A Pie by any Other Name

A perfect day. A ceremony unlike any other. The new decoration above the door. Enjoying life in an old new way. Happily Ever After and the final question.

"Are you sure?" Twilight fussed, turning this way and that. "I did ask for the option of a suit - would that still be available?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the suit is available for your viewing, though it has yet to change since you tried it on ten minutes ago." The ever patient boutique mare said. "Your Highness, if you please, I believe the court will expect the dress. It is a play on the very dress that Cadence wore - which I hope you recall set the fashion trend as far as royal marriages are concerned."

"I know, I know..." Twilight said, looking at the folds in the dress one last time. It was by no means the sort of dress she had expected - the clean lines speaking of simplicity she had thought lost in dressmaking. It hugged where it looked the nicest and flared where it suited the best. It was a marvel of tailoring, and somehow it still felt wrong.

Perhaps because it was on her.

"Is Pinkie wearing a dress too? Is that alright? Doesn't one of us have to wear a suit and the other a dress?" Twilight continued fussing, admiring the dress as best she was able in her hyperactive state.

"Not at all, Your Majesty. Though in reflection of traditional ceremonies most couples prefer it, there have been weddings with all sorts of dress rules followed that were nonstandard. Why, the other month we served a client who had the groom in the dress and the bride in a neat suit. I understand that it was a wonderful wedding - though the invitations were fairly minimal due to its less than public nature."

"Anypony I'd know?" Twilight asked without intending to, her mouth on autopilot while her brain continued to panic.

"I doubt so, though the groom might technically be an adoptive relative of yours." The mare said, adjusting Twilight's bustle a slight bit.

"Adoptive..." Twilight's brain switched gears on a dime and quickly ran through adoptive members of her family - tracing roots and tenuous familiar connections. "Blue Blood?" She asked, recalling how the princeling had recently gotten himself a bride from some ethereal point in a ceremony that was hush hush for some reason or another.

"I couldn't say, Your Highness." The seamstress said in the way that communicated that, though Twilight hadn't heard it from her and never would, that Twilight had heard it from somewhere. Twilight was puzzled at the image of the haughty stallion in a dress, but it took all sorts.

"This isn't-?"

"No, Your Majesty, the stallion kept the dress." The mare answered.

"Good..." Twilight muttered after a moment. "The dress is marvelous, it really is," She said, switching tracks so fast it almost caused a derailment, "I just wonder if-"

"Darling, it looks positively splendid." Rarity's voice called out from the other side of the room as she entered. "Now I suggest you let the poor mare pass you off to the ponies in charge of your cosmetics so that you can march down the aisle before the day's out. Pinkie's almost ready and she keeps switching between bouncing faster than the eye can track and weeping fountains worth every second."

"She's sad? Distressed‽ Oh no, it was to soon! We have to-"

"Tears of joy, Dear, tears of joy." Rarity comforted, pushing Twilight back onto the stand with a gentle hoof before the mare could run off and stop the wedding. "Stay with the dress, the suit - though equally marvelous, even though I say so myself - doesn't, pardon the pun, suit you as well as this dress." Rarity insisted.

Twilight sighed and then gave a nod. "Right, right..." She said more to herself. "Dress it is." The seamstress, though outwardly seeming unaffected by this pronouncement, showed all the subtle signs of relief that a tailor could give that Rarity could recognize.

"Very well, Your Majesty. If you'd be so kind, my associates in makeup and hair styling will make quick work of you and have you marching down the aisle within the hour." The mare announced, sweeping a hoof to point in the proper direction. Twilight nodded and gently stepped down from the small platform to be attended upon by another dozen ponies who waited by a chair with all their tools out - looking like some mixture between a surgical team and a group of ponies in a race cart repair team.

"Thank Celestia you came," the seamstress said out the side of her mouth, stepping up beside Rarity, "had she asked to see the suit one more time I might've had to send a pony to get a new one."

"Wearing it that thin?" Rarity asked with a could grin as she watched the ponies dive in on Twilight.

