Amplified

Clutching a bouquet of flowers before herself, Citi stared at her reflection in open awe. It had been nearly two years since she’d first met Vinyl, but that felt like a lifetime ago. Her big-dicked lover had changed her in more ways than she dared to count, stripping away her masculinity and revealing who she was supposed to be, and everything had led to this moment.

Her eyes wandered from her luscious, pouting lips and down to her chest, bringing a smile to her face. The dress she wore was like some slatternly mockery of a wedding gown, failing to fully cover mountainous bust, supple ass, or her nethers, although she wasn’t bothered by her immodest attire in the slightest. This was her day, hers and Vinyl’s, so she was free to wear as much or as little as she pleased.

Looking lower down her body, past the areola peeking out of the top of her dress, she smirked down at her groin. The cage locked to her dainty little package glistened in the cool light and was uncovered by any sort of undergarment, so anyone who looked close enough would be able to see it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken the thing off, outside of when she took showers or baths - even then, on the rare occasions when her clit was free, it only served as a pitiful reminder of who and what she used to be.

It was almost funny to consider she’d used to have a stallionhood. Where once a respectable length of cock rested, now lay a shriveled, completely impotent nub of sensitive flesh. The most her clit could do was ache and leak pre-cum like a broken faucet, but that didn’t bother her. Since her big-dicked lover had shown her who she really was, opening her eyes and putting her in her place, she got more than enough sexual gratification from the use of her real sex organ.

Bringing one hand behind herself, she sank her fingers into one immense, soft cheek of her ass. The soft, bloated ring that was her pucker winked at her touch, craving attention and causing her to giggle. Her backdoor had developed considerably throughout her relationship with Vinyl, metamorphosing from a taught, useless hole to a well-trained pussy that could accommodate even the most intimidating stallionhood - heck, she’d even been double-penetrated and fisted a few times! She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t proud of herself or the things she could accomplish, having transcended from an uninteresting stallion to an utter bombshell, and she’d stack her aesthetic and sexual prowess against any mare in Equestria.

She turned, looked over her shoulder, and flipped the back of her dress to inspect her rear. It wasn’t uncommon for her to catch stallions - real stallions eyeing her like a prime cut of meat, undressing her with their eyes and undoubtedly fantasizing about all the lewd things they’d do to her in bed, but the most they could do was look – well, unless Vinyl invited them to have some fun with her. While there were a few times she’d been brought to glory holes or seedy bars and whored out by her mate, either because the dickmare had been bored or because she’d wanted some extra spending money, she knew who she belonged to.

Wheeling back around to face her reflection, she leaned forward, set her flowers down and plucked a tube of neon-pink lipstick from the vanity. Her role, her very purpose for being, was simple; she was a convenient pair of warm, eager holes for her lover, and it was her duty to look as enticing as she could wherever she went. She really didn’t mind being the personal sex-toy for Vinyl, not for the least of which reasons being she no longer had to worry about anything but serving her Mistress, which was one reason why she’d decided to make things official.

Her lipstick, mascara, eye liner, and blush were applied with practiced ease, elevating her beauty to the nth degree - sure, she may have looked like a slatternly mockery of a bride, but that was precisely the point. Though normal mares got married and committed themselves to their lover before an audience of their friends and families, that’s not who or what she was. She barely considered herself a pony, relishing the objectified way Vinyl viewed and treated her, and that’s exactly how it was supposed to be.

As she grabbed the bouquet she’d placed on the vanity, she suppressed an excited shiver. She didn’t think that her relationship would change much after today, yet knowing she’d fully committed herself before a crowd was thrilling. Unable to contain her enthusiasm, she scampered over to the curtained doorway and peeked outside.

The sun blazed brightly overhead, there was a subtle breeze, and the temperature was just warm enough to make her lack of attire comfortable, although her interest lay with the dozens of ponies trotting to or already seated in the rows of seats placed before an altar. She could see a few familiar faces, namely Vinyl’s friends and a few family members, but the overwhelming majority of attendees were total strangers - not like that mattered all that much. Since learning that the event had been advertised in several depraved circles, with tickets being sold, she’d had no doubt that there’d be a considerable audience.

