A lot can happen in a month.

Hearth's Warming came and went, the familiar holiday dominated by Rarity's announcement to all of her friends that she's officially engaged. None of them seemed to be too surprised. In fact, Dash flat-out asked you what had taken you so long. Subtlety was never Dash's strong point.

Still, they were happy for the both of you. Such a momentous event as the Element of Generosity getting hitched would have normally found the Boutique swarmed by reporters and nosey gossip magazine writers, but you made it very clear that both you and Rarity didn't want that kind of attention.

Well, at least until the wedding itself. Rarity was insistent that the upper crust of Equestrian society be invited. All of them. Thankfully, you managed to talk her out of it.

In spite of Rarity's celebrity status as a national hero and a world-class fashionista, things managed to stay pretty low-key, much to your relief. Her friends were very good at keeping the news to themselves. Even Pinkie Pie. Somehow. The only real big announcement was in the form of a scroll sent to Princess Celestia herself by Twilight. You received a prompt reply, congratulating both of you on finding true love despite being such unusual circumstances, and wishing you a wonderful lifetime together. She would, of course, be in attendance if you invited her.

A single post-script at the bottom made your day: "I knew you two would have something special one day. Call it a hunch."

A few weeks later, the New Year Festival had turned Ponyville into a town-wide party, filled to the brim with joyous ponies who look forward to the prospect of new beginnings for a new year. Presided over by the Mayor herself, town square was nothing short of a packed mass of streamers, banners, balloons and sparkling outfits -- many of which were created by Rarity herself. Booming music echoed through the streets as you waited for midnight to roll over. Despite your insistence on keeping things quiet, a few ponies here and there asked you about your engagement. Many of them were more inquisitive about you and where you come from than anything involving an actual marriage, but you grinned and dealt with it. After all, they were only being curious, and if it meant less hassle for you and Rarity in the future, you didn't mind too much.

After splitting up an hour earlier so that Rarity could do her "meet and mingle" thing without you having to be dragged along, your soon-to-be wife happily trotted over to you with a pair of tall, thin champagne glasses floating beside her. You were happy to see her relaxing and having fun -- a welcome break from the frantic rush that was the holiday season, when she'd poured countless hours into her business. A silver and purple party hat adorned her head, cocked off to one side to avoid mussing her curled mane.

"To us, my love," she said simply. "To a new year and a new beginning." You couldn't think of a better way to put it.

Later that month, planning for the wedding began in earnest. For weeks you went back and forth on everything from the guest list to the floral arrangements -- though you bowed to better judgment and let Rarity deal with the majority of the visual elements. Purple and white were to be the theme of the day, apparently.

Mostly, you dealt with the financial side of things, as well as sending out invites. For all of her excitement and planning, Rarity's initial idea for a wedding would have ended up costing the both of you several months' worth of pay. The royal procession, fifty-plus-strong marching band, and giant hot-air balloon adorned with Rarity's visage would just have to be cut.

Even so, Rarity's far-reaching list of friends, business partners, and contacts ended up serving you well. Most of them were more than happy to lend a hoof in setting up decorations, or preparing food, or one of the myriad details that had to be just right. You could only hope that they'd all come together for the wedding itself.

The list of ponies to invite was as long as you are tall; you're pretty sure you've never written so much in such a short amount of time. There were only a few names on the list that Rarity insisted on delivering the invites in person to. You added a few of your own; co-workers, mostly. First and foremost were Pipe and Dazzle, then Whip-Smart and his father Aegis, and finally Fix and Haul. The last two you weren't sure would be able to attend -- your planned wedding would kick off in the middle of the busiest time of year for construction work, right after Winter Wrap-Up had been completed. Still, you wanted to invite them anyway. Good friends have proven hard to come by in Equestria.

Before any of that, though, there is one guest in particular that Rarity has been debating whether or not to invite for the better part of a month. You can hardly blame her. Even as she paces around the Boutique, floating a cup of tea beside her, it's clear that Rarity isn't entirely convinced herself.

"I can't believe I'm even considering inviting her."

"I thought you two kissed and made up. Literally."

She stops pacing, arching an eyebrow at you. "Please. She may have shown a degree of redemption when we confronted her, but by no means is she my favorite pony. I'm sure she'd sooner stab us in the back than befriend us."

You shrug. "Maybe you're being too hard on her. After all, we haven't had her pull any of her usual stunts since we talked it out."

"Be that as it may, six years of bitter resentment are not so easily forgotten." She swirls her teacup in thought. "Imagine if you'd had your best friend try to ruin everything you've worked so hard for. Would you be eager to invite him to the most important day of your life?"

"Not when you put it that way, I guess." You try to back yourself out from the proverbial corner you find yourself in. "But isn't that what you and your friends are all about? Friendship, second chances, that kinda thing? Come on, give her a chance." She eyes you with a less-than-convinced look. "Okay, another chance. Think of the business potential if you two teamed up!" When in doubt, play to her practical side. "You could take Equestria by storm."

"Teaming up is exactly what put us in this position," she reminds you. "That said...I can see that you're not going to let this go easily. Perhaps you're right, and I am just being a stubborn old mule, so to speak. I suppose it couldn't do too much harm if we spoke with her. Loathe as I am to do so."

"Good! That's what I like to hear. Be the better mare and all that."

"Mmm. Very well. But do make sure to keep an eye on things; once she sees this lovely necklace she's going to be quite interested in the details of it."

"Don't worry, honey" you reassure her with a laugh, "somehow I doubt she's the marrying type."

==========

"Blossom, darling, do be a dear and watch the store for a bit, will you?"

"Really? Do you...do you think I'm ready for that?" Morning Blossom's commitment to the business has been admirable over the last month, but she still holds a slight hero-worship for Rarity. It's equal parts adorable and groan-inducing at times.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, you know your way around by now! Besides, there's only half an hour until we close up. I don't imagine we'll get any custom orders, but if we do, please refer them to me tomorrow. I'm going to take a short walk to meet with a business partner."

"Oooh, business stuff!" she exclaims happily. "Sounds fun! Miss Rarity's gonna be wheelin' and dealin' with the upper class of Ponyville!"

Rarity chuckles. "Hopefully. We shall see. If I'm not back by the time we close up, feel free to count your drawer and head home. And thank you for your help today, you've become quite the asset!"

You throw on your jacket and step outside into the cold air. Rarity takes her place beside you, shivering at a gust of wind as it blows down the street.

"She's nothing if not enthusiastic," you laugh.

"That she is! I dare say hiring Blossom has been the best decision I've made in quite some time."

"The best decision?"

"Well," she giggles, touching her necklace, "the second best."

"That's what I thought. Hopefully this is a short visit, huh?"

"One can only hope. I imagine Cashmere is quite preoccupied at this time of day, but it won't take long to deliver a simple invitation. Unless, that is, she decides to invite us for dinner again."

"I'll pass," you mumble. "I've had enough concussions for one lifetime, thanks."

"Yes, well, at least it seems that she's over her long-held jealousy and such."

"Seems. You can never be too sure what Cash's true state of mind is."

"True enough, darling." The big, red double-C design of Cashmere's storefront looms ahead, one section blocked off with a large, white tarp -- an ongoing construction project to expand the show floor, from what you've heard. You've got to hand it to her, she knows how to turn a profit.

"Right, then. No point in delaying."

You push open the large, glass doors and are very surprised to see Cashmere greet you almost immediately with her trademark wry smile. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite mare-friend-slash-business-rival and her charming human!"

"Hello, Cashmere," Rarity replies with a polite smile. "How have you been?"

"You know how it is, babe: A bit here, a dress there, a warm body at your side. The usual, basically. What brings you by, anyway? Gotta admit, I wasn't expecting to see you drop by."

"And I wasn't expecting to see you actually working the floor. Consider both of us surprised, then."

Cashmere laughs to herself, pointing to the tarp-covered area. "Normally I'd be in the back -- I always liked it in the rear," she smiles at Rarity's face-hoof, "but sometimes you have to do the dirty work yourself. Besides, Silver Lining's off today and I'm not expecting many customers with this weather, so I figured, hey, why the hell not?"

"Well, I must say it's nice to see you taking a hooves-on approach to something other than somepony else's body." You were hoping for no passive-aggressive bickering between the two fashion-savvy mares, but at least they've kept it civil so far.

"You know me too well, Rares. But you still haven't answered my question: What brings you by? As much as I'd like to think it's my boundless charm and amazing fashion sense, something tells me that's not the case."

Rarity unbuttons her jacket, letting her necklace show as it caresses the curve of her neck. A month later, and you're still amazed by how well it fits her. "I thought you might be interested in attending an event. Quite a significant event, at that, darling."

