“...so then he says ‘With wings that small, I can’t believe you can do more than glide!’” Scootaloo and Pipsqueak laughed at Spear’s tale, whilst Halberd looked away with a slight blush on his dark brown cheeks. “Aw, come on! At least you got some action that day! Remember the fight?”

Halberd turned back to the group with a smirk and a chuckle, his wings unfurling a little. “Yeah, I remember the fight. What you don’t know is what happened when we fell out the window, ending up in some cave.” Spear just raised an eyebrow at his friend, who carried on walking towards the farm. “Let me put it this way; the fight wasn’t the only piece of action I got, and her wings were awesome.”

“Stallions. Pip, never turn out like that, got it?” The young earth pony gave the mare a quick nod, slipping his hand into hers as they continued on the path. The sound of grunting made their ears twitch, and they turned from the farmhouse and headed towards the barn. They heard the conversation before they got there.

“Come on! Show ‘im what a ‘bolt can do!”

“Don’t let him beat you, Mac!”

“Ah hope yer takin’ notes, Rumble. That’ll be you in a few years.”

“Oh great.” The group of pegasi rounded the corner as a rather painful groan sounded out to find Applejack, Twilight, Applebloom and Rumble leaning against the barn wall, whilst a topless Mac and Soarin stood panting, the large earth pony holding his muzzle.

“Nice hit. But it’s mah turn now.” Spear and Halberd watched in amazement as Mac shot forward with surprising speed, Soarin only just ducking in time to avoid the arm to his head. The two large stallions were trying to work out why he wasn’t using his wings, but the orange furred mare seemed to know what they were thinking.

“It’s to make it fair. How would mah brother be able to fight somepony in t’ air?” They just gave her a nod as Mac gave a powerful kick to the side, connecting with Soarin’s hip. The pegasus’ breath was knocked from his body as he flew to the side, landing in the mud and rolling a few feet. “No… Mac can’t beat him.”

Soarin started coughing, pushing himself to his hand and knees, spitting blood from his mouth. With a small chuckle he stood back up, shaking a little on his feet as his fists came up once more. He smirked as Mac stood over him, head cocked to the side. “Gotta say, yer stayin’ up longer than Ah expected ya to. But yer gonna learn to stay down. Time to finish this.”

Applejack gasped as Soarin closed his eyes with a deep breath, whilst Mac’s arm drew back for a powerful punch, and the entire group’s eyes went wide as the pegasus stallion moved forward, bending backwards under the incoming limb. His legs followed, the acrobatics he employed at the Wonderbolts displays showing as he backflipped, his feet coming into contact with the base of Mac’s muzzle. The pair separated, both falling to their backs in the mud.

They both groaned, Soarin being the first one to manage to stand, declaring him the winner. Twilight walked over and helped Mac to his feet. He paused to shake the pegasus stallion’s hand, and was then guided towards the farmhouse, the unicorn giving a steady stream of mumbles as they left.

“Woohoo, Ah knew ya could do it!” Applejack had taken her shirt off and was waving it around, the other ponies staring in shock as she had forgotten she had not bothered with a bra today, running forward and leaping against Soarin’s chest. He was knocked back to the mud, the mare’s arms wrapping around his neck whilst he placed his hands on the small of her back, their muzzles pressing close in a passionate kiss.

They didn’t even break apart as a rumble of thunder rolled through the air, followed by the pitter patter of softly falling rain, signifying the beginning of the late autumn storm. “Dammit sis, now yer gonna have to have another shower! We ain’t got time to waste, t’ train leaves in two hours!” They separated with their cheeks blushing as they remembered the audience, Applejack hiding her breasts behind her arms as she walked towards the house.

Soarin noticed the two pegasi stallions staring at him in wonder, and walked between them, stopping at their backs. “Make sure you two treat your mares properly, or you’ll get the same. Understood?” They gave him an affirmative nod, then the whole group followed him inside, just in time as the heavens really opened up.

