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The church was starting to fill with a mixture of human and unicorn, gathered together beneath the open air cathedral that was filled with the soft song of the organ playing in the background. It was another forty minutes until the start of the ceremony, but people were still gathering together in anticipation of the event that was going to happen. Lance stared out of the crack in the door, his eyes fixated on his parents in the front pew, watching as they spoke quietly and sometimes glanced at Ulysses and several unicorns who had come to it as well. They were scattered through the crowd, none of the stallions kept near each other just for comforts sake. There were more unicorns in here now than he had ever seen in his church, making him flick his tail a little nervously. There were barely two dozen people here, and well over a hundred more had RSVPed and would be arriving within the next hour. He felt a nervous tremor go down his spine and pulled his head back so he could nose the door shut and took a step backwards.

One year and six months to day since he had first Changed and he was going to finally wed his beautiful Emily, just what he wanted and dreamed of since he had first met her. They had lived together for months now. Emily had made no attempt to hide the fact she was slowly moving in, her clothes and things took up most of Ben's room, while Ben had finally taken up residence in his room properly. Emily simply slept between them at night, seemingly enjoying the warm bodies pressed to either side of her slumbering form, often her hands wound through his mane while she was pressed tight up against Ben's relaxed form. It was so easy to come to this day where he would take her as his wife, but it still made his heart stir nervously in his chest. It didn't matter that he knew she would say yes, it was still nerve wracking to see the church filling up the way it was.

<There are a lot more people showing up than I thought there would be.> He commented and glanced over towards Ben, the other young stallion seemed more at ease than he did with the entire situation.

_Of course, there's no chance that he's going to have to get up there and say his vows. He gets to stand behind him and somewhat out of the way. _ He thought uncharitably and gave his head a bit of a toss.

<You know nearly all of them, you shouldn't be so nervous.> Ben offered and came up with a click of his hooves on the wooden floor. <It's just a matter of saying what you both know to be true.>

<Yeah, but in front of everyone.> Lance gave a shake, tossing his mane from his eyes as he stepped over to where his elegant caparison was laid out, ready for him to step into. <I wish we had opted for a smaller ceremony.>

Ben snorted a bit of amusement; he was already dressed in the outfit that he had been picked out for him as a part of the wedding party. The royal blue and slate grey caparison that covered his back was elegant looking and was designed to rest along his back and sides so that it gave a more formal look. His chest was even wrapped in it, the folds parted to allow for his legs to move freely beneath the billowing material without becoming trapped up or hindered. His mane had been brushed and braided into a line over his silvery neck, perfectly in place like a show horse, but with more elaborate ribbons worked into it so that it was more blue and grey than it was white. It gave him a lovely appearance that had ears erected high on the well-built head with the tapered muzzle aimed downwards ever so slightly.

<If we had opted for a smaller one then people would have had hurt feelings.> Ben pointed out easily and stepped up beside him with a slight smile. <Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it. Emily was so excited when I talked to her earlier, and her dress…>

<Which I didn't get to see!> He puffed unhappily and flicked his tail a bit faster behind him, the tufted tip twisting this way and that behind him. <She could have at least modeled it for me.>

<You know the rules!> Ben whickered laughter and gave his bare shoulder a push. <You don't get to see her until the altar.>

<You got to see her!> He gave a jostle and turned away from the door and started towards his outfit, filled with nervous energy. <You might as well be one of the grooms.>

<Not until later.> Ben's mind voice was laden with an embarrassing tumble of emotions. <We need to start getting you ready. We can't have you going up to the altar naked.>

It was something they had discussed early on in the understanding that he and Emily were going to be wed. Ben was a part of their lives, both of their lives, he wasn't just tacked on as an afterthought, but had begun to mean more and more to both of them. Father Blanchard had been little help with the idea that they were looking to start their lives as a family instead of a couple and Ben tagging along on the outside, but Ulysses had been far more open minded about the situation. He seemed to be willing to educate them on what it might mean forming a small 'herd' family of their own, and it would put Ben in a defined role instead of being left on the outskirts and being unsure of what he was supposed to be doing or how he was supposed to act. It was important, which meant later tonight, in a far more private ceremony, they would all take their own vows to one another on top of what he would pledge to Emily.