Cash is immediately struck by the necklace, her expression one of equal parts surprise and admiration. "Wooow, so Little Miss Rarity went and picked herself up a trinket! Impressive, babe. Who'd you have to fuck to get it?" She laughs at her own joke. Rarity is less amused, but doesn't take the bait.

"I'll have you know, Cash, that this is a one-of-a-kind necklace made with a Seabreeze sapphire. Created for moi entirely under the loving eye of my darling dearest."

"So what you're saying is, you fucked him to get it! Am I right? Huh?! Ah-ha-ha! No? Not even a smile? Nothing? Eh, you're no fun."

"What this is," Rarity continues, completely ignoring Cashmere's jab,"is the most wonderful engagement necklace in all of Equestria."

Cash mouths the word 'engagement' before her eyebrows shoot up in realization. "Well, no shit! You and tall, dark and brooding there finally tied the knot! About damn time, I'd say. Congrats, and all that. When was this?"

"Just before Hearth's Warming," you answer for her. "Had it all planned out and everything. Took some time to get the necklace just right, but we're very happy with the results. Aren't we, honey?"

"Absolutely, darling!" Rarity lifts the sapphire with a hoof, smiling at the beautifully cut gemstone. "I dare say there are mares out there who would kill for such an opulent, luxurious expression of one's love for another."

Cash steps closer, eyeing the necklace carefully. "Huh. Well ain't that somethin'? Little Rarity's gone and gotten herself--" She seems to freeze in place, standing ramrod-straight for several seconds before blinking back to reality. "...what in the fuck was that? Wow. That was almost better than sex!"

"That, Cashmere, is exactly why the Seabreeze sapphire is so valuable: It's a magical gemstone."

"No kidding," she laughs, shaking her head. "Damn. I wasn't expecting that. Say, how much do you want for it?"

Rarity's mouth hangs open for a brief second. You know Cashmere is just toying with her, but Rarity can't resist but bite. "To think that I would even begin to consider such a thing! I would sooner--" She catches Cashmere hiding a laugh behind a foreleg. "Ah. Right. I suppose I should expect such things by now."

"You'll learn one day, babe. Until then, you're just too much fun."

"Yes, well, it's good to see you've kept your sense of humor through the holidays."

"Naturally." Cashmere motions toward the back. "Care for a drink? Things have been pretty slow today, I'm sure it won't hurt."

"Thank you for the offer, but no. We've still much to do and I'd prefer to keep my faculties in working order if entirely possible."

"Eh, suit yourself. More for me." A small stack of pre-made outfits levitates over. Cash hangs them on a rack as she continues, turning away from you to focus on the task. "So, you're tying the knot. Joking aside, doll, I'm happy for you. A little jealous -- of your husband-to-be, that is -- but happy none-the-less."

Rarity lifts a surprised foreleg. "Really? I'd have thought you'd be more...hostile."

Cashmere laughs. "Why? Because we're rivals? Come on, babe, give me more credit than that! Despite what you may think, our little confrontation before Hearth's Warming actually got through to me. I may not like the Boutique -- hell, I may not like you at times, and I'm sure the feeling's mutual -- but you were right: I needed to let go. I held it in for far too long, and look what happened." She looks over her shoulder at you. "How's that head, handsome? Didn't hurt you too bad, did I?"

"No permanent damage done," you chuckle.

"Good! I'd hate to bruise that pretty face of yours."

Rarity manages a smile. It's the first smile you've seen from her in a long time, at least where Cashmere is involved. "I must admit to being rather surprised, Cash. That's very mature of you. And far be it from me to be insincere, so...thank you. I truly appreciate it."

"Any time. So, when are you officially taking the plunge? Soon?"

"We're actually not entirely sure yet," Rarity admits with a slight laugh, "but a tentative date of early Spring's Blooming is what we're planning on. For now. Suffice it to say, things are quite complicated when it comes to planning such a big day. Why, there's the floral arrangements, and the guest list, and finding the perfect place to hold the ceremony, and the myriad practice runs, nevermind the catering and entertainment for the wedding reception, and --"

"Alright, alright, I get the point. Holy hell! You're planning a wedding, Rares, not crowning a new princess."

Rarity's nose scrunches at Cash's interruption. "Be that as it may, it's quite the event, and thus a good degree of planning is involved. In fact, there's still some ponies I have yet to invite. Business acquaintances, distant family...and old friends."

Cashmere turns back to face you, setting the final outfit on its hanger. "Oh?"

"Indeed so. You see, Cashmere, I didn't come here simply to tell you of our impending betrothal, I came to, well...invite you to it."

"Against your better judgment, right?" Cash replies with a knowing smile.

"At times, yes," Rarity agrees. "Despite our somewhat checkered past, I, too, believe it's time we moved on from old grudges. I wasn't so convinced when I first stepped hoof in here tonight, but if you can overlook the past, then so can I. I, ah...I would like to extend a formal invitation to you, darling." Rarity stands up straighter, regaining her confidence. "In fact, I would ask you to be one of my bride's maids, along with my dear friends. I know such a thing is quite unexpected, but--"

"Of course."

"Ah, beg your pardon?"

"I said 'of course'. Of course I'll be your bride's maid, Rarity."

Rarity is obviously surprised by Cash's quick response. "Well...that was easier than expected. I had thought you'd resist at least a bit."

Cash laughs, shaking her head. "Why's that? Because I'm a queen bitch? Hey, I don't deny it for a second! I'll be queen bitch all day, every day if I have to! That doesn't mean I have a black heart, babe. If you want me to be a bride's maid for your fancy-ass wedding, then by Celestia, I'll be there. You think that rainbow pegasus will let me take a pass at her? She seems like the impulsive type. They're always so much fun."

Rarity rolls her eyes. "Somehow I doubt you're Dash's type."

"Couldn't hurt to try," she laughs, flipping her mane. "But in all seriousness, Rarity, I'll be there. You let me know when and where. Hell, I'll even bring the wine. Good wine, since you're so picky about it."

"I'm glad to hear it." Rarity smiles earnestly before looking a little more pensive. She chews on her lip for a brief second before continuing. "Actually, Cashmere, while I'm at it, there was one more thing I wanted to ask you."

"Really, now? Hmm. Don't keep me waiting, gorgeous. Lay it on me."

"Believe me when I tell you that what I'm about to ask has been thought about to no small degree, but...would you possibly consider designing the bride's maids' dresses for me?"

Now it's your turn to be surprised. Rarity asking her friend-turned-rival-turned-sort-of-friend to her wedding at all was unexpected as is, but this? You would have never, in a million years, even considered the idea that Rarity would want something so personal as the dresses for her friends designed by Cashmere. For once, Cashmere is just as shocked as you. She eyes Rarity for a long moment, unsure of what to make of the request.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on here...you want me to design the dresses for everyone? Who are you and what have you done with Rarity?"

"I assure you I am quite serious," Rarity replies. "I realize this is a departure from our, ah, usual conversations, but between the wedding planning and my own dress -- which I am, of course, designing -- I am going to be swamped until all is said and done. Not to mention the Boutique's day-to-day dealings."

"What, you don't think my place gets busy? One of us has the responsibility of managing five stores spread throughout Equestria, remember?"

"I do realize that, yes," she nods, "but loathe as I am to admit it, you do have the upper hoof in multitasking. You don't have to accept the offer, of course, but I simply ask that you consider it."

Cashmere rubs her chin, letting out a quiet "hmmm". "Well, let's see...shipments twice a week, plus inventory...payroll every other weekend...plus trips to Manehattan to speak with my accountant..."

Rarity eyes you nervously while Cash works over the details to herself.

"Eh...sure, why the hell not?"

Rarity's eyes light up. "You will?! Really?!"

"What can I say? I am nothing if not a shrewd businessmare. Think of all the marketing potential! All these ponies show up to see Miss Rarity getting hitched -- and to gawk at boy-toy here -- and they'll all see the bride's maids' dresses designed by yours truly! Hell, I could turn your wedding into my profit! It's genius, really. Glad I thought of it. So yes, I'll make your dresses for you. Hell, I'll throw in tuxes for the groom's friends."

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" Rarity is practically bouncing in place. "You have no idea how much of a relief this is!" She throws her forelegs around Cashmere, hugging her tightly. Cashmere goes wide-eyed for a moment before relenting and returning the favor.

"Alright, alright, settle down, Rares. I don't have them designed and trimmed and ready to go just yet. I'll get 'em done, though. Promise." A small smile crosses her face, and for once it's bereft of any wry undertones. "Kinda feels like old times, doesn't it? The two of us setting the fashion world on fire and all that. We may be rivals, but if it'll make you happy -- and mend some bridges in the process -- then I'll help you out. But just this once. After that, favors have to be backed up by cold, hard bits." She laughs softly with Rarity, the two mares finally letting each other go. "Never thought I'd say it again, but, hey...it's good to chat with you like this, Rarity."

