Cultural Differences

George woke earlier than usual without an alarm, which was surprising as late as they’d been keeping him up lately. It was probably because Banana had rolled over and settled with her belly draped over his face. While not unpleasant, it did make it hard to breathe.

He very carefully pried the snoozing pony from his face, lying her next to him and tugging the blanket over her. He was even more careful prying Glitter’s muzzle off his shaft, as the pegasus had a tendency to try and nurse George in their sleep. It’d left George with a throbbing boner, but couldn’t stay to get it handled right now.

He had to make sure he actually got to work on time today. The man hadn’t even intended to stay over at these two’s apartment the night before, it just sort of happened as it always did. If he missed work again without a very good excuse, he feared his job might be toast.

After making sure his cute fluffle-mates were comfortable, George crawled out of the bed. It was more or less a giant dog bed, round and large enough for a few ponies, though George’s arms and legs hung off of it while he slept. He didn’t see his clothes anywhere in the room, and they usually showed up pretty easily against the brightly colored decor.

Luckily he kept a few spare work outfits here, since these two had a way of making him forget his responsibilities and end up spending the night here. He slipped on a work shirt and pants and headed quietly out of the bedroom. He found his last set of clothing on the floor in a trail from the front door to the bedroom, and at that point remembered shedding them on the way there. Seriously, as easy as it was for these two to get him excited, he wondered if he shouldn’t seek addiction counseling at this point.

He didn’t have too much time before work, so he left those clothes where they were, figuring that he’d grab a bite to eat and just leave for work from here. Though he’d never gotten his own food in their kitchen, he did manage to find a bowl and a box of something that looked as if it might be cereal. It was a pink box with giant Equestrian text on the front and a blue-maned pink unicorn on the front with a wide grin and pony-hoof shaped things falling around her. Yeah, probably cereal.

Though after pouring the strangely not-hoof-shaped flakes into a bowl, he opened the refrigerator to find nothing that looked remotely like milk. He sighed, pouring himself a glass of juice instead and getting a spoon with the intention of eating the cereal dry.

As he sat back down, he heard Glitter’s voice from the hallway.

“You eat those?” Glitter asked, quirking an eyebrow, but then chuckled. “I mean it’s fine of course, it’s just we usually only have those for if a few of our unicorn friends come over. So you ready for the big day?”

George froze just as he’d gotten a spoonful of them, but before he could ask what Glitter meant about the cereal, his brain moved on to the next question.

“Big day?” George asked, finally putting a spoonful in his mouth. It had the texture of wood chips that had been baked to make them slightly more edible, but at the same time was so sweet that it made George’s teeth ache. No wonder Glitter was surprised he ate them; they really needed some moisture or something to counter that texture and extreme sweetness.

“You know, our wedding today,” Glitter replied.

“Wait, what?” George choked on the bite but managed to swallow it down before replying. “How is it so soon?” Did they already have it planned before and just counted on him saying yes? “Why wasn’t I told?”

“Huh?” Glitter tilted his head as he hopped up onto the table, making it wobble and barely managing not to spill George’s drink. “We did tell you, like a few days after you said you would… though you were riding me like a roller coaster at the time so you might not have heard… oops?”

“I don’t even know anything about Equestrian weddings!” George sighed, looking at the table with wide eyes, and getting a glance beneath Glitter to see that the stallion’s bits were slipping from his sheath. It figured; that was probably why he hopped onto the table.

“You’ll do fine,” shrugged Glitter. “Winging it should be fine since it’s a pretty small wedding. I mean yeah, Princess Cadance is showing up to preside over it, but that’s just because it’s the first human-pony marriage. Wear what you want, or wear nothing… hey you need some milk for that, right?”

“A Princess… is presiding over it…” George sighed again, as if he wasn’t nervous enough. And he recognized the name Cadance from the news: that was the princess that tried to have sex with several United Nations representatives during first contact, on live television no less. It was quite the fiasco.