Half an hour later, three now clean ponies joined the others at the front door, grabbing a few umbrellas. Pip just stood as close as possible to Scootaloo, because the rain always made way for her. That, and he only left her side if he had to, which caused their parents to have an endless supply of teasing material. The group made it to the station just in time, meeting with Spike and Sweetie Belle’s friends and families, moving into the private carriages they had previously booked.

Spike took a deep breath before forming his lips into a seal around the tube. Rumble gave a small chuckle as he opened the valve, the concoction of alcohol awaiting to be drained in the funnel heading down into the tube. The young drake’s eyes slammed shut as the taste hit him, and he started to quickly swallow the liquid.

It proved too much for him; he pulled away whilst coughing, and a hand patted him on the back. “Well done, son. You took more than I thought you could. Now let your father show you how it’s done.” Panting to get his breath, Spike sat back in his chair whilst Mythic Flame took hold of the tube. The funnel was refilled from the large jug, filled with a mix of whatever was stocked behind the bar.

He didn’t even last as long as his son, who just chuckled when the mix was spat into the waiting bucket. “‘Show me how it’s done’, huh dad?” The stallion just grunted, whilst the beer bong was discarded for the time being. Another round of non-mixed drinks was placed on the table, the group grabbing one each.

Spike’s chair was then spun around to face one side of the bar, where a curtain had been draped over the door. A long, slender leg came though, a high heeled sandal on the foot. The dragon’s gaze drifted along it, and he licked his lips when he reached the top of the stockings. The pony then appeared, revealed to be a grey pegasus mare with darker grey mane.

Spike was confused at the time, knowing it was the same colour palette as his pegasus friend, but in his semi drunk state just chalked it up to random coincidence. The mare turned to reveal very short black skirt, the bottom of her pink panties showing, and a tight black tank top, squeezing her breast tightly against her chest.

Spike’s arms were suddenly grabbed and forced to the side, where they were cuffed to his chair, ensuring he couldn’t move the limbs. The music in the bar changed to something a bit more upbeat, the mare walking around his chair as she ran a hand over his shoulder. The drake did his best to keep a clear head, but he couldn’t stop the shudder going through his body at the contact.

The mare walked in front of him, swaying her hips, and her tail flicked across his snout. She then stepped back and sat on his legs, sliding along them. The drake willed his body to stay calm, but it didn’t listen, and she let out a gasp when she felt something. She leant back against him and wrapped a hand around his face. “So, looking forward to the big day?”

Spike’s eyes went wide in horror as he recognised the voice, turning his head to see the grinning face of Rumble. He let out a loud, fillyish scream and tried to stand up, throwing the pegasus stallion from his lap. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” The group just bust out laughing, Pip helping Rumble back to his feet.

“What, we can’t have some fun? Anyway, here’s your treat.” Spike looked to the curtain as it twitched again, this time a pony that he was certain was a mare came out, due to the fact she wasn’t wearing much. She smirked as Rumble passed her with a wink, and immediately moved forward to hop into Spike’s lap, stroking his cheek.

“Well, look who we have here, this should be fun.” She just grinned at the stunned look on Spike’s face. “The great and powerful Trixie has to pay for the re-erection of cultural heritage somehow...” She started to roll her crotch around on his thighs, whilst his eyes roamed over her body. She stood back up from him and moved her hands to the side of her breasts, pushing them together and enhancing her cleavage as she bent at the hips towards him.

Her fingers danced across her chest to the small gem between the cups, and then they came apart, the mare covering her assets with her hands. She slowly drew them down her body, the dragon’s gaze lingering on her chest for a moment, before it followed her limbs to where her fingers slid around the hem of her panties.

She lifted a leg up and placed it on his shoulder, sliding forward until her covered marehood was inches away from his snout, and he could see her fingers running over her nethers. Trixie gave a small giggle as the chains of the cuffs rattled, Spike attempting to grab her with his claws. The unicorn the shifted away from him, flicking her tail over his face as she turned around.

His eyes locked on her rump as she bent forwards, sliding her panties down her thighs, her tail hiding her privates from him. One leg was removed from her underwear, then the other one flicked up, the item of clothing landing in Spike’s lap.