Rarity smiles sincerely. "A sentiment I very much share, Cashmere. I must apologize for any misgivings that I may have held before asking you, it was foolish of me."

"It is me we're talking about here, babe. I suppose I can forgive you for it." She glances up at the wall clock. "You two should probably head out, I'm sure you have more important things to do than stand here and gab with yours truly. But hey; stop by some time. We'll get coffee or something. I know a great place. That includes you, boy-toy. Wouldn't want to leave you out of the fun."

"We'd be delighted to," Rarity answers for you. "Very well, we'll make our departure. Thank you for accepting my proposal, it means a lot to me." With a curt nod and a smile Rarity turns to walk out. You step ahead to hold the door open for her as Cashmere calls out to her.

"So does this mean I'm not gonna get a good-bye kiss this time?"

Rarity giggles as she places her fuzzy hat upon her head. "Not this time, I'm afraid, my dear. Perhaps once we've had a chance to see the dresses and had some coffee. Perhaps."

"I'll consider that an incentive, honey." She looks over at you. "What about you, handsome? Fancy a little tongue action from a mare who knows her way around? It's not cheating if it's just a kiss."

You wave her off. "No thanks. I can get that from Rarity whenever I like. Maybe I'll send you a picture some time."

Cashmere laughs. "Touche, boy-toy. Consider me jealous once again!"

With a final wave you head back out into the cold air, Rarity at your side. She hums happily to herself as you walk; things went far better than expected. Even Cash's passing flirtation just rolled off her back. It's certainly an improvement over how things used to be.

"For the first time in many years, darling, I feel truly at ease with her. Thank you for convincing me to stop by today."

"Of course," you answer with a smile. "I just want you to be happy."

"Believe me, my love, I have not felt happier about her in ages."

==========

"Hey-hey! Another round for da poor schmuck who's gettin' hitched!"

Less than a week after the annual Winter Wrap-Up event, Pipe and his guys had announced that they were going to throw you "one hell of a bachelor party". Nevermind that you still had a month before you were actually married, they were wasting no time. Besides, they'd reasoned, it would give you time to have another one in the unlikely event that you actually remembered anything from the first. As far as Pipe was concerned, it was flawless reasoning. How could you say no?

"I swear to God, if you guys bring out a cake and have a stripper pop out of it, I'll--"

"Da hell is a stripper? Like, for strippin' da paint offa da walls? Dat's a strange thing ta put in a cake..."

Oh, right. Ponies are naked most of the time anyway. You're not entirely sure how a stripper mare would work -- maybe she'd put on more clothing? Or put it on and then take it off again?

"Uhhh...you know...an 'exotic dancer'? Dances around a pole to suggestive 80s rock songs? ZZ Top must make a killing in royalties."

He arches an eyebrow. "I have no idea what a Sneezy Top is, or why it's listenin' ta eighty year old rock, but dat's not da point. Point is, we're gonna make sure you have da time of ya life tonight! Ain't dat right, boys?!" A chorus of cheers from your coworkers answers him, some of them slurred more than others. He gives a satisfied smile. "See? Told ya. Me and da guys, we got ya back. I'd watch out for ol' Haul, though. He's kind of a prick."

Long Haul, with his tall, lanky frame, raises his mug above his head and shouts back across two tables. "You'd know all about my prick, wouldn't you, Pipe?"

"You know it, honey!" Pipe chortles at Haul's fully-expected jab, knocking back half of his beer in one go. "Like I said!"

"That's something I'll never get tired of," you laugh. "Every other job I've ever had, I couldn't bullshit around like this. It was all 'Yes, Sergeant," or 'No, Sergeant', or 'I didn't know I was supposed to clean the latrines with a toothbrush, Sergeant'. Oh man, that was not a fun day..."

"Glad ya can take it, pal. I'll tell ya what, I've had more than my share of guys who have no sense of humor workin' at da job site. I mean, yeah, we work hard and take shit seriously when we're supposed to, but come on...it's a fuckin' stressful job! Ya gotta have dat release or you'll just end up knockin' somepony out. Believe me, I know. Still got da scar ta prove it, heh heh!"

"No kidding." You point to the scar running in a thin line just above your ear; it's healed up nicely, but there's still a decidedly hairless strip of skin showing through your otherwise uniformly short hair. "Not very attractive, huh?"

"Not in da least," Pipe agrees in mock seriousness. "Oh, ya meant da scar! Hell, I thought ya meant everything else!"

You playfully slug him in the shoulder. "Very funny. If I'm ugly, what does that make you?"

"Prince Blueblood!" He leans in an speaks in a not-quite-whisper, "Though if I'm honest, I think dat Blueblood guy is kinda...ya know...not lookin' out for da ladies, if ya catch my drift."

You'd only heard the name mentioned once or twice before, usually when Rarity was dramatically retelling some story or other. All you remember is that he was a royal douche to her.

"Anyway, what was we discussin'?"

"...nothing in particular?"

"Ah, right, my favorite subject," he chuckles. A familiar mare with a blonde mane and yellow coat approaches the table with a tray full of drinks. She's in full-on tip-earning mode tonight, putting a decidedly eye-catching sway into her step and flicking her tail back and forth, complete with a black ribbon tied up in a bow at the base of her tail. No shortage of wandering eyes meet her as she prances over.

"Well hey there, sugar pie! Haven't seen you in a while!" A little heavier on the southern inflection than the last time, but you can't complain. From the looks of it, neither can Pipe. Or anyone else. "How you fellas been?"

Pipe jumps in. "Me? Never better! But my funny-lookin' friend here, I'm afraid he's...he's..." He presses a hoof to his chest in a display of theatrics that would make Rarity roll her eyes. "Getting married!" The guys all give a sympathetic "awww", mixed in with decidedly more colorful quips.

"Ya don't say! Well congrats, sweetie! Who's the lucky mare?"

"You know who Rarity is? Unicorn, white coat, purple curls? She runs a fashion place down the road. And, uh, you know...she's saved the world a few times. So there's that."

Yellow Rose smiles at you. "Well Ah ain't exactly one for high fashion, darlin', but the name does sound familiar. Ain't she one of those 'elements' or somethin'?"

"Of Generosity, yeah," you nod. Rose looks over at the guys at the other table.

"Ah know a thing or two about bein' generous," she says with a wink. Your horny co-workers, of course, eat it right up. Oh yeah, she's gonna be getting a plentiful amount of tips tonight. "But in all seriousness, sug', Ah'm happy for ya! Ah'm sure y'all will make a great couple! And gettin' married to a celebrity, no less." She clicks her tongue. "Movin' up in the world, ain'tcha?"

"Oh I dunno," you shrug, "I'm still stuck with these jackasses here."

A chorus of jeers is your response. Quick Fix throws in a loud "love you too, 'sugar pie'!", which gets a laugh from everyone in return. "Hey!" Fix waves a hoof to get the pretty server's attention. "Whip-Smart here is still single, the poor bastard! Maybe you know a mare friend who's lookin' for--"

"Excuse me," Whip-Smart interrupts, "but I'm quite happy with my current situation. I am not some desperate stallion seeking a 'quick lay', as you would no-doubt put it."

"Yeah, yeah, you and that quiet girl sure are taking your sweet time. I bet Rose here knows a few mares who could show you a thing or two. Ain't that right, babe?"

Rose shifts her weight and gives a look that says 'really?'

"Call me 'babe' again and you'll never find out," she replies before breaking a thin smile.

"Eh, just saying, Smart-Ass, you and Butterfly need to stop the foreplay and get to the fu--"

"I will thank you to not speak of Miss Fluttershy that way, Fix. She is a dear friend, and should things progress beyond friendship, we will handle the situation as it arises." As of late, the guys have taken to calling Whip-Smart "Smart-Ass", thanks both to his name and his cutie mark. You gotta admit, it's pretty funny...even if Whip isn't as fond of the nickname as the rest of you. He looks at you over his small, rectangular glasses. "Do forgive our colleague for being such a base creature. I would say he's attempting to coerce me into a battle of the minds, but I've never believed it fair to pick on the mentally ill."

The guys laugh, razzing Quick Fix. "Oh shit, Fix! You just got told! And hell, you're probably smarter for it!" Whip cracks a smile, hiding it behind the rim of his mug.

Rose sets the tray down on the table, sliding a frothing mug to each of you. "Alright, boys, settle down now. The party's just gettin' started, right?"

"Dat's da plan," Pipe Wrench answers with a smile. "At least until fancy-boy here passes out."

You knock your drink against his. "Yeah, we'll see about that. I'm twice your size, jackass."

"And twice as ugly! Funny how dat works." A five-bit coin is pushed toward Rose. "Just keep da drinks comin', if ya don't mind. We'll likely be here a while longer."

