deAngelo Brighton was one of the only ones at the party that knew that the party was actually for a wedding. Fitting, as that is something the Maid of Best Men ought to know.

It was Halloween.

It was Samhain.

It was 3 AM.

And at this point, the music was loud and penetrative. Everyone was in costume. deAngelo was dressed as the white rabbit who had seen better days as his white frizzy hair looked like doll fluff escaping his head. He stood at the door to the back room waiting for the second witness to join him. He looked like a crazed bouncer. But he was rolling with it. Even if he had to decline dancing with an undead Rapunzel, a hijabi Sailor Moon, and a corrupted Angel with blood-stained wings and Harlequin clown makeup. That last one was the hardest as he was so hung in his booty shorts that he coulda been a sexy coat rack with wings.

Talisman, the Best Man of Maids, was dressed in puppy ears, a collar and a chest harness, showing off his new flat chest; the top surgery scars were barely visible as a sexy nurse, a faerie queen, and someone who was dressed as Madonna from the 1980s, took turns slurping jello shots off his twink body.

"Are you quite done?" The earpiece in his ear buzzed with deAngelo's voice.

Talisman chuckled. "Alright, ladies, I need to stretch my legs a spell. Enjoy the party. I'll be back. Especially for you." He said as he leaned in to kiss the taste of the jello from the faerie queen's lips. Then danced his way back to where deAngelo was waiting.

"Relax, I'm not that late. Are they even here yet?"

"Should be. The Pope too," deAngelo said then looked Talisman up and down a moment, heat in his gaze. "You look good, I hate to have cut your fun short, but they wanted it done during the witching hour."

"I know. The party is going till dawn. I have time to go back to it, once it's over."

"You do, but I thought you wanted to come home with me tonight"

"I can't have a little fun before that?"

"I didn't say that, I just want you sober when you're in my bed."

"Oh is that a rule?"

"Yes. In fact, it is. I want you to remember your time with me, not have it hazed in a blur of just some after-party fun"

Talisman looked at deAngelo and bit his lower lip. "C'mon, we got a wedding to witness"

And he opened the door to the back room and went inside. Watching his ass as he walked in after him, deAngelo took a deep breath as the door closed behind them. The sound of the music dimmed significantly as they walked down the low-lit hall to a second set of doors. They had someone dressed as C3PO playing Bouncer.

"You two are the witnesses, I suspect?"

"Maid of Best Men, deAngelo Brighton."

"Best Man of Maids, Talisman Hotchkiss"

C3PO checked his phone, to see that those were indeed the names on the list. "Splendid, in you go" he opened the door like an awkward butler, and the two of them went inside. The two brides were there waiting.

One of them was a 4'7" tall pirate with a tricorn hat over short pink hair that was bobbed and framed her brown face beautifully. Her flat bosom, valiantly showed off its cleavage in a low-cut frilly top, and her leather mini skirt matched her flat, knee-high, leather boots. The glittery pink nail polish matched her pink hair. She looked up as the two witnesses entered the room.

"About time!" she drawled in her Southern accent.

Her betrothed lifted her head at the sound of her voice, and she sat forward in the chair she was sitting in.

"Good, you're here. Now we just gotta wait for the Pope to come back from the bathroom," Her voice was husky, sultry, like a late-night radio host. She was dressed in what could only be described as a variation of Morticia Addams remixed with Ursula from the Little Mermaid. And she was well over six foot tall, probably somewhere over seven foot tall in all actuality. The animatronic tentacles of her dress moved and it made deAngelo gasp.

"Shit, I forgot your dress... was alive." He mumbled. Trying to use humor to mask his fear only succeeded in summoning the tall bride's disturbingly cryptid grin. "I'm the Horror, if someone didn't have a fright from my dress, then I would have taken it personally."

"I thought you were going for spiders, what made you change your mind and go for tentacles?"

"She was set on being a swashbuckling pirate. I wanted to match at least a little."

Said pirate was popping her gum and idly scrolling on her phone when she felt everyone staring at her, she looked up with big doe eyes, vacant and green. "What?"

"Isn't she so adorable?" the tall bride swooned. And that earned a giggle.

"No, you're adorable. Adorably horrifying."

The lustful inhale of breath, in response, became a low growl. "The Pope needs to hurry up, I need to consummate you... if you keep being so cute, I may not be able to wait. I won't be able to help myself. "

"I'm chronically cute, sorry not sorry. You're about to have a life sentence of this cuteness, you better be ready for it. Cos there are no backsies allowed."

"I am looking forward to corrupting you."

Biting her lip, that led to a pout of impatience. "I'm gonna bury my face in between your legs."

"Not if I bury mine in yours first."

