Cultural Differences

The only thing they had time for at that point was getting a quick shower and getting dressed. Of course, George hadn’t gotten anything special to wear, so he just wore the suit he used for job interviews, which was the nicest thing he had.

Banana wore a yellow dress that looked vaguely wedding-ish in that it possessed some frill, though the skirt was quite short. It seemed obvious that for ponies, skirts weren’t meant as a thing to cover one’s behind as much as they were to frame it, since all it really did was draw attention to her plot. Her tail was even pulled up with a bow to make sure her slit and pucker wasn’t hidden at all. She also wore a little matching top hat on her head, so tiny that he wasn’t sure how it stayed on. She also had earrings that were exactly like the blue ones she normally wore but pink instead.

It shouldn’t have surprised George, but Glitter wore an outfit that matched Banana’s perfectly other than being bright pink instead of yellow, his large sack and half-dangling shaft just as apparent. It seemed they’d matched earrings too, because Glitter had yellow ones. George wondered if maybe it had been for the best that they sprung this on him, because had he been given time to prepare, they might have insisted he wore a matching skirt as well, and he wasn’t sure if he could bear that.

It was held at an event room at the Equestrian Embassy, unsurprisingly, set up into a chapel of sorts at the moment, probably in an attempt to make it look more human for the event. There was an altar in front decorated with red hearts and bright colors, and a symbol that looked like an Equestrian flag and his own country’s flag intertwined. Or maybe the Equestrian flag had his pinned down? It was hard to tell.

There were candles on either side, and three paths leading to it from the front and both sides. Between the paths was seating, though it seemed like most of the attendees were ponies or… similar looking creatures. In fact, the only other humans he saw there were a few local media, his sister, and that one older lady he had come to expect to see everywhere. She was there with her two colt friends so was probably there for them, but may have been having second thoughts since she ducked behind one of them when George looked over.

In front of the altar stood Princess Cadance, standing about a head taller than the other ponies in the room, but not seeming particularly imposing with the bright smile on her face. She hadn’t dressed up as the participants had, wearing only a gold jeweled necklace and gold hoof-shoes, as well as a purple-gemmed crown on her head. She was pretty alarmingly pink with purple eyes and purple, pink, and yellow in her mane. Her cutie mark involved a crystal heart, and apparently she was the ‘princess of love’, whatever that entailed.

He’d never really put thought into it when seeing her on TV before, but they were right in that she was unfairly hot, and pretty regal with both wings and horn. It was hard to believe that she was probably also powerful enough to stomp humanity’s best tanks or aircraft in a one-on-one fight.

They arrived just in time, so he didn’t even have time to meet their families before the ceremony began. He was just placed at the start of the middle aisle in his suit and told to start walking towards the altar when the music began. His sister Sally stood beside him a bit awkwardly, wearing a simple white dress that did in fact go down to her ankles, though like his outfit probably not made for a wedding.

“So uh, I thought you were bringing your date?” George asked quietly towards Sally, glancing around the room again. It was only a few minutes until the ceremony started, but he was curious.

“The griffin in the front right row on the left, we’ll pass right by him,” Sally replied, taking a deep breath as if a bit nervous for George’s reply. “His name is Gael.”

George stared at the one she pointed out. The eagle head looked back at them, all the way around despite not moving the rest of his body, then waved a talon. Somehow he grinned with his beak as his lion tail swished behind him. He’d actually been prepared for if his sister was dating a pony, but hadn’t considered that she might be dating one of the other alien species from the Equestrian home world.

“That’s… great…” George said. It wasn’t like he could complain when he was in a bisexual relationship with horses. “Oddly normal name given the ponies I’ve met.”

“Yeah uh,” Sally nodded. ‘All the griffins have G names for some reason; I assume it’s some cultural thing?”

He tried not to think about their relationship, but thanks to the influence of his future spouses, his mind did start asking inappropriate questions. Had they had sex and what did his ‘equipment’ look like? Was it safe for a beaked creature to go down on you? Did having fingers make griffins sought-after by ponies? Did soft muzzles make ponies sought after by griffins?

