Twilight and I waited around for a few days before we started moving stuff over to our private chambers in the newly dubbed ‘Arcadian Castle’, as christened by me. My ‘fiance’ liked the name since Arcadian Magic was her favourite period to study since there was so little known about it. Coincidentally it happened to have occurred around eight or nine thousand years ago. In other words, the name I just thought was cool was most likely accurate as fuck. Sometimes I hate Equus. I really do.

Anyway, getting Adstus to pack up all their shit so they could come live with me somewhere else was a pain in the arse like no other. Starshine whined like an especially pussified Chihuahua and Crimson was a broody little bitch about the ordeal. Iron and Swift were cool individually, but they were going through a rough patch in their relationship at the moment. Swift was still upset about Iron being so thoughtless and Iron used the thorn in his side that is the incident where I basically called him a dumbass to fight back when he started being unfair with his attitude. I’d already gotten them sat down and talked things out, but they were still feeling hurt from their own words. A colder person would have told them to break it up entirely, but that would make me a piece of shit by my own standards. If I was split up from Twilight for having one fight, I’d still see her, and I’d send the shitbag that did it to the Moon and hope he asphyxiates with a beautiful view. That being said, there’s no way in Hell I could tell them to end it in good conscience, so I decided to let them work it out for themselves and clean up their mess if things got ugly.

The life of a leader, mate. Kinda sucks.

Twilight was able to get her entire house packed in two days, but that was because she didn’t bother listening to me and my sensible suggestion. Instead of having to move everything by hand, wagon, movers: whatever you may have, I had the bright idea (If I may say so) to just stroll around the Castle and steal the things I wanted to put somewhere from my house. My True Theft negated the weight of whatever object it was that I wanted, so the main problem was that I needed a good handhold on whatever it was that I was trying to grab. My dressers were built into the walls around my room so I couldn’t move them, but I did pull all of my drawers from them and start putting them into my half of our new room. It was much faster than Twilight’s method of putting everything in boxes and then teleporting them to the Castle, but she was feeling stubborn ever since she pretty much denounced Night Light as her father.

It’s a little troublesome when I have to try and convince her that we don’t need to hire gardeners for plants that are magically kept in shape, or when we butt heads over who gets which side of the room. For the record, I wanted the left side because that was the trend the entire Castle was aligned with, but Twilight was worked up about it. It’s not like it’s taxing to stay calm while she’s riled up over little things; the only thing she usually needs is a kiss to calm down. She’s been getting better day by day as we take on more of the duties involved with filling a fucking Castle, so I’m hoping she goes back to relative normality soon enough.

Spike is pretty hyped about getting his own wing in the Arcadian Castle, despite my warnings about letting the whole thing go to his head. My little brother is a good kid at heart, but he’s addicted to being served. Honestly, I think it’s because Twilight made him do pretty much everything for her over the years, but I’ll be gagging on my own guts before I say that to her. All it would do is make her feel bad and that just ain’t the plan. Sadly, that does mean that we’re probably going to have to deal with Spike getting a bit ‘Blueballs-y’, as I like to call it, but we’ll tackle that one on down the road.

When I got my shit out of my modest mansion and into my ridiculous Castle-

... My life is fucking weird. I’ve said that multiple times. It’s still true.

Like I was writing; I got my shit moved. Shortly after I got the last of my things put away, I decided to make a visit to Blue and Onyx to check up on them and see how they were doing, and the weather was perfect for a nice long walk. As had become the norm in the past few days, aA lot of people either bowed or curtsied when I walked by. At the time of me writing this, I’ve already talked to Mary about calling a town meeting on the subject with Twilight and I being the presiding council. Neither of us are terribly fond of the people in our own home showing obeisance to us, and after a long talk with the girls, we got them to stop doing the same thing.

I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but I’ve been personally manning my share of the Castle affairs, though that’s not to say Twilight hasn’t been doing the same thing. I was in charge of the Arcadian Guard, our Operatives, our Spies, and taking care of the animal visitors. Aurum was invaluable when it came to picking out who was the best suited to do what, making things a lot easier on me. Fancy was called out of retirement to become the Captain of my Guard, and when we met to discuss it, he was happy to pledge fealty to me and to be knighted under the Arcadian flag.

Little side note: Noir went from being a Knight of Guile to being an Arcadian Knight. Side note over.

Onyx was… Well, he reacted to my proposal like only he could. He wasn’t happy about being Spymaster instead of Operator, but I seemed to soothe him when I explained that Fleur and Crimson were both the best of their time and would most likely rely on his wisdom from time to time. No matter what he and Crimson say, they’re still practically father and son, so I don’t doubt that Onyx will get a few kicks out of having his hands in both enterprises. I knighted each of them as well and bound Fleur’s preferred weapon of choice (A well-used Trench knife) and Onyx’s battle axe.

Aurum was my advisor for pretty much everything, to be honest. He and I weren’t- No, we still aren’t really ‘friendly’ per se, but we get along well enough to get the job done. As my liaison to the Zgon that visited the Castle, he informed me that a few of the animals that resided within the outer walls were Legendary Beasts like Nashoba, Kurama being one of them. Another was the Deermother, Afra, but she creeps me the fuck out, so I don’t talk to her. It’s the eyes, mate. Those fucking eyes are soulless as fuck. However, Kurama more than makes up for Afra’s weirdness by being helpful with unseen threats. She actually met a group of rowdy young Dragons who’d flown into town on a whim by herself and sent them all packing, if Jovia’s recollection is true. It’s nice to have someone so powerful helping protecting the place, but it’s not really all that necessary.

As it’s already been established, Castle Arcadia is magical like you wouldn’t believe. Twilight got upset with Rarity one day and told her to come back the next day, but when our favourite marshmallow-coated fashionista showed up, the outer gates barred her entrance and Twilight’s engraving was glaring at her as I watched impassively. As it turned out, Twilight was still mad at Rarity and the Castle vibed off of that, which was just plain strange.

Speaking of Twilight, she was in charge of staffing the more mundane jobs like booking a seamstress (Rarity), getting us a good cook (Pinkie) and staff for the kitchens in general. She also hired Fluttershy on as a caretaker for our furry residents, but that’s not to say she handled all of it. I took the important visitors and whatnot while Fluttershy managed the Kendani and the animals she’d brought along with her. While on the topic of Fluttershy’s assortment of critters, unfortunately, Bearett developed some feelings for Urana. It wouldn’t be so bad if Urana didn’t shoot him down hard every time, or if she actually looked at him, but the main thing that made it a fustercluck was Nashoba still being in love with him. She was too mature to be mad at Urana, but Bearett was too dumb to realize that scorning a female with Nashoba’s capabilities is suicidal at best.

Urana is like a haughtier, more critical version of Twilight. She can be nice, but I’ve spent far too much time arguing with that stupid Bear over how to run my half of things that I wouldn’t complain too hard if Nashoba decided to take her on. Then again, if Nashoba is a Dire Wolf, then Urana is a Dire Bear. Seriously, the bitch is almost as tall as the inner walls of the Castle. I have faith in my companion, but the only time I’ve ever heard of a Wolf taking down a Bear is when it had the ursine outnumbered.

While I’m thinking about Guardians of the Everfree, Uror planted an Yggdrasil in the space between the Training Grounds and the Garden so we could travel back and forth more easy. The damned thing’s already grown to be about half the height of the Castle, but Uror assures me that it’ll stop where it is. I haven’t noticed it getting any taller for the past couple days, but this place’s Magic might be a fertilizer from Hell for all I know.

Noir now lives in the Castle with me, though she spends most of her time in Canterlot, managing the soldiers and fighting some smaller skirmishes on the Eastern Front in Germaneigh. They have things covered for the time being and the news that comes is usually good, so here’s hoping Equestria doesn’t have to get involved. Mexicolt was… Well, Sabio had his work cut out for him. La Canalla’s destruction left a power vacuum in the crime world that all sorts were trying their hardest to fill, but Sabio says that it’s easier to fight the threats from outside his country than it is to fight a war within it.

About a week ago, Twilight went to go finish negotiations with Chrysalis, and from what Twilight told me, my Cherry laid down the law with gusto. The Bug Queen had only gotten one thing that she wanted and that was to talk to me for an hour. That conversation took place in the middle of her Throne Room and went as such:

“Wotcher, Chrysalis.” I said moments after teleporting in with Twilight.

“Hello, Maximus.” She said, her voice laced with nefarious intentions. “I must say, seeing you has brightened my day.”

I pointed at Twilight. “Seeing her brightens my day.”

The Queen’s smile faltered for a moment. “We’re well acquainted.”

“I’m sure you are. So why do you want to talk to me?”

“Oh, no reason.” She tittered.

Twilight sighed. “This is going nowhere fast.”

“Seconded.” I said blandly.

Chrysalis faked a little fury. “An ally of Equestria cannot ask to see one of the Royal Family for her own reasons?”

“You just said you had none.” I pointed out.

“You stuck your hoof in your mouth there.” Twilight added.

The Bug Queen colored. “I would be wary of what you say. Our alliance isn’t confirmed just yet.”

I gave her a look. “This entire ordeal has been a formality. Either you get your arse in gear and own up to the promises you made, or you starve.”

Chrysalis bore her teeth at me. “You will not cow me, Maximus!”

“I’m not trying to. I’m giving you the facts while not playing your games. If that upsets you, then I’m sorry you feel that way.” I replied sarcastically.

She rose from her throne and cursed my name. “Fine! The Changelings will give our aid in The War, but once it is over-”

“What?” Twilight challenged. “What are you going to do? Take on six Alicorns; half of whom are more powerful than three of you put together? Target the three weaker Alicorns and hope you can escape vindication?”

Chrysalis fumed. “Insolence!”

“You’re stuck. Accept it and move on. Do what you do best and live to fight another day, yeah?” I suggested benevolently.

She calmed out of nowhere, her horn lighting up. I waited around to see what she was going to do, and when she shot a laser at me, Twilight defended readily with a wall of pinkish Magic. Unimpressed, I folded my arms and looked at Chrysalis for a long, hard moment.

“Are you trying to doom your entire race?” Twilight asked coldly.

Chrysalis sat down slowly. “... I apologize. You have the support of the Changelings in whatever you do.”

Twilight and I traded a look. “Good. We hope to see you at the Allied Forces meeting.” I replied.

The Queen nodded thoughtfully. “I will attend. Take care.”

“The same to you.” Twilight said curtly before teleporting us back to our private chambers.

We took a seat on the couch we’d brought from her place and relaxed for a little bit since it was the first time we’d seen each other in five days and six nights. I didn’t know exactly how long we’d been apart, but I knew that it had been too damn long for my tastes. My ‘fiance’ rested on my lap while I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the moment of relative levity for as long as we could. Sadly, we had to go deliver a report to Celestia and it would be faster to just do it in person, so we ended our little reprieve to go do that. It was boring, so I’m not going to go too far into it, but Celestia made sure that any Changelings were to be watched and monitored as closely as possible, just in case Chrysalis was going to try and stab us in the back or something along those lines.

That pretty much covers the important things from the past three weeks. It’s mostly been getting settled into the Arcadian Castle and getting it prepared for the wedding, which is supposed to take place tomorrow. That’s actually the reason I’m writing. Twilight suggested that I do something to calm down for awhile since I’m practically climbing up the walls in anticipation for whatever Murphy’s Law might conjure up for me, but I’m still nervous like never before. I don’t think I’ve been this distraught since my first arrest back when I was still in school! I mean, I know I shouldn’t be worried or anxious about getting married since I’m already devoted to Twilight, mind, body and soul, but I guess I never really gave much thought to what getting married might actually be like. I’m not afraid of feeling trapped or anything… I think I’m just nervous about what might change between us once we pass this milestone, and I know I shouldn’t be. In my defense, this is huge beyond anything I’ve done before. At least, it is to me.

