The Wedding Night
Hurricane in the Forest
“Stormy Weather, do you take this mare, Harvest Moon, to be your lovely wedded wife, to have and to hold, to cherish and to–”
“Excuse me.”
“Er… yes?”
“Apologies, my good sir, but I would not be here today if I were not already fully committed to this divine beauty next to me. I will cherish her and hold her, as I have done already, and I would personally escort anypony who tries to defy that straight through the gates of Tartarus.”
“…I see. Harvest Moon, do you take this stallion–”
“I most definitely DO!”
“…Ahem… alright. Then by the powers vested in me by the princesses of Equestria, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
Bells rang and music played as Stormy Weather lifted the veil of the mare before him. Beneath it lay the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. “Harvest?” he said softly.
Her eyes were shimmering with excitement and joy. “Yes?”
The dark blue stallion leaned in close and whispered, “I love you,” before pressing his lips against his bride’s. As if on cue, her wings snapped out to their full span with an audible POMF! She broke the kiss with a fierce blush, looking down at the floor and coughing with embarrassment. Her husband’s face reflected her emotions. Behind them, they could hear their families beginning to laugh. She looked back up at him, eyes portraying her mortified emotions at her social faux pas.
With a grin, his own wings snapped open, feathers stiff and erect. He smiled at Harvest’s look of shock and the now audible laughter of their audience before he was tackled to the ground by her. The white pegasus’ veil fell off, revealing her violet mane. The single blue streak fell around her face, intertwining with her husband’s blue mane. His light blue streaks fell back, creating a kind of halo around the crown of his head. Harvest found it to be both highly accurate and somewhat… erotic, diving in and attempting to fuse their mouths together. This went on for several moments, reality fading away into nothingness.
Harvest pulled away from her social savior to help him up on his hooves. She brushed her streak back and blushed, aware that on top of their wedding day wingboners, she had just intensely made out with her husband in front of an entire crowd of ponies. The newlyweds looked out over the crowd. Neither had noticed that they had all fallen silent. After a few awkward seconds, a pair of clopping hooves could be heard. Then another. Within moments, the entire gathering had gotten to their hooves and were applauding vigorously.
Suddenly swelling with pride, Stormy Weather took his bride by the hoof and walked with her down the aisle, music continuing to play and well wishes being given all around. It was a beautiful sight indeed.
~~~after the reception~~~
The pegasi crashed through the door and fell to the floor, giggling in their wine-induced stupor. Harvest Moon picked herself up and smiled down at her husband. He looked so dashing in his tuxedo…
“I love you.”
…It was perfectly fitted to his musculature…
“I want to be with you always.”
…It made him look so sexy…
“...I have to rip it off of you.”
“What was that?” he said. Stormy got up off the floor and approached his wife. In her eyes he saw the unmistakable look of lust. One that he was more than happy to reciprocate. Before she could answer, he continued with, “No, no. Don’t speak.” He took a step closer, making her eyes glow with delight. “I don’t need to hear it; actions do speak louder than words, you know.”
“I know.” The white mare halted his advances with a small kiss. As she pulled away, the midnight blue stallion wrapped his hooves around her neck and pulled her in for another, more passionate one. Tonight was going to be fantastic. While not their first - and certainly not their last - it would be their only wedding night, and Celestia-dammit, they were going to make the best of it.
Harvest’s smile was accented with a darkening blush. She took her new groom by the tie and slowly dragged him back to the four poster bed behind her. Stormy, while normally well composed from his intense military training, wore the goofiest “I am going to get laid by the prettiest creature in existence” grin. He followed her willingly like a sailor to the siren’s song, helping her up onto the sheets once the distance had been closed. “Sweetheart?” he asked, quietly but confidently.
Now on the bed, she looked up at him. “Yes?” What did he have to say to her? Did he not know that she wanted him as soon as physically possible, sooner if she could have it? What could possibly be so important that would deny himself the opportunity to begin ravaging her immediately.
The blue pegasus climbed on top of her and his features twisted into those worthy of an incubus. “I am going to make you the happiest mare in the world, and if I am able to do what I plan to, you will not be able to walk for the foreseeable future.” He watched as her look of impatience became one of such raw desire that any more teasing would be nothing short of cruel and unusual torture.
True to her needs, the mare threw her hooves around her husband’s neck and locked him in a suffocating kiss. This led to him falling onto her slightly to get a better hoofhold. With ravenous desire he thrust his tongue between her lips, wrestling it with her own in a dance of passion and hunger. Both parties moaned as their make-out session became more energized and frantic. “Mmm, Stormy…” she mumbled into his lips.
He looked down at her with a near crazed hunger burning in his eyes. “Are you ready?” he asked, panting already. Sweat soaked through his collar and stained his dress shirt. It was of no consequence to him - his clothing was simply an obstacle at the present time.
His young wife’s look was enough of an answer. Quickly, she reached up and undid his tie, throwing it onto the floor. As she did so, he began peppering kisses along her alabaster neck, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The clothes couldn’t go fast enough - his jacket, her shoes, his shirt, her dress… within moments, they found themselves strewn about the room, Harvest’s garter having found its way to hanging from the doorknob.
Now both naked and emanating so much lust it was tangible, they dove back into each other’s maws, bodies pressed up tight against the other. Harvest Moon was the first to advance, sliding her delicate hooves down his trunk and resting them on his cutie marks. At her touch, the lightning bolts emblazoned there appropriately sent shocks through their owner’s body. Stormy Weather reacted predictably, moaning louder and giving an involuntary buck of his hips. “Oh, by the heavens, Harvest… I need you NOW.” His voice was full of conviction.
