From The Cradle To The Grave

Fueled by an aggressive thirst, Death scowled at Shrapnel and pushed their mouths together to engage in a frenzied tongue kiss. She grasped the taller earth pony’s shirt and pulled at it while the other hand clawed at the back of her head. The exchange of fluids was paired with moaning and gasping, and they even reached so deep that a couple of slurps escaped. Death then pulled at the back of Shrapnel’s mane, and her head cocked backwards, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The white mare licked her cheek and sucked on her tongue.

Shrapnel struck back when she slapped Death Metal’s hip and grabbed hold of her thigh firmly, dragging her further underneath her. Death hissed and threw her head back, leaving an opening that Shrapnel took to give her neck a wet lick. The short earth pony dug her black nails into Shrapnel’s back and pushed her whole body against hers, wrapping her legs around her hips to push their crotches together. The amount of heat coming from the two entangled mares was scorching, and the temperature in that small backstage room was quickly starting to rise.

Grave watched from his seat with absolute focus, biting his thumb and with a growing chub in his jeans. He was oblivious to his leg bouncing up and down as he observed this incredible spectacle unfolding from the sidelines.

The blue mare on top scooted a little lower, then kissed Death’s toned abs up and down before lifting her shirt, revealing her black bra underneath. She buried her face between her tits, and Death gave a harsh cry, her body thrashing as her voluptuous breasts were licked all over. She grabbed the edges of her shirt and took it off, then did the same for Shrapnel. Her chest was only slightly smaller than Death’s and contained by a purple lace bra, and she had a piercing in her bellybutton. Death reached out and squeezed her boob, making her moan and reach behind her back to undo their constraints.

Once Shrapnel’s tits came in full view, Death tackled her and pushed her on her back, her mouth immediately attacking her light blue nipple. Belts were unbuckled and clothes were removed until their bare tits were squashed together as they made out in their lustful rage. Shrapnel grabbed Death’s ass and squeezed, making the young mare groan against her tongue. She hooked her fingers around Shrapnel’s panties and pulled them down, the fabric sticking to her very wet snatch. The juice trail sparkled in the light and she spread her legs wider, giving Death room to dive down and feast on the blue mare’s dripping cunt.

The heat was now really rising to Grave’s face. He watched in silence, entranced while his member throbbed in his pants. Despite what the clichés may claim, this kind of thing had never happened before. This was the first time he had even seen Shrapnel naked, let alone get dirty with another girl. He watched her body wriggle, her hands reaching for her own tits and her toes curl, and listened to her passionate moans while Death Metal’s tongue went to town on her labia and lapped up her honey.

“Ooooh, fuck yeah, Death~” she panted. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Death reeled back and spat on her pussy, rubbing and tapping it before shoving her fingers up her hole. She didn’t answer, instead she just slobbered all over Shrapnel’s stomach while she finger fucked her, making her pour onto the sofa. Her fingertips jabbed at her G-spot, making her entire body lurch up. Continuing just like that, it didn’t take long for Shrapnel to cum, making her cry out hoarsely in pleasure. Her quivering pussy ejected a small amount of warm viscous liquid that splattered over Death’s hand. She pulled her fingers out and forced them down Shrapnel’s mouth, which she accepted by gleefully licking them clean.

Still gasping for air, the blue earth pony leaned forward and met Death Metal to suck her face. Their tongues wrapped together until the drool dripped down their chins, and she snuck her hand down Death’s black panties. She rubbed her wet slit, getting her warm sex juice all over her fingers. Impatient to strip the sexy white earth pony butt naked, she pulled them down from the front. She pushed her back and looked between her legs, and she began to drool a little.

The fact that Grave had been watching them closely was not lost on her, even though she was really getting into it. Shrapnel turned her head to him and gave a mischievous, suggestive smile. “Are you just gonna sit there and watch the whole thing, Rav?” He was a little bit surprised hearing this, so his eyebrows raised and he stopped biting his thumb, taking a shaky drag from his cigarette.

“Well, you girls look like you’re having fun, and you’re putting up a good show. Wouldn’t wanna come in between that.”

Both of them were looking at him now, practically steaming, and that put him on edge even more. ”Don’t get all coy now,” she snickered, then locked eyes with his crotch. “Here, look at this!” She got beside Death Metal and turned her on the couch to face him, spreading her legs wide. Rav’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, gawking at that cute little pussy on full display, all slick with excitement and dribbling with desire. “Is the zombie a little hungry~?” she hinted.

