Along with the Snow

Winter had done his college makeup course for his previous absence, and today he had no college courses to go to. Today, he had nothing else to do other than to make sure his Mom didn’t know what he was doing. Since Pearl found his phone at the mall, she still had not given it back. She’d shamed him, and embarrassed him, and told him to come the next day. Well now it’s the next day, and he tried his best to ready himself for what was to come. He laid in his bed, trying to relax before his return to Pearl Necklace’s house. It’s not like he hated the treatment, it’s not like he was the manliest stallion in the world, and he’d been in certain… other situations with much worse circumstances. Still, he had no idea what she had in store for him that day, and for all he knew, it could be worse than the day before.

He checked the time on his replacement cheap flip phone, just thirty minutes left. He sighed, and got out of bed, making sure that his room was at least somewhat presentable in case his Mom wanted to check on it. She was also off today, but he kept his distance as casually as he could. Frozen Pop could ask questions he didn’t want to answer. Winter got out of his room, but didn’t see his Mom in the living room down the hall, instead he heard her humming in her room, or her bathroom if he was splitting hairs.

He poked his head into the room, and smelled perfume, feeling the heat of a previously run shower. She was getting ready for something.

“Mom?” Winter asked as he got inside.

“Hey honey, do you have class today?” She asked as she pulled her panties up, and then grabbed her bra. She looked in the mirror, seeing him in her room. She smiled as he noticed her large breasts were out. She took her time putting her bra on, then setting it to the side and brushing her hair.

“Ummm no, not until tomorrow.” Winter said, trying his best not to stare at her.

“Alright, well I’ve got a meeting tonight, so if you need some money for takeout, you can get it out of my purse. You said you had a job tonight?” She asked, sometimes she voiced her concern with the jobs he did, telling him that all of the tree branch cutting or the large jobs of snow shoveling were so very dangerous.

“Yeah, someone wants me to clean their house.” Winter said, not even noticing that he was full on gazing at her large, bouncing tits. She was so much fat as she was thick, with the mother bod in full effect.

“Oh! Well that should be easy, if I’ve taught you anything, it’s how to clean a house.” She giggled a little bit, running the brush through her hair as she looked in the mirror just a few more times and put it aside. “That’s good, cleaning a house shouldn’t be too dangerous.” She turned to him and smiled. Her fur was the same color as his, and her nipples were sky blue. “When do you need to leave?”

“In about thirty minutes.” Winter said as he checked his phone to make sure he was correct. “Did you need me to pick anything up from the store?”

She thought for a moment, she had just gone to the grocery store, but that didn’t always mean she didn’t forget something on her run. She shook her head, though. She was rather thorough this time around. “No, we should be okay.” Then she smiled at him from the mirror.

That’s when she gave him the look. That look when she was wanting something, and he was just the pony to give it to her. She was about to grab her makeup kit, but then turned toward him, and took a few steps into the room.

“So, you have thirty minutes, perhaps you could let mommy give you a nice little look over before you go.” Frozen Pop walked up to him and they shared in an embrace and a kiss. “Mommy needs to make sure her big boy is good to go out into the world.”

“Well, I mean--” She kissed him again, and put her hand on the crotch of his pants. She moaned into his mouth as she proved herself right. He was rock solid hard. Knowing that she made him that way was such a turn on. Without a single word, she unbuckled his leather belt, and tugged his jeans down to reveal his wondrous ten inch cock flopping up and down as it was released.

“Ooooh, did I do that? I’m sorry.” She said as she smiled up at him. Before he could say anything more, she began to lick down at the base of his penis, and onto his scrotum. She knew he loved to have his balls licked, and caressed. Frozen traced her tongue all the way up his cock, and slid the glans into her mouth. She licked her tongue in circles around his head, thrilling as he began to breathe harder. Her hand used the lube of her saliva and jerked his large, massive shaft while her other began to rub his balls with her fingertips. Winter knew that she had already done her mane, so he dared not run his fingers through it. Instead he reached down and cupped her large breast in his hand, using his fingers to pinch the nipples softly. She moaned into the thick cock in her mouth, and sucked harder with her head bobbing back and forth. She slid it in and out of her mouth before finally taking her mouth off of it and jerking it with both of her hands.

“Mmmmm don’t cum on Mommy’s face, cum in my mouth, my big strong stallion.” She smiled at him with those bedroom eyes, and then shoved his cock ever so deep into her mouth, all the way to the back of it. She swallowed his hard on, making no gagging sounds as she was thoroughly prepared for it. Her hand massaged his balls as she put it back halfway into her mouth.