The good news was that each guest had to buy a ticket, was required to bring a gift, and there’d be plenty of eyes on her to fuel her growing exhibitionistic side - the bad news, if it could even be called that, was that she had perilously little information for how things were going to play out. She’d only been to a single wedding before, back when she’d been a colt, and she wasn’t sure about the ceremony itself. Outside of knowing about the vows, the reception, and the cutting of a cake, what lay ahead of her was a complete mystery.

Presuming she’d be called upon when the time was right, she retreated from view and went back to the vanity. Left to wait, her thoughts drifted to her lover. It would be impossible for her to tell what Vinyl was going to wear for the occasion, considering she’d look just as stunning in a gown as she would a suit and tie, but she’d find out soon enough - she hoped. As her mind wandered to her soon-to-be betrothed, she ground her thighs together.

Minutes passed in the relative silence of her tent, the only noises coming from the idle chatter outside, until the curtain was pulled open. She looked over expectantly, hoping to see her mare, but was disappointed to spot a mare she’d never seen before. Paying little heed to what she was wearing, the young lady smiled over at her and nodded.

“It’s time,” the stranger tranquilly intoned.

Right on cue, the soft sound of music drifted to Citi’s ears. Bolting to her feet, she brushed herself off and gave herself a final once-over. From the stiletto heels on her feet to her neatly styled mane, she was as perfect as she was going to get - unfortunately, her excitement grew tinged with anxiety. Though she thought she looked fine, she was nervous about meeting her mate’s expectations.

Stopping just before the curtain, she drew a deep breath to sooth her frazzled nerves, held it for a moment, and slowly exhaled. This was it, the moment she’d been dreaming of for weeks on end, and there was no turning back. Holding her head high and clutching the flowers to her chest, just between her bosoms, she walked out of the tent and into view.

The music shifted as soon as she appeared, transitioning from a relaxing ambiance to the hallmark tune of Here Comes the Bride. Her pride welled with every step she took. Every guest at the event stood and looked over at her, yet their expressions were anything but heartwarming. Lecherous smirks and hushed whispers cut through the throng, as what had to be nearly a hundred ponies ogled with sinful intent - nevertheless, the attention made her feel tingly all over.

It wasn’t until she’d passed nearly half of the seats, moving at a metered pace, that a towering figure crossed from a nearby tent and to the altar. Tall and powerful, clad in a form-fitting tuxedo, the pony smiled over at her and extended a hand in her direction. She saw Vinyl on a daily basis, excluding when they were separated because of the dickmare’s job as a DJ and music producer, yet the sight of the titan all gussied up made her weak in the knees.

As she placed one foot in front of the other, her eyes never strayed from her lover. In a word, Vinyl was breathtaking. Her mate typically wore comfortable attire, usually just shorts and a t-shirt, but that wasn’t the case this time. Towering over everyone in attendance, done up like an honest to goodness groom, the colossal dickmare smirked over at her and winked.

“As enchanting as ever,” Vinyl hummed, looking her up and down.

Coming to a halt opposite of her lover, Citi blushed and averted her gaze. If this had been any other day or any other event, regardless of who was around, she would have done anything but act demure. Glancing down at the giant’s crotch, spotting the unmistakable imprint of her mate’s package, she felt a bead of pre-cum slip from her cage and down to her coin purse.

Her reservations had been whittled away over her time with Vinyl, making modesty an abstract, almost unfathomable concept, yet she remained where she stood and restrained herself. There’d be plenty of time to shower the dickmare with her affection later, possibly during the reception if she was given the go-ahead, but that could wait - for the time being, she had to be a good little mare and behave herself. Tearing her eyes off her lover’s groin, she looked to the side and watched a pony sauntering in their direction.

She recognized Octavia in an instant, yet the sight of the dominatrix bedecked in what appeared to be a perverse charade of a minister’s raiment gave her a moment for pause. With nothing more than a stole draped around her neck, the length of white cloth being the only thing covering her breasts, the mare’s revealing garb rivaled her own. Walking over and stopping at the dias directly between the mismatched couple, she quirked a brow and placed her hands on the podium.

“Ladies and gentlecolts, we’re gathered here today for a most momentous occasion,” Octavia began. “Please be seated.”

Facing her betrothed, as giddy as a schoolfilly, Citi held Vinyl’s hands and gazed into the woman’s eyes. She was vaguely aware that Octavia was talking, officiating the ceremony and waxing poetic about love, lust, and how it was a mare’s place to serve her stud, yet she scarcely paid it any mind. Though it was a juncture she never thought she’d find herself at, adorned like a whorish bride before a big, beautiful dickmare, she was overjoyed beyond words.