"You got it, sugar." The southern waitress pushes the coin onto her hoof, then expertly flips it into the black saddlebag hanging off her left side. "And thanks for the tip, always appreciated." She trots off with more than a few gazes following her. After a moment, Quick Fix leans over the table, mug in hoof.

"Hey, all joking aside, congrats, man. You're a good guy, and we're glad you managed to find someone in this messed-up situation you've been thrown into. I don't know if I could do the same in your place, you know?"

You nod back to him. "Thanks, Fix. I appreciate it. Certainly helps that I've had a lot of help along the way, especially from Pipe." You raise your mug to him. "I don't know where I'd be without you, buddy. I appreciate everything you've done for me. And Dazzle, too. You two are like family to me."

Pipe waves a hoof. "Ahhh, don't mention it, pal. I've never been one ta turn down somepony who's down on his luck, and you're no exception. You're just funnier-lookin' than most of 'em, dat's all." He nudges you with an elbow, adding, "how an ugly mug like yaself ended up with a gorgeous lady like Miss Rarity, I'll never know."

You laugh, shaking your head. "I have no idea, either. She's way outta my league."

"She's a looker, dat's for sure." He looks over his shoulder; the others at the table behind you have gone back to talking amongst themselves. He lowers his voice anyway. "So, uh...I couldn't help but notice dat Whip-Smart mentioned Miss Fluttershy. What happened dere? If ya don't mind me askin', dat is."

"Honestly? I'm not entirely sure myself. You remember a few months back, just before Hearth's Warming? Felt down in the dumps and all that? That was when Rarity walked out for the night. I had no idea how things were going to go down after that."

Pipe lets out a low whistle. "Fuuuck, pal. Dat's some heavy shit. Can't say I'm envious."

"Yeah, no kidding. Fortunately, we talked it out like adults and everything was a lot better afterwards. Fluttershy's not really one to hold a grudge, she's far too kind and forgiving for that. She was a little hurt, yeah, but I don't think she ever resented me for it."

"And Rarity?"

"She took a little more convincing, but once she saw that Fluttershy had found it in herself to forgive me, she followed suit not long after. If I had to guess, it's because she was in a position like mine many years ago with Cashmere. I guess neither of us are perfect."

"Ain't nobody perfect. Least of all you or me. So what happened?"

"Well, I proposed a little while later, and it was great. Went perfectly. I knew we had to do something about Fluttershy, but I was just so ecstatic that Rarity had said yes that I didn't think about it for a few days. Fortunately, I got a little help in that department from Whip-Smart himself."

"Really? Whip, of all ponies?"

"Yeah. Fluttershy and I were on our way back from picking up the engagement necklace, and we ended up bumping into Whip. He was on his way to visit his father. He mentioned to Fluttershy that his 'hound' -- more like a yappy little terrier, but whatever -- was feeling sick. And, well...you know how she is. Practically fell over herself to help the little guy feel better. Ever since then they've spent time together here and there."

Pipe chuckles to himself. "Huh. They do seem like a good fit, now dat I think about it. If she was as romantic with Rarity as you said, then she's bound ta be attracted ta somepony who's basically a male version of her. Even if he does tend to get on da nerves at times, heh heh."

"Whip's a good guy. Kinda know-it-all-ish at times, but a good guy none-the-less. I don't think they're romantic just yet, though. Fluttershy still sleeps over with us several nights a week, and her and Rarity are still affectionate, but she's definitely been spending more time around Whip as of late. Can't say I'm too surprised -- took her a long time to get comfortable with us. She's not one to just jump into a relationship."

"Well hey, as long as da little lady's happy, I'm happy for her. Hell, I'm even happy for Smart-Ass! Maybe he'll drop the snooty attitude when he gets frustrated."

"Maybe," you laugh. Looking back at the last two and a half years you've spent in Equestria, it's mind-boggling to think of how much you've been through -- in such a short time, you've nearly died, started a new life in a strange place, made friends and enemies, fallen in love, and secured a good-paying job doing honest work. Not to mention the jealous friends and psychotic stalkers that have plagued Rarity's personal life, and the immense complication of wanting to bring Fluttershy into your relationship. And yet, through it all, you've emerged more confident and content than ever. You still miss your old home and the people you left behind, but you've definitely made the best of your new life. You couldn't be more thankful.

"You're a good man, Pipe. Thanks for giving me a chance." You clap a hand on his shoulder for emphasis. He nods in return, and both of you finish your drinks in short order.

"You're welcome, pal. I woulda done da same for anyone. Just so happens it was you. Dazzle and I are real happy for ya."

Long Haul pokes you in the shoulder. "So you two gonna make out now or somethin'?" The others laugh; you can hear Fix making exaggerated kissing noises. Pipe raises his forelegs up in annoyance.

"Hey, fuck you, Haul! Ya gangly-ass so-and-so! Don't make me come over dere!"

"Don't make a promise ya can't keep, 'sugar'!"

"Oh hey, dat reminds me! I got a crew from Baltimare comin' up ta cover for us next month. Dat means all 'a yous gets ta come with me to da weddin'! If I have ta dress up in a Goddess-damned penguin suit, den everyone has to!"

You perk up at the news. "Wait, you mean everyone gets to come? Really? That's awesome! How'd you manage that?"

"Ya don't work in da industry as long as I have and not make some friends in high places. Sent out a few letters, called in some favors, and bam -- full shift coverage for two days."

"Two days?"

"Yeah! One ta cover da weddin', and da other ta cover da resultin' hangover! Haha!"

You raise your hand for another round of drinks. "I like the way you think, Pipe."

"You know it, pal. Long as you're with me, you're learnin' from da best. Ain't dat why ya want me ta be your 'best man'? Heheh."

"I only picked you because all the other guys still have some sense left in 'em. I figured, hell, you're already married, who better to see me into a life of servitude and depression?"

Pipe Wrench laughs loudly, slapping you on the back with a hoof. "Like I said, ya learned from da best!"

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The view of Canterlot is amazing, even more so than you've seen it previously. The rising sun casts a magnificent orange glow on the gleaming spires and rooftops of the capital city, warming your skin against the cold, morning air of early Spring's Blooming. You inhale deeply, taking in the fresh air. It helps to clear your mind; you haven't slept most of the night, kept awake by the impending marriage ceremony that's due to take place in mid-afternoon at the royal hall.

You were planning on having a simple ceremony, but nothing is ever simple when Rarity is involved. Much to your surprise, you found yourself being put up in one of the tallest spires in the entire city, in a room that is normally reserved for dignitaries and very, very wealthy citizens, thanks to Princess Celestia.

Apparently, an Element getting married is a big deal. So much for keeping things small and quiet. Still, Rarity was overjoyed at the prospect, just as you knew she would be. The way she was talking, you'd have thought she was possessed by Pinkie Pie, constantly chatting about the design and the how it made her feel 'inspired'. She may not be a pegasus, but you'd swear she's been walking on clouds ever since.

All of which has only made the absence harder to bear. Rarity very much wanted to go the route of a traditional Ponyville wedding, albeit spruced up for the fittingly grandiose city you've traveled to. Part of that tradition is the separation of Bride and Groom for three days prior to the wedding ceremony -- something you'd have preferred to avoid. You understand the "absence makes the heart grow fonder" aspect of it, but still...sleeping alone for three days has been a decidedly lonely experience. Not to mention the lack of any intimacy.

But it's what Rarity wanted, and as long as she's happy, you can't complain too much. You wonder what her wedding dress will look like. Hell, you don't even know what your tux is like; it's due to be delivered very soon, but to call it "last minute" would be putting it nicely.

You consider heading downstairs to help yourself to the free breakfast that's been set up for all of the wedding guests, only to imagine being mobbed by dozens and dozens of friends, Rarity's family members, and ponies you've never met.

So much for that idea.

With a stretch and a loud yawn you make your way to the ornate, expensive-looking shower with its gilded shower head and polished crystal door. A quick removal of your well-worn boxers, and the hot shower beckons with a satisfying plume of steam. Despite being decidedly tired, some part of your brain reminds you that you haven't had any physical contact in three days. Soon the rest of your mind decides to join in and, against your better judgment, you end up putting the situation to rest the same way you've been doing it for years. It's not nearly as satisfying as having Rarity do it, but at least you won't have to worry about getting an unexpected rise at your wedding. You are, after all, only human.

A growling stomach reminds you of your other bodily needs soon after. Thankfully, the Princess suite comes with complimentary room service. You look over the menu as you slip back into a custom-made bath robe, wishing you could get some freakin' bacon and sausage on your wedding day. You end up settling for a vegetarian version of Eggs Benedict, but with spinach and feta in place of the usual ham. You miss the meat, but your stomach doesn't care; you scarf it down within minutes of it being sent up to your room, washing it down with half a carafe of fresh-squeezed orange juice.