His face clenched shut, and sweat gleamed on his forehead as his teeth gritted tight. She looked up at him with a provocative, mocking expression as she kept sucking ever harder, and jerking his cock almost to the point of creating friction heat. His large, sky blue and blue spotted cock twitched in her mouth. He unleashed a splooge of salty cum into her mouth. She gulped it as fast as she could before the next shot of sticky semen came into her mouth as she continuously massaged his shaft to goad him into cumming more.

He panted hard, loving each soft stroke she gave him as she licked the head of his cock clean. She drank all of it, not wasting a single drop, or getting any on her face or hair. Though she was quite enthralled with the feeling of hot, steamy sperm all over her muzzle, she did have a meeting later that night, and she wanted to make sure that she didn’t have any telltale signs of having sex with her only son.

“Oh wow, Mom, that was awesome.” He whispered as he backed away from her a little bit to get his pants back up and buckle his belt around his waist once again. “But I need to get going.” He checked his phone again to see that he only had twenty minutes to get over to Pearl’s or his day was going to get a lot worse than it already was going to be.

“Alright honey, I love you!” She called after him as he started to hurry out of the room, fixing his shirt and pants to where he licked them, not tucked in.

“Love you too, Mom!” He said as he scurried out the door.

“Are you kidding me?” Pearl said as she stood behind Death Metal, looking at her in the mirror. The two of them gazed at Death Metal in sheer amazement. She couldn’t remember the last time Death had looked so bangable in their relatively brief relationship. “What’s there not to be sure about? You’re so fucking hot!” Pearl said as she very carefully brushed her hands through both sides of Death’s raven black hair.

After their little playtime with Winter yesterday, they had gotten to talking about Death Metal’s hair as Pearl washed it in their bathroom. She had been trying to get the white mare to do a makeover day, not because she didn’t look fuckable, but more because makeover days were so much fun! Winter had cum all in Death’s hair, and gotten her a little annoyed. However, at the same time, she did love it when Pearl used her cleaning products in it and got it glistening with absolute full body delight. After a long, heated conversation of the joys of girly pleasures, the pink furred mare finally convinced her to get it styled.

What came about it was beyond comprehension. Pearl never dreamed that a simple haircut would make such an amazing difference, but it certainly was a difference between night and day. Death Metal had hair that now came down to just above her shoulders. Even so short, it still had such a beautiful full body and it shined with every strand.

Death wore her black shirt with the Skull Hoof shirt that had their new album “Seven Coffin Nails” logo on the front of it in dark red letters. Her gray pants with the steel chain and zipper pockets hung low on her hips, and she kept staring at her reflection. Though Pearl favored her hair, she’d never really bothered to change it. Now that she did, she had no idea what to think of it.

Pearl’s arms came up around Death’s waist and held her close, nuzzling her nose into the white mare’s side of her neck. She closed her eyes as Pearl caressed her belly and warmed her up to it.

“Do you really like it?” Death Metal asked softly as she looked back at Pearl, and she hummed a yes into her neck. She gave a small moan at the vibrations that stimulated her, and made her get gooseflesh. She leaned her head to the side to give Pearl more room, and let her lick up and down, reaching all of those wonderful, sensitive areas.

“It’s gorgeous. I’m almost jealous.” Pearl grinned, and Death’s eyes widened. The thought of her being jealous of anything Death possessed was so very outlandish to her. She turned her face into Pearl’s and they met in a kiss. She reached behind herself, grabbing the red haired earth pony’s rump and squeezing it.

Both of them suddenly put on a frown as the doorbell rang. Pearl pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time.

“Well, he’s right on time. Wonderful.” They shared one more kiss as they started for the door. “You remember the plan for today?”

“Yep, I got it.” Death Metal nodded, and put a tiny smile on that only lasted a moment. Pearl opened the door as they made it through the living room.

“Good! You made it, come on in.” Pearl said, and Winter walked in. As soon as he looked at Death Metal, his eyes widened. She stood in the middle of the front room, and he couldn’t help but stare at how short her hair was. She looked so very different, but at the same time it seemed to suit her.

“You cum in my hair today, I’ll fucking kill you.” Death said with a very somber tone. The sudden flash of anger in her eyes told him that she was not kidding at all. He gave a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his head. Pearl walked into her room while the two of them got reacquainted.

“Alright, Winter, we’re going to have a bit of a change in our official uniform today.” She said as she came back out. Winter thought that the word official was a bit null and void with that sentiment.