"I might've torn the one you made asunder." The mare confessed. Rarity smirked, barely holding a chuckle back from escaping as she thought on the wonderful mishaps between Twilight and fashion over the years. That mare and any form of dressing up always seemed to go together with the ease of oil and water.

"Well, in the very least she isn't likely to have words about her makeup." Rarity commented with a content smile. The seamstress beside her raise an eyebrow at her. "I'll just stay here then, shall I?"

The carriage came to a halt before the Castle of Friendship with a gentle rocking motion. Pinkie and Twilight, however, were busy in the passenger compartment not paying any mind to the world about them beyond each other’s lips. The wedding - once Twilight got past her nerves - had been splendid. Everypony had been there, from Twilight's parents to Pinkie's parents; from Shining, Cadence, and Little Flurry Heart to Maud, Marble, Limestone Pie, and Lil' Cheese; in addition to Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Fluttershy.

As Twilight had always wanted for her wedding, Celestia officiated - even despite her abdication. Certain responsibilities were impossible escape it seemed, but Celestia wasn't one to mind this favor for her most faithful student.

Luna, not to be left out of the festivities, officiated the official adoption process of Lil' Cheese - which Twilight and Pinkie had agreed should be part of the ceremony. Lil' Cheese, of course, would be with them during the honeymoon - but that wasn't due to start until tomorrow. Tonight was Twilight and Pinkie's special night, and Lil' Cheese wouldn't mind some extra time spent with her new cousin and aunt and uncle.

The knock on the carriage's door was largely ineffectual considering Twilight and Pinkie were already having so much fun. The second series of knocks was equally ignored as Twilight, in a rare moment of dominance for her, slipped her tongue to join in on the fun unbidden, getting a muffled giggle from Pinkie who reciprocated the motion.

Considering two rounds of knocking on the carriage door hadn't gotten their attention, it was little wonder why hushed words and the sounds of a good number of ponies scurrying about and taking deep breaths didn't get them to pay attention as they continued to kiss back and forth - lost in their own world of unending happiness. Never had anything so fun entered either of their lives and now it was all theirs to enjoy!

Then the trumpets blew.

Both Twilight and Pinkie jumped in surprise as the carriage was bombarded with the Canterlot Promenade for Brass Choir No. Three*. It was the most effective wakeup call for two ponies who had never been so awake. The carriage door then opened to reveal an austere attendant who, by the look of things, was pleased to finally have their attention.
*A traditional song used by Celestia and Luna during the first few years of their reign that fell out of service - though it still found use at the hooves of servants everywhere that wanted to get the attention of the royals. The attention grabbing nature of the short piece that was intended to bring a rowdy court to order, as always, worked just as well on the princesses themselves.

"Your Highnesses, the castle awaits with a gift from Madam Rarity." The servant announced as he looked off into the distance while holding the door with a hoof. Twilight looked at Pinkie sheepishly and then turned back to give a nod to the servant.

"Thank you..." Twilight said, standing up while Helping Pinkie up as well. "Watch the first step, Pinkie, it can be a- w-w-woah!" Twilight stammered as she found herself being swooped off her hooves. To her amazement - and that of those assembled about them - Pinkie reared up on her hind hooves while hoisting Twilight up in her forehooves.

She didn't even stop when leaving the stepping stool, but walked about halfway down the rolled out carpet before finally stumbling and falling flat on both their faces.

"HORSERADISH!" Pinkie cursed after a moment to recover from the crash.

"W-what was... that, Pinkie?" Twilight asked, trembling lightly as she got back up to her own hooves. Pinkie gave Twilight a bright smile as she bounced back up to her hooves.

"Earth pony tradition! Carry the bride to the door on your hind legs as a show of dedication*!" Pinkie said cheerily, despite having failed. Perhaps it was just the ridiculous nature of the failure that made it alright.

*Though true that it is an Earth pony tradition, the origins are less about dedication - though perhaps the modern interpretation could be said as such. The old arrangement was that the new husband or wife could have as much of his or her father-in-law's wealth as they could carry in addition to the new spouse to their front door from the church they were married in. The tradition never truly indicated which spouse would, should, or could carry which, so long as their was a good show after the wedding.