Her outer labia had such an alluring shape, with just her excited clit poking through. Shrapnel spread one side with her fingers, revealing more of the marvelous pink flesh inside. It looked so good his mouth began to water to the point of having to gulp hard. He expected Death to be looking away in embarrassment, but she was looking right at him, eyebrows furrowed to a scowl and her mouth open, panting. Her big breasts heaved along with her chest. Shrapnel beckoned him with her finger right above Death’s succulent honey pot.

“You’re the only one in the room with a dick, so stop sitting on your ass and come help out.”

He looked back at Death, gauging from her if this was an okay thing to do. She didn’t protest, but she did have a very deep blush on her face. Mixed with that scowl and that stare she was giving him, it made her so tantalising. “Well,” he shrugged and rose from his chair, “If I have to.”

He approached them, stumbling slightly from the alcohol in his brain. Their eyes followed him as he got down on the ground, placing his hands on Death’s inner thighs. Without any more of a fuss, he put his mouth on her private parts and began to lick. Death let out a moan when his whole tongue pushed against her cooch and drove her lips apart.

“There we go,” Shrapnel said while ruffling his mane. “I always knew you were a pussy lover.”

“Well, I always did prefer cats,” he said as he snacked on Death’s lady bits, flicking his tongue against her clit. Everything from her scent to her softness, from her taste to the way her pussy fluttered was intoxicating. He ate her out with great care, giving every square inch the attention it needed.

Death looked down at him between her legs, his lower face hidden behind her mound. She panted heavily as their eyes met. That strange feeling started to come back, that sense of familiarity that she didn’t know what to do with. She told herself it was just déjà vu, but that would have been the third or so time of the night. She brushed it off to focus on the sensation of his tongue and lips playing with her vag, a feeling that made her want to clench her legs around his head and hump his face to oblivion. She gritted her teeth and hissed, grabbing his head and pulling him harder against her sopping cunt. Just like that, he pushed into her and lifted her legs up, penetrating her with his mouth muscle and slurping her up like a soda on a thirsty summer day.

“Fuck...” she growled through her clenched jaw. “Deeper!”

Shrapnel was loving this. She bit her lower lip as she watched her band member go down on the raven haired mare. She was pooling like a leaking dam again, and she couldn’t help but touch herself at the sight. While he was busy, she climbed off the couch and kneeled behind Grave, reaching around to grab that bulge in his pants. His eyes went wide in surprise and his body shocked for a moment, looking down and back in quick succession. “Don’t mind me, Rav. Keep going,” she purred as she leaned onto his back. Before he knew it, she had undone his pants and reached inside.

She couldn’t see it, but she sure felt it. That rock hard piece of meat that she felt pulsing with blood when closing her fingers around it. She took it with both hands, one clenched around the base and the other massaging the tip. She licked her lips when she felt the warm pre cum pour on her digits, and she smeared it all over the head to get it nice and lubed up. Grave stifled a moan with a face full of poon and his eyes clenched when she began to jerk off his entire length.

All the oral sex eventually caused Death Metal’s voice to rise in volume and pitch, and her body began to squirm. Then her legs trembled and she let out a long, strained moan as she reached orgasm. Her very tight vagina squeezed even tighter around Rav’s tongue and she came into his mouth. Her face was flushed, and her eyes opened wide at the intensity of it. Grave pulled back with Death’s cum dripping from his chin, and his teeth gritted. Behind him, Shrapnel had him in a tight embrace and was wanking him off faster and faster.

“You had this big toy all along? Not bad for such a shorty~” she whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine that jolted his cock in her hands. “So fucking eager, too. Get up and show it to her.”

When he rose to his feet, Death saw it. That long, dark grey shaft with its bloated head and veins running all along it. It stood full mast as Shrapnel jerked the head with a loose hand, and it was all glistening with his sticky precum. It wasn’t the biggest thing she’d ever seen, but it certainly didn’t fail in whetting her appetite. While Death was staring at it in silent appreciation, the other mare stroked up and squeezed his tip with her thumb and forefinger, forcing the muscles in his body to tighten and making him give a sudden moan. The way they were positioned now, with him standing over Death between her open legs, it looked like Shrapnel was jacking him off over her. That was, until she helped him out of his shirt and sat down on the couch, his prick still in her hands. Without any pause, she shoved it into her mouth.

