For the Record

“Alright, so based on the third rewrite of our list, we finally have The Carving Ritual, Sowing the Seeds of Devastation, Blasted Wasteland, and Bestial Compulsions. That’s if we go over a few. We still have a few to fall back on if the show runs too short for some reason.” Grave Rush said as they rushed in their van over to the set. Their stuff was in bags and ready to be taken to the stage as soon as they landed in the venue. Tremor drove with Gristle in the front and Grave Rush sat right behind them. Shrapnel and Night Moon were in the third row of seats with a symbol stand sticking out next to them and the edge of the bass drum close to their ears.

They took turns kissing each other and exploring each other with their hands. Because of him, she didn’t wear a bra, not that she planned to anyway. She also wore the smallest, skimpiest thong in her luggage. It was a thong he had no problem moving to the side to run her finger over her sweet, tender lips and she had no problem with him doing it. Their tongues wrapped around one another and they took turns whispering dirty things they were going to do to the other.

“Ummmm, Shrap? You good over there?” Grave Rush asked her and she gave a shrill little giggle as Night nibbled her ear. “You gonna be good for the show?”

“Mmmm, you know what, he’s right, Night Moon.” Shrapnel stopped him with a hand on his chest. Her palm rubbed softly against his chest and they met in another kiss before she continued. “I think we should make this official. Let’s become fuck buddies.” She said to him, and his jaw dropped.

“You mean it?” Night Moon asked like a giddy little kid who got what he wanted for Hearthswarming. She nodded vigorously, and they suddenly started to rustle around and change positions.

“Wait, what did you just--whoa!” Grave looked back toward them again, and somehow they had gotten completely nude. His cock was tight against her pussy as the length of his hard shaft pressed against her soft folds. He stood on his knees in the floorboard and she was spread wide to accept him. “Dear sweet crackers! How did you-- wow, Night Moon, you been workin-- guys! We’re five minutes away from the gig!”

By the time he stopped talking, it was already too late. His dark purplish blue shaft was already hilted into her, rutting away like high school graduates. She was moaning softly, while up in the front, Gristle and Tremor glanced at each other.

“What the fuck are you so worried about, Grave? I’ve been building this up for--aaa---a minute!” Shrapnel, whose real name was Neon Blue started to bulge her eyes as her arms wrapped around the humping pegasus who started to cause her legs to tighten around him. “Oh! Bang me! Split me in half! Grind me to pieces! Yes yes yes yes!!!” The blue earth pony blasted his balls with a gush of juice as she felt every ounce of his cum mix with it. The two of their faces flushed beet red, beads of sweat trickling down their faces.

“I see the parking lot.” Grave warned them both.

“Oh shut up Grave Rush, the story segment is over and we’ll transition out just fine.” Shrapnel said, causing all of them to turn and look at her weird except for Night Moon, who was chuckling.

“Wait, you can’t know--”

“I hope you’re happy.” Grave Rush said as he helped Gristle roll part of his drumkit up the ramp to the backstage entrance. “That was way harder than you made it sound!”

“Blah blah blah, we’re fine!” She said, making them exchange sour looks until she dropped her gas mask over her face and sneered at him. He couldn’t see it, but she was sticking her tongue at him. The guards let them in just fine, and they were very closely followed by Death Metal.

“Hold it.” The very, very large unicorn stallion said, holding his hand up toward Death, who glanced over at him with a frown. “Let me see some ID.”

“I ain’t got it.” Death said as she finished off her soda can and tossed it toward the trash can. The can hit the rim of the bin, falling to the ground. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and pick that up.” She demanded more than she asked.

The stallion snorted as his nostrils flared. Grave looked back at her and Night Moon’s eyes went absolutely round as he also paused. Pretty soon every eye was on her as a stallion two feet her senior glared down at her.

“Littering is an offen-- ah I can’t keep a straight face. Get your ass in there, Death.” The guard exchanged kisses on the cheeks with her and she gave him a tiny smile as she embraced him and he turned to pick up her can, and place it in the bin.