"Why did you say 'asterisk'?" Twilight asked, befuddled.

"It's for the audience's benefit." Pinkie said, waving a hoof to shoo the question away. Twilight almost asked what that was supposed to mean when the trumpets blew once more - this time playing Triumph of the Sisters in D Major. Twilight looked about in confusion, and then found what she was supposed to be looking at - or at least what she thought she ought be looking at.

There, where she had noted a blank spot needing covered all those days ago, was a tarp covering... something. At the very top, hanging elegantly yet precariously out of a window, was Rarity, a ripcord held in her magic.

Noticing that Twilight was looking now, Rarity pulled the cord with a flourish, releasing the tarp to flutter down in the wind and reveal...

Twilight's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at it in wonder.

Above her door, gently rustling in the wind, was a wonderful banner of deep lavenders, gentle pinks, and brilliant blues. The central device of the banner, the part above all else that caught Twilight's breath as she looked on it, was a series of stars intertwined with what Twilight could only describe as... as regal balloons.

It was strange to see balloons being characterized - and successfully so - as regal things, and even stranger to realize that it somehow, beyond all belief, managed to tie the castle together in a wonderful way. It was beautiful - a true piece of Rarity's finest work. It shimmered in the evening air with the radiance of silk and generally was just magnificent.

"Wow..." was all either Pinkie or Twilight said as they stared up at it.

"Can we..." Pinkie began after a moment of dumbstruck wonder, "go inside?" Twilight came to her senses and smiled at Pinkie.

"Of course! Wouldn't do to keep my wife out in the evening air for too long." Twilight said with a broad smile. She did that more often now, Twilight reflected. Before smiles had become a rarer commodity that honestly hadn't found much place on Twilight, but recently she had so much to smile for.

The two mares entered the castle, which now that Twilight had set her sights on it as the official house of governance outside of Canterlot - useful for emergencies and such - it was far cleaner than Twilight had ever seen it. It even had guards and workers milling about inside!

All along the corridors where dim crystals had lit were now fresh, brilliant stones of pure luminosity; and where barren walls and floors had called for decorations, there were now reflections of the grand banner outside and plush carpets that made your steps not sound like somepony was banging crystal pans together.

Truly the Castle of Friendship had seen a transformation into a proper castle!

Leading Pinkie by instinct, Twilight brought the two of them to what had been her old room. It even had two guards standing to attention outside of it! Twilight couldn't help but think the ponies behind it had taken her a bit more seriously than she had perhaps intended when she had decreed the castle be make suitable for a secondary capital.

Entering the room, her smile broadened. "Rarity!" She cried out, rushing in. The unicorn in question was just throwing a delicate arrangement of rose petals onto the now much larger bed - obviously getting those last few touches just right. She turned at her name and returned the smile, only to gasp as Twilight gave her a tackling hug.

"It's wonderful, Rarity! Thank you so much!" Twilight said, happier than she had ever been since the wedding while squeezing the life out of the other mare.

"Y-your welcome, Darling, it's t-truly all my pleasure... eh, you think you might see your way clear to l-letting me breath? I'm running out of air quite rapidly." Rarity said with a wavering smile. Twilight quickly set her down with a blush.

"S-sorry, Rarity." She apologized, scooting one of her quickly deteriorating curls out of her eyes. "I... thank you, Rarity, you've been a wonderful help with everything. You've made this day the best it could've been. Thank you so much."

"Oh pish posh," Rarity shook her head and a hoof, "you two were the stars of today. Without you, my efforts would've been for nothing. At the end of the show, the audience applauds, but they applaud for the main cast, not the supporting cast." Rarity said with a dainty smile.

"But some of the most memorable scenes are built on the backs of the supporting cast." Twilight pointed out, adopting what she believed was a coquettish smile. "How about we... make one?"

"As long as you agree to stop smiling like that - you look either constipated or like you had something fly into an eye and then up your nose. It isn't very fetching, trust me." Rarity said, looking over to Pinkie. "Are you included in this, Princess-Consort Pinkie?"

