Blaze was freaking out. Shifting her shoulders in her purple gown, an equally purple veil over her face, she was basically trembling in her dark blue sabots. The room rumbled with the murmurs of the seated crowds flanking the aisle. The entirety of the Wonderbolts were here, seated together in suits and dresses, all in a shared style; even Fire Streak had come all the way out from Vanhoover with his family to attend! Then there were the Elements, invited by extension through Rainbow Dash, and all the families and friends that wished to attend. Blaze spotted Soarin’s parents among them: Tipper Tap and Clipper. They were both seated in the front, wearing warm smiles that they seemed to have given their son. The two seats that would have been saved for the parents of the brides were vacant however.

So many faces, so many ponies she knew.

Blaze felt the warm touch of a hoof on her shoulder, and she looked to her right to see her sister, Spitfire, there. She was wearing a suit, dark blue, with gold highlights with a red color, bulging slightly at the stomach. She had on military jacks on her hind legs, and some light blue sabots on her forelegs, one of which was on the ground after she had taken it off to caress her shoulder. Overall, a direct contrast to Blaze’s own long, more traditional mare’s wedding dress. Spitfire wore a deep smile, one that said without words, ‘It’s going to be fine.’

After a moment, Blaze responded with a reassured nod. She was reminded of who she was. She was a Wonderbolt! She wasn’t supposed to get ‘limp wing!’ She was supposed to eat fear for lunch, and crowds for dinner! (She suddenly had a hit of deja vu.) But, most importantly, she was her sister. The love they shared could conquer even the greatest of obstacles. So let them come.

With the sound of an organ playing, and the murmuring stopping under the shrill of the pipes, they knew it was time. The rose red doors of the chapel were swiftly opened by two royal guards in gleaming bronze armor, and stepping forward was Soarin. Dressed in a nice light grey suit, his hair slicked back and shining in the light of the sun that beamed down through the windows of the palace chapel, his emerald eyes caught the two sisters instantly, and his smile beamed as he made his way down the aisle; accompanied by Thunderlane, his best-stallion.

Blaze watched him make his way towards the altar, it was a foreign sight. Typically, the mare walked the aisle, but in cases such as theirs, where the herd was dominated by mares, the stallion walked the aisle. Not that it mattered to her much, it’s just something she never thought would happen to her personally, yet here they were.

Soarin made it up to the altar and stood opposite of the twins, flanked by Thunderlane, who looked happy just to be here. And from behind the white curtain behind them, Princess Twilight Sparkle strode out, a white and gold sash around her withers. She approached the altar and cleared her throat into her foreleg, “Thank you, everypony for attending this gathering to bond these three ponies in marriage. Before we begin, if there is anypony that would wish to speak as to why these ponies may not be bonded in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Blaze, knowing her luck, figured that would be the moment that their disowned mother would bust down the door and start up a fuss, but it never happened and no one else in the crowd dared mutter a word.

Taking the silence as a no, Twilight continued, “Then we shall continue.” She turned to Spitfire first, “Captain Spitfire, do you pledge to take this mare, Commander Blaze, and this stallion, Soarin, to be your lawfully wedded wife and husband, to be kind, unselfish, loyal, respectful, and trustworthy to them and those that may have yet to come?”

Spitfire nodded deeply, her eye-gloss glittering in the light, “I do.”

The purple princess turned to Blaze, “Commander Blaze, do you pledge to take this mare, Captain Spitfire, and this stallion Soarin, to be your lawfully wedded wife and husband, to be kind, unselfish, loyal, respectful, and trustworthy to them and those that may have yet to come?”

Blaze smiled and sharply nodded, “I do, Princess.”

Then Twilight turned to Soarin, who stood there with that deep contagious smile of his, “Soarin, do you pledge to take these mares, Captain Spitfire and Commander Blaze, to be your lawfully wedded wives, to be kind, unselfish, loyal, respectful, and trustworthy to them and those that may have yet to come?”

Not a second later his eyes darted between the siblings, “I do.”

Twilight stepped back and addressed the trio as one, “To this I then call witness to everypony here, that this trio of lovers be held to these words of bondage in marriage from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, in life and in death.” Her horn glowed and out lifted a small box of dull blue and iron bands, opening it revealed three strings, of white silk joined with a clamp; hung from each was a single primary feather from each pony, Soarin’s pale blue one in the middle, and Spitfire’s and Blaze’s flanking it, “Take these and wear them with love and pride.”

They did so, Blaze taking her’s and unclipping it and hanging it from her wing, with Spitfire’s help of course, such was part of the ceremony. Once the trio had them fastened, Twilight continued, “Now, by the power invested in me as Princess of Equestria, I now pronounce this herd ‘Blazing Fire’ and it’s members husband and wives. You all may now kiss.”

Now this was the moment they hadn’t rehearsed. Blaze lifted her veil, and gave her sister a sly smirk, one Spitfire returned with interest, and they gave Soarin a predatory look.

He gulped.

Author's Note

Hope everyone enjoyed this little number. Took me a bit over a month to complete, and with it being my first ever clopfic, I had to do a lot of revisions. But for a newbie I'd like to think it's pretty good.

Do give me feedback and criticisms, be they good, bad, or ugly! Otherwise, thanks for reading, cheers!