“Ahem -” Octavia coughed, shaking her from her thoughts. “The rings, if you would…”

Citi turned her head and followed the mare’s gaze, realizing the officiant was looking to her right, and started when she saw a pair of ponies standing just to her side. Completely covered in black latex and led by what she could only presume was one of Octavia’s dominatrix companions, a stallion and mare stood and presented a pair of ring boxes. She would have been unnerved by such an unorthodox development, had it not fit the theme of her wedding flawlessly.

Taking the lead, Vinyl reached over and plucked a small box from one of the gimp’s outstretched hands. “Citi - gosh, I didn’t think I’d ever be saying this,” she chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck, “but I really do want you to be mine. I’ve had fun with a fair share of stallions and mares in the past, but there’s something about you that always brings a smile to my face. If there was ever a pony on this planet who deserved this ring, it’s you…”

The breath hitched in Citi’s throat, her eyes teared up, and her lower lip quivered. In spite of the depravity around her, hearing such a sincere confession warmed the depths of her heart. Her place was by Vinyl’s side, serving as support and sexual relief, yet she’d accepted that long ago. As her lover opened the box and displayed a platinum band inset with a large diamond, she extended her hand and splayed her fingers.

“Will you be mine for now and forever?” Vinyl asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“I…I do…” Citi stammered, nearly choking up.

Vinyl smoothly slid the ring over her finger and beamed down at her, mirroring her happiness. She only gave herself a second to admire the piece of jewelry, knowing good and well that it must have cost a small fortune, before she shifted and took the box from her attending gimp’s palm. Having nearly forgotten about the vows, even though she’d spend days agonizing over what she’d say, she opened the little chest and only then remembered that she hadn’t bought a ring.

Her eyes widened and she stiffened, caught off guard when she recognized what she was holding wasn’t meant for a finger. She should have realized that something was wrong as soon as the latex-clad pony had presented the box, given that it was nearly triple the size of the one offered to Vinyl, yet she’d been so caught up with her emotions that she hadn’t given it any thought. Hewn of gold and studded with gemstones, the hefty band was more of a bangle than an actual ring.

With her thoughts racing, she came to a startling revelation. She hadn’t been given a regular ring because she wasn’t participating in a regular wedding. As she glanced at her lover’s crotch, the corners of her lips turned up. There was only one thing on Vinyl that was large enough to accommodate such a hefty piece of jewelry, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to fulfill her part of the vows properly.

She sank to her knees and reached out with a trembling hand. Seeing as how Octavia was virtually topless, there were a duo of latex-clad gimps acting as ring bearers, and she could easily be mistaken for a very immodest whore, it only made sense that the onlookers wouldn’t mind seeing what the groom had to offer. Deftly popping the button on Vinyl’s pants, she pulled down her lover’s fly and began to salivate.

It wouldn’t be the first time she’d performed for an audience, and she’d bet her bottom bit that it wouldn’t be the last - still, seeing the dark flesh of the she-stud’s stallionhood made her forget about anyone or anything other than her mate. Regardless of where she was or whoever was around, she’d gleefully drop whatever she was doing to service Vinyl.

After slowly pulling the pants down the colossal dickmare’s legs, hoping the audience appreciated the gradual reveal as much as she did, she reverently wrapped her fingers around Vinyl’s shaft - well, she tried to wrap her fingers around Vinyl’s shaft. The fact of the matter was that her lover’s tool was simply too big to hold in one hand, but that was part of its terrifying appeal. Hefting the prodigious length ever so slightly, she brought the golden cock-ring to the tip of the giant’s dick.

The burnished metal contrasted wondrously against the dark flesh of Vinyl’s endowment and glimmered in the sunlight. Though she was well aware that the piece of jewelry was primarily ceremonial, meant to commemorate the occasion and to serve as a sign of their bond with one another, she had no doubt that it was fully functional. She smirked and guided the band up her mate’s shaft, past the tracing veins and over the thick medial ring, until it was seated around the trunk-like base of the woman’s cock.

Pausing, she looked up to Vinyl for guidance. While she was far from an expert at wedding etiquette, she was fairly certain that it wasn’t part of the ceremony to choke herself on her betrothed at the altar. Much to her pleasant surprise, her mate nodded and flashed a small smile at her. With nothing needing to be said, she leaned back, hefted the immense appendage, and closed her eyes.