"I-" Pinkie began, but Twilight lit her horn and closed the doors behind them. Of course, to the untrained eye, that was all that happened, but Twilight had more than one reason to ignite her horn. "Of course!" She said with a broad smile. "Just call me Pinkie, though. I might use the Princessy bit in formal functions or if I want a larger cake, but other than that it really isn't nice to hear my friends call me that."

"Then let's get you two out of the simply magnificent dresses and ready for a bit more... fun." Rarity said, already gently teasing loose a few of the strands that held Twilight's bustle together. Twilight couldn't help but flush slightly and deliver a shy smile while letting Rarity do the work.

Meanwhile, Pinkie simply stepped to the left and left the dress floating comically in the air beside her for a second before it crumpled into a heap that Rarity gave the proper attention to while working on Twilight's less cooperative gown. Twilight might have to ask Pinkie if it was possible for her to learn that later, but now... she felt there was something a bit more urgent needing to be attended to.

Time, of course, is immaterial. Not just on paper or screen, but in the long, grand scheme of things. Time, the concept by which we bind all things, is - at the end of the day - just a mist before our eyes.

That being the case, as the mists parted before Twilight's eyes, she found herself stepping out of the last piece of the ensemble and directly into the waiting seamstress' muzzle. Her eyes opened wide in shock, and then melted closed into bliss as she sank willingly into the kiss.

Rarity gently stowed the dresses in the large dresser before guiding Twilight with the kiss up and onto the bed, silently beckoning Pinkie up as well. Parting lips, the two of them gave a heated breath as they looked into each others eyes. The moment, as wonderful as it was already, was just beginning.

"Care to make Pinkie... pliant?" Rarity asked meekly in Twilight's ears, giving the same a gentle nibble as she leaned in closer. Twilight shuddered at the sensation, but shook her head.

"N-not yet, Rarity..." She breathed, feeling her heart pick up the pace. "Hey, Pinkie Darling, care to join in on a kiss?" She said, a dreamy smile across her features. Pinkie perked up, stowing the random sudoku book she had had out behind an ear - where it promptly dematerialized from this realm of reality - and dove forward.

Twilight and Pinkie drank in each other deeply, the kiss as passionate - if not more so - than any of those in the carriage they had shared all the way from Canterlot. Twilight, hooking a leg around Rarity, pulled her in to join the kiss, and soon the three of them were sharing in the union of lips with all the passion that they could muster.

Sparks flew - and not just the superfluous magical kind - and universes came into being as they simply sat together kissing to their hearts content. It was marvelous, and they each loved the feeling the others gave them. When tongues were briefly introduced it only became more pleasurable for all parties involved as they swapped flavors.

Pulling back, The each caught their breath, each flushed as red as a rose - though it did show more on Rarity. "That was... amazing!" Twilight panted.

"Q-quite..." Rarity said, speechless in the face of the kiss.

"Wowie zowie..." Pinkie confirmed with gusto.

"Pinkie," Twilight began, focusing on the mare, "I have a... special request." Pinkie turned, smiling broadly.

"After a kiss like that? Anything, Twilly!" Pinkie said happily. Twilight flushed once more, hiding her face for a second before taking courage and looking at... at her wife once more.

It filled her with a warmth she had never known before to be able to call anypony anything remotely close to wife. She could get used to it.

"It's a... kink, I suppose." Twilight confessed.

"Ooh, gettin' freaky on the first night, huh?" Pinkie said, her eyes going half lidded with a flutter and a sly grin. "Whacha got for me, my freaky-deaky honeybun?" Twilight blinked a few times at the comment, but shook it off, plowing onwards.

"Could you... pretend to be in a trance for me?" Twilight asked. Pinkie simply cocked her head to the side. "You know... empty, vacant.... thousand yard stare?Completely obedient..."

Pinkie blinked a few times and then went blank. Twilight paused for a moment and then waved a hoof in front of her wife's eyes, gaining no reaction. Twilight shot a glance at Rarity who shrugged at mouthed the word 'trance'. Twilight paused once more, and then was struck by dawning realization before turning back to face Pinkie.