She then brought her other leg up over his shoulder, moving closer to this snout, her scent causing him to let out a low groan, her hands running up the inside of his thighs. She straddled his crotch, rubbing herself over the bulge in his pants, and leant forward, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling it into her bosom.

Mythic took the chance to use his camera, the dragon giving a small groan when Trixie pulled away, and he spotted the lens pointed at him. The music track ended, the mare standing with a wink as she collected her clothes, her tail swishing from side to side and her hips swaying as she left the room, eyeing up the other stallions.

The sound of a scroll appearing cause Spike to turn to his father’s device, one of the new magical ’instant print’ models. The unicorn stallion chuckled and then showed his son, whose eyes went wide. Then Shining Armour came over and whispered into Mythic’s ear, both stallions snickering. “Dad… what are you doing?”

He just grinned at the drake, his horn glowing and grabbing something from the bar. He then moved in front of Spike, rolling the picture up and holding it in front of him. The stallion’s other hand was placed in front of his son’s snout, which twitched as he smelt pepper.

Spike tried to pull his head away, but found it held still by multiple hands, more pepper assaulting him. The group’s idea worked, Spike closing his eyes as he sneezed, a burst of green flame sending the picture exactly where he didn’t want it to go… ever.

Sweetie Belle gave a giggle as Rarity tried to use a street lamp to dance around, but ended up on her flank instead, her short blue dress riding up her thighs and revealing her pink panties. She wouldn’t have tried it if Scootaloo hadn’t decided to do so with another lamp on the other side of the street. The only mare not tipsy enough and still able to render assistance was Princess Cadance, who had promised not to let things go too far.

The alicorn helped the unicorn to her feet, then started down the street with the rest of the group, eventually making it to the Canterlot Theatre. They were running a little early, so they moved to the bar once they entered the building. There were a few more groups of mares sat around in there, and all chatter ceased when they saw the newcomers were joined by the princesses.

The group ignored the stares and ordered themselves some cocktails moving to one of the corner booths once they all had a drink. Sweetie Belle looked around at the other groups, seeing one mare in each that had her own veil. She didn’t know why they had come to the theatre, but was impressed with the building that emulated the classical style of pre-Nightmare-Moon era. It had to be rebuilt after some magician burnt it down in a firework accident.

“Good evening, everypony. Could I ask you to make your way to your seats, the show will start soon.” The young unicorn went to stand, but Celestia stopped her, letting the other groups go first. Her group then stood, the sashes over their shoulders reading ‘Little Marshmallow’s Bridesmaids.’, and moved back to the bar.

They got two more cocktails each and then entered the auditorium, an usher checking their tickets and guiding them to their seats. They were in the front row, with Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Applebloom in the centre. At first the mare of the night was worried that the three alicorns would block the views of those that were behind them, but their seats were slightly lower down. “Enjoying your drink, Sweetie Belle?”

She took a sip of it and nodded to her sister, who just smirked at her. “I’m glad. After seeing it on the list, and knowing you liked them, I had to get you a Screaming Orgasm.” Sweetie Belle’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, even when she turned to the announcer on stage.

“Good evening, every mare!” The crowd mostly cheered, whilst there were a few boos, causing the mare on stage to grin widely. “And of course, to those few stallions in the house.” The cheers they got were ranged for deep to effeminate, but Sweetie Belle just blushed harder as one of the mares behind her whispered into her ear.

“And what would Spike say to you being here, Miss Belle?” She glanced around, finding Velvet sat behind her, a soft smile on her face. “I assume he is having his own night with friends?”

“Yeah… I hope he’s having fun.” Their attention returned to the stage as the announcer left and the lights turned down, leaving a single spotlight on the black curtains. They parted a little to allow a stallion to appear, dressed in the armour of the Royal Guard.

“Sister, do you know where he got that?” Celestia leaned closer to Luna and shook her head.

