The Layers of Death Metal

by Calico64

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Porn, Profanity, Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 56630

Death Metal is falling on hard times, and things seem to get worse when her anger explodes toward a spoil little brat, Pearl Necklace.

Death Metal is falling on hard times, and things seem to get worse when her anger explodes toward a spoil little brat, Pearl Necklace.

Published 2017-07-09 18:50:07 UTC
Last updated 2019-01-14 16:03:12 UTC

Let Me Teach You

The young, bright gray pony tapped her hoof on the floor as she sat on the couch. She brushed her long, black hair out of her eyes and sighed. All of the thoughts swirling in her head were driving her berserk. Sleep was hard for her the night before, and for very good reason. Death Metal was not one for surprises, for the most part. Yet that mare still insisted on keeping her in the dark on her plans.

She’d been seeing Pearl Necklace for a little over a month now, and little by little, she was letting her break down her walls. Those walls that she built in her psyche to keep her safe from being hurt. Those walls that kept her quiet in public places, that kept her comments snarky, and kept her fists raised, ready for any punches that would come her way. Pearl was opening her up into an entirely different world. It was wonderful, but this kind of happiness made Death extremely edgy.

Death Metal was a virgin. She wasn’t proud of that fact, nor did it really occur to her to really think about it until just recently. Sex was never on her mind throughout the beginning of her life, she simply kept to herself, and decked a motherfucker if they overstepped their bounds. To her, she was just an out of luck pony with a shit childhood who did fighting tournaments, and kept digging herself deeper into a hole.

Then came this rich, snobbish bitch who flipped her world completely upside down. She figured she’d seen them all, and seen all they had to offer, then Pearl Necklace took her by the reins and started showing her the other side of the world. Sure, Death Metal came from extreme poverty. Was even homeless for a little while. Even if all of this was true, she didn’t want to delve too deep into the world of the wealthy. She figured she’d come this far on her own, she didn’t want to count on her… girlfriend… to live. So she kept her minimum wage job, and she kept her run down apartment.

On their first night together, Death Metal confessed three things that astounded Pearl to no end. The last one was what coaxed Pearl Necklace into bending Death over and shoving her snout into her crotch, causing DM to have her first real orgasm. Yes, they had had lesbian sex many, many times in their time together. However, there was still that V word that could not truly go away without the touch of a stallion. A real man’s… “thing” was the only thing that could free her from those ties. It was for this reason that she didn’t break her hymen. Not even with toys. She’d used a dildo before, but never got it deep enough to penetrate the virgin skin.

So, there was the current situation. It was only five thirty, and already Death Metal’s palms were sweaty. Never in a million years would she admit that she was nervous, but underneath that slight earthquake was a fissuring land mass of volcanic proportions. How bad will it hurt? Will this make her sick? How can she make sure that she won’t get pregnant? Death Metal had been punched in the gut more times than she could count, maybe she couldn’t get pregnant. What exactly was Pearl’s plan? Who in the hell was she getting for this?

Death Metal jumped out of her skin as the door opened, and Pearl popped in with her bright, smiling face.

“Hey Daisy!!!” Pearl shouted as she walked into the living room, closing the door behind her. DM scowled at her as she walked in, still gathering herself from such a huge start.

“I thought we agreed to nix the real name calling.” Death said, almost regretting telling Pearl her real name was Daisy Meadow. “So…”

“Oh! Yes, it’s all wired, just let me do the talking, okay? I swear, you will not regret doing this, and always remember that I am not pressuring you.” Pearl said as she sat down beside Death, and took both of her hands. “Just stay calm, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any moment. I will cancel the whole thing at a moment’s notice.”

Death Metal looked into Pearl’s eyes, and suddenly she saw those beautiful, soft red eyes as they gazed into her green ones. She started to see that sweet, motherly side to Pearl that use to make her uneasy, but Death started to find them welcoming over time.

“Alright, I’m giving this a chance.” She said, causing Pearl to smile big.

“Great! I have the perfect stallion picked out for you. I think my tactics of matchmaking are spot on in this case! I’ve really out done myself.” Pearl said, tooting her own horn, as usual.

“Yeah, well, Ms. Matchmaker, where is he?” Death Metal said, looking around her living room, then looking back toward the door.

“Hmm? Who?” Pearl asked, and then she snapped out of her sudden trance of brain farting. “Oh! Ummm…” She looked around the living room too, and then did a facepalm. “Oh damnit.”

Pearl Necklace got up from the couch and went back over to the front door of the apartment. She opened the door, and stood out of the way.

“Heeeyyy, thanks for waiting, come on in!” She smiled sweetly as the tall, red pegasus with a black mane walked in. He carried a backpack in his right hand, and a pencil case in the other. Death’s eyes instantly widened a little bit upon seeing him. She… kind of recognized him? She couldn’t place him, but she recognized his face. If she was correct, he usually wore more nerdy, professor-like clothes on a regular basis.

“Ummm, I guess you’re Death Metal. Hi, my name is Fable Prose, and Pearl tells me you need help on a particular subject.” Fable said, extending his hand to her. Her face could not have been more placid. She blinked a few times before taking his hand in a firm shake. She continued to blink, then looked over at Pearl Necklace, then back at him.

“I guess you could say that.” Death Metal said, flat toned, with her face once again resting in its most bitchiest manner. This was both unintentional, and very intentional at the same time, if that made any sense to anyone but her.

“Right, well, don’t worry, I work slow, and as you start to get the momentum, I speed things along until it finally starts to come to you. Do you take notes? Or are you more of a visual learner?”

Death pursed her lips, and her eyes continued to widen with each sentence that he said. Was this what the experts were really like? Weren’t porn movies at least a little true in the nature that men were supposed to be something like a charmer, or at least more… I dunno… smooth?

“I… umm… more of a… hands on… I guess.” Death Metal replied, and as he turned around to open his backpack, and crouch down. He started taking out paper, pencils, and two large text books.

“Well, I’m not sure how you would go for hands on, but I guess we can work with something.” Fable said as he got out a… was that a study guide?

That’s when it hit Death Metal. Her eyes darted over toward Pearl Necklace, who was looking like she was seriously about to burst. Her hands were over her mouth, her cheeks were beet red, tears were running down her cheeks, and with the force of a thousand jet planes, she kept herself from outright laughing! Death gave her the most evil glare she could possibly muster, and it only seemed to make Pearl worse! At this point Pearl lurched over and just barely caught a bursting guffaw.

The whitish gray pony continued to scowl at Pearl until the red stallion turned around with his pencils and notebook paper stack, and she put on a sudden, fake smile.

“So… Fable. What subject are we… studying today?” Death asked as she took a stack of paper, and a number 2 pencil. She was a little surprised that anyone still used the old wooden pencils that needed sharpeners.

“Ummm, Pearl said you were having trouble in Anatomy class.”

Death Metal started nodding at him. Though, he took it as a confirmation that she was going to study anatomy, she had actually just confirmed the fact that she was going to kill Pearl. She would also make sure they never found the body.

By this time, Pearl looked like she was going to suffocate from all of the gales of laughter she was holding back.

“Alright, now I know the hardest part of anatomy is identifying each part of the body in their scientific terminology. They have some pretty long names, and there’s a lot of them. Like the Masseter, it’s right here.” He placed his hand on the side of his face and rubbed it. “It’s pretty much a long word for the cheek. Or the Depressor Labii Mandibularis, it’s just a really smart way of saying the lower jaw.”

Death Metal was about ready to start stabbing him at this point. She looked over at Pearl, who seemed to finally be calming down. She waved at Death Metal, which was pretty much the sign to calm down, she’s got this.

“Ummm, Fable, they’re not on the section of the head, they’re a bit closer to the midsection. So, if you could go to chapter…” Pearl got up and sat near Death, opening her textbook and looking at the table of contents. “Chapter 9, it deals with the nervous system. Specifically in relation to the Femoral Branch?”

“Ah, I see, alright, hold on, let’s get on the same page.” He said, looking through the book.

“Yes, and if you could show us an example. I think that would help the hands-on aspect.” She said as she did her best act in pretending to be engaged. She looked at Death Metal, who seemed to be a little more on board with this plan now, that was until Death looked back at Fable, and her jaw dropped as far as it would go.

Pearl had very seldom seen Death Metal express so much emotion, but when she looked back at Fable, her jaw dropped as well. He was absolutely ripped. He had all six abs plainly visible, and his pecs looked like weird shaped balloons that were on the verge of popping. The shirt made that much difference. His wings certainly did not help the notion that he wasn’t a complete angel.

“Ummm, so yeah, that branch of the nervous system is closer to the pelvis. It connects… oh wait, are you studying female or male anatomy right now?”

“Male…” Death Metal answered before Pearl could, and both of them looked at one another and gave that familiar look.

“Oh, I’m in the wrong section.” He started searching his book some more.

“Yeah, wrong section. I think we’re ready to study closer to the Adductors and the Sartorius region. Around there.” Pearl grinned as Fable’s expression changed substantially.

“Umm…. you mean closer to the pelvic region?”

“The pelvis! That’s what it was called! See? I told you he could help us. That’s what you missed on the test. Thank Celestia they’re allowing you to retake it, am I right?” Pearl asked, and Metal gave a nervous chortle, and slightly nodded.

Pearl Necklace got up from the couch and helped Fable undo his belt, along with his pants. “Now, pay attention, Death Metal, I’m going to help you pass this test even if it kills me.”

Death was suddenly blushing as Pearl undid his pants and pulled them down to expose his boxer briefs. Fable, who was already red, seemed to be darkening his complexion. He tried to say something, but Pearl seemed to already be in teaching mode.

“Now, the muscles down here in the pelvis range from the Superficial Epigastric artery, right over here.” She traced along Fable’s crevice where his hip met his leg. “It’s right next to the Femoral Artery.”

“I thought you were going for the nervous system.” Fable asked when he saw an opening in her speech.

“Oh, it’s a really complicated test.” She smiled up at him. “Now, remember that the Superficial Epigastric Artery is not the same as the Superficial External Pudendal Artery. They’re very close, but one’s on the inner section of the pelvis, right here, but they both run along the Femoral Artery.”

Death Metal started to look at Pearl with some serious props. She wasn’t even looking at the book, and yet she was pronouncing this stuff like she was a medical major. Death’s eyes turned to Fable’s crotch, which was starting to show signs of life. She looked up at his face, and his head was turned to the side, and his complexion went from dark red to bright purple.

“Alright, now let’s move on to the real test criteria.” Pearl said, and down came his drawers. Out popped his huge, dark shaded penis. He gasped, and his eyes widened as it was almost completely erect, and getting harder by the second. The size of it, even Pearl was staring in googly eyed wonder. The more they stared, the harder he got until his manhood was standing up in a diagonal direction.

Fable tried to say something, but Pearl cleared her throat, and snapped herself out of the whimsical trance she fell into. “Starting at the bottom, these big fellows are very important.” She grabbed his balls lightly, and put only slight pressure. “They produce the good stuff, and hang out of the body so that they keep a regulated temperature in which to do so. The inner lamina of prepruce is right above it, making up part of the shaft that extends from the scrotum.”

“Ummm… Pearl?” Fable said, and she looked up at him with a bright smile. “Wasn’t I supposed to… tutor this session?” He said, barely looking at her.

“Well, you see, that’s kind of not why I brought you here.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of noticing that.” Fable scoffed a little bit, making Pearl giggle. He turned to Death Metal, whose eyes seemed fixed on his hard genitalia. She’d seen them before, obviously, but never like this.

“Pearl…” Metal spoke in the quietest voice she could possibly muster. Its volume was just a hair above a whisper. Pearl turned to her, and she motioned for her to come over to her.

She got up from her kneeling position and went over to DM. She leaned in close and Death whispered into her ear for a moment.

“Ummm, Mr. Prose?” Pearl looked at him, and he still had his head turned away.

“Yeah?”

“Could you lift up your penis a little more, and give her a better view of your balls?”

His eyes widened, and he turned his head as far to the side as it would go. Still, he complied, and his scrotum made a very slight dangling motion. They were a very dark brown color, and they had tiny little veins, while the testicles were in perfect view. Death Metal gasped at this, and she also tried to hide her face with her hand. However, she spread two fingers to get a little peek.

“Pearl…” She whispered once again.

“Yes, dear?” She leaned into Death Metal, and there was another short whisper. Pearl giggled again.

“Could you come over to us, please?”

There was a little hesitation, but he did comply, and his cock bobbed up and down in front of them. Pearl gave her a little bit of encouragement, and she turned her head slowly back to Fable. Her hand reached up, and with her palm, she cupped the balls. The scrotum felt so thin, malleable, flimsy, and so very soft. She rubbed her hand over it ever so gently, knowing that it was the ultimate weakness for the male species. All her life she used it as a fail-safe when warding off handsy guys bigger than her. This was different, though, this took her strength away. It made her want to be ever so careful.

Then she noticed that there was a little wet spot on the tip of his cock. She had no idea what it was, but she knew it wasn’t piss. That fucking smell, it was seriously getting to her. It smelled so bad, but she couldn’t stop inhaling it. She started to feel hot under the collar, and the embarrassment she felt was manifesting itself into something far more. It reminded her of her first night with Pearl.

“Now, Death, I’m going to guide you on this one, because I made the mistake of not lubing before handling.” She said as she took a tube of gel out of her purse, and grabbed the gray pony’s wrist. Pearl put a light smear of lube over her palm, and then she goaded her into touching the main part of Fable’s shaft.

Ever so slowly, Death Metal began to jerk Fable’s dick. Soon enough, there came more juice from the tip, and it was smearing on as Death began to run her fingers over the skin from tip to center. Pearl was very impressed. It didn’t take long for her to start wanking like a pro, even making sure to get the pre-cum along with it. Then she did something Pearl didn’t expect. She leaned in, and very gently began to kiss the glans penis, from tip, and all around the bulbous head.

That was when Fable gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. His cock began to tighten, and his breath grew sharp. Pearl was about to tell her to be careful, and make sure that she wasn’t hurting him, but she was already shoving it into her mouth and suck on the shaft just below the head. The pink pony only looked with shock, seeing that her technique looked almost flawless. She used her lips, not her teeth, and made sure to work her tongue over the bottom.

“Oh, fuck.” Fable whispered under his breath, and his face turned up with his eyes clenched shut. She was a natural! Pearl was leaning back in the couch and marveling at her technique at this point.

Death pushed the cock deep, and her muzzle clamped over the preputial ring in the center of it. Pearl’s jaw dropped, noting that she didn’t make a single gag noise as she pulled the long, wet dick from her mouth. Her cheeks were beet red, and her breathing was becoming labored as she jerked the cock a little harder than before.

“Fuck, it’s hot!” Death said as she pulled off her black shirt, glad that she didn’t bother wearing a bra as her tits popped out, feeling the free air. “Okay.” Death gasped her words out as she held the shaft in her palm, and pressed the head of his penis to her cheek, feeling its wondrous warmth. “I think I got that… making friends with it down.”

“Uhhhh I think it’s ready to marry you at this point. Death, are you sure you’ve never sucked a cock before? You were making it your bitch!” Pearl said, her pants were already off at this point, and her panties already had a dark wet spot in the front.

“Yeah, you really… really did a great job.” Fable said, his breathing still not simmered down.

“Thank you, Fable, you’re such a good tutor, giving nurturing, encouraging feedback.” Pearl smiled at him. “Now, to the bedroom!”

It took them no time at all to get to the bedroom, and Death Metal laid down, only to put her hooves up in the air and pull her black jeans off. She wore green lace panties, and blushed as she saw Fable approved of them by the way he smiled, and stared at them.

“Now, Fable, I have heard that you’re not completely inexperienced at this. In fact I heard the girl from the library had a jolly old time.” Pearl gave him a devious grin, and he furrowed his brow.

“Does everyone know about that?” Fable asked, looking down at Death Metal, who shrugged.

“Yes, they do. Now, she’s gotten you nice and ramped up, now it is time for you to return the favor. Girls are a little different, it takes time and careful effort to get them fully ready for--”

She was interrupted as Death Metal accepted his approach, and he hooked his fingers around her panty lace, pulling them down to reveal that she was absolutely dripping wet. Pearl facepalmed as she saw this, and let out a great sigh.

“Death, why exactly are you waterfalling?” She rubbed her eyelids with her thumb and forefinger.

“Hey, you’re the one who told me to go without sex and rubbing one out for a week, this is the result, alright?” Then, before she knew it, she let out a cute little yelp as Fable knelt at the bedside, pulling her hips toward him. Instantly she felt the whole of his tongue all over her inner labia, and she shuddered. She let out a good moan, and put her hand on top of his head. “Oh! Oh, Fable, you’ve got a nice--OH! Tongue!”

“Fuck, that is so hot. I’m almost jealous.” Pearl said as she walked up beside Death Metal’s head. Pearl knelt beside her, and instantly the two of them locked in a passionate kiss. Death moaned into her mouth as Fable did not let up. As her pussy was licked harder, her kiss became more sloppy, unhinged, and her tongue explored all around Pearl’s mouth to the extent that she could barely keep up. Pearl grabbed her tit and caressed it as they tangoed in their mouths.

Then Fable stopped, and left Metal’s pussy a total mess. She was so close to an orgasm, and somehow he knew it! She stopped making out with Pearl and glared at him. He looked back at her, almost seeming worried about her reaction, but at the same time he had a small grin on his face.

“Oh, so cruel.” Pearl said, and then decided that her clothes were just getting in the way, so she started to take them off. “Alright, my dear learners, it’s time to get into position.”

Metal and Fable both looked at each other, though she would not admit it, she wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out, but she wanted started to get closer to the edge anyway. She saw his monster cock lift up with his hand on the very base of it, and she gulped.

“Noooooo, stop right there.” Pearl said, grabbing the head of his thing and making him cringe a little at the sudden sensation. “Switch places with me, Metal.”

Metal turned to her with an eyebrow raised, and Pearl reassured her with a wink. The black haired pony girl blinked, and then complied with her wishes. Pearl got on top of the bed, and removed her panties, her last article of clothing. Then she pulled Death Metal on top of her, with her knees on either side of Pearl’s waist. Fable looked dumbfounded at the double stack of pussy in front of him, and Death Metal blushed as she gazed back at him. Pearl put her hands on either side of her friend’s pussy and spread her lips open to give him a beautiful view of the goods.

“There we go. Now, do not push too hard, Fable. She’s a tough girl but if you do too much to hurt her, I’m going to make you hurt.” Pearl glared at him, stern faced to let him know that she meant exactly what she said.

Fable nodded, suddenly having flashbacks of Final Cut, the girl from the library who he lost his virginity to, and she to him. His manhood pulsed a little bit at the thought, and he positioned himself against her. The glans penis perfectly creviced itself against her inner labia, stretching the opening of her vagina, and she cringed.

“Oh, fuck…” Metal whispered, and Pearl put her hand on her cheek before she could look back.

“Metal… I just want you to know that I’m only doing this because I care for you. And anything you could ever want is what I want to give you. I care for you so much, and I want you to be happy. I never want to see you hurt like you’ve been hurt in the past.” Her hands began to caress Metal’s face, and she gazed at Pearl with a sudden flow of tears welling up in her eyes. “All because... I love you.”

As Fable pushed ever slowly into her, Metal let out a high pitched squeal of fear, joy, passion, and surprise all at once. Then Pearl locked lips with her in such a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips pressed hard against one another, and then Metal felt it. He broke it. The pain shooting through her was one she would never be able to describe. It hurt so bad, but at the same time, there was a great relief. Then there was a wholeness she had within her. She could feel every inch of his cock as he stretched her. She moaned against Pearl’s mouth again. There was a tiny trickle of blood that dripped down her mound, and before she knew it, she felt her entire vaginal tunnel fill to the back.

It hurt, but she didn’t want him to stop. He started to pull back and push in once again. He started doing this with some force, but Metal could take it. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head to the side against Pearl’s kiss.

Before she knew it, Fable was full on fucking her, and she felt the wetness inside of her over flow. She figured this was how it was supposed to feel. What all of those porno stars felt, and what all of those sexoholics went to meetings for. She had to admit, she started to see what all of the fuss was about. She felt so full, so loved in that moment. As she softly broke the kiss with Pearl, she leaned her head against hers and started to moan out loud. Fable grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her into his thrusts, giving her a sense of submission that she didn’t hate.

He was so hard, and the head of his cock was swollen to the point of rubbing every wall inside of her cunt. Their juices dripped out of her wet pussy, and she started to feel the pleasure build to heights far faster than she had in the past. So many mares said that there was nothing that compared to the real thing, Metal couldn’t argue in that moment.

Death’s cries of passion began to build upward, and they were reaching pitches that Pearl had never seen her go to before.

“Oh, yes, good girl! You’re doing soooo well.” She rubbed Death Metal’s face, and was delighted as Death took two of her fingers into her mouth and licked them, sucking on them. Her lust was reaching its peak. Then her eyes widened to their fullest extent, and she let out a scream! She cried out hard, and she started to tremble, her pussy squeezing and releasing Fable’s cock back and forth. Before she knew it, she felt a hot, wet substance fill up her cunny. Metal pressed her cheek hard up against Pearl’s as they cuddled close.

“Ooohh… Pearl…” Metal said as she collapsed onto her, and gasped hard. Fable’s cock slid out of her, though it didn’t lose much of its hardness. “We should have done this sooner.” Death Metal smiled at her.

“Really?” The ecstasy in Pearl could be measured in gallons. She had no idea how she would react to this, and after all of the worrying, there came a best case scenario. “Oh, honey! I’m so happy!” She wrapped her arms around Death Metal’s now sweaty body, and she started to laugh.

“Don’t call me honey, you bitch.” Pearl’s face turned shocked, and she looked at Death Metal once again before they locked lips and started to french kiss hard!

Fable figured he’d give them some privacy, so he started to turn away, only to be stopped by one of Pearl’s upraised legs.

“Hey!--” She spoke from the side of her mouth as she smothered Death with kisses. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Fable’s eyes widened as he turned toward Pearl, seeing that her legs were now wide open, and her knees were bent up in the air. Death even reached down to her pussy and opened it with two fingers. He didn’t need much coaxing at all. He pushed her knees toward her a little and shoved his cock deep into Pearl’s pink. He wasn’t gentle, he was ramped up to amazing legs. It took him not time at all to reach his full hardness, and Pearl whined, moaning hard against his pushes. Death Metal crawled up a little bit to put the full mass of her tits into her face. The pink pony with fire red hair sucked on her nipples and groaned against them as she felt the enormous cock stuff her like the gorgeous slut that she was.

After having to watch her lover get plowed for the first time, having to witness the amazing body of a stallion with a huge dick get played with, and just everything in between had Pearl Necklace worked up to the point of almost bursting. She was so wet, and she took his enormous dick with grace and style. She lifted her hips upward, and got his fucking at a whole new angle. This brought her to the next level, and it wasn’t long at all before she was grappling with Death Metal. She sucked on every surface she could get her mouth on, and gripped her ass hard, making Death grin. She went down to Pearl and started licking and sucking on her ear. After only a moment, it became entirely too much.

Her orgasm was that of the highest caliber. She started crying out in a slew of high pitched squeals. Even as she came, Fable did not let up. She tried to say something to the effect of slow down, or take it easy, but she couldn’t get it out. His pelvis slapped against hers and his balls swung back and forth against her ass. Even though he had just cum inside Death Metal, he came again, and there was still copious amounts of it. It filled her pussy, and caused her to tremble, breaking out in goosebumps.

Pearl panted, with Death’s black hair all over over face, and her face buried into her neck, they lied there in silence. Their laboring breath filled the room as Fable plopped down on the head of the bed. His sweat poured out of him as he laid there. His cock became flaccid, and he lavished in the feeling of the ceiling fan blowing air onto his piping hot body.