George didn’t have the presence of mind to answer Glitter’s question, nor to consider the obvious implications until Glitter put his hooves on George’s shoulders and pulled himself upwards. His now-throbbing stallionhood was hanging over the bowl, tip a mere inch from George’s face.

Even if he’d been with the both of them quite a bit lately, George still blushed at Glitter’s shaft in his face, mainly for inadequacy reasons. It was intimidating to be asked to orally satisfy a guy that gave literally award-winning blowjobs, not to mention had a shaft that George could barely get his lips around. Because of that, George had avoided doing too much in that area with Glitter.

“No need to feel timid,” Glitter said, seemingly perceptive of George’s reasoning. “I’d rather have someone I love around my shaft than a world-champion tongue.” They had a talent for saying lewdly wholesome things, but detracted slightly by swaying his hips to dangle his shaft more. “Come on, I want to see if I can snap the top button on your shirt.”

There was a time when George might have outright fled, but not anymore. George started to reply that this wasn’t the time, but instead opened his mouth by habit and extended his tongue to lap invitingly at the tip. There was already a spot of sweet spunk there, the fluid having a hint of spicy cinnamon that was fitting for someone with the name Glitter. Everypony’s taste was so appropriate that George wondered if they had different names on Equestria and gave themselves Earth-appropriate names based on what their fluids taste like.

Perhaps Glitter was hornier than George anticipated because he shoved himself in a lot more enthusiastically than expected. He did at least pause at the back of George’s throat, holding his head firmly in his front hooves as he shoved gently back against his throat. The blunt tip didn’t seem like it should go in too easily, but also compressed like marshmallow.

George gagged as he’d never actually had something buried in his throat before, but not as much as he expected due to how it seemed to fit his throat. His eyes widened as Glitter didn’t stop pushing slowly but steadily, the median ridge popping in and further all the way until the stallion’s soft belly was against George’s nose and his fuzzy orbs swung to smack George’s neck. George could literally hear Glitter’s eyes roll back just from the sound of his moan as he bottomed out.

It didn’t break his button yet, but George moved a hand to curiously feel his own throat to find a definite bulge down his neck. Despite having a sudden lack of air and a gagging fit, George didn’t pull back from the hooves clinging around his head. Damn ponies were like a drug, once you started with one it was hard to work up the willpower to stop regardless of discomfort.

“Glitter! Anon!” Banana rushed into the room, not even blinking at finding Glitter on the table with his shaft down George’s throat. She was waving a piece of paper in one hoof and somehow still galloping normally on her other three hooves. “They didn’t put Anon’s name on the marriage certificate, they put someone named ‘George’ instead.”

George would normally have responded as usual to correct her, but verbal communication wasn’t a thing he could do at the moment. He waved one hand, and moved the other to try to push Glitter back. Try, because what the hand actually ended up doing was giving the stallion’s swinging sack a squeeze and then grasping his butt to pull him more firmly against his face. The human cursed his dwindling willpower around these two.

“Huh?” Glitter took a moment to grasp that a conversation had begun while now pummeling George’s face, grunting as he strained to respond but didn’t slow down his thrusting. “We’ll just get it corrected, right? Buck Anon your throat is amazing.” George’s throat was indeed a flurry of convulsions at the moment, and somehow he didn’t mind that his face was turning slightly blue.

“You know how long the human legal systems take!” Banana complained. “What if they can’t and we have to marry somehuman we’ve never met!”

Despite her complaint, Banana moved beneath the table and turned so that her precious little bottom faced George. She deftly moved a hind hoof to unsnap his pants and then grasped both hind hooves around his hips to tug the pants down while somehow still staying standing on the one remaining hoof. George didn’t question it, instead raising his hindquarters slightly to let her tug them down before relaxing as he felt the warmth of her behind against them, rubbing her furry cheeks against his already semi-hard shaft.

“Is that a male name?” asked Glitter, his voice squeaking a bit more as his thrusting became more erratic. “Cause I mean, if he’s nice I’m okay with another human cock in the marriage, I sorta developed a fetish for the cute little things. Maybe we can just write in Anon too and marry them both. You don’t have to fuck the other guy if you don’t wanna.”

