At a wedding

Diane was the most beautiful women you had ever known, and today was the most beautiful she had ever been. Her dress was a fifteen out of ten: a tasteful but jaw-droppingly hot corset which made her breasts defy gravity, with a train so long one of her cousins had to carry it behind her. Her makeup was better than most super-models so she virtually glowed in light of the church. You were close to panicking as she walked down the aisle, her expression full of love and conviction, and her smile was hypnotic as her father guided her up the steps to the alter...

...to her husband-to-be.

For just a second you wondered if the last six months had been a bad dream, and now you and her were finally actually getting married. But no, you were just the best man, and the woman you loved, your best friend as she was, was getting married to some other rich asshole. You sighed and folded your hands in front of you as the ceremony began.

You and Diane were best friends since kindergarten and you had a crush on her before you even knew what a crush was. That crush grew and grew until you had fallen hopelessly in love with her right before college. Unfortunately, before you got the chance to tell her, her father made her study abroad and you didn't see her again for five years. She returned to the US with a master's degree in environmental science, and a ring on her finger from the man she had fallen in love with in Spain.

Luis.

He was American, but his family was from Spain. They owned a soccer... sorry... _football _team or something, so they were hideously rich. You didn't have a chance against a tall, dark, and handsome Spanish athlete. The worst part was he made sure you didn't forget it.

"If you ever had a chance with her, she's my fiance now," he said to you once.

Diane had gone on and one about how the wedding even lined up perfectly with an unprecedented astronomical event where every planet in the solar system was about to form a perfectly straight line. NASA said that should be impossible, but she took it as a sign that this was meant to be. You thought it was a load of bullshit, but sure enough, last night during the rehearsal all the planets from Mercury to Saturn (since you can't see Uranus or Neptune with the naked eye) formed a nearly straight line pointing right at the church steeple.

Diane had insisted that her best friend, you, would be the best man. Luis reluctantly agreed to switch things around and he chose the maid of honor, his smoking hot sister. Other than that, you knew all of the bridesmaids because they were from yours and Diane's mutual circle of friends.

You'd dated a couple of them while Diane was studying abroad, but you never meant to get into a serious relationship with them. That had hurt one of them, Autumn, the most when she admitted to you that she hoped to be more than your girlfriend. In hindsight... well Autumn was still single, but she made it clear that she wouldn't be anyone's second choice.

The groomsmen on the other hand were all foreigners who you'd never met in your life. So here you were at a ludicrously expensive, over-done wedding as the woman you would have spent your life with married someone else. You'd never been to any real wedding where the minister asked if there were any objections, and this one was no different, so you couldn't even speak up about it.

You tried to be there for Diane, because more than anything else you wanted her to be happy, you just wished that it didn't make you feel like shit. That said you just couldn't bring yourself to be invested in this, so you stopped paying attention when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You looked around to make sure nobody else by the altar was paying attention, and ever so subtly peeked inside your suit's inner pocket.

It was the reminder you had set for the exact countdown of the planetary alignment. The time was now 2:37. NASA had measured the exact locations of every planet in the solar system and they were now, officially, aligned. Truth be told you'd much rather be out doing amateur astronomy than to be in this particular wedding. Anything else really.

However, at that moment as the minister began the sermon, something odd happened. You only noticed it because you were standing up in front of everyone else, and you were close enough to see it. Simultaneously, every single woman in the church... jolted. Diane, her bridesmaids, and the maid of honor all twitched and you swore you noticed a pink flash in their eyes, but it was gone before you could say for certain. Diane seemed to blink in confusion but nothing happened.

Yet.

As it went on though, you realized the ladies were behaving very odd. The bridesmaids were shifting in place, as if they were suddenly uncomfortable and didn't know what to do with their hands, and they kept glancing over at the groomsmen. The groom's sister started breathing very heavy, her eyes dilated, and she caressed her nice, curvy hips. Then to your shock, her hands moved to her pussy and she started petting it through the silk of her dress. Diane wasn't faring much better when they got to the vows. You could tell she was clenching her jaw, her hands were shaking with the bouquet, and just like the maid of honor, her pupils were massive.

Meanwhile out in the congregation, you saw Diane's gorgeous mother rubbing her breasts and she was practically snarling through gritted teeth. The bride's cousins and sister were getting their hands swatted away from their husbands' and boyfriends' crotches, and way in the back some woman was making out with a man sitting next to her. Not gently either, and he was clearly trying to push her away because she was being disruptive.

Luis and the minister also noticed everything happening and the groom leaned over to whisper in his ear. You heard him say that they should skip to the "I do's" and the minister agreed and said this was getting weird.

"Luis?" the minister said, "Do you take this woman to be..."

The women weren't being subtle anymore. The bridesmaids were leering at the groomsmen, and Luis's sister was licking her lips and openly masturbating as she stared at you full of feral, sexual hunger. Diane had dropped the bouquet at her feet and her fists were shaking violently as she was clearly striving and failing to keep control.

"So long as you both-"

"I DO!" Luis shouted.

"Diane?" the minister asked, "Do you take Luis to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Is that it?" Luis asked.

"DIANE?!" the minster shouted as he tried in vain to swat away one of the bridesmaid's hands.

Diane looked around at the mockery of her holy matrimony and said, "I... I..."