The mare was completely still - though with a subtle vibration that was Pinkie when she tried to be still. It was a very good imitation of Pinkie's tranced out look, though it was subtly obvious that it was just an act. Twilight grinned at Pinkie, putting a hoof against the mare's cheek, admiring the love of her life.

She leaned in, gave the mare a deep kiss before shifting to one side and whispering in Pinkie's ear. "I'll make this up to you later... just please keep doing this - it's so hot." Twilight said with a shudder before drawing back and clearing her throat.

"Pinkie, please turn about, lower your head to the surface of the bed, spread your hindlegs, and flag your tail." She ordered Pinkie with an air of artificial authority. Rarity nodded with an impressed expression as Pinkie - thoroughly out of trance while acting as if she was in one - obeyed to the letter the command she had received.

"Rarity," Twilight said, looking at the mare, "would you like a taste of my wife?" She asked with a coy smile.

"Why, I would love one." Rarity said with a conspiratory smile, only to find herself being forced bodily down to the bed by her mane. "W-wah?" She let out in a most unladylike way as she felt her rear being pried up by force, leveraged by her tail.

"Well, I suppose you might get one later." Twilight said, leaning down to be eye to eye with Rarity. As Rarity opened her mouth to protest, she found a rubber ball being inserted into her mouth, held firm there by a leather band that ran about behind her head. She gave a muffled groan of protest, only to find herself subjected to more indignities as her forehooves were locked together and attached to her neck by means of yet more leather while her hindlegs were forced open by a spreader bar and set at a specific distance to her fore hooves by means of a bar that connected her hind and forelegs.

Rarity shivered under the attention that was forced on her, her eyes already rolling back in pleasure now needing to do so as Twilight stood up fully over her conquered prize. She gave Rarity a haughty smile, turning to Pinkie's offered rump. Rarity watched as Twilight closed her eyes and took a long draft of the mare's odors before giving a long, languid lick to Pinkie's twitching pussy.

"Simply delicious..." Twilight breathed before turning back to Rarity with an evil smile. "But I really ought to sit down while I eat." She said, already turning so that her flanks hovered over Rarity. The fashionista took in a startled breath, hoping Twilight had seen what she had seen before it was too late.

Then it became abundantly clear that Twilight had seen it.

Rarity felt her horn being ridden on, entering with a silky smooth motion into Twilight's quivering sex. Rarity moaned her own pleasure as she felt the delightful weight of the mare resting on her face, drawing in the scent with ecstatic glee. She felt Twilight's inner walls tighten around her horn as the mare above her began to rise up and down, leaking her luxurious juices across Rarity's face in an ever growing stream that tantalized the senses. And all this while hearing Pinkie's barely restrained moans as Twilight licked and sucked and prodded and teased away at her wife.

This... this was WONDERFUL!

Rarity moaned, so grateful that it had all worked out so well. She loved Happily Ever After's, and if this wasn't one, then there were none left. The joy of being used and taking part in such a degrading way the night that these two consummated their union, it was simply just too much and drove Rarity's heart to flutter madly in lust and appreciation.

She wasn't the only one to feel that way as Pinkie bit down on the comforter to stifle her own moans as Twilight continued to eat her out. If her mind hadn't been so clouded in the ecstasy of her wife's ministrations she might've thought that Twilight was so good that it might point to previous practice, but - as things stood - she was having too much fun to care about such trivial things as that.

Twilight for her part moaned into Pinkie as she pumped up and down on Rarity's horn, feeling the improvised dildo plumbing her depths in exquisite pleasure. She wanted to scream out, but she was enjoying the sensations and the taste that were her life at that point in time too much for anything else.

The world was filled with their three voices as they brought each other higher and higher. Rarity felt her arcane muscles swelling and straining as pressure built up while both Pinkie and Twilight felt themselves growing hotter and hotter as their body prepared less arcane climaxes in the works.

Every moment was paradise and only that much better for the company that it was shared with. However, just as it felt as if the room were to burst into screams, Twilight pushed off Rarity completely while removing her muzzle from Pinkie's wildly winking pussy. Both mares moaned in conjoined pleasure and desperation at the withheld release.