“Wow, you’re a great tutor.” Pearl said as they laid there. This drew a little snort from Death Metal, and made Fable chuckle.

“So what’s your hourly wage?” Pearl asked, grinning over at Fable, whose eyes opened wide toward her. This caused all three of them to laugh, Fable rolled over onto his stomach and started fanning out his wings, stretching them. Pearl couldn’t help but to grab the edge of his wing and move it up and down. Those wings had always fascinated her.

“My hourly wage for two hours is two phone numbers.” He said, and both of them turned their heads to him in surprise. He grinned big, and they looked at one another. They shrugged.

“Lemme see your phone.” Pearl said, holding out her hand.

The Pink Lips

When Death Metal took the job of a bodyguard, she knew that she would be extremely annoyed with some of her clients. She expected some snooty, arrogant little shits with too much money and not enough brains in their heads to extend courtesy to their fellow ponies. Having to go to high end parties with entres the size of kiddie crackers and string quartets playing in the background. Death thought she would have to sit through the same anecdote over and over again while her client did their best to impress their rich ass friends by being “clever.” The worst she expected was having to guard them from a shooting champagne corks flying through the air that she would have to catch in her hand or her head.

Boy howdy, did she ever want to be in that situation compared to this. There were now twenty year olds acting like young teenagers coming into a mansion with kegs, beer pong table, beer bongs, pool gear and many other items you would expect to find at a frat party. However, this was not a college gettogether. This was a pornography actress’s party. Everypony in this place was somehow connected, beit friend or coworker, to a pornstar named Pink Lips.

Surprisingly enough, Death Metal actually knew about her, and had watched some of her porn, thanks to her girlfriend. Pink Lips was known for her love of double penetration, especially ones involving the largest cocks in the porn business, namely Tree Trunk, Junkmeister, Brute Force, and The Mule. All of which measure from twelve to fourteen incredibly thick inches in length. She was known as the size queen of the porno industry who somehow managed to stay as tight as a virgin in spring.

Death Metal stood beside her while Pink Lips sat in her red suede chair and laughed along with two guys who sat on a couch, playing quarters with a small cup of beer. The music was some form of current pop music that you heard consistently on the radio. The music gave Death ear cancer, and put her slightly on edge. What put her more on edge was the fact that more than half of these guys at the party were so clearly going after Pink Lips’s snatch. Even the twenty five female guests were giving her bedroom eyes as they made their way out back to her gigantic pool. Out of the twelve of them in the pool, eight of them were topless, one of the topless ones also did not have bikini bottoms, because she just forgot to bring her swimsuit to begin with. It was some kind of rule in Pink Lips’s house that anyone who forgets to bring their swimwear has to swim naked.

Yes, Pink Lips had rules, the most comical rules you could ever think of, and all of them were listed on a dry erase board in her living room. Death Metal didn’t read them because she didn’t care. There were random blowjobs being given around the house, closets were occupied by fucking, and parts of the upstairs smelled strongly of weed.

Death Metal simply stood there in the corner of the gigantic living room, her arms crossed and seemingly gazing off into space. She had something of a talent when it came to spotting danger. While some of these party goers seemed to have some kind of prowess in fighting, none of them even gave off a simple aggression or the slightest hint of hostility. All of them were either talking, fucking, or swimming, once in a while whooping like morons.

“Oh, come on, Death Metal! Come have some fun with us!” Pink Lips said as she motioned for Death Metal to join them. Her entire body was a very hot pink that almost made Death need to squint as the ceiling lights reflected off of her. Her styled purple and blonde-striped hair dangled down to her shoulders in curls and her enormous tits were about ready to pop out of her tiny tank top. While she was looking at Death Metal, the two well built stallions on the couch had their eyes on her flimsy, black workout pants that looked like they could be tugged down in an instant. She was a unicorn, and her purple eyes begged Death Metal to join them in the festivities.

Death rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine. So what are we playing, spin the bottle?”

All three of them paused for a moment, and began to look at each other. One of the guys drank the cup of beer, then picked up a bottle beside him, draining the beer from it as well, sighing after he chugged it.

“Now we are.” The brown, muscled stallion with a black mane said as he put the quarter in his pocket and put the bottle onto the coffee table. This made Pink Lips laugh and Death Metal remember why she very rarely talked to anypony at all. The brown Earth pony stallion known as Bulge started to spinned the bottle really fast. One thing that Death had to admit, he did spin it really fast and evenly, almost as if he’d done this more than once. The bottle pointing to the guy beside him, the black furred, red haired pegasus, Dark Chocolate.

“Eyyyy!” Dark said as they embraced in a drunken hug and he kissed Bulge on the cheek, causing Pink Lips to start laughing rather hard. Death Metal merely sat there, her nervous tendencies starting to show as she shuffled her hooves.

“Hey, Death Metal!” Pink Lips said as she picked up a full beer from the ice chest beside her and held it up to her. “If you want, I won’t tell your employ--”

Before she could even finish, Death Metal took the bottle, leaned the cap up to the coffee table, bumped it with her hand to pop the top and started to down the entire bottle in one long train of gulps. All three of them stared at Death Metal as she did this. She finished it and put it beside her hoof on the floor.

“That. was. AWESOME!” Bulge said, and then Death Metal let out a very loud, guttural belch that had all of them laughing. Pink Lips got her another beer in no time, and Death did the same thing, only to belch once again, much to their delight.

“And you said she’s your bodyguard?” Bulge asked, looking over at Pink Lady, who nodded.

“Yep! She’s been following me all day while I got stuff for this party, protecting my body with her own. So whatever I say is a threat, she stops from getting near me. It’s pretty cool! I heard she’s really good.”

Pink Lips patted the off-white Earth Pony who was now starting to feel some slight effects of the alcohol. The beer was evidently strong, and her inhibitions started to disappear, as did her give-a-shit levels as she entered her third alcoholic drink.

There was a commotion outside, and all of them looked outside to see that guys were pulling bikini bottoms off of mares and running away with them. Both Bulge and Dark looked at each other, silently agreeing to get in on the action as they ran out to the backyard, pulling off their tops and cannonballing into the pool.

Pink Lips watched them go to the pool and smiled, seeing that she was alone with Death. She looked over at the darkly clad pony who looked like she was going to a rock concert. She didn’t listen to Corpseborne but she’d heard of them. She knew that they definitely not her type of music, so she went with what she did know. She had discovered that Death Metal was the girlfriend of the most rich and powerful mare in Ranchtown, and she knew that Pearl Necklace was pink, much like herself, if not the same shade. She picked up her fancy alcoholic drink from the side of her chair and sipped it through the straw on top, the red liquid draining a bit from the glass.

“So, Miss Death Metal,” She started to say.

“It’s just Death Metal.” She replied swishing her raven black hair behind her shoulder, now it was starting to grow a bit more in length since she last had it shortened.

“Okay, Death Metal, have you seen any of my films?” She asked, knowing that the odds were pretty good. In the six years she’d been in the business, she hit the bigtime within the first year and sported over two hundred videos, many of them full feature length pornographies.

“My girlfriend likes you, so yeah.” She replied, downing more of her beer. “I’ve seen one or two.” She lied, she’d actually seen closer to ten of them. Pearl loved to grind her pussy against Death’s while they watched porno, making it a bit of a competition as to who would cum first.

“Oh yeah?” Pink Lips grinned at this, she loved her fans, but she also kept her distance with some of them, hence the bodyguard while she went into public. She honestly didn’t need her for the party, but she kept her around for rather obvious reasons. “What happens to be your… kink?” She leaned on her chair’s arm as she kept sipping from her drink in the big margarita glass.

Death Metal’s green eyes turned to Pink Lips. She didn’t know if she should be slightly annoyed with her or just roll with the hits. She looked into those two bright, purple eyes and suddenly remembered why people loved her charisma so much. She sighed.

“Well, obviously I’m into vagina.” Death Metal downed the rest of the beer in the bottle. “And I’m aware that you have one.”

Pink Lips squealed and slid down to her back in her seat, pulled her pants off and pulled her panties to the side to show off her vagina that was worth around twenty two million bits, give or take. Death Metal couldn’t help but fall for the bait and give her pussy a good look. Seriously, when was she going to be able to see a porn star’s live action twat again?

Somehow, the other crowd either didn’t take notice, or they’d seen her naked so much that it didn’t even seem to be that much of a novelty anymore, neither would surprise Death.

“See? I got one!” She rubbed her pussy in front of her, and, as her name suggested, it was an even brighter pink than her fur. That’s when something caught Death Metal’s eye. She looked over at her hip to see that her cutie mark was different than it was in her pornos. In her videos, she had a cutie mark of a pink lip print. From what she could see around her panties, it was a tree trunk with pink leaves. Pink Lips took notice of this and pulled her pants back up, clapping her hands together as she leaned back forward in her chair. “So! Will I be able to meet Pearl Necklace?”

Death Metal didn’t miss the fact that she suddenly changed the subject before the subject even arised. “Yeah, she’s coming to pick me up when you release me.” Death Metal was a bit sickened by the prospect of being someone’s servant like this, but she just told herself, it’s only for today. “She actually wants to meet you.”

“Ooohh! I’m flattered!” Pink Lips giggled as she finished off her drink, then gave a quail call. Immediately a muscle-bound pegasus stallion came to her and took her drink to replace it with yet another one. “So, how do you feel about nice meaty horse cocks?”

Death Metal’s eyes widened some at the question. The sudden image of getting fucked by Fable for the first time, then fast forwarding to Winter’s big blue rod played through her mind. They were fun, she got off pretty good with them, but to her, nothing would ever replace Pearl and her wacky antics in bed. “They’re alright.”

“Alright?! Who in the hell has been fucking you?” The concern on her face was palpable as she looked around the crowd both inside and out by the pool. “Ah, there we go. Macho!”

Macho Manos, a brute of a stallion came up to her with his hands cupped together in front of him. “Yes, milady.” He spoke in a frank, blunt voice that made Death Metal slightly uncomfortable. It was obvious he could handle himself in a fight, both in his stature and his mannerisms. All the sudden, Death started to wonder why she was needed in the first place. She’d already seen two servants who were perfectly capable of holding their own.

“Bring me Machismo. She pointed out toward the pool, and he nodded, going straight outside. “A young mare such as yourself needs to indulge in some of the finer aspects of life, and that means knowing the right kind of ponies. Machismo is a primo cut.”

As she said this, a yellow earth pony with beautiful long, red hair came into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist as he had hastily dried himself off, his hair was still dripping a little bit.

“Sup, Pink?” He said in that deep, surfer voice that made Death Metal lift an eyebrow.

“She needs to see real penis.” Pink Lips pointed to Death Metal, looking up at him, and he looked toward DM with his amber orange eyes.

Without hesitation, he dropped his towel, along with his swim trunks to reveal a cock that even drew a surprised look from Death. It was a brighter tan color, hanging low, even when it was limp. Pink Lips pulled him by his hand to her and shoved his dick deep into her mouth. Like a fucking expert, which she was, she deepthroated his cock with loving affection, looking up at him as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. It took no time to get him hard as a rail. His dick was massive! Machismo’s cutie mark had an orange heart with the female symbol inside of it, and it was clear as to why.

“There we go.” She wiped her mouth as she held the stallion’s hard cock in her hand, holding it up to reveal his balls. All of the blood drained into Death’s face as she witnessed this, her flushed face could not be hidden, nor could she take her eyes off of that cock that hung from Machismo’s pelvis. It was a fantastic shape of a phallus, and it put many trees to shame.

When it came down to it, though, even though her crotch was starting to pool, she had no idea who this guy was. This was a strange bunch of ponies, and a lot of faces that she didn’t trust, let alone would want to perform for. She swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving that beautiful piece of meat Pink had in her hand.

“I-I ummm… I’m more of a watcher.” Death said in somewhat of a meek tone than her normal speech.

This drew a gasp from the unicorn. At first she thought that she would be offended, but then a smile crossed the bright pink pony’s face. She stood up from her chair, and Death Metal did not miss that she used her horn to pull down her own pants and panties before lifting her arms and sliding off her tank top to allow her enormous breasts to bounce free. Her cutie mark was now those famous pink lips once again and she put her knees into her chair, pointing her rump toward the muscular earth pony.

“She’s a voyeur.” She sang a little melody and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart. The stallion got up behind her and slowly slid his cock into her cunt, drawing a deep breath from the pornstar mare. The crowd around them noticed this was happening, and none of them moved from their spots, but they did watch as they went on about their business as well.

Machismo apparently knew exactly how Pink Lips liked it and pulled both of her arms behind her back as he started to hump her with some nice force, causing her face to press against the back of her chair and her breath to start heaving as his massive cock stretched her legendary pussy lips. There was a big smile across his face as the two of them meshed together, fucking as if it were second nature, no shame, no hesitation between them.

“Oh, yes, my big boy! Mommy needs a nice fuck!” She whispered to him, egging him on and causing him to go balls deep into her sheathe, which strangulated his thick rod.

Death Metal had no idea why she didn’t just flat out say no. She was merely thankful that she wore dark black jeans because her crotch had evidence of darkening as her pussy dampened straight through her panties. She watched, though, once again her curiosity and longing was getting the best of her. Who could possibly say no to a front row seat to such a show? Even the pool party outside stopped what they were doing and intently watched, knowing that moving in closer was a big party foul in Pink Lips’s house.

Pink’s cheeks furiously flushed as her mouth hung open and her eyes closed. For someone who got fucked multiple times a day, she still loved every single inch that was driven into her cunt. The stallion’s cock was covered in pussy juice, and much of it dribbled out of her as he slid deep inside of her, knocking against the back of her tunnel as he pulled her arms into him at the same time. Her moans were lavished in that pornographic style that she was so well known for.

“Oh yeah! You wanna fuck me? You big fucking stud! Make me your slut! Give me your milk and fill me up like a balloon! Breed me! Pork me with everything you got! I want you to cum! I wanna feel it inside me! More!” Her porn talk fueled his fire and made him rail her like a freight train. Their fucking could be heard all through the main room, the wet smacking sounds resonated clearly and quickened in its pace as it was clear that he was starting to really get into it.

His breath quickened along with her and she pressed her face into the back of her chair to muffle her whimpers as such an enormous penis pumped her pussy full. “More! More! Don’t you fucking stop you fucking asshole! Don’t you fucking stop or I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you! Make me--- AHH!!!” Her first orgasm came and she gave off another shriek as her chin met with her upper chest and she moaned with every breath. “Oh, it’s so good! AH YES! There it is! That’s what I want!” It was clear by his shaking that he also came, he kept thrusting, but his teeth gritted once again and his shoulders shook, almost spasming. His load of cum was very white and came in enormous globs inside of her, dripping out of her pussy in big drops.

He finally stopped fucking her, giving her one more good thrust, which made her yip and smile back at him. She shivered as he pulled out of her, a long dribble of semen following after onto the floor. Machismo stepped back as she hummed her approval.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him and he leaned over, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips that she returned. Macho Manos followed suit afterward with a roll of paper towels. The first one he handed to Pink, the second one to Machismo and the next one was used to wipe up the floor in front of her chair. She quickly cleaned her pussy up and began to put her tiny panties and tank top on, not bothering with the pants.

“Ooohh, I needed that. Thank you, Death Metal. I haven’t been fucked all day.” She blew a kiss to Death Metal, who was still sitting there with her eyes wide open. Death blinked at the kiss and did her best to try and smile, but it just felt awkward so she went back to her resting bitch face.

“Umm yeah, no sweat.” Death Metal looked back at the crowd, who went back to what they were doing as if nothing happened. This crowd, it seemed that everyone played to Pink Lips’s tune and no one deviated from it. In fact, she was kind of wondering why she was the one left out of the rules. She was, afterall, a bodyguard and regulated as such. Wouldn’t she be given a list or something? Then she remembered the dry erase board on the wall in the living room that she glanced at. She turned to look at it and saw that one of them said that Pink Lady’s sex is sacred, and there was to be no gathering crowd or applause.

The party went on much like that through the night and into the wee hours of the morning. Death Metal was not deterred by how late it was, she’d stayed up for days at a time before, but for some reason, Pink Lips was holding onto her, even though she was being paid by the hour. This job was bound to be a high paying one but Death had no idea she would be kept for so long.

“Miss Pink?” Macho Manos approached Pink Lips while she and Death Metal were now in the kitchen, enjoying some horderves by the stove.

“Yes, Macho?” She asked, putting on her sweet tone.

“There is a Pearl Necklace requesting entrance.” This drew a look from Death, and she would never admit it, but there was a slight flutter in her heart.

Pink Lady gasped, then started patting her hands on both of Macho’s shoulders, excited and giggling. “Oh Celestia! Bring her in! Bring her here! OOOHH!” She squealed with delight and he nodded, immediately going to the door.

Then, there she was, back from her trip in Manehattan. She’d been gone for a week, wheeling and dealing with property deals and business endeavors, and her train has just arrived an hour ago. She had driven there in a car that was chauffeured.

“Death!!!” Pearl shouted, surprising everyone around her, not exactly knowing what she meant by that word. The pink earth pony looked lovingly at her raven haired beauty. The love was palpable through her red eyes. She rushed over to Death Metal and the two of them embraced in an amorous hug, their lips meeting together. The dark clothed earth pony was not normally one for public displays of affection, but at that moment, she didn’t care. Their kiss was long, and it was so full of love that even Pink’s senses were going haywire.

Pink blinked a few times, then she snapped her fingers. Macho came to her side. “Tell the other guests to get rides home, and tell them thank you for coming.”

He nodded, and it was not long before the remaining guests to start emptying out of the house.

Pearl watched as all of them started putting clothes back on and exit the house. It’d been a long time since she’d seen such a huge party full of naked or topless ponies, having held a few herself, and she was a little sad that she was so late to it.

“Peaarrrl! I am so stoked to meet you!” Pink clapped her hands together and approached the other pink pony.

“Miss Pink Lips, likewise!” Pearl held her hands out and they met in a close handshake.

“We have so much to talk about.” Pink Lips said, and Pearl raised an eyebrow at that. As the last of the guests said their goodbyes, Pink dismissed the servants and changed into her robe, sighing as she finally could relax a little. Pearl blinked a few times, as she got completely undressed in front of them both, pulling her robe from the living room closet and tied it on. She figured she’d already seen Pink naked so many times, it didn’t really matter, but anyone would tell you, real life was vastly different than movies.

“So, I’ve gotten to know a little bit about Death Metal, and she is perhaps the greatest bodyguard I’ve ever had in my life!” This statement drew a puzzled look from Death and Pearl both as they looked at one another, with DM shrugged and shaking her head. She hadn’t even so much as blocked a crazed fan from running at her, let alone kicked anyone’s ass for acting hostile around her. All she had done was go store hopping with her to buy random shit for the party and then sat at the party and watched people act like frat stallions and sorority mares.

“Would you like a drink or something to eat?” Pink asked as she lifted her hands a bit, pointing her hands all around.

“Oh, thank you, but I don’t eat after midnight.” Pearl giggled.

“Please! Sit! Make yourself at home.” Pink walked over to her chair, which she’d earlier gotten fucked on and sat down. “I know all about you, and even read up about that whole mess with Rich Co. but Death Metal still remains a mystery to me. I love mysteries, but I also love to solve them as well.”

“Well, don’t think me rude, but why the sudden interest in my marefriend? I know she’s not exactly the party type.” Pearl said, and then looked back at Death Metal, who gave a slight nod. She’d been to her fair share of parties, but those were a completely different atmosphere and tone. Some of them she would never want to repeat.

“Oh, I don’t know, really.” Pink started to look up toward the ceiling, but her eyes weren’t looking, her mind was wandering. “Maybe it’s how she reminds me that there’s another world out there or maybe I’m just a sucker for the strong, silent type. You know what I mean?”

Pearl nodded, and placed her hand over Death Metal’s, who gripped her hand. She knew exactly what she meant.

“Yes, and I want to hire her as my personal bodyguard.” Pink gave them a sweet smile.

Instantly, Pearl’s mind went sour. “Oh, really? Well, that’s a kind gesture. Might I ask why? You have two big hunks of meat at your beck and call already, do you not?”

“Oh, of course I do. However, they are not allowed to stay in the house after I go to sleep and I need a nice female touch for that area.” Pink Lips said and kept her innocent face.

“Mmmhmmm.” Pearl Necklace blinked, then glanced back at Death Metal. Very few times did Pearl need to take off the kid gloves. It was normally Death Metal who could protect herself, but Pearl popped her neck and chuckled to herself before taking a deep breath. “So, what you’re saying is you want Death Metal to stay here full time. Give her a room, sleep here, follow you around and be your loyal servant as well as your protector.”

“Yes, that is my plan.” Pink replied.

Oh, I bet it is, Pearl said in her mind. “Well, that’s a bit of a stretch, because I happen to have a bed all warmed up at home for her, and she happens to live with me currently. I know my life may not be quite as exciting as yours, and there are many business trips I take where she does not come with me. However, I’m afraid, I must decline this offer.”

“You decline?” Pink pointed at Pearl, who nodded. Then she pointed at Death. “What about her? Does she decline?”

“Oh, I think it goes a little without saying that she declines this offer. You can’t just buy my marefriend without going through me first.”

Even for Death Metal, the tension in the room was starting to get quite thick. The two pink ponies shared an electricity that she hadn’t seen since Sweet Voltage and her had their little standoff back in Gemini Ties.

That was when Pink Lips stood up and unwrapped her robe from her waist, exposing her naked body to both of them once again.

“Little bit of trivia. My real name is Pink Lady Apple, and I grew up on a farm. Back in those days, my four siblings and I had to prove ourselves when we wanted something. Whoever proved that they wanted it more, got what they wanted. I grew up dirt poor without a bit to my name.” She put her fists onto her hips and her tits jiggled up and down as she stood up straight. Her actual cutie mark was in full view now. A pink leafed apple tree with little red apples all in it. “And I’m willing to prove how much I want it right now.”

At first, Pearl’s face twisted with absolute fire in her eyes. The red in her hair almost turned into an inferno, but then she had a thought. She looked off to the side, then she looked back at Death Metal.

“Well… if you really insist.” She passed a grin Pink’s way, then looked back at Death. “Alright, Death Metal, sweetie. Could you show the nice lady your body?”

“What?!” Both Pink and Death said in unison. Death with a flabbergasted expression while Pink’s face was overflowed with joy!

“It’s okay Death, I want you to decide for yourself who you would rather be with. When we started this, I did it for you and only you. That means you make up your own mind what you want and how you want to do it. So, if you want we can walk out of here, and we’ll never speak of this again.”

“Or, you can decide that you’d rather have fun with a new… friend.” Pink interjected and ran her hands over her huge tits with bright red nipples.

Pearl grimaced at the comment, still facing Death Metal. However, then her face turned to that devious, menacing grin that Death knew entirely too well. Then she winked.

Death blinked once or twice, then she shrugged. “Alright.” She started to take off her black shirt, and unclasp her bra from behind.

Pink’s eyes widen as she watches Death’s tits unfurl. She licks her lips as she watches her pull her pants down to reveal her soft, white panties. Just the idea of this bad mare getting naked in front of her was getting Pink so very hot.

“Alright, Pink Lips, let’s see what you got.” Pearl offered a fake smile at her as Death Metal flicked her panties down to the floor as she stood, exposed in front of both of them. Pearl stepped off to the side and sat on the couch. Pink took Death’s hand and led her to the chair beside the couch and laid her down onto the seat of it, her hooves planted on the ground while her ass hung off of it.

“Oh dear sweet Celestia, this is what I’ve wanted all day.” Pink began to rub Death Metal’s pussy with two fingers, feeling that she was already quite wet. “Such a sweet, tight looking va-jay jay.” She grinned up at Death Metal, whose mouth was already open as she looked back down to her, her breath becoming more rapid. “I see you’ve been wanting this too.”