_Two ceremonies in one day. At least the second one will be in quiet and it should make it easier. I just wish I wasn't about to jump out of my skin. I know Emily is going to say yes, but what if she's having second thoughts? What if she's in her room thinking about how she should be there with a human? _ He fussed to himself and started to nose his outfit slightly, trying to stop the flip flops in his stomach.

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Ben watched his friend staring to get his own caparison from the stand and he couldn't help but flick his ears back a little bit in sympathy. From the time they had woken up, Lance had been nervous and bouncy as if he were suddenly unsure about what the outcome of the day would mean. It was cute, in many ways, but it was still a torment for his best friend and lover to wait here for the ceremony. He could see it in the way he was bunched up and tense, the stiff movements when he walked, his mind on everything other than the fact that today should be the happiest day of his life. The young stallion snorted a little bit while he followed behind Lance when he started to get ready to turn about so he could back into his outfit. There was more than one way to take away some of that attention and he was more than happy to be the cause of relaxing that tension.

<You really shouldn't get so tied up in knots just before your big moment.> Ben commented as he walked closer to the other stallion, curving his neck a little bit. <Why don't you try to relax?>

<I have already tried that, I feel less relaxed than before I started. I just gotta get through this and things will be alright.> Lance responded and began to turn about, but Ben was already stepping forward.

_It might not be the most traditional way to relax a groom, but it'll give him something else to think about for a little while. _ Ben thought to himself.

He heard a confused snort above him as he bumped his soft nose right against the broad bare chest, his nose brushing lightly against it with a playful little tease over the sleek warmth with a playful pluck of his lips. His nose twitched, drawing in the warm clean scent of fresh washed hide and the warmth of the mane that made his heart give a little bit of a faster beat in delightful anticipation. Lance stopped his turn around and paused while the lips playfully worked along the broad sweep of the chest and danced downwards with a little stroke. His tail tip flicked a bit faster as he made a point of pressing in closer, sliding with a playful brush of his one clothed shoulder against the other stallion's foreleg when Lance took a step backwards. It wasn't an attempt to get away, just a nervous prance as a warm breath tickled the back of his neck.

<What are you doing?> Amusement came with the question while Ben's ears flicked up high on his head and he ran his muzzle right beneath the barrel of the chest. <You know we're in a church, don't you?>

<Mmmhmm, and the door has been locked and we're in here alone while you get ready. As is tradition for the groom.> Ben answered and brushed his silky nose down the line of the broad chest, whiskers tickling gently. <And I also know that you are so worked up in knots that you're not going to simply enjoy your day, but that's something I can help with.>

He ran his muzzle lower, tracing the underside of the chest with a light stroke, brushing downwards towards the curve of the belly, his horn brushing right along the side of the sleek smooth fur. He rubbed lightly as the stallion shifted, the weight moving above him as the hind legs spread open a touch wider and the long tail began to twitch and stir slowly as Ben made his way towards what he wanted. He dropped down to his knees, forelegs curled carefully under him, and was cautious about ruining his outfit as he rubbed his velvety lips towards the low hanging pink sheath that was swinging between the silvery muscled legs. Ben drew in a breath of the warm comforting scent as he felt one of Lance's forelegs lift and curl along his haunch, gently stroking him while he bumped up along the sheath with a tender stroke that caused his lover to shiver.

<You had better hope we don't have someone come in here, Ben.> Lance's mind was still tense, but nervous when Ben opened his lips to work lightly around the pouch, tracing the thick outer edges. <We'd have a lot of explaining to do.>

<So would they, no one is supposed to come in here.> He answered philosophically and flicked out his tongue as the bulging swell of the cock began to push its way outwards from the low hanging pouch. <Besides, as Best Man, I believe it's up to me to make sure you don't embarrass yourself up there.>

Ben flicked his ears back so he wasn't tickling the silvery white belly above him and instead gave a little run of his tongue out and over the heavy leathery edges. The warm breath was let out in a soft puff to rush upwards lightly as he saw the thick pink shaft starting to slip outwards into the light to greet his tongue. Lance shifted his legs out of the way as Ben worked his tongue out slowly, dragging around the drooping glans that started to drop downwards against his touch eagerly. The wet saliva coating around the edges while he parted his lips to tease the thick edges around the emerging length, slowly coaxing it into dropping further down beneath he broad belly. The warm weight swinging slightly and filling out as the wrinkled inches spilled over and onto the broad tongue while his lover shuddered above him and the warm nose rubbed right along his hip affectionately.