Twilight looked between them with a haggard and needy look that shone with the radiance of depravity. Pinkie quivered on the bed with her marehood exposed and sopping wet - already dripping onto the bed with barely a second from when Twilight had stopped cleaning her off. Rarity, ever the lady, now looked the harlot in her restraints that were accompanied with a whorish expression and generous splattering of Twilight's juices dripping and pooling across her face and horn.

Her tongue even idly licked at the stray rivulets that danced too close to her mouth.

Gasping in barely restrained orgasm, Twilight giggled airily at the two of them while gathering herself back together. The night was only just beginning, so it wouldn't due to end it so quickly. No, not at all.

"Pinkie, I want you... oh my," Twilight shook, barely able to keep her imagination from bringing her over the edge, "I want you to... oh... oh..." Twilight sighed out, trying and failing to think straight, "eat Rarity's pussy!" She said with less grace than she had intended, barely able to stay upright while her horn flared to life as a spell gathered force.

Pinkie, doing her best impression of a mindless servant, stood up from her depraved position and walked about on the large bed to stand behind Rarity. Lowering her head, she began to ply her understanding of how to tend to a mare orally - which was more or less only what she had gathered from having been eaten out a few moments ago.

Rarity, of course, didn't particularly mind the inexperience - after all, as with many things, Pinkie made up for lack of experience with less than tactful application of gusto. Rarity could hardly hold herself together as Pinkie began to assault her with tongue and wobbling face - essentially motorboating her ass while also kissing and licking at her already dripping marehood.

It wasn't the best Rarity ever had, but it certainly did the job it set out to do.

Twilight, however, was not idle in all of this as her spell slowly took shape. She stepped up behind her wife and slapped her across the wobbling ass in a playful way that didn't feel at all like a mallet striking the rump.

"Flag your tail, Pinkie." Twilight said calmly, though a storm of emotion - primarily lust - raged inside her in a beautiful symphony of desire. Pinkie, of course, complied like mind controlled mare she pretended to be - though in fact she actually was without her notice. Reality can be so complicated.

She didn't expect to feel something long, hard, and somewhat fleshy enter her yes yes circle.

She couldn't help but react with a pleasured, yet thoroughly confused, moan. "Oh, my dear Pinkie," Twilight said, pulling herself up Pinkie - giving the mare a wonderful feeling of exactly what was being forced deeper and deeper inside her, "I can't wait to meet Lil' Cheese's sibling. Can't you, my feisty fiesta filly?" Twilight asked, pulling her... thing out of Pinkie before thrusting it back in forcefully.

Magic: it allowed one pony to write 'Big Cock' and draw the circles to get a large chicken and another to write 'Huge Dick' with the proper circles and yet somehow not get their ever annoying neighbor who had yet to return the mower that they had ‘borrowed’ two weeks ago.

Pinkie moaned into Rarity, delighted by the sensation she had thought lost to her once divorce procedures had concluded. She'd have never told her wife, but deep down there was a part of her that missed and preferred cock to pussy - not that there was anything wrong with cats of course, she just liked the chickens. And now she was getting plenty of it!

Pinkie tried to respond, but between getting forced into Rarity's rear and dealing with her slowly reemerging climax, it came out less as, "Oh yes, Twilight, I can't wait to give you a foal!" and more of "Ub byes, Twibwight, I - OH CELESTIA - c-c-c-can't wubwubwubwubwub-wait to gib you a fbfoal!"

It was a mess that made Rarity scream out in pleasure.

It also sounded oddly a bit like the type of music that Vinyl played...

Rarity would've collapsed in screaming orgasm, but instead was suspended by the spreader bar and cuffs while having a howling chain of orgasms that rocked her world. She could also tell she wasn't alone as both Twilight and Pinkie screamed each other's name in the ecstatic glee of completion.

Rarity shook and spasmed as she came again and again all across Pinkie's muzzle - her horn also firing off a stream of goo that splattered across her own face in a whorish addition to Twilight's fluids. This was, doubtlessly, the life - being used and abused in a most delectably deplorable way.

And how had this all started again? Oh yes...