Without another word, Pink Lips began to very softly lick up and down Death Metal’s slit, spreading her pussy lips with two fingers, making sure to get her pink inner labia all nice and lubed up with saliva. She gently pressed her tongue against her pink, and began to suck on her pussy hole, her tongue doing its work.

Death had to admit, Pink Lips had a very, very talented tongue. She was hitting every spot with amazing precision. Her lips rubbed all over her naughty lips and her tongue started to gently press on Death’s clitoris, making her gasp and grab her tits, breaking out in perspiration. The grayish white earth pony caressed her own tits as the pink unicorn began to slide two fingers into her pussy, her tongue still working over her clitoris. Death Metal openly moaned now, pinching her own nipples.

Pink began to finger Death Metal with both fingers now, grinning up at her. “Come on baby, cum for me! I’ll show you all of the sights you want. I’ll show you the biggest cocks in Equestria! I’ll let you do whatever you want! Anything!”

“Aannnhh!” Death Metal let out one last loud moan, her pussy drenching her fingers in a flood of juice as she reached her climax. Pink Lips pulled her fingers from Death’s pussy hole, causing her to twitch a little and shiver.

Pink held up her two very wet fingers and watched as there was a little string of cum between them as she separated them. She licked both of her fingers as she looked to see Pearl Necklace was also naked now, and she was getting off to the sight of her marefriend getting eaten out by a pornstar. This made Pink smile and get up from her kneeling position. She motioned for Pearl to come over.

“Go ahead.” She said with a little melody in her voice.

Pearl smiled and nodded as she got up from the couch she was sitting on and walked up to Pink Lips. To the unicorn’s surprise, Pearl pressed her tits up against hers, showing that their tit size was not so uneven, though Pink’s were a bit larger. She mashed their tits and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Watch and learn.” Pearl whispered with that same menacing smile that made Pink’s eyes widen slightly. She walked around her and kneeled down in front of Death Metal, who looked at her as she scooted up between her legs. “Hi, honeyyyy.” She said as she gazed into her lover’s eyes.

“Umm, hi.” Death was finally catching her breath now as she saw Pearl put her hands on her inner legs and scratch her fingers gently down her thighs. The white pony shivered a bit.

“Okay, enough of this shit.” Pearl suddenly grabbed Death under her knees and yanked her backward. She planted her hoof on the ground and pulled Death Metal off the chair, making her back hit the ground with a hard thump!

Pink’s mouth hung open, and her eyes went open to their full capacity.

“Ow! You fucking bitch!” Death Metal grabbed Pearl by her pussy and squeezed.

“Agh! Fuck you!” Pearl slapped her tit, causing Death to yip in pain. Then Pearl started to spank her pussy over and over with an open palm! Death started to scream as her eyes clenched tight! Pearl got down on her stomach and to stroke her lover’s pussy with a fury that took Pink Lips aback, shocked at how rough the red headed pony was abusing her.

“You stupid--nn! Cunt! Maybe I should leave you! You stupid fucking whore!” Death said this but then she almost went cross-eyed from the pain and pleasure she was receiving in that moment. “Don’t make me---nnnfff! Cum yet you cow! Stop! STOP! FUCK!” Death Metal screamed at such a high pitch as Pearl’s mouth nommed her pussy with furious anger! Death Metal squirted hardcore, covering Pearl’s mouth with pussy juice like a water fountain. The white pony began to tremble uncontrollably, grasping the carpet as best she could with her hands as her crotch started to tremor. She yelped once again as Pearl still didn’t stop licking her. Letting out a helpless whimper, she came yet again! Her teeth gritted and her pussy flowed with more juice, this time it trickled from her pussy hole.

“That’ll teach you, you slut bag!” Pearl shouted at Death as she got up to her knees. The two of them suddenly got tangled as Death hooked her arm around her torso and pulled her down to the ground, and the two of them wrestled, meeting in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. They rolled back and forth on the ground, but finally settled in the middle of the living room floor, french kissing and sucking each others face like they were drowning and their mouths were full of air.

Pink Lips was frozen, her eyes absolutely bulging as she stared at the two kissing and caressing one another as if none of it ever happened.

“Mmmmm wanna go home now?” Pearl asked, and their lips locked once again. After another long kiss, Death Metal nodded.

They untangled themselves away from one another and got up from the floor. The two of them looked at the unicorn, who was staring, dumbfounded at both of them.

“Oh, yeah, she likes it really rough, did I forget to mention that?” Pearl smiled at the pornstar. “Anywho, it’s late, and we need to get some sleep, but thank you for inviting me over. Anytime you want to come over to my house, don’t be a stranger! Bye!” She waved to Pink Lips and the two of them began to put back on their clothes.

They left, and Pink just sat on her couch, naked and blinking. She reached into her robe on the floor and got out her phone, dialing. As she put it to her ear, she let out a gigantic sigh.

“Machismo? Yes, it’s Pink. I need you, now.”

We are so Late

If you knew Death Metal, you knew she didn’t do fancy social gathering. She hated what they wore, she hated how the people acted, she hated the complicated food, and she especially hated the music. If you knew Pearl Necklace, you knew she was all about the formal suarez, she loved wearing her best dresses, and she loved charming the guests with stories of her many adventures. They were like night and day on the subject of formal gatherings. However, this begged the question as to why Death hated them so much, yet she was still ready, waiting downstairs, leaned against the side of a chair. Then Pearl, who loved these gatherings ever so much, yet she was rushing from the bathroom to the bedroom back and forth upstairs, getting ready still.

“I’m almost ready!” Pearl called down to Death Metal, who looked at her cell phone, counting that as the fourth time she’d said that in the past twenty minutes. Death merely rolled her eyes and kept leaning. The really bad part was that she was already hungry, and places like that not only had very little to serve on their plate, and the service took forever. Her only real hope for solace was that they would have some good appetizers.

The name of the restaurant was Le Flux. Apparently, Pearl had forgotten that she set up a lunch with a corporate owner from Canterlot there. She said it was either meet them here in two months or go on another business trip in the week she had with Death Metal, a week where she could hold off on her responsibilities and spend time with her. This was why she begged Death to come with her. She wanted so badly to spend every day of the week with her, and this was only the second day she would have off. It didn’t take much convincing, though and Death was more than happy to accompany her, but only because it was with her.

“I’m almost ready!” Pearl said again as she walked at a brisk pace across the hall, putting in her hair pins and spraying hairspray to keep her red hair up. The pink pony was now with fancy bright blue shoes on, a blue designer strapless dress with a skirt down to her knees, and beautiful sapphire pearls on her neck. Her hair was up in a fancy bun that was almost perfect in its spherical shape.

“You’re talking to yourself at this point, ain’t ya?” Death said as she checked her phone.

“Maaaaaybe!” Pearl said as she started walking down the stairs, looking at Death Metal leaning against the chair and smiling big. She had on a black dress that reached down to her middle shins, her panty hose was a very dark gray, while her shoes were shiny onyx. Her dress had no shoulders, but there were sleeves barely attached below the hollows of her arms. For once in her life, she carried a tiny black leather purse that Pearl gave her as a gift.

“Bout time.” Death said as she watched her descend the stairs down to the ground floor. “We got thirty minutes and we still gotta stop by your office to get those stupid papers.” She walked with Pearl to the garage, where the red hot rod lied in wait. If there was anything the whitish pony loved, it was that damn car.

“Don’t be like that.” Pearl winked at her. “Be nice tonight and you can drive.

Pearl let her drive it sometimes, and Death couldn’t help but get a big grin on her face when she drove on the highways going over the speed limit and feeling the wind in her hair as she opened the sunroof.

“I’ll be good.” Death got a little grin on her face and held out her hand, Pearl dropping the keys into it.

“Uh huh, I trust you implicitly.” Pearl gave her a little sneer as they got inside and drove away into the night. “So, Death, I want you to actually talk while we’re at this dinner. This deal is rather important to me. I’ve spoken the moon and the stars about you and the attendants are expecting a lot.” Pearl said, Death Metal giving her a look.

“What in Equestria made you do that?” Death asked, turning after a red light. “I’ll try to get some talking up, but I ain’t gonna do cutesy shit like you do.”

“Cutesy? What are you talking about?” The pink pony gave her an ugly look, her lips pursed and her eyes scowled low.

“Don’t give me that look, you hypocritical cow! You always gotta tell some story when I’m around. Especially when you tell them we’re dating and making a statement for lesbians everywhere. ‘Oh, darling, we should soooo put on our pajamas more often and paint our fingernails!’” Death Metal did her best impression of Pearl she could.

Pearl burst out in a guffaw, knocking her palm against the handle on the car door. She leaned her head against the window beside her and her chest began to heave up and down as her shoulders shook. Tears began to leak out of her eyes, she was laughing so hard.

“Uh huh, you’re laughing cause I’m right.” Death kept driving, eying Pearl, trying to make sure she didn’t laugh herself to death.

“I don’t care if you’re right, that was amazing!” Pearl’s laughter re-upped itself and she leaned forward toward her knees. “Please! Before I die you need to do that again.” She started to settle down, trying her best to catch her breath. “Oh, darling, I love you so very much.”

There was a long moment of silence as Death approached Pearl’s twelve story building. Crystal Ball Inc, so named after Pearl had successfully absorbed all of her father’s assets and merged her business with a generous portion of Vineyard’s, was a marvellous jack of all trades. It stood on iron clad foundations and was more or less self sustaining, even through hard stock market times. Pearl had set up backups for backups in the ways of stability in finances, and she made the corporation reach levels that even her father had not seen. Not to mention, she didn’t piss off the lovely ponies in Gemini Ties.

It was well after dusk now, the building was all but empty besides the night cleaners who were vacuuming hallways and washing windows. Pearl used her key to get into the front door, locking the door as she opened it. They walked into the building, the front lobby had every light off except for two, in case workers decided to go into work after hours, much like Pearl and Death Metal did now. She made the front lobby as bright and lively as she could when the building was being refurbished for her relatively new business. The carpet was a dark crimson, while the marble tiles that outlined it were a grayish white. The desk cross from the doors were rather stout with a lot of counter space with two chairs in the middle of it for two receptionists to sit to take calls and direct newcomers to the proper offices, calling ahead to inform them that they had visitors. There was no one there at the moment, their shifts started at seven in the morning on weekdays, nine on Saturdays, and the building was mostly closed on Sundays.

The two of them walked to the two elevators at the back right hand side of the lobby. Pearl pressed the up button, and the left lift doors opened. They stepped in.

“If I ever own my own company.” She lifted her finger toward Pearl before she could say anything. “Which I won’t, by the way.” Pearl clammed up and rolled her eyes. “But if I ever do, I’ll pick a floor lower to the ground. This whole penthouse office crap is for the birds. What if the elevators break?”

“Then I’ll call Spark to come and fix them. Then I’ll lift my skirt and he can fuck me while you watch and get jealous.” Pearl glowered at her as the elevator doors closed.

“Uh huh, then I’ll eat out his sister.” Death Metal mugged back at her as they stood close in the large lift cart which began to ascend.

“She is pretty hot, I’m not going to lie.” Pearl admitted, looking up at the numbers as they reached five. Death hummed her agreement. “Maybe I’ll join in.”

“Nope, you get to watch and jerk off.” They looked at one another, then met in a kiss. As they broke the little kiss, the elevator reached floor ten and it suddenly stopped, the light going out.

“What the fuck?” Pearl looked around, but the elevator went completely dark. Both of them waited for a moment, thinking it may be a power surge, but it just kept staying black, the lift still unmoving.

Death felt around the buttons for the emergency phone, found it and picked it up. She put it to her ear and listened for anything.

“Hello?” Death Metal said into the phone to no answer. “Fuck.” She put the receiver back onto the console and sighed.

They waited for a little while, seeing that there was still no light, it was completely pitch black to where they could not see a single inch in front of their noses.

Pearl pulled out her cell phone and turned it on, the light gleaming into both of their faces. She checked her bars and exasperated as she saw that there was no service at all. Elevators weren’t exactly known for their clear signals, afterall.

“Well, shit, looks like we’re in it for the long haul.” Pearl put away her phone and sighed. After a moment, she started to blow little bursts of air through her lips, making very quiet whistle sounds. “Are you gonna freak out?” She said, trying her best to look toward where Death Metal was, but, again, no light.

“Nope.” Death replied, putting her hand onto Pearl’s hip, then her thigh, and then taking her hand and pulling her close to her. The blue dressed earth pony blinked at the sudden sign of affection and wrapped her arms around her, feeling her very fine, soft fabric on her black dress and pressed her cheek to hers.

“I suppose it could be worse.” Pearl nuzzled the side of Death’s neck and gave it tiny kisses.

“Yup.” She said as she leaned her head away from Pearl to give her more room to keep kissing.

“You know, this is kind of a nice little happenstance.” Pearl whispered to her and now that it was dark, Death could give a little smile at her. “I’ve kind of fantasized about something like this happening.”

They turned to one another and started caressing their bodies all over, meeting in a nice deep kiss.

“Though, for the fantasy to be complete, you would be a very willing stranger.” Pearl found a nice little place closer to the back of her neck, latched onto it and began to rub her teeth gently along it. Much to her delight, Death broke out in gooseflesh and shivered a tiny bit.

“Oh yeah? The stranger fantasy, can’t say I would disagree with that.” A small moan passed her lips as she put her hand on the back of Pearl’s head, holding her against her neck so she wouldn’t stop. “I like the idea of the secretary bit.”

“I love the secretary bit. I dictate a letter to you. You show me that short skirt of yours and uncross your legs to give me a little glimpse of your pretty little pussy. I get wet and dictate you to get on your knees under my desk.” Pearl whispered into her ear and began to nibble on it, remembering that Death had on some black pearls in her left ear. Normally, she wore the spiked metal studs, but she didn’t put up a fight when presented with something a little more elegant, yet matched her personality, not to mention her dress.

“I would chomp your cunt so that whoever you’re on the phone with will know that you’re a dirty whore.” Her hands went up to Pearl’s huge DD tits and started to massage them.

“Maybe I want them to know.” They met in yet another kiss, only this time Death pushed her back up against the wall and pulled her shoulderless top down so her tits bounced out. She jumped on Pearl's breasts as soon as they were out, licking them and pinching her nipples. Pearl moaned in her ear as her hand traced up the pink pony’s leg and felt no fabric covering her soaked pussy.

“Yeah, I figured. Maybe you want to get with one of the guys from Canterlot?” Death Metal instantly went for her clitoris, she didn’t feel the need to do any kind of foreplay with it. “Maybe I’ll watch while he dicks you down on the restaurant table.”

“Oh, you piece of shit!” Pearl grabbed Death’s cheeks and nearly smashed their lips together in a kiss as she ground her finger against her sopping cunt. “I swear to Celestia, I’ll smother you while you sleep.”

“Promise to use your tits?” Death said as she went back to licking Pearl’s tongue, gasping and whispering nondescript words.

After a very short time, the two of them were on the floor. It started with the sixty nine position. Both of them licked one anothers pussies with determination. Their skirts were hiked up to where their juices wouldn’t get on them, and their tongues worked furiously on their pussylips. It was a race at this point to see who would cum first. Both put up valiant efforts, both in licking and maintaining their pleasure levels to a manageable degree. That was until Death Metal began to return to her savage ways with her pussy, her tongue started to go all over the place. She licked hard on Pearl, sucking her pussy lips and shooting her tongue into her little hole.

“Death, fuck! You’re getting too--mmmmfff!!!” Pearl came, and as soon as she came, the lights turned back on. They saw one another with their pussies out in full view, their tits hanging out in the open, and the elevator started to move again.

“Oh, fuck!” Both of them said in sync, and they started to get off the ground and put on their clothes. As soon as the elevator stopped, Pearl suddenly noticed her large areola was still showing. As soon as she tugged up her dress, the door opened to three janitors looking inside.

“Miss Pearl!” One of them said, a solid black unicorn male with headphones around his neck and a tool belt on looked at her with some worry in his eye. “Are you alright?”

She waved them all off. “Yes, yes, thank you, I am fine. We’re just here to pick up some paperwork for a meeting, and we’re already late. So please, continue with your night. Thank you again.” Both of them walked through them as she talked and all of them had no questions, knowing that if they defied her even a little bit, she take their jobs if she got annoyed with them. She was far more benevolent with her workers than she once was, but she also had a “take shit” meter that could run up pretty fast if one was not careful.

The two ladies walked past the janitors, who got back to work immediately. Pearl unlocked her office, walked past the secretary’s desk, and unlocked the direct door behind the desk. Death Metal stood by the door as Pearl turned on her light and walked toward her very large, very fancy cherrywood desk. The entire room was immersed in royal blue carpet, and the entire back wall was a gigantic window made of double pane, armored glass that could very easily survive a catastrophic thunderstorm.

She was doing quite well, as many have claimed. She kept her business going no matter how many pounds of business she had to do in a week, or how much she had to keep up with. She had her accountants in place, she had her council members looking after different facets of the business. Pearl was building her foundation on solid stone pillars, and doing it little by little.

“I hope those Canterlot guys are still there.” Death Metal checked her phone once again as Pearl opened a locked drawer in her desk, one that was stronger than many of the finest high end bank vaults. It also cost her more than the desk itself.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. If not, it’s their loss. I’m gonna make them a sweet deal that they can’t refuse.” She pulled out and whole folder of papers. “Oh! Why did I put my lipstick in here? I’ve been looking for that.” She picked it up and put it into her purse.

“It’s offer.” Death Metal said, drawing Pearl’s attention. “It’s ‘Make them an offer they can’t refuse.’ Have you never seen The God Stallion? I barely watch movies and I’ve seen it.”

“Ah, it’s whatever. I can have you knocked off later. Let’s go.” Pearl said as she walked toward the elevators at a more brisk pace. “If we’re lucky the elevator will get stuck again.”

This made Death Metal give a little laugh.

Dim lights, fancy piano playing stallion, people in tuxedos and dresses that you’d see at a wedding, and caviar as far as the eye could see. Yes, Death Metal wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at the same time, the peace in this place was quite nice, as there was only a little dull roar of conversation around the very luxurious restaurant. As soon as Pearl arrived, the waiters started to signal each other from across the room. The Hostess, a very young mare unicorn with turquoise fur and aqua-green mane gathered the menus and greeted her ever so courteously.

“Miss Pearl! You honor us, please, right this way. Your table is ready.” She led them to the table and lo and behold, there were four ponies in business suits and business dresses. Two stallions and two mares, who all stood up at her arrival.

“Ah, thank you for the welcome. May we now get started?” At the table, there were two free seats, which Death and Pearl filled with their rumps as they sat down. As they did, she put her hand on Death’s, which was on her lap. The white pony gave her a strange, subtle look as she did.

“Of course, when you called this meeting,” One of the stallions said, his fur green and his hair pink, styled in kind of a wave upward. “You didn’t tell us that you would be bringing such a beautiful young mare with you.” He smiled at her with a warm expression.

Death couldn’t help but blush at the comment. She didn’t even know what to say right away. She glanced at Pearl, who was smiling at her. “Umm, thanks.” She said in a low, meek voice.

“Oh, I know.” Pearl pulled Death’s hand over onto her stomach, holding it close to her with both hands. “Death Metal is the most beautiful mare in this whole entire world.”

Death Metal’s blush only deepened as her eyes widened, her green eyes staring into Pearl’s red irises. The warm smile Pearl emitted was enough to melt her heart into a little red puddle and the way she was holding Death’s hand took the strength from her.

“Ever since I’ve been with her, she’s made me a better pony without even trying. Seeing her struggles made me take a look at myself and how I’d lived my life until then. Then I looked deeper and saw that while her cutie mark was a black heart wrapped in barbed wire, her heart was just as red as mine, and one that just needed some love to get it pumping again.” Their eyes never left one another, though Pearl’s hand moved down to her purse and brought her fist up to the back of Death’s hand. “Her courage protected me when I needed it. Her love revived my soul. Her toughness kept me in shape. Her mountain of life’s turmoil made me push even harder to win her heart. I took her into my arms, and I never wanted to let go.”

Death’s eyes were wavering, tears welling up in them as she held back her emotions as best she could. It was like poking her fingers into the hull of an already sinking ship. That ship sank as Pearl put a very small, soft box into her lover’s hand and turned it up to where Death could see it.

The white mare’s eyes widened, and her heart raced, tears flowing down her cheeks as she saw the little cloth-covered box in her palm. Pearl reached over and opened it in front of her, revealing a black diamond heart in a white gold band. Inside the shining, dazzling band was the tiny letters inside a heart “DM PN.”

Death Metal’s breath began to quicken, her mascara running with her tears.

“Death Metal…. Will you marry me?” Pearl asked. Her partner openly sobbing now, and leaning toward her. She pressed her forehead onto Pearl’s shoulder. Death couldn’t contain her tears any longer. All of her walls she had were now broken and crumbled to pieces as she pressed her face against her lover’s shoulder.

“Yes!” Death Metal shouted in the middle of the restaurant. There were cheers and thunderous applause from all over the restaurant, people standing around them and clapping. The ones at their table, who were simply people from Pearl’s work pretending to be business owners from Canterlot, they stood and clapped for the two of them. Death Metal heard none of this as she bawled ever so loudly. “Yes!” She shouted again. Her arms wrapped around Pearl’s midsection and the two of them embraced. Pearl’s fingers running through Death’s perfectly straightened hair as she cried her own quiet tears. They cried together, and after just a little while, Pearl slipped the ring onto Death’s wedding finger.

The two of them kissed ever so deeply. All of the sudden everything started to come back to them both. The very beginning when they were just a pair of bitches that looked down on one another, even resented each other for what they were and not who they were. Then the incident in the Wheatery. Then onto the Cloud Stone where they discovered love for the first time together. After that was Fable, with whom Pearl proved that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her lover, even be there as she lost her virginity. Then onto Winter and his mother, with Pearl showing such amazing benevolence. Then came Cloud Stone again, where Death Metal proved that she was willing to do anything to protect Pearl. On and on they stayed together, even through their difference, it all came to this moment.

They slowly made their way from the table to a limo that was parked outside, with which the chauffeur drove them home, while another drove the hot rod behind them.

They stayed there in that limousine, balled up in each other’s arms. They were completely silent, they were blissful, in a state of zen that neither had ever known. Their love had reached a whole new peak and it was wonderful.

“Pearl…” Death said silently.

“Mmhmm?” Pearl leaned her cheek against hers.

“I love you.” She whispered into the pink mare’s ear, instantly causing her to break out in goosebumps, widening her eyes. She looked toward the white mare, a big bright smile on her face.

“I love you too, Daisy.”

They met in one more kiss.

Hearing Bells

The day was ever closing, the song in the air was ever melodic and beautiful, and the preparations were growing more cumbersome. Pearl Necklace had proposed to Daisy Meadow, more prominently known as Death Metal, four months ago, now there were only two months remaining. She had yet to pick a wedding dress, flower arrangement, food assortment, color scheme and many essential parts of the wedding Pearl had dreamed of to this very day.

Yet there they were, watching a horror movie on her couch, butt naked and stuffing their faces with popcorn and sour candy. Of course, Death chose the 1998 thriller, Faceless, starring Spotlight and Close Up. They were watching the main protagonist make her way through the house to find herself a kitchen knife in order to fend off the masked killer’s impending attack.

“You think she needs to pee at that point?” Pearl asked before she put another handful of popcorn in her muzzle.

“What?” Death gave her a puzzled glance.

“Well, think about it, all that sneaking around for a whole hour, you would think she’d need to squat somewhere. I played hide-and-seek as a filly and I was tiptoeing through my backyard. I had to piss like a racehorse.” This last comment made Death give a tiny chuckle.