Twilight’s taking it pretty well, all things considered. Her mood has been pretty bright the past few days, and whenever she can, she tries to describe her wedding dress to me so I know what to expect. I’ve told her multiple times that I want it to be a surprise, but when night comes and there’s no one else to talk at, she comes to me for my listening holes. She’s already seen the tuxedo I had specially made for the wedding and she’s absolutely in love with it, and I’m not exactly horrified by it myself. A suit is a suit, in my eyes, but my new suit was one to top the rest in my collection. The cuffs are embroidered with silver thread, designed so it matches the inner gates of the Castle while my tie depicts the imags engraved into the doors itself. The suit itself was such a dark shade of blue that it was practically black in most lighting, but a keen eye would be able to catch the hints that showed themselves every now and again.

So far, everything’s been going well as far as life in general, and that makes me nervous too. In fairness, I don’t usually get a break unless shit is about to hit the fan in the most hardcore of manners, so forgive me for being cynical about the daisies and roses metaphorically sprouting in my wake. Twilight tells me that I’m just paranoid because I don’t think I deserve nice things and she’s probably right, but I rather wish she hadn’t said that. It makes me sound like a mentally unstable basket-case, and I just don’t like the ring of that. I know I’m bat-shit crazy, I just don’t want other people to know that.

I think I’ve officially exhausted this outlet for my stress. I’m going to go jog around the grounds a couple times, see if some exercise clears my head. I don’t think that it will and it kinda sucks that I can’t go too hard unless I want to be sore for my wedding day, but I’ll deal with it. If there’s one thing I don’t suck at, it’s living through stress.
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I didn’t manage to sleep much the night before the wedding, but Twilight was happy to talk to me about all sorts of things that we would do once we were married and we bounced ideas off of each other for our wedding night. We were thinking that we would try traditional missionary first before moving on to anything else, but since Twilight had spent many nights preparing for the day in our dreams, she had a good feeling for what would make the night the most memorable for her. Of course I already had a plan laid out with plenty of goodies for her, but that’s a story for later.

The morning of the wedding was spent with Twilight. Well, we spent the early hours of dawn together, only having slept a few hours. The wedding was going to be an affair for sunset, so we weren’t going to have to start preparing any time soon. However, just because we didn’t have to didn’t mean we didn’t want to. Twilight and I did a walk through and fixed a few little things that had been overlooked during the last one, but when I say that there were only a few things, I mean that they were extremely nonessential things that could be fixed in less than ten seconds.

We joined up with Adstus for a peri-sunrise run and had breakfast in the Dining Hall, which was nice. It was cool that we would always have a feast for whatever meal we wanted, but I made sure not to gorge myself every chance I got. Another boon of having my own kitchens is that some of my chefs were willing to cook meat and all of them were willing to deal with the smell. I even have my own butcher who makes ground beef, sausage, jerky, and various dried or cured meats for me every once in awhile. Her name is Lassie, and yes, she is a Dog, but she’s straight from Celestia’s own kitchen, so I have no doubts about her being a spy or some bullshit like that.

After breakfast, Twilight went off to her parlour to start prepping for the wedding along with the girls who’d been arriving periodically. Crimson took me aside before Noir had a chance, though she really couldn’t do much about it on an official level because she and Crimson were still the same rank. He had as much claim to my attention as she did.

Once we were in my own study, Crimson and I stepped outside onto my balcony and had a seat. There were a few low-flying clouds that passed by, but they were a common occurrence in Equestria since the weather makes no sense here. As long as the clouds were within the barrier surrounding Castle Arcadia, you could walk on them, but no one was willing to see if the clouds would stay in the barrier if you were on them. At least, no one who couldn’t already fly and therefore stand on clouds anyway.

“Max, on a scale of one to ten, how’s the anxiety?” Crimson asked.

“Mate.” I said shakily. “Mate.”

“That’s what I thought. When’s the last time you smoked? Why don’t you do that and try to relax a little bit?”

I used my True Theft to grab the pipe I hadn’t used in who knows how long and some herb that’s had plenty of time to get nice and stale. However, it was still sticky as fuck when I opened my box, so I figured it was good to go and lit up then and there. Crimson stood by while I tried not to get too lit before I had to go do something important, so I stopped before the bowl was halfway gone and stowed my pipe in one of the drawers in my study. Along side it would be the first ballpoint pen ever made on Equus, sat in a velvet recess in a mahogany box. As the inventor of the newest everyday marvel, I was officially one of the twenty richest people in Equestria, and with the connections Fancy Pants hooked me up with, I’ve got my hands in more businesses than I ever could have imagine, but that’s not what the important part is.

Crimson waited until I rose from my seat to speak to as any questions. “So how are you feeling now?”

“Better. Less wound up.” I replied hazily.

“Good news. Now we just need to find something to burn time until Trixie gets here, right?”

“Pretty much. I’m sure she’ll be around sometime soon now that you’ve mentioned her.” I said casually.

Crimson gave me a look. “It doesn't always work like that.”

I stared at him for ten seconds, already having heard the heartbeat of my favourite butler, a middle-aged fellow named Marble. He knocked on the door three times, catching Crimson’s attention. “Watch.” I commanded.

I led my male Operator across the room and greeted Marble at the door. “Wotcher, Marble. Trixie’s here, isn’t she?”

Marble gave me an uneasy smile. “Uncanny, Prince Maximus. Simply uncanny.”

“It’s a gift.” I sighed. “I’ll go find her here in a moment. Thank you, Marble.”

“Of course, Prince Maximus.”

“When are we going to drop the ‘Prince’ thing entirely?” I asked irritably.

Marble gave me a patient look. “It is not my place to address you without at least some form or honorific or title, Prince Maximus. Princess Twilight and yourself both bargained for this, if you recall.”

I scoffed. “We got gypped.”

Marble just smiled like an arse, and that’s a part of why I like him so much. He’s such a fucking lowkey troll that it keeps me amused to no end. Anyway, I teleported Crimson and myself to the room Marble told us to go to, which was made a lot easier because of Twilight’s brilliant idea to number all the doors and to attach a letter at the beginning to coordinate with the floor it was on. Trixie was in Room J-Five-Sixteen, meaning that we were on the ground floor in the fifth hall, at the sixteenth door. It really was a good system for those of us who could teleport, and even for those who couldn’t, the system was perfect for just generally knowing where the fuck you were going.

I knocked before I entered because it’s just fucking polite and saw Trixie idly reading a book, deep in thought. “Hullo, Trixie.” I called out.

She stuck a piece of paper in her spot and teleported the book away quickly, rushing over to give me a hug. “Oh, Max! Today is going to be the best, Trixie just knows it!”

I hugged her back as Crimson chuckled. “Crushing my ribs, Baby Blue..”

Trixie let up and blushed. “Trixie still rather likes that nickname.”

I squeezed her a bit. “Mum likes it too. You know you’re the favourite, right?”

Trixie hit me lightly and gave me a womanly look. “You know Blue isn’t going to play favourites between us. Besides, you were the first one she let into her heart out of the two of us.”

“Being first doesn't always matter that much in the end. You spend more time with her than I ever could.” I said ruefully.

My sister gave me a sad smile. “Mom knows why you can’t come around all that often, Max. It’s not like she’s holding it against you.”

“We both wish we could see each other more, I know that much. Once things settle a little more here in the Castle, I think things might go a bit better. How’s the new house, by the way?” I asked, grinning.

“Ah, Trixie is in love! When Mom turned down your old house, Trixie was so surprised, but she thinks now that Mom wanted Trixie to have it.”

I patted her shoulder. “Took you long enough to catch up. Mum isn’t one for the big houses since she likes to clean her stuff herself.”

“And since she and Onyx still aren’t living together, I suppose it would get awfully lonely.”

I shrugged. “I dealt with it by spending most of my time intoxicated one way or the other.”

Trixie gave me a look. “And you’ve moved on from that.”

“That I have, dear sister. That I have. So what are we going to do before the wedding?”

“Well, Trixie thought you would like to be surrounded by your friends, but not too many.” She said quickly. “Maybe five or so of your closest ones. Trixie has taken it upon herself to try and find those closest to you herself, and she doesn't think that her dear brother will be disappointed.”

I nodded. “Then who’s all invited?”

Trixie nodded to Crimson who had taken a seat and was watching us as we spoke. “Sir Crimson will be one of them and Sir Fancy Pants will be another. Prince Shining Armor has offered to be one of your grooms-stallions to help fill the ranks, so he will be attending, and Princess Cadance will be stopping by every now and again to see how you are doing. Swift Strike is also going to be at the card game.” She covered her mouth.

I raised a brow. “So what are we playing? You’ve already spilled the beans.”

She sighed. “Las Pegasus Poker. It’s easy to learn and fun to play.”

“Sweet. When are we meeting up with everyone?”

Trixie checked the grandfather clock in the room. “In about ten minutes. Trixie has asked some of your staff to bring in tables and get things set up in another room, so we can go there and get started if you’d like.”

“Sounds good to me. Trixie, lead the way. Crimson, shut up and look good. Me, keep being awesome. Everyone have their orders memorized?” I asked.

Crimson gave me a look. “How am I supposed to answer that If I’m just supposed to stick around and be handsome?”

“Shh, you’ll wake the Blunglesnorps.” I looked to Trixie as she finished rolling her eyes.

“Trixie is ready. Let’s go before you say something else utterly ridiculous.” She huffed.

“Slow down, it’s a science. They’ve been waiting to bring you down.” I sang.

“... What the buck is wrong with you?” Trixie asked, her head ever-so slightly tilted and her chin perched on a fingertip.

“He’s probably just really high.” Crimson sighed. “He was freaking out about the you-know-what, so I told him to smoke and relax for a little while.”

“On his wedding day!?” Trixie cried. “Trixie does not comprehend the logic behind telling a Prince of Equestria to get… How would he say it? ‘Blazed beyond the fire’?”

I groaned. “One time!”

“He’s not too high to be oblivious, so that’s good.” Crimson said with a smirk. I didn’t see it, but there’s a certain quality to his voice, an edge, that appears whenever he’s trying to be optimistic for once. It’s usually a fifty-fifty shot on whether or not it works out.

“I know how to handle a good buzz. I’m just… I dunno, letting loose. Spitting out whatever comes to mind.” I took a deep breath and blew a raspberry.

“Trixie does not see the fun in letting one’s guard down and she highly doubts that Crimson’s opinion differs.”

Licorice Lad nodded. “We’re on the same page, but I’d just like to gloat for a moment, if I may. We both understand the joy of gloating, so I’ll make it quick.”

Trixie sighed. “I understand all too well. If you must.”

Crimson smirked and opened his mouth to speak, but I cut in. “Licorice Lad, I royally demand that you let Trixie gloat.”

“You’ve gotta be fo-cking kidding me, mate.” The Black Bastard jeered. Did you just make fun of the way I talk?

“I was up until that. You are hereby ordered by your Prince to surrender your gloating rights to Trixie Lulamoon.” I monotoned.

Crimson looked at me, and when I say that, I mean he did his damndest to look through me. “Why did Luna have to pair us up? Why couldn't she just call Starshine out of her lab, or Rock Well from his house in Gryphonia? Why me?”

“Since when do you bitch so much?” I asked.

“I’ve been drinking since sunrise, and we’re just about on the same level, if my guess is correct.” He answered.

Fists were bumped because uni-boy reasons.

Trixie groaned. “Is Trixie truly going to have to foalsit two intoxicated stallion-sized colts?”

I reached into the walk-in liquor cabinet I had in my study and passed a bottle of bourbon to Crimson before grabbing my pipe and matches. “You tell me.” I said as I was doing it.

Trixie gave me a disapproving look. “What would Twilight say if she found out that you had to be high to marry her?”

“Cast a sobriety spell on me an hour and a half before the ceremony.” I suggested.

Crimson swallowed a swig he’d taken. “Good call! Point Max!”

Trixie rubbed her temples. “You’re a brilliant idiot.”

