then looked back at him once again. Her ass was in his full view as she hadn’t bothered to put on her panties, and her tits only had the under boobs covered to make them stick upward more. Her bright gray nipples were in full view.

“So, how ya been, MixiMoon?” She asked, calling him by his DJ name was a benefit he only afforded a few. She was one of those few. “Glad to see you could make it.”

“Me too. Though, I’ve never been in this predicament with you before.” He said. Their relationship wasn’t exactly PG-13 rated, in fact he had seen her naked more than once. However, he had never seen her be such a horny mare before. She was quite adamant about him getting on the floor for her. He had no arguments, but to see this side of her was a surprise to say the very least.

“Meh, I figured if Pearl can take three in the cooch for her bachelorette party, that I could have what I wanted in terms of stallions. Then I realized that I’ve admired your cock more than once, but never indulged in it.” Death said as she looked at her eye liner very closely, making sure there was no smudging. Apparently, the makeup lady that Pearl hired was damn good at her job.

“And this is how you wanted it?” Night Moon looked at her with a doubtful expression.

“No, I just wanted to see if you’d do it and stay there while I teased you with tits and ass.” Death Metal passed him a tiny smile and reached downward, giving his very rigid erection a tiny slap, making it sway side to side. “Looks like it worked.”

“I have a freak side. Don’t judge me.” He said with a grin.

“Excuse me? Did you just talk back to me, you little runt?” She turned to him with a furrowed brow and a clenched jaw. His eyes went wild as she got down and grasped his dick with a hard grip. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. He was fairly sure this was a game she was playing, but she was a surprisingly good actress. He gasped as she spat on his cock head started jerking his member with a bit of fury added.

“No! I’m sorry! I’ll be--Aww!” He shivered and gasped as she slapped his horse cock, harder this time. Now his head was ballooning up slightly as his penis tightened against its stretched skin. The helplessness, the fact that he couldn’t move or do anything, it was strangely endearing.

“That’s right you’ll be good!” Death said and then smiled at him, pecking his snout with her lips and squeezing his shaft a little bit. “Because you’re just a sucker for this stuff. Nice going, Mr. Stud.” She got back up to her hooves and spread her legs to either side of his hips.

“I’m glad you’re having so much fun.” He said as she squatted down and began to rub her pussy lips against the front of his shaft. He gritted his teeth and let out a very small groan as she gazed at him with a stoic expression. She motioned for him to give her his hands. As he did, she untied his wrists, grabbed both of them and put his palms onto her modest breasts. He squeezed them, and she began to rock against his long erection.

“I’m not the only one.” She whispered to him and came to him fact to face. “This has been long overdue.” They kissed, and she gasped as he began to pinch both of her nipples. Her grinding became rhythmic. Death felt every little rough surface of his shaft against her, especially his mid ring. She looked down to see that precum had already began to seep out of his head. “You’re sure Star won’t mind?”

“Oh, yeah, actually, she said she wanted a few pictures, if you don’t mind.” Night Moon smiled and brought her breasts to his face, starting to lick and suck on every part of them, concentrating on her small areolas. She sighed, holding the back of his head as she continued to rock harder. Her vagina oozed juice onto him, making his member slick.

She became a bit careless, though, and he slipped into her honey hole. He was big and her hole stretched as a result, making her cringe. Death Metal wanted more of him inside of her and as she sat back on top of him, she moaned softly. She sat back as they looked at one another. His hands slid down her black corset, admiring the craftsmanship of it. The admiration was short lived, though. Death began to bounce on top of him. He was balls deep inside of her and she could feel his shaft rub against her tunnel walls. She breathed hard along with him as he held onto her hips.

Her hips held the cutie mark of a black heart raveled within a green chain of barbed wire. His own being a compact disc which depicted an almost full moon known as a Waning Gibbous. As she enjoyed herself on top of him, he couldn’t help but remember back to the time that he met her. She started out as a lowly girl with no parents, barely a home, and entering the fighting ring with nothing but the clothes on her back and her two fists. She was a star fighter back in those days and he was the DJ who supplied the music. Since then, she had grown, even though her height hadn’t. She still managed to become successful in her own right. She would settle for nothing less than what she deserved and what she earned.