“Thanks, Cleave.” Death fist bumped her fellow bodyguard and walked in with the rest of them. “What?” She asked as all of them were still looking at her. Letty had a bit of a shiver from the tension in the air, it was not as if they looked like they were playing. Some of them just chopped it up to bodyguard humor and moved on.

Already, Grave recognized Corpseborne and Severed Synapse. Along the way to their room, they also ran into Horse Steam in their strange suits and top hats. They even waved and high fived them as they passed them by. Then that was when Grave saw their name on a card posted at the door very near the end of the hallway. At the very end of the hall was a guard, his arms crossed, blocking the entrance to anyone but who was on the list.

Something told him they were not on that laminated sheet of paper. All of them got a good look as they started piling into the room. It was a decent size, as they knew it would be. This place was built for show biz. Canterlot was full of these places, and all of them treated their bands like honored guests.

“Wow, look at this place. Looks like it’s been refurbished like twenty times!” Jet said as she felt the hard rock wall that was painted a pale white with a foot thick black stripe horizontal across the middle. “How many bands trashed this place?”

“I’d wager around five or six at least.” Death Metal said as she looked around, opening the fridge to see that they had gift packages with snacks, sodas and cigarettes, which she took. She added them to her deplenishing arsenal as the rest of the band started to put their stuff down. The drumset was being wheeled to the backstage.

“Ectoplasmic Discharge?” A female voice called from the hallway causing Grave’s nerves to become rigid! His entire body tensed up and his fists formed rock solid!

“It’s MUTA---” Shrapnel was quick to tackle Grave to the ground with her hand over his mouth.

“It’s Mutagenic Discharge, ma’am, how can I help you?” Gristle appeared right in front of her with his elbow against the doorway.

“You’re on in one hour.” The smaller pegasus mare said with a clipboard in her hand and her hair in a ponytail.

“Thank you.” He smiled and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. Then he turned a judging eye to Grave and gave him tiny slap on the cheek. “The hell is wrong with you, bro? You almost snapped at that nice young mare who is doing nothing more than her job. I think you need to get your head straight before you get out on that stage. What do you guys think?” Gristle said and already he could see Night Moon with his Ritter Lighter, the fancy kinds with the metal sounding lids and hard extinguish flames.

“I dunno guys, last time we did a show on hay, we kinda ate all of kraft services on stage.” Grave said as he saw it start to get passed around. “I mean, I could use a bit of calming do-- no no no now I sound like a junky. I say when I smoke!” He said all of them shrugged.

“Alright, that’s fine. We’ve got an hour before you guys go behind the stage. Do what you want.” Letty said as she laid down on the couch in the far wall. It was a pretty big room. It was said that all of the rooms were made huge because some bands could range from ten to even fifteen people before they would be broken up into multiple rooms.

“That’s alright, Grave Rush, I need to talk to you anyway.” Jet said as she cuddled up close to Grave as he sat in a chair, completely filling up the whole seat with two asses. Letty turned her head toward Jet with a furrowed brow. “What was your favorite song growing up?” The white mare asked with her hand rubbing his chin as he gulped with his eyes widened.

“Ummmm…” The gray stallion started to think until Death Metal stood up from her chair around a table. Gristle and Tremor were also sitting at this table, very quietly discussing whether or not they would be able to add anymore bras to their collection.

“If no one else gives you one,” Death reached into her larger purse, the one she took on long trips when she went body guarding out of town or when her and Pearl went on… She pulled out her a bra as her expression darkened. It was purple lace, and she tossed it to the table. Before Tremor could reach it, Gristle’s hand shot out like a bullet and took it.

That was when she pulled up her shirt to reveal a black bra with no nipple covers, showing off her pink, pretty areolas. She unlatched the back and then tossed it over to Tremor, who caught it with a sly grin. A small but very real black cloud loomed over Gristle for the next ten minutes.However that was when Death sat in Gristle's lap and held his face into her chest between her modest breasts.

“Hey, I’m countin’ on you. You gotta keep a rhythm, can you do that?” Death Metal asked, and he hummed that he very much could. “That’s good.”

“So anyway,” Jet said as she laughed, also making Grave laugh a little bit as Tremor jokingly waved off Death’s advances with a smile and a silent chuckle.