Before he could think more on it, the music began playing and that was their cue. George blushed slightly when Sally grasped his right hand in hers, though he supposed it was appropriate if she was giving him away, and began to step down the aisle in time with the oddly solemn, if childish, music.

The crowd was quiet and respectful, and George was honestly surprised there weren’t any blatant sex acts going on with this many ponies in a room together. On each side he could see the others, Banana on the left with her father and Glitter on the right with his mother.

Banana’s father, she had told him before, was a stallion named Lucky Star. He had a very similar coloring as her aside from both mane and coat being somewhat darker, and a cutie mark of a large star with a winking face on it.. Unsurprisingly, he had the same job as her, though he worked at a location on their home planet. Apparently getting to come here had been quite the honor for her. He wore a black bow tie and top hat and nothing else.

Glitter’s mother, Breezy Skies, was a pegasus like him, now holding her wing over him as they walked. She was white coated and maned, so his father must have been ridiculously colorful to make up the difference to get to him as a foal. She wore a stylized flight suit over her front, and given her bladed tornado cutie mark, he assumed she was in a flight team like Glitter was. George would like to see more non-suggestive cutie marks like that.

The first sign that things might be going awry was when he looked back forward at Cadance as he neared the altar. The princess sat on her haunches, looking back and forth between them as they approached, and licked her lips hungrily. It was then that George glanced down and realized that she had her thighs spread and was very obviously rubbing at her moist slit with one of her front hooves, the shoe for that hoof having been left on the floor.

As used to things going weird as George was, it was a bit different for him when his sister was here, so he blushed sharply and hoped things didn’t go that way. Cadance was Equestrian, after all, and casually masturbating at a ceremony she was presiding over probably wasn’t even rude to them. Maybe it wouldn’t go further?

“Thank you for coming today, friends,” Cadance said as they all stopped in front of the altar together, her voice magnified even with no microphone and not ceasing her hoofing. “Today is a momentous occasion of unity between our cultures, so I’m going to give a few words while the family is giving away their loved ones into the sacred bond of marriage.”

Cadance certainly kept speaking, but George was more than distracted from this as Banana propped herself up on the altar with her front hooves, smiling at George and Glitter before wagging her behind playfully at her father. As George stared in shock, Faucet pulled himself up onto his daughter, mounting her and poking a throbbing hard shaft at her drooling slit. He casually pushed against her ready lips and popped himself into his own daughter’s pussy right in front of everyone, eyes rolling back as he did so.

That’s what they meant by giving away? What?

George looked to the other side of the altar just in time to see Glitter heft his mother up onto it to lay her there on her back. She giggled excitedly, though he chuckled a little awkwardly. Knowing him, maybe he wished his father had been the one that could show up to do this. He pushed her hind legs apart, and lined himself up carefully with her tailhole, which glistened already as if she had lubricated herself beforehand in anticipation. He groaned as his mother’s tight ring expanded over his throbbing shaft and shivered, leaning forward for a brief but deep kiss with Breezy.

And then there was George, standing there holding his sister’s hand. He looked back at the audience, watching as they casually watched the speech that George was no longer registering, with some of them showing more interest at the incestuous ponies to either side. Then they started looking at him and Sally, and it was pretty clear they expected them to do the same.

Sally, to George’s relief, appeared just as surprised. She covered her mouth with the hand that wasn’t holding George’s, then looked over at Gael in the front row. The griffin nodded with a grin, moving his talons so that one finger pushed through another coiled talon as if to encourage them to start banging. George knew that Banana had a tendency towards occasional incest, but somehow he hadn’t suspected that it was enough of a norm to do it shamelessly in front of others.

The other participants hadn’t noticed the awkwardness, seeming to concentrate on their own tasks initially. Faucet was ramming his daughter hard enough against the altar that it might have scooted across the floor if it wasn’t firmly attached, bodies wetly smacking together as he fully penetrated his moaning daughter. Their hips moved together like perfectly fitted machine parts, if a great deal slimier and louder, completely comfortable with using one another’s bodies for incestuous pleasure in full view of a crowd.