To see her then, enjoying his company as much as he enjoyed hers, it was almost surreal. The pleasure within his cock was mounting at a very fast rate. Cowgirl was not a position he and Star Burst favored, but then again, they hadn’t tried it all that much either. Now, he was thinking that maybe they should indulge in it a bit more often. Then she disconnected from him. Juice leaked from her pussy hole as his cock flopped down onto his lower abs and she stood up.

His eyes went wide as his cock when to blue balls mode and he cringed as his dick tightened with the head ballooning a little bit. “Pearl was right, you are a total bitch.” He said through clenched teeth.

“Sticks and stones, Moon.” She got up and went to his ankles, untying them to release his hooves. That’s when he got up and went on the attack! He grappled onto her from behind and held onto her arms. She gasped a little bit in surprise, but then looked back at him to see his smiling face. “What do you think you’re doing?” Death Metal said, her arms clenching up against his hands.

“You’re a fighter, right? I thought you’d like it rough!” He used his strength and her smaller size to barrel her down to the floor and bind her as she struggled.

“You’re gonna regret thi-- OH!” Somehow, from behind, he angled his rock solid penis and shoved it deep within her, causing her to cry out. “Oh! God!” She lost strength in her arms as he began to pound her tight, throbbing pussy with his manly sex organ and caused her to cry out with each thrust into her as she laid the side of her face onto the carpet. “You’re punching my--ah!--uterus!” She cried out as he man-handled her arms behind her back and felt as weak and helpless as a doll.

“Feels a bit different when you’re not the one in charge, huh?” With one hand slapping her flank and the other holding her wrists together, he plowed her quim and stretched it with his thick rod. His hips patted against her bare ass, causing wet pats and high pitched yelps from her whimpering. His hand squeezed her asscheek which now bared his red handprint.

Death Metal’s eyes almost rolled into the back of her head. Even if she wouldn’t admit it, what Pearl and her did in bed was so amazingly sensual and moistening that getting fucked like a rabbit was turning her on more than usual.

“Please! Go easy on--oohhh!” Before she could even finish, he started rushing her cunt. He fucked as fast as he possibly could and pounded her without mercy. Her orgasm triggered in a big way, and wetness sprayed onto his balls which slapped her pussy mound. That warm spray of juice triggered his own orgasm and he relished the feeling of forcing an orgasm out of one such as her. The big bad Death Metal looked like the small and dainty Daisy Meadows at that moment and that only rushed him toward his own huge climax.

Huge ropes of cum wads soaked her insides. He did not let up even a little bit as he pushed into her pussy with all his force, shooting sperm all over her little tube. His strength finally gave out, though and his legs buckled out from under him as he leaned backward and set his hands on the ground to either side of him. Night Moon panted hard for breath, his forehead dripped with sweat and his cock was completely glazed with mixture of their erotic fluids.

Death Metal’s cheek was harder against the floor while her ass was sticking straight up in the air. Her pussy dripped with the warm, milky substance. She sweat all over the floor and looked back at him with a sneer.

“Think you’re so tough, don’t you?” She asked him as she finally got up to get to her wipes to clean off the sweat and make sure she didn’t mess up her corset.

“Not at all. I’m certain you could have beaten my ass against the wall if you really wanted to. I’m flattered that you let me indulge myself.” Night Moon said as he picked up his phone to make sure that he got all of the pictures he needed. He knew that Star Burst was not going to believe him.

“So long as you know that. Now, you’ve had your fun.” She motioned for him to shoo toward his clothes, and he took her meaning. He knew she was too prideful to admit that she enjoyed playing the sub for once. A personality such as hers did not succumb to such treatment on a regular basis, but once in a while it was well worth it. Night Moon was quick to get on his clothes and exit without another word as Death Metal began to get dressed.

The cake’s preparations were now officially complete! Both Pop Candy and Jasmine had their dresses brought to the wedding, knowing that they were not going to partake until the wedding cake indisputably finished. The Unicorn and the Abyssinian, anthropomorphic cat girl stood in front of it and marveled at their beautiful, hard work. The cake was very tall, and held up by plastic, decorated pillars. There were beautiful, faded colored flowers all over it and every single ingredient they used was of the highest caliber in quality.