“Yeah, so anyway. After the apocalypse, I treaded the Dreadlands of Canterlot for a couple of days, avoiding the horde.” Grave explained as Jet took notes and then chewed on her pen. That’s when she scooted onto his lap.

“Wow, what about when you fought off the demons of--” Both of them were interrupted by Letty, who decided to also join the party by removing Grave Rush’s pants. Both their surprise, she was already without pants and her shirt pulled down below her tits.

“Oh no! The zombie horde took your pants!” Letty said as she held up the black pants with bright stainless steel spikes coming out the wallet protector in his pocket.

“That’s not funny, Letty, that really happened!” Grave Rush pointed at her, acting like he was upset about this, but it was actually quite an enjoyable experience. “Now give me back my--”

She was already backing her ass up into him and grinning behind at Jet who wore a face of malice and contempt! Letty hotdogged his nice cock between her butt cheeks and spit in her hand, rubbing it all over his prick. She jerked him nice and hard, causing him to cringe as she more or less forced him to absolute hardness.

All three at the table were staring at this with playing cards in their hands. They had a nice little game going between them, and Death was still topless because she was enjoying the freedom.

“Man, these vacations never go off without someone going off.” Death said as she put down two cards. “Gimme dos.”

“Damnit, Jet!” Letty said as she over shadowed Letty by climbing on top of them both and sliding Grave’s cock into her nice, freshly unwrapped vagina making her inhale deep between her teeth as he gave her a good length within her labia. The yellow pegasus mare was livid, as her ass was now feeling a traitorous vagina pat against it as she stole her claim.

“Ummm--mm--girls? We-we’re about to-- head-- to--”

“Shut up.” Both of them said as Jet squatted down and pushed it harder. She was reverse cowgirl style, gazing down at her very good friend who was entertaining the notion of killing her. She watched her so-called “friend” pump on him like a crankshaft at last of the year sales. The winged pony with white streaked hair smacked her ass against his pelvis and began to sweat, blushing hard. She whispered dirty things to him as she pummelled his cock into submission.

However, that was when the entire chair toppled over. Letty tackled Jet off of Grave Rush and the whole thing went down as Jet yipped and Grave made a very loud, oddly pitched sound from the back of his throat as they leaned all the way back and hit the floor.

Jet caught herself on her hands and knees as her bare and very wet pussy went into Grave’s face, smudging him a bit and making him blink. Letty didn’t waste any time in putting herself on the cock and start backing into it as his ass still sat on the now vertical seat, his back against the horizontal rest.

“Lettyyyyyy, I swear I’ll--nnnrrr!!” She started to strain as she got into Letty’s face, her very sensitive pussy was now being licked by an eager tongue. The harder the lovely mare rode his cock, the harder he grinded his tongue against the white lady’s cunt. “Once he stops jamming his--fucking amazing-- tongue in my pussy, I’m going to--kk--aaah!!” She suddenly met Letty in a sloppy, very messy kiss as their tongues lapped one another and their hands started caressing their manes and their bodies together. Letty felt his dick punch into her pussy like it owned the place and she stopped to enjoy the ride.

All of them locked into a hard coitus, and it wasn’t long before the two mares were sandwiched, Letty on Jet with her legs wrapped around the yellow pony’s waist. Grave was behind them, fucking their labias together. Every once in a while, he would slip into one of them. He started with the journalist. Her tits rubbed against Letty’s as they continued to make out. Only now she was moaning into her friend’s lips as Grave plunged into her depths.

“You’re paying more attention to her!” Letty whined as Jet sucked on her neck and the yellow pegasus grabbed Jet’s ass with both hands. “Fuck me--YES!” She got her wish as Grave shifted his cock over to her and started rutting without relent. He held onto Letty’s haunches, spreading her ass cheeks to get a better angle at her honey hole.

Letty wailed as she felt hot jizz fill uterus within just a second. Some leaked onto her labia as he pulled out of her and pushed ever so deep into Jet, making her squeal as more and more cum filled into her tunnel. The white pegasus shivered and her hands scrunched up to yellow tits and squeezed the tiniest bit of milk out of them.