“You also didn't have someone coming at you with a fire axe. Or maybe you did, I don't know what rich bitches did when they played back then.” Death said, then gave a tiny yelp as Pearl gave her bare ass a spank. They exchanged ugly looks, smiled, then kissed.

“Berry! Don’t give up! The authorities are almost there!” The male protagonist said to the distressed unicorn as she lit her horn to light the way through the dark house.

“It’s been two hours! What’s taking them so long!” She whispered back to her cellphone.

“They stopped for danishes and milkshakes, and decided to run the next five miles! Just hold on!” He yelled back as he drove in his car.

“Sounds about right.” Death said as she popped two more kernels into her mouth.

“Did you call the florist today?” Pearl asked Metal as she leaned her head to the side, atop the white pony’s black mane.

Death Metal hummed her yes. “They said that I can look through their samples today around three.” Death Metal dreaded looking through frilly bullshit like flowers. She figured they were going to die afterward anyway, so they may as well hang dead plants around the chapel. Still, Pearl was doing the vast majority of the preparations, she figured she could bare with this crap for her.

“Good, and here I am waiting for the boiler repairman and trying on wedding dresses. Oh, woe is me.” Pearl giggled as Death rolled her eyes.

“One of these days, Pearl.” Death looked as Pearl sneered at her.

Both of them looked toward the screen to see the white plastic mask killer trip on the carpet to get impaled by his own axe in one of the worst practical effects they had ever seen. They still slightly winced though.

“They said the boiler sounded like an easy fix. So they’ll be coming over later today. I really hope so, because that dress lady sounded like she had like fifty dresses for me to look at.” Pearl looked over at Death Metal, who, once again, rolled her eyes.

The movie ended with the large breasted Close Up embracing her in-movie boyfriend who did nothing, Spotlight. Neither Death Metal nor Pearl Necklace wanted to get up from that couch, so they kept watching it through the end credits. Their time together over the past month was very little. Besides their time late at night, there really much to speak of. Pearl had a business to run and a wedding to plan, while Death Metal had to look after spoiled little brats who lived off their parents’ pension.

Death Metal had it pretty well in the body guarding business. The worst she had had to do so far was stop a guy from chasing after a pop star teenager. The guy wanted her to sign his vinyl album, but she was just wanting to be out shopping in the mall. The guy lunged at her with the record in hand, and Death Metal had to spin kick him in the chin. Despite how hard he hit the ground, he simply had extreme bruising, though she could have sworn it would be at least a hairline fracture.

The guy tried to sue, but she gave him plenty of warning, and was well within her rights as a bodyguard, so the case was dismissed as soon as it was brought up. Beyond that it was as simple as shoving someone back or giving them a nasty look.

Pearl held her closer as they laid together sidelong in the couch. She knew that it was hectic right now. In fact, it was hectic before too. Only then it was because she absorbed all of Rich Co.’s assets and divided properties between herself and Vineyard Shinolah. That took a good six months all by itself. Yet, when all of that was mostly taken care of, she had to pop the question to Death Metal. Now it was a whole new slew of problems and deadlines that needed to be met before the big day.

It had not been an easy month for another big reason too. It was probably the worst revelation yet. It seemed that after months of deliberation and finger pointing, the Rich Co. scandal was now officially at an end. One hundred and seventy nine people went to jail for fraud, embezzlement, larson and money laundering. Among them was one Obscenely Rich, Former CEO of Rich Corporation. Pearl Necklace had him to thank for all of her success and a lot of things she had, however, she had to see him go down in flames by her own hand. She took down her own father in a rollercoaster ride that lasted three full days.

He went to jail for just about every crime not involving outright death. With a laundry list of charges, the worst stood out as terrorism, and that alone was enough to put him away for a good long while. He was given twenty five years in a state penitentiary with very little chance of parole. Pearl took the day off from work that day and spent the entire day in her room, wrapped up in a blanket, and Death Metal petting her mane as she cried.

As they sat there in that couch, their arms only tightened more against one another. The credits finally ended and they looked at one another. Their lips met and they petted one another as they kissed ever so deeply. Whatever time they had together was given their full attention. Pulling them apart was only drawing them closer together as far as they could see it.

“Just remember that I never wanted a big wedding.” Death Metal said as they looked at one another, still naked with their breasts mashed together.

“A year ago, you never wanted to get married to anyone.” Pearl reminded her, and Death Metal couldn’t argue.

They sighed together, pecked one another on the lips, and got up from the couch. Death got her clothes on slowly. Her black Severed Synapse shirt was brand new from the mall. Pearl had picked it up for her, knowing she had their album within the millions of vinyl records she currently possessed. She put on her dark gray jeans and her black sneakers.

“Pearl, I hope you know what I’m doing for you. If that woman says stupid shit like ‘Baby Poo Poo Green’ again I’m going to shove a tulip down her throat and make her choke out an apology.” The quoted term was said in extreme finger quotations, and spoken in as deep a growl as she could manage.

“Oh, come on Death, it was an accurate shade of green.” Pearl said, trying her best to convince Death Metal that it was true, but judging by the mare’s twitching eye glare, that was a lost cause.

“I don’t call this shirt ‘cancer shit black’ and I think that’s best for everyone. Anyway, I’m done bitching, I’ll see you later. I’ll pick you up those cake samples after I’m done, I promise.”

As Pearl put on her short red dress that match her hair and eyes, she got up from the couch and embraced her fiance. They hugged tight. “Thank you, Death. You don’t know how much this means to me. You’ve been such a big help, and I know I was a total cunt during the color deliberation, but we’ll make a solid decision next time, okay?”

Death nodded, but Pearl knew otherwise. The white furred mare was not getting the recognition she deserved in this case, Pearl thought. Given her upbringings, Pearl knew that she was thankful just being able to eat every day. The shade of blue in a wall sconce was about as important to her as a broken leaf beneath her hoof. She was only doing this because it’s what Pearl always wanted. Death Metal was putting up with a whole lot of shit that she didn’t want to do and Pearl swore to her that it would all be worth it in the end.

They said their goodbyes and pecked their lips as Death Metal walked out into the garage to her car. That’s right, her car. For so long, she told Pearl that she was not about to get a car for her, no matter how many magazines and car dealerships she drove by. Death was dead set on earning her own car and making her own car payments. Well, the more stuff she did as a bodyguard, the more her stock skyrocketed. After her defense of the little pop star, Dreamscape Daisy, she became a golden child to the body guarding community.

The car was old style, but the paint job shined like the sun over the pitch black. It was one of the first special edition hot rods ever made, and Pearl found it at a car show. Its engine was rebuilt from the ground up and its interior was given an entirely new coat, but beyond that, it had its original frame and its design wasn’t tampered with in the least.

Despite her demeanor, everytime she set eyes on this beauty in their three car garage, it always brought a smile to her face.

Pearl sighed. Once again, she was without her darling girl and without freetime. She held onto happiness for as long as she could, but it was time to get back to work. She went to her study and got her agenda. Everything in the agenda was planned to the letter. There were maps of plan A’s and plan B’s in case anything fell through. This wedding had facilities and Pearl called them constantly to make sure everything was still in order. Then there was another chapel on standby in case anything else happened. It was as solid as it could possibly be.

As she went through her notes, she saw the name Gemini Ties on today’s date. The name occurred to her, of course. They were not only the best and cheapest repair place in Ranchtown, but also, there was Spark. Electric Spark, what a hunk of horse meat he was.

She had already gotten a little taste of that unicorn’s hard cock, and he pumped her full of hot cum last time she saw him. Death Metal caught it on her phone. Pearl found herself revisiting that video footage when she had to rub a quick one out. Now he was going to come fix their boiler. What a way to start a porno movie. She knew his capacity for hot mares, and she knew how to manipulate his huge, thick, amazing cock of his.

She checked the clock. Only fifteen minutes until he arrived. Maybe she could catch it on camera and show it to his twin sister. The jealousy would make Pearl overflow with lust and she would fuck the hell out of Death Metal with some extra gusto.

Without another thought, Pearl pulled up her skirt and pulled her thong off. One single bend over and Spark was hers for the taking. Sorry, Voltage, but fair is fair, and you can’t hog all of that horse sausage all to yourself.

Pearl couldn't help but giggle profusely. Then she perked up immediately as she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly tugged her skirt down to cover her bare ass. The pink earth pony checked her hair in a mirror in the hallway as she rushed over to the door. She opened the door with a bright smile on her face.

The smile crumbled. Her eyes widened as her soul was crushed into millions of breakable pieces. She stood at her doorway, bewildered and broken in the span of three tiny seconds.

“Hi, Pearl." Voltage said as she stood there in her gray tank top and gray jumpsuit pants. She wore a large tool belt with her hand on her hip. “Heard you had a boiler problem.”

“Oh, hi… Voltage. So nice of you to come help me with my… hot water… heater.” Pearl bit back a horrific growl of disappointment. “Please,” She cleared her throat. “Come in.”

Pearl held the door open for Voltage, letting her walk in. The orange unicorn looked to Pearl as she looked into the house. She directed her to the kitchen, where there was a metal door across from the door connected to the garage.

“That’s quite the door.” Voltage said as she slid her hand across it. She pulled it open and had to strain a bit. “Damn! Why is it so heavy?”

“I turned the basement into a safe room. It’s made of titanium. Cost me a pretty bit, but just wait until someone breaks in. Pretty soon, I'll install a landline in there.” Pearl explained with some pride.

“I thought Death Metal was good enough security.” Voltage said with a chuckle, and Pearl surrendered the point. “So you said it was something wrong with the heating unit? From what Spark said, there it was barely heating?”

“Yeah, and we get about five minutes of lukewarm water before it goes cold." Pearl nodded. “Speaking of Spark…”

“He’s not coming.” Voltage interjected, and there it was, the tension. Pearl couldn't hide a scowl as two eyes glared back at her from Voltage’s gray eyes.

Voltage got out her multimeter and walked into the basement.

Death paused outside the door to look at the sign. The name on the place was Rose Matter. Such a name made her want to turn tail and run. That name brought back very bad memories. Still, she had to remind herself that she was a big girl now and this was the sole purpose of making Pearl’s life easier. All of the frilly flowers showcased through the glass, the UV lights pointed down at them and the pungent smell of soil and nature assaulted her senses as she walked into the flower shop.

The thought of using Leafly for her greenthumb abilities had occurred to them, but she was now living in the farming area outside of Ranchtown. She spent her days making winery grapes now, and from what they heard from Vineyard, she was pretty happy working there.

Death looked at the empty counter as she walked into the store. She had to admit, there were some amazingly colorful bouquets and some fantastic assortments to choose from. The mere thought that Pearl was counting on her to make the final decision seemed absurd.

“Hello?” Death asked no one in particular.

“Hi!” An older sounding mare said from the back. “Are you Pearl Necklace?” She asked as it sounded like she was finishing something up before heading to the front.

“No, I'm the other bride. She was busy so she sent me.” Death explained, her brow furrowing. There was something about that voice.

“Oh! Lovely, let’s go ahead and… get… started…” The green, pudgy mare with long, curly red hair stepped out to the front, but she dropped her scissors onto the ground as she laid eyes on Death Metal. Her lower lip quivered and her hands dropped to her sides.
Death’s legs went numb as her heart sank into the depths inside her chest. Her face instinctively went solid as her mouth went completely dry.

“Oh, hello,” There was a very long pause as Rosemary began to fidget with her fingers between her hands. “...Daisy."

Death Metal cringed on the inside while her face was stonewalled. She nodded to her though. “Mom…”

Pearl watched as Voltage worked. She sat in a chair next to a green top poker table as Voltage took apart the heating unit’s faceplate. As she got the plate off, she started looking at the wires.

“So, might I ask why you took this job instead of Spark?” Pearl dared to ask, and the sound of repairs suddenly stopped. The red and blue maned unicorn looked up from her work and glowered. “I'm just curious.”

“Because Spark is busy.” Voltage said in as blunt of a voice as she could manage. “Sometimes we need to juggle the jobs to get everything done.”

“From what I heard, you were handling the jobs at the shop while Spark was making the house calls.” Pearl scratched her ankle as she crossed it over her knee.

“What, are you keeping tabs on us now? What makes you--" She looked toward Pearl and her nostrils flared up. “I knew it!” She pointed a finger at Pearl’s crotch where her bare pussy showed below her skirt. “You horny slut! You were totally going after Spark! What, were you drawing porn inspiration? Gonna go after the big, hunky repairman and bend over to let him see your loose, sagging pussy!”

Pearl’s red eyes almost seemed to glow with red, rage energy as she gritted her teeth together. “Don’t you dare come at me with your double standards! Last time I checked, there was a certain sister getting railed by that pony! And you're no saint when it comes to seducing unsuspecting stallions! So, yeah, I wanted some penis. I don't see your logic in counting on your brother as a sex supplier!” Pearl stood up and the two of them were face to face.

“Well, at least I'm not someone who takes advantage of blackout drunk ponies her house!” Voltage spat back, making Pearl recoil a bit.

“He pulled out his cock on me! I just didn't argue! And let’s just say you weren't shy about shoving your snatch in my face!”

They were muzzle to muzzle at this point, scowling eyes not backing down as they were ready to start going fisty cuffs.

Voltage, not even taking her eyes off of Pearl, pulled out a screwdriver from her belt and twisted one screw back into place, making the heating unit boil back to life. “Fixed. I'll send you my bill.”

Pearl’s eyes widened as she looked down at the boiler. Voltage turned around and started putting the face plate back onto it and putting on all of the components to hold it. She wanted to get a last word in, but honestly, she was very impressed. Voltage cleaned up the area around the work area, gave Pearl another look, then walked back up the stairs.

“Voltage…” Pearl said as she put her hand on the door handle to leave. “Will you come to my wedding?”

The orange unicorn paused, then looked back at her. She thought for a moment, remembering the invitations that were in the mail, individual ones that allowed for plus ones.

“I’ll think about it.” Voltage turned the handle, and pulled it completely off with no effort. She looked at it for a moment, then looked at the door. Then she looked at the handle, then back at the door.

“Did that… What… Did you?” Pearl looked at her with a flabbergasted face.

Voltage turned to her with the door handle in hand. Her eyes were apologetic and her mouth was quivering.

“Oh… fuck…” They said in synch.

“So, you are marrying the richest pony in the north of Equestria.” Rosemary said, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “When did you change your name?”

Death’s eye twitched, suddenly all of those awful memories came flooding back. It was no secret that she had a dark past, but her mind was so focused in front of her. Now her head turned back to when she was thirteen years old so fast her head was spinning.

“While I was at the asylum.” Death said without the slightest hesitation. Of course, Rose took offense to this. She took offense to a lot of hurtful truths.

“It was not an asylum it was-" Rose was interrupted.

“A prison… Whatever you call it to make yourself feel better, you disowned me when things were at their worst. I clearly needed support that you weren't giving me, so I fended for myself against two stuck up bitches that deserved every bruise and broken bone I gave them.”

Rosemary tried to stand strong against the onslaught that her daughter was giving her. She tried to interject, but the look on Death’s face showed that she wasn't allowing it.

“You… you can't mean that.” Rose’s voice was breaking hard. She tried to reason that she sent her for mental care for her own good. However, there was still that glaring detail that she never came to visit, she never called, nor did she come to pick Daisy up when she was released at the age of eighteen.

“Why not? Because you were the shining example of a motherly figure? Because your sperm donor treated me like a princess and helped me with homework and cuddles when I was sad? No.” Death’s brow was furrowed and her fists were clenched tight.

Rosemary was lost at that moment. Seeing Death Metal with black hair instead of her natural blonde was already a slap to the face. She looked more like an early nineties punk rocker than the daughter she had taught to plant seeds and care for blossoms.

“Daisy…” She started to say, but she wasn't given an inch.

“Don't call me that! There is only one pony who can call me that, and that’s my future wife.” Death looked at her for a moment and sneered. “And your former customer.”

She turned to walk out of the store.

“Am I not invited to the-"

“No.” The door shut behind her.

Before she even had a chance to pursue Death Metal, she sped off from the parking lot. However, she didn't pursue her. She didn't attempt to get the last word in.

Death drove up the street, parked in the back parking space behind the Wheatery and she leaned her head on the steering wheel. Her chest heaved, her eyes clenched shut, trying with all of her might to hold back the tears.

She gritted her jaw, her eyeliner smudging up and her fists held tight onto the wheel. She was ready to shriek at the top of her lungs.

She did scream, but it was from jumping out of her skin as a finger tapped against her window. She looked out her window, thinking it was going to be a police officer about to give her a speeding ticket. But there was Ma Bushel, her former manager, smiling at her and waving.

Death managed a meek smile and waved back.

“Oh, of course this is my fault! Why would I ever think it was the one who actually pulled off the damn door handle to begin with?” Pearl and Voltage were face to face in the basement. Both of them were butt naked as their sweaty clothes were on the floor against the wall. The boiler was going on and off at random to keep hot water going, and there were no air conditioner vents.

“Don't put this on me! We wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for your workers’ shotty quality.” Voltage was down to sitting at the bottom of the stairs, sweating all over the steps as she tried to fan herself. “Can I interest you in an air conditioner down here when we get out of here?”

“I will take you up on that.” All of Pearl’s make up was ruined. She used her three hundred bit skirt to wipe it all off so it didn't sting her eyes. “Can you have your brother install it?” She couldn't hide her grin.

“I will throw you off a bridge.” Voltage said, unable to build up the energy to sound threatening. Voltage checked her phone again, but there was no signal in an underground, reinforced room meant to withstand a hurricane of very high caliber. “I hope this rearranges your priorities. It would behoove you to get this damn basement up to living standards.”

“Yeah, after my wedding, I'll get right on it.” Pearl was kicking herself for not installing that purified water faucet down here. She shook her head, already feeling the dry lips mouth as an early sign of dehydration. Sweat beaded down every part of her body as she tried to get some semblance of comfort. All she felt was the growing puddle of sweat growing under her bare ass. “Fuck. We could die down here and no one would be the wiser until we start stinking. Don't you have some kind of magic to cool us off?”

Voltage shook her head. “I have a spell that could make you go in full heat. I doubt that’s gonna help us right now. We are losing too many fluids, we’re going to start feeling the effects of heat exhaustion soon.” She tried to think. If she kept trying to pull the door open, she was going to over exert herself and pass out even faster.

That’s when the water heater turned off again. Voltage’s ears perked up.

“Maybe we should write our goodbye no--"

“Shh-shush.” Voltage listened as close as she could. There was another hum of machinery. It was very faint and also sounded quite unique. “Is there another machine in here?”

“Another machine? Not that I know of.” Pearl looked around, seeing the table behind her, as well as the chair with her sweaty ass print. On the other side of the table was the beginnings of construction of a newly furnished room. It was dark, with a very tiny window up top near the ceiling, giving minimal light. Everything else was just boxes stacked on boxes. They were boxes full of cups, power strips, several extension cords, unassembled bookshelves and a coffee maker. In the corner behind the boxes, however, was a much taller, larger box.

Voltage and Pearl went up to the boxes to start looking through them, however, Pearl went up to the tallest one and threw it to the side as it was empty.

“Whoa!” Pearl shouted, she looked at the industrial sized refrigerator. It was solid black with a two giant doors and a huge freezer drawer down at the bottom. “When did we get this in?”

“You didn’t buy this?” Voltage asked, and Pearl raised both of her hands.

“No! I wouldn’t buy black. Death Metal kept telling me to get a refrigerator down here. I guess she took it upon herself! Holy shit!” Pearl opened the fridge’s door and both of them squealed with absolute delight. The entire thing was filled from top to bottom with bottled water. They opened both of the refrigerator doors and the freezer drawer. The ponies basked in the wondrous feeling of pure synthetic cold.

“Remind me to kiss Death Metal on the lips!” She said and both of them drank deep. Voltage got through two bottles of water while Pearl did one and a half, then poured the rest over her chest and stomach, shivering and squealing as it hit.

“I get first crack at her.” She said and both of them laughed.

They stood in front of one another, bare naked and Voltage already opening up another bottle. They stared each other down, but forgot why they were fighting to begin with. In that wonderful moment, it was hard to stay mad at either of them. They weren’t sure if they drank the water too fast, or if they just felt overwhelmed.

“Voltage…” Pearl said, and looked down at the orange unicorn’s tits. Voltage saw this, and looked down at the pink pony’s as well. “I love your pink nipples.” Pearl bared witness to the two nipples growing harder.

“Yeah, well…” Voltage looked off to the side, trying not to stare at her massive breasts. Her eyes seemed to fix on them whenever she let her guard down anyway. “I like how big yours are.”

Pearl took one step closer to Voltage, and they looked each other in the eye. Voltage looked off to the side once again as she approached and Pearl did as well.

“If there’s one thing Death has taught me, it’s that I’ve been a massive bitch.” Pearl said in a quiet voice, very close to Voltage now. “And I’m sorry about what happened in high school. I know I did everything I could to ruin some of the best years of your life because I was so damn selfish.” Pearl’s voice wavered more than once. She even had tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed back the tears once, but then her eyes opened wide as Voltage made an unexpected noise.

Pearl gazed at the unicorn as she began to laugh, looking at the pink pony with the happiest face she had ever seen Voltage make.

“Ummm,” Voltage said through her gales of laughter. “Yeah, about my high school years.”

The two of them munched on wheat burgers and fountain drinks, popping fries from the large box as they sat in Ma Bushel’s office. The place was a mess, but then it was never really considered clean to begin with. Ma was the same as she always was. It was no surprise, since it had only been about four months since she let Death Metal go.

“Honey, I have to say, you did the right thing.” Ma Bushel said as she sipped her soda to wash down everything that was in her mouth. “I know big, strong beefy stallions who would crumble under the pressure you just took. You gotta know, it takes a heart of steel to take on your momma. I know this from experience, though my fillies and colts are off in Ranch U now.”

“Oh, did Flash finally make it in?” Death asked as she wadded up her burger wrapper and put it in the small trash bin.

“Yep, love that colt to death, but dear lord it was a miracle he passed the entrance exam. Now he just needs to keep out of trouble while he studies.” She nodded to Death, also throwing away her trash. “Now, Death Metal, I know from experience that what you did is going to be hard to deal with, but by the same token, you gotta know that you were just tying up a loose end. And, hot damnit, that took guts! You never talked about ya mama to me, and I figured it was for a reason. I didn’t know the reason, nor did I care. Now you can go back home to your wife with your head up high, and carry on like you was before.”

Death Metal nodded, though her eyes were still down at the floor, with her thumbs twiddling between her hands. Ma Bushel tilted her head a little bit at Death Metal. The heavy set, bright blue mare frowned at Death’s posture and expression.

“You say yes, but you’re not saying yes.” Ma said, scratching her red mane. “What’s got you down, honey?”

“Amaranth…” Death Metal said, drawing yet another puzzled face from Ma. “She was a friend of mine a long time ago. When I was on the inside, she helped me in ways I never thought possible. Where others picked on me because I was short, Amaranth showed me how to transform into something that they couldn’t make fun of. They could try, but because of that pony, I could take it then. I could handle myself in ways I never dreamed.” Death Metal tapered off. The rest of it didn’t need to be said, she figured out, because Ma already drew the right conclusion. Amaranth didn’t survive her time in the young filly correctional facility. “Just laying eyes on my mother drew everything back in. It was a part of my past I didn’t want to remember. That’s why I left so fast.”

“Darlin’, if the world were perfect, my ass would be smaller and I’d be in a mansion bigger than your fiance’s. The problem is that the world is full of problems and you’ve just been carrying too many on those tiny little shoulders of yours.” That’s when the larger earth pony got up from her desk and walked over to the 5’1’’ white pony. She placed her hand on Death Metal’s cheek and pulled her other cheek into her very soft, warm stomach.

At first, Death Metal’s eyes widened in surprise, but since it was Ma, she allowed it to happen.