Six hours to go until the ceremony, and you're starting to worry. There's still no sign of your tux. You're just about to head downstairs and ask what's going on when there's a quiet knock at your door.

"Just a sec!" You make sure your robe is properly tied off and pull open the tall, almost comically large double doors. Even with your height advantage over basically every living thing in Canterlot, the doors still loom over you.

"Oh, um, good morning!" Fluttershy is standing at the door in her favorite spa robe, a clothing bag draped over her back.

"Hey, 'Shy. Surprised to hear from you this early. How's everything?"

"Very good, thank you." She smiles warmly and tilts her head toward the bag. "I brought you something. Rarity said you'd been waiting a very long time for it."

"Hey, my tux! I was starting to worry. Uh, sorry, completely forgot my manners. Please, come on in."

"Thank you!" You close the doors behind her and she walks in, being careful to avoid catching her tail in the door. She looks around the suite in awe, her mouth agape. "Oh, my...this is very nice. I've never seen such a beautiful room before!"

"The Princess set me up. I have to imagine Rarity's is even larger."

"Oh, no, it's actually smaller than this! But, um, that's because Rarity had so much stuff that she had to take a lower floor to fit it all through the door..."

"Sounds about right," you laugh. "How's she doing, anyway? I miss seeing her."

She smiles at you. "She's doing good. Nervous, but excited. And she misses you, too." You grab the clothing bag from her back and hang it in the closet, unzipping the opaque material to take a look.

"She must be frantic right about now, knowing her."

Fluttershy laughs quietly. "Yes, to say the least. I have every bit of confidence that things will be just fine, but good luck telling that to Rarity." She steps up onto the edge of the bed and sits down, letting her long, pink tail hang over the side. "How does it look? Um, the suit, that is."

You let out a whistle at the expertly tailored tuxedo hanging in front of you. "Wow. Not bad. Not bad at all." All in all, it looks pretty much like you'd expect a tuxedo to look, complete with tails and well-made cuffs, but with small touches that could only have come from Rarity -- A small, plastic bag holds a pair of silver cuff links, each shaped into a tiny heart over a horse shoe, an old Equestrian symbol for love. Even the buttons are impressive, silvery and shining against the black suit jacket and light blue undershirt.

Wait, light blue?

You arch an eyebrow at the decidedly unusual color, pulling back the jacket to reveal a small piece of paper tucked into a pocket. You quietly read it to yourself. "I thought you might enjoy something more unique and colorful than that stuffy white, darling. Someone as special and wonderful as yourself deserves an outfit that's equally special! See you soon, my love! Muah!" You look over the shirt again, and have to agree -- it does look nice. A little different, but nice.

"What do you think?"

Fluttershy looks you over as you hold the jacket and shirt up against you.

"It's very nice. I like the color! It's so...fitting."

"Fitting?"

"Mmhmm. Light blue is a spring color, and you're getting married in -- well, you can probably figure it out," she laughs quietly. "Rarity did a great job on it. Um, when are you going to put it on?"

You glance at the ornate wall clock. "Well, wedding's in five hours, and they'll probably want me down there two hours early to go over last-minute stuff and do the whole meet-and-greet thing, so...soon, I guess?" You hang the suit back up. "Honestly, I'm not in a hurry to get out of this robe and into that monkey suit, even if it is really nice."

"M-Monkey suit?"

"Human saying," you chuckle. You motion toward the half-empty carafe of juice sitting on a table. "You thirsty? I have a bunch of orange juice left over from breakfast."

She smiles brightly. "That would be wonderful, thank you." You poor a glass for her and one for yourself, handing it to her as you sit down on the bed beside her. She grasps her between her hooves with a sincere "thank you".

"So, how have you been? Haven't seen you for a few days."

"I've, um, been good. Helping Rarity prepare for the wedding has been a lot of work. She's very...specific about things. You should see the decorations! Well, I-I guess you will anyway, won't you?" she giggles. "I still make a trip back to Ponyville once a day to check on Angel and help the new critters who have come by. It's a long flight, though." She takes a sip of her orange juice, flicking her tail nervously. "Umm...I just wanted to say that I'm really happy for you and Rarity. She loves you so much, and I know you'll make a great couple."

You smile back at her. "Thanks, Fluttershy. I'm gonna do my best to make this relationship work, no matter what. She's everything to me." You place a comforting hand on her back. "I know what you're thinking, and no, it doesn't mean you have to stop staying over with us. We're gonna be gone on our honeymoon for a week, but once we come back I'm sure Rarity will have no problem with you staying with us once in a while again."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude or anything like that."

"I'm sure. Rarity thinks the world of you. Even if we're not, you know...intimate or anything like that...I still consider you to be one of my closest friends. Besides, I've kinda grown used to you being there once in a while. If nothing else, it keeps Rarity from rolling over and drooling on me."

She laughs with a big smile. "I'm glad to hear it."

"That reminds me...how are you finding Whip-Smart? Good guy?"

"Mmhmm. He's very polite! And smart! He does have a fear of heights, though. And he can be a little, um...prone to drama. So in a lot of ways he's like Rarity. But in a good way! Mostly." She giggles. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at explaining these things."

"Well hey, I'm glad you two get along. You've probably noticed, but he kinda has a thing for you."

"Oh, I know. And I do enjoy his company, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to start a relationship just yet. Thankfully he's very understanding about it, and is just fine being close friends for now. At least, that's what he says."

"He's a good guy. If that's what he says, he means it."

Fluttershy is silent for a few moments as she drinks her orange juice. She stares off in thought. "I, um, wanted to thank you. And Rarity."

"Hmm? For what?"

"For being so understanding and patient with me. When I first thought about moving in I was so scared and unsure, but you both treated me like I was one of you. All of the times we went out and had fun, or shared a moment -- those were wonderful. And even if things changed a little, I still think spending my time with both of you has been very enjoyable and rewarding." She laughs, adding, "I guess you did end up giving me some courage, even if it just means spending time with somepony else as a close friend for now."

You smile at her and embrace her in a warm hug. "Glad to be of help, Fluttershy. And for what it's worth, I've enjoyed you being with us as well, through the ups and the downs. You're a wonderful mare, and I feel exceptionally lucky to know you so well." You kiss her cheek and she blushes lightly. "No matter what, you'll always have a place with us if you feel like staying over. You're one of us, after all."

"I appreciate that very much. Rarity has been my very best friend for so long, it's amazing to think that she's actually getting married! Even if you're very different, at least physically, you really seem like you're made for each other. Strange how that works sometimes, isn't it?"

"No kidding. Marriage is one thing, but marriage to a magical unicorn mare...not in a million years would I have ever imagined such a thing just a few years ago. And hey, she has you to help keep her theatrics in check, so thank you for that."

"It's not easy sometimes," she giggles. "But, um, I should probably get going. The girls are going to start wondering where I am, and the last thing you need is to have Pinkie Pie come bouncing through your door. Literally." She hops down from the bed, trotting to the table and setting her glass down. "Thank you for the juice, it was very good. When you get back from your honeymoon, maybe the three of us can get some breakfast. My treat."

"Sounds good. I'm sure Rarity would love to."

"Oh, I forgot to ask...where are you going on your honeymoon to?"

You make a show of looking around to make sure no one is listening. "Promise you won't tell Rarity?"

"Of course!"

"Good. In that case, we're going to...The Crystal Empire."

She gasps, lifting a foreleg. "Really?! Oh, my. Does Rarity know?"

"She has no idea. I've been keeping it a secret, despite her constant attempts to get me to divulge the information. I just told her we're taking a train to our destination. It's probably caused her no small amount of frustration." You laugh at the relentless questions and attempted tricks Rarity has employed to get the destination from you. She's come close a few times, even resorting to a form of blackmail once -- namely, she threatened to not let you finish once she'd gotten you fully aroused unless you told her, but a little coying and playful pleading was enough to work your way out of that one. She's nothing if not persistent...

"Twilight told me that Rarity was absolutely ecstatic when she went there last time. And, uh, she helped you save the world. Again. So there's that."

"She loved it there. The whole place has a special sort of magic that changes how you look. I think even you might look different!"

"Hopefully that's a good thing."

"Whatever the case, I think it's very sweet of you to take her back for a visit. She absolutely adores the city, and she might even have some of the crystal ponies recognize her."

Great, another group of ponies to introduce myself to.

"Okay, I'm going to go now. I still have to try on the bridesmaid dress."

"Yeah, sure thing. The guys are probably downstairs in their tuxes as we speak. Try not to intimidate them."

"I'll try," she laughs. "Okay, I'll see you in a little while. Take care! Oh, and if you see Princess Cadence at the Crystal Empire, tell her I said hello."