“Heyyy~ She got most of the cu--” Letty was about to say, but then Jet pointed her finger into her cheek.

“Don’t push your luck, whore!” She whispered in a very truthful, threatening tone. That was when they both began to giggle and kiss on each other again.

“Did you get some good angles, Death?” She said up to the black maned earth pony, who at her request, began recording the three of them when Letty jumped onto Grave’s cock.

“Ain’t my first rodeo, girlfriend.” She zoomed in on some very creamed vaginas as both Letty and Jet show cased them on their backs on the floor. “Looking good, by the way.”

“Yeah, hi, Fable!” Letty waved to him and blew him a kiss, then started rubbing herself. Jet also waved, but then attached her mouth to Letty’s nipple to suckle it some. “I miss you! I’m having a whole lot of fun, and I hope you are too! I love you so much!” Letty giggled as she moaned and held Jet close.

“I’ll bring her back in pieces, I promise. Bis Bald.” She waved goodbye and Death Metal cut it.

“What does bis ba-” Letty was cut short as Jet kissed her ever so deeply on the lips and Letty didn’t argue. They lay there for a time and made out quite furiously. However, they were not the only ones in the room who were doing so.

It looked like Shrapnel and Night Moon were getting about four years of makeout sessions out of the way. It seemed like they were going this entire time between smoke sessions.

“Metagenic Discharge! Five minutes!” The woman who looked in on them, saw all of the very illegal, and very jailable offenses they were committing in this public facility that was financed through private means. She didn’t seem to give any of it a second glance as she shut the door.

All of them had about 5 million questions at that point. Where did the time go? Where did their pants go? Where were the body wipes? Holy shit, why are we running so late!? They began to panic and scramble. However, they had not been in this business for so long to get caught too far out of the know. They had been woken up from passing out with a three day music festival, only to perform the next day in Manehattan, their first out of town concert.

They got themselves clean. Gristle tossed Grave his makeup pen and, he just started arching black lines all over his face, then looked into a mirror, getting his ghost makeup to fill in the blanks with white skeleton-like grease. He looked crude enough, he got on the rest of his stuff, along with his microphone.

The only two who did not scurry were Moon and Shrap. They simply were not kissing at the moment, instead looking in each other’s eyes.

“I love you…” Shrapnel said and shivered some.

“Wait, what?” All things ceased, freezing in place as Grave turned his head at the two. They were sitting there as if they were conjoined at the hip, and her gasmask, that she loves so damn much, was on top of his head, a dark black with white chalk evil eyes and rigid teeth.

“I love you too.” He dipped her down onto the couch and their mouths came together in an eternal bond.

“Whoa whoa whoa! This is no time to start forming eternal bonds! We gotta go!!” Grave cut into the blissful, wondrous musical soundtrack playing in the background. Then he grabbed the gasmask and put it on her head, and wedged it between their snouts to put it over her face. Even through gas mask eyes, she looked absolutely gorgeous to him. All the way up until Grave pulled her ragdoll body up off of Night Moon and started to carry her like the first drunk mare at the party. If the crowd was big enough and there was drink enough, there was always one. “Gah! Come on, Shrap! We gotta get your chords!” She said, motioning over to the guitar, which Tremor picked up and strapped on along with his bass. Grave nodded his thanks.

She was so love struck, she couldn’t even feel when they got her out to the hallway, and all four of them barreled their way toward the stage. Shrapnel’s heads were finally out of the clouds as she heard the call to metal. The band before them still had two full songs to go. Which meant they had twenty minutes to do their checks.

Shrapnel kept her gasmask on as she ran through her normal spider licks. Her fingers tapped against the frets as her fingers worked the chords with abandoned complacency. As she did this, she couldn’t help but thinking about that soft, purplish blue fur against her neon blue. Neon Blue started gazing through her gasmask off into the distance as she suddenly began shredding licks without a single fuck given!

All eyes turned her as she cranked the dial up to 11 and her solo from Blasted Wasteslands began rocking through her amplifier as her heart sang through the dark, bass-ish chords her guitar was built with. The dark metal guitar could reach the higher pitches as well, but she was using it as it was ordained.