Kissing one’s spouse was a tried and true part of any wedding, it was common sense, yet she hadn’t anticipated making out with a colossal dickmare’s stallionhood while she was getting married. Her tongue played over the fat, battering ram-like cock-head, she fondled her lover’s balls with her free hand, and she pulled her top down to fully reveal her huge, leaking udders. To Tartarus with it - since things had gone off the traditional rails as soon as she’d walked down the aisle, she saw no reason not to give everyone in attendance a bit of a show.

Bobbing her head and groaning around the mammoth tool, she smeared her lipstick upon her mate’s shaft. She’d definitely need to reapply her makeup before attending the reception, and she may need a shower as well, but that would be a concern for later. So long as she made Vinyl happy, she’d gladly put her wifely duties on display for any and all to see.

The intoxicating scent of musk filled her sinuses, the flavor of sweat and unwashed flesh blossomed on her palate, and she whimpered when a strong hand clutched the back of her head. It would have been impossible for her to say how many times she and Vinyl had fooled around, yet her enjoyment of serving the colossus never got old - on the contrary, like a fine cognac, it only got better with time. Quickly filling her lungs, she drove her head forward and sheathed the she-stud’s shaft in her gullet.

Her eyes watered slightly, causing her tears to carry mascara down her cheeks and to her jaw, yet she wasn’t crying out of discomfort - no, she was crying out of joy. While the ceremony wasn’t technically complete, not until they were declared husband and wife, she’d been looking forward to this day. Sleeping with her lover was all well and good, but sleeping with her betrothed was an electrifying concept.

With nearly half of Vinyl’s length buried in her face, she lowered both her hands and began playing with her tits. She had to milk herself a minimum of twice a day, typically first thing in the morning and then again before she went to bed each night, yet becoming aroused had a way of upping her productivity. Rich white cream ran down her fingers and pattered onto the carpet beneath her while she ravenously sucked the she-stud off.

She could have stayed where she was for ages, only slowing to get sips of air when she absolutely needed it, but it wasn’t meant to be. After several minutes passed, the hand on her head shifted and patted her cheek. Her eyes flew open and upward to Vinyl’s face and her movements drew to a halt in an instant.

“The ceremony’s not done, honey,” Vinyl chuckled, motioning for her to stand, “but I’ll let you get back to that later - that is, if you behave.”

Flying back and clearing her airway, Citi licked her lips and got to her feet. “Yes, Mistress.”

Eyeing the dickmare and busty femcolt, Octavia stepped back from the podium. “Since it’s painfully clear that you’re both ready to move things along, let’s wrap this up ~ shall we? Vinyl, do you take this little whore as your wife, to use and abuse, to turn out as you see fit, and to do your best to breed whenever the mood so strikes you?”

“Damn right I do,” Vinyl smugly answered.

Octavia nodded and swung her attention over to the untidy femcolt. “And do you - uh - what’s your name again?”

“Citi,” Citi serenely responded, unable to take her eyes off Vinyl’s face.

“Right, Citi,” Octavia muttered. “Do you, Citi, take Vinyl to be your husband, unquestioningly pledging your body to her, tending to her every need, and subjecting yourself to whatever lecherous desires she -”

“Yeah,” Citi interrupted, subconsciously reaching down to rub at her cage. “I’ll do anything for her.”

Extending an arm and hooking a finger under her chin, Vinyl lifted her muzzle. “Whenever I want?”

“Whenever, wherever, and with whoever,” Citi cooed, lowering a hand to pat the giant’s stallionhood.

“A bit uncouth, but I’ll excuse your impertinence this once,” Octavia tutted, lifting a piece of paper from the podium. “By the power granted to me by the City of Fillydelphia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Please sign on the appropriate lines, mail to the registrar of deeds office, and you’ll have your wedding certificates in the mail within fourteen business days. I wish you the best of luck with your marriage. You may now kiss the bride.”

Citi clamped her eyes shut and expectantly pursed her lips as recessional music started to play. She never would have guessed she’d be a blushing bride standing at an altar while awaiting a kiss from her monumental she-stud husband, yet she’d never been more elated. Seconds passed, the applause from the crowd dwindled, and she only reluctantly peeked up at her lover, apprehensive that something may be wrong, and watched the dickmare shy away.