“What do you say, sis’? Let your little brother ask you for a favour.” I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes.

“Just don’t pass out, okay? Waking you up from an intoxicant induced coma… Well, you’ll be wrought with pain and you’ll have the most excruciating headache for about thirty minutes.” Trixie warned.

“Don’t be a pussy, gotcha.” I winked at her.

Crimson pretended to snore. “Oh! Sorry, are we going to keep talking or are we going somewhere?”

“Pushy little fucker, aren’t you?” I gave him a look that was ultimately ignored. “Whatever. Let’s get a move on, Trixie.”

She sighed. “Our destination is on the top floor.”

“How were you expecting Fancy to get up there? He’s in good shape for his age, but he’s getting a bit long in the tooth.” I asked.

“Well, Trixie was expecting them to send you a message with Dragon Fire and just have you teleport and get them.” Trixie said irritably.

“I didn’t think of that.” I gave her a smile. “I’m guessing I’m taking us up?”

“Trixie can take herself and one other.” She said, practically ignoring me.

“Save your Magic and let me do it. It doesn’t tire me in the slightest.” I offered.

“Trixie does not trust your Magic in your inebriated state.” She said haughtily.

“Look, I might still be learning new tricks with my Magic, but I’m experienced with it. I’ve been in situations that clouded my mind worse than grass ever could, yet I still used True Theft. It’s practically built into me, Trix.”

Crimson got up from his seat and stood next to me. “What’s the room number? We’ll meet you there.”

Trixie shook her head. “It’s A-eight-six.”

I formed a somewhat foggy picture of it in my mind before taking myself and Crimson there. We arrived with no issues (as expected) and entered a larger room with navy blue shades drawn over the windows and a few magical orbs of light that cast their light just brightly enough for the room to be decently lit. There was a young woman in a white blouse and a black vest standing in a little divot in a semi-circular poker table, shuffling cards and generally trying to look busy. She looked up when Crimson and I walked in and let us know where our seats at the table were, so we sat down and waited for Trixie to arrive.

She took a minute or two, but she eventually got her arse into the room. Trixie brought Fancy along with her for reasons unknown, but I was just glad that they were present. Fancy and Trixie took their seats at the table and the four of us started talking among ourselves with my two officials sharing the bottle of bourbon I’d given to Crimson. Trixie was appalled that Fancy would support my desires to get stoned on my wedding day, but she held her tongue as to not be a complete buzzkill and we waited on Swift and Shining. They were a little late in sending me their notes so I could pull them into the room, but all’s well that ends well and all that.

With everyone present, we got the game started and the conversation kept rolling. “Alright, now that we have everypony here, why don’t we all say something nice about Max?” Trixie asked excitedly.

Crimson gave her a look. “Maxxy is go-getter. Real trendsetter.” He said flatly.

Fancy chuckled. “Max is a one-of-a-kind like no other.”

Shining scratched his head. “I guess Max is pretty cool, but I don’t know if there’s any one nice thing about him.”

“Thanks, mate. I really shoot for being indescribably awesome.” I grinned cheekily.

Trixie sighed and looked at Swift. “Is there anything you have to say?”

He nodded. “I like how Max only backs down when he knows it's hopeless. You have to be smart to know when to take a loss.”

Trixie smiled at him. “That’s something along the lines of what Trixie was talking about!”

Swift looked at me. “When you lose to Twilight every time you open your mouth, it’s pretty hard not to get good at it.” He gave me a shit-eating grin.

“Go fuck yourself, you cheeky twat-waffle.” I chuckled.

Shining just shook his head. “I can’t believe you would say that to someone who outranks you, Swift. It’s unbecoming of a Royal Guard to insult their commanding officer.”

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, old chap!” Fancy admonished “I’m sure Max doesn’t mind a little good natured ribbing.”

I reached over and clapped a hand on Fancy’s shoulder. “He’s just mad that I’m going to be shagging his sister tonight.”

Shining coloured. “I’ve made my peace with that.”

“Are you sure? Because Twilight and I are going to have thousands of years ahead of us, all of our nights just waiting to be filled with some smooth loving.” I sighed contentedly.

Shining coughed. “So who all is excited for the wedding?”

My sister raised her hand, showing everyone her cards in the process. “Trixie is-” She put her hand back down and flipped her cards back over. “Oh shoot!”

She received a few chuckles for her troubles and Fancy spoke after the round was over. “You know, I remember the first time I saw Max and Twilight together. It was at a party Max held at his house, and even then I knew that the two of them were going to be good together.”

“The first time I saw Twilight and Max together was when he recruited me to come be a part of Adstus. I don’t think I even considered that they weren’t together when I saw them.” Swift said.

“They do seem pretty natural when they’re together. I mean, seeing the way they finish each other’s sentences and complete each other’s thoughts… They’re a good match.” Shining said thoughtfully. “I know I don’t have to ask, but please treat Twilight well, Max.”

“No problem, mate. Twilight means too much for me to treat her as anything other than the Empress of my heart.” I replied.

“That was so cheesy.” Crimson scoffed.

“Go suck a dusty dick.” I shot back.

Fancy laughed and shook his head. “Dusty dicks are harder to come by than you might think.”

I gave Fancy a look. “As the oldest person in the room, I think you qualify as a dusty dicked dude.”

Crimson winked at Fancy and my Guard Captain blinked before looking at me. I shrugged subtly and went back to playing cards as they had a silent conversation, and I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t be the only person getting laid that night. The game continued and the bawdy jokes flowed like the smoke in the breeze and the booze in the glasses around the table. Two hours into the game, everyone at the table save for Trixie was fucking hammered or stoned off their rocker. Crimson, Trixie, and Swift had all lost their chips to myself and Shining over the last couple of rounds and Fancy was the last to go, leaving me and Shining to duel it out.

The guy had a serious poker-face and few tells while he was in the zone, so it was hard to get a read on him or predict his moves in any way. Luckily for me, my poker-face never slips while I’m in Prince Mode, and yes, I did cheat so I would stand a better chance at winning. When I wasn’t looking at my cards, I was rolling a large hundred bit coin between my knuckles or taking a toke from my pipe, both of which I found to be soothing actions. Crimson gave me a funny look when I started doing it, but I thought he’d seen me do it before. It was just a nervous tic of mine, though now that I think of it, I didn’t do it much in front of people.

Shining and I battled back and forth for about thirty minutes without the tides changing much either way, so we bet everything on one hand and I ended up taking the pot so we could reset and have another game. Much to my surprise, however, Trixie had other plans and lead our group to the next room in the hall. That one was brighter since the windows were open and the light was filtering in, but the most notable thing was the spread of food that was on the tables around the room. Our group grabbed some plates and went to work, but I was stuck on what I wanted. There were meats of all kinds, such as real beef from Gryphonia, pork, and even some seafood like crab and lobster. Fish was present in the form of deep fried fillets that weren’t too far from some crispy looking chips that were sitting in a magical dish warmer.

I had a little bit of everything and finished off my feast with a lot of pineapple as a present for Twilight for reasons that the internet once told me. If I could help get the bad, meaty taste out, then I would at least try. There were plenty of nice Pony foods too, but the carnivore food is what really made my day look that much brighter, though it wasn’t as if it was a rare occurrence. I just hadn’t had lobster or crab before, and both were much to my liking. It was hard to get the meat out the manual way, so I just stole it with True Theft because I’m a lazy fuck sometimes.

Instead of going back for more poker, Trixie asked me if there was anything I wanted to do more, so I took everyone to the billiards room and whooped some arse on the tables for an hour or two before we started getting ready for the wedding. Trixie disappeared to go get her makeup and whatnot ready while the boys and I got dressed in our tuxes. I was the only one sober since Trixie hates me, but I had to stay sober for a little while longer. My nerves were killing me and I was ready to throw up at any moment, but talking with Shining about how he felt on his wedding day made me feel a lot better.

“So what was your wedding like, mate? I was there and everything, but how did it feel?” I asked.

Shining thought about it for a second. “Well, I guess I just stayed too busy to be all that worried about it, but when the day finally came, I was terrified. I don’t really know why. I mean, I love Cadance with all my heart, but getting married to her was just the scariest thing.”

“I know the feeling.” I sighed.

“I know.” Shining chuckled. “Just try to calm down. Nothing is going to change besides the ring on Twilight’s finger, and you know she isn’t going to suddenly stop loving you or anything. The good times are going to continue to roll, Max, so just relax and let them come.”

“He’s right, you know.” Fancy chimed in from nearby.

“Thanks, Dusty.” I waved.

Fancy snorted and was on his merry way. “Max, can we be honest with each other for another moment?” Shining asked.

“That’s not worrying at all. I’m listening.”

“I… I still have trouble wrapping my head around the fact that Twilight fell in love with someone… Well, someone like you.” Shining said regretfully, as if the very idea of having the thought was an insult itself.

“The first time we met, you were investigating a case with your parents house, typical breaking and entering, but with a little extra on top. I was with two women who were not Twilight at the time.” I recalled.

Shining squinted his eyes. “I remember that. You know Twilight told me that it was you who broke in and rearrange our parent’s house, right?

I smiled nervously. “I do now.”

“You suck.”

“But I’m the best at what I do.” I winked at him. “Maybe we should hook up sometime and let Cadance watch? I bet she’d be thrilled.”

Shining blushed. “I know you’re just trying to get under my fur, so it’s not going to work, Max.”

“Let me fuck that slutty little arse of your, Shiny. I’ll even turn myself into Roxy and get a strap-on so you can have it like you normally do~” I cooed.

Crimson had been walking by and froze while I’d been speaking. He stared straight ahead and resumed walking when I finished like nothing had happened while Shining watched him walk away. Swift just burst out laughing because someone had to get it started. While my fellow Prince was steadily turning brighter shades of red, Fancy, Crimson, Swift and I were losing our shit. On the plus side, my anxiety was pretty much gone as long as I kept the coin rolling in my knuckles

While we were waiting for Trixie to return, Cadance popped in to say hello and to talk with me for a moment. We sequestered ourselves a separate room and she asked, “So how are you feeling? Twilight’s starting to get a little anxious and I think she’s getting it from you.”

“I’m actually doing better than I was. I think Twilight might just be going through her own thing right now.” And I could feel it too. She was getting cold ‘feet’, but her conviction to go through with it hadn’t wavered quite yet.

Cadance bit her lip. “That’s worrying, to say the least. Maybe you could use your Magic to hold her hand or something for a little while?”

I passed my coin into my right hand and sent my left through the dimensions to hold Twilight’s. Her hands had been clasped together, but when I made my fingers tangible, she took my hand and I felt her ease up slightly.

“She’s calming down. Good idea, Candy Arse.” I smirked.

Cadance rolled her eyes. “When are you going to give up that nickname?”

“When your arse stops being as sweet as candy.” I replied sagaciously.

“You’re impossible. Twilight’s going to have her hands full.”

“You already knew that. Twilight already knew that. I already knew that.”

“I just have to buck Shining to make him nice and tame for a while. Twilight isn’t going to have it that easy.” Cadance giggled.

I shivered. “I hope Twilight never asks to fuck me in the arse. That’s just so far out of my comfort zone, I might jab her in the gabber for it.”

“What does that even mean?” Cadance asked.

I gave her a look. “You know what it means.”

She blushed. “I wasn’t exactly promiscuous before I met Shining, Max.”

I tilted my head. “What? No, that means to punch someone in the mouth. I honestly thought you knew that. Why was your first thought something dirty? You husband-fucking pervert.”

Cadance made an adorably frustrated face. “Oh hush! You’re the one who always says naughty things like they’re just everyday happenings!”

“They are. How often do you fuck Shining?” I asked.

“Oh, at least four to five times a week. It never gets old when he starts-”

“Heard all I needed to hear; moving on.” I stated. “The kinky shit you do is weird, but that’s not everything that’s out there, Cadance. There are people kinkier than you doing kinky things to each other right now. As we speak. Kink permeates through the land, and it is a special thing, a certain kind of Magic that needs to be recognized as its own art form.”