“I know we should be getting to the ceremony… but I can’t stop looking at it.” Pop said, putting her arm around Jasmine’s shoulder. The bengal patterned feline nodded two big times as she, too, stared at their work in all its wondrous glory. “I haven’t felt like this since the day my candy store reopened. Pearl is going to love it!”

They stood in a kitchen where cooks and waiters scrambled around to get orders out and refill the horderves at the tables and platters. No one was allowed within a certain distance from the cake, though. No one came near them, except for the unicorn mare that walked into the kitchen in a huff. She looked toward the two chefs that were preparing the desserts.

“What exactly am I looking at?” Frozen Pop asked as she walked to the table where he was putting together the very small fudge sundaes. “Where are the cherries? I told you every single one of them should have a cherry on top, but now I’m also seeing that you put almost no whipped cream on some of them! These desserts represent Frozen Pop’s Frozen Treat in every dish! So far, I’m not impressed!”

“Miss Frozen, I’m… I’m sorry, I couldn’t find the cherries.” The young stallion said as he held an ice cream scoop while he worked on another batch of sundaes.

There was a moment where Frozen turned her head either way. Then she opened up two drawers on the kitchen island and pulled out a very huge jar of cherries, setting them on the table in front of him. There wasn’t another word spoken between them. There was just him opening the jar and looking ashamed as he looked ashamed.

Frozen gazed at him for only a moment, not really wanting to twist the knife too much. Then she looked over at the cat girl and unicorn standing in front of the cake.

“Ah, Pop Candy! My old arch nemesis.” Frozen said, drawing Pop’s attention.

“Frozen! So glad you could make it! Come here! Look at this!” Pop Candy motioned toward the cake. The bright blue unicorn looked at the two of them and smiled. She walked over to the cake along with them and gazed in its glory. It was so beautiful, the detailing was obviously very meticulous and took a great deal of time to make.

“Oh my, ladies. You two have outdone yourselves.” Frozen kept studying the cake. Jasmine also gazed at its glory, but that’s when her feline ears began to twitch. She looked around at the side wall as she felt the vibrations. It sounded like a whole lot of tiny tapping that only ferals could sense.

“Jasmine?” Pop Candy drew the bengal cat’s attention. “You alright?”

“Yeah…” Jasmine replied. However, her eyes could not seem to leave the wall beside them.

“An interview, gee, why am I surprised that would be your offer?” Death Metal said as she stood in her black wedding dress. Everything about it was beautifully dark. The gems on her upper chest near her neck were a deep, dark red. The gift of rubies were one of the very few overly expensive jewelry. They were small and crusted over the black blouse surface. The dress went down to her ankles, where her tiny hooves were in laced boots. Her hands were on her waist as she gave Jet Stream the stink eye.

The lady stood in her dressiest red dress. The silk patterns on her blouse blended into its red background in darker red fabric. She held up her phone as a recording device and grinned at the white earth pony who was not far at all away from being married. The preparations were close to complete and she would get the signal to head to the ceremony.

“You haven’t asked what’s in it for you.” Jet tilted her head to the side. “I’m of a mind that you would like some backstage passes to a certain show in Manehattan. Someone known as Skullhoof?”

Death Metal’s eyes went scowled as Jet held up the VIP passes. The prints looked very authentic in their black border, red background and sleek skull like figure. They were in protective plastic sleeves. “I may have read somewhere about your encounter with another certain rock band? Would you mind shedding some light on that backstage experience?”

“Wait a minute, where the hell did you get two VIP passes to one of the most--” Death began to speak but then she was interrupted by what sounded like a scream. Both Jet’s and Death Metal’s eyes went full wideness. “What the hell?”

“Discussion to be continued.” Jet said into her phone as she hit the stop button. The two of them rushed out the door to see what the commotion was.

Spiders came from an ever growing hole in the wall. They were larger than normal spiders, and spread out. They were solid black and three times larger than tarantulas. Slowly, they crawled toward the wedding cake. The cooks and the servers began to scream, backing away from the hole. However, Pop Candy and Frozen Pop both began to concentrate their magic horns.