“I’ve known you since you was punchin’ them wimps in that fightin’ arena you use to go to. I even taped you up more than once. Seeing you today will be the highlight of my life until that weddin’.” Ma Bushel stroked her black mane ever so softly with a slightly shaky hand. “Before this, it was pullin’ that invitation out of the mailbox. My heart sang like it hadn’t sung in years. Wherever your friend is, she’s proud of ya too. You still put up your dukes when you need to, but you learned to love again. For someone that’s been through what you’ve been through, that’s hard. Dear lord, is it ever. You done good, darlin’.” Ma Bushel felt a warm patch start to grow on her belly as Death Metal softly shedded her tears into her Wheatery uniform.

Ma Bushel smiled at this and kept her hand pressed against the side of her muzzle as Death’s breathing became uneven and the tears rolled down, making her black eyeliner run with it. Ma wanted to say something profound, something that those poets said, or those movie stars could say when they had the proper script memorized. Something to top it all off. In the end, she shrugged it off and just let Death Metal keep composing herself.

“You done good.” She said again.

“No. Fucking. Way.” Pearl sat in her chair across from Voltage, who also sat in another. They were in front of the fridge, which was opened up and feeding them much needed cool air. She tried to take in all of what Voltage was telling her, and it was a little hard to decipher. “I mean, why? How? Who in their right mind would want to go back to high school to relive something so awful?”

“Well, I guess Ponyville High just wasn’t enough. So, after Spark and I opened shop, we were doing really well. So well, in fact, that one day, the high school here in Ranchtown gave us some jobs to do around the school, and I just kind of sat in on some classes.” Voltage smiled and laughed a little bit again. “So, I more or less snuck into Golden Mile High. At first, it was just a few classes, but then I was just seen there so regularly, and people never asked.” Voltage gave a nervous smile and a shrug.

Pearl was shaking her head, not believing any of this at all. She knew there were days when Voltage wasn’t in class, but she never questioned it because she was too busy not caring. Voltage getting away with all of this wasn’t even the big surprise, the fact that she wanted to be in that high school blew Pearl away. Come to think of it, Voltage even went to the Homecoming Dance and Prom.

“That’s so wild.” Pearl said with no small amount of amazement. “You know, you could have put on clothes a while ago. We’ve cooled off our bodies enough.” She directed Voltage’s attention to her very hard nipples on her pink, DD size breasts.

“Yeah, I know.” Voltage said as she looked down at Pearl massaging her own tits in front of the electrician. “I’m fine like this.”

That was when Pearl motioned for Voltage to come to her. The unicorn complied and Pearl slowly wrapped her arms around her shoulders, her hands cupping the back of her neck.

“I know I haven't been a good pony in the past. Let’s face it, I was an entitled little brat who got everything she wanted and more. But I've spent the last year and a half trying to make up for it. I know it takes more than some free drinks and kind words to make amends, especially with you.” Pearl whispered to her. “I'm not saying that you have to love me, or even like me. I just want this senseless feud to be done with. We were at our best when we were working together.”

There was a great deal of truth in Pearl’s words then. She couldn't deny that a lot of their spats were rooted in a mutual jealousy they had for one another. Voltage felt warm, despite the refrigeration humming over them. Pearl rubbed her hands softly over her back and their foreheads leaned into each other’s.

“I just have to give you one last bit of revenge, though.” Voltage said, making Pearl’s eyes grow puzzled. “You didn't think you’d get off scott free did you?”

Before Pearl could respond, Voltage activated her horn into a bright yellow glow, which last out and struck the pink pony. Pearl felt no pain at all. In fact, there was a sudden, delicious aching in her. One sudden move and she let out a wondrous moan.

“Y-you!” Pearl suddenly grabbed her own enormous tits and cried out as they were more sensitive than they had ever been. “You cast that-Oh God!” Her legs clenched together, drawing forth a great deal of juice from her self stimulating pussy.

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked playing tricks on unsuspecting ponies.” Voltage got down on her knees in front of Pearl and pulled her knees apart, exposing her self lubricating quim.

“You beautiful slut! I hate you so much! Lick me! Fuck me!” Pearl shouted and let out a howl as Voltage went down on her. Her tongue showing a great deal of gusto as she started licking and sucking Pearl’s inner labia. The redheaded pony gripped the back of Voltage’s head to make her press her muzzle harder against her crotch. Each lick was met with an exasperated moan and a plea for more.

Voltage moaned into the pink pussy with a smile on her face as she pinched her own nipples while her tongue went to work. It was absolutely breathtaking how well Pearl Necklace took to the spell. It worked ten times better on a willing party. Pearl was obviously very willing. Her lust was at its peak and her hormones mingled with the spell as if it were an old acquaintance.

“Mmmmm, your turn.” Voltage said as she stopped licking and stood up. Pearl immediately attached her lips to Voltage’s nipple. Her tongue caressed the pink areola on her orange furred breast. Her hand squeezed her boob softly as she caressed both mammaries gently.

Pearl’s free hand slid down to Voltage’s very wet and waiting slit between her legs. She slid two fingers into her and started to gently pump them in and out of her. Voltage’s breath began to work overtime as Pearl still hand her hard nipple stuffed into her mouth, licking and caressing it all over. Voltage was dripping all down the back of Pearl’s fist.

The unicorn’s legs widened, and she couldn't help but notice when Pearl removed her mouth from her breast and smile up at her wickedly.

Overcoat knocked on the door for the third time, then checked her watch. She was a tad late, but it shouldn't make much of a difference. There was a Gemini Ties van parked outside, so someone must have been home. She spent so much time preparing each individual dress for this and tirelessly lug them around on a long hanger rack. The hanger rack was behind her on the walkway. Pulling it into the house at the proper angle was going to be a great joy, for sure.

“Miss Pearl? Are you there?” Overcoat sighed, she did not want to reload the dresses back in the van only to do the whole thing over again.

She figured she must be somewhere in there where she couldn't hear her knocking. She decided to chance it. The purple furred, pink maned unicorn opened the door, carefully looking left and right.

After a good long time of pulling the long rack through the door without touching any edges or walls, she rolled it into the living room.

“Miss Pearl?” She called through the house. Then there was an ever so tiny sound. She tried to wave her long, curly mane out of the way of her ear. The barely audible noise seemed to be coming from the kitchen. As she followed the sound, Overcoat came between two doors on either side of the walls in a small walkway. She could tell one led to the garage, but the other was the shiniest, most solid door she had ever seen. She placed the side of her face to it to get her ear closer to the sound.

Whatever the noise was, it was a high octave and it sounded like something of a cry for help.

“Miss Pearl?!” Overcoat took great pains to turn the handle hard and force the door open.

The image of Pearl and Voltage on the floor, legs intertwined and grinding their pussies together would be burned into Overcoat’s brain for the rest of her life.

Both of them stopped and looked at Overcoat for a brief moment. The purple unicorn’s face turned a very bright red.

“Oh, um, I'm sorry, I can reschedule.” Overcoat turned her head away and began closing the door.

Then came a loud clattering of voices from both of them. Though it was jumbled, she got the words “don’t" and “door.” As she widened her eyes and the door, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Death Metal walked through the garage door and heard laughter and clapping from the living room. She looked in to see Pearl in a marvelous, cream colored strapless dress with pearls and shining decorations all over the front of it. She did a double take when she saw Sweet Voltage sitting on the couch with two glasses and an open bottle of champagne on the coffee table in front of her. On the other side of the room was the very elegant Overcoat with a handheld mirror pointed to Pearl and a large camera mounted up on a tripod.

Death wasn't normally the one to show surprise on her face, but right now, such astonishment couldn't be masked.

“Darling!” Pearl said as she rushed up to her and embraced her. They pecked each other on the lips. “I'm almost done trying on dresses! And guess what!”

The white earth pony kept her puzzled look on her face as Pearl scurried over to Voltage. She helped the orange unicorn off of the couch and kissed her full on the cheek. All of the questions flooded Death Metal in that moment.

“I found my maid of honor!” She proclaimed.

Voltage gasped at the proclamation and laughed a bit in surprise. “Awww, thank you, Pearl!”

There came a barrage of blinks from the raven maned earth pony, who remained speechless. Normally, Pearl could tell when Death was happy or not. It took a certain set of eyes to tell what her tiny tell signs were. That’s why Pearl’s expression turned to a look of worry.

“Death? What’s wrong?” She stepped away from Voltage to see Death Metal tear up a little. Pearl’s concern turned serious as she put one hand on Death’s shoulder and one on her muzzle. “What happened?”

Death leaned her head onto Pearl’s chest and sighed. “We need a new Florist.”

There Goes the Bride

The days had fallen, one by one for well over half a year. The headaches and the heart ache were in full force through those trying times as their schedules were chock full of appointments, meetings, plans, dresses, caterers, guest invites and facilitation. All of it led up to this one day. The sunlight was barely seen in the distant horizon and the hour had not even struck for their appointed time to awaken. Yet there was Pearl. Her eyes opened and shot to her phone on her night stand. She picked it up and clicked the side button to see that it was five thirty. The thought of getting an extra thirty minutes of rest had occurred to her, but that went out the window as soon as she laid eyes on Death Metal, who was staring at the ceiling with her head the only thing not under the covers.

Their eyes met as Pearl smiled. Death Metal’s eyes went from wide to half open as even she cracked a tiny smile at the sight of the pink pony with a stringy red mane. She didn’t even bother trying to keep it while she slept. The hair appointment she had made was already going to take long enough. It didn’t matter if she covered it while she slept or not. The day was packed with final touch ups and last minute preparations. The dress fitting itself was going to be at least an hour by itself. Neither of them believed in the old mare’s tale of bad luck from seeing your bride before the ceremony, but it was going to happen that way anyway.

The first question Pearl asked herself was “Was it all worth it? Was breaking her hump to make her perfect day a perfect day really worth all of the heart ache, the away time and the stress?” One single look at the off white earth pony’s smiling face made the answer a large, resounding yes.

Pearl Necklace sat up in her bed and let the covers slide off her naked body all the way to her thighs. The first thing she had scheduled for that day was an hour with her beloved. She felt that they had both earned a little alone time before the starter pistol fired off and they were both hitting the ground running. It was absolutely mandatory and no change of plans was going to override that appointment. No matter what happened, what mattered was that they were both comfortable and happy on that day. She had assistants to help her assistants in the final preparations after everything was set. This was their time.

The smiling pink pony crawled over to Death’s side of the bed and they met in their first kiss of the day. Death’s hand slid out from under the cover and ran her fingers through her fiance’s mane. She pet it with a firm grip and held her closer to their very sensual kiss. Pearl ran her hand down the front of the white mare’s torso, sliding the cover off of her bare fur. She rubbed it over her crotch, and down to her soft ass, only to run it up the back of her leg so that her knee went up in the air, letting the comforter come off even more and reveal her whole body.

“So, are we married yet?” Death asked with another small grin, followed by a chuckle.

“Sure, why not?” Pearl giggled and smooched her once again. “Here’s some breakfast.” Pearl crawled up over Death even more and let her very large breasts hang down over her lover’s face. Her nipples pressed against the green eyed pony’s snout and forehead. Death Metal wasted no time in catching the pointed mammary with her mouth, sucking in the areola along with it. Pearl sighed and closed her eyes. She shuddered as she felt that warm, wet tongue lap over all of it. Death gripped both of her enormous tits with her fingers sinking into their pillow like, round form. “How’s breakfast?” Pearl asked with a small chortle.

“Needs syrup.” Death said before she started working on her right nipple, giving it the same treatment of her left.

“Oh, you prissy bitch.” Pearl groaned, shivering at the sensation once again. “Once six thirty rolls around, we should definitely swallow our breakfast and get to the chapel. The entire team will be waiting.”

“I know.” Death said, not seeming to care all that much in that instance. She took a deep breath as Pearl gripped her smaller, more modest tit and started playing with her pointed nipple. “Don’t worry, we planned it to the smallest detail. Plans A to Z are already done.”

“Yeah, but you know I believe in Murphy’s Law. That doesn’t exclude weddings. In fact, it influences them the most, it seems.” Pearl pinched Death Metal’s nipple as the white mare gave hers a tiny bite. They moaned at the same time. Pearl climbed up on top of Death Metal and once again began to kiss her, this time with more feeling. The two naked mares rolled around on the bed, touching and teasing one another with squeezing and groping their naughty areas.

That was until Death Metal stopped completely and rolled off of her. Her hooves touched the ground and she looked back at Pearl with her ass in full view. Pearl laid there on the bed with her elbows propping her up in a sitting position. There was a confused look on her face as the raven haired girl stretched, giving her a feast for her eyes.

“Well, I suppose I should eat something before we get to it.” The devilish grin made Pearl’s eyes widen. “Gotta make sure the magic of today goes off without a hitch, you know?”

“Oh, you fucking skank!” Pearl growled at her. Death winked and waved at her as she went to the closet to get on her day clothes. She slid on some tiny panties and her best black bra. “You will pay for this! I’ll find the worst torture to put you through!”

“I love you too, honey.” Death Metal slid on her cloudy gray shirt with “Certified Gwown-up” on the front.

“You’ll love this day but then you’ll rue it all the same! My revenge will not be swift! It’ll be excruciating!” Pearl continued to threaten Death as she walked into the kitchen to look into the bathroom.

“Let’s see, what says ‘You can’t scare me, you rotten whore?’” Death said loud enough for Pearl to hear as she peered into the refrigerator. She hummed as she tapped her chin.

“All of my hate!” Pearl shouted with both of her fists in the air, shaking.

The news teams were abuzz. Social media went apeshit to get footage and pictures of the biggest wedding in Ranchtown. Crowds of onlookers were gated out of the wedding facility as they pressed their cheeks against the iron bars of the gates just to get a glimpse of what was happening. Security guards were hired to keep the premises clear of the public, and three guards were posted outside the door to the wall to check people for invitations. Much like a club, their names were on a list inside a black, leatherbound book.

Inside the chapel, everyone was on the move. The lights were lit, the florists were doing their preparations with the arrangements, the food was being cooked and the cake was getting its very last bits of decorations by none other than the Abyssinian cat girl, Jasmine and the peach colored unicorn, Pop Candy. The place was alive with activity, and the whole city was going nuts over it.

That’s when the crowd was split on two sides of the road that lead to the entrance in the long, well built brick fence. A very shiny, black limousine came through as the crowd was parted and the gate opened for it to enter. Camera flashes could be seen and there must have been four hundred phones feeding video straight into the internet as the door opened and a valet opened the door.

There came the one and only Vineyard Shinolah. The luscious, purple pegasus with gorgeously done hair wore a dark blue dress that perfectly accented her fur color. She posed for the cameras, even waved at her adoring fans. Why there were fans of a mare in the business world, she had no idea. However, she was fairly certain that the majority of them were men who were desperate to get under her dress, which she was okay with. The fact that they loved her for some reason was fine with her. However, it was also why she learned the art of Krav Maga and carried a state of the art taser at her hip at all times.

Vineyard walked into the chapel with her head held up high. The wedding was still a number of hours away, but she prided herself in being the first to arrive at large events because she could afford to be. All of the workers and assistants greeted her and she waved. Vineyard declined any and all favors except for when one of them offered her a glass of wine. Then she pulled it off of the platter and nodded to the waiter. The wedding looked absolutely marvellous.

There were dancing colors all around. The chandeliers were dimly lit while the flower arrangements made up most of the decoration’s hue. The laurels were a somewhat faded green, giving it an old time quality that the pegasus adored. The red and white roses posted all around were so well arranged in their crystal vases. Those beautiful red velvet flowers hung from every sconce on the wall by the white blinded windows. Vineyard had to commend Pearl Necklace for her taste in decor. She sipped her white wine as she viewed the gorgeous scenery. It almost made her forget that there was a media frenzy going on outside with ravenous party watchers.

“A bit early for a drink, isn’t it?” She heard a female voice say from the entrance. The purple pegasus turned to the entrance door to see Jet Stream. The white pegasus with blue and white streaked hair walked in in her finest formal, red dress with a skirt that came down to her knees. She wore high heels and it was very obvious that she was in extreme discomfort, but she held herself rather well anyway.

“It’s a formal event, and a very large one at that. I’m allowed to break the rules on such occasions.” Vineyard passed some extreme sass toward Jet. “When did the top Manehattan news hound come to Ranchtown? Did you run out of skirt to chase?”

“I decided to broaden my horizons. I live here now. After all, I wouldn’t want to miss my favorite ‘mare of the world’ as her every step becomes news.” Jet smiled at Vineyard, who passed her a fake smile and raised her glass to her. That’s when she pulled out a small recording device. “Did you want to go on record?”

“No, I’m simply here to see my dear friend speak her vows and go home happily. As you watch my hooves for news, be careful not to get stepped on. As for me, I will do my best not to disappoint.” Vineyard took a long drink from her glass. “Have fun on your little blog.” This comment caused Jet to smile even harder. They gazed at one another for a long minute as Vineyard finished her glass and stood with a look that just emitted sass in every direction.

That was when Vineyard walked away to the main hall where the pews were set up in gorgeous flower decor. She found herself wondering how a degenerate news hound got an invitation to the largest event in Ranchtown history. It was obvious that there had to be a forefront of public image, but the fact that it was Jet Stream steamed her feathers.

The doors opened once again to thunderous applause and screaming. Vineyard looked out to see a very strange sight. It looked like a band, and not exactly the kind of band normally attached to a wedding. They were well dressed in tuxedos and dresses, but where there was normally a white shirt or blouse was a dirty speckled gray color, like they were dressed for Nightmare Night. All of them carried their instruments in with them and refused to hand them off to the hired hands. Even the drummer pushed an entire drum kit on a cart.

That’s when Vineyard remembered who the other bride was. Death Metal apparently had more influence on the wedding than she realized. This made her smile as they walked by her, passing her nods as they did. This may have been a more interesting wedding than she could have imagined.

“You got the gift, right?” Letty asked, drawing Fable’s attention again. He looked at her to see if she was kidding. “Right?”

“Of course, I did. I told you I would take care of it, and so it is taken care of.” Fable said as he kept his eyes on the road. For how soon the wedding was actually going to begin, he figured they were making pretty good time.

“Well, what did you get them?” She asked, a little surprised that he didn’t already tell her.

“A blender.” Fable said immediately, glancing at her. There was a pause between them, and Letty tilted her head to the side, giggling a little bit.

“Very funny, Fabes. No, seriously, what did you get them?” Letty asked again. His eyebrows went up as he glanced at her once again. He pursed his lips tight in an awkward smile and tilted his head toward the back seat.

Her eyes widened and she blinked a few times. It was suddenly dawning on her that this is where the joke would get sour. She looked back behind his seat to see a rectangular box with a bow on it. The wrapping paper was nice, but it stood about a foot tall and was just about the right width.

“You seriously got them a blender? I thought you were supposed to be imaginative as an author.” Letty said with a snort.

“Oh, come on Letty, you know how our schedule has been. I had the talk show to go to last week and I had to come back to Ranchtown to make sure you were doing fine, then I had to go get them a wedding gift. Pearl explicitly told all of her guests that there was no registry and that every gift was appreciated and completely optional. I had to act fast, and believe it or not, no matter how rich you are, a blender is always a good idea.” Fable explained.

“A blender is what you get when you can’t think of anything. She probably has the most state of the art blender the world has ever known.”

“Exactly, and she probably has ten of everything I could possibly get her without breaking the price range limit. What do you get one of the richest ponies in Equestria? A helicopter? Give me a little credit here.” Fable said as he focused on the road. They both figured that was probably the best place to stop the discussion. Tension has been running high as time has gone on. It had not been a great period for either of them, though the relationship was still going very strong.

Quick Bullet sat in the front passenger seat, leaning her chair all the way back so her very large, pregnant belly could go unhindered and not scrunched up. She had reached her target date, and there was no birth. The baby was staying in there like a treasure trove who wanted to stay in the vault. It’s not like she could blame the child. The mother’s womb was the most comfortable place in the world and it could not be simulated. Letty wanted nothing more than to make the baby happy, but she knew that the foal was running out of room. It was as a fully developed baby now, with both hooves fully formed. How did she know the hooves were fully formed? Because they were kicking her internal organs without mercy for the past three months. It had to come out at some point.

The yellow pegasus looked over at the red pegasus that did this to her. He drove the car with the stereo playing quietly. They came to a compromise on the music that was played with both of them in the car. Their musical tastes didn’t fully meet eye to eye but there was plenty of common ground between them, so they both had plenty of say in what they liked to hear.

Fable glanced at her and smiled, with her smiling back. It had been a rough morning. They had to buy a dress that fit her. It was a bright red dress with a pinkish hue. The skirt reached down to her knees and she had a very hard time fitting into it that morning. It fit when she bought it, but her belly just kept growing. It still fit, but her belly was excessively expanding to facilitate her bundle of joy. The same bundle of joy that caused her to have bathroom breaks every hour on the hour, and get sick at random points in the day. Morning sickness was a lie, they may as well call it maternal sickness.

“You sure you can handle this, Letty?” Fable finally spoke as they were growing nearer to the chapel. “I mean, you missed the rehearsal dinner because you were miserable that day. No one is going to question it if you don’t show up today. I can stay with you, if you want.”

“No, Fable. This is the biggest event since Ranchtown became a city. It would be dumb if I didn’t make it just because I’m a large, pregnant lump. I’ll stay off my hooves and I’ll only get up to smile for the cameras and pee every five minutes.” Letty said as she closed her eyes once again.

He tried to loosen his collar around his neck. The tuxedo he got was a stylish black tux but the bow tie was tight. The tailor told him that’s how it was supposed to be so it didn’t droop downward, but he really couldn’t help putting his finger in between the side of his neck and the collar of his shirt. Not to mention the itch it kept causing.

That’s when he started to see the crowd of people outside of the chapel. His eyes widened as he saw all of the cheering people at his approaching car. He was pretty early, but apparently not near early enough to avoid the large reception. His windows had no tints on them so, people were getting a whole lot of pictures of both him and his marefriend whose belly was very visible. He stopped his car as a security guard and a well dressed pony with a black book guest list approached his window. He rolled it down.

“Invitation?” The security guard asked, and Fable picked it up from his console and handed it to him. The purple stallion in the tux checked the name on the invitation and then checked his book. He even double checked it, obviously not wanting to make any kind of mistake on this. One single misstep could mean his job. The well dressed stallion nodded to the security guard and handed Fable the invitation back.

“Thank you, sir. Enjoy yourselves.” The guard nodded to him and then waved to the gate controller, who opened the barred doors of the brick wall. As Fable drove forward to the entrance, he was waved to by some valets to stop. As he did, a valet rushed up beside his door and opened it, while another opened Letty’s door.

She reached for the valet’s hand, who took hers and helped her get out. She held her stomach with one hand and slowly rose to her hooves with a sigh. Fable watched as the valet got into the driver’s seat and he opened the back seat, grabbing a well wrapped present from it, closing the door. He patted the side of the car as a signal for the valet to park his car.

The crowd was going wild. Fable had had an odd amount of exposure to the wide public of equestria as his book series was hitting the best seller market. He chose the pen name Red Quill so that he wouldn’t have to deal with all of the questions, but obviously, that didn’t work out.

There were news ponies shouting out questions toward them from outside of the gate, and there were, once again, pictures and videos being taken. Letty smiled at him as they got to the entrance of the chapel and two young mares smiled at them as they opened the doors to let them in.

“There he is. Fable!” Winter called out to Fable and waved him over as he stood with Golden Goal. They stood near the entrance with all of the chairs lined up along the wall. The main reception hall was packed. There were waiters and waitresses serving finger food and wine. There were snacks of all kinds and punch. A live string quartet played soft classical music with a full ensemble of a cello, two violins and a viola. Guests were coming in full force now, and Fable saw a lot of familiar faces.