He rolled his tongue up and cupped right under the blunt glans, curling around the tip as the medial ring soon emerged from its home in answer to his affectionate teasing. His hot breath simmering out and moving higher up while the thick full lips started to pluck and pull coaxingly as the cock tip began to swell open and stiffen. The silky flesh drawing tighter as it throbbing slightly and sent out a slathering of precum out over his tongue and back towards his throat before he swallowed and pushed his lips all the way around the hanging length. The taste was so familiar now, but even familiar, it didn't lose the thrill he had cupping around it and pushing higher up so that the pink spire began to harden and push deeper into his long muzzle inch by inch. His neck craned back at just the right angle to push his head up higher, swallowing and suckling the cock that was filling out rapidly. He could hear Lance's groan above him as the stallion shuddered and gave his hips a slight pump.

He let the length drag backwards slightly, pulling back enough to reveal the glistening pink flesh, his saliva covering the heavy spire before he pushed upwards again and swallowed. The hot precum bubbled up from the tip and spilled down into the back of his throat while he gulped and dragged his tongue right along the cock tip. He scooped up at the dimpled opening warmly, curling and probing against it before pushing his muzzle up higher against the length. His nostrils flaring wide as he heard Lance muffle a noise and the hips rocked down against him, probing the glans deeper into his throat as he did so. It was like nothing else in the world, feeling the way it spread his throat, probing so deep that it was almost too much for him before the inevitable pull backwards that slipped the shaft from his throat and back over his tongue again. He tightened the hold of his lips and pulled over the medial ring with a wet noise before it was popped back into his maw again.

Lance's heavy breathing echoed in his ears, the short heavy noises were rewarding his efforts as he started to bob his head back and forth, feeling the sheer size of it spreading his jaws open. He shifted on his forelegs, moving forward as he swallowed the tip deeper into his throat, working and letting it drive inwards until he couldn't breathe around the length of him. His lips straining wide as he worked his way all the way towards his base and the other stallion let out a sharp hiss when Ben's lips grasped right around the base. He tightened greedily, working the and sliding his tongue beneath the edge of the spire, pulling backwards a few inches before thrusting forward again and Lance bucked forward with a hot breath. The stallion's muzzle was pushed right against the base of his tail, resting firmly enough that he could feel every breath ruffling against his caparison.

Ben struggled to keep his cock from dropping too far out of his sheath, though he naturally started to show as he dragged his lips backwards and felt inch after sleek inch pulling its way free. He slurped slightly, the breath puffing out hotly as he lipped and worked around the medial ring before it slipped free, the tip dragging itself along his tongue messily. Precum was spilled out hotly, running along the edges as Lance shuddered again and let out a sharp groaning cry. The hind legs were shifting, arching with a short thrust forward and the draw back that pulled the length nearly all the way out, the bulge pulling against his lips to nearly pop free. He didn't let the glans go, he rolled his tongue around, twisting and fluttering, scooping along the slitted opening that drooled precum into his muzzle before Lance gave a thrust forward and refilled his maw once more.

His throat stretched around the length and clutched down, his silken muscles pulling over the length while cupping the thick spread of his tongue up and dragging slowly under the sleek silky hardened flesh. His breath was coming out faster, Ben struggled to catch it before the thrust forward that burrowed the shaft deep into his throat, stretching it open wider as he moved his head in short bobs back and forth, taunting and squeezing around him. His lips messily stroking as saliva spilled down along the edge of his chin, mixing with the thick precum that was bubbling out from the cock tip and running it's way out of the corners of his mouth. He gulped and pulled, struggling to pull backwards, his nostrils flaring wide with another sucking breath before his throat was bloated with the large blunt shaft pushing inwards until he was swallowing the entire length.

Ben strained to hold all of him as his lips were pushed up tight right against the edges of the sheath that were mashed up against his own lips. He could feel the tip starting to swell open wider, the pumping movements working and jabbing in deeper while he let out a muffled noise, his entire maw clamping down tightly. He pulled around the stiff length, swallowing to tighten the silken hot maw around his lover's girth and Lance muffled a groan, his muzzle pushing right against Ben's covered haunch. He pulled backwards, slipping some of the pink length from him before driving forward again, gulping down and giving a squeezing swallow, his breath ragged and harsh as he did so. The swollen glans was beginning to swell open large, flaring and making it more difficult to push into his throat easily, his muscles straining with the effort.