Even the band out on stage had to stop because her noise pollution was killing it! The other bands and assistants around them began gazing at the earth pony who began stomping her hoof to the drum beat as her psychedelic notes thrashed its death metal bonds into tremoring!

Tremor, the large, viking built pegasus even had an inquisitive look on his face. However, that was when he shrugged, and turned on the internal speaker in his bass. He began thrumming as he joined in mid-beat with his partner in crime.

Gristle and Grave’s expressions went from dumbfounded to total fucking A-class flabbergasted as they almost called out for Tremor to stop! They looked at each other, but then they found themselves starting to panic as their cue was coming up. They just panicked and darted for their respective instruments. Grave rushed and grabbed his own microphone as it was already plugged in, only hanging out right backstage, along with Gristles beat boxes.

The two of them began to bash their respective weapons of choice along with her.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK LET THE FUCKING WASTELANDS -- GET -- FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKED~!!!!” The curtains spread immediately as all immediate personnelle who were not vital to the scene began to clean off the stage around them.

The band before them was none other than Mega Xsang. The name was short for Megatronic Exsanguination: The process of draining a living creature of all of its blood, only it’s Megatronic, so they are also vaporized. They stood there, all five of them looking dumbfounded at Mutagenic Discharge. The lead singer, Kane, gritted his teeth. The unicorn had a red painted and glowing horn with magically enhanced, glowing red eyes. In that moment, the orange unicorn stallion could feel a rising anger at this disrespectful insolence!

Before he knew it, even his bandmates were moving out of the way, and assistants were moving their equipment out of the way as their stage was literally stolen from them! At first, he wasn’t going to take the low road, but then Kane trudged off stage, flipping them the double birds as he did.

It wasn’t a single minute before Kane was backstage, opening the director’s door with any force necessary and confronting not only the director but the three main editors.

“What in the FUCK! WAS! THAT!!!???”

Mutagenic Discharge was taking the crowd by storm. All of them began to scream and wail at them, applauding them for totally bitch slapping Xsang off the stage. Grave could even tell that they had some fans in the crowd, as he could see more than one lips singing along with him. It was, afterall their first album, but he didn’t know they had any fans in Canterlot.

From “The Blasted Wasteland” to their next song: Orgy in Radioactive Waste. It was not a song on their list, but Grave made sure Gristle tapped the beats for Orgy. The song did not have the literal lyrics of the title, but there were very highly suggestive lyrics along with the undertone of “Let’s go swimming.” From Gristle in the backup vocals.

From there, it was more of their latest album, “Amputate, Ingest, Regenerate.” Including such instant hits as Anthem To Autosarcophagy, Nothing City, and Shrap’s personal favorite, The Carving Ritual.

The were allowed to have two more songs than normal because of the sudden disappearance of the previous band. As their last chord was struck and Grave let out one last, gasping roar, he fell to the ground, his black and green highlighted hair draped, and matted all over the stage. The crowd went absolutely bugshit. Moshpits, crowd surfing, arrests, vomiting. All of it came to one pony from backstage.

Jet Stream was there, looking on at the crowd with a very watchful eye. She surveyed everything. As she was covering the whole concert for the most part, the pegasus had to make sure she got the details as they came to her. Professor Gonzo had his quirks about him, but his journalism doctorate was not just for show. He knew the hard hitting facts that the people needed to hear. They were laid about in front of her as time went still and her hand began to pull her very expensive, beautiful red quill from her side pack. It was in a case and she pulled it out. She admired it, and smiled.

It was a gift from a stallion that helped her when she needed it most. The red quill was very perpetually wet with ink. She pulled a very used and loved notepad from her pocket and began to do her work. Her watchful mind’s eye gazing forward, ever vigilant.

“Hearts throbbing harder than pistons in a all out derby. Faces red with overactive pressure. Public urination and topless mares a common sight. Everything about this place just screams at the top of its lungs and it does it along with the performers. The louder they scream, the more they kill their much needed brain cells. It’s worth it. Think of the age we live. Harder hitting topics couldn’t be more blatant to the oblivious.