Winter and Golden were dressed in their fanciest outfits that they could find and Winter gave Fable their best bro handshake while Golden went straight to Letty for a hug. Then there came the obligatory belly grab as she laid both of her hands onto her large stomach.

“You are getting so big. It’s so beautiful!” Golden smiled and they both laughed a little bit.

“Yeah, I’m starting to wonder if the baby’s going to start paying rent.” She smiled and they shared another gail of laughter. Golden’s giggling stopped as she felt the little kicks coming from the foal within.

“Oh, my God! I will never get tired of that.” She said as she kept feeling the little hooves beating against the belly. “She’s so cute, and I haven’t even seen her!”

“You’re still so sure that it’s a girl.” Fable asked, then looked at Winter, who shrugged.

“I still say it’s a boy. But you’re such an ass that you can’t tell anyone.” Winter gave Fable’s shoulder a little punch.

Fable snickered and shrugged. “Sorry, bro. You’re gonna have to wait and see.” He said in a tone of sorry, not sorry. “You seen Spark yet?”

“Nah, he and Voltage haven’t made it yet, that I can tell.” Winter looked around. “We've pretty much set up station here at the entrance. That ballroom is packed. Too many ponies.”

“Yeah, Pearl is a woman of the world and she didn't get to where she was without some influence.” Fable said, but Golden drew their attention.

“Letty, are you alright?” Golden asked as both men looked at the yellow pegasus. Letty was panting for breath as her forehead became speckled with sweat. She was hunched over as she looked over to Golden with a nod.

“Honey? Do you need to sit down?” Fable took her hand as she hunched over and grabbed her lower belly. As soon as he asked, Winter whipped over to the wall with the chairs lined across it. He grabbed one and carried it over until he saw Letty shaking her head.

“No,” She said in a breathless voice. “I need to get to the bathroom.” Fable was quick to start leading her deeper into the party. He looked over toward Winter, who pointed the way he was going, directing him toward it. Fable nodded and helped her down the wide, well decorated hallway.

“I hope she's okay.” Golden said and looked over at Winter, who was nodding. “Wouldn't it be wild if she went into labor on a day like this?”

“Yeah, but it would kinda ruin the wedding for me. I was planning to be the first one there.” Winter said to her and her lips pressed together. She hadn't even thought about that. She was also wanting to be there for the birth.

“Winter!” They both heard a male voice say. They turned to see the dark blue pegasus, Night Moon in his tux, along with Star Burst in her white skirt that sparked in the dim chandeliers and candle light. “Golden! So good to see you.”

“Night Moon! What up, bro! You doing the DJing tonight?” Winter asked and Night Moon laughed.

“Why does everyone think I'm the DJ at every event?” Nightmoon kept laughing, as that had certainly not been the first time someone asked him that about this wedding. “I’m a bridesman for Death Metal.”

“Seriously? That’s great! So am I! Why didn’t we do a bachelorette party for Death Metal too?” Winter asked, remembering what happened at Pearl’s party and thinking he may have answered his own question.

“Oh… yeah, about that. She… wasn’t really open to it. She just wanted to have a small get together after Pearl’s party and… yeah the whole party aspect didn’t work out.” Nightmoon’s complexion went a little pale as he thought back to what happened that fateful night. “Still, bad ass party over at Pearl’s, am I right?”

“Dude, I thought we may have killed her.” Winter remembered very well what happened that night and it was… very different. “Poor girl slept for twelve hours after that.”

“Well, that’s kind of what happens when you partied as hard as she did.” Star Burst said, and all of them laughed.

“Not to mention your girl making a move on her bride-to-be.” Nightmoon motioned toward Golden Goal whose eyes widened. This made them all burst out laughing once again.

“Hey, guys!” All of them turned to see Leafly and Stiff Hammer walk in. The brother and sister bat ponies walked in. The brother looking quite dapper in his blue tuxedo shirt with black jacket and pants. Leafly was dressed in a beautiful silken green dress with a beautiful pattern of vines sewn throughout it.

“Leafly! Hammer!” Night Moon walked over to them and hugged Stiff Hammer, kissing the pink haired bat pony on the cheek, which he returned with a smile.

“I see a lot of the gang’s here, huh?” Hammer said.

“Yeah, Pearl has a pretty extensive guest list, it seems.” Winter commented, then he checked his phone for the time. He turned to Golden and leaned close to her, talking softly by her shoulder. “It’s been a minute, did you see Fable and Letty get out of the bathroom?”

“No, actually. Text him and see if everything’s okay.” Golden said, then went back to talking with Star Burst.

Winter nodded and walked off to the side with his phone.

Winter: Dude, you good?

Fable: We’ll be there in a minute.

Winter: Where are you?

Fable: In the bathroom

That was when Fable sent Winter a picture over the text and the azure colored unicorn’s jaw dropped. What the hell was Fable thinking!?

Winter: Dude! We're at a wedding!

Fable went ahead and put the phone back into his pants pocket. His pants were now down around his ankles while Letty's mouth was wrapped tightly around the head of his very hard penis. Her eyes gazed up toward him with a delirious smile. She was stroking his manhood with her tongue and her hand gripped the base of his shaft.

Pregnancy had affected Letty's hormones a little more than they had let on to others. Her hormones were all heightened along with making her feral in the ways of heightened hearing and smell. When she got horny, which was often, there was very little she could do without acting on the urge.

She sucked his erect cock from tip to ring and jerked his member with a passion seldom seen by normal practitioners of coitus. She pulled her mouth off of his sloppy, wet penis only to attach her lips to one of his big balls. He shivered with absolute lust as she painted saliva all over his scrotum.

“Take them off.” Fable whispered. She smiled at him with a giggle as she slid her very tiny black thong off and kicked it to the side. Letty smiled at him as she hiked up her skirt and turned her ass toward him. With a small struggle, she placed her hands onto the wall to balance herself as he pushed her tail off to the side.

In her heightened hormonal state, his cock drew a long moan from her as he pushed himself deep inside her. He knew they were on a tight schedule, so he didn't start slow. He started pumping her as her vaginal tunnel gripped his shaft in an effort to squeeze that delicious juice from him.

“Mmm! Yes, fuck me, daddy.” She mewled as her eyes clenched shut. “Give it to me harder!” As much as she tried to whisper, his dick felt way too good!

“Noisy mama! You're gonna get us…” As he said this, the door opened and the two humping ponies turned to see a very blushing mare. All of them paused as they were at a standstill. “...Caught…”

Star Burst looked at the scene inside the bathroom, her face becoming beet red. That’s when she looked to her left and saw some on coming guests of the wedding, and slipped inside, closing and locking the door.

“I thought you locked the door.” Fable said as he looked down at Letty, who suddenly figured that her forgetful, pregnancy brain screwed them over once again. “Star, I’m sorry, we just--”

“Hey, it’s fine, I know how these things go.” Star Burst said as she watched Fable pull out of Letty. Both of them widened their eyes as the brown pegasus put her hand at the bottom of his very rigid cock and shook her head. “No! Are you crazy? She obviously needs this. Get back in there.”

There was an awkward pause. Letty looked back at Fable and shrugged. Fable shrugged as well and decided to push his cock way deep into her. She gasped in excitement as she felt that nice big piece of meat enter her again.

“You’re such a dirty mare.” Letty said to Star, who giggled and offered no contrary position to the statement.

“I’m not the one getting fucked at a wedding.” Star offered with a grin. “But I may be, if you’re okay with that.”

Fable looked at her as he fucked Letty again. The pegasus pony with long dark brown hair pulled her strapless skirt blouse down to reveal her handful sized breasts. She batted her eyes toward the studly stallion and lifted her pink skirt up to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties.

“We didn’t get a chance to do a quicky this morning, and Night Moon will want pictures.” She winked and got in the same position as Letty, right beside her so that he got a very good view of her tightly prim vagina. She even moved her long tail out of the way to make sure he had a target.

As his hips flopped against Letty’s ass, he licked two of his fingers and pressed them against Star’s very willing, and moistening quim. The shapely mare turned to Letty and smiled at her as she moved her own locks away from her eyes and locked lips with her. The mares kissed in the middle and that was when Quick Bullet moaned into Star’s mouth. She felt the hot jizz pour into her aching pussy. She shivered and licked Star’s tongue as he kept pounding her tight vagina until his firehose of a cock stopped.

“Your turn.” Letty whispered as she started catching her breath. She reached back to Fable and slapped him on the hip, motioning him to her. Fable complied and even saw Star Burst’s slit drip with anticipation as he mounted her. The feeling of him filling her pussy hole caused her to inhale sharply.

“Oh, God! You’re big!” She whispered as he started to pump her, already quite lively from his recent orgasm. He bared down on her hard and fast as his hands gripped her ass cheeks to spread them out and go in balls deep.

Letty watched as she sat down on the floor beside her. She was still face to face with Star Burst and kissed her on the lips as her boyfriend pounded her cunt. She tried to keep her moans quiet, but that was very difficult given the circumstances. He was relentlessly banging her with his stiff member, and she was so turned on just by walking in and catching them.

“You gonna cum?” Letty asked her, still stroking her well fucked vagina as she watched them and kissed on the pegasus mare. Star could only nod as she kept her mouth shut. Her moans were becoming increasingly hard to contain. Quick Bullet began to play with her tits, pinching and rubbing them as they flopped back and forth beneath her. It became too much for her to handle. The yellow pregnant pegasus locked lips with her once again and squeezed both of her large mammaries in a tight grip. Spit dripped from their connected muzzles as Star was beading sweat and her legs were starting to buckle.

To her surprise, Fable came again. She felt the first gush of cum inside of her and it triggered her own climax. The next three twitches brought one flow of semen after the next and she sighed inside Letty’s mouth as their tongues pressed against one another’s. He was obviously out of fuel as he pulled out of her and a bit of sperm dribbled out of her creampied hole.

“Fuck… I really needed that.” She whispered and kissed Letty once again.

They took the time to clean themselves up before rejoining the party.

Benevolence

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.

Now We Begin

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.

The Brides

“Five minutes, Miss Pearl.” A security guard said from the door, then closed it behind him. There were now seven assistants, all of them tending to different things around the wedding. All of them kept in contact with everyone else.

“Any word on what all that commotion was?” Pearl asked as she traced all along her face in the mirror, looking at every minor detail. Her hair was up, red roses planted into the locks of her mane as it stood in a style that made it look something like a crown, but with an air of femininity all through it. Her red hair was brighter than the roses, giving them a wonderful contrast.

“There was a small situation in the kitchen, but it’s been confirmed taken care of.” Coin Purse said, but then picked up a cell phone as it rang in her pocket. “Who is this? Whoever it is, you shouldn’t have this phone numb-- yes?”

Pearl looked at Coin Purse from the point of view of the mirror, the flabbergasted expression Coin Purse had gave the pink earth pony pause. Coin stood there for a moment, looking over at Pearl with a very strange, blank expression.

“Yes, yes, I understand. That’s all.” Coin Purse took the phone away from her ear and reached over to Pearl with it to hand it to her. “It’s for you.” The worried face Coin wore made her look at the phone with a blink as she took it. She furrowed her brow and held the phone up to her ear.

“Yes?” Pearl answered it and the response didn’t take long at all.

“Congratulations, Pearl. Way to forward the feminist agenda by marrying a fighting bum right off the streets.” Pearl’s face twisted in anger at the blunt, percussive comment. The female voice spoke with such calm clarity as Pearl gritted her teeth.

“Who is this?” Pearl asked as she raised her hand up at all of her assistants, instantly silencing them. She pointed for the door, motioning for them all to leave, which they did without question. “And how did you get this number?”

“What happened in the kitchen today was just a small greeting. From here on out, I suggest you count the days as they come.” The voice was still, with no wavering or sign of weakness at all. Pearl picked up on this immediately, knowing that whoever this was meant every word she said.

“What are you talking about?” Pearl asked the voice.

“I’m talking about having your own stranglehold on an entire city without a single drop of royal blood. I’m sorry, Pearl, but your father went through proper channels. You did not. If you want to play ball, you need to know who’s supplying.” The voice continued, not stuttering or pausing.

“And who is the proper channels, exactly?” Pearl asked, there was no immediate answer as there was before. “You?”

“That’s right, Pearl. You forgot about the Duchess.” As she said this, there was a click as she hung up. The pink Earth Pony felt a pang of fear at this. She held the cell phone which now read “Unknown Number Call Ended.”

“Miss Pearl,” A voice said at the door, drawing her immediate attention. It was the same security guard who nodded his apology to her. “Beg your pardon, miss. They’re ready for you.” He managed a smile, which brought one to her face. The mere fact that it was beginning was enough to bring a smile to her. Her former conversation went to the back of her mind. She knew she would have to deal with it at some point. Now, however, was not the time.

The pews were filling up to the very brim. Ma Bushel sat in the front of Death Metal’s side, along with a lot of people with net worths well over fifty times hers. She felt a little silly wearing her old style dress with all of the fancy clothes around her. She waved to Death just once, and motioned for her to breathe.

Death Metal gave her a nervous smile and a nod. She was stood up at the front of the room, beside the altar. Night Moon stood beside her, along with Fable, Winter, Spark and Splinter. All five of them stood in their tuxedos, with the organ music lingering in the air. The flowers could be seen throughout the room and the sparkling lights from every chandelier illuminated the ceremonial hall in a gentle light.

Death Metal, in her purely black dress stood with her hands held in front of her stomach. She glanced over at the Bride’s maids. Voltage stood in front of them, dressed very similarly as the others. Grem stood behind her, Lemon Square behind her, Frozen Pop behind her, with Cloudsplitter and Vineyard Shinolah heading up the back.

Between the two lines of the wedding party, there stood a very reddish purple unicorn with dazzling, starlit hair that showed all kinds of colors of the cosmos as it was shown in her enchanted locks. Her hair constantly changed shining colors, as did her blank, still eyes. Her eyes gazed forward, but she gazed into nothingness. The mare stood around six foot tall, and stood by Death Metal, holding her wooden walking stick before her as she listened for everyone to go hushed.

There came the music as Death Metal looked down the aisles. There she stood. She was so beautifully pink and her fiery red eyes met her greens. Pearl walked across that very crowded room. All eyes were on her in that wonderful moment. Her white dress was laced to absolute tailored perfection. Her upper chest was designed with patterns which accentuated the small pieces of diamonds. Her white dress dazzled the eyes of every guest as she made even steps toward the altar.

As the music ended, Pearl had made it all the way to the altar, two distinct pulses began to rise as the robed woman stood before them. Her blind eyes smiling at both of them as they gazed toward her.

“Ah, such a magical time when it comes to the combining destinies of two souls. They’re caught in the webs of eternity, forever bound in this moment as it lasts forever. What they do with it now is up to them and only them.” She said as she smiled, causing both Death Metal and Pearl Necklace to blush as they looked at each other.

Death Metal was still in a bit of denial about all of this. It was happening, but was it really happening? The two of them locked eyes and suddenly all of their past came back to them. From the night they shared in the Cloud Stone to all of the dates they went on. The fights they’d had and all of the differences they set aside to make this whole thing work. Their love for one another came at a price that they were both willing to pay.

Pearl Necklace could barely remember how it all led up to this. It would take a long time to recollect everything that had happened between them. The kisses they had shared and the comfort they gave one another when times got tough. It all led to that very moment.

“You have the rings?” The robed unicorn said as she held her walking stick with two hands, smiling as she did. Death got her ring from Night Moon. It was a white gold ring with a small but perfectly cut diamond, encrusted in rubies all around it. While Pearl got her ring from Sweet Voltage. It was a brilliant black opal with a tiny emerald stone at every point of its skinny octagon shape. They each took the other’s hand and slid the band upon their left ring finger and continued to gaze into one another’s eyes.

“Pearl Necklace, do you take this mare to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?” She asked the pink pony, whose eyes went wide. What she said was part of the plan when it came to weddings, but Pearl suddenly felt all of the weight of this moment all at once as she finished what she had to say.

“I do.” She heart herself say with a nod. Her entire body warmed straight up.

Death’s eyes blinked and watched as the lady looked over toward her.

“Daisy Meadow. Do you take Pearl Necklace to be your lawfully wedded wife? To care and to love her in the bad times and the good, til death do you part?”

“I do.” Death said in an instant before she even got a chance to finish. At first the wedding party started to wonder if the lady had gotten Death’s name wrong, but then her abrupt “I do” knocked them all for a loop. The robed woman nodded and held her walking stick close.

“Very well. From this day forward, let there be no qualms that can go unfixed, no problems that can hinder and no doubt that this love is true. By the power vested in me, as mayor of this fine city, Ranchtown. I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

They did. Their lips locked as they wrapped their arms around each other. Flash bulbs, phones and anything that could take a picture started going off as the crowd began to cheer. The bride’s maids and bride’s men started clapping as well as white confetti flew from different spots in the room. All of that was dimmed down to the two of them who shared that instant. They kissed as if they were virgin school girls and kissed like the deepest of lovers at the same time. Their eyes closed and their hearts fluttered to a great degree. That beautiful moment came and went as the organ played its music once again.

The cake was finally revealed to thunderous applause. Pop Candy and Jasmine had poured their hearts and souls into making this cake and it truly showed. Its layers were held up by beautifully decorated plastic pillars and both the feline and the unicorn were heartbroken to watch Death Metal and Pearl Necklace cut it with the appointed knife. The two of them sliced their own pieces out of the top layer and the two bakers were somewhat crushed and ecstatic at the same time. Especially when both of them took their bites and agreed it was the greatest cake they had ever tasted.

From there, the festivities began. The meal was passed out to the guests and everything escalated from there. There was an open bar, and even the formal stop at nothing for some of the finest wines and champagnes on the market. After a great meal, came the entertainment.

“Ummm… I’m not really use to formal parties, so we’re gonna try and keep it somewhat classy.” The gray pony with his black and green hair in a ponytail stood in front of his three instrumentalists on the stage of the reception hall. He cleared his throat and reached into his gray tuxedo jacket. That was when he took out a folded sheet of paper and attempted to stretch out the collar of his dress shirt.It was quite obvious that the rest of his band was also thoroughly struggling to loosen their binds. “So, ummm we’re Mutagenic Discharge. I have a disclaimer.” He cleared his throat again and began to read.

“We are your entertainers for tonight, and as I, Grave Rush, am the lead singer. I hereby declare that--”

That was when the guitarist began to riff on her guitar in a low, sinister melody with a grim look on her face. The Neon Blue pony with dark eyeshadow under her eyes and pale makeup to give herself a somewhat skeletal look to go with her beautiful formal dress that was also in a sinister gray. Her yellow eyes glaring at the crowd.

“Ummm… Shrap? I’m not done with the disclaimer yet.” Grave said, pausing as he started listening to her guitar buzz low with a chord of dismal under and overtones. “Shrapnel? Come on, I’m…”

The crowd began to wear strange looks on their faces. The guitar riffing mare earth pony didn’t budge in her patterned strumming with her bare hand. Many of the formal, rich ponies had never heard of the Grindhoofing, headbanging metal crowds of the underground rock community. However, they could smell trouble almost immediately when the lead singer pony, an Earth Pony near and dear to Death Metal’s heart threw down the disclaimer paper and started bobbing his head as his bassist and drummer began to play along with her in a soft, but rising tune.

“Ah, whatever, talk to my lawyer.” Then the band began shredding deep, dark tones of death metal, the Grindhoof essential sound that gave very bad vibes to the spiritual. The drummer began to bang on his very large, oversized drum set with every percussion instrument mounted upon it all around him as his sticks began to blur as they moved all over every surface, beating the hell out of his cymbals.

The crowd looked in astonishment as they played, blasting eardrums and destroying the atmosphere with hard licks and explosive surface-shattering quake of beating drums. The lead singer was doing something other than singing. He was blaring his voice in a low, guttural croak. If he was saying any profanities, no one would know. Whatever he was saying would have had to either be translated, or ran through a search engine.

Fable and Letty stood and watched as the metal band destroyed the air particles around them with their sound pollution. Their eyes widened and unbelieving. Winter immediately covered his ears, dropping his cup of punch as he stood directly beside the speaker. He tried to say this was a bad idea, but his voice was nonexistent in comparison to the soundwaves blasting into him. Ponies got nervous and disoriented, thinking this was supposed to be a classy party of the highest magnitude, only to have their eardrums blasted into a thousand pieces.

From the main table, draped in each other’s arms, Death and Pearl smiled. Their heads were not there at that moment. Their minds were gone and their hearts were already on their honeymoon. The brides were intertwined on a luxurious loveseat, far away enough from the blasting music to speak in a relatively low voice.

“You know what this means, right?” Pearl asked her wife. Death was somewhat still lost in that wondrous moment. Never in a million years did she ever think that Pearl would ask a death metal band to sing at their wedding. Even she wouldn’t have been stern on having such a group play at a formal shindig. However, here they were. Their heads were on cloud 9.

“No, Pearl, by all means, enlighten me.” Death Metal said as she gazed at the miracle of marriage. Her somewhat punkish accent made that comment hilarious to Pearl, but she couldn’t bring herself to laugh more than a small chuckle.

“Next we need to talk babies.” Pearl’s smile stretched across her face as Death’s face grew grim. In fact, she was showing more emotion in that moment than she had ever shown in their relationship’s entirety.

“I’m sorry, did you just say--” Death was cut short as the devilish grin turned her way from those beautiful red eyes. She nodded and grabbed her hand, pulling her off of the loveseat.

Now in Pearl’s personal room with guards on watch out in the hall, Pearl backed Death Metal into a wall. She smashed her lips against Death’s and began undoing her upper dress lace in a somewhat hurried and gasping fashion. The white pony in the black dress gave equal pressure snogging as Pearl groped her and kept undoing her dress. Both of their breaths were heavy as she worked her way all the way down the stress which just had to be buttons and not a zipper.

“Damnit, Death, who picked this damn dress?” Pearl said as her fingers worked their magic to open the most amazing dress (and almost only dress she had ever worn in her life) Death Metal had ever been presented in. She had to stop kissing so that she could concentrate on the toggles.

“You did…” Death said as she smiled big at the pink pony. Pearl was given pause at the statement. She blinked and shrugged.

“Fire me, then.” Pearl finally got the blouse open and opened up to her corset. “Damnit. Why is formalwear so complicated!” That was until she finally noticed that the corset did not cover up her ample breasts with the dark white nipples which were now standing as hard as they could be. “Oh, that’s a start.” Pearl attached her mouth to Death’s nipple, causing the white earth pony to shiver.

“Don’t act so codependent.” Death said this, but her hand was already pressing against Pearl’s very expensively styled mane. She even felt some of the rose pedals in her hair as she pressed. The feeling of real flowers in someone’s hair was strange, but Death Metal liked the texture. She closed her eyes as Pearl ravaged her boobs with her hands and mouth, sucking and pinching the nipples one after the other.

This was their wedding night, so there was no way that Pearl was going to take it slow. The first date’s sex was legendary, but she aimed to make this night just as substantial! With one swift movement, Pearl locked her fingers onto Death Metal’s thong which covered very little to begin with, and pulled her dress straight down to reveal a beautifully shaved mound and a pulsing wet outer labia from her efforts.

“Whoa, there was nothing holding it up?” Death asked, making Pearl cackle.

“Of course not, it was a small change I added to the dress.” The pink pony winked and latched her mouth onto Death Metal’s sweet pink marehood with gusto. Her tongue went to work immediately, causing the white earth pony to twitch her entire body! She could barely stand! She almost told her to stop, but she held strong against the onslaught that caused her to weaken.

“Fuck! Pearl! You’re gonna make me blow my load too soon!” As soon as Death said it, Pearl stopped her volley of attacks on her sweet spot. She wiped her face as she stared up at her bride as she still stood on shaky legs. Death almost kicked herself for real. The fact that she literally just asked her to stop and give her pussy the deprived effect.