"I will, even if I have no idea what she looks like. I'll have to have Rarity help me with that one. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to, knowing her. And thanks for bringing that tuxedo up to me, I appreciate it."

"You're very welcome." With a flap of her wings she lifts into the air and kisses your cheek. "Try not to be too nervous. I'm sure you'll be fine!"

"You telling me to not be nervous? That's a new one." You laugh as you escort her to the door. "Tell the girls I'll be down in a little while. Gotta clean up a little and slip into my suit."

"I will, definitely. See you soon!"

With a final wave you close the door behind her, taking a deep breath. The next time you see someone, you'll be mere hours away from being officially married. The biggest commitment you've ever made. You're equal parts nervous, excited, terrified and overjoyed. Reaching into your suitcase you pull out a photo of Rarity and yourself from over a year ago, during a night out on the town. She looks stunningly beautiful. You can only imagine what her wedding dress will look like. The only thing you're sure of is that it will be absolutely perfect for her.

You set the photo down on the counter, propped up against the corner, as you shave a few days of stubble from your face.

"Love you, baby. Not long now."

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"How do I look?"

"Like shit. But at least you look like shit in a nice suit!"

"Good to know I can always count on you for an encouraging word, Pipe."

"Any time."

The job of meeting and greeting the wedding's numerous attendees has fallen on your shoulders, much as you would prefer otherwise. Rarity had insisted that it's a tradition -- though the not-insignificant stack of Carousel Boutique business cards sitting on the table next to you gives you reason to think otherwise. You give her the benefit of the doubt, figuring that her business concerns are always at the back of her mind, even on an event like today's. Besides, if you can hand out a few cards and help the business grow, there's no harm done. At least you thought to drag Pipe Wrench along with you to share in the pain.

Which doesn't make it any more fun to greet the throngs of guests as they stream through the doors. For every familiar face there's a dozen you've never seen, ponies of all shapes and sizes and colors. Surprisingly, the number of odd looks and sideways glances has been kept to a minimum. Maybe you're not the strange sight you once were after all.

The elite of Equestria seems to have arrived in force, including a familiar stallion with blue hair and his model wife, and quite a few ponies you apparently chatted up at the charity function but completely forgot about. You talk politely with them and breathe a sigh of relief when they finally wander off. It takes over an hour for everyone to arrive and get seated, completely filling up the massive auditorium. Their combined chatter echoes through the spacious room with its vaulted ceiling and intricate stained glass dome.

So much for "small and quiet".

The last group of wedding guests arrives just as you close the doors -- Cheerilee and, surprisingly, Ditzy, along with their mutual friend, Flitter. With the last of the guests taken care of, you and Pipe take a side door back to the groom's waiting area. Only a few others are waiting there for you, namely Whip-Smart and Gridiron, Rarity's father. He's actually dressed very nicely in a formal suit...though his favorite large, straw hat makes it look decidedly less formal. He assures you he'll remove it once the formalities start, but you kinda hope he keeps it on, if only to hear Rarity's reaction to it later.

"How you doin', bud?" Gridiron motions to a stool beside him and Whip-Smart; you take a seat and down an entire glass of water, thankful for something to help clear up the dry mouth you've developed from talking non-stop for over an hour. You let out a satisfied exhale as you finish it.

"Much better now. Surprised to see you in here, Grid. Rarity kick you out?"

"Somethin' like that," he chuckles. "You know da girls, dey don't like us guys hangin' around when they're doin' da whole prettyin' up thing. Besides, if I hear one more conversation about eyeliner and blush powder, I'm gonna take a long walk off a short bridge!"

Pipe smiles at Gridiron's demeanor. It's obvious they're cut from the same cloth.

"Oh, sorry, guess I should introduce you guys. Pipe, this is Gridiron, Rarity's father. Grid, this is Pipe Wrench. He's my boss, and a damn good guy."

"Nice ta meet ya!" They exchange a hoof-bump and immediately start cracking jokes about their respective accents. Apparently, Bucklyn and Minneighsota are just different enough to be unintelligible to the other. You see Whip-Smart roll his eyes from the corner of your vision, no doubt thrilled to have not one, but two stallions in the room who use informal language. You shrug; he'll get over it.

The two take a seat after a few moments. Gridiron leans back against the wall. "Hard to believe dis is actually happenin', huh? My little girl, all grown up and marryin' da stallion of her dreams. And he ain't even a stallion! Heh! Go figure."

You slap him on the back. "For what it's worth, Grid, you've done a hell of a job raising her. She's an amazing mare. I feel like she's way out of my league sometimes, you know? She's everything I could have asked for, and more. I know I'm a little different than what you were probably expecting for her, but I swear I will do everything in my power to make her feel happy and loved. No matter what. I would do anything for her."

He gives a half-smile in return. "I know ya would, bud. I think she's in good hooves -- hands, whatever, heh -- with you. But dis is bittersweet for me, ya know? I'm givin' away my little pumpkin..."

"Hey, come on, now. We're not going anywhere. Rarity loves Ponyville, and the Boutique. All of her friends and family are there. No way she'd up and leave."

"I know, I know. Just thinkin' about how much she's grown up tugs at da ol' heart strings." He places a hoof on your shoulder. "You may be different from what I expected -- taller, for one -- but ya know what? You're a good guy. I know you'll take care of my Rarity, and dat's all I can ask for. And heck, I'm proud to call ya my son-in-law."

"Thanks. That means a lot to me. You and Courtesy are the closest things to parents I have now, you know? You're my family. Officially family, after today."

"Ah, shoot. We just try to do by right by Rarity and Sweetie. Hopefully we do the same for you. Can't say I have much experience with a son!"

"And I can't say I have much experience with a sports-playing pony father, so I guess we're even, huh?"

"I guess so," he laughs. You glance down at your watch; half an hour to go.

"I gotta be honest, you guys: I'm fucking terrified here. This is a huge step for me. How do you do it? Stay happily married, I mean. By all means, share your wisdom."

Pipe is the first to answer. "Alcohol!" he proclaims. "Lots and lots of alcohol, heh heh!"

"Amen to dat," Gridiron adds.

"But seriously, pal, try not to worry about it so much. I know that sounds like an insane proposition right now, what with somethin' like a thousand ponies out there waiting to see Rarity marry your lucky ass, but it's true. You can't just learn this kinda thing from a book or expect your situation to be like somepony else's. Just go with ya gut feelin'. And remember, da missus always comes first. It's give-and-take, but your marriage will be much happier if ya just listen ta what she's worried about, or whatever the case may be. You take care of her, she'll take care of you."

Whip-Smart smiles nervously. "Ah, I wish I had something to contribute, my friend, but I'm afraid I have even less experience in this situation than yourself. For what it's worth, I do believe Pipe and your new-found father-in-law know what they're talking about. I would certainly take their advice."

"Ya don't raise two girls and not learn somethin' from the experience, let me tell you!" Gridiron tips his large hat at Whip-Smart. "If nothin' else, just do what ya can, bud. Marriage ain't easy, but nothin' worth doin' ever is."

Pipe nods his head. "Ain't dat da truth."

==========

"Show time." Pipe Wrench makes a final adjustment to his tux. The small orchestra's fanfare is slowly building into a traditional Equestrian marriage song, one that will mark the beginning of the event. You and your groomsmen -- six in total -- stand behind the entrance door that will soon be opened to the cavernous ceremony room. Gridiron is a ways behind you; he will follow after you've all taken your positions.

"Ya ready, pal?"

"No," you mumble, fidgeting with the bow tie that feels like it's trying to choke you very, very slowly. "Not gonna lie, man, I'm nervous as hell. All those people just sitting there, waiting for me..."

"Hey, come on, don't sweat it. If they didn't care they wouldn't have shown up, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Still..."

"You'll be fine, I promise. And if not, hey, dere's always da reception afterward! All da booze ya can drink, heheh!"

A royal guard pony in shining, golden armor takes his place in front of you. "Once the doors open, we will make our way to the altar. Please stay on the path. Oh, and try not to trip. It's embarrassing."

"No kidding." Three quick raps on the door sound the signal for the ceremony to begin. You give yourself a final once-over. "How do I look, Pipe?"

"Like a guy who's about to get married. Relax, pal. Enjoy it!" Your friends and coworkers echo his sentiment, some more colorfully than others.

The guard pony looks up at you. "Are you ready to begin?" You take a deep breath, mentally bracing yourself.

"Alright. Let's do it." He nods briskly, giving a three-tap signal back to the guards on the other side of the door. The large, ornate doors slowly swing open. The sound of hundreds of guests floods in, accompanied by the orchestral march. The white pegasus guard begins his trot down the walkway, immediately flanked by a pair of identical guards in gilded armor. The each carry a wooden flag pole on their backs, topped with a royal banner -- Celestia's sun, with Luna's moon beneath it and to the side. You follow behind them as the murmuring of the crowd dies down, all of them curious to get a look at the groom. The myriad faces aren't exactly making you feel any more comfortable, but familiar friends in the crowd smile and wave to you, easing things just enough.