“Mm, love you Daddy,” said Banana as she turned her head to kiss him deeply. “So glad you could make it.”

“I’d never miss the honor of boning my little munchkin in front of the Princess of Love,” chuckled Faucet after the kiss. “But wow… still can’t believe a guy like me managed to help make a hole like yours.”

On the opposite side, the impacts were giving the altar just as much of a beating, Glitter and Breezy having worked into a motion so that they were slamming against the thing alternately to the others, the slap of Glitter’s belly against Breezy’s pussy as he entered her behind taking turns with the slap of Faucet’s sack against Banana’s belly.

“Come on, son, you can do better,” grunted Breezy loudly, playfully nipping at her son’s panting face. “I watch you train all the time, I know my sexy athletic boy can pound me harder.”

“Come on, Mom, not so loud,” Glitter blushed. Apparently while fucking his mom at his marriage was okay, her critiquing his style was a bit embarrassing. “Are you my mother or my coach?”

“If I was your coach,” Breezy smirked, lapping at his face and slurping his tongue in a kiss. “I’d have a giant dick and be on top of your cute ass, like I said I’ve seen you train.”

“Mister George, Miss Sally?” Cadance’s voice stood out more when she said their name, and she whispered to them. “I know you may be a bit confused since it’s not always done, but this is where you make love with one of you on or against the mating altar to give George away. I can cast a birth control spell on Sally if you wish and neglected to, or you can use a different orifice.”

“W-we can’t do that!” George and Sally blurted out together, pulling their hands apart as if they had suddenly started stinging.

George heard several from the crowd gasp behind him, and didn’t exactly want to turn and look now. From what he knew, it’d have probably been okay had he told them beforehand he didn’t want to, but they’d gone into this assuming he was going to bang his sister on the altar. He really needed to stop underestimating the lewdness of pony culture.

“H-have you never… done that?” Cadance whispered, tilting her head, her eyes getting large. “Mister George, respectfully, you were supposed to choose a family member you were close to, or we could have provided you a stand-in.”

“We are close!” insisted Sally, and she wasn’t wrong, they had always been aside from the standard sibling disagreements.

“Humans don’t… get close that way with family,” George explained. Honestly Banana should have known that, but probably just got excited setting things up. No one thought clearly when horny and ponies were no different, which meant many of them rarely thought clearly. “We don’t have… magic to take care of genetic issues from familial relations.”

“Oh dear, well that is awkward um… hm,” to her credit, Cadance didn’t insist they should have sex anyway after finding out it wasn’t acceptable for them. “I wonder if that’s why the human news media seem to be turning off their cameras…“

It was getting more embarrassing all the time. On one hand, George definitely wasn’t going to put any part of his body into his sister, much less in front of a crowd, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to ruin the event despite the confusion. He sighed, and grasped Sally’s hand again.

“This will have to do,” George sighed. “Nothing uh… personal.”

He leaned forward, watching her eyes get rapidly larger as he leaned his face to hers and pushed their lips together. Sally squeaked in a manner he’d normally expect from ponies, but didn’t pull away. Instead they simply both watched each other blush as they kissed.

He turned her about, lifting her to sit her on the altar, and for a moment she held down her dress just in case he had decided to pull it up, but relaxed when he didn’t. Instead they embraced, simply deepening the kiss as their whole bodies burned bright red.

“Ah um, they won’t… all the way… due to cultural differences,” Cadance told the crowd of ponies, and there was a chorus of oooohs as it seemed most of them immediately took that as a valid reason. Some of the ohs were quite disappointed nonetheless, more like awws.

While he still had no intention of banging her, George had to admit that Sally’s crotch was feeling very warm pressed against his, and she probably felt his boner throb against her as well. Not to mention the pressure of her chest against his was quite pleasant. Mares were nice, but their little crotch tits were never going to be adequate replacement for the chest that human women usually had. Before he knew it, one of his hands had wandered up Sally’s chest to give one a squeeze, earning another squeak.

