Autumn wedding

It was the day of your wedding. It had come so fast, but given your recent baby news, just in time. You had traveled down to the beach near the New Forest so that Brandy's parents' herd could attend. Marnie's family raft had weighed anchor just offshore. The three of you were getting ready separately.

Your mother was helping you. The three dads had left you to it and gone to play pool at the cliffside pub that was going to be your reception venue. They had been given very distinct instructions not to drink before the ceremony. Brandy's dad had lifted Marnie's dad out of the water and let him ride on his back. It was nice seeing them make a similar bond to the one that Brandy and Marnie had.

You wore a modest white wedding dress with a lace overlay. The train was short; the fit showed off your boobs while hiding both the growing bump in your belly and the bulge between your legs. It had only been a month since you found out about the baby, but the centaur inside you was growing rapidly.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you walked down the aisle with your father leading. A flower arch on the beach with chairs arranged. Merfolk sat on one side, although some stayed in the sea watching from the waves. Your family and friends on the other side. The centaurs stood to the side. A huge silver dragon lay behind the arch, with the sea behind her.

You were the first to arrive and stood there, your back to the aisle. You heard the music start from a portable speaker in Yarraman's caravan. You turned to see Brandy, her walking down with Yarraman by her sided. She wore a long flowing satin wedding dress that flowed over her equine body and down to the ground.

Manie was behind her in her wheelchair, being pushed by a relative who could transform. She wore a short white dress with black lace flowers over it, blending wedding with goth.

You almost cried as you all took your places by the arch. The silver dragon poked her head through. "We are all gathered here today to witness the marriage, in the centaur tradition, of Brandy to Carrie and Marnie."

The next moments seemed like a blur. You remember saying your vows and signing the marriage certificate and walking back down the aisle, Marnie riding Brandy as everyone cheered. You managed to steal a quiet moment together before going up the cliff path and to the pub, where they had set out a large marquee in the garden. Fewer Merfolk stayed for the reception, but you had arranged for alcohol and food to be delivered to the raft so they could have their own celebration. There was dancing and cake, and Brandy's mother won the biggest hat contest. The herd had made a huge feast for everyone. The wedding went on into the night, and finally the three of you made it over to your caravan.