Pearl pulled Death Metal down onto the floor with her. With one flip, Pearl pulled her own tits free of her blouse. Her excessively large tits flopped into Death Metal’s face, pushing her flat on the floor next to the wall.

Grem held onto Diamond Sword, both of them in their planned wedding formal attire. The white unicorn was able to zap their armor onto them, then afterward, he quickly changed them back to normal. The two of them had thought about getting married for some time now. They more or less agreed that it was going to happen eventually. When would it happen? They didn’t know. However, it was days like this that made them think about it for very obvious reasons. Grem was in a very dark black dress that hung over one shoulder, and fit her form in a very loose fashion, keeping it simple.

The brass band had come in after Death Metal’s band. The two completely different styles of music were a great deal off putting. However, after a moment, the party calmed down and all of them mingled and talked. While Grem and Diamond Sword danced on the floor with some of the other couples, and the ten instrument brass band started playing their old time, smooth music as the wedding reception mingled.

Some had already left the party, as their schedules made it hard for them to stay. However, there was still a very large reception on the dance floor and at the food tables.

“Alright, sweetheart, I think it’s about time we finished this.” Vineyard said as she sat at one of the smaller tables near the open wine bar. The purple pegasus filled two wine glasses to near fullness and picked up her own. “It was such a torturous five years, but I guess now we can lay it to rest. I suppose now is the best time as any.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I can only come up with so many words that share the same meaning as ‘slut.’” Jet Stream picked up a wine glass as well. “I can’t wait to hear about your ummm…” Jet opened her notebook and wrote down what Vineyard had said so far. “‘Illustrious life partnering alongside Crystal Ball Inc.’ Not to mention the details of being Pearl Necklace’s bridesmaid.”

Jet and Vineyard clicked their glasses together and drank. It was some of Vineyard’s more expensive sweet wine. The white pegasus had had it before, but it had been a very long time ago. The two smiled and sat in a comfortable silence.

“I’m glad you called it off early. Public feuds can get a little hectic. We can finally kiss and make up and get some money out of it.” Jet smiled at her and they held each other’s hands. “Acting like a total skank to you was hard work.”

“If this makes your career, we’ll consider it a win. I don’t really need anymore money. Go ahead and start, I’ll order us some more wine.” Vineyard said as Jet pushed record on her phone as she held her hands together on top of the table. Vineyard flagged down a waitress and whispered her order into her ear. The waitress nodded with a wink and went back to the bar.

“Well, obviously, the first question has to be the first one on everyone’s mind. Is there a guy in your life? If so, tell me who now.” Jet giggled as she finished off her glass. Vineyard Shinolah raised an eyebrow at this statement. It was more a demand than a question, it seemed.

“There is one guy.” Vineyard looked off to the side. Jet leaned forward and waited for her to spill the beans.

Spark was dancing with pretty much every mare that came his way. Right now, he was dancing with Lemon Square, who smiled at him. The two of them were somewhat silent through it, but they both seemed content.

Off to the side, among the chairs, there was Fable holding Letty in his arms. She seemed exhausted, almost loopy. She was going to sleep, and then waking up five minutes later, only to fall asleep again. Fable had undone his bowtie, leaving it hanging down his chest.

Winter was in a whole group about six of them, including Golden Goal, Night Moon, Pop Candy, Jasmine and Leafly. They told all kinds of stories, like they were around a campfire. They talked as if they’d known each other all their lives.

Voltage and Patch Note danced with one another, and occasionally stopped to have a chat with Grem and Diamond Sword. They hardly knew Patch, but in that moment, that didn’t seem to matter. Guests were leaving one by one. The wedding gifts were being locked away in a special room that was locked away from the public. The wedding was dying down. The excitement was waning in all but one place in the entire wedding.

Death Metal’s heart was pumping harder and faster than it had in a long, long time. She sat on the king size bed, absolutely naked, looking at the pink pony who wore nothing more than a very large, horse size strap-on. Death measured out the very large, red cock in its bulbous quality, her big tits bounced as she made the cock bob up and down. It even had a middle ring of the shaft over its rubbery surface.

“Pearl, you can’t be serious.” Death Metal said as she watched Pearl take one step toward her.

“Oh, yes, yes I can.” Her red eyes met with Death’s green eyes and they were stuck in a showdown. “I got this especially for this occasion. In all the time we’ve been together, you may think that your virginity has been taken, but no. Your virginity isn’t taken until I say it’s taken!” Pearl’s grin showed Death that she was not kidding at all. “Don’t tell me that wet, warm pussy isn’t mesmerized by this beautiful piece of hardware.” Pearl got some lubricant from a tube and squirted it onto the shaft and head, jerking it to make it spread all over.

“Pearl, you can’t scare… me.” Death tried to put on the tough act, but her eyes kept going down and staring at that angry red thing with the veins and realistic texture.

“Can I not?” Pearl called her bluff immediately. “Just because you’re my wife doesn’t mean I have to take it easy on you.”

One more moment of silence. The tension was thick. Death had been denied an orgasm once already and seeing her blushing bride wear a piece of horse sausage had to a little on edge. There was one drip of clear lubricant from the lower shaft of the toy. In that instant, Death started straight for the door. Before she could even leave the couch, Pearl grasped her arm and threw her down on the bed.

“You won’t get me without a-- OOOH!” Death Metal started to say as Pearl mounted her missionary style. Her accuracy with a dick was very impressive. Within ten seconds, Pearl’s entire strapon was balls deep in that earth pony mare. She gazed at Pearl’s red eyes as she grinned and began to work her pussy like a crankshaft. The enormous cock filled Death to the very brim. Their tits rubbed together up and down and Pearl kept her quiet with her own lips shutting her up.

Pearl fucked her with a big smile on her face and kept licking her tongue, along with her entire mouth as the cock started pounding against the white mare.

“Pearl! Oh! God! Fuck me! Harder! Yes!” The huge red dick pushed into her and kept her legs pumping in and out to try and compensate for the huge member moving in and out of her. “Fuck your slutty wife. Yeah!” She put her hand on Pearl’s cheek as her vagina got plowed.

“This makes everything worth it.” Pearl was sweating as well as she rutted the mewling girl. “There’s a reverse dick fucking me too.” She whispered into Death’s ear and the shorter mare cried out as she came something fierce.

All of that climax building up from earlier finally released and her juices splashed onto Pearl’s strapon and her legs. Death had squirted with the immense force. The red headed pony finally pulled out of her, feeling all of the juices on the big dildo as it wobbled upon exit.

“Good! Now turn over.” Pearl said, and Death was not of a mind to argue. She got on her hands and knees and felt the pink pony pull her ass cheeks open to get a good view of everything. Death was still wetter than ever. At twenty years old, her pussy was still a torrent. Pearl’s initial thrust back into Death Metal’s quim was followed by a loud groan muffled into the pillow in front of her.

As she thrust into Death Metal, she felt the repercussion immediately. The reverse strapon part was much more bulbous on the inside of her and it poked against the depths of her vaginal tube. Pearl came on first impact. Her voice reached a high octave as she grasped Death Metal by her hips and pulled her harder against her pelvis.

“I love being inside you!” Pearl cried out as the head of the cock hammered her insides into mush, making her cum once again. Her moaning made it quite obvious as she cried out with every thrust. “Ohhhh, Daisy! I’m calling you Daisy from now on because I love doing it!”

Death Metal rolled her eyes as her final orgasm came upon her, that was when her ohegao face was going off hardcore. She found herself unable to think for a few seconds, which felt like minutes. The raven maned pony plopped against the bed sheets with a small splash of juice adding to the wetness on the bed. Pearl slapped Death’s ass and plopped down against her beautiful wife and started sweating just as much.

Mrs. Necklace pulled the strap on off of her, putting the very wet novelty item onto the ground beside the bed. She grabbed herself by the crotch and the huge tits, shivering in ecstacy. The two ladies pulled together close as they fixed the cover over on top of themselves and laid down for a nap.

Letty was splayed out over one of the makeup room beds. Pearl let her use hers. The pregnant pegasus snored with her big belly laid out beside her with both of her wings on her back stretched out over the queen size furniture.

All other guests had left for the evening. It was well past midnight at that point. So at one a.m., Spark looked at his watch and raised up his arms. “Happy Hearth’s Warming Eve! We made it!”

“Yeah, I think some people actually forgot that it was December on top of being Pearl’s wedding day. People really need to get back into calendars.” Fable said as he sat by Winter. On the other side of Fable was Voltage. Her dress was mostly off, now wearing a spaghetti strap top instead of her blouse. Her skirt remained formal, though. All jackets were off for the guys. For some reason, they just didn’t want to leave. Fable, honestly, couldn’t leave while Letty was asleep. It was still not a big deal for him because he was happy she was sleeping.

“It’s whatever, I always spend it with my Mother, so that’s where I’ll be hanging out.” Winter said as he crossed his arms and sunk into his chair. He yawned and stretched, feeling some renewed energy. “So, it’s been a while since we’ve gone on an escapade. I still hit the strip club every once in a while, but it’s not the same without you guys.” Winter said as he eyed Fable and Spark.

Spark was the first one to agree. The shop had been busy as hell the winter season. Water heaters and heating systems didn’t grow on trees and those things needed constant maintenance. He was really glad it was the holiday season so he and all of them in the Gemini Ties building could enjoy a nice vacation together as a family.

“What you guys need is some priorities in your life. Since when has going to strip clubs ever been a ‘must-do?’” Voltage was quick to comment, drawing all three guys’ attention. “What? Stop being horn dogs.”

“I’m sorry, and who are you again?” Spark asked in a quiet tone. “Was there even a pot and kettle strong enough to hold that pile of crap?” He gave his sister a sour look and cleared his throat.

“I’m just saying. While you are not wrong, I’m still a mare, and can still claim the moral high ground.” Voltage said, and Winter and Fable both looked at her as if she were mad. Before either of them could argue the point, in walked two familiar faces, both wrapped up in a house robe because they were not going to attempt the wedding dresses. They had the chapel rented out for the night, so there were no cleaners until morning.

“Sounds like sexist propaganda to me.” Pearl said as she walked to the table and pulled a seat out for herself and Death Metal, who sat down.

“I’m offended already.” The white earth pony said as she sat down. She put her feet up onto the seat of the chair and pulled her arms into her robe. She made herself into a ball of fabric with her head popping out of the collar.

“So Voltage deserves a pass because she’s a woman?” Fable asked as he sipped his water. He’d stopped drinking hours ago, he knew he had to drive home later. No way was Letty driving in her condition. Of course, Pearl would probably let her stay the night, which is what it was looking like was going to happen.

“Hell, burn the tramp for all I care. If she wants cock, she wants cock, but avoiding the social label? Nope.” Pearl pulled out a box of chocolates she found in her wedding presents. They were the cheap brand. There were several people she tried to get to not give her gifts. She was Pearl Necklace, she could afford her own presents. These were from an adoring fan.

“Fine.” Voltage shrugged. “You da boss.” The unicorn laughed at this expression and sighed. They still hadn’t gotten under Pearl’s payroll and even Vineyard hadn’t been able to buy them out.

“So, you guys don’t get the idea of a party ending? You feel like you gotta stick around?” Pearl asked as she searched through the bottles of wine on the table to find that two of them were still full, it seemed. It was her wedding, and she decided that she could pour herself a glass.

“Why not?” Winter inquired. “I have literally nothing else to do and I finally got some ponies down to talk, and so far, I think the group changed like six times now. Weird that it would end with us for some reason.” He eyed Fable, who hardly knew what he was talking about.

“What are you looking at me for?” The red pegasus asked as Winter scowled at him.

“We never got a proper chance to discuss this whole Red Quill thing. How in the hell did that happen?” Winter asked him, glad that he remembered to do so.

“Oh, ask Pearl, she was the one who hooked me up with the publishing company. I had one chance to prove myself and they signed me.” Fable said as he motioned toward the married pony who nodded as he talked.

“It was right after he got an instant deal with the comic book writing job. Fable decided that maybe he should wait on the fame after he became successful. So before they released the books, they released them under Red Quill. I merely introduced him.” Pearl proclaimed, and the rest of them knew that her influence was far more a defining factor than she was willing to admit.

“Besides, I’ve helped every single soul at this table.” Pearl said as she drank her first few gulps of wine. “That’s not to say you haven’t helped me.” She smiled and giggled a little bit.

“Well, I got nothing to disagree with.” Winter said, looked at the smiling Pearl. That was when he eyed Pearl’s hip as it was exposed from the side of her robe, which was widening and exposing her leg. “Wait a minute, did you have a cutiemark before?” Winter pointed it out to everyone and even Pearl looked down and then looked back at them.

“Of course, I have.” Pearl gave him a puzzled expression. She looked down at her hip which had a blood red heart outlined by a red ring with two red rubies on the top and bottom of the band that outlined the red heart in the center.”What’s your deal?”

“Oh, ummm nothing. It’s just the whole Red Quill thing didn’t sink in with me because I had only seen Fable’s cutiemark a few times. So I’m a bit embarrassed I didn’t catch it sooner.” Winter said, then looked over to Fable, who gave him a smile.

“Aren’t you from Canterlot?” Spark asked him. Winter perked up at the question a bit and nodded.

“Yeah, but I’ve lived in Ranchtown most of my life. Plus, aren’t you two from Ponyville?” Winter pointed at both of the twins. They nodded. “Are you really Gemini?”

That’s when both of them nodded their heads yes. They were both born in June. Spark held up his wine glass and tapped it with his sister.

“It's not often we indulge in wine. Thank you for inviting us, by the way.” He raised his glass to Death Metal, who eyed him suspiciously as he looked her way. “Now, is it just me or did the mayor say your name wrong?”

Death clammed up immediately and blushed completely. With everything going on, she missed the part where she was called by her legal name.

“Yeah, she said Daisy something, didn't she?” Fable asked as Winter and Voltage nodded. Before they could discuss further, Death held up her hand.

“It's Daisy Meadow. If you would like to keep eating solid foods, you will not call me that.” Death glared at the guys and Voltage as they gave nervous laughter.

“She's also a natural blond.” Pearl said, drawing a sneer from the white pony and laughs around the table. “You know, I've been wanting to get you guys together for a while now. Seems like I've just been too busy. I mean, you guys are always welcome over here, especially her.”

Voltage flushed her cheeks as Pearl pointed at her and winked. “How is the college coming?” Pearl asked her and Voltage nodded.

“I'm still working my associates degree.” Voltage ate a cracker from her plate. “Soon, I'll have my license to officially fix computers.” Voltage said and there were some impressed sounds around the table.

“I know a guy.” Fable said and laughed a little when she pointed at him with scowled eyes as if to say “not anymore, you don't!”

“Nice, but you should probably get on my level. I’m pretty much done with my associates and already took classes for my bachelor.” Winter said and the rest of them hummed their “Ooo lalas.”

“I got my GED.” Death Metal said, drawing their attention. The earth pony shrugged it off and waved her hand at them. “I’ll work on it later. I just got married, give me a break.”

“You’re still young, Death. Did you need me to come and tutor you?” Fable asked, making her look at him with a solemn expression. “Just a suggestion?” He gave her a nervous smile and Pearl laughed.

“So, Spark, I know a certain pegasus has her eye on you.” Pearl said, grinning at him with her normal, devious look. “What’s going on with you and Vineyard?” Her curiosity was getting the best of her, and in that moment, she didn’t care.

“Where’d you hear that?” Spark said as he looked at Voltage, who gave him a look like she didn’t want too much attention on them right this minute. “I’ve seen her a few times.”

“No shit?” Winter asked as he leaned on the table, along with Fable. “You’re seeing the rich chick?”

“Dude, that’s awesome! Is she as hot naked as she looks?” Fable asked, making Spark suddenly not want to be in this conversation.

“We’re not exactly going steady. What has she said?” Spark asked and Pearl giggled.

“I’ve just heard rumors, and I haven’t really asked her yet. I was more interested in what you thought.” Pearl said as she grinned at him once again. “I mean, we just got married and Fable is on his way to getting a nice big bundle of joy. It comes to question exactly where are you in your relationships.”

“I uuhhh… well we’ve been really busy lately. I mean, looking after the shop is a busy job, especially in the winter. Right, Volt?” He looked over at Voltage who had pulled out her phone and checked on her game.

“Yeah, pretty busy.” She said and Fable leaned in and looked at her character statistics.

“Did you get your mythic armor yet?” Fable whispered to her and she nodded, pulling up the graphics for it. “Nice.”

That’s when Pearl turned to Winter, who was twiddling his thumbs, cringing as she looked at him.

“Winter, what about you? You’ve been with Golden Goal for a long time, and you have no plans?” Pearl asked, pulling Death Metal onto her and the white mare leaned her head onto her shoulder in a tight embrace.

“We’re… going places. Just… uhhh… college, you know?” Winter scratched the back of his head and chuckled. “So, following the homosexual relationship status, I suppose you’re going to adopt?”

All five other ponies turned their gaze to Winter while Pearl’s face went slack. Death Metal’s eyes twitched a little bit as she looked from Winter over to Pearl. There was a very thick moment of silence at the table as all of them stopped what they were doing. Winter almost regretted saying anything, but then Pearl let out a loud, nervous laughter.

“Oh, you’re just too funny, Winter!” Her laughter continued a little bit. “You’re right, there’s no need to be hasty. Everything in due time, am I right?”

As the topic left the table, there was still a small air of uncertainty. “So! Fable!” Voltage said, catching him off guard. “You never told us what the sex of the baby was! I think you can tell us. After all, we’re your closest friends.” Voltage’s smile was sweet but with a large undertone of manipulation.

“Oh, uuhh, I guess so. Letty and I are having--”

“Fable!” There was a large, wheezing coming from one of the large entrances of the reception hall. All eyes turned to Letty, who was stumbling through the doorway and mewling in hard pain.

“Letty!” He jumped over his chair, expanding his wings as he made a very long lunge toward her and landed on the ground. He rushed over to her and took her hand, kneeling down beside her. “Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Fable asked as he brushed her long black mane out of her face as she looked up at him with a sweaty face.

“My water broke.” Letty said as she kept huffing and holding her belly with one hand and holding Fable’s hand with her other. “The baby’s coming!”

Pearl immediately got on her phone to alert the ambulance driver. Death Metal rushed to go get her clothes on. Spark and Voltage both were quick to rush to get some things to help: towels, hot water, cold water bottles, snacks and other things for something of a long trip. Winter went to help Fable get Letty to her feet. As soon as she got to her feet, she let out another long, labored groan as her lower stomach felt like someone was cramping all at once and hardening. They would later tell her that she started labor while she slept and began dilating in the early stages with not enough pain to wake her up. She was at six centimeters.

“Well, bro. I guess we’ll find out here in a minute.” Winter said to Fable. The red pegasus looked at Winter, then looked at his sweaty marefriend. Then it all just dropped on him like a ton of bricks. The preparations, the diapers, the classes, the baby shower, and the morning sicknesses were all boiling down to this single moment in history.

“Ohhh…” The weight of it finally dawned on Fable. “Shit.”

Breaking the Walls

Rock bottom was a commonly used term around Death Metal. The earth pony fixed the bandage on her right fist as she pulled the wheat fries out of the fryer and hung it above, letting it drain, before pouring it into the fry bin, and pouring two good shakes of salt over it. Death looked at the bandage on her hand to see that the blood was already starting to seep through it again, and she rolled her eyes. Those days were pretty much over and done with.

The fighting scene was all but dried up now, and her main source of income was nothing but a memory. It was so hard to believe that her fight three nights ago was her last. A day later, the underground ring was raided by the cops, and shut down for good. A lot of her former opponents were carted off, and she was left high and dry. Now she worked at a Wheatery. The asshole lair of any fast food franchise.

She’d eaten at this one a couple times, and for some reason, the owner, Ma Bushels, took a shine to her when she was a young filly. As soon as she asked Ma for a job, she was given a uniform, and a decent pay increase over the other ponies, so long as she didn’t tell any of her co-workers.

Metal was on her second day, and she already hated anything and everything around her in that moment. Especially when she boxed up fries and set them on a tray along with a hay burger.

“Twenty four…” She mumbled to the lobby, which was filling up with ponies. She checked the time, and it was only one o’clock. Metal sneered, hating the idea of having to stay in that damn place another three hours. She tried her best to hide her scowl. She started up on the next batch of fries, because with this many ponies they were going to need them. She weaved her way through the other employees to get to the next order at the window, and put it on the front counter.

“Twenty seven…” She mumbled some, and then she caught sight of a very unwelcome sight. A pink pony she’d seen before, that rich bitch that she met at the mall when she was just trying to buy some fucking shirts. If the fates were kind, she wouldn’t notice it was her.

“Heavy Metal!” Pearl Necklace said as she got up from her seat and walked up to the front with her receipt. “Small world!”

“It’s Death Metal… Are you twenty seven?” Death said through her teeth, trying her very best to not knock that honry bitch with her already busted up knuckles.

“Yeah!” Pearl laughed a little bit as she took her tray. “I couldn’t help but notice your wonderful sense in fashion! Who’s your designer?”

Death Metal glanced down toward her uniform shirt to note that she had a small grease stain in the middle of the red. Wheatery killed her in its choice in colors, bright red and white. The moment she could get the hell out of there and back into her black band shirt and dark gray khakis, the moment she could take a deep sigh of relief. Death then glanced over at Pearl’s handbag, which of course was designer fabric and ridiculously expensive.

“Huh, that’s a nice accessory, but that’s the wrong bag to go with that outfit.” Death Metal said, then looked Pearl Necklace in the eyes. Pearl looked down at her bag and then back at Death. “But it’s supposed to be a garbage bag.” The pink pony’s expression turned to that of great annoyance as she stared at the bright gray pony who placed another tray onto the counter.

“Twenty three.” Death Metal’s expression was placid as she stared Pearl in her angry eyes.

“My Dad got me this--”

“Because he hates you.” Death interjected without skipping a beat, still looking absolutely somber in her expression, her face made no move when Pearl Necklace’s turned to that of utter shock. “Why else would he give you such an ugly purse?”

The anger Pearl felt was far greater than she’d felt in a very long time. Her cheeks flushed, and her teeth gritted to the point of grinding together. She said nothing, she just stared Death Metal in the face, and her palms began to sweat. In that moment, her hate for the gray pony, and she tried her very best to come up with something to say. Making fun of her ratty black mane, or even the blood she saw coming from the bandage on her knuckles.

Her mind locked up, though. And without a word, she stormed out of that fast food restaurant in a huff.

Death’s eyes followed her as she stomped out, then she looked down at the food she ordered. She figured she wasn’t going to need it. She took it up in her hands, and turned to her co-worker.

“I’m going on break.” She said, and went to the back.

Death Metal walked home after work, she popped her neck to the side and sighed. She wanted to go work out, but that would mean spending some of her food money paying for another month. Her bits were running out, and honestly, working at that stupid fast food joint zapped her energy.

Instead, she just lit a cigarette and smoked as she walked. That moronic Pearl Necklace had been on her mind ever since she stormed out. Did she really think that her purse was ugly? Not really, it actually matched her outfit quite well. It was just how she flaunted it that drove Death crazy. Still, why was she dwelling on that spoiled bitch? She’d run into so many bullies, or snooty cunts that had their noses so far up in the air that they were smelling Celestia’s ass.
She shrugged it off. Death had her own problems right now. She made rent, but now she had to figure out how she was going to eat. She had two wheat burgers in a plastic bag, along with some fries, but that wasn’t going to last her for her day off tomorrow. She would have to portion it out, and probably lose some weight in the process. Not that she had a whole lot of weight to lose. She wasn’t excessively skinny by any means, but she was at a point in her life where she liked the shape of her body.