“Oh, I was about to say the same thing, darling,” she said breathlessly. Feeling something brush up against her inner thigh, she looked down to see his rather immodest member yearning to be joined with her. Giggling in a manner befitting of a newlywed bride, Harvest reached a hoof down and stroked it, eliciting a loud groan from the form hovering over her.
“No more teasing, please!” Stormy begged. His rod twitched and ached and begged to be buried into his wife’s folds, which were conveniently only a few inches away. He could smell her musk in the air, which only served to arouse him further. Without waiting for permission, he repositioned his length right in front of her wet honey pot. Like a magnet, the two drew closer together until the point of contact, earning shudders from either pony.
“Do it,” she said. He did not need any further instructions. Stormy happily obliged, pushing past the white outer folds and into the pink moistness within, enveloping his needy member in the warmth he so desperately desired. As he did, the white mare groaned in intense pleasure at being filled by such a wondrous thing as her husband.
Now the real fun could begin. The dark stallion began thrusting his hips in and out of his lovely wife, gaining a bit of speed with every thrust. However, the force behind the pistoning pegasus was undeniable. Harvest found herself being pushed back repeatedly into the pillows at her head, eyes clenched shut and moaning quite unceremoniously, bucking her own hips up to keep up with her groom’s bone-shattering movements. She couldn’t imagine how he could be doing this, the simple act which they had done on many occasions, being intensified to such a degree. Tonight, his love was showing as it had never been done before. They were not just having sex. They were making love.
A fire was burning between them, and it was destined to blaze out of control. Stormy kissed his wife, forcefully and passionately, which she reciprocated. Their bodies were covered in sweat and the air reeked of their pheromones. The stallion allowed his body to take full control, hammering away against her flower with no restraint.
Harvest reflected his intensity, both being bucked against the cushions and bucking back against him, screaming with euphoria. Both partners’ wings were out at full extension, twitching from the sheer tension in them. “Ohhh, harder! Please Stormy, I need you!” She wrapped her forehooves around his neck and pulled his head down into her bosom. “Please, don’t hold back!” Her breathing was heavy and she was loving every minute of his firm stallionhood sliding past her warm wet walls.
His face now gasping through the tufts of fur on Havest’s chest, he nodded, saying, “As you wish.” Without losing pace, Stormy slid a hoof down to the lovely mare’s throbbing bulb, rubbing it with purpose. The effect was immediate - Harvest threw her head back as far as she could and let out an earsplitting cry that filled the room. Her body was wracked with shudders as her first orgasm rent her mind to pieces. “Ahhhhhhyeeeesssss!!!!”
Stormy silenced her with a kiss and continued working his magic, drawing out her pleasure. After her initial shock wave, the tension left her muscles and relaxed her to the point of near paralysis. She simply lay there, enjoying the feeling going on at her waist and admiring the wonderful stallion above her. Even in her current state, she could already feel the sensations building up again.
“Har… Harvest!” he cried out. “I love you so much!” His breath quickened. His past experiences with this mare had taught him several tricks and secrets about her body, not the least of which was the darkest and most well guarded of any female - the location of her G spot. Maneuvering his angle of penetration, Stormy directed his stallionhood up against the back of her stomach, as deep as his body would allow. The second his rod reached its target, Harvest was sparked into life once more.
“Oh, fuck Stormy! Right there, right THERE!” The white mare wrapped her hind legs around his waist, preventing him from pulling too far away from that oh-so-special area. “More! Pleeeeeaassee!!!” Her hips rocked up against those slamming into her, working toward that mind blowing goal.
Just above her, Stormy was just as focused on that goal. “T-together, sweetie! We do it together!” he moaned aloud. They had accomplished that once before, and that had been their first time together. “I love you so much Harvest! More than anything else!” He could feel his cock twitching inside her, and knew it wouldn’t be much longer. “Almost, ungh, there!”
“J-just another second!” Harvest grabbed his face and pulled it into a lust and love filled kiss, moaning into his lips. Their tongues wrestled for dominance of the space, both organs a tangled mess. With a few more bucks, the mare bit down on her husband’s lip involuntarily as she toppled over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing into her mind and a flood of mare juice spilled out of her.
As her walls snuggled his hungry cock, he lost any modicum of control he still had. “HARVEST!!!” He fired off ropes of his liquid love into her, planting his seed deep inside his beautiful wife. His member twitched for several moments, rubbing against Harvest’s silky folds as they both groaned in extreme satisfaction. After they both rode out their orgasms, which happened to last nearly a full minute with no interruption, Stormy collapsed, tilting himself to the side so as not to crush his mare.
Both lay there, leaking fluids occasionally and panting for breath. Several minutes - or perhaps hours - passed before either made a significant motion. Stormy Weather draped his foreleg and wing over his wife, pulling her close to himself in a protective manner. “I love you, honey,” he whispered. “Never forget that.”
He received a warm smile and a kiss on the lips in return. “I know. I love you too, and I will always be here for you.” She managed to slip a wing around his and locked the two of them together. Stormy pulled the sheets of the bed up over them both and gazed into her eyes. This moment would stay with them for the rest of their lives; possibly for the rest of time itself.
The two lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, basking in the glow of their partner. If one were to see the two of them now, they might have been mistaken as one entity. In essence, they were. Stormy Weather and Harvest Moon had consummated their love, confirming to themselves what everypony else had known for ages: they were meant for each other.
~FIN~