“Here comes Daddy’s cum!” Faucet said to George’s left as his thrusts into Banana became more spastic. “Make sure to wash it down with plenty from your new husbands.”

As Faucet blew his load into his daughter, she writhed against the altar, head laying against it in a puddle of her own drool as her own orgasmic bliss poured down her thighs. She was too busy creaming herself to notice much of George’s awkwardness, but finally started to regain her wits as her father dismounted, pulling from her with the lewdest of slurps and remaining almost rock hard from excitement.

“Celestia’s beard…” Breezy swore quite oddly since George was pretty sure the Celestia one didn’t have one of those. “Oh Sweetheart, you always know how to make… Mommy… oh buck!”

Glitter growled a bit, still plowing his mother’s behind. Breeze was on her back, but he was doubled forward so that he could lap at her slit at the same time, nibbling her clit with his teeth and twisting it ever so slightly, then opening wide to slurp up a wash of fluid as she creamed herself. He tensed his behind, seeming to be saving his next blast for his partners. He instead slowly withdrew, giving his mother one last nuzzle and kiss before helping her off the altar.

George realized now that they’d definitely be consummating their marriage at or on the altar, which was barely embarrassing compared to this. Sally cleared her throat, and though she seemed to have gotten into slapping tongues with George after a bit, politely put a hand on his chest to coax him back as the others finished. They both immediately looked away from one another to hide their blush.

Faucet and Breezy had moved to return to a seat, Breezy in particular on shivering hind legs as if her hole hadn’t stopped twitching in bliss. Sally saw this, gave George’s hand a squeeze in apology, then headed to sit with Gael. She sat next to him, eyes wide with her hands folded in her lap, but didn’t stop the griffin when he sat back in his own seat and tugged her into his lap, gently lapping at her neck from behind to relax her.

Finally, Banana and Glitter wobbled to either of George’s side, and he sighed in relief that things would get more normal now, by pony standards at least. He looked back and forth at them to exchange smiles, then looked forward towards Cadance on the opposite side of the altar.

“Mares, gentlecolts, and… human things,” Cadance smiled, her wings flexing outwards slightly in excitement. “It is finally time to officiate the union of Banana Paradise, Glitter Skies, and George Baylor.”

Banana started to raise her hoof and speak, but George preemptively whispered, “That’s me.” and she put the hoof down.

“The strength of their commitment is clear,” Cadance continued unabated, slightly faster as if she was looking forward to the next part. “The power of their love, undeniable. Please adorn your wedding collars.”

Cadance’s horn glowed an aqua color, and a plush pink pillow floated over the altar and settled in front of the three, glowing the same color as if she were moving it with her creepy pony magic. Atop it had three very pink collars with silver heart-shaped buckles on them. George supposed that made sense, since neither of his mates had fingers for rings, but he also hoped it wasn't tradition to wear them all the time.

He counted his blessings there since it could have been far stranger, smiling as he picked up the collar, wrapping it around his neck and pulling it around to buckle it. He tried to fit it fairly loosely, but just before he buckled it there was a burst of aqua magic that pulled it one snap tighter. He blinked, looking back at Cadance who shifted her eyes away innocently as if it could have been anypony else. He shook his head slightly, but kept it snug.

“I now pronounce you mare and stallion and human-thing,” Cadance said, then whispered. “Sorry I keep forgetting the words humans use.”

George didn’t correct her. It would have been far weirder had she gotten everything right.

“You may now kiss, and other things,” Cadance smiled, then added to them more quietly. “Normally one would do the actual sex at the reception after, like I did at mine, but this is a small affair, so just mating on or about the altar is fine.” She glanced at George nervously. “That’s… okay… right?”