“No, but it is a convincing replica.” The curtains were drawn apart to reveal another ten stallions, all dressed the same. Deep bassy music started, the performers on stage beginning to move their bodies in time. Their right arms shot up at a particularly loud drum beat, then to their pants.

There was a lull in the music and everything went quiet. They then ripped their pants off when the music started again the audience cheering as the stallions’ legs became visible. Sweetie Belle felt her cheeks get warmer as the stallion at the centre moved to the edge of the stage, her eyes locked on his bulge as it bounced around in front of her. Luna giggled and turned to look at Celestia with a coy smile.

“That is no replica, it is royal armour. I recognise that package.” There was a sudden burst of smoke with a green sparkle followed by a gold flash. Celestia caught the scroll in her magic and unrolled it, letting Luna see the content as well. "So that's why she hasn't read the books I assigned her to yet!"

“Lulu, do you know who that is?”

“Um, yes. I… have taken my own student. But I believe Miss Belle will want to see this, no?” Both alicorns giggled as they passed it up the line, where one of the mares let out a surprised gasp.

“Trixie? But… what? Although, her equipment sure is something…”

“And how do you know it is Trixie, my dearest Twilight?”

“Um…” The lavender unicorn let out a sheepish giggle, then let the photo move to the mare in the centre of the group, who burst out into giggles, making a small comment about it being fair, one of the stallions on stage now walking along the front row and selecting the brides-to-be, whilst the others set chairs out on the stage.

Mythic Flame stood behind Spike with a proud smirk on his face, the young dragon looking smart in the tuxedo Rarity had made him for the occasion. The unicorn stallion, along with Rumble and Pipsqueak, were wearing the same thing, altered for pny frames. The drake gave a deep sigh, causing his father to put his hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be fine, son. The weather is perfect, you’ve got a brilliant spot, and a loving mare waiting out there. Stop worrying.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I bet you weren’t this nervous.” The stallion gave a slight chuckle, straightening Spike’s tie and buttoning his blazer up.

“Really? Whilst Sweetie Belle’s father can do magic, it doesn’t beat a fire breathing dragon. I was so worried I’d say something offensive and get roasted for it. But as I am still here today, things went well. Now come on, let’s get out there.” Spike took a deep breath as he looked himself over one last time, then turned with his father and friends, leaving the small building they had been granted the use of. He paused for a moment as he heard a thud upstairs, hoping thing were going well for Sweetie Belle.

Things, were in fact, going much better than expected. Velvet had turned up about an hour ago, carrying a bag from The Crop. Rarity had then informed Sweetie Belle that whilst she had indeed made the dress, Velvet had made the bride’s underwear, which was much more durable for their… ‘activities’. Even if it was a sly attempt to embarrass her, Sweetie Belle loved the thicker-than-normal lace, her panties, bra, suspenders and stockings feeling extremely comfortable.

The young unicorn gave a happy hum as Vidala Swoon finished with her mane, and set her veil on top of her head. Powder Rogue stepped forward and applied some makeup to the mare, then pulled the veil down over her face. Sweetie Belle was sitting with a happy smile on her face as Photo Finish took a few photos, knowing her male assistant would be doing the same with the drake and stallions the floor below.

The bride-to-be couldn’t be more grateful to Fluttershy, the whole service of the fashion pony’s be provided for free due to the pegasus mare’s history with her. She was still refusing the requests to go back into modelling. Once done, there was a knock on the door and it opened a little, Magnum poking his head in. “Everything ready?”

Sweetie Belle slipped her feet into her white heels and stood up, accepting the bouquet of flowers from the waiting Applebloom. She and Babs Seed were stood in long, flowing lavender dresses, with the only differences being that the farm pony’s was larger around the waist. Scootaloo gave a small gasp of surprise and rushed from the room, causing the other mares to giggle.

The door was opened all the way and Sweetie Belle stepped out with her father, moving to where the white trellis arch entrance to the garden had flower threaded through it. She couldn’t see in due to the the hedge height, and they remained standing just off the path.

Spike let his gaze drift over the ponies seated in the area of the garden, friends and family from Ponyville and Canterlot on the same side of the red carpet as he stood, underneath the tree where he first kissed the mare that would be along in a few moments.