Cadance crossed her legs and covered her mouth before putting her hand on her cheek, her face rosy. “Lust sounds like more fun than love.”

“It is, for the most part. If there was just lust and no love, or rather, lust and no sense of possession, people would be free to fuck each other as they pleased.”

“... That sounds sticky.”

I nodded. “Very sticky.”

Cadance rose from her seat and I did the same. “Twilight said she felt you relax shortly after you two split up for the morning.”

“I did.” I replied.

“... Why did that happen?”

“If you tell her what I’m about to say, I might drop you off of the balcony in my study.”

“I have wings, Max.”

“Good point. I’ll tie you to a train track”

“I would teleport away before a train came.”

“I would steal your Magic beforehand.” I said haughtily.

She sniffed. “Celestia would save me.”

“Not if I get her too.” I pointed out.

“Noir wouldn’t let you do it. She likes me too much, and you wouldn’t be able to fight her off.”

“Tch. Shut up.”

Cadance beamed. “I win!”

“Aren’t you supposed to let me win? I mean, this is like my birthday times ten, right?”

Cadance rolled her eyes. “That’s only for the bride, silly!”

That struck a nerve. “So what? The groom can’t expect to be treated well on one of the happiest days of his life because…?”

She pondered that. “... I don’t know.”

“Am I supposed to be getting condition for being nagged at all the fucking time? Is this supposed to be an example of what the rest of my fucking life is supposed to be like?”

Alarm ran across Cadance’s face. “No! No, that’s not it, Max! It’s just tradition to give the groom a few jibes on his wedding day!”

“So the groom gets a target painted on his back and the bride gets put on a pedestal? What the fuck is wrong with that picture, Cadance? You tell me.” I snarled.

“You’re acting like a foal.” Cadance said firmly.

“You’re acting like a twat.” I replied hotly.

“You’re supposed to be getting married today, Max! Do you really need to be treated like royalty by everyone to be happy?”

“I just wanted to be treated as Twilight’s equal! Is that really too much to ask?”

Cadance puckered her lips off to the side. “When you put it like that, it really is unfair of everyone to ride you for no real reason. I’m sorry I was so careless with my words.”

I sighed. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just touchy is all.”

“Still, you brought up a good point. Men shouldn’t have to worry about being browbeaten for the rest of their lives on what’s supposed to be the start of a wonderful journey with their special somepony.” Cadance said, slipping into the Equestrian vernacular at the end.

“Thank you for understanding, Cadance.”

She smiled and spread her arms. “Can I have a hug? I already got one from Twilight, but I want to get one last hug in before you’re officially a married man.”

I rolled my eyes and gave it to her. “Does this mean that Twilight has to be my first hug as a married man?”

“Definitely.” Cadance nodded.

“Can do. I really need to go check on something, can you help me out with my bachelor party crew and go tell them that I’ll be right back?”

Cadance gave me an odd look. “I can, but why?”

“It’s something to do with the reception. You’ll love it, I promise.” I grinned.

“If you say so.” She said doubtfully. “Go on and take care of your business, I guess.”

I let go of Twilight’s hand and let myself be carried to the Royal Recreation Room where we would be having our party. The speakers were all set up in the proper places and the playlist was perfect. I Do Love You by Kill Paris, Hot Milk by Snail’s House, BWU by San Holo, and Bubble Tea by dark cat: some of my favourite weird songs that I’d downloaded to my laptop, all hooked up by Magic pioneered by Vinyl Scratch. There wasn't much of a market for it, but damn was this going to be one fucking great party! The last scheduled song of the night was supposed to be Shiki No Uta (the redone edition by Sapphire), and I felt like it would be nice. It was pretty explanatory when I thought of how I felt about Twilight when I left for Earth, and that’s when I first heard it. The song is a beautiful one, and if you’re lucky enough to hear it, then I hope you enjoyed. I considered putting Camp Adventure by Delta Sleep on there, but the song was actually sad as fuck if you thought about it. Still, I love that song like no other. It really helped me get over Maggie, but that’s another story for another time.

Once I was sure that everything was copacetic, I went back to my crew and rejoined the party. Cadance left shortly after I arrived and I spent the rest of the time before the wedding trying to dodge reporters that somehow got onto the top floor of the castle. There was plenty of press and all that, but they were supposed to stay where my guards could see them. Bronze Stud was in charge of rounding them up and kicking their arses back to where they should be, but some of those mother fuckers are crafty and like to hide in rooms under beds so they can hope to catch a good picture. I fucking despise paparazzi.

Still, the time came for me to go to the Grand Hall, the place we were having the wedding. I stood off to the left on the dais and tried to look like I wasn’t panicking my fucking heart out, but it was awfully hard to stay calm while I was staring down a fate that every man fears on some level. The one guaranteed to bring you to your knees and grovel, if only for a moment. I don’t like weddings and I still don’t, so I’m skipping the unimportant shit.

Trixie stood just to my left and since Celestia was the one who was marrying Twilight and I, she stood to my right. “How are you feeling, Max?” She asked gently.

“Terrified.” I muttered in response.

“Is there something that helps you feel better?”

I grabbed a coin from my pocket and started rolling it between my knuckles. “This.”

Celestia stared at me while I did the thing. “... Are you sure that’s the only thing that helps?”

“It’s the easiest thing.” I replied.

“... How odd.” She said softly.

I gave Celestia a look. “What do you mean by that?”

“Have you spoken with Aurum or Urana about the prophecy?” Celestia asked, eying Trixie who was happily minding her own business.

“No. Should I talk to them about it?”

“Either them or myself. We all have both halves of the prophecy now.”

Celestia’s eyes flickered ahead and I followed her gaze to Rarity who was standing at the doors of the hall. The audience chattered on as if nothing was happening, but for a moment, I felt disconnected from the entire affair. As the door opened, time felt as though it was moving through molasses, giving me plenty of time to observe the world around me. The disconnection grew stronger and I felt myself… Separate, I suppose. I looked up to Celestia again who’s face was wearing many expressions: happiness, pain, mild sadness, and most of all, resolution. I understood why I saw what I saw and what it meant, so I turned and looked to Trixie.

My sister was in the process of smiling, her head inching to the right to look at me. The progress was nearly unnoticible, but patient eyes see more than you might think. I looked past her to see Shining in the middle of a hiccup, and beyond him was Crimson with one eye closed, still hammered. In the front row of the audience was Noir, Blue, Onyx, Luna, Uror, Night Light, Twilight Velvet, Fleur and a few relatives of hers that I didn’t know. Elfriede had also deemed it worthy of her time to attend, but when our eyes met, I couldn’t read the expression on her face. I blamed the beak in the moment, but as I let my eyes scan the crowd before me, I realized that I was looking for something. I didn’t know what it was until I saw a perfectly coiffed haircut reminiscent of Superman’s.

Blueblood was glaring in my direction. How he even got in through the fucking gates, I’ll never know, but I knew that I didn’t like the sight of him. Something was up, but time was still playing its little game, being slow as fuck. It bothered me to no end, knowing that I had an enemy in my very home and not being able to do anything about it at the moment. I had to tear my eyes away from him to look at the oversized doors that my soon-to-be wife stood behind, but when I did, time resumed as if nothing had happened.

Two well dressed staff members (I refuse to call them servants) pushed the doors open and revealed the love of my life in all her breathtaking, heart-stopping glory. Twilight’s dress was a beauty, and it’s a damn shame that I don’t know fashion. However, I do know a lot of words, so I’ll try to use them here. From the waist up, Twilight’s dress was intricate and made of what looked like pure white satin, her sleeves made of lace, letting her coat show ever so slightly. She decided to forego gloves and held a bouquet of white roses and lavender that matched with her veil. Connecting the sheer material to the part that actually goes on the head was a thin purple band that accented the other similarly colored part of the dress well. It was hard to take my eyes off of her as she walked through the doors, slowly and meticulously.

My heart pounded, but I wasn’t anxious anymore. No, I was finally content to wait just a little while longer to be with the one I love more than any other. The thoughts of the threat that lie in wait fell to the side as I beheld my beloved, and it was hard to think of anything other than getting Spike to hurry up and bring the damned rings. Celestia murmured something to me that I didn’t hear, but it was all well and good. My heart was in sight, and I was about to swear my undying love to her for the second time. We didn’t need to be married to know that we were inseparable, it was just something I wanted to do with Twilight, a milestone that I felt we couldn’t pass up.

My heart tried its best to get a front row seat as Twilight started down the aisle. My senses were dulled and my vision was so focused on her, I failed to notice Blueblood shifting toward the front of the paparazzi he’d most likely snuck in with. He wasn’t exactly close to Twilight, but it would have been enough for me to throw his arse into a volcano had I been paying attention to anyone other than Twilight. Instead, I patiently looked as she began to climb the dais, the moment of truth coming ‘round to bear. When she finally arrived, I lifted her veil to find that she had decided to wear a little eyeshadow and some nice lip-stain, but not much else. It was an exhilarating feeling unlike any other. Celestia’s first few words slipped past me, but I tuned in shortly after.

“... And on this happiest of occasions, we would have Maximus and Twilight recite the vows they have made.” Celestia announced. “By the happy couple’s request, Max shall be reading his vows before Twilight.”

I blinked a couple times and coughed. “Right.” Twilight smiled and offered me her hands, so I took them and began. “Twilight Sparkle, Cherry. We’ve already said our vows and we both know that the world will turn into a two dimensional realm before either of us break the promises we’ve made to each other, but it never hurts to say it again, yeah?”

There were a few chuckles from the audience as they waited for me to get on with it. “Twilight, I vow to you that I will never turn my back to you, that I will always hear you out, that I will never love another woman the same way I love you. I swear that whatever the future may hold, I will lead the charge and bring us through to the end as long as you remain by my side.” I took a deep breath. “Twilight, words can’t express how much I love you. They can make things sound pretty and they can get the point across, but they can never fully express the way I feel about you. There’s so much I want to say right now, but… I guess the main thing is that I vow to always be in your life. Every step you take, I’ll be backing you one hundred percent, no matter what.”

Twilight looked at me smiled brightly, her eyes glistening. I wanted to tell the wedding to go fuck itself and kiss her then and there, but I didn’t think Twilight would appreciate it. I also doubted that she would appreciate a flying dart in her neck, so I caught it with my left hand. It went straight through, stopping about halfway along its length before it stopped. I took my eyes off of Twilight long enough to locate Blueblood and send him to Esteril, then looked back to Twilight.

“Where were we?” I asked, looking between her and Celestia.

Celestia stared at my hand. “... Did you just save Twilight’s life?” She asked softly.

I pulled the dart out casually and ‘handed’ it to her. “You can keep it as a souvenir if you want. Can we get back to the marrying bit? The kiss is coming up and I’m ready to bloody wet myself in anticipation!”

Celestia gave it a look before turning to Twilight who was watching with a blank look on her face. She was still smiling, but she was obviously confused. “What just happened?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Celestia and I said at the same time. Celestia continued with. “We are sorry for that brief interruption, but now we will begin with Twilight’s vows. Twilight? If you would?

Twilight shook her head. “Uh, yeah.” She looked me in the eye, a question buried beneath the surface. “Max, I vow to love you above all other men, to cherish you for as long as we live, to comfort you when you need me and to give you your space when you don’t. I vow to laugh with you when times are good and to lend you a shoulder when times are bad. I know you would do all this for me and more, but… I love you, Amour. You make my bad days good and my good days better. You make my heart skip a beat every time I look at you, and when we kiss, I never want to let you go. There’s just so much I want to say to you, but I think we’re having the same problem. I guess the thing I want you to know the most is that I’ll always be there for you, Amour, until Equus is long gone and the rest of the world is standing still.”