Grave’s complexion grew a deeper red and his eyes widened in surprise as his long time friend suddenly began to gorge on his cock with great gusto. She even hummed and moaned in delight as her lips took him deeper and she proceeded to stroke him. With all the alcohol sedating his brain, he just breathed deeply and closed his eyes. His head spun a little and his consciousness wandered, but the sensation on his pleasure center was so incredible like this. Grave’s hand rested on Shrapnel’s shoulder, and her slippery tongue played around with his glans, slurping and sucking him to paradise.

Suddenly, he felt Death come in, her hands grasping his sides, startling him a little. When he opened his eyes, he saw her leaning in and licking his abdomen. She ran her tongue in circles along his upper body, nibbling, kissing, even chomping at him, from his pelvis to just below his chest. Grave felt her teeth on his skin, sometimes harshly even, but it didn’t matter because it was all equally pleasurable. Deeply ecstatic, he gazed at her and put his other hand on the hungry mare’s lower back. If it was possible for him to get even harder, he would’ve unhinged Shrapnel’s jaw at this point, because she was still going down on him without stopping.

This whole situation was turning into one hell of a wet dream, because now he had a mare working on either side of his shaft. They were almost in synch with how they went up and down with their lips and tongues, making out with his cock between them. Death separated from Shrapnel and delicately kissed the tip, first in the center, then moving to the edges. She closed her eyes halfway when she danced her tongue around his erogenous glans, and then her soft lips closed around it while she ran her fingertips over the shaft. She looked up at him, a deep shade of red on her beautiful face as her oral cavity welcomed him deep inside. Meanwhile, Shrapnel moved down, never relinquishing contact until she reached his scrotum. She closed her mouth around one of his balls and suckled it.

The complete absence of a gag reflex allowed Death Metal to slide his cock into her gullet past his medial ring. The penetration of her warm throat pussy sent a rush through Grave’s body and his grip on her tightened. “Wow, holy fuck!” he gasped when her head bobbed back and forth and she fucked him with her face. He had never been deepthroated before, and this sudden revelation of skill left him more amazed than anything. “Death Metal, that’s incredible!”

Shrapnel looked up and saw the fantastic display of this small mare swallowing Rav’s member whole like a champion. What was more, her eyes fixed on the moving bulge in her throat, and her heart began to pound. She got down underneath the two and nipped at the protrusion, putting her lips around Death’s throat and licking it. She felt Grave’s hard on thrust in and out of her esophagus and attempted to fellate him through the flesh of her neck.

Death Metal gasped deeply for air when she pulled her head back and removed him from her mouth, leaving a thick trail of saliva and a dripping wet dick in her wake. Her head cocked down and she went mouth to mouth with Shrapnel. They made out sloppily, embracing one another while tugging on Grave’s well lubed horse cock.

“So hot,” Shrapnel said. “I wanna see you two fuck!”

Shrapnel moved aside a little to make room. When Death got down on her back, she established eye contact with the dark shaded stallion. Her legs were open and her pussy was tingling for attention, but deep inside of her, there was a small spark of apprehension. He approached her slowly, putting his hands on her hips to pull her in, and she got something of a worried look on her face, looking at his penis and back up at him. Her breathing grew immensely laboured, seeing that thing pointed at her opening, poised to slip inside. Right as his glans rested and pushed against her labia, her heart began to pound and her eyes went wide. She couldn’t stay silent anymore.

She was going to tell him to stop, reach out to him and ask him to wait a few moments, but she didn’t have to. Before she could say anything, and her hand was halfway to his chest, he halted. She looked up to him, and he had a similar look on his face, as if some realisation hit him, but he couldn’t exactly figure out what he realised. They remained frozen like that for what felt like forever, silently staring into each others eyes. Puzzled, Shrapnel sat by, looking back and forth between the two.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, but her question remained largely unanswered.