The first two seats in the front row were where his parents were seated, Omoroca’s head upon Mythic’s shoulder, and then his friends from Ponyville sans Rumble and Pipsqueak, who were stood next to them. The next few rows were ponies he knew from Canterlot. On the other side of the carpet sat Garden Wishes, the chair next to her remaining empty for the moment, Rarity on her other side next to Blueblood.

The next couple of rows were the other mares and their partners, then some of Sweetie Belle’s friends from Ponyville. There were even a few at the back, standing as there weren’t enough chairs to go around. Scootaloo came in as fast as her shoes would allow, hoping to hay that there were instructions on what to say at the lectern.

Celestia, Luna, Cadance and Armour sat to one side, and the solar alicorn gave the pegasus mare a nod. She in turn nodded to a group of ponies at the back who started to play music. The seated audience stood and turned to face the aisle, and the procession entered.

Sweetie Belle gasped in surprise at the amount of ponies in the garden her steps faltering a little. Magnum noticed and patted her hand, the pair then walking towards the enraptured dragon. Applebloom and Babs followed a moment later, blushing at the attention the single young stallions were giving them, even if it wasn’t going to be returned.

The group stopped under the tree, where Magnum offered his daughter’s hand to Spike, who reached his own shaking limb up and accepted. He instantly felt Sweetie Belle’s racing pulse, relaxing a little as he realised he wasn’t the only one that was nervous.

With a wave of Scootaloo’s hand the ponies, and one dragoness, with a seat sat down, Spike and Sweetie Belle turned to Scootaloo, who took a deep breath. “Mares and gentlecolts, we are gathered here today to unite these two ponies in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their private devotion to each other. A good and balanced relationship is one in which neither pony is overpowered nor absorbed by the other, one in which neither pony is possessive of the other, one in which both give their love freely and without jealousy.”

Scootaloo then looked over at Celestia, who nodded for her to continue with the next part. “Is there anypony here today that objects to this union?”

“Depends if he wants another lapdance from a stallion!” Spike’s eyes went wide, having no clue who said that, refusing to meet the gaze of the males laughing behind. Even the alicorn sisters were giggling. Scootaloo just shook her head and continued.

“If there is nopony with good reason, we will now hear the vows.” Spike and Sweetie Belle turned to face each other, hands held in one another and gazing into each others eyes.

“Sweetie Belle, for a long time my heart has belonged to you, but it is only recently that I have wanted it be so forever. There is no mare that could ever take me away from you. I, Spike, promise to love and support you, Sweetie Belle, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humour, and passion.” He turned to Rumble, who reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring with the green gem on it, and taking it from his best stallion Spike slipped it onto Sweetie Belle’s finger. “With this ring I thee wed.”

“Spike, for as long as I have known you I saw you as very special and as the years went I realised being just your friend wasn’t enough. You showed me how beautiful love is and I know I want to spend my every moment only with you. I, Sweetie Belle, promise to love and support you, Spike, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humour, and passion.” She turned to Applebloom, who passed her the ring from the little lavender purse she was carrying. The unicorn slipped the gold band over Spike’s finger. “With this ring I thee wed.”

They kept facing each other as Scootaloo read over the last part, then looked up at the two gaze-locked lovers with a smile. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Spike lifted up Sweetie Belle’s veil, seeing small wet streaks down her cheeks, a light green eye shadow bringing out her eyes even more, and a light shade of pink on her lips. They closed their eyes and moved closer, their lips connecting in a soft, passionate kiss as they joined hands once more.

The newly weds turned.to face the audience as a set of bells rang out somewhere in the city, and they walked through the crowd as confetti was thrown over them. Applebloom and Babs Seed followed, escorted by Rumble and Pip, something which Scootaloo had reluctantly agreed to, as well as performing the ceremony under protest.