<God, your outfit!> Lance sent, his thoughts strained as his hips shuddered and gave a ragged thrust forward. <D-don't mess it up. We don't have time to clean it!>

Of all the… Worrying about my outfit! Ben wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity that his outfit was something that Lance was concerned about.

He shoved his muzzle up harder, his lips kissing the sheath tightly as his throat contracted down and sought to rob that worry from his lover's mind. Lance let out a groan, shuddering out a breath above him, the needy sound bursting free while Ben started to pull harder, milking around the large girth. He pulled his head back a few inches and then plunged forward again, just barely moving the sleek flesh through his maw, his tongue cupping up tightly while gulping down. He barely moved his head, only Lance's hips gave wild short thrusts against him, the tip blossoming ever wider, bulging in his throat, nearly choking him before the stallion flattened his ears. He struggled with the sheer size of the tip inside of him before he saw the pink balls starting to heave up and twitch, churning and building until the entire shaft was pulsing and jerking inside of his muzzle.

He felt Lance's teeth suddenly gripping at his haunch right through the material of his outfit as the hot stream of cum was flung into his throat. Heavy and creamy, it flowed down as he swallowed convulsively, suckling around his lover's shaft, pulling and taking down every drop that was flushing inside of him. He barely pulled his head back enough to be able to suck in a breath as the stallion shuddered and hunched his hips forward, the length quivering and twitching with every new rush that coated the salty mixture over his tongue, catching it to gulp down before it could leak out and fall onto his outfit to ruin it. Lance panted and shivered slowly, small pumps of his hips that ran the swollen flare right over his tongue, coating the roof of his mouth.

<Feel better?> He asked before suckling his muzzle off the length of softening cock, careful not to let the cum escape before he swallowed it down. <A little more relaxed.>

<A little, yes.> Lance answered and nosed the side of his haunch, the white stallion's chest heaving up and down heavily. <You didn't really have to do that, you know.>

<I know, but I thought it might at least let you relax enough to enjoy the big day.> Ben answered smugly and pulled his muzzle back, slipping the shaft free with a wet noise before licking his damp lips. <At the very least, it gave you something else to think about.>

<You can say that again.> Lance whickered a soft laugh and nosed his haunch, trying to smooth out the bunched up fabric where he'd mouthed at it. Ben curved his neck happily and took a step back, ignoring his half dropped length. Things were working out better and better in their little family.

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She was beautiful. Lance's chest swelled as he stared up at Emily with his eyes fixated on the way that she stood with her hands held in front of her and an outfit that was absolutely breath taking. It had been designed with this marriage in mind, not patterned in the classic lace and random patterns that were the norm, but dozens of rearing unicorns set on a pure white background of silk ran along the edge of the wedding train. She was perfectly dressed, her upper body entirely wrapped in the material so that it was cupping the swell of her breasts and showing a hint of the cleavage beneath, but his eyes weren't on that. He was looking up into her eyes adoringly while she tilted her head down to watch him, the edge of the fabric veil framed either side of her cheek to make him savor the look of love in her eyes. There wasn't doubt there, only love that made him lose every last trace of doubt that had remained behind after Ben had been done with him.

<Love is both perfect and imperfect. It is a declaration of devotion and adoration, even as there will be times such a love is put to the test by forces outside of themselves. It is kindness and patience, but one must always be wary of the sins of jealousy and anger out of fear.> Father Blanchard was speaking as he watched his bride, he could feel the warmth of Ben behind him, the alert young stallion listening to every word.

He wasn't quite sure what he would have done without Ben. He had been so worried, so nervous, that he had been wound up as tight as a clock and his friend had done something he never would have dreamed about asking or thinking of. He didn't know what had possessed him to sliding his muzzle under his belly, but the gentle touch and the pressure of pleasure had been what he had needed to lose some of his edge. It had been such a relief, a simple act of caring between them had caused him to relax and some of his fears dismissed into the background to be replaced with the reassuring knowledge that he was in no way alone. He stood at the altar with those that he loved and who loved him in return, how could he possibly think that he couldn't go through with it? Especially for such a silly reason as there were people watching them from behind. It made his tail flick lightly, a playful curl and twist to dance through the air.