I smiled at her and forgot about the ache in my hand while Celestia said some more words that weren’t terribly important. There were some murmurs from the crowd about my bleeding hand, but I was too focused on Twilight to really give a damn. We locked eyes and the world around us fell away, leaving us in a little bubble with Celestia babbling in the background, saying boring words about love and whatnot. Spike came around with the rings and Twilight and I put them on each other, the sparkling blue and violet diamonds in her ring matching the smaller stones of the same type in mine. All I needed to hear was ‘You may kiss the bride’ and I gently cupped Twilight’s face before sharing our first kiss as husband and wife together. Her arms snaked around my neck and brought me closer to her while my own hands held her waist, feeling right at home with where I was in the world.

Sadly, I left a bloodstain on Twilight’s dress that was quickly noticed by the crowd. Gasps and cries of shock could be heard, but Twilight waved them off and we continued our kiss, losing ourselves in the sheer elation of the moment. It’s hard to put it into words, but… Man, it really is a fucking bitch. I don’t think I can even come up with something like it. There isn’t a metaphor I can use or a simile that makes sense, but kissing Twilight as her husband… If there’s a better feeling somewhere ahead of me in the long life we’ll share together, then I await it eagerly.

When the gasps of shock were done, there were cheers and I’m sure that there were many pictures taken from just about every angle. When I pulled away from Twilight, she magicked her dress clean and took my left hand in hers moments before fixing it completely like she’d done it a thousand times before. I didn’t need to ask to know that she’d been practicing healing Magic with me in mind for some time now and had been working in the Castle’s Infirmary to help with any little thing she could when she had the free time. Celestia cast another spell herself and I later learned that she was clearing my body of any toxins that may have been on the dart that Blueballs shot at us. Speaking of him, in the spare moments Twilight and I had between the ceremony and the reception, I handed him off to Noir for safekeeping so I could come back and have a proper word with him after everything was said and done.

Twilight and I went to the Banquet Room where we would be holding the primary reception that everyone from Ponyville was invited to, and a few nobles from around the Equestrian territories. It was a terribly boring affair that was far too fucking political for my tastes. Half-truths and double meanings littered conversations with the visiting aristocracy, so I only talked to the seven most important so I could avoid the rest. They could be mad that I preferred to talk to my subjects over them, but after having acknowledged the most prominent of them, they couldn’t really threaten to use their power against any of our cadre without being singled out and eliminated. It had already happened twice and Fleur had taken care of both occasions flawlessly, but that’s a story for another time.

Many hugs were given to friends, and a rather significant amount of gifts were stacked on a wall towards the back of the room, at least three meters high. Twilight had a hand in organizing the boxes, so it was going to be less sucky to get through them, but there was still a load of shit. Like, it was going to take days of spare time to get through them all. I wasn’t prepared for it at all, but I knew Twilight would already have a plan on how to handle it, so I chilled the fuck out quickly before asking her for a dance.

We took to the floor quickly enough and I got the song we’d agreed on started. Luckily Gracile Chimp (The guy from the Crystal Empire party) was available and we got him started on his song Jet Dust, a composition remarkably close to Bonobo’s Black Sands. It was a lovely piece, and as Twilight and I spun around aimlessly on the floor, I couldn’t help but feel like it was a perfect song for a perfect moment. I was glad for the steel toes I’d had put in my dress shoes since Twilight had two left hooves and a mysterious third one that materialized just in time to step on one of my feet again. However, I still had a fantastic time and Twilight actually had to take a moment and collect herself since she was flooded with emotion. Some of the tides rolled onto me, and what beautiful waves of bliss they were.

I got to dance with every one of the girls, including Trixie and my Mum. Trixie was a little put out that her speech at the first reception had been a bit of a bomb (I won’t mention it again, as per her request), but I thought that getting a nice dance out of the night was some form of consolation prize for her. Rarity was a little too close for comfort during her dance, but she just wanted to have a private word about what would happen if I decided to betray Twilight later down the line. I assured her that the only way someone would be allowed to hurt Twilight in any way shape or form was if they were already praying for a horrible death. Fluttershy was happy to let me know that she would be impartial when it came to any arguments between us and Rainbow said that she’d probably just avoid us both if we were fighting, but Applejack said that she would be on my side as long as I was in the right. Pinkie didn’t have much to say, though she did enjoy the dance.

Two hours rolled by like rocks down a mountainside, and when the people I didn’t give two shits about finally left, Twilight and I lead everyone to the real reception where we were keeping all the good booze and buddered-up snacks. Twilight and I wouldn’t be partaking, but it was all well and good for everyone else to have their fill. While the festivities were going on in full swing, Shining cornered me as I was eating some delicious wedding cake (I got some of the cherry chiffon section) and had a word with me.

“It’s official, Max. You’re married to my little Twily.” Shining said, a smile on his face and acceptance in his eyes.

“It’s about time, to be honest with you.Twilight and I have known that we would get married eventually, it was just a matter of having the right place to have the ceremony.” I replied.

“And what a place to have it!” Shining chuckled. “To christen your Castle with a wedding within a month of having it. Kudos to you, buddy!”

“You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you.” I wasn’t really asking.

“You’ve been feeding me booze since I got here, it’d be hard not to be a little tipsy.” Shining said admonishingly. “If Cadance finds out that I’ve been drinking all day, I’m screwed!”

I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She won’t find out from me, mate, so don’t worry. Though you do realize that I’m officially going to hold this over your head for the rest of your life, right?”

“Don’t be that guy.” Shining begged.

I grinned. “I’m not that much of an arse. Speaking of, how have you been enjoying the night? Things have been going pretty well, yeah?”

“For the most part. Why was your hand bleeding during the ceremony? I’ve been meaning to ask, but I couldn’t find a good time.”

“Remember Blueblood?” I asked.

His brow furrowed. “That cheating snake? Of course.”

“He tried to send a dart into Twilight’s face. Don’t know how, don’t really care, but I caught it and sent him off somewhere unpleasant for awhile.” I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

“... Blueblood tried to kill my little sister.” Shining stated.

I nodded. “It might have been poor aim, but it was heading for Twilight.”

He stared at me. “And you saved her life?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“... Have you told her about it?”

“I might do that tomorrow. No need to make her freak out about almost dying before she could even get her vows out.” I twisted my wedding band, settled nicely on my left ring finger.

Shining suddenly embraced me. “Take care of her, Maximus. I know you will, but I want you to know that I have faith that you’ll do it.”

I hugged him back. “I will, Shining. I swear that I’ll always be by her side.”

He let me go and shed a single tear like an emotional little bitch. “Thank you.” He wiped it away. “You know, now that you two are married, it’s hard to see Twilight with anyone other than you.”

“It’s about time you caught on. The rest of us already knew that.” I jibed.

He rolled his eyes and wiped them one more time. “I hope the rest of your life holds joy and prosperity, brother. I really do.”

“Thank you, Shining. May the force be with you.”

He gave me an odd look and I shrugged, but then Pinkie popped up next to him and stared at the poor fellow until he bid me goodbye. When he was gone, Pinkie turned to me and said, “Well now that Shiny’s gone we can talk! I’m really super liking the party, Maxxy!”

I smiled at her. “I’m glad that you are. Have you been trying any of the marked brownies, or are you sticking with drinking this time around?”

“A little bit of both never killed anypony.” Pinkie beamed.

“True enough, I suppose. Thank you for helping with the decorations and the set up, Pinks.”

“It really wasn’t a problem at all! I’m always happy to help, Maxxy!”

I chuckled. “Still, thank you. Twilight was freaking out about nothing being right until you showed up and made your Magic do its thing.”

Pinkie nodded and her hair flattened slightly. “Right. Speaking of my Magic, I’ve been doing some work behind enemy lines and things are quiet for the time being. Tirek’s assault was supposed to be the start of The War, but when you beat him before they could even see the coast, it killed morale pretty hard.” She chuckled. “Looks like Discord doesn’t know how to fight a war.”

“He’s baiting us.” I said simply. “Don’t get complacent. Keep a sharp eye out when you can, and when you can’t, keep an ear open for any likely rumors.”

She sobered pretty quickly before her hair reinflated. “Okie-dokie-loki! So when do I get to go on a mission with you and our team?”

“Hopefully never. You already see more action than most of us, Pinkie.”

“Oh.” She blinked a few times. “Well that’s weird.”

“So sayeth thee, knave.”

“Begone with thine insolence!” Pinkie replied, thrusting a finger at me.

I booped her. “Cute. I like your dress.”

“Thanks! Rarity made it for me!” Pinkie did a little twirl. “It even makes me look like I have boobies!”

“I’d comment on that, but I literally just got married and I’m not trying to get stabbed before I get a chance to do anything.”

She pouted. “Aww! Just when I look my best, you won’t even look!”

“I’ll look when you get married.” I chuckled.

She groaned. “But Cheese Sandwich is gonna wanna watch if we do anything, and if he gets to watch then Twilight is gonna wanna watch and I don’t know if I can perform with a real audience!”

I patted her head consolingly. “You’re assuming that I’m sticking my dick in you, and that’s just unlikely.”

She glared up at me. “I’ll get me some of you one of these days!”

“Nah.”

“Don’t you ‘Nah’ me!”

“Nah, I do what I want.”

“Then do me!”

“Nah.”

Pinkie growled and stormed off in a pretend huff for comedic effect. I went back to drinking some wine that was nice and sweet while scanning the crowd for someone else to talk to. My eyes locked with Spike’s and he left Apple Bloom’s side to come and talk to me for a moment.

“Max! So you’re really my big brother now.” He said with a grin.

“I really am, Spike.” I chuckled. “How are things at the library? I imagine that having your own place has been having its ups and downs.”

He shrugged. “It’s actually just like when you and Twilight used to go off for official business or when you’d just go and spend time at your house. Being all alone doesn't bother me most of the time, but I really want Apple Bloom to come and stay with me.”

“It really does help to have someone else in the house when you’re not used to being alone. I know that being able to sleep in the same bed as Twilight every night is pretty great “

Spike smiled. “So what are you two supposed to do after the reception? I mean, it’s not like there’s another party after this one, right?”

I raised a brow. “There’s another party after this one, but it’s extremely selective. Only two people get to go most of the time.”

He tilted his head and gave me the oddest look until it clicked. His face grew bright red and he shook his head. “Don’t you guys do that all the time anyway?”

“Actually, tonight’s the first time.” I said casually.

“That makes no sense.”

“It doesn’t have to. At least, not to you.” I shined my nails on the jacket of my tux.

“Whatever you say, dude. I just wanted to tell you that I’m glad we’re actual brothers now.”

“Same here, little bro. If you ever need anything, feel free to talk to me.”

“Well, I could actually use some more meat, now that I think about it. Could you have your chef send some more over?”

“Will do, mate.”

Spike fucked off to go back to enjoying the party and I wandered into the crowd for a little bit to go and find Twilight, but on the way, I was stopped by quite a few people. Fluttershy had been looking for me and wanted to tell me that she was happy for me, Applejack gave me a bottle of Zap Apple Jack for later, Fleur gave me another hug, Crimson was drunk and wanted a hug like Fleur, Noir came back and told me that Blueblood was secured for my visit, and Luna took me aside for a quick word.

“Congratulations, Maximus. It would seem that your resolve was stronger than your anxiety from the past few days.” Luna complimented.

“It had to be, Lulu. How could I tell Twilight that I was afraid to get married, but not afraid to risk my life in a war?” I shook my head, smiling at the absurdity.

Luna chuckled. “Indeed. It would be ludicrous to fret over such a matter when you have faced far scarier obstacles in the past.”

“Right?” I nodded. “So what made you come and get me? Are you looking for something in particular, or… ?”

“No, I just wanted to speak with you.” Luna replied evenly.

I let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I thought you might be trying to give me some bad news or something.”

“Must I always be the bearer of bad news?” Luna asked.

“No, but you’re damn good at it. I’d give you a few examples, but I’m sure you can remember.”