Finally, Death Metal made it to her apartment building, and who else was standing in front of her entry way, but Pearl Necklace herself. Death furrowed her brow a little and rolled her eyes.

“What do you want?” She asked, “I’ve had a long day, get lost.”

“No! I have been pissed off all day because of your fucking comment on my Daddy! And I’m not leaving here until you take it back! You have no right to say such things about me, and I’ll have you know that this purse goes very well with my complexion!”

“I don’t care, go bitch to one of your servants, I’m tired.” She started to walk around her to get to the stairs, but Pearl stepped in front of her again. Now they were face to face.

“No! Not until you apologize! I don’t need some low level worm mouthing off to me in a job that I can so easily get them fired from!” This was when Death Metal’s green eyes turned to a scowl and she lifted her right fist, which was still bandaged.

“You wanna know how I busted up my knuckles? Beating up snooty bitches who don’t know when to keep their cock holes shut! You want a little demonstration? This one won’t cost you a thing!”

“Don’t threaten me, you pissant peasant! I can buy and sell your ass, if I wanted I could force you to sell your rancid cunt to the highest bidder, and you’d be sucking dicks for a living!”

“You wanna start eating through a straw, you spoiled cow?!” At this point they were both growling in one another’s face, neither of them letting up.

“You lay a hand on me, and you’ll regret it, lowlife!”

“Yeah, I’m a lowlife! Because even if my parents were rich it wouldn’t fucking matter! Both of them ditched me and left me in an asylum! I didn’t have a Daddy to shower me with goodies, or buy me puppies when I was sad! I was forced to drop out of school, and watch everyone else get on with their lives while I licked my wounds in a fucking padded room! Everytime I look at your fucking life, and see how you squander it on being a snooty prep who steps on the little guy, I want to shove that fucking purse down your fucking throat!”

“Wait… what?” Pearl’s posture softened a little.

“That’s right! Say what you want about me, but I’ve earned my keep with my own blood. A manicure wouldn’t last five seconds because I can’t just sit around a look pretty for a living. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go chop a wheat burger in half and have dinner, and hope that I have enough for tomorrow so I don’t have to head bang myself to sleep because I’m fucking starving!”

This time, Death Metal forced her way through Pearl, going to her stairs and trudging up them. It took no effort, though, the pink pony let her through without a fuss. She watched as Death Metal made her way up the stairs toward her apartment.

She opened her apartment door and thrust her bag into the corner, she began to pant deeply through her gritted teeth. Tears rolled up into her eyes, and she slammed her door shut.

“Fucking bitch!” She punched her rock solid wall with her bandaged hand, and she felt fresh, warm blood trickle through the dressing. She looked at her hand, clenched into a fist and knew that she had made a mistake. That mistake would leave a bigger scar, and she would decide whether or not she would learn from it.

She simmered herself down once again, still irked all to hell, but started breathing long, soothing breaths of relief. She sat down on her black, ratty, torn up couch, and got out her record player. She searched through her vinyl collection, and decided what she was in the mood for. Symbolic came up, by her favorite band, Death and she stared at it for a moment. She decided that remembering harsher times wasn’t such a good idea right that moment, so she went on through, Fang Driver, The Divers, Skull Hoof, Electric Circle and then finally she decided that it was a good day for Killproof. She put the record onto the player, and moved the needle onto the first song. She put on her very large earphones, and closed her eyes. Guitar riffs, banging drums, and thundering basses rocked her to sleep.

Her first day off at her first legitimate job. Now what the hell was she going to do? She had no bits to see a movie. She had no money to go to go to the bar, and she couldn’t hang out with her buddies at the fighting games until the heat died down. For all she knew, she was a wanted pony for participating in a highly illegal fight club, but she didn’t want to talk about that.

She was stumped. Death Metal took a shower, and decided to grate the grime off her ass. Keeping clean was one thing she agreed with in popular society, and smelling like burgers and fries was just awful. She rubbed her hands covered in soap over her very large, buoyant breasts, and over her body until she was covered in suds.

As she rinsed off her body, her hand accidentally flicked its side against her nipple, and she cringed. Though what she thought to be pain smoothed out into a very dim, warm sensation that made her nipple become pointed. The pleasure she felt from it was surprising, but not at all unwelcome. Masturbation was not one of her normal activities, in fact sexual arousal as a whole was somewhat of a vague concept to her, but every once in a while, she found herself experimenting with what made her hot. She pinched both of her nipples as warm water continued to run over her body, and she bit her lower lip. The earth pony felt heat in her crotch, one that kept getting more intense as she rubbed both of her nipples, and caressed both of her breasts, grinding them together as they were lubricated by the pouring water.

Her breaths were somewhat heavy, and she leaned her leg against the rim of the tub as she crept a hand down to her aching pussy, and began to circle her labia with one finger.

Then she heard a knock on her door, and her face went slack, her brows lowered, and her eyes twitched. She rolled her eyes, turning off the water and toweling off. The door knocked again.

“Give me a second!” She yelled toward the door, hoping that her annoyance showed in her tone. She wrapped her hair in a towel, as well as wrapping a towel around her body. Death Metal went to the door, and opened it.

At the door, where was a smaller pony, yellow in his fur, and red in his mane. This guy wore a very expensive, tailored tuxedo with a bow tie and everything, even the product in his hair was expensive enough to pay Death Metal’s rent. He looked up at the very annoyed Death Metal, who glared back at him, causing his nervousness to show.

“Ummm, Miss Death Metal?”

“It’s just Death Metal, what do you want?” Her tone was dry, and somewhat grave.

“I have a message for you, Miss Pearl said that she didn’t have your phone number, nor did she have your e-mail address, so she sent me here to give you this invitation.” He said as he held up an envelope to her, it was pink, and smelled of flowers or some stupid shit like that. She snatched it from his hand, making him jump a little. She tore it open and read it.

“Meet me at the Cloud Stone Club, 8 pm.” Then there was a heart along with Pearl Necklace’s signature. Death Metal recoiled a little bit from this sudden act of sweetness, and sneered.

“Tell that cunt of a slut if she wants to tell me something, she shouldn’t send short stacks in monkey suits.” She balled up the envelope and the card and threw them back at him. “Tell her to get off her ass and come tell me to my face!”

Before the stallion could say anything, she slammed the door in his face. Death Metal shook her head as she walked back into her room, and removed her towels, throwing them back into the bathroom to hang up on the towel rack and shower rail. She kept shaking her head, thinking about that vicious skagg, putting on her black shirt, with the dark red letters spelling out “Distorted Vision”, her favorite album by Skull Hoof. She put in her straight spike earrings, and her camo jeans. Even as she strapped on her black leather boots, she was shaking her head. Who in the fuck did that heifer think she was? Did she think that because she had money, she could just buy her respects? It would take more than just a couple of drinks to turn over Death’s opinion of her. Much more than a whiskey shot. Maybe five whiskey shots. Yeah, perhaps a few beers on top of that for good measure.

Six shots of straight liquor, that was a good price for Death Metal’s company. So, maybe if she got her six shots of gin, or whiskey, that would make her stick around for maybe an hour. She would need to call her, it shouldn’t be too hard to look up her--- Wait, what the fuck was she thinking?! She was not going! She had to put her hoof down somewhere. That fat whore could choke on a dick and die for all she cared!

Seven thirty, there was a knock on Death Metal’s door. She opened up, and there stood Pearl Necklace, all gussied up in her designer red dress, short skirt, strapless and entirely too tight. Death rolled her eyes and stepped out, turning around to lock her door.

“Let’s get this over with.”

They walked to the very large car outside, and got inside with a schofer to open the door for them both. The back seats faced one another, and they both sat on either side, staring each other down, not saying a word. The gray pony crossed her arms in front of her, under her ample breasts while she glared at Pearl Necklace, who only smiled, seldom blinking.

Not a single word was spoken as they made it to the club. They arrived to a large group of people outside of the building, waiting in line for the occupancy inside to go down, so that they could get in. Pearl Necklace obviously walked up to the very large, muscular unicorn at the front of the door. His dark blue fur was framed with gigantic shoulders, and his mane was shaved off. He had a mean look on his face with his arms crossed in front of him.

“Pearl Necklace.” The pink earth pony said, and he didn’t even bother checking the list, already unlatching the rope from one stand and stepping aside to let the two in. Death Metal didn’t mind so much the loud music, though techno was not at all on her list of genres, but the bright, colorful, flashing lights got on her nerves. There were ponies of all sorts dancing, mingling, sitting at tables, talking, or just sitting at the bar and drinking.

Pearl Necklace led her passed all of them, and went up to the bar, only to be handed a key by the pony serving drinks. As she kept walking, they passed by the DJ, and to Death Metal’s surprise, she saw Night Moon at the turn tables. The dark blue pegasus with the light brown hair was flipping vinyls on and off the table, and mixing up the sounds, while also bobbing his head and flapping his wings. He looked up to see Death Metal, and the two of them exchanged nods.

She turned to see that Pearl Necklace had already opened up the VIP room in the back, and Death Metal saw that she already had their entire entourage of different types of liquor on a display table in the back of the room. Below the table was a fridge, and through the glass, she could see three different types of beer, all of them were far too expensive for her to even think about drinking on her own.

Pearl walked up to it, and looked up at the wall above it, perched on a rack hanging from the wall was a display of shot, beer, and wine glasses in a whole rainbow of different colors. Pearl Necklace picked up several shot glasses, and put them on the display table, close to the edge. Then she turned her head over toward Death Metal, raising an eyebrow.

“Whiskey.” Death said, and Pearl obliged with a Cloudsdale whiskey, Amber Cat, that was about fifty bits a bottle. She put the glasses and the bottles on a serving plate, and brought it over to the center of the room.

Pearl sat in a very comfortable looking red chair in the middle of the black tiled, pink lighted room. In front of her was a large coffee table where she set the serving plate, with another chair just like hers across it, where Death Metal sat down with a small grunt. Pearl Necklace divided the glasses between them, and with a small serving nozzle on top of the bottle, she filled up each shot glass evenly.

There they sat, and to Pearl’s surprise, Death Metal spoke.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked in a very stern, dry tone that made Pearl Necklace crinkle her nose.

“Because I want to, and I always get what I want. I am, as you said, a spoiled little brat. Am I right?” Then the real surprise came as Death Metal gave the tiniest of smiles, along with a snort accompanying a chuckle. She leaned down and picked up one of the shot glasses with a delicate touch. She held it up toward Pearl Necklace in a toast.

“Now, that I can drink to.” Death Metal said, and watched as Pearl grabbed a shot glass, and the two of them locked arms as they downed their first shot of Amber Cat, neither of them wincing.

“My mother died giving birth to me.” Pearl said, watching as Death Metal gave a very uncharacteristic wide-eyed expression at the sudden burst of random information. They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the very small vibrations coming from the main club’s lobby. The room was very solid, and almost completely soundproof. “Your turn.” She finally said.

Death Metal thought for a moment, and shrugged, thinking what the hell. “My name is Daisy Meadow.”

It took Pearl a moment, but after that, jaw dropped about fifty feet down. “Whaaaaaat?”

“Yeah, my mother wanted me to be a botanist, like her, but we can see how well that worked out.” She said, once again, there came a tiny smile. Pearl ripped open with a gale of laughter.

“You have got to be fucking with me! There’s no way! How did you-- What did you--”

“Ah ah ah.” Death Metal raised her finger, and picked up another shot.

“Oh, right.” Pearl did the same, and they shared another drink. “I puked in my dad’s shoes when I was six years old, and blamed it on my nanny to get her fired. She was a bitch.”

“I once hospitalized two bullies from my high school, and no, to this day I am not sorry.”

They drink again.

“I went to prom with a guy who passed out before we had sex, and to this day he still swears we fucked.”

“My hair is actually blond, I regularly dye it black.” There came another astonished look.

The two continued like this for a good thirty minutes, and after a while, it broke down to them telling stories of their lives. More and more, Pearl Necklace began to see what a dark picture Death Metal’s life was. Then, Pearl decided it was time for a sudden tone shift.

“I was trapped in a pillory by four young stallions, and I sucked off all of them.” This drew a very overblown look from Death, her mouth hung open, though this expression was no longer a surprise, as both of them had lost count of how many shots they’d taken.

“Sweet Celestia, that’s…” In her drunken state, she couldn’t hide the fact that her legs clenched together to try and stave off her aching pussy, which she never got to finish rubbing out from earlier. Then she bit her lower lip, and looked off to the side. She muttered something, not making it audible at all.

“I’m sorry, what?” Pearl leaned forward, her ear flicking to try and straighten it out, and point toward her. Death Metal clenched her mouth shut. Her eyes squinted, and both of her ears went back and downward against her head. There was a long silence. Then Pearl Necklace took up the bottle again and began to drink it, perhaps seeing her down copious amounts of booze would make her talk.

“I’m a virgin.”

Liquor spewed from Pearl Necklace’s mouth all over the side wall across the room, she coughed a few times, and with a completely closed mouth, she stared at Death Metal for a moment. Her eyes blinked, and she couldn’t help but note that Death was blushing a very dark shade of red in her entire face. Thoughts sprang forth in her mind like a machine gun, and she blinked like crazy.

“You--” She started to say, but then her hand went to her mouth, looking at her. “You’re…”

That was when Death Metal began to rise from her seat, trying very hard not to stumble as she wobbled from side to side. Her head was completely numb, but the embarrassment still tore through her like a raging bull’s charge.

“Maybe I should go now.” She was about to turn toward the door.

“Daisy…” Pearl said, making Death Metal recoil a little bit, then look back at her. “I’m not wearing panties…”

As Pearl expected, this made Death’s eyes leer down toward her crotch, and Pearl spread her legs wide open, causing her dress to ride straight up, and over her very moist, and glistening slit. There was a very long moment of silence between them, and before Death could say anything, Pearl moved the empty shot glasses to the side, and got up onto the table, and crawled toward the light beige mare. She turned to Pearl, and gasped a little as the pink pony began to unbuckle her large, black belt, and undo her pants.

“Pearl, what are you--” She pulled Death’s pants down to see that she was wearing white panties with a pink rim. This made her smile big, and she looked up to see that Death Metal was not stopping her, though her blush continued. Pearl’s face instantly grew bedroom eyes, half open with such a sly grin that only drew Death Metal’s blush out further.

The pink pony pressed her muzzle against the front of Death’s panties, and drew in a breath, smelling the wonderful hormones of her juices. For such a dark garbed pony, she smelled as fresh as clean laundry hanging out to dry. She rubbed her snout against her thinly clad vagina harder, hearing her breaths become sharp, and even listening to her small moan escape her lips. She relished in her reactions, and finally pulled her cute little panties to the side beginning to rub her tongue against DM’s twitching pussy’s outer labia. Now she was beginning to moan out loud, and even had her hand on the back of Pearl Necklace’s head.

Her tongue was long, and it began to explore all of Death Metal’s vagina, and she was complimented as she spread her legs wider to give her a better angle. She used the angle to continue to lick.

After that, Death Metal wasn’t sure exactly how the timeline went on. Her head was so full of surprised lust, and booze that she was starting to lose track of it. She was now on her back, leaned back in the seat of the chair, her pants and panties were completely off, along with her boots. She stuck her knees were bent straight up in the air and Pearl was hungering for her pussy as if she was in heat. Death couldn’t help but cry out as she began to concentrate on her clitoris. Pearl Necklace did not let up for a second, and Death Metal started to feel a little strange. She could feel something building inside of her.

DM had definitely masturbated before, so she was not exactly a stranger to this, but there were nights when she couldn’t sleep after she masturbated. She even tried hitting her cunny a few times, but that only made it a lot worse, as the flashes of pain mixed with pleasure would wake her up even more.

She started to feel it once again, that urging feeling that kept her up at night, only this time it was getting much more obtuse. Her brain tried to cope with this feeling as best it could, but it was slowed by liquor, and the sensation was growing entirely too fast.

“P-P-Pearl! Stop! I can-- feel-- it! Oh Celestia! Stop!” She said this, but her hand grabbed Pearl’s head and pulled her harder against her cunt, even grabbed her hair hard. This made Pearl’s manicured nails dig into Death Metal’s hips, and the pleasure that built inside of her, suddenly began to make her legs twitch at a frightening rate. “Wh-wha-what! OH, FUCK! OOOHH!! SHIT! AAH!!” She cried out hard! Her pussy felt like it was convulsing, and her face twisted, her eyes closed, and she felt something like an explosion rumble through her body. Her tits bounced, though they were still in her bra and shirt, and she shook.

Vaginal juice splashed over Pearl’s mouth and chin, and onto the chair’s edge. Pearl sat back a little bit, looking at Death Metal with some astonishment. The gray earth pony was gasping for breath, grabbing her left tit with her left hand and squeezing her pussy with her right. She moaned every other breath, mumbling curse words under her breath.

“Death Metal… was that… was that the first time you reached an orgasm?” Pearl Necklace asked, licking some of her juices from her chin. She couldn’t help but grab her own pussy, rubbing it a little bit in such amazing excitement.

“Th---that’s what it feels like? Are you fucking kidding me?” She came to the horrible realization that she’d been doing it wrong this entire time. She’d never been able to bring herself to such heights on her own, whether it was because she wasn’t good at it, or the fact that she’d never been particularly aroused until just recently. Death Metal started to see what all the hype was about.

“Are you okay? Do you need to rest for a m--” She was cut off as Death Metal suddenly shot up from her laying position to a sitting position, leaning into Pearl Necklace’s face, muzzle to muzzle.

“Are you shitting me?” She pressed her snout against Pearl Necklace’s even more. “DO. IT. AGAIN!”

The nervous, flabbergasted face on Pearl Necklace gazed her red eyes into those beautiful green eyes of Death’s, and she gave a small, meek little chuckle. “Kaaay…”

Both of them were now completely naked, and Pearl couldn’t help but give Death’s beautiful tits a soft, warm kiss as she pressed them both together. After that, she showed her what the sixty-nine position was. They spread their legs wide for one another with Pearl on top.

“Alright, now remember how I-- OOH!!” Pearl started to explain, but Death Metal would have none of it. She nearly bonked her muzzle against Pearl’s pussy and began to lick with a gusto the pink, wealthy pony had never seen! “D-Death! Not so-- OOHH!! Rough! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!!”

It didn’t sound like she was really complaining, so DM didn’t let up. Her tongue grinded against her pussy like a bulldozer. Her inexperience was clearly shown, but in a way, that made it all the better. She barely knew what she was doing, but somehow, she was hitting every mark by default, because she was licking everywhere her tongue would reach.

With renewed passion, Pearl began to return the favor, grabbing both of Death Metal’s inner hips, and licking against her beautiful lady bits with an eager tongue, moaning against her pink, inner labia as Death continued her full attack against her slit. Before long, they were both moaning against one another’s nether regions, and sucking on one another with amazing diligence. It took no time at all for both of them to cum, especially Death Metal, whose vitality was starting to overcome even the alcohol’s affects on her brain.

Then they sat in front of one another on the floor, and began to intertwine their legs. Their pussies touched, and then pressed into one another.

“Now, just follow my lead on this one.” Pearl said with a very dainty tone, hoping that Death wasn’t going to fly off the handle on this one. Moving her hips slowly, she grinded her messy, wet vagina against Death Metal’s. This made the dark haired mare begin to draw in breath between her teeth. She let out a small moan, and throw back her head a little bit.

She started to get the hang of it, and the two of them were mashing, and smearing juices all over one another’s pink, perky pussies. Death Metal was sober now, and every bit of her worked to keep up momentum with Pearl, who was also starting to cry out, and clench her eyes shut. With their cunts still working against each other, Death leaned forward and grabbed Pearl’s shoulder, drawing her closer. While this slowed down their momentum a bit, it gave the pink pony a good chance to grab her bulbous breast, and squeeze it, caress it.

Though she didn’t think she could be anymore surprised that night, there came another startling instance, a momentous occasion, even. Death Metal locked lips with Pearl Necklace, even starting to work her tongue into Pearl’s mouth. Their eyes almost rolled up into their eye sockets as their tongues explored one another’s mouth, even wrestled for dominance. Pearl kept one hand planted firmly on the ground, and one squeezing her new friend’s soft, round boob. Death Metal only divided her attention between the kiss, and their sopping vaginas caressing one another.

Pearl’s legs began to tremor as her moans were muffled in Death Metal’s mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard, and a new sheet of pussy juice coated both of their crotches. DM followed suit, and leaned her head to the side as their kiss only deepened through her own climax. She pulled Pearl down as she leaned back, and their legs separated.

She wrapped her arms around Death’s shoulders and kept kissing her on the lips, their kisses turned into furious, gasping snogging, as their lust for one another rose to amazing heights.

“I’m sorry I was mean to you.” Pearl whispered to her, and that was when Death paused for a moment, and their current kiss became still. She softly broke the kiss and looked Pearl in the eyes, her eyes solemn, and sober.

“I’m sorry, too.” She muttered a little bit, and her eyes drew off to the side. Her chin began to lower a little, until Pearl put her hand under her muzzle and lifted it back up to level with hers.

“I’ve… never really had a friend before.” Pearl said, their eyes locked now.

“I did… once.” Death said, and looked off to the side, but then back at Pearl again. “I don’t know if I could ever do that again.”

“C-...” She started to say, tears forming up in her eyes a little, seeping out the corners. “Can you try… with me?”

This drew a tiny smile from Death Metal once again. They kissed, and held one another throughout the rest of the night. Even when the club closed, they were still naked on the floor, but the club owner wouldn’t dare cross Pearl Necklace, for fear of what her father would do to his joint.

Neither of them knew it at the time, but that night would mean more to them than they could ever imagine. For both of them, an awakening had begun.

Death Metal sat in her ripped up, torn couch. She was on a total of eight days off at the Wheatery, though she hadn’t really counted the weeks she’d worked there. Not that it mattered anyway. She simply sat on her couch, and sharpened her daggers that she use to fight with in special matches. These two babies had gotten her into and out of a lot of trouble over the years. Both Slayer and Overkill were two items she would never sell, no matter how broke she became. They were like extensions of her arms, and she kept them clean and sharp no matter how little she used them anymore. She was startled as her door rumbled with knocking. She nearly dropped Overkill on her hip, but caught it by the end of its handle with a sigh of relief.

“The fuck?” She said, sliding one of them in its holster, but kept the other one out and ready to slice as she walked to the door. She opened it quick, but recoiled as she saw Pearl Necklace standing there with a smile, but then she looked down at the huge dagger Death Metal held.

“What the hell are you doing?” Pearl said with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothin’.” DM’s eyes darted left and right as she held the dagger behind her back. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going on a picnic!” She said, and then held up the basket that held a very smooth, velvet picnic blanket inside.

“Whaaat? Like hell we are.” She said as she left the door opened, walking inside her apartment to put her other weapon away.

“What do you mean? I thought you said you were hungry!” She pouted as she walked into her apartment, and held the basket with both hands in front of her hips.

“Yeah, that meant we could eat here, or go to one of those fancy pants restaurants you like to go to.”

“Fancy Pants doesn’t own any restaurants here!” Pearl said, her pouting face growing ever more whiny.

“I didn’t mean--- Nevermind, I ain’t going on no fruity picnic with a stupid blanket. This ain’t “The Sound of Magic” and I ain’t singing about a stupid doe.”

Pearl’s face went from pouty to a red faced angry as she stepped up closer to Death Metal’s face. “Well, I wasn’t asking! I said we’re going, so we’re going! I packed this whole lunch for the two of us, and you’re trying caviar!”

“Says who, again?!” Death Metal leaned into her face without hesitation.

“Says me, and you’d better get dressed right now!”

“Quick fuck first?”

“Okay!” She dropped the basket, and jumped onto Death Metal, meeting her in a kiss as both of them dropped to the floor.

After the Storm

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.