Most of us did not live through those years where tidied t-shirts meant peace and flowers. We weren’t there when bread cost a nickel or schools could spank their students. That magic is long gone, never to be seen but always to be spoken of for generations. However, what we see is the youth of a new age. By and large, not perfect but look at them fight their logical cerebrums. They cut loose harder than any others and they are more than happy to wake up with a bruised cheek or a severely sprained ankle from a pratfall.

It goes to show what one can do when given the opportunity to put a microphone in their hand. The words don’t come out clear, the music will deafen all senses, and the good times are hard to ruin. Spoil this fun and you will see what happens when the generation today finally finds a common goal that they can fight for. A revolution against authority has been seen throughout the ages in every such gathering. The difference in generation is blurred for many instants in time. We may not have lived through the golden age of rock, but our golden ages were already begun when our hooves hit the pavement.

Be it crowd surfing, punching a stranger in a mosh pit, or getting your hands trampled for copping a feel; your night can be had. The Death Metal scene can be grim, and downright unseemly, but the silver lining is clear for those who would behold it. Good words go unnoticed a lot, so screaming it into the faces of those who will not listen may just be the start we need.”

Jet filled up three pages in the little notepad. With her quill firmly back in its case and in her pack, she met Grave Rush as he walked very slowly off stage, waving to the crowd and even doing the Dio Metal hands. As he walked off stage, all of their belongings were being packed up for them while the curtains closed.

“Wow! That was awesome!” Letty shouted as they came to them. The band met Letty, Jet and Death Metal just off stage, they all began hugging. Gristle and Death Metal hugged making Gristle blushed when she kissed him on the cheek, the expressionless frown still on her face as she let go and stood off to the side. He waved at her and she returned it, all the way up until she looked off to her left. Then her eyes went absolutely round and as they opened to their very capacity. Gristle saw her jaw practically hit the floor and this made him raise an eyebrow.

“Death?” Then he looked to where her eyes went, he wore a very similar expression at that point. There was Hellgate. That was Hellgate. He was the lead singer of Skullhoof. He was standing there, with his fire emblazoned guitar around his chest. That legendary metal axe was worth well over a million on the black market for anyone who dared to try for it. He stood off to the back with two assistants beside him with provisions for him.

Death was going to say something to Gristle or anyone else, but it wasn’t long before Grave caught on, and then the rest of them turned to see the rock legend of the early 2000’s. Skullhoof made their debut in Ponyville back in 2002, killing the scene with a brand new outlook on the genre. Within months, they had a fanbase all the way through Coltlanta, Ranchtown, Manehattan, and as they toured, they only got bigger. Now, they had six albums (five if you counted two of them as sequels in the same set) and there came Smoke Pit!

Smoke Pit, the Bassist, even Tremor gasped and put his hand over his mouth. If anyone cared to look at him, they would see that he was on the verge of bursting with at least one… maybe even two words. It was not long before the drummer, Light Hoof came up behind them. That beauty was an older woman now, late 30’s at this point. However, when the sky blue pegasus flew onto the scene, she was the tall, lanky beauty with a bit of a bod. Her boobs would always shake when she drummed and that was a big hit with the fans. Now, she had grown a bit more pudge after giving birth to three kids who were now in grade school.

Then, finally, the rhythm guitarist, Black Fade walked in. The black stallion with a white muzzle outline with speckles of white all through his ripped body. The older stallion bodybuilder not only became a rock star, but also a porn star in four whole publications of gay magazines. Five porn movie franchises and some sextoy products later, he was bringing dildos to concerts and every single girl fan that could muster the strength went to enormous lengths to get them as he threw them. Those were highly regulated after the fifth huge brawl of girls in their Steel Spike Tour 2011.

The entire band was there, waiting for their turn to take up the stage. Assistants, technicians, stagehands worked tirelessly to get the whole concert could see the death laser show of sinister red and purple smoke and mirrors.