“I feel like…” Death said softly after several more moments of silence, still staring at him, “...I’ve known you for a long time…”

At this, Grave blinked a few times and his mouth opened ever so slightly. Shrapnel didn’t know what was going on, but the silence felt so poignant she didn’t dare to throw another word in there. Eventually, Death Metal shook her head at the absurdity of her esoteric statement and cast her gaze down to the side, blushing. “N-nevermind…”

Grave leaned in, placing his hand on Death Metal’s warm cheek, gently turning her head to face him again, and their gazes once again locked. In any other case, this kind of touch would have made her scowl, and she would have told him to keep his hands to himself, but not this time. She let it happen, didn’t even flinch, even when he brushed his fingers down her cheek to her jaw. Her face relaxed, an expression of deep serenity far removed from her usual resting bitch face. Then his mouth slowly curved to a smile.

“I think I know what you mean…”

Death Metal’s eyes grew bigger, her lips coming apart so delicately in absolute wonder. She took him by the wrist before he could take it away, then slid her hand into his, and their fingers interlocked. They shared a moment that was so strange and abstruse. It all made sense, but at the same time it didn’t at all.

All doubt evaporated, and they both moved into each other. With very little effort, Grave began to fill her, and Death enveloped him. Like synergy, they both moaned at the sensation of one another. There was no cringing, no uncomfortable feelings, they fit each other perfectly. She was snug around him, and he stretched her just enough not to cause any pain, only pleasure. Carefully, he began to smoothly thrust in and out of her. Lubricated by her warm love fluids, it made the most incredible sound and brought the most erotic pleasure, especially once her hips started to rock along with his motions. Just like that, they were whisked away to a world of passion and bliss, him cradling her by the hips and her legs wrapping around him.

Questions piled up in Shrapnel’s head, but she didn’t say a word. She just marveled at the sight of those two getting it on together. This was not a normal straightforward fuck, that much was for sure. Neither of them were dominant or submissive. It wasn’t romantic love making persay, more like they were using sex as a bonding opportunity. It was kind of sweet, and that’s why she couldn’t look away and didn’t try to interfere.

Their pace gradually picked up. Death Metal had her eyes closed, and cute moans escaped her lips repeatedly. Halfway in, she put her hands on his shoulders, and then her arms went around his neck. He lifted her up from the couch and pressed their lower bodies closer together. He went so very deep inside her, he groaned at the tight squeeze her walls were providing, and he felt the heat rise from deep inside his body, as well as hers. He knew that it was okay to start screwing her harder, but by the pressing sensation in his groin, he probably wasn’t gonna last all that much longer at this rate.

As their throbbing hearts beat, Grave looked into those emerald green eyes staring back at him. He wanted to say something profound, something appropriate to express himself, but words came short. There was no need for any of them. Death Metal rested her head into his neck and nuzzled close. The small pony straddled him, moaning and gasping from her approaching climax, and she said the only thing that was needed. It was a soft whimper; one simple syllable that brought a warmth deep within his restless chest.

“Rav~”

He was the first to reach orgasm, but Death quickly followed when she felt his hot substance release deep inside her, and he wheezed and moaned close to her ear. There was so much of it, and it flowed into her lower belly with powerful gushes and filled her with an incredible warmth. She bit her lip and clutched him tighter. As she came alongside him, their bodies trembled against each other. She let out one more cry, and his arms wrapped around her hips tightly before they gradually came down. His head rested on her shoulder and hers nestled onto his. Grave could feel her warm breath on his neck, and he could feel the beating of her heart against his chest. In that moment he knew; this was what getting intimate with someone was all about.

They stayed in this silent embrace for nearly a full minute, breathing deeply with their long, straight hair sticking to one another. They broke away, and he carefully laid her back down on the couch and pulled out of her. Grave smiled and chuckled after a few moments, and Death gave him a small, content smile back.

“Well well, I should’ve known~”

All heads jerked toward the entrance to see the pink earth pony with the red hair standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and smirking. Grave’s heart nearly ejected from his throat and he instantly shot up straight. He looked down and tried to cover his junk with his hands. This was not quite as simple, since his dick hadn’t gone down much yet. It probably would’ve been better to put it back into his pants. Pearl giggled and walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

“I already saw it,” she said. He gave a nervous titter and looked at Shrapnel, who was butt naked with a busted smile on her face. Pearl looked over at Death Metal and the white goop draining from between her legs, and she stopped right in front of Grave, putting her hands on her hips. “You were fucking my future wife! What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Ehm… Sorry?”