“What are you…” she trailed off as Vinyl shook her head and reached into her shirt pocket.

“I know this isn’t exactly customary, but I wanted to do something special for you,” Vinyl hummed, sinking to one knee. “Come here for a sec.”

Doing as she’d been asked, Citi stepped forward. The sight of her lover pulling a key from her pocket compounded her confusion and left her mute. In abject silence, she lowered her gaze and remained still as the titan reached out, unlocked her chastity cage, and removed the contraption from her package.

“Don’t need this anymore,” Vinyl laughed, tossing the device over her shoulder.

The warm air against Citi’s freed clit felt odd and almost alien. She’d spent the better part of a year being locked, so having her chastity taken off so suddenly, and on the day of her wedding, left her nonplussed, yet that didn’t seem to matter to her mate. Fidgeting uncomfortably, unsure of what to do or what was going to happen, she gasped when the she-stud produced a new, even smaller cage.

With a gentleness that belied her massive size, Vinyl expertly fitted the device onto her. “Wanted to do something special for you, babe.”

Citi cocked her head to the side and stared down at the contraption. The cage was slightly smaller than the one she’d been wearing, imparting an even greater sense of snugness than she was used to, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. So far as she could see, leaning to her left then right to get a better look at the device, it was without any sort of lock.

“It doesn’t have a key?” she inquired, almost disappointed.

“Doesn’t need one,” Vinyl noted, standing back up and dusting her hands. “Check this out.”

As the unicorn’s horn flared to life, Citi felt a strange tingling sensation about her package. Purely out of instinct, assuming the cage had some magical element, she brought one hand to the cap of the cage and pulled. The chastity didn’t budge in the slightest, even when she gave it a hard tug, although she quickly noticed why. The seams of the metal disappeared, fusing the contraption into a single unit that was trapped to her equipment.

“And,” Vinyl snickered, “I can make it do this.”

With a snap of her fingers, the chastity cage shrank and compressed Citi’s clit. She he stifled a whimper, overwhelmed by the familiar feeling of discomfort and denial. She would have been more than content with just the wedding ring and the promise that she and Vinyl would be together forever, yet her lover had found a way to spoil her with the enchanted present.

Stepping out of her pants and kicking them to the side, leaving herself naked from the waist down, Vinyl began unbuttoning her shirt. “I really think you’ll like it. It cleans and prevents hair growth in the area, so you won’t have to worry about taking it off to shower or shave anymore!”

“I…I…” Citi sputtered, glancing between her clit’s new prison and her gradually stripping husband. “I love it.”

“I figured you would,” Vinyl hummed. “You might be a total whore and a cock-hound, but you’re my little whore and cock-hound ~ got it?”

Flinging the flowers into the crowd, heedless of who caught them, Citi clasped her hands together. “Of course I am!”

As thrilled as she’d been to attend the reception reception and be paraded around while holding her hubby’s hand, her raging libido eclipsed her more sensible desires. There was only one reason why Vinyl would be stripping down, and it wasn’t to mingle with guests and eat cake. As she turned toward the altar, stricken by inspiration, a coy grin split her muzzle.

“Mistress,” she purred, splaying her legs and flicking her tail to the side. “You want to show all these mares and gentle colts how much you love me?”

Before she’d finished speaking, she threw her arms back, grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread her buns. She may not have been completely naked, but anyone could see just how well-used and eager she was to consummate her marriage. Enticingly swaying her hips from side to side, she looked over her shoulder and shot a wink at the dickmare behind her.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Vinyl grunted, grabbing her dick and stepping up behind the buxom femcolt. “Hope you don’t mind trotting around looking like you’re carrying triplets.”

Citi rolled her hips back and tittered. It had been a bit frustrating to go nearly two full weeks without getting her brains fucked out by her stud, but the payoff was definitely going to be worth it. Shortly after they’d agreed to tie the knot, Vinyl had said she was going to save up for the event, abstaining from blowing a load until they were hitched. It was anyone’s guess as to if the dickmare had planned to rut her in front of the crowd, but she couldn’t care less about having an audience - as far as she was concerned, she’d be overjoyed to have a huge group of spectators watching her get bred.

Turning away and folding her arms on the podium, allowing her breasts to hang heavily from her chest, she braced her legs and readied herself for the inevitable. She’d adopted a regiment of keeping herself ready for action at any given time, downing a special potion each and every morning that left her interior clean as a whistle and lubricated. And this day, even though she was getting hitched, was no different. She would have been shocked if she hadn’t ended up getting her guts rearranged at some point or another, so it was as good of a time as any to get warmed up for her wedding night.