“You bet your candy ass it is,” George grinned as Banana and Glitter propped themselves up on either side and he leaned down to engage in a happy three-way kiss, slurping at one tongue and then the other as the crowd stomped hooves in appreciation behind him. Even Sally stomped her feet instead of clapping.

“Bet my ass?” asked Cadance in another whisper, as if pondering the meaning of that. None of the ponderings were likely what he actually meant, but he left her to wonder. It was nice to confuse a pony for once.

It wasn’t like there was time to explain anyway, since Glitter was already undoing George’s belt buckle with his teeth, and Banana was giggling as she climbed up onto the altar and pushed off what was left of the ornamentation there.

“You wore pants instead of a skirt so I’d have to do this, didn’t you?” Glitter winked up at him as he nuzzled against the bulge and pulled open the front of his pants, then grasped the waistband of his underwear and tugged downward.

“Y-yeah,” George claimed for Glitter’s benefit. He arched his back a bit as his pants came down, and decided not to look back at the crowd, trying to ignore that his sister was about to see him put his dick in a horse.

“So who wants what?” Banana giggled, flopping onto her back and spreading her hind legs. Her skirt easily came up and framed her two holes, her slit drooling cum still onto her tailhole as her tail swished back and forth. “Tight ass, or Daddy’s sloppy seconds.”

“You know, I’d normally go for the ass here,” Glitter chuckled. Of course he would. “But her Dad’s straight so this might be the only way I get to interact with his dick juice.”

“Ah well, sure that’s fine,” George scratches his head, though looked a bit longingly at that drooling puss as he figured that he would have been the one to get in there.

“How about you both ram the foal hole?” Banana purred, seeming to sense that they both wanted it. “We haven’t done that before.” George might normally wonder if that was safe for her, but he’d seen some of the massive toys she played with and knew how ridiculously stretchy ponies were.

Cadance purred from behind the altar at the suggestion, apparently agreeing with it. She had sat up on her haunches again and now had both hooves rubbing between her thighs. Her jaw was clenched as if trying really hard not to disturb them now, so maybe she wasn’t supposed to at this point. Either way she had a literal puddle of princess juice under her moist behind on the floor at this point.

“That’s a great idea!” Glitter hopped excitedly from hoof to hoof, his shaft waggling a bit comically beneath him before he hopped up onto the altar himself. “Let’s face you front so everypony can see that amazing pussy get split!”

“Oh uh, sure,” George slid up on the altar as well, sitting on his knees with his pants down around his ankles since they seemed to be keeping their skirts on. Showing off such a thing was a little nerve wracking though since it would very directly show the comparison between the human and pony equipment, where he obviously didn’t measure up.

“I see some have already started,” Cadance said towards the crowd, trotting around the altar herself so she could see the same view that the crowd got. “But you in the crowd are free to consummate as well, and I encourage you to make some new friends! My unicorn guards will assist with anyone that needs a foal-control spell… or a fertility spell… or an additional partner.”

George tried hard to concentrate on Banana, who was giggling up a storm and being even cuter than usual in her excitement as her new husbands moved to either side of her. She wrapped a front hoof around each of their shoulders tightly, then spread her legs and propped each hind leg up to leave her bottom exposed as she was lifted off the altar.

Glitter moved to his hind legs as George moved to his knees atop the altar, which was much softer than one would expect as if it was made with the expectation of sex occurring atop it. The man blushed again when Glitter pushed Banana over towards him a bit more to make sure his relatively pitiful human shaft would reach adequately. Both tips pressed against Banana’s lips together, her profuse secretions immediately flowing down each length, not to mention a healthy sample of Faucet’s seed from earlier, reheated by her fuck oven.

Fortunately, it was hard to concentrate on his own inadequacies when he felt the warmth of both Banana’s creamy pie and Glitter’s throbbing shaft against him, and George relaxed. He and Glitter pressed upwards together, leaning forward and kissing deeply in front of Banana’s face, the mare soon leaning forward to lick into it as well. Her body tensed against both of them, hind legs kicking slightly as she stretched around them.