Glitter’s shaft expanded as he pulsed harder, and eventually the top button of George’s shirt did in fact break off and clatter to the table before rolling across and settling around Glitter’s hind hooves. George went limp, letting his natural throat convulsions work the thick shaft and figuring he’d be involved in the conversation after Glitter was done. He had become able to tell when the stallion was about to blow a load and knew he was seconds from getting a belly full of candy cum.

“Aw, you’re such an adorable little spunk sponge,” Banana giggled good-naturedly at Glitter, but then her voice went back into panic mode. “But we gotta take this seriously! We don’t want to give pony-human marriage a bad-”

“Hold on… gotta cum…” Glitter clenched his teeth and Banana stopped mid-sentence to patiently wait for him, her front freezing with the document in the air.

Her hind section didn’t stop moving however. With a practiced motion, she moved to her hoof tips to roll George inside her banana cream pie, and he felt himself encompassed in the warm wet silk that only pony pussy could provide. He was rock hard within seconds, sliding his hands down to grasp her hindquarters at her cutie marks, digging his fingers into her marshmallowy flesh and pulling her back against him to plow his fiancée’s pussy as his fiancé plowed his throat.

Glitter’s hips moved at such a blur that for a moment George couldn’t tell if it was inside or not. He knew his throat and jaw would ache when it was over, but right now he was so high on hormones that the slight suffocation somehow added to the moment even more. When the surge of tingly pony sperm came shooting through the rod, George could feel it surge as his neck expanded even more and Glitter’s moan rang in his ears.

But of course Glitter had promised to put it elsewhere, so George got it extracted from his throat before he could suck down much of the creamy filling straight from the tap. The pegasus yanked his hips backwards, allowing the bulk of the shot to splatter into George’s cereal, drenching the flakes in the slightly pinkish seed, the wobble of his shaft making sure that the whole bowl was soaked in it.

“That’s it, I always have a load for you,” groaned Glitter. “Eat up my little human… phew.”

George swallowed the remnants from his mouth as he watched his cereal drenched, then let it soak as he tried to come to enough to join their conversation. It took him a while, and it didn’t help that his body wouldn’t stop moving below, but that was hardly his fault.

It would have taken a miraculous feat of willpower to stop moving in the pulsating warmth of his soon-to-be-wife’s pussy. As her soft behind pushed back against him and his chair rocked from the movement of his own hips, he couldn’t help but think that it was somehow better every time he zipped and dipped. Not only that, but he got a surge of positive emotion accompanying anything he did with either of them now, feeding the unlikely love he felt.

“So then, as I was saying-” Banana started, her voice wobbling with the thrusts but her hip movements unbroken, as was the milking and twisting of her hole around his shaft.

“S-sorry…” George finally got to speak, though his words were a bit bubbly. “There’s no reason to worry, because my name is actually George, you just keep calling me Anon… for reasons I can’t possibly guess.”

“Oh?” Banana and Glitter said together.

“You should have said something earlier,” Glitter said, leaning down to casually slurp the last bits of spunk from his own shaft before letting it slowly begin its retreat into his sheath.

“Yeah, we’ve been calling you Anon this whole time, how embarrassing!” Banana’s voice continued to wobble, and George couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, wondering if this really was a mistake they kept making or if they were figuratively fucking with him. But he didn’t care much; he’d only bothered to correct them because Banana seemed scared and Glitter might get dangerously horny at the idea of having two male humans at once.

He cared more about the cream pie he was about to expel in Banana’s clenched fun hole. He let his chair fall over behind him as he kneeled down, taking a lap of the cum covered cereal as he railed her behind as hard as he could, letting his lust surge as he picked up her tiny rump from the floor. She squeaked happily as he felt her juices splatter against his belly and dribble down his swinging sack, and the tightness ensured he was soon after as he coated the equine ovaries in human cum as he had countless times before.

A few moments later, Glitter had climbed off the table and Banana wobbled to her hooves next to it as well, juice rolling down her thighs. Glitter pushed his head under the table to slurp George’s bits clean as the human sat back in his chair, while Banana looked at what his cum-covered food was.