That was when Neon Blue gasped, flipped her gasmask to the top of her head and put her hands over her muzzle and squealed! She flung her arms open and started running straight toward Skullhoof. All four of the band members snapped their eyes straight toward the neon blue earth pony whose blond mane went wild as she darted with the air passing through it. Their assistants, who were also body guards stood out in front of them, one red and one green, both with sunglasses and combat training.

“Shrapnel!” Grave shouted, and then she jumped! Her entire body seemed to go in slow motion as she flipped upside down in the air. Her entire body careened forward, her black and blue mane brushed lightly against Hellgate’s face as her gasmask fell from her head and into his hands, making him blink with his eyes widening. She flew straight past them without wings, whirling twice in mid air and flipped around to her hooves as they hit the backstage concrete floor, directly in front of Night Moon.

“Moon!” She swooned as they met in an embrace.

“Blue!” He said as their lips met and their kiss pressed their lips together, attaching them to one another. Their hands caressed one another’s bodies. Her hands explored his very flat midsection, up to his chest. Then she reached around to his back, feeling his lovely wing feathers. He cringed a little bit at the very slightly intense sensation of her caressing his back appendages. Neon Blue attached her mouth to his neck and she couldn’t help but feel a wonderful roll of bits outlined in his pants.

“I can’t wait anymore.” She whispered to him and her hand went down to his very lively prick, taking hold of it outside of his pants. “I need you now.” She wasted no time in unveiling his huge dick to everyone who would look. She took hold of his balls and took to her knees immediately, giving him a nice sucking, complete with a tongue lashing. He cringed at this and put a hand on the back of her head.

“Oh! Hey, I’m sorry about that, I really am.” Grave said as he approached Skullhoof, but their assistants began to stand in his way, their arms crossed.

“Hey, back up, give me space guys.” The neon orange pegasus said as he came out from between the two of them. Hellgate grinned as he looked at the gray earth pony and he chuckled. “Dude, I don’t know what kind of ragtag outfit you’re running here, but I’m suddenly reminded of my youth.”

As he said this, all of them looked back as they heard Shrapnel moaning out loud. Both of them had taken to the floor now, doggystyle. Night Moon pumped her full of his long, dark blue cock from behind. Then Hellgate became acutely aware that his bandmate, Black Fade, was getting a blowjob from a random female assistant who looked more than happy to do so.

“Dude, the fuck are you doing?” Hell asked him, and Black looked back at the singer.

“What the hell do you think? I can’t watch something like this and go out on stage with a boner! That’s not until the third song!” He said and Hell shook his head, waving him off.

“Whatever, anyway. It was Grave Rush, right?” He chuckled and held up his fist to him. They fist bumped one another and Hellgate shook his head. “You got some crazy fucking bandmates, bro. I heard Kane was fucking PISSED!”

“Wait, what?” Grave asked, then he was reminded that he did, in fact, interrupt someone else’s song list before they took the stage away. “Oooohh shit, that was Xsang, wasn’t it?”

“Yup, I heard Kane took every single bit of his ticket and merch sales and he hauled ass out of here. If I were you, I would be a little more wary of your ass, you catch my drift? If there’s anything I’ve learned in this business, it’s get your money up front, and do not even think a pissed off metal head will forget or forgive that kind of shit. The guy is an asshole, so I don’t care, honestly.”

“You think he’ll make a move?” Grave asked him, thinking about that demon-like unicorn on stage glaring at them with those red glowing eyes.

“It’s hard to say, bro. Kane’s got a temper, for sure. He hit the scene a few years back and people liked his stuff. Guy can only score skanks, though, so Light Hoof’s a dead ringer.”

“Get fukt Dingle Bell.” She said as the slightly heavy set mare approached Gristle. “Sup, kid?”

“Ooohh, hey, you’re the ummm, drummer, right?” He said as she loomed over him by a few inches. Her sizeable, natural tits sagging in her black spaghetti straps.

“Yeah, bro. You the drummer for your band?” She asked as she took one small step toward him, now looming her tits very close to his chin. He suddenly found that his mouth was too dry to speak, he could feel his breath hot off of her chest. This was especially apparent went her green furred tits and dark green nipples were exposed in front of him, making him blush uncontrollably. “Cool, sign my tits.” She handed him a marker she had on her for some reason.