For the first time you get a good, long view of the place, a huge room with a massive, stained-glass fresco forming the dome where the arched ceiling ends. It takes your breath away. Everywhere you look, white and purple meets your eye -- streamers, banners, long lengths of intertwined silk. Ponies wave at you from their balcony seats, where you can't help but laugh to yourself at the large, cursive 'R' that adorns the hanging banners.

The altar comes into view as you approach it, decorated with fresh bouquets of flowers and greenery. There's even a pair of everglow bushes on either side. You smile -- it looks like they weren't ruined after all.

Most surprising of all, Princess Celestia is standing behind a low podium, wrapped in a shimmering, golden shawl that's covered in gleaming gemstones. She smiles gently as you notice her.

The guard ponies in front of you come to a halt as one, simultaneously dropping to their forelegs and bowing their heads. You copy them as best you can, taking a knee, followed by your groomsmen. After a moment, the music subsides and all is quiet.

"Please, rise." Celestia's soft voice seems amplified by the room, but still sounds as caring as you remember. You stand back up, clasping your hands together behind your back in the at-ease position you've done so many times in your military career.

"I, Princess Celestia, sovereign of Equestria and caretaker of its people, welcome the groom and his friends." She nods curtly, and smiles. "It is good to see you again."

"Thank you, your majesty." You bow slightly in return, returning her greeting more formally than you might otherwise. After all, she's doing the same. It's all about appearances, you suppose. "I'm honored to have you with us."

"The honor is all mine, I assure you. But please, take your positions." You step to the altar as you've practiced many times before, your friends taking their place off to the side in a staggered line. Gridiron waves from the doorway, finally removing his straw hat. You purse your lips to avoid cracking a smile at him.

The Princess waves a hoof over the crowd, your cue to give the formal words you've memorized. You take a breath and raise your voice.

"In the name of devotion and friendship eternal, I welcome you."

"And we welcome you," the crowd answers as one. It sends a shiver down your back, their combined voices at once overwhelming and amazing to hear.

When you first heard the lines, Rarity tried explaining the meaning to you -- it's not just "I welcome you to this place", it's "I welcome you into my life". The outpouring of support from the gathered masses is really something to behold.

After a brief silence the orchestra starts up once more, this time playing a different song. You glance over at Celestia, who offers you a comforting smile. You did just fine.

The double doors on the other side of the room slowly open, and once again a trio of shining, armored ponies -- grey unicorns this time -- lead the way. You strain to get a view of the procession behind their tall banners. It's not until they make the turn to the final walkway that you manage to get a look. And what you see takes your breath away.

Rarity follows behind the guards, draped in a beautiful, delicate, white wedding dress with golden trim. It flows over her curves and trails along the red carpet behind her, the end held up by the glow Sweetie's light-green magic. A gold-trimmed saddle sits upon her back, each side adorned with blue, white and purple flowers. The engagement necklace you waited so long for, and spent so much time worrying about, drapes perfectly around her neck, front and center against a background of white lace. Your mouth hangs open just a bit as you look her over; she catches your eye and smiles warmly under her thin, white veil. A sudden surge of emotion overcomes you, as if you've just now realized that it's actually happening. You hold back the tears, but just barely.

Rarity's friends take their place behind her as Sweetie trots back to her seat next to her grandparents. The girls look amazing in their matching dresses; the dark, amethyst purple almost looks like it's glowing. Garlands of white and yellow flowers wrap around their forelegs. You smile as they stop in place behind Rarity. Once again, the guards fall to their knees and bow their heads. Once again, the music fades.

"Please, rise," Celestia says. "I, Princess Celestia, sovereign of Equestria and caretaker of its people, welcome the bride and her friends." Rarity curtsies in a flawless, practiced manner.

"Thank you, Princess. It is an honor to have you with us."

"The honor is all mine. Please, take your positions."

One by one, her bridesmaids take their places beside her: Fluttershy, Twilight and Applejack, followed by Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie...and Cashmere. She winks as you notice her, flipping her hair in the same playful way you've grown used to after all this time. She mouths "hello, boy-toy," at you and grins. Unsurprisingly, some of your groomsmen grin back.

Rarity turns to the crowd. "In the name of devotion and friendship eternal, I welcome you all."

"And we welcome you." It's no less awe-inspiring the second time. Rarity steps to the altar, stopping just in front of you. All of you worry melts away in an instant, your entire world becoming the beautiful mare standing before you. She smiles lovingly at you.

"Hello, darling," she says quietly.

"Hi, baby," you answer, feeling an elation you couldn't possibly begin to describe. "You look beautiful."

She blushes at the compliment, sniffling back a tear. Both of you turn to face the entryway as Celestia continues.

"Today, before gathered friends and family, we meet to join these two in love everlasting. In their own, unique ways, they have grown and prospered as individuals. Now, we give them our blessings to do so together, as one. Let us not forget that the very values we hold so dear -- devotion, courage, forgiveness, and love -- are passed down from those who raise and care for us. For that reason, we acknowledge and thank the parents of the bride and groom. Who here will speak on behalf of the bride?"

Courtesy, in a lovely dress, approaches the walkway. "I will, your majesty." You note that her usual beehive hair-do is instead styled into long, flowing curls. Well, now you know where Rarity gets her mane from.

Princess Celestia waits until Courtesy is near the altar. "Very well." She looks over at you apologetically. "I am afraid that, for circumstances beyond his control, the groom's parents cannot be in attendance. Indeed, his presence here today is a bittersweet experience. For that reason, the bride's father has agreed to speak on his behalf."

You turn to watch Gridiron approach. He stops just in front of you, standing beside his wife.

"Heya, bud," he says quietly. You look out at the crowd gathered in their rows, toward the first pews off to the right, where a section has been left empty, at your request, for your family that could not be with you. You choke back the sudden surge of sadness at imagining them sitting there.

"I miss you guys," you whisper.

Celestia bows her head. "Thank you both for being here. I realize the situation is somewhat unusual, but the kindness and support that you have shown both your daughter and her soon-to-be husband over the years is to be commended." They return the gesture, and Celestia asks them to take their seats. She looks over you and Rarity for a moment before continuing.

"When I was first approached by Rarity and Twilight just over two years ago, they had a most unusual request -- they wanted me to help send someone back to his own home, far, far from here. A creature, or more accurately, a person, unlike any I had seen before. Not long before, they had told me, his unconscious form was found near the Everfree forest. In the incident that had brought him here, he was cut, burned, battered, and very nearly drowned. He had clung to life by the smallest of threads, until Rarity stumbled upon him in an amazing stroke of luck."

Many in the crowd murmur and gasp at the retelling of your life in Equestria. Even after so long, it feels strange to hear it again, like distant memories being pulled to the surface.

"Even though I had never met the human who would soon become the very groom you see standing before you today, I sensed something inside of him. Physically different though he may be, in his heart he was just as caring as any pony. He didn't want anything but to return to his own people, his own family. His own life. And so, myself and Princess Luna attempted to send him back.

We failed. The strain of the procedure was too much and, knowing that another attempt could result in severe injury of loss of life, we were unable to return this young man to his own place in the great continuum." Rarity offers a comforting smile, placing a hoof over her chest.

"But...all was not lost. Instead of lying down and spending the rest of his days in sadness and loss, our groom decided that he would make the best of his situation. And so, slowly, he began laying down the foundation for a new life. He took a job that would make him wonderful friends. He paid back the love and support he'd been given, and in doing so became an accepted member of Ponyville's population. Sometimes he would stumble, and he would fall, but with sheer determination he pushed himself back up and carried on. In time, he found his place in our world. And yes...in time, he found love. Somepony very special to me, and to all of Equestria: Rarity."

Celestia looks down at Rarity with warm admiration. "The Element of Generosity. One of the protectors of Equestria, and my dear friend. Do you know I felt something between the two of you from the moment you both walked in to the throne room?"

"I had no idea, Princess," Rarity answers with a bit of surprise.

"Mmm. It was faint, but it was there; a mutual respect born of kindness and gentleness. The very beginnings of a loving relationship. From the moment you stumbled upon him in the forest so long ago, you have been his anchor to this world. The love that you showed him, even in the smallest of ways, blossomed into what you share today. Giving yourself so fully to someone you knew so little about says so much about who you are, and I'm proud to count you amongst my dearest friends. And to think, not long ago you were running a fledgling business in Ponyville. Now look at you: Marrying the love of your life, a hero of Equestria, surrounded by friends and family, and a successful businessmare."