“There have been a few occurrences.” She acquiesced. “Like the news that you had Dark Magic eating away at your soul.”

I sighed. “Speaking of Noir, I hope she’s enjoying the party. I know it’s not really her scene, but I want her to have a good time.”

“She is an adapter, much like the rest of us. Noir will fit in where she pleases, Maximus, so do not forget that.”

“I won’t. If you see her, send her over to me, will you?”

Luna nodded and accepted my none-to-subtle dismissal so I could go and find Twilight. I didn’t have to look terribly hard since I knew she would be in the largest cluster of people, so I just went where the party was densest and saw many of my female friends and relatives complementingcomplimenting Twilight on her ring. I sat back for a little while until people started noticing me and let me in to see my wife… God, it’s still fucking radical to see that in writing. Twilight is my wife.

I came face to face with Twilight and we shared a kiss before saying anything. “How are you enjoying the night, Cherry?”

“Oh Max, it’s been wonderful! The way you carried on after that little snafu during the vows was simply marvelous!” Twilight beamed before hugging me tightly. “I’m so glad tonight is happening!”

I craned my neck down to whisper in her ear. “It only gets better from here, Cherry. Keep that in mind.” I nibbled on her ear and she squeezed my arm, giving me a half-lidded look for a few seconds.

“I have a surprise for you and I just know that you’re going to love it.” She kissed my cheek.

I returned the affectionate gesture. “I can’t wait. Once we get the rabble rousers out of here, tonight is going to be magical.”

Twilight chuckled. “Don’t be too eager, okay? We still have a while to go before we can slip off into the night.”

I slipped my left hand through reality as I knew it to palm Twilight’s rear under her dress. She bit her lip before kissing me on the jaw, a sure sign of fun to be had in the near future. “Patience, Amour. If I can do it, you can do it.”

I let my hand return to my side and gave her a devilish smile. “Fair’s fair, I guess. Wanna make some rounds?”

Twilight reached for my hand and I gave it to her shortly before we started walking around, talking to the little groups that had formed around the room. Fleur, Fancy, and Crimson had been talking about a certain something that shouldn’t be recorded in these pages. Terribly naughty business. The girls were talking to Celestia and Noir about something or other before Twilight and I arrived, and when we came over, the brightly colored ones gushed some more over Twilight’s… Everything, basically. I took to Noir and Celestia for a moment to see what they were up to.

“So, ladies. How fares the night?” I asked magnanimously.

Celestia rolled her eyes at my shenanigans. “It was wise of you to have two different receptions. I don’t think Twilight could have withstood being embarrassed by her real dancing in front of the full crowd.”

Noir chimed in. “Speaking of, how are your toes? I could not help but notice that Twilight was often standing on them for the duration of your dance.”

I knocked the tip of my shoe against the ground. “I had steel inserts put in. I know my Cherry well.”

My mentor chuckled. “You truly are a bright mind. Tell me, what do you plan on doing with her after the reception ends? I know you two have been awaiting this day for some time now.”

I raised a brow at her. “I’m planning on making the night quite memorable, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Celestia shook her head. “I’m sure you’ll make Twilight an even happier woman tonight. Really Max, I know it meant the world to Twilight to have you involved in the wedding preparations, and having things go so smoothly after that little incident just makes the night that much better.”

I massaged my hand. “Yeah, I’ve got plans for Blueblood too. Your permission pending, of course.

The Solar Diarch’s eyes went cold. “He tried to assassinate my surrogate daughter. He’s yours to do with as you see fit.”

Noir chuckled darkly. “We will see him through to the afterlife in time, though I would like to ask your assistance in one of my sessions with him. I always find that having extra help never hurts.”

“You’ll have it however you’d like it.” Celestia nodded once.

“Kinky.” I chimed in. “I’ll get to have a hand in this, yeah?”

“It’s your operation, Maximus.” Noir replied.

“Blueblood went after your wife. It is your right to handle him however you see fit.” Celestia said, scorn entering her voice.

I grinned evilly. “Good. I have some interesting plans that I’ll need some help with.”

“Name your task.” Noir said.

“Whatever I can do.” Celestia said simultaneously.

“Healing.” I said simply.

They looked at each other before looking back to me with a grin on their faces. “No problem.” Celestia replied.

“I would read your mind, but I would like to see what you come up with as the time comes.” Noir stroked her chin. “Thought your idea with the nails was interesting.”

“It gets better. I thought of another way to use them.” I said, glancing over to see Twilight looking at me. “Time’s up, ladies. I’ve gotta go attend to the wifey, you two focus on the festivities.”

“Of course. Have fun with your happiness, Max.” Noir said warmly, switching tack easily.

Celestia did the same with even less effort. “Treat her well, Max. If I catch you taking her for granted, I’m going to start with fingers and move on to floppier things.”

I resisted the temptation to hold myself and fuck off then and there. “Understood. See you ladies later.”

They waved me off as I went back to go see Twilight, and when we met up, we continued our circuit around the room until we met our parents while they were all talking to each other. Onyx was steadily giving Night Light a glare that obviously made the fellow uncomfortable, but Blue and Velvet had chosen to ignore them and were talking freely to each other. Twilight and I decided to join them instead of our fathers for obvious reasons.

“Baby, Twilight! You’ve finally decided to wander over and see your parents.” Blue said warmly.

I shrugged. “You’re just not as high on the list as wine and interruptions. From the way you’re talking, it sounds like you thought we wouldn’t want our dear old hangers-on to bask in the glory of our moment for as long as possible. We both know that to be untrue.”

Blue sighed hard. “In my defense, I tried warning Twilight that Max was unbalanced and would take a saint’s patience to deal with.”

Velvet just blinked at me. “That was most likely one of the most narcissistic statements I’ve ever heard, and I knew Blueblood for years.”

Twilight squeezed my hand. “What Max really means is that you were on the top of the list, it’s just that we got caught up by just about everyone and their best friend on the way. Being on the far side of the room didn’t really help us get to you any faster, in our defense.”

“I like my version better.” I checked my fingernails. There was a speck of blood under one.

Twilight bumped me with her shoulder. “Shush, mister! Arrogance is not allowed in the Twilight Zone!”

I felt my face warm slightly from the double entendre. “Shushing.”

Blue’s brows raised. “She understands and then she commands! I think you two will be just fine.”

Velvet giggled, her face rosy. “I’d be scared if I were you too, Max.” Someone definitely got it.

Twilight flushed as the knowledge was traded. She hit the panic button pretty hard when she figured out that her mother knew, but I pulled her closer and hugged her with one arm. I was stifling giggles, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

My Mum was the only one who didn’t know what was going on and she played her part well. “Right? Especially on their wedding night. Being stuck in another room entirely would be awful!”

My wife squeezed me. “I couldn’t do that to us. Missing the night of our wedding would be the worst!”

“Can I talk yet?” I whispered in her ear.

“You’re fine, Amour.” Twilight gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Yes. Yes I am, aren’t I?”

“You’re getting close to shush time again.” Twilight warned.

“Oh come on! I just married the best bachelorette this side of the hundredth dimension: Let me be happy and braggadocious for like, an hour!”

She rolled her eyes. “You get one more.”

“I’ll savour it when I find the right time.” I sighed longingly.

Blue and Velvet tittered like clucking hens and spoke rapidly to each other in half-formed thoughts and incomprehensible sentences while giggling and smiling the entire time. With their attention diverted for the time being, I took the opportunity to get another handful of Twilights pleasant posterior. She leaned into my chest a bit more and sighed contentedly. Our parents took notice and assumed Twilight was tired and thus they began the end of the party. We passed out more hugs and got more than a few knowing looks from those who were married as we went through the guests we’d entertained for the night. By the end on the hugging and handshaking, I was glad for the end since I was feeling a bit drained. I asked Twilight if she minded casting a reinvigorating spell and she hit me with the one that she had been conjuring for herself rather selflessly.

It was agreed the the party would continue for as long as there were people to keep it going and that everyone present for the end was encouraged to nab a room. There were still servants making rounds with drinks as we left by Twilight’s Teleportation. Our room was two entire halls, if that tells you anything of the size of our own private chambers. Twilight and I appeared in the middle of our room, still holding hands. We looked around for a moment before looking at each other, and when our eyes met, wet both let out a somewhat shaky breath.

“Almost three years in the making.” Twilight murmured.

“All the waiting… This is it.” I took a deep breath and smiled easily at Twilight. “Come hither, sweet Cherry, bliss awaits you this night.” I let go of her hand and held her arm, leaning down so that our noses were nearly touching.

Twilight slowly closed her eyes. “And many more nights in the future, dear Amour.” She closed the slight distance between us and we embraced passionately, taking our fill our each other.

The hunger was not so easily satiated.

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Twilight and I stood in the middle of the room, our lips pressed against each other’s as if it was the last time we would ever do so, but the feeling of the kiss was flooded with the same emotions that had washed over me during the first. I felt Twilight’s vibe, her aura, shift and swirl, giving me different impressions and reactions until I deemed it an appropriate time to nibble on her lip a little. The simple little action incensed Twilight and she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me closer. During a moment of vulnerability, Twilight seized control of the kiss abruptly and surprised me with a pleasant amount of tongue.

I wrestled against her for momentum, but Twilight’s tongue game was beating some of my best efforts. She was damn good at kissing by now, and those wonderfully soft lips of hers just made the experience that much sweeter, but I eventually had to make her submit to my prowess so we could move things along a little. We’d been kissing for some time and I’d been trying to get Twilight to go where she wanted, but it seemed as though I would be in control for most of the night.

I started by kissing Twilight’s jaw, being careful to apply a little more pressure where the jaw hinges. Twilight accepted my affection wonderfully, so while I did that, I reached behind her and began stroking her wings with True Theft. I moved onto nibbling on Twilight’s neck and her wings slowly expanded to their full length under my careful attention, but they weren’t where I wanted them to be yet. My wife allowed me to control the pacing without a doubt in her mind about my performance and I was touched by her absolute confidence in me. That inspired me to go above and beyond, so I started massaging the pleasure nodes in her wings, a hard thing to do while you’re trying to kiss your way up someone’s neck.

Our lips met once again and I continued to tease and manipulate Twilight’s wings, making her grip my arms tightly. “Max~” She cooed coquettishly. “You’ve been teasing me for years! Let’s just do it!”

“A little more patience, Cherry.” I kissed her briefly. “It’ll be that much better if you wait a bit for it.”

She moaned as I squeezed one of the nodes on her wings. “Fine, but you better deliver!”

I kissed her one more time. “I promise. Now, how do I get you out of this dress?”

Twilight’s horn lit up and she turned around, narrowly missing me with one of her wings. “The zipper is tricky, so I just used Magic. I hope I didn’t take away from the moment.”

I helped ease her arms out of the sleeves. “Not at all. Frustrating zippers take more out of the moment than burping.”

Twilight hiccupped adorably. “Oh my.”

I chuckled and assisted with removing her dress the rest of the way, admiring her curves as I slid the beautiful garment down even more tantalizing legs. Instead of responding, I let my hand glide across Twilight’s stockings as I trailed them up to her garter belt. When I rose behind her and held her for a moment, she let me have it until I let her go so she could face me again. I appreciated the violet lace combo she’d gone with, though I wasn’t fond of the push-up variety of bra for their dishonesty. Still, it made Twilight’s breasts look delectable, but before I could be allowed a taste of Heaven, I had to disrobe.

My wife was ardent with undressing me, though I was proud that she abstained from using Magic to get what she wanted sooner. My tie (Made by Rarity) was tossed to the side along with my dress shirt, undershirt, and trousers. I’m not a fucking weirdo, so I took my socks off because what man wears socks during sex? Once Twilight and I were in an equal state of undress, we began again, but the overpowering energy behind Twilight’s movements was gone. Instead, she felt a little more relaxed and prepared for the coming event, even slowing down far enough so that we could share control of the kiss equally instead of trying to wrest it away from each other.