She passed him a small white ruffled piece of cloth, and he unfurled it to see that it was a maid’s apron. A tiny maid’s apron at that. Another white ruffled cloth fell to the ground as it unfurled, and he picked it up to see that it was an old fashioned maid’s bonnet. It was the kind that strapped onto your head and curved over it like a sun visor. He looked at the two fashion accessories and then looked at Pearl. That horrid, evil grin came back over her face as she gazed at him.

“Let me guess…” Winter started to say, and she was already nodding. He closed his eyes and sighed, and then opened them only to roll them. “Fine.”

He got undressed in front of them. He folded his clothes and put them on the small table by the door. He put the apron’s loop over his head and put it on, and tied it behind his back. It covered up nothing but his lower chest and his abs. Then he looked at the bonnet, and his face twisted with embarrassment as he strapped it under his chin. It rested on his head, and he could do nothing but wear a defeatist frown on his face.

“Ooohhh! It’s so perfect!” Pearl put both hands on his cheeks and nuzzled his muzzle while he looked off to the side, that frown only growing more grim. “Now, I’m going to do some work on the computer, and you’re going to be my little cleaner around the house! You do some chores, and do whatever Death Metal says while I’m working. Kay?” She smiled brightly as he gave a little nod.

She skipped off to her room once again, humming a happy tune. Winter looked over at Death, who continued to give him that somber expression. She pointed toward the kitchen which directly connected to the living room.

“Cleaner closet is in there in the pantry. The kitchen needs sweeping.” She said as she walked to the couch and got out a remote control, turning on the stereo system. As he went to the pantry, getting out the very expensive, sturdy broom from it, he started to hear very loud, heavy metal music.

He started sweeping up. He glanced over toward Death to see that her eyes were closed, and her head was bumping up and down to the beat of a very loud, thrashing guitar and drums. The grindcore music was especially loud, and Death sat right by the speaker, not seeming to notice at all.

Winter got all of the corners, and all of the tight spaces with some difficulty before he brushed all of the dirt and crumbs into a dustpan, putting it all in the trash. After that, he filled up a small mop bucket, and got to getting the mop wet. The whole time, there was song after song of angry thrashing. Some of the songs Winter recognized, but never really listened to. She apparently loved Fang Driver, and the Divers, but after a while she put on the new album that Skullhoof came out with, the one she wore the shirt for.

Mopping didn’t take long, after a while, he walked backward with the mop swabbing to and fro as he backed up back onto the carpet. What he didn’t see was Death Metal was watching him as he did. Seeing his bright blue tail partially covering his nicely toned yet slightly chubby rump as he backed up toward the living room. He finished mopping the kitchen and then leaned the mop onto the wall.

“That doesn’t go there.” She spoke over the banging music, and he looked at her. He looked at it, then looked at the mop bucket. He took one big step over the white and black checkered floor that was partially damp, and put the mop into the mop bucket. He jumped over the wet part of the floor this time, and landed onto the carpet. Her eyes widened a bit as his large, flopping cock and balls slapped against his leg as he landed. She looked away as he looked back at her.

“Now come over here.” She said, and turned down the music a bit.

He complied, walking to her as she pointed toward the lower cabinet underneath the stereo.

“I want my records reorganized alphabetically by either band names or last names.” She looked at him, and at first he thought she was joking. Then he opened the cabinet and saw that she was being very serious. There were rows of records, all of them just as large as he remembered. He almost started laughing, asking who in their right minds had records anymore. He thought better of it as he knew something of who he was dealing with. Maybe making fun of her choice of medium entertainment wasn’t the smartest idea he’d ever had.

He got down on his hands and knees and started to do as she said, laying out her records to see their bands and their singers, starting to pick out all of the A’s.

Death Metal leaned back on the red couch, watching as he did this. Obviously, the alphabetical order was just busy work, and it wasn’t going to last a week. However, now she could watch as his legs spread out on his knees, and his cock dangled between his legs. Just seeing him in such a submissive state made her wet. She bit her lower lip as she tentatively began rubbing her crotch with her hand, remembering him like this by the pool. Neither she nor Pearl got each other off since then, opting to wait and enjoy his servitude just a little more. All it did was make her more on edge.

She had only had sex with Fable Prose before, and that was more Pearl’s doing than anything, so she wasn’t entirely sure how to initiate such scenarios. If she wanted to fight Winter, that much was easy for her. Death Metal could more than likely destroy him with a single punch, but now she was in a completely different ballpark. A guy was on his knees in front of her, more or less completely naked with his cock in plain view. She knew the potential, she just wasn’t sure what to do.

Pearl gave her little tidbits of suggestions on how to get him, but all she knew to do was order him around and put him in sexy positions.

“Ummm, Death?” Winter said, looking back at her. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, making her hand stay still.