“Not quite the wedding cake I’d expected,” Vinyl laughed, slapping her wife’s ass, “but I’m not opposed to having an appetizer.”

“Appeti - Nnnnph!” Citi groaned as what could only be a big, thick tongue was drawn up from her coin purse to her backdoor.

It was very, very rare for Vinyl to eat her ass, which made the development all the more exhilarating. As she giggled with herself, pre-cum oozed from her cage. While it may not have been as intense as getting fucked, being rimmed by the she-stud reminded her how how lucky she was. Vinyl may have been rough almost all of the time, treating her like a living fleshlight, yet she had her tender moments.

Though she was too caught up with enjoying herself to check, it was almost a guaranteed certainty that several members of the audience had pulled out their phones to record the impassioned exchange. It wouldn’t be long until the video began circulating online, and she was made all the happier for it. Soon everyone would know who she belonged to, that she’d gotten married to the Vinyl Scratch, but that wouldn’t be until the ceremony was complete.

Vinyl eventually withdrew and rose to her full intimidating height behind her. “You ready?”

Recognizing the feeling of a very familiar cock-head press against her entrance, Citi nodded back at her lover. “For you, always…”

She pushed back as the dickmare thrust forward, embracing inch after inch of thick, wondrous stallionhood. Her mate didn’t relent until she felt a pair of weighty, cum-filled balls bump against her coin purse. Vinyl had seen something in her when they’d first met, somehow realizing that she was meant to be an attractive and eager plaything, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to repay her gratitude.

Moving in tune with the dickmare, she clenched her hole around Vinyl’s retreating shaft before bucking back to meet her lover’s next plunge. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, driving her to the very cusp of a climax, yet that wasn’t enough to keep her from moving. Months upon months of being used had forged her into an all but literal sex machine, giving her the strength and muscle memory to continue even if she passed out, so she gripped the podium tightly and put her body to work.

From an outsider’s perspective, the sight of the pair of newlyweds going at it was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Vinyl was a titan compared to Citi, towering a full head and shoulders above the buxom femcolt if they were standing side by side, and she had the endowment to match. Several of the spectators crept from their chairs, jockeying for positions to capture the action on their cameras, while the couple’s passion soared.

Vinyl’s thrusts were slow, steady, and remarkably deep, causing Citi’s abdomen to bulge outward from the immense intrusion. Her massive nuts swayed and repeatedly slapped against her wife’s caged clit, as the drumbeat of their colliding bodies filled the air. While there were bigger and more aggressive dickmares out in the world, many of whom had harems of sycophantic lovers for themselves, she was an impressive sight nonetheless.

Saliva crept down Citi’s chin, her eyelids fluttered, and pre-cum slung from her cage. In what felt like seconds, she’d been driven to the brink of what she could endure. No matter how many times Vinyl railed her out, the longest she could keep herself from cumming was five minutes on a good day. Throwing her head back and howling, hoping someone would capture her orgasm, she came and trembled from head to toe.

Increasing her pace by an order of magnitude, Vinyl grabbed her hips and began power-fucking her ass. Her blissful wails were a symphony, so loud and discordant that they could have drowned out the band that had been playing earlier, but that couldn’t be helped. She used to hold herself back when she was getting screwed, trying to stay quiet out of embarrassment, although that had stopped a long, long time ago.

“Yes,” she brayed, her head wrenched back as Vinyl pulled on her neatly styled mane. “Ruin me for everyone!”

“God, I - Mmmf - love when you beg,” Vinyl growled.

The praise, while subtle, was enough to make Citi’s orgasm rebound in mere seconds. Her clit and tiny balls flopped about uselessly at her groin, her backdoor was drawn out and stuffed back in with every plunge of Vinyl’s stallionhood, and milk dripped from her swaying bosoms. If ever there was a more perfect way to finish off her ceremony, this was it.

Vinyl stooped low, grabbed one of her legs, and pulled it upward. Everyone in attendance could have clearly seen what they were doing, but now her minuscule package was put on full display. She would have liked to think that the move had been purely for the good of those with recording equipment, adding an even more scandalous flare to the depraved scene, but it was so much more than that - it was to illustrate the dynamic between them.