Twilight let her hands wander over my body as I allowed mine to do the same with hers, though I found myself most often attracted to her round, full arse. Twilight was fond of my rear as well, but more often than not, her hands were on my chest or my arms, gently probing them for any softness that might lie within. I doubted that she found much if any, but I know she liked what she got.

On a whim, I picked Twilight up and she wrapped her legs around me, my semi-erect member lying in wait between her thighs as I guided us over to our bed. When we got there, I laid Twilight down gently and began trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbones, sweeping across them with gentle caresses of my lips. We’d done it all before, to be fair, but there was something different about this time. Something entirely especial on its own. As I kissed my way past Twilight’s clothed breasts, I reached up to fondle one and she pressed my hand more firmly against it. Her lovely purple eyes met my green and blue ones.

Twilight gave me a lascivious look. “Take it off. It’s just in the way.”

I gave her a toothy grin. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

I reached behind her and unhooked the obstacle with a well practiced ease. Twilight shrugged her bra off and allowed me to feel her breasts with intent. She leaned back and let me work as I gently fondled her breasts, just barely applying pressure to her already hard nipple as I teased her. I could already smell that she was aroused, but I wanted to make this one of the best nights of her life, so we were going to take it slow and steady. After levitating Twilight a bit further onto the bed, I crawled over to her slowly, smiling like a fool the entire time. Twilight’s attempt at a sexy ‘Come hither’ were simply adorable, so when I stopped, propping myself up over her, we both had a little giggle before we kissed once more.

I scooted back a bit and lowered my face to Twilight’s chest, her heart hammering loudly behind flesh and bone. I knew what the plan was, and as I pressed my lips against the softness of her left breast, she ran her fingers through my hair and murmured, “Just like that, Amour. I think I can wait.”

I let the tip of my tongue drag along the fine, short fur of her breasts on my spiraling path up to her sensitive little nipples. “I’m glad you came around. This is gonna be good, my love.”

Twilight laid her head back. “I believe you, Amour. I believe you.”

I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked gently, rolling the tip around with my tongue. She gasped at the feeling and I increased the pressure ever so slightly and nibbled on her nipple as if I was trying to eke out a little milk. There was none to be had, sadly, but Twilight’s breast’s did taste faintly of well-aged wine and that was nice in itself. I took my time on her chest because it was a nice place to do so, all the while I kept both of my hands busy one way or the other. I occasionally stroked Twilight’s thigh a few times because I like them a lot, but I mostly focused on her breasts.

When I’d had my fill, I asked, “Could you roll over for me, Cherry? We’re moving onto something that might be a bit more fun.”

Twilight purred. “Happily.” She did as I’d asked and flicked her tail at me. “So what’s on your mind, Amour? Did you just want to enjoy the view?” Her face grew redder at the last part.

I repositioned myself to be directly over her legs. I took a moment to squeezed her rear with both hands because I could and gave each plump cheek a light spank. “The view is lovely, but I thought a loving wing massage would be nice to start with.”

She giggled. “You say that, but all I feel is your hands on my flank.”

I gave her another squeeze. “What can I say? I like what I see!”

We both chuckled a little more while I hooked my finger into the waistband of her knickers. Twilight looked back to see what I was doing, but it wasn’t time to take them off just yet. No, instead I positioned myself so I could reach Twilight’s wings and have a little fun for myself. With my rod pressed against her bottom, I started gently manipulating the nodes that lined Twilight wings. She sighed in content as I started, but as I began to add more pressure, her sighs turned into moans and her wings returned to their fully stretched out state. I ground my thumbs against the joints of her wings and Twilight’s breath hitched, her moans giving way to pleasure-filled whimpers until the point where I brought her around to her first climax. I was fully erect and ready to move on to the next phase of my operation, but Twilight had other plans.

After a little cool down on her wing massage, Twilight rolled around and shoved me onto my back, planting her hands squarely on my chest. “Alright, Amour. It’s your turn~” Twilight leaned down to kiss my jaw.

I placed my hands on her hips. “I figured we could do that last-”

“Nope. You’re getting a present before we do anything else. That was too nice to just let go unrewarded!”

I chuckled and propped myself up for another kiss that Twilight kindly let me have. “Ravish me then, you ruffian! You may take my body, but you’ll never take my pride!”

She rolled her eyes, smiling brilliantly. “Now you just sit back and let your sweet little Cherry make you feel good, okay?”

I did as she asked, assisting her in strippng my boxers when the time came. The first thing I felt was Twilight’s dainty little hand wrap itself around my member gingerly, giving it a little squeeze before she stroked me once slowly. As nice as her hand felt, I was waiting for the moment when Twilight would place her lips upon my tip, and when that moment came, it was better than any other time previously. She planted a kiss on my head and I stole a few pillows from somewhere on the bed to prop myself up so I could watch as Twilight worked. She popped my tip into her mouth and licked it lovingly before bobbing her head. I felt myself touch the back of her throat on her second go ‘round, but when she suddenly opened her throat and swallowed me down to the base, my eyes shot open and I bucked involuntarily, making Twilight’s head bounce.

She didn’t bite me, much to my surprise, but she wasn’t too keen on deepthroating me again and it showed in her technique. I let her do as she pleased for a few minutes, not bothering to try and guide her. I thought it would be a good time to let both of us show how much we knew of each other, and by Twilight’s masterful ministrations, I’d say she knows me pretty damn well. All too soon, my time was coming.

“Cherry, I’m almost there.” I moaned.

She stopped sucking and started stroking me with her hand. “Patience, Amour.”

I sighed. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

Twilight grinned and wiped her lips off. “Do you want me to start again?”

“Oh my God, please!” I practically begged.

Twilight chuckled and gave me a long lick from base to tip, wrapping her tongue around my shaft like Fleur once had shortly before vacuuming my member into her mouth and sucking with fervor. I was over the limit within mere moments, spraying my load into Twilight’s mouth seemingly unendingly. It was a fantastic orgasm that made my toes curl and elicited a manly moan of approval. Much to my pleasure, Twilight remembered to show me before she swallowed, and as I watched her throat work, I felt another wave of lust wash over me.

“Alright, it’s my turn now.” I gave Twilight a toothy grin.

She sat back with her arms behind her, so I shoved some pillows behind her and told her to lay back. Twilight did as I asked and I set myself to removing her now-sodden panties from her dripping sex. The scent of her arousal hit me in the nose like never before, and to sate myself for just a moment, I ran a finger along Twilight’s folds and collected some of the dew that lay there. She gasped at my touch, and when I brought my finger to my lips, I had her full attention while I tasted her.

“As sweet as ever.” I said more to myself than to her.

Twilight colored and spread her legs. “Don’t you want to try me straight from the… ‘Honeypot’, as you might write?”

It was my turn to blush. “I’ll bite you, Twilight. I really will.”

She chuckled as I crept closer, beginning with kisses along her thighs and gentle caresses along her legs. “A little nibble wouldn’t hurt”

I gave her a quick smile before returning to the task at hand, attempting to get myself into a sort of rhythm. I generally try not to talk too much during sex since it’s distracting unless it’s well warranted dirty talk, so I picked up where I left off on the kisses and alternated between each thigh as I had been. Twilight muttered her approval every now and again, but I could feel impatience rolling off of her in waves, so I surprised her with a spontaneous lick to her labia. She spasmed, squeezing my head between her legs for a moment. It wasn’t hard enough to make me worried, so I began laying more kisses around her lips, making sure never to actually come into contact with the more sensitive areas.

Twilight sighed. “I didn’t think I would be so sensitive after a wing massage.”

I took a moment to lick her mons. “I’m just glad you’re liking it. I’ve dreamt of this night for a long time.”

Twilight tried to respond as I let the tip of my tongue dance across her lips. “I-I feel the same way, A-Amour.”

“I know. That’s what makes it even sweeter.” I kissed her lips and got a proper taste of Twilight.

She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, resisting the urge to bury my face between her legs. “Max~” She cooed in a way that was absolutely stiffening.

After quickly deciding not to tease her any longer, I finally got started in earnest with Twilight, licking her outer lips while teasing her inner ones with a finger. I licked and nibbled on her puffy outer lips to my heart’s content, but Twilight had been right when she asked if I wanted to taste her straight from the source. I entered her with my tongue and tried spelling out a love story with the tip, earning Twilight’s enthusiasm as she pressed my face against her sex more and more. Once I’d lapped up plenty of her nectar, I started my assault on her clitoris, peeling back the hood to expose the tender little nubbin while I tried slipping my middle finger into Twilight’s tight walls.

I found her G-Spot with no issues mere moments after latching onto her clit with my mouth. As I rolled the nub around with my tongue, I stroked Twilight from the inside with a singular finger, trying to make the orgasm worthwhile for her. She continued making noises of approval along with moans as I toiled away, and when the magic moment came, I wasn’t prepared for how much Twilight would gush into my face. I tried my hardest to catch every drop of her nectar in my mouth, but some inevitably went to waste while Twilight was in the throes of her climax. As she writhed and twitched, I rode out the worst of it with my face still firmly planted between her legs so I could try and get her off one more time before she quieted down, but it just wasn’t in the cards for me. Twilight came down from her orgasm after a little while and I decided to cuddle up next to her and rub her tummy for a little bit.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve been waiting for that all day.” Twilight sighed dreamily.

I stroked her tummy in little circles. “And here I thought that you might not be in the mood or something when the time came.”

She scoffed. “What gave you that impression?”

“Irrational fear.” I chuckled.

Twilight mumbled something incomprehensible before saying, “There’s still more to tonight, isn’t there?”

“Of course there is! What kind of wedding night would it be without some extra goodness?”

She placed her hand over mine as I rubbed her stomach. “I wouldn’t mind if we stopped here. I mean-”

“Nah.”

Twilight rolled around to give me a look. “What do you mean, ‘Nah’?”

“I mean we’re going all the way tonight, if you’re up for it.”

She smiled nervously. “I don’t know, Max… It just… Well, it seems kinda scary now that we’re actually going to do it.”

I gave her a long kiss, hoping to convey my feelings perfectly. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. We can spend the rest of the night doing something else.”

Twilight gave me a kiss and a warm smile. “That’s one of the reasons why I love you, Max. You’re always so considerate of my feelings when it comes to these kinds of things.”

”I try to be considerate of your feelings all the time.”

“It shows.” She said comfortingly. “Even if you don’t always succeed, it shows.”

I gave her a peck. “Thank you. It’s nice to know that my efforts are being noticed.”

Twilight gave me a sultry little smirk and her hand slid down my stomach, eading further south until she reached what she’d been aiming for. “You know I was just teasing you about doing it tonight, right?”

My breath hitched as she began stroking. “I was hoping that you were, but you can never know.”

She kissed me more passionately this time around and let my member throb in her soft, fuzzy hand. “I was. I want you tonight, Amour, and I want you now.”

I rose from my side and Twilight shifted around quickly so that her legs were wrapped around me. I couldn’t help myself as I stroked them once more, her words sinking in as I realized that I was really about to have sex with the woman who had once nearly gotten me labeled as a rapist due to her own lack of knowledge on the subject. The fact that both of us were sober this time around, years after we’d met, and now we were married and prepared for our first time together… It was a fantastic feeling that I’ll never forget for as long as I live.

“Max? What are you waiting for?” Twilight asked a little anxiously.

I shook my head and pressed my bell-head against her entrance. “Savoring the moment, Cherry. I want to remember this for as long as I can.”

Twilight’s horn flashed briefly. “And we will.” She smiled at me. “I can’t say that I haven’t been waiting for this moment ever since we first played with that rotor.”

“Back at your house, when I asked to be in charge of the controls.” I said.

“Exactly! Ever since then.” She sighed.