“Yeah?” Her somber expression stayed as it was.

“I have four albums for Killproof, would they just go in order of title?” Winter asked, ignoring the fact that he just caught her rubbing her cunt in front of him.

“Yeah, don’t worry about the ‘the’ and the ‘a’ in front of their names, just put them in the same order.” She said, and nodded, continuing, now with a good number of piles. “And be careful with them, some of them are pretty old.”

He continued, and she tried to get her train of thought back, but found it a lot harder as she noticed his cock had grown a few inches. That little wimp caught her rubbing herself, she just knew it. She rolled her eyes, knowing that she wasn’t very good at this whole roleplaying and dominatrix thing. She knew something about sex, but she didn’t really know how to be anyone else but herself. Death figured it was time for a more direct approach.

As Winter began stacking them neatly and putting them back into the cabinet, Death Metal began to rustle her jeans from behind him. He finished up the stacking, and put them evenly in their rows before finally closing the cabinet.

“Alright, there you--” He looked back at her to see that she was now in her red bra, with matching panties. They were gifts from Pearl, saying that they matched the depth of the green color in her eyes. She sat with her clothes on the floor beside the couch, and her legs open to give him a very good look at her mound as it bulged out the front of her underwear.

“Good, nice job. Now come over here and massage my legs.” Death said, her tone never going anywhere other than her normal, demanding persona. He nodded, and knew to start with the shins. He was careful as he did, not knowing if she suffered from shin splints. His fingers gripped her calfs, and began to work his thumbs very gently over her lower leg. He was good, she had to admit. She didn’t know that this was a normal activity with him and his mother. Death looked down at him to see that he was gazing at her crotch, and there was no way he didn’t notice the wet spot that was forming on her panties.

“So, ummmm how long have you and Pearl been together?” Winter asked, not knowing if she was much for conversation. His eyebrows raised as she glared at him with those piercing, green eyes. She looked off to the side, then looked off to the other side.

“About half a year now.” She said in a more soft tone. His hands worked their way to her next shin and gave it the same treatment. He was careful not to massage the shin bones directly, just the calf muscles around them, gently digging his thumbs into her muscles as he went.

“I couldn’t help but notice you and her are pretty different in… a lot of ways.”

“Yeah. I noticed that too.” Death said, thinking of getting onto him for talking too much, but his hands were working some sort of magic on her. Then something happened that she didn’t expect. He sat up on his knees and lifted her legs upward. He spread her legs out and pulled her down from a seated position to a laying position on the couch. With her legs spread, he began to work his thumbs onto her inner thighs, hitting her pressure points so softly. Her eyes widened as she felt his thumbs rub such tender spots, and circle them in such sensual, gentle rubs.

She felt it, his hard cock laid down on top of her crotch, and it was harder than it was before. He wasn’t even at his full length and already his dick felt very, very heavy. His palms gripped her thighs, and began to grip them and release them at a very slow pace. There was no way he wouldn’t notice the moisture building underneath his cock. She was very noticeably biting her lower lip now, her eyes having that worried look as she gazed at his massive prick.

Death Metal put her hand down on his manhood and pressed it harder against her pussy clad in such a thin red fabric and began rocking against him slowly to get a good rubbing in. She figured her panties were useless as time went on, and interrupted him for a moment to slide them off her legs.

She pulled him into the same position as they were before, only this time, his hands reached up to either side of her pussy mound, and began to rub it with his cock still firmly placed between her outer labia. After only a moment, Death Metal began to sweat. Her throat made groaning noises that he could only describe as either growling or deep grunting. She wasted no time in pulling her bra up over her tits, which flopped out as she continued to grind his cock against her sopping wet cunt. After a moment, she saw his precum seep out from the tip and that was the last straw.

In one smooth movement, she scooted way back and back down with his cock angled to push into her very tight vagina. His penis slid in easily, as there was a great deal of lube already drenching his cock as it entered her. The two of them began to work off of each other’s thrusts as he started to fuck her. She winced a little bit at the size of him, and was instantly reminding herself just to work through it. She knew it only got better from there, and she was not wrong. As he slowly began to pick up his pace, he was fucking her so damn well that she began making noises she seldom ever made.

Winter was careful with her, knowing that she was quite inexperienced in this, just judging by the fact that she mostly did things like this with Pearl. Such a tiny pussy hole couldn’t have had many others inside of it. He did start fucking her harder, though, and she growled through the sudden change in pace. Now she was starting to look angrily into his eyes, and after only a few more moments, she put her hand onto his chest to stop him.