"Quite successful," Rarity answers with a giggle. You catch Cashmere roll her eyes and have to stifle a laugh. "Thank you, Princess. You are simply too kind."

"But I believe you all have listened to me for far too long, when you are all here to see the bride and groom joined in love eternal. To that end, I believe they have prepared their own vows." She motions toward you. "If you would do the honors, sir."

You bow your head in answer. You just hope you've properly memorized what you've written down. After taking a knee to be closer to Rarity's height, you continue.

"The last time I was in this position, I was sweating up a storm, hoping you'd say yes," you laugh quietly. She giggles at you and is all smiles as you begin your vows. "Where do I even begin? Three years ago, if someone would have told me that I was going to be marrying a magical unicorn fashionista, I would have never believed a word of it. I would have laughed the whole thing away. Funny how things change, isn't it?"

"I should say so," she replies. You grasp her hoof in your hands.

"When you found me lying there, on the edge of death, I could have never imagined what it would lead to. I was lucky to simply be alive, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you. You literally saved my life." You think back to your first days in Equestria, the uncertainties and the fears. "Once I realized that I would likely never be able to return home, I was lost. Terrified. How do you go about building a new life when you're not even the same species as everyone else? But you and your friends helped me so much. Twilight helped me find work, the very job I love to this day, and has always been there if I needed to know something about Equestria."

Twilight smiles at you as you look over.

"Fluttershy was so caring and honest, and I've grown to welcome her as one of my closest friends. And Pinkie Pie, well...if it weren't for her, I would have never discovered the joy of chocolate cake bites," you chuckle, joined by many of the gathered ponies in the crowd. Pinkie gives a smile so wide it looks like she's about to burst. "Really, all of you girls have been so helpful over the years, I really can't put it into words. So...thank you. All of you."

You turn back to Rarity, who has to wipe a tear from her eye.

"More than anything else, Rarity, you helped me in finding the one thing I hadn't even considered for a long time after my arrival: love. From that first, nervous moment when I asked you on a date, I've felt like I've been walking on clouds. I mean, consider how I felt: Here I was, this tall, weird-looking human entertaining thoughts of a relationship with a gorgeous mare who was way out of my league. What could she possibly see in me when there were so many others who were closer to her in nearly every way? But I worked up my courage, and I asked, and you said yes, and ever since then it's been like I'm living in a dream. You're beautiful, and charming, and affectionate, and funny, and incredibly smart. You're my everything, Rarity. I couldn't possibly imagine my life without you, and that's why I asked you to marry me on Hearth's Warming Eve. When you said yes, you made me the happiest man in the world. I know everyone says that, but it's true; I've never felt happier, more at peace, than I feel with you."

You touch the necklace dangling from her neck, your voice fluctuating in the moment. You can already see small tears running down her cheeks. You wish you could embrace her right here and now, instead of waiting for the formalities to be over.

"I love you, Rarity. I love everything about you. I love that you're so devoted to helping others. I love the sound of your refined voice and your wonderful laugh. I love how your mane sticks up in the morning before you've had the chance to brush it." You laugh with her, fighting back your own tears. "I love you. You've always said that you're here for me, no matter what. Today, I want to tell you the very same thing: I will always be here for you, honey. Always. Through thick and thin, through whatever life can throw at us, I am, and forever will be, yours and yours alone. I promise."

With a deep breath you stand up once more. Celestia gives you an approving nod; you're just glad you could finally say what you've been wanting to for so long. Rarity reaches a hoof under her veil and wipes her eyes, being careful to avoid smudging her eye shadow.

"Goodness," she says after setting her veil back in place, "that was simply beautiful, darling. I can only hope my own words can match them." After gathering her thoughts for a moment, she begins. "I...I have thought about what I was going to say at this very moment for quite a long time. Weeks, even months. Iteration after iteration, none of them ever really feeling 'right'. How do you even begin to put your undying love for someone into words? I could say that I felt something for you from the moment we met. I could say that I've spent every moment since our first date wishing for nothing more than to be close to you. I could say a lot of things, but I suppose the one thing that really says how I feel, more than anything, is quite simple: I love you, darling. I love you more than I can begin to say. You have become the light in my life, my love and my confidant. You have always been there for me, no matter how harsh our tribulations may seem at times. Through it all you have remained my constant. And to think: were it not for a fateful day and a healthy amount of circumstance, we may have never known each other."

She turns to address the wedding guests. "My dear friends, my beloved family. I owe what I am to you. All of you. Through you, I have grown and prospered. I consider myself lucky beyond comprehension for your continued support. Most of all, I have to thank my beloved mother and father, without whom I may have never taken the chance to open the Boutique with my dear friend, Cashmere."

You get the feeling "dear friend" is a stretch, but at least it sounds good. You glance at Cash to gauge her reaction, but she simply looks back with a shrug.

"Cashmere...I realize we have not always seen eye to eye, and indeed, we have been at one another's throats more than I'd have preferred as of late, but let it not be said that friendship is fleeting. It took a long time, and a lot of introspection on my part -- and, I imagine, on yours as well -- but today I welcome you once more as a friend. It's good to have you back, darling."

"Same to you, Rares," Cashmere replies with a grin that's only semi-smug. For her, it's an improvement. "Good to be back."

Rarity bows her head at her parents seated in the first row.

"Mother and father's guidance and love is the reason I'm standing here today. It is a testament to their kind nature that they welcomed my darling dearest into their lives, with little in the way of apprehension. I feel quite safe in saying that they have become parents to both of us." Her parents wave from their seats, Courtesy wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "And, of course, my sister Sweetie Belle. At odds though we may be at times, I have learned no small degree of patience and love because of our relationship. I'm proud to call you my sister."

A chorus of "awwww" answers Rarity. Sweetie ducks down in her seat to avoid the attention, though her father is quick to squish her face with his hooves and laugh. "Dat's my girl!"

"My love," she says quietly, facing you once more, "I am more fortunate than you can know. To have such a life is no small blessing. But even in the brightest of days, with the love of my friends and the success of my business, it always felt as if there was something missing. A piece of me that had yet to fit into place." She smiles lovingly. "That missing piece was you, darling. If I may be permitted to say such a cliche'd phrase...you complete me. I feel as if I could shout it from the roof tops, and I promise that from this moment forward I will do everything in my power to make you feel the same. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my everything, and I love you."

With your vows complete, Princess Celestia steps forward. A pair of burning candles float from their sconces. Rarity grabs one with her own magic, while you simply grasp the other in your hand. A third, unlit candle levitates between the two of you, bobbing slightly in a cloud of yellow magic.

"With the exchanging of vows, we have but one step remaining before we can welcome our bride and groom as a married couple. If you would both repeat after me, please." You take a deep breath and say the words spoken before you.

"On this most joyous of days, I do solemnly swear to take my place beside you in marriage everlasting, in love eternal, and in devotion undying, for this day, and all of my days to follow, come what may."

With the words said you dip your candles together, lighting the brilliant, magical red flame. It levitates back into a golden candelabra, where small candles on either side slowly light themselves, one by one.

"Just as your love has grown for each other," Celestia states, "so may it grow for all of us. I congratulate you, and officially welcome you as husband and wife."

Your heart soars at the finality of it; you're married. After all this time, all the worry and drama and uncertainties, you've made it. You have a life you can be proud of. A life you could have never even imagined. It almost doesn't feel real. You wouldn't trade it for anything.

"I believe you've waited long enough," she says with a smile. "You may kiss the bride."

For a brief moment you're unsure of how you're supposed to handle the situation, but Rarity comes to your rescue by standing on her hind legs and draping her forelegs over your shoulders, wrapping them around your neck. You lift her veil and stare into her eyes, simply taking a pause to take everything in. If you've ever seen her looking more radiant and beautiful, you can't remember it. Right here, right now, nothing else exists but her.

Then, finally, you caress her head in your hand and pull her toward you. Her lips meet yours in the most sincere, loving kiss you've ever felt. You close your eyes and let the moment linger. You wish it would never end.

The strings of the orchestra pulls you back to reality. All of the attendees are stomping happily for you. Hundreds of them. But all you can see is Rarity. The mare of your dreams. Your life and your love. The very thing worth staying in Equestria for. She nuzzles your cheek and kisses you gently.

"I will always be here for you, my love. No matter what."

Author's Notes:

If you're reading this, then it's probably safe to assume that you've read through the entirety of my not-so-small fanfic, and for that, I thank you. S&B was a long, strange journey, and without fine folks like yourself I probably wouldn't have written nearly as frequently as I did. Much love.

If you're interested in a follow-up to S&B, there's a blog post here that you can click. I talk about the process behind S&B and what I liked and disliked about it, as well as some stuff that didn't make the cut.

Thanks again for reading, and may Celestia be with you. Or Luna. Whichever you prefer.

-Dref