George had told himself he wouldn’t look at the crowd, especially with all the very wet noises that were coming from that direction, but he glanced to his sister a bit without thinking. To his surprise, she’d joined in the festivities with Gael. Though she hadn’t removed her dress, her panties were around one ankle as Gael pulled her panting form up and down on his lap, pressing into one hole or the other, and her blushing face kept her eyes clenched as if she couldn’t bear to watch what was happening in front of the chapel.

It was what George expected until Gael, while still rocking Sally in his lap, leaned over and went down on the stallion next to him. His beak wrapped around the shaft with surprising flexibility, so that at least answered George’s question about that possibility. Sally felt him lean and glanced over, blushing harder but not seeming upset that her boyfriend was going down on what was probably a stranger.

He supposed it was good that she was accustomed to it before coming here too, but either way George had his own fun to concentrate on.

As usual, Banana’s pussy was infinitely accommodating yet perfectly tight at the same time. The passage rippled up and down over the shafts as the two males pushed into her simultaneously, her belly stretching out with the girth and her legs twitching violently each time they went deep. Her thick pussy juice and her father’s cum drooled off their swinging sacks and pooled onto the altar beneath them.

“My lovely boys,” panted Banana, eyes rolled back as she licked at either of their mouths, then clenched her teeth and squeaked as her pussy clenched hard around them both. It wasn’t long before her flow increased and her whole body undulated with orgasmic bliss. She added loudly, as if wanting to make sure the audience heard it over their own moans and wet slapping. ”Cum on, add to Daddy’s sperm cocktail inside me…”

If not for the weirdness of the situation and the fact that he’d had a lot of practice holding back, George would have already. It wasn’t hard to release it, especially when he already felt Glitter’s shaft pulsing as jets of stallion spunk burst through it and up into their mutual wife. George was soon after, filling her together and then sloshing out onto the altar

George then jerked at an unexpected sensation added to the mix mid-orgasm as Cadance took it upon herself to lean down and take a long lap at the penetration point between the three, slurping loudly before moving her head back up, a bit of their stringy cum drooling from her muzzle as she rolled a glob of it around her mouth using her tongue.

“Having fun?” Cadance offered with a chuckle.

None of the three were capable of a coherent response at the moment, though she did get a lot of nods between moans.

“Good,” Cadance smirked. “I wanted to ask though, in case George isn’t aware… it is tradition that the presiding official at a wedding have an option to join in a wedding night, sometimes to watch, sometimes to participate. Are you okay with that?”

George was totally going to say no, as he was far too tired already to try and sate an additional giant horse, but unfortunately his head wouldn’t have it and he kept nodding.

“Good again,” Cadance winked. She used her magic to slip a piece of paper into George’s pocket. ‘I’m not supposed to leave the embassy without an escort, but you can show that to my guards later tonight and they’ll escort you to my chambers here.”

Another wink later, the princess stepped back. What had George just agreed too.

“I was hoping for that,” Banana finally got out actual words, though her hips continued to roll against her husbands as they finished expelling their load into her.

“I mean I wish it was Prince Armor instead, but I won’t say no to a royal bang,” Glitter added, his hips slowly coming to a stop.

The trio remained there for a while, not moving much as they leaned in for a group cuddle, and George tried to let the moment be without thinking too much of the potential death-by-snu-snu with the amazonian-like horse later.

“I love you two,” George sighed.

That said, he was ready to leave the service. The smell of various flavors of pony cum in here was getting a bit stronger than he could stand.

Only then did a particular thought hit him like a train into a bus full of orphans.

“I forgot to call into work,” George facepalmed. “I was already on a last warning. Not calling in at all… it’s safe to assume I’ve been terminated.”

“Oh…” Glitters and Banana said together, then Glitter added. “Don’t worry, we both make enough to take care of you.”

“I don’t particularly want to be ‘taken care of’, not in that way at least,” George sighed. He still had his pride.

“No worries!” Banana grinned widely. “I guarantee I can get you a new job you’ll love!”

Oh no.