She panted, leaning up toward him and leaving him with a wide eyed expression, with his eyebrows way up. He looked at her with a puzzled expression, and she furrowed her eyebrows at him.

“I… want to be… on top.” She glared at him some more, and then grabbed his lower muzzle, pulling him close. “And I want you to fuck me harder!”

Without question, they switched positions. He sat on the couch, and she sat on top of him. Before he could push back into her, she pushed his cock onto his stomach. She slid her wet pussy over the length of his hot, wet prick, grinding it with her teeth gritting hard and her eyes closed. She couldn’t get over how amazing his shaft felt against her pussy lips. Death loved the feeling of a stallion’s sex organ creating such luscious friction against her nether regions.

Though, that intense feeling had to lead somewhere, and she got to the point where she had to shove his cock inside of her right then and there. She began to bounce on top of him, facing away from him so he could clearly see her ass and her pussy as it strangled his huge blue spotted dong. Her juices covered him, and she used one hand to steady herself on the couch, and the other to grip her breast. She licked her own nipple, even bit it a little bit as her lust grew to amazing heights. Death tried every angle. Leaning back, leaning forward. Bending over so she could watch his cock as it worked its way back and forth inside of her wet cunny.

It got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Winter could barely get a push in with her humping him at such a fast and even pace. Her pussy was putting so much pressure on his manhood, and he couldn’t get over how amazingly warm she was. She was fucking him, that much was certain. Her toned abs and her tight ass did their work with a regularity that he didn’t even need to put any effort into it. Though, with that thought, he put his hands on her ass and began to pull her down harder onto him, their pelvises slapped against one another with a wet, erotic sound that drove him crazy.

She glared back at him, and his first instinct was to take his hands off of her, but he didn’t. Her butt cheeks were so tight, and taut. Her body was like a soft piece of iron that had a very deep vulnerable side. However, his mind wandered a little too much, and he forgot that he was so close to climax. He clenched his teeth together, and tried his very best to stop the cum from rising in his shaft, but as it got to his cock’s head, it was too late. A shot spewed inside of her, followed by three more in quick succession, followed by another wad of cum.

A large amount of it seeped out of her onto his base. She sat on top of him, his cock as far as it would go into her, and she relished in that wonderful orgasm they shared. There really was no way to describe such a feeling. She sat there with her eyes shut, and her head leaning forward. Her hair was a mess now, but that didn’t matter. After just a moment, she did her best to brush it back to its straight position. Then she leaned back, laying on top of him. His cock slid out of her, releasing a great deal of cum that flowed from her opening. She didn’t care if it got on the couch, anyway, she would just make him clean it up.

“So ummm…” He said in the middle of their gasping. She narrowly opened her eyes and looked at him as his face was right beside hers. “I ummm… like what you’ve done with your hair.”

“Uh huh.” She hummed.

“You look cu---” He caught himself before he said it, knowing that saying it could mean a beat down. “You look… good.”

She grunted a very tiny chuckle without smiling, and rolled her eyes. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Okay, so you guys just stay right there, but I have a meeting here, and she just pulled up!” Pearl said as she came back into the living room from her room.

“Meeting?” Death Metal’s eyebrow raised.

“Her?” Winter asked, his face a little panicky, and puzzled.

“Uh huh! And she’s here!” Before the door could knock, she opened it, and there she was.

Frozen Pop walked into the house, and Winter’s heart went ice cold. His mouth dropped and went into a wide frown. Even Death Metal’s face went into a stern, stone cold face as she glared at Pearl, suddenly wishing that she didn’t have a gallon of cum in her so she could get up and knock that pink pony into the next year!

“Hi, Pearl, nice to---HOLY GODS!!!!” Frozen Pop looked at both Winter and Death Metal on the couch. His cock losing its definition, though it was still covered in cum which was dripping from the off white mare’s pussy as she stayed on top of him. Death figured there was no point in trying to cover up, their cover was blown.

Death simply glared at Pearl.

“Ummm, hi Mom!” Winter broke out into a cold sweat.

“Don’t you ‘Hi Mom’ me! What are you doing here? Who is that? Why are you here? I thought you were going to clean someone’s house!”

“I was cleaning their house. They just-- well I--- things happened! I thought you were going to a meeting!”

“This is where I was going to a meeting! Pearl called me over--”

There was a pause. After a moment, all three of them were looking at Pearl. There, she stood with the most devious, evil, malignant, super villainous grin growing over her face. They could have sworn her red hair was growing into devil horns and her red eyes were glowing with demonic presence. Her high pitched cackle drove a cold spike through Winter’s heart, and she could only cackle harder as her plan was coming to perfect fruition!