They made it into the street to find a royal carriage awaiting them, two earth ponies guards ready to pull it. Spike chuckled as he looked up at the banner that Button Mash had just unfurled over the arch, Sweetie Belle giggling as he read the words aloud. “Achievement unlocked: Marry a Mare.” Underneath it was another one, reading; ‘Achievement locked; Rarity to Marry Blueblood’.

That earned a gasp from Dinky and a slap to his cheek, whilst the drake helped his new wife into the open topped carriage. She smiled as the mares gathered in front of her, then turned around and threw the flowers over her head. She looked over her shoulder with a smirk as the crowd gasped, seeing them held in Babs Seed’s hands.

“Oh great, Mr Seed is going to kill me.” The group of stallions spread apart, revealing the paler than usual face of Featherweight. Sweetie Belle giggled as she sat down, Spike climbing up next to her, and then the carriage began to move.

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination, but the couple grew confused as they passed the castle entrance, entering one of the more middle class areas of Canterlot. The carriage pulled to a stop outside a decent sized three storey house with a large garden, two royal guards waiting at the gate. Spike got down first, then helped Sweetie Belle down, turning to the guards, one of whom stepped forward. “Welcome to your new home.”

The drake accepted the envelope from him, tearing it open to reveal the deed to the building, which did list them as the owners. Sweetie Belle gasped as Spike picked her up, then walked towards the door. The key was already in the lock, so he bent down to let the mare open it, then carried her across the threshold. The lobby was nothing like she had seen before whereas the drake had, having spent time at Twilight’s parents’ house. “It’s… amazing.”

Spike chuckled as he set her down to go look around, pulling out the card that was placed behind the deed. “Dear Spike and Sweetie Belle, we didn’t know what to get you for wedding presents, so we all got together and came to a decision. Hope you like it.

]PS: Check the door under the stairs before Sweetie Belle does. Twilight.’”

He walked back out into the lobby at the right moment, as his mare was just opening the door he was directed to. A light came on automatically, and Spike heard her heels echoing on the wooden stairs, so he followed her down.

He heard her gasp when she reached the bottom, and his eyes went wide, seeing a small card hanging in the centre of the room. Sweetie Belle moved forward and took it, giving a small giggle as she read it out loud. “To the new happy couple, we hope you enjoy the fungeon. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do, Velvet and Strap’.” Spike walked over and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the back of her neck.

“Let’s make sure that door stays locked. Wouldn’t want the kids coming in.” She gasped again, turning to look at him with wide eyes. “That’s if you want any.” His answer came in the form of a passionate kiss, which they broke apart at the sound of somepony clearing their throat at the top of the stairs.

“Excuse me, but we really must be going. We’ll be late to the reception, and the guests should be there by now. Taking a deep breath each to calm themselves, they then walked back up. Sweetie Belle went first, Spike giving a chuckle as she lifted her dress up and showed him her underwear.

The main reception hall of Canterlot Castle was a hive of activity, staff moving around to ensure everything remained perfect. The sound of fanfare rang out, and the staff scrambled out of the way, the doors opening to reveal the young couple, arm in arm and all smiles. The guests stood from their seats as the pair entered, making their way to the head table.

Spike pulled Sweetie Belle’s chair out for her like a true gentlecolt, then sat in the one next to her. To his right was Garden Wishes, followed by Mythic Flame and then Applebloom. To Sweetie’s left was Magnum, Omoroca, and Rumble. The young drake nodded to the guests who then sat down, the wedding meal being served.

Once done, there was the sound of a glass being tapped, causing a lull in the conversations around the room as Magnum stood. “Mares and gentlecolts, thank you all for coming today to see my beautiful filly marry this charming young dragon. When I first heard about their relationship, it is easy to say I was not too happy. Hay, the guards would have had to come after me!”

That earned a chuckle from the few guards in the room, the unicorn stallion moving to stand behind the couple and put his hand on Spike’s shoulder. “Over time, I got to know this dragon, and found him to be a charming and intelligent young fellow. Then I heard about his birthday present for my filly’s eighteenth.” There was a giggle from one of the tables near theirs, where Blueblood glanced around nervously, before whispering to Rarity.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’ll tell you later.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned back as her father continued.