Death didn’t say anything, but she rolled her eyes and shook her head. Shrapnel got up from the sofa and stood next to Grave when Pearl approached and got on top of her girlfriend. Her ass was barely covered by the short red dress she wore.

“Hi honey, did you have a good time?” she smiled.

“Do you even have to ask?” Death retorted, and locked her arms around her, going for a deep and passionate kiss that just kept going and going. Something about Pearl’s scent and the familiar feel of her body fueled her fire even further. It drove her to the point of wanting to eat her. With how their tongues were going at it, and how they were wrestling with each other, Pearl’s lust rose to high levels very quickly. Death’s hands traveled to her ass and pulled up her skirt, showing the hot pink thong that disappeared between her ass cheeks. She was already showing signs of arousal; a small, wet spot on her undies.

Shrapnel and Grave stood and watched as the pink earth pony, who just barged in a few minutes ago, was already getting involved with the activities. Death was not taking it slow with her, smacking her ass and pulling her thong down, while Pearl wiggled her rump in response and nommed on Death’s nips. The young metalhead really got the show started when her fingers pulled Pearl’s labia apart, opening up her moist, fleshy entrance, the glistening pink walls contracting and secreting thick pussy lube. Pearl moaned at the sudden breeze on her internals, and she looked back at the other two who were staring right inside her. She took note of Grave’s phallus standing at full attention and she bit her lip playfully.

Shrapnel raised her eyebrow and smirked, turning to Grave and nudging his side with her elbow. “She’s looking at you, kid!” The black and green haired stallion looked at her, then down at his hard on, then back to Pearl’s gaping pussy.

“Grave,” Death said, licking her lover’s neck and pushing two fingers inside to make sure she was wet enough. “Come here and fuck her!”

“Whoa, wait a second!” Pearl said, turning back to Death. “I just got here and you’re already presenting me to your new friends? What kind of hussy do you take me fo-OH!” Her quips were interrupted when she felt Grave’s hands pull her in by the thighs and the entirety of his shaft slid up her tunnel. Her body arched up at the sensation of her socket getting stuffed with meat, and her tail flicked to the side. “Ooooh! Fuck yeah!” she exclaimed, looking back over her shoulder with a bit of drool hanging from her lips.

“You were saying, hussy?” Death said as she latched onto Pearls lips and fucked her mouth with her tongue. While the lovely couple was making out, Grave let the pink pony have it by rapidly pistoning in and out of her exquisite honey pot. He displaced her squishy walls and they slipped all over his swollen head, embracing his length with an onslaught of warmth and moisture all over again. He made her body shock with every thrust and her mouth break out in moans. Sweat started to run down her ass and she ground her body down on Death’s, who pulled the straps of her dress down over her shoulders and jerked it down, letting her big tits out to play.

There was nothing like being this close to the one she loved, pushing their naked, sweaty bodies together and letting their lust run its course. Having a cock up her pussy on top of it all added a whole new layer that made Pearl melt and break out in hives. She straddled Death, pressing their tits tightly together and cuddling up to her while Grave’s hard prick plowed her into orgasmic bliss. Once his hard fucking and all the grasping and caressing pushed her to that moment, she moaned loudly and came all over the stallion’s thighs and balls in a few small and rhythmic bursts.

Much to her surprise, Grave suddenly pulled out of her, letting her spill down on Death’s crotch. Before she could figure out what he was doing, she felt his tongue against her fucked open cunt, worming its way inside and lapping up the freshly squeezed juice from her lips. He then switched to Death Metal, suckling on her twitching little clit for a while, then back up to give Pearl’s cherry a good wet lick. He worked double time to eat both pussies at once, and such tenacity was well received because the girls rolled their hips and whined in response.

When Pearl looked up at the movement in her peripheral vision, she saw Shrapnel perched on top of the backrest of the couch, leaning against the wall with her legs spread, not wanting to be left out. The blue mare with the neon blue and black mane and the lip piercing grinned down at her, rubbing her juicy lesbo bait a mere inch from her face. “Hi Pearl. I’ve heard so much about you,” she said with her usual lazy, laid back inflection. “Were you the one who taught your girlfriend to eat pussy so well?”