“Ew…” Banana’s response was surprising. “I mean… sorry, whatever you like is fine.”

“I know right?” chuckled Glitter in agreement between soft long laps of George’s softening shaft.

“What do you mean?” George said, taking a large spoonful of the now-soft cereal into his mouth to slide the gooey mess around his mouth. It wasn’t like they hadn’t all had each other’s juices on their food before.

“No, it’s fine, like I said,” Banana chuckled awkwardly. “Just… we really only had the Grinded Pony Hooves for when unicorns came over. I didn’t think humans had any more of a taste for them than non-unicorns did.”

“Though I admit I’m glad they do like them,” said Glitter. “Donating your hoof flakes during hooficures lowers the price a good deal.”

George stopped with his spoon half-way to his mouth after he swallowed down the first bite. “Grinded… what…?” That said, it wasn’t like they tasted bad, especially with the special sauce, so he shrugged and ate the second spoonful as well. Mmm. “So uh, could you guys tell me a little bit of a run-down of the ceremony? I don’t know if I can wing it exactly if I don’t have a summary at least.”

“Oh it’s easy,” Banana smiled, casually lifting one of her hind legs as Glitter stuck his nose beneath her and ran his tongue over one of her breasts on its way to her drooling slit. “We all three walk down the aisle and are given away by a family member. My daddy will give me away, and Glitter’s mommy will give him away, you should meet our families anyway. If you can’t get a family member there on short notice, we’ll find someone to do that for you too, it’s not very strict. We have a friend that just carried a favorite plush with him down the aisle, and I suppose it’s really optional but I wanted to do the full tradition.”

“Sounds alarmingly normal,” George narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he put another still-warm bite into his mouth. Pony spunk seemed to stay warm an impossible amount of time after being expelled. “I’ll call around, but the only family member that’s even in town right now is my sister, so it depends on if she can come on short notice. The others will have to visit us later.”

Glitter couldn’t join the conversation, instead cupping his muzzle against Banana’s well-used opening and slurping as loudly as he could to almost inhale the mix of George’s sperm and her pussy juice. He mmm-ed and pushed his tongue inside to lap deeply, but Banana kept speaking between cute little squeaks.

“Ah, that’s fine,” Banana panted. “Anyway, Princess Cadance will have a few words about it being the first human-pony marriage and some other stuff. I hope it’s not weird for a princess to be doing it instead of one of those priest things, but don’t worry, she’s really hot.”

That was true enough; he’d seen her on TV, but George wasn’t sure what that had to do with it. He supposed ponies just thought in those terms.

“Otherwise it’s a small wedding so we’ll just kiss and be done I guess,” Banana confirmed, then drooled out a low moan, kicking the raised leg a bit excitedly as Glitter really dug into her slit. A few moments later, she was squealing and making some fresh juice for him to slurp out of her.

Maybe the service itself wouldn’t be as weird as George had feared. He let his spouses-to-be have their fun next to the table while he pulled out his cellphone, dialing his sister’s phone number between bites.

“Uh Sally?” George said as the call connected. “It’s George.”

“Oh hey bro,” Sally said casually. “Was thinking about calling you later, I’m actually on a date.”

“Really?” George was surprised given the high standards his sister always had. “Guess it’s a really bad time to ask this then, but it seems my wedding was planned for today. It’s fine though, I can find someone else to…”

“Already?” she was just as surprised it was so soon as he had been, but at least he had let her know, and she also knew what he was getting married to, so at least he didn’t have to explain that on the fly. “But actually, that sounds great, I’ll just bring the new boyfriend alone. Can’t wait for you to meet him!”

“Are you sure?” George asked, but was a great deal relieved that he’d have at least two people he trusted not to molest him there. “It’s uh…” He glanced at Banana who had her eyes rolled all the way back and back arched as Glitter had started swirling his tongue around in her again. “Um, what time guys?”

“In an hour, I think,” squeaked Banana.

“A what,” stared George.