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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Twenty three." Death Metal's expression was placid as she stared Pearl in her angry eyes.

"My Dad got me this--"

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

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

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

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

"I'm going on break." She said, and went to the back.

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

Instead, she just lit a cigarette and smoked as she walked. That moronic Pearl Necklace had been on her mind ever since she stormed out. Did she really think that her purse was ugly? Not really, it actually matched her outfit quite well. It was just how she flaunted it that drove Death crazy. Still, why was she dwelling on that spoiled bitch? She'd run into so many bullies, or snooty cunts that had their noses so far up in the air that they were smelling Celestia's ass.

She shrugged it off. Death had her own problems right now. She made rent, but now she had to figure out how she was going to eat. She had two wheat burgers in a plastic bag, along with some fries, but that wasn't going to last her for her day off tomorrow. She would have to portion it out, and probably lose some weight in the process. Not that she had a whole lot of weight to lose. She wasn't excessively skinny by any means, but she was at a point in her life where she liked the shape of her body.

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

"What do you want?" She asked, "I've had a long day, get lost."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You lay a hand on me, and you'll regret it, lowlife!"

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

"Wait... what?" Pearl's posture softened a little.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ummm, Miss Death Metal?"

"It's just Death Metal, what do you want?" Her tone was dry, and somewhat grave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's get this over with."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You have got to be fucking with me! There's no way! How did you-- What did you--"

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

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

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

They drink again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm a virgin."

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

"You--" She started to say, but then her hand went to her mouth, looking at her. "You're..."

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

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

"Daisy..." Pearl said, making Death Metal recoil a little bit, then look back at her. "I'm not wearing panties..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It didn't sound like she was really complaining, so DM didn't let up. Her tongue grinded against her pussy like a bulldozer. Her inexperience was clearly shown, but in a way, that made it all the better. She barely knew what she was doing, but somehow, she was hitting every mark by default, because she was licking everywhere her tongue would reach.

With renewed passion, Pearl began to return the favor, grabbing both of Death Metal's inner hips, and licking against her beautiful lady bits with an eager tongue, moaning against her pink, inner labia as Death continued her full attack against her slit. Before long, they were both moaning against one another's nether regions, and sucking on one another with amazing diligence. It took no time at all for both of them to cum, especially Death Metal, whose vitality was starting to overcome even the alcohol's affects on her brain.

Then they sat in front of one another on the floor, and began to intertwine their legs. Their pussies touched, and then pressed into one another.

"Now, just follow my lead on this one." Pearl said with a very dainty tone, hoping that Death wasn't going to fly off the handle on this one. Moving her hips slowly, she grinded her messy, wet vagina against Death Metal's. This made the dark haired mare begin to draw in breath between her teeth. She let out a small moan, and throw back her head a little bit.

She started to get the hang of it, and the two of them were mashing, and smearing juices all over one another's pink, perky pussies. Death Metal was sober now, and every bit of her worked to keep up momentum with Pearl, who was also starting to cry out, and clench her eyes shut. With their cunts still working against each other, Death leaned forward and grabbed Pearl's shoulder, drawing her closer. While this slowed down their momentum a bit, it gave the pink pony a good chance to grab her bulbous breast, and squeeze it, caress it.

Though she didn't think she could be anymore surprised that night, there came another startling instance, a momentous occasion, even. Death Metal locked lips with Pearl Necklace, even starting to work her tongue into Pearl's mouth. Their eyes almost rolled up into their eye sockets as their tongues explored one another's mouth, even wrestled for dominance. Pearl kept one hand planted firmly on the ground, and one squeezing her new friend's soft, round boob. Death Metal only divided her attention between the kiss, and their sopping vaginas caressing one another.

Pearl's legs began to tremor as her moans were muffled in Death Metal's mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard, and a new sheet of pussy juice coated both of their crotches. DM followed suit, and leaned her head to the side as their kiss only deepened through her own climax. She pulled Pearl down as she leaned back, and their legs separated.

She wrapped her arms around Death's shoulders and kept kissing her on the lips, their kisses turned into furious, gasping snogging, as their lust for one another rose to amazing heights.

"I'm sorry I was mean to you." Pearl whispered to her, and that was when Death paused for a moment, and their current kiss became still. She softly broke the kiss and looked Pearl in the eyes, her eyes solemn, and sober.

"I'm sorry, too." She muttered a little bit, and her eyes drew off to the side. Her chin began to lower a little, until Pearl put her hand under her muzzle and lifted it back up to level with hers.

"I've... never really had a friend before." Pearl said, their eyes locked now.

"I did... once." Death said, and looked off to the side, but then back at Pearl again. "I don't know if I could ever do that again."

"C-..." She started to say, tears forming up in her eyes a little, seeping out the corners. "Can you try... with me?"

This drew a tiny smile from Death Metal once again. They kissed, and held one another throughout the rest of the night. Even when the club closed, they were still naked on the floor, but the club owner wouldn't dare cross Pearl Necklace, for fear of what her father would do to his joint.

Neither of them knew it at the time, but that night would mean more to them than they could ever imagine. For both of them, an awakening had begun.

Death Metal sat in her ripped up, torn couch. She was on a total of eight days off at the Wheatery, though she hadn't really counted the weeks she'd worked there. Not that it mattered anyway. She simply sat on her couch, and sharpened her daggers that she use to fight with in special matches. These two babies had gotten her into and out of a lot of trouble over the years. Both Slayer and Overkill were two items she would never sell, no matter how broke she became. They were like extensions of her arms, and she kept them clean and sharp no matter how little she used them anymore. She was startled as her door rumbled with knocking. She nearly dropped Overkill on her hip, but caught it by the end of its handle with a sigh of relief.

"The fuck?" She said, sliding one of them in its holster, but kept the other one out and ready to slice as she walked to the door. She opened it quick, but recoiled as she saw Pearl Necklace standing there with a smile, but then she looked down at the huge dagger Death Metal held.

"What the hell are you doing?" Pearl said with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothin'." DM's eyes darted left and right as she held the dagger behind her back. "What are you doing?"

"We're going on a picnic!" She said, and then held up the basket that held a very smooth, velvet picnic blanket inside.

"Whaaat? Like hell we are." She said as she left the door opened, walking inside her apartment to put her other weapon away.

"What do you mean? I thought you said you were hungry!" She pouted as she walked into her apartment, and held the basket with both hands in front of her hips.

"Yeah, that meant we could eat here, or go to one of those fancy pants restaurants you like to go to."

"Fancy Pants doesn't own any restaurants here!" Pearl said, her pouting face growing ever more whiny.

"I didn't mean--- Nevermind, I ain't going on no fruity picnic with a stupid blanket. This ain't "The Sound of Magic" and I ain't singing about a stupid doe."

Pearl's face went from pouty to a red faced angry as she stepped up closer to Death Metal's face. "Well, I wasn't asking! I said we're going, so we're going! I packed this whole lunch for the two of us, and you're trying caviar!"

"Says who, again?!" Death Metal leaned into her face without hesitation.

"Says me, and you'd better get dressed right now!"

"Quick fuck first?"

"Okay!" She dropped the basket, and jumped onto Death Metal, meeting her in a kiss as both of them dropped to the floor.