Pearl’s scarlet eyes grinned back at her and without so much as another word, she pushed her muzzle into her groin, slobbering all over Shrapnel’s cute little gash. She applied suction to the groaning mare’s button and tongue kissed her twitchy labia. Meanwhile, Death pushed Pearl’s hips down to firmly lodge Grave’s rod between their pussies. This was his idea to pleasure everyone at the same time without having to switch holes, and it worked incredibly well. He constantly rubbed against Death and Pearl’s clits, and he felt the softness of their pussy lips to great extent with them being pushed this close to each other. They formed a self lubing sex toy for him, one that would make him cum rather quickly if he wasn’t careful.

However, someone had a different idea. At the bottom of the pile, Death sucked on Pearl’s boobs, then looked down at Grave’s bulging knob going in and out of the gap between their mounds. The friction from this heavy grinding and the thought of that thing exploding with cum any moment now drove her up the wall. She wanted more. Her eyebrows downturned and her mouth clamped shut, and she put her hand on the tip, following it back outside. She then pushed it down and angled him to penetrate her, getting that full feeling she was looking for. Now it was time for him to fuck her like a beast. He delivered powerful jabs into her narrow depths, and it turned her into a yipping puddle that was about ready to run over.

“Hey, what the fuck!? You greedy bitch!” Pearl snarled down at her. The raven haired mare didn’t respond. She was far too busy focusing on this incoming climax, one that she just needed every inch of him inside her for. Several sweat drops ran down her face and her ears went flat on her head. Pearl didn’t get much time to complain, because Shrapnel redirected her face right back to her mewling box.

“Keep going, princess. I’m about to cum~” She bit her lip and her pupils turned to hearts while Pearl continued to devour her cunt. “Ohhhh, yeah… Just like that~”

Death pushed and squeezed her boob upward and she cried out loud when the constant rutting up her tube finally made her cum. Her back arched and her toes spread wide, and her quivering sheath squeezed and relaxed around his sword, splashing his lap with her sex juices. Grave let his head slump down, his long hair covering most of his face, and stopped moving to give himself some time to breathe. He was getting so close to busting his nut and if it took any longer, he would’ve fired inside Death Metal again. He slowly pulled out of her dripping orifice and rested his length on her groin. Death placed her hand on it and pushed it down to squeeze the last ripples of pleasure out. He then looked at Pearl, who had her tongue lodged up Shrapnels twat. The blue mare rubbed her clit with three fingers and she looked about ready to pop too.

She gasped and moaned like a porn star when she began to overflow, putting her hand over her crotch only to have the fluids burst out from between her fingers. Pearl opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch her reward. When her hand moved up, a quick but powerful burst hit the pink pony right in the face, after which her body began to vibrate and she patted her aching pussy. She never thought she’d ever give THE Pearl Necklace a facial, but she was happy that she got the opportunity.

With Shrapnel’s hot sex dripping from her muzzle, Pearl put one foot on the couch and spread her needy cavity open with one hand while looking back over her shoulder. She licked her lips and wiggled her ass side to side. “My turn again!” An obvious invitation, so Rav approached her and stuffed her with his love muscle. Pearl Necklace howled in beautiful agony as the grey bodied vocalist took her doggy style without mercy. He grabbed her ass and she pushed back against him.

“Hahhh~ So good! Fuck me, you long haired savage!” she spat. “Fuck me with your meat until you shoot your big, sticky load all over me!”

His hips slapped hard against her asscheeks, making them bounce and shudder as he pounded her relentlessly. He even leaned over her and reached around for her big natural juggs, grabbing firmly and squeezing them together. This only added to her euphoria, and it was piling up so fast. Before long, she orgasmed all over his package, and he in turn splashed her insides with a fresh new coat of creamy sperm. Pearl couldn’t contain her elation at the feeling of it, the sensation of her cervix getting blasted with hot cum, but after the first two bursts, he suddenly pulled out of her. The next big spurt hit Pearl’s belly and her tits, and that was when Death grabbed his head and began to wank it, sending the next one her way. Not one, but two big, juicy wads hit her across the face from a distance, painting white lines over her tits and stomach until he gushed, then finally dribbled. There was a sizeable pool of jizz on Death Metal’s body that began to spread out and run down her sides. Still squeezing the tip of his cock, she milked the last few drops out, feeling the thing twitch in her grip.

“Oh wow, Rav! That’s a lot!” Shrapnel said, still lightly massaging her pussy. “The more mares you get, the more cum you make, huh?”