I added a little more pressure with the tip of my member, lubricating it with her juices. “I’ve been waiting since you came onto me before the welcoming party. Your naughty side is still one of the most enticing things about you, especially when you get embarrassed.” I eased the tip into her.

Twilight gasped and placed a hand on my chest. “A bit slower please!”

I stopped moving so she could get used to me. “As slow as you want to go, Cherry. We have the whole night.”

She gave me a tight smile. “Can I take back what I said earlier? It is kinda scary now that we’re actually doing it.”

I leaned forward and gave her a long, slow kiss with a little tongue just to keep things interesting. Twilight responded with enthusiasm for the entire duration. So much so that she barely noticed as I slowly slid about a third of my total length into her before reaching her hymen. Her breathing increased rapidly when we felt the symbol of her virginity bar the path of my member, but instead of letting go of her, I held her more tightly and pressed the kiss for as long as I could, giving Twilight ample time to get used to my lifelong friend.

As I was easing myself into a slight rhythm, Twilight suddenly used Magic to make my hips thrust forward, tearing through her hymen in one clean shot. She cried out and embraced me tightly, doing her best to limit my ability to breath while I tried not to blow my load early from the sheer amount of pressure Twilight’s inner walls were exerting against my member. I swear I could feel every little bump, every fold in her honeypot that made the experience shine like no other. Feeling Twilight’s very depths in reality instead of the dreamscape was amazing, and when she eased up enough for me to pull out a bit, I was in Heaven from the waist down.

Instead of trying to jump straight into things, I took it slow and offered Twilight more pain-relieving kisses that she accepted gratefully. I couldn’t wait to get to the good old-fashioned loving, but the tender stuff was the order of the day, so I played especially nice and made sure that Twilight was taken care of before doing anything that would be pleasant for myself. I peppered Twilight’s face with little kisses and gave her lips plenty of attention, but what I was focused on was making sure Twilight was still feeling pleasure through the pain. I started in on her neck once more, though this time I did more gentle biting and hard sucking than kissing. Her moans told me that I was doing pretty okay, and when I started easing my hips to and fro, Twilight responded much more happily.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” She said between steadily lightening breaths.

“It would suck if it was just painful.” I said with some effort. Twilight’s tightness really wasn’t something to turn one’s nose up at.

Twilight gave me a lovely little kiss. “I think I’m okay now. I want you to try going a bit quicker.”

“Let me know if I start going too fast, okay? Don’t let me hurt you.” “I kissed her once more.

She smiled shyly. “I don’t think you would do it on purpose.”

“I would never hurt you on purpose. The feeling isn’t mutual-” Twilight flicked my nose. “Ow. Case in point.”

Twilight opened her mouth to say something and I withdrew my member as she tried to vocalize her dissent, though I didn’t suddenly pull out of anything. I just receded at a moderate pace and thrust into her at about the same speed. She was reduced to adorable grunts of pleasure instead of silly words, so I just smiled and went on about my business. Twilight’s entrance gripped me every step of the way, testing my endurance, but through sheer force of will, I started a decent pace for us and stuck to it for a good ten minutes so Twilight could experience missionary properly.

After fifteen or so minutes of gentle, standard loving, I asked Twilight if she wanted to try another position, but she just moaned and begged me to keep going. I thought that it sounded an awful lot like an invitation to go faster, so I picked up the pace and Twilight’s slippery folds offered little in the way of resistance against my newly found ardor. Apparently all I’d needed to do was go a little faster because my wife had her climax after six more thrusts at the heightened pace.

When Twilight came, the ridiculous tightness of her marvelous honeypot became even more incredible, leaving me with no more will left to go. I couldn’t even pull out to thrust when my first shot came, but it’s not as though I would have wanted to anyway. I could feel Twilight’s cervix from my current positioning, and since she was holding me tightly with her legs, I couldn’t have gone anywhere, even if I’d wanted to. Still, My second orgasm of the night was incredible as Twilight held me close, practically vibrating as she withstood her first orgasm from sex. I had seven shots to spill deep within Twilight’s walls, and while we were still connected at the hips, our juices occasionally dripped from her honeypot, most likely staining the comforter. It wasn’t that important, but I like to keep my things nice, dammit!

While Twilight was still coming down from her climax, I was on the rise, preparing for my third load of the night. My stamina hadn’t been tested like this in a good couple of months, but I was ready and willing to keep going if Twilight could find it in herself to let me keep abusing her poor little previously-virgin entrance. My wife finally let me go after a full minute of post-orgasmic cuddling and laid back on the bed, her eyes closed and her breathing still somewhat heavy.

“Oh dear Celestia…” Twilight murmured.

“Oi!” I said, offended.

She opened one eye to look at me. “It’s just a saying, Amour.”

“Why are you saying someone else’s name after sex? That’s like, no-no number one!” I bitched.

Twilight sighed. “I can’t even think straight right now and you want me to what now?”

I eased myself out of Twilight until only the tip was left inside before hilting her out of nowhere, making her cry out in shock. “Ah! Max~!”

“That’s better.” I huffed.

She gave me the cutest little glare you might have ever seen. “You are not going to use sex as a new way to mess with me.”

I collected her legs and held them over one of my shoulders. “What if I use sex as a new way to fuck with you?”

“Double entendres aren’t that funny.” She sniffed.

I pulled all the way out of Twilight and she made a disapproving noise. “Please put it back.”

I gave her a smile and did as she asked. “So we’re not done yet?”

“I can go for one more. I really want to see if you have another position up your sleeve.”

“We’re already in it.” I said, lining myself up with her entrance.

“Oh.”

I raised a brow. “Would you like to try another one?”

“No, I just thought I was going to have to move.”

I levitated her a few inches off of the bed and eased myself into her creamy folds, watching as drops of my semen mixed with her juices flowed from her fuzzy lips. “Nope, just stay floating and this should be a breeze.”

Twilight nodded and I got started, beginning with a nice slow pace to let her get used to the new position for a little while. Twilight was still as tight as before, but now that I could move her entire body without any effort, things were easier on me. Time after time, I hilted Twilight and bumped against her womb, each time eliciting another gasp from Twilight as I reached her deepest depths with room to spare. She still couldn’t take my entire length, but I was willing to bet that she would be able to in the coming months. It was a worthwhile thought, considering how I knew Twilight in the biblical sense now.

Twilight liked the butterfly position well enough, but when I changed things up a bit (moving onto doggy-style), she responded well and encouraged me to pick up the pace. I did as she asked, and after seven minutes of some good loving, Twilight was cumming all over again, but this time, she couldn’t wrap her legs around me to make me stop moving. I continued to thrust into her through her orgasm this time around, doing my best to bring Twilight back to the same level of ecstasy. Sadly, all I did was prolong her orgasm, but when the two minute mark came around and she was still crying out in bliss, I slowed down and paid attention to her eyes, seeing little drops of liquid at the corners. I was sure that I’d given Twilight a bit too much for how early we were in the game, so I slowed down even further and waited until Twilight’s breathing went back to normal before I even thought about moving again.

She twitched at every minute movement, but I wasn’t quite satisfied. I wasn’t even close yet and now that I’d had a taste of Ambrosia, I wanted more and more. Unfortunately, I felt some unease coming from Twilight, so I stopped entirely and shifted us around so we were back in the missionary position.

My wife looked up to me with relief in her eyes. “Are we done already?” She asked, feigning surprise.

“I’m not going to push you during your first time.” I said softly before kissing her. “I told you to tell me if I started hurting you, Cherry.”

Twilight blushed. “You weren’t hurting me, I was just... “ She grew a deeper shade of red. “I was just a bit sensitive.”

I started to pull out and she moaned loudly, so I left myself within her honeypot. “You were starting to have a bad time.”

She placed her hands around my neck and gave me a remorseful smile. “Maybe we can get back to it when I’m less sensitive?”

I gave her another kiss. “We can pick up where we left off in the morning. This isn’t a one night deal, if you recall.” I teased.

My wife beamed. “I might have gotten a bit caught up in the moment. Wow…” She paused for dramatic effect. “We have the rest of our lives to do this. We can have… You know, whenever we want.”

I rolled my eyes. “You still can’t say sex?”

She blushed again. “It’s a dirty word!”

“And you’re a dirty little girl.” I grinned.

“... I’m really tempted to ask you to pull out right now.” Twilight said.

I rolled my eyes again. “Fine. You’re an incredibly sexy young woman.”

“Better. As long as I’m not your ‘little girl’.” Twilight said disdainfully.

I chuckled. “It would make me sound like a creep.” I shifted one of Twilight’s legs and laid down with her, facing her back.

Twilight cooed and moaned as I moved without breaking our connection. “If you start calling me a little girl during sex, I’m going to start calling you Daddy in front of people.”

“Fucking weird.”

“That’s why I would do it.” Twilight said simply, wiggling her bottom against me in the most delectable way.

I stifled a moan and threw an arm over her. “I hope you don’t. I’m not going to be calling you a little girl anytime soon.”

“Good.” She sighed, moments before redirecting the hand that had been on her tummy to her breast.

I gave her a little squeeze. “So you’re not going to try and boss me around now that we’re married, are you?”

Twilight turned her head. “Why would I ever try and do that? Besides, you pretty much do anything I ask of you as it is.”

“Keep it reasonable and it’ll stay that way.” I replied.

“Well, it’s not like I’d ask you to do something that I wouldn’t do myself. Except for maybe talking to certain people, I don’t think that there’s much I would ask you to do in my stead.”

“Yeah, but you would ask me to go deliver a note to Rarity for some bullshit.”

Twilight put her hand over mine and pressed it against her breast more firmly. “You didn’t have anything to do, so why not?”

I let my hand rest. “You could have magicked it to her, dammit!” I chuckled.

Twilight made an exasperated noise. “It got you off the throne for a little bit, so don’t complain.”

“Yeah, whatever.” I said noncommittally.

“Should you really be irritating the woman you’re inside of?”

“I’ve had better ideas.” I admitted.

“Right. So hush hush and figure out a way for me to sleep on you while keeping you inside of me.”

I pulled out of Twilight slowly and she spasmed occasionally as I did so. Once I was out, I levitated her into position so that she would be laying on my chest while I was within her walls, though getting her back onto my rod was a different story. It was a little difficult to get my member back within her walls, but once I had it in, Twilight sighed and we lowered her until she was full of me again.

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“How’s this?” I asked.

“It’s good. I really good.” Twilight replied softly.

“You really what now?”

Twilight didn’t respond, so I listened carefully and heard that her breathing was slowly leveling out, signifying that she was out for the count. I didn’t mind that she’d literally and figuratively fallen asleep on my chest. In fact, I thought it was simply the cutest thing and took my time in joining her in dreamland. I spent a about half an hour just looking at her, brushing stray locks of hair from her face, and listening to her breathing and heart-beat as time carried on. I didn’t want the night to end just yet, so I stole my journal and my writing utensils so I could write all of this down.

The Sun is getting ready to rise as I’m writing this and I can’t really help but feel that there’s nothing better than the sight of the sky lightening on the first day of my forever with Twilight. Her memory spell is still in effect and I can feel every moment worming its way deeper into my subconscious as well as being stored near the front of my mind for easy access. I think it’ll stop when I go to sleep, but I just don’t know. For now, I’m having the time of my life, soaking in every ounce of Twilight that I can get.

She’s starting to stir and I can hear her breathing getting a little less rhythmic. I think it’s time to stop writing

Author's Notes:

Blessed be the act of forming such bonds with a loved one, to know in your heart of hearts that you've made the right choice. It's not a feeling everyone is privy to, but is it not beautiful all the same?

As for the release of this chapter, if I haven't invited you to go look at my most recent blog post, I suppose it's needless now. I'd just like to say; Gotcha, and this chapter has been posted on my Dad's birthday to honor his inner troll. Asshole.

And so begins Max's married life. Now seems like a good time to say that, as of the posting of this chapter, I am currently writing Chapter Sixty-Three, so don't worry about the story ending soon. All will be well.