Citi wasn’t a stallion, having lost any trace of her masculinity ages ago, but she wasn’t a true mare either. She was an avatar of perversion, the embodiment of carnality and a beacon to those who yielded to the sins of the flesh, and she wore her title with pride. Squealing out in delight, climaxing a second time, she needily milked her lover’s pistoning length.

It wasn’t long before she yielded to the nirvanic pleasure Vinyl afforded, surrendering herself completely. Against such a sexual titan, there was only so much she could do - sure, there were times when she would ride the dickmare cowgirl, and she loved worshiping the she-stud’s equipment, yet she had no real control. With her tits bouncing and spraying milk, singing a hedonistic symphony with her orgasmic cries, she struggled to remain conscious.

Like a machine, Vinyl went on pounding into her seemingly without end. She came until every drop of her impotent seed had been fucked from her body, convulsing with each dry-climax she had. The sensation was heaven incarnate, satiating her on a physical, mental, and even spiritual level, although she snapped out of her trance when she felt her lover starting to flare.

She tried to speak, to beg the dickmare to fill her, but she simply couldn’t form a coherent word. Rambling and whimpering like a mare possessed, she weakly clamped her aching, battered pucker around the she-stud’s monolith of a cock. Several intrepid souls had inched closer, and a few were even kneeling to either side of her, when her wish was ultimately granted.

Vinyl bellowed and draped herself over Citi’s back as she came. Draping herself over the femcolt’s back, holding the little mare tightly, she pumped what had to be at least a gallon of thick, virile foal-batter directly into her comparably diminutive mate. She’d done her part, she’d bred her wife right there at the altar, but she wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot.

Whimpering in glee, Citi stiffened when the dickmare bit her on the neck. Pain mingled with her ecstasy, giving her a final, cataclysmic orgasm, while her belly gurgled and began to bloat beneath her. If her distended gut and the fact that she’d been seen getting fucked hadn’t been enough to convey who she’d pledged herself too, the teeth marks on her tender flesh would let everyone know she was a claimed mare.

The lovers fell still and silent, basking in their pleasure for several minutes, until Vinyl began to move. Straightening up and inching back, the titan hauled her semi-rigid length from her wife’s abused ass. She only stopped when the tip of her length remained lodged in Citi, acting as a cork of sorts, before waving to a nearby mare with a camera.

“Hey, c’mere,” Vinyl croaked, waving the mare forward. “Get a good shot of this?”

The nameless mare nodded and leveled the lens at Citi’s stuffed hole as Vinyl pulled out. A waterfall of spunk coursed from the femcolt’s ass, pouring down her legs, coin purse, and clit, but she somehow remained standing. Though several of the stallions in attendance were clearly aroused by the spectacle, none of them made a move - not just because it would be rude to screw someone else’s bride at their wedding, but because none of them could ever dare to dream of satisfying her.

Stepping over to the podium, once she’d released her lover’s leg, Vinyl softly patted Citi’s face. “You still in there?”

“Uh…uh-huh…” Citi weakly replied.

“Wanna lick this clean?” the hulking she-stud hummed, lifting and smearing her cock against her wife’s face.

“In…in a second,” Citi rasped, pushing herself away and collapsing to the ground. Staring up at the dickmare, she drew her tongue over her lips. “L…let me eat your ass…”

Vinyl guffawed and shook her head, amused with the request. “Be my guest, baby.”

Seeing the titan turn and present her plot, Citi feebly got to her knees and buried her face in Vinyl’s muscular buns. The irony didn’t escape her - weddings were sealed with a kiss, so it only felt fitting to end the ceremony with her feasting on her mate’s behind. The scent of sweat and musk that filled her sinuses was so strong that it made her lightheaded, yet that didn’t stop her from giving the dickmare’s behind a thorough spit-shine. Her hair was an absolute mess, her face was smeared with makeup, and she was filled with so much cum that she could pass for being pregnant - in spite of all that, she was genuinely overjoyed.

As soon as she was finished, she’d make herself as presentable as she could to mingle with the guests and cut the cake with her hubby. The strangest thing was that nothing had or really would change between her and Vinyl; they’d keep living together, she’d keep tending to her lover’s needs, and she’d continue enjoying life to its fullest. Sinking her tongue into the dickmare’s taut pucker, she moaned and imagined how incredible the rest of her life was going to be…