“Even though it was only last year, I can see how much their love for each other has grown, and therefore I am proud to welcome Spike into my family. I propose a toast to the happy couple.” Drinks were raised with a chorus of cheers, and then the dragon stood up, shaking the stallion’s hand, who then returned to his seat, leaving all attention on Spike.

“Thank you, Magnum. Today… has been the most wonderful day of my life, not only spent with family and friends, but because the mare of my dreams accepted me to be hers forever. Most of you know about the foalish crush I used to have, and once I got a bit older I realised that’s all it was.” Rarity acknowledged his regretful smile with a nod, then looked to her sister.

“She then helped me get over her, by setting up a blind date. I was really nervous, and was led to the garden where we have just been today. I wasn’t expecting to find Sweetie Belle waiting for me, a cute blush on her cheeks. By the end of the evening I realised I had been after the wrong pony for years. I took a chance that day, and asked her to be my marefriend. A few months ago, I took another chance. Today she has made me the happiest dragon in Equestria, and I would like you all to join me in a toast to the most beautiful mare in the world, Sweetie Belle, and to say thank you to our best stallions and bridesmaids.”

The unicorn mare blushed a little at the cheers thrown in her direction, taking Spike’s offered hand and standing, the pair meeting in a soft kiss, the drake sitting down once they broke apart. All eyes were then directed to the bride, who took the groom’s hand and drew his confidence to her. “Well, what can I say to follow that up? For a long time, I knew how he felt. I always liked Spike, but as I got older those feelings seemed to grow. They blossomed into something I didn’t understand, so I went to see my sister.”

“Next thing I know, I’m hauled off on a train to Canterlot, stuck in some clothes shop whilst a dress is made for me, and then taken to some random garden. If I had known what I would find there, then my sister wouldn’t have needed to force me; it was a dream come true. When Spike first asked me to marry him, I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t answer. He asked me again in a more intimate setting, and of course I said yes. Even if he has scales instead of fur, he has still made me the happiest filly ever today, and there isn’t anything I won’t do for him. Spike, I love you.” She pulled the drake to his feet and kissed him passionately as the crowd cheered, then settled down as Rumble stood.

“Mares and gentlecolts, thanks for coming here today to see one of my friends give his life up.” The pegasus winked at the pout Sweetie Belle was giving him. “Where to start? I guess I’ll start with the groom. I’m not sure when we moved from acquaintances to friends, but I haven’t looked back since. Knowing somepony who’s older than you and lived in a library, it’s pretty awesome for pranks.” He and Spike shared a small chuckle at their antics, even the times they got caught. “Oh, and Sweetie Belle? Spike will like it if you sit on his lap and slide backwards.” She turned with a confused frown as the dragon growled lightly, whilst Rumble just waved over and blew a kiss at him, turning his attention to the unicorn mare..

"My dearest Sweetie Belle, you may get Spike into a yoke now, but remember who usually holds the leash. What else can I say? You positively glowed out there today, and Spike is a lucky dragon to have you. We all know that sometimes these two lovers have been too tied in the moment, as well as other kinds of tied, and that it has been hard for them to voice their opinions in articulate words in some situations…”

Sweetie Belle blushed hard as her father turned to her with a raised eyebrow at the further suggestive comment, her worried eyes turning to the pegasus. “But they’re the perfect match for each other, and I wish them a happy and long life together!” During the following applause, a few of the staff came out then with a large tray between them, something sticking high into the air, with a cloth covering it.

Spike and Sweetie stood and walked around to the table where it was placed, reaching up together and removing the cover. They both gasped out loud as they looked over the five-tiered, large white cake, with two small figurines on top. They matched the couple perfectly, and they smiled in appreciation to the table where Mr and Mrs cake sat with Pumpkin and Pound Cake.