Lance swallowed a little bit and tried to follow the priest as he spoke about the love they shared, that they must always be wary of things that might try to tear them asunder. There were hints that what might tear them asunder would be his urge for more females in a harem, though the priest certainly didn't say anything along those lines outright, it was just a careful hint of the dangers found there. He didn't feel those dangers would come to pass, not really, he had never felt so complete as he did the moment he had solidified his bond with Ben and Emily. They weren't just loosely attached, there was a deep emotional connection between them all and he had nothing to be ashamed about. He lifted his head higher and met Emily's eyes confidently while he felt Ben shifting beside him.

<Do you take Emily to have and hold, through trials and celebration, through wealth and poverty, for as long as you both might live.> Blanchard turned to face him as he spoke.

<I do.> He answered, no hesitation at all while he held his ears up high on his head, feeling his heart swelling with love.

<And Emily, do you take Lance? Through trials and celebration, through wealth and poverty, for as long as you both might live.> The priest asked, turning his head only slightly.

Lance saw her smile, the curve up of her lips, he wanted nothing more in the world than to kiss them in that moment. He restrained himself, but only with a good deal of force as she lowered her eyes slightly and answered with two words that sent wordless rush of pure joy filling his chest with such force that he could barely stop himself from breaking the moment.

“I do." Her words so warm, his heart was leaping into his throat while he took a step forward as the rings were brought forward.

His lack of hands made it impossible for him to slip the ring on her finger without aid, but he could use the touch of his telekinesis to steady to brilliant silver band for her as her other hand cupped his cheek. It was slipped into her digit smoothly as he felt her hand sliding around the base of his warm horn, sending a tremor through his body before she picked up his ring. He didn't have fingers for a wedding band, but the jeweler had offered them their choice of ankle bands or horn cuffs, one of which matched her own ring perfectly as it was slipped up and over the needle sharp tip of his horn. He lowered his head for her, his eyes glancing down to the edge of her dress as the band was slid down over the hard ridges with a slight scraping sound as it was lowered all the way to the base. It fit perfectly, needing just enough force that he knew it wouldn't slide free of its own volition. It was a mark to the world that he was Emily's, whole and entire.

<I now pronounce you, husband and wife.> Father Blanchard announced, his voice warm with pride. <You may now kiss your stallion.>

It was a variation of what was normally said, but Lance did not care, the only thing Lance cared about with the rush of joy he felt as she leaned down and cupped his cheeks in her gloved hands. The silk kissed against his smooth fur as he lifted his lips up and felt her own touching down against him softly, the sweet brush of skin on skin electrifying him as he heard the church erupt in applause for their joining. He kissed her as if he could drink her sweetness down, savoring the taste on his tongue and the feel of her fingers sweeping along his cheek and all the way down to the curve of his ear. He had dreamed of this moment since he had had hands, since he had never dreamed his life would turn out this way. He dreamed of it a hundred times and now it came together in one beautiful moment that nearly made his heart break. He never wanted to leave, he wanted to capture this for the rest of his life and even beyond it if he could.

The flashes of cameras setting off a dim back drop to his joy as they lingered together, her own body shaking slightly as she let out a soft rapid breath against his own. The breath tickled lightly before she pulled away reluctantly, his lips still slightly parted as he smiled up at her slowly. He looked into her warm rich eyes and leaned his head forward to brush his horn along the length of her cheek in a playful stroke before she pulled back enough to glance out at their shared family and friends. He hadn't even thought of them watching that moment, instead he curved his neck with pride and flicked his eyes over her playfully.

“I'm glad Ben was able to help." She whispered softly enough that only he could have heard and winked one eye. “I thought for sure you'd come up here shaking and ready to bolt at the start of the vows."

:I am too. I'm happy he'll always be here to help.: _ He responded whole heartedly and glanced back at his best friend fondly. _:And tonight we can all start our lives together.:

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He hid a smug smile as he thought of the velvet wrapped jewelry box that was tucked in with Emily's things. They had bought something for him to share with them, to show that he wasn't simply being accepted with them on a whim. It would prove that he was truly a part of their lives and relationship, and they would start it all out together. Besides… He owed the stallion back for helping him relax before the ceremony.