“Hehehe…” Grave chuckled, then winced, because now Pearl was rubbing his sensitive glans as well. Even he was amazed how much came out of him. “Phew… It’s… Hnnn~ It’s hard work taking care of… Hah jeez- two at the same time!”

“Mhmm, only one dick after all,” she laughed.

Pearl plopped down on Death Metal, squashing the puddle of sperm and smearing it all over them. She looked down at her lover, who had thick strings of cum across her muzzle and forehead that were beginning to run out. “That looks good on you,” she purred. “Really hot~”

Death didn’t give much of a response, just a small twitch of her eyebrow and a very tiny sneer, but then Pearl began to lick and slurp Grave’s foal batter from her face, making her groan a little in surprise. She scooted down and collected some from her tits as well until she had a good mouthful stored up, then held the white pony’s mouth open with her fingers and fed it to her. Death cringed a little at the bitter taste, but then she swirled the load around with her tongue and infused it with her drool. She grabbed Pearl by the face and did the same to her, though instead of simply letting it fall, she violently spat the mixture back into her mouth. This caused Pearl to nearly choke on it, and she countered by spitting the jizz loogie right back in her face. Death flinched and growled, holding one eye shut, but Pearl was quick to voraciously lick the mess off her face. Once it was all in one place again, they passionately french kissed with it, passing the lewd concoction back and forth.

Grave and Shrapnel stared in amazement, eyes big and heads tilted. “Dude, that’s lewd~” she said, and he nodded in agreement.

The time was now almost 5 in the morning, and the four earth ponies were cleaned up and dressed. It had been quite an adventure, but it was getting very late.

“Okay, so, before we go, I still have some business to go over with you,” Pearl said, making sure her dress was on straight. All three looked at her a little puzzled. “Death? I take it you enjoyed their performance? Their concert, I mean.”

Death looked at her and nodded. She had no idea where she was going with this, but that was about to become very clear.

“Great! Well then, we may have found an act for you!” Before Death could ask what the fuck she was going on about, Pearl turned to Grave and Shrapnel and smiled. “Do you guys do weddings?”

At that question, she got three perplexed stares back. They thought she was joking at first, but she was still smiling and waiting for an answer. “W-what?” Shrapnel stammered.

“Well, we’re getting married, you know that, right? I’m looking for entertainment acts to perform at the wedding reception, and since you have a band, and you’re already good friends with Death Metal…”

Grave and Shrapnel looked at eachother, then turned back to her. “Are you sure about that? You do know what kind of music we play, right?” Grave asked.

“It’s loud, it’s violent, it’s disturbing, your singing sounds more like belching, yeah, I’ve done my research,” Pearl said. “But this is gonna be Death Metal’s big day too. Can’t exactly show up with a jazz band for her, can I?

“I guess not, but I don’t know if we’re appropriate for--” Grave was interrupted when Pearl raised her hand and softly shook her head.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass how inappropriate your music is for a wedding. I wanna secure an act for her that she likes, something that works for her and makes her happy. As long as you’re good at what you do, it’s all fine by me. Of course, you won’t go uncompensated for your performance.”

Death didn’t know what to say. Pearl was planning this all along, no doubt, she knew her well enough to know that. But the lengths that mare would go to just for her still astounded her. If she was a more sappy natured pony, she would’ve hugged her right there and then. Instead, her mouth curved to a small, genuine smile.

“It would be good publicity,” Shrapnel said to Grave. “A brutal death metal band playing at a wedding, and such a high profile one at that. I wonder if that’s ever happened before. It’ll turn some heads for sure.”

“Hmm, true,” Grave nodded, then turned back to Pearl. “We’ll have to ask Gristle and Tremor, but I don’t think they’d object. I’d say sure, we’ll do it, but on one condition. We play the way we always play. No censorship, no up tuning or clearer vocals, no holding anything back. We get explicit and we might scare some ponies, but since you’ve apparently already heard us, you probably know that already.”

“Of course,” she laughed. “I wouldn’t have asked you to hold back.”

“Then we’d love to,” Shrapnel smiled, then turned back to Rav and they grinned at each other in excitement.

Before Pearl and Death went home, they had to say their goodbyes. Shrapnel gave Death a great big hug. “It’s been totally cool to meet you, DM. I hope we get to hang out again sometime.”