He wasn’t sure what he scribbled onto her, but her was certain he was more or less just trying to take up more space on them so that she’d leave them out longer.

“Anyway! We got the stage, let’s go. Zip it up, Black.” He said as he started off. “Take it easy, kid.” He glanced a smirk at his fellow metal singer as he passed him by. Grave was star struck to the point of numbness. Not only did he just meet one of his idles, but now he made such a scene as to be remembered by the likes of the premiere metal band of the last two decades.

“Oh, yeah! Cum inside me!! Breed me!!” Shrapnel cried out as a small group of onlookers watched with recording devices.

“Tremor! Run interference!” Grave shouted, and instantly all three cell phones were snatched from them by the very large pegasus who towered over all three young stallions who almost protested. However, that was when he crushed all of them with his bare hand and growled.

As they backed away, Grave came up to Night Moon and slapped him in the back of the head as his spunk spurted deep into the moaning mare.

“Damnit, Night Moon! What the hell.” He shouted and was met with a meek, blushing face of the pegasus.

“I uhhh… love her?” He said, and there came a gasp from the mare who was still on all fours with a bare ass.

“You do!?” She gasped again as he nodded to her.

“I give up. We’re leaving!” Grave said, and started walking with everyone toward their room in the back. That was when he felt an arm wrap around his as they walked. He turned to a smiling Jet. She gave him a kiss on the lips and he was met with some of the biggest bedroom eyes he’d seen in a while.

“I had a good time.” She gave his cheek a tiny lick and giggle as he laughed a little bit.

Behind them, Death Metal and Gristle walked together, joined shortly by the two blue lovebirds. It wasn’t long before they were packed up and heading out toward the van while Skullhoof took on their last song. All of them who had seen Skullhoof were cool with not seeing them this time and those who did not were okay with heading on out.

“Man,” Gristle said as they walked toward the van with their equipment in arms. “Sure is a weird job when you not only fuck your fans, your co-workers, your boss and your coporate sponsors, but now we’re fucking entire bands out of the stage. Pretty fucked up.” Gristle said as he pulled the back hatch open.

“Metal, am I right?” Tremor said as he handed Gristle the amp chord.

“I know, right?” He chuckled.

“Mommy!” The baby said the only word he knew as Quick Bullet walked into the door, holding her luggage on a roller and in her gym bag.

“Baby!” She spied Ember Wing in the middle of the living room. He was playing with his multiple colored blocks scattered across the carpet.

“Well there she is.” Voltage said as she dabbed a towel over her hands in the kitchen. “I just got the dishes done.”

“Isn’t Fable home? Didn’t he stay?” Letty asked as she put her luggage off to the side. The baby screamed a bit as she held out her hands in an excited fashion and leaned down to pick him up.

“Yeah, but he’s in the backyard, mowing.” As soon as Voltage said this, there was a door opening in the back of the kitchen. “Or, he’s right here.”

“Letty?” He called in, already they could smell the very strange stench of freshly cut grass. He would obviously be in his white tank top with his headphones in, listening to his loud music that he could hear over the engine. “Hey, babe!”

“Well, hello there, my little honey bunny.” Letty put on her prissy voice and her prissy walk as she approached him. Just like she thought, he was filthy and his man musk was hot against his skin and fur. Sweat gleamed off every surface of his amazingly toned muscles.

“Honey bunny.” Voltage chuckled, drawing a look from him. “You done back there?”

“Yeah, that was the last grass bag.” He pointed out back. Then he wiped the grass off his hands with a paper towel and running water from the sink.

“Good! Then why are you washing your hands? Little Wings needs to get to his nap, and we need to shower.” She pushed him toward the master bedroom, which had the master bathroom.

“Wait, we need to shower?” He said as Letty began to walk toward Ember’s room. She glanced a wink at Fable.

Within five minutes, he was being washed all over by two naked mares in their ten by ten shower. Both of them worked their hands with soap all over him as they pressed their bodies against his torso, making him blush a little.

“Yes,” Voltage said with a chuckle. “We do.”