Spike reached up and took hold of the bride figurine, bringing it down and glancing between it and Sweetie Belle, then moved it up to his muzzle, taking a sniff as he kept his eyes locked with the mare. Sweetie Belle giggled when the figurine of the unicorn mare came away from the dragon's tongue, the area between its legs darkened from his saliva. She used her magic to grab the small dragon and held it up. Spike grinned at her, awaiting what she would do, and she smiled sweetly at him... then she bit its head off.

He shook his head and passed the waiting knife to new wife and wrapped his hand over hers, whilst she turned and pressed her back against his chest. They smiled at the camera as Photo Finish took a few pictures, then both pressed the blade through the first tier. Two slices were cut and the pair returned to the table, nodding to Mr Cake, who then stood and began to slice it for the guests.

Spike chuckled as he held up his slice to Sweetie Belle and she took a bite of the end, giving a nod. She lifted her slice up and he went to sample it, but Garden Wishes pushed the back of his head, smearing the cake over his snout. The two mares giggled, but Spike just shrugged and let his long tongue come out, wiping his face clean.

Pumpkin and Pound approached the head table, setting plates down for the other ponies around the happy couple, then quickly headed back to where their father was still stood. Working together, the colt and filly quickly supplied a slice of cake to each of the wedding guests, then returned to sit with their parents, slices waiting on the plates, whilst the flash of a camera filled the reception hall.

Spike turned around as he felt a tap on his shoulder, seeing Mythic Flame and Magnum waving him away. He got up and followed them to the side, where they looked around and then passed an envelope to him. He slid his claw along one edge and a couple of tickets slipped out. He looked up at the stallions, who just nodded at him, then pointed back to Sweetie Belle.

The drake wordlessly, still in slight shock, made his way back over to his mare, passing her the items. Her eyes went wide as her head whipped around, seeing his and her parents smiling over at them, then looked at the tickets again. “Spike… these are Colterado Springs Resort passes…”

“I guess they are. We’ll thank them later, for now…” He offered the mare his hand, and she glanced at the empty end of the hall to see the staff drawing the curtains in the evening, then stood with him, a smile on her face. They moved to the dance floor as a spotlight shined on them, standing close together and gazing into each others’ eyes.

As soon as the music started, the couple began to slowly move across the marble floor. Once the first track had played other couples joined them, Sweetie Belle swapping to Mythic Flame as Spike took Garden Wishes’ hands. The drake gave a small chuckle when he noticed the cake twins dancing with Scootaloo and Pipsqueak.

“What the hay is goin’ on over there?” Both he and Mac followed Applejack’s gaze, to where Rumble and Applebloom were stood on the balcony, talking away. The worst part of it was that there was no body contact, which gave to elder siblings cause for worry. They made their way closer, stopping at the edge of the open curtains, only just able to hear the conversation over the music.

“...but are you sure? I mean, yeah, I can see you’ve gotten larger, but how do you know?”

“Ya better not be callin’ me fat. T’ reason Ah know… Ah went to see t’ castle doctor this mornin’, an’ they confirmed it.” Applejack breathed a sigh of relief as her sister took the pegasus’ hand in hers, but then her eyes went wide as she placed it over her stomach. “Rumble… ain’t it wonderful?”

“Uh huh…” The sound of feedback caused them to look in the reception hall where all the guests were watching eagerly, Pinkie lying on the floor with a microphone. Rumble shook his head from the shock and tilted Applebloom’s muzzle up, giving her a soft kiss. “It’s a beautiful thing, Applebloom.”

“Mac, remember that shotgun thingy o' pa's?” The pair turned to the glare the elder earth pony mare was giving them, the stallion behind her mirroring her expression with his arms crossed.

“Eeyup.”

“Go get it, we got us another weddin’ to have.”

Author's Notes:

The rainy kiss of SoarJack.

You'll just have to imagine a suit and wedding dress.

And there we have it, the end of our Cutie Mark Crusaders Non Escape Artists.

Yes, more could have been added, but I have been struggling to get things into this one.
I honestly think I won't be doing a sequel to this, but that isn't a definite no.

If you are interested in writing a story in this Bondageverse, then you have my permission.
All I ask is that you let me know so that I can see what you do with the relationships and ponies
I created in this story.