“Yeah, likewise,” Death said. After they broke the hug, the blue mare picked up something from the table and held it out to her. Death looked at it, then at her insistence, she slowly took the object from her. “This is…”

“A gift, for you! To commemorate!” she shone.

“But…” She looked back up at her beaming face. “I can’t accept this, it’s yours.”

“Nah, not anymore. I want you to have it. Don’t worry about it, I told you there’s more where that came from.”

“If you’re sure…” she said, to which Shrapnel nodded confidently. Another smile grew on Death’s face and she hugged her one more time. “Thanks Shrapnel. I love it.”

Seeing this, Grave Rush pondered for a moment, then jogged to the door. “Hang on, could you wait here for a sec?” He ran out of the room, and a couple of minutes later he returned holding two items. One of them was a vinyl record of Mutagenic Discharge’s first full length album, Swallowing the Viral Load, sporting some very messed up album art. It was brand new and still in its protective plastic packaging. The other was a black girl shirt with the band logo in bright green on the front, and a scratched and chipped biohazard symbol with the words ‘Conceived From Sordid Sludge’ on top of it printed on the back. He handed both of them to her.

“Here, sending you home with some free loot. Hope the shirt’s the right size, but it should be.”

Death took them in her hands and stared at them, then she blushed a little and looked off to the side. “But… For free?”

“Hahahaha!” Pearl laughed. “I think you’re overwhelming her a bit with all these gifts.”

“Oh, no no, it’s the least I can do,” he explained. “You’ve given us such a big opportunity! Plus, after all that we’ve… You know… Anyway, just take it! We’re happy enough to have you as a fan.”

Turning her head to him again, she nodded. “Thanks, Rav.” There was that eye contact again, and it made Grave a little bit flustered. His bewilderment only grew when she moved closer, got on her toes and swiftly kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you again soon?”

“Hehe... Yeah, of course!”

Death walked past Pearl and nodded at her that she was ready to go. The pink pony watched as she walked out, then turned to Grave with a puzzled look on her face. After eying him for a few moments, she smiled broadly, waved and then followed her out. Once the door fell shut, Grave was just standing there, blinking and staring at it blankly, deeply contemplating. While smoking a cigarette, Shrapnel crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side.

“So what was that all about?”

“Hmm?” he responded. “What do you mean?” He began to collect the empty bottles from the floor.

“You know what I mean. That little moment you had with Death Metal. It just came out of nowhere.”

“Well, I didn’t expect to be having sex with her, if that’s what you mean,” he said as he walked to the crate with the bottles in hand.

“No, not that! You just kinda stopped what you were doing and got all weird, and then you got all lovey dovey with her. Don’t act like that didn’t happen.”

Grave chortled and shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Ohhh?” She snickered and smirked back at him. “I think you have a little bit of a crush on her. I can’t blame you, she is a cutie, but she’s taken, Rav. Let it go.”

“Stop saying stupid shit and help me clean this place up a bit,” he snarked back.

“Fine, whatever!” She ashed her cigarette in the tray. “Bit of a bummer we didn’t get to fuck tonight. All those other sexy mares taking all of your attention away from me~”

Grave raised his eyebrows and blinked at her. “Huh? Well, I mean, we could-”

“Well, I’d love to, really, but I’m just soooooo exhausted! It’s been one hell of a night and I should really be off to beddy-byes soon, so yeah, I’m gonna have to pass.” She stretched herself and yawned when she said it, then picked up some more bottles from the table and put them in the crate that Grave was standing by. “But now that I know what you’re packing, maybe soon?” she winked.

“Wheeew, wow, that was a productive night!” Pearl cheered as she drove home through the early morning. “You made new friends, I arranged for an act for the wedding and we both got a good dicking!”

“Mhmmm,” Death replied from the passenger seat.

“Seriously, I missed going out and having fun like this. We should do it more often, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” her muffled response sounded.

Pearl let out a great big sigh and furrowed her brows. “Alright, look, I’m happy for you and all, and I’m not saying you shouldn’t make good use of your gift, but…” She turned to Death Metal, who rested her head in her palm and leaned her elbow on the armrest, with Shrapnel’s gas mask fastened to her face. She looked back at her through the red coloured lenses. “Could you maybe take that thing off before someone on the road sees you and gets a heart attack?”