“Jasmine! Get the cake out of here!” Pop Candy shouted as her horn began to shine ever so bright in the face of the disgusting creatures. In an instant, the spiders were ensnared and found it very hard to move. The eight legged fiends stood before the two of them, and watched as the feline cook took hold of the cake and ran toward the push doors that led to the party room.

As she neared the doors, they swung open to show Death Metal coming in, revealing her black wedding dress, in a fighting position.

“Make way!” Jasmine shouted as she scurried fast toward her. Death did not hesitate to make sure both of the doors were wide open for the cat girl to go through.

The white earth pony put on a tough face, but that softened a great deal as she laid eyes upon those slow moving spiders that stood about half a foot off the ground on creepy crawly arachnid legs. Death Metal froze, her lips pursed and her knees locked. She stood as still as she could in that pose. She didn’t bob to stay loose or plan any defense. Daisy Meadow simply stood in stasis.

“Get the guests calm.” Grem said, stepping out from behind Death Metal and standing beside her. The gray bat was decked out in her black royal guard armor and wielding a dark metal sword. Death looked to the bat pony as she glared her bright blue eyes toward the spiders as Frozen Pop cast a freezing spell that started to frostbite the large bug right in front of her.

“Get out of my kitchen!” Frozen commanded the crawling monsters.

Death Metal gulped hard and laughed a shrill, harsh guffaw and waved her hand.

“Wh-why would I need to do that? I-I’m not afraid of spiders.” Death Metal’s buckling knees drew the orange maned bat’s attention as she readied her sword to strike.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold them off for when you get back.” She grinned at Death, who gave another shrill laughter.

“Oh! Good idea! I should really calm down the guests.” Death Metal turned around quickly.

“Really? Of all things? Spiders?” Grem silently judged, which Death could feel her doing as she ran toward the main hall. It was the white unicorn royal guard lashing out first, though! He dashed in with his sword at the ready! Diamond Sword brought his sword to the fight and stood ready toward the malevolent spider invaders!

“Get back!” Grem commanded as all of them stood firm in front of them. When one even moved an inch, Pop Candy blasted them with an entrapment spell. As she did that, Diamond Sword made a move at another spider that was clearly prepared to charge. His horn lit up in a brilliant yellow aura as he impacted the oncoming spider and shoot him straight back into the hole from whence he came. Grem was next to attack, driving the spider back with the swipes of her sword. Her batwings flapped as she jumped and kept up the attack, causing the spiders to flee.

With some concentration, Pop Candy closed her eyes and held out her hands. Her horn glowed, as did both of her hands, causing a rock to expand and shape itself like the hole, blowing it off completely. Frozen Pop pointed at three of the waiters.

“You and you, go check on the cake! Make sure Jasmine is okay! Go!” Frozen said and they nodded, heading out into the main hall.

Death Metal’s eye twitched as she stood in front of a whole crowd of questioning faces. Three of her security guards blocked their way into the kitchen.

“Everything is… okay. It’s… alright. We’re fine.” Death Metal mumbled as loud as he could toward them. Her eyes could not stop twitching as she attempted public speaking.

“Ma’am, are you sure you do not want Pearl to be alerted to this development?” One of the security guards whispered in Death Metal’s ear.

“Are you serious right now? Do not alert my bride to this! She has been under enough stress and they let her have a large glass of wine in order to settle down! This situation is being handled! You know what? Screw it.” Death Metal sighed and held up her hands toward the crowd. “Could you all please go to the ceremony hall? I believe I am ready to begin.” She gave a bright, nervous smile toward all of them. The guests froze, but then elated in sheer delight as they turned around and made their way toward the front of the chapel.

Death, on the other hand, buckled in the knee and it was Spark who came to her rescue as most of the crowd went on. Fable rushed to their side, and Winter went up to the kitchen.

“Mom?” Winter called into the kitchen. Death motioned for the guards to let him through. The situation was cleaned up, and the cake was returned by Jasmine.

“Are you alright, Death?” Spark asked, and the earth pony smiled at him with a nod.

“I’m fine, just got a little anxious there. I don’t like crowds.” Death looked off to the side and downward. “Nor do I like spiders.”

“Do you need a minute?” Fable asked and Death shook her head. She took Fable’s hand and stood to her feet. “Then we can take our places.”

All of them worked to get the kitchen situation normalized, then the congregation gathered around the altar.