Abruptly or maybe aptly, the Pope entered the room, dressed as the Fifth Doctor of Gallifrey complete with the celery on the lapel. "Sorry, am I fashionably late?" she beamed, and adjusted her big round glasses upon her nose.

"I couldn't get the contacts to work with me, so you're stuck with a slightly inaccurate costume, otherwise I couldn't read the notes for the ceremony. Everyone is here, yes?" she greeted as she shuffled over to the podium, her suit pants too long and she kept nearly tripping over them.

"We were waiting for you, so now, yes everyone is here."

"Spectacular. Is everyone ready?"

The two brides looked at each other.

"Yes," the smaller one said.

"Yes," the taller one echoed.

"Alright, let's get you two married!"

The two brides went to stand before the podium and one witness went to stand on either side of them, Talisman by one bride and deAngelo by the other.

"At the Witching Hour this Samhain Night, We gather here in this humble company to join the souls of Abital Godiva Ahsan" the Pope glanced at the taller bride, "And Cienna Khadijah Elston" she glanced at the shorter bride, "In Chosen Commitment And Love."

The two brides looked at each other smiling then returned their attention to the Pope.

"I have been given the collaboratively written vows to recite, and once you affirm these vows, you will seal your union in the manner of your choosing to be witnessed by the witnesses present, which are..." the Pope looked at one witness.

"Talisman Hotchkiss, Best Man of Maids."

"Maid of Best Men, deAngelo Brighton."

"After the named witnesses have seen the union sealed, and the document of legality which I have here, is signed, they will be permitted to leave and the wed will be free to live their lives as a married couple. Now, if there are no objections? I will proceed with the vows."

Glancing at one another, no one objecting, Abital grinned, "By all means, Proceed!"

"In the chaos of this dystopian world, it can be frightening to walk it alone. So finding love as you two have, is something to be protected, and valued. Because you have found what some never find, in any vein of search. That is the Benevolent Surveillance of Your Soul. So in the Balance that you both represent and provide for each other - the Horror and the Comedy. Do you so affirm to be the Surveillance of Her Soul For as long as Consent is Given to do so?"

"I do," Abital and Cienna answered in unison.

"Then I, Pope Delicious Aloysius the Fifth of the First Fnord Discordian Disciples of Chaos, now pronounce you committed in love and life. So In the name of Loki, Eris and those in kind that protect you and yours and well as me and mine, you may now Seal your Union Before the Consenting Witnesses As You See Fit. What is the method of Seal you have chosen?"

"Orgasm," the brides said in unison.

"Do those present consent to witness this chosen act of union?"

"I consent and will gladly witness," deAngelo stated.

"I wholeheartedly consent and will very gladly witness," Talisman said with a smirk.

"Consent is Active and Given, Begin the act of Sealment," the Pope said.

Abital grinned and then grabbed Cienna's by the shirt, lifted her up to eye level. Slowly walked her over to the wall and pinned her there, before roughly pulling her panties down and shoving the leather skirt up her taut tummy. A deep primal inhale of Cienna's flesh before, raising her eyes up her body, as Cienna looked down at her, Abital then licked her slit open with her wide tongue and Cienna shuddered and closed her eyes, her legs wrapping around Abital's neck.

Talisman and deAngelo stood next to the Pope and watched. The Pope was scrolling on her phone, but the other two were watching, riveted. "Oh my god..." deAngelo whispered to himself.

"I know, right..." Talisman whispered back.

The Pope glanced up at them and then went back to her phone.

Cienna was approaching her apex quickly, her face puckered into a pout as she panted and writhed against Abital's mouth, grinding on her tongue, back arching against the wall that her shirt rose up so her small, perky titties were exposed - her dark nipples got hard as the open air hit them. Abital growled as she ate the climax out of her wife, the scream squeaked out of Cienna as her legs went rigid and shook.

Drool and juices dripped down Abital's chin and down her neck and into her cleavage. She kissed her way up Cienna's tummy and sucked one nipple then the next. Their eyes met as the nipple popped out of Abital's mouth. Cienna's breath was still heavy then she gave her wife a defiant look, " Just one orgasm? That's all I get?"

"I need you awake to return the favor, you'll have more for the honeymoon."

"How I'm gonna reach your clit all the way up here?"

Abital chuckled and then slowly set Cienna back down on her feet. Cienna parted those tentacles and the dark, layered skirts and Abital threw a hand up to brace against the wall, as Cienna began to feast on her cunt.

There were enthusiastic growling noises from Cienna as she ate her wife out. Abital spread her legs apart further and placed the other hand on the wall also. Swearing in some other language, over and over, before there was the sound of her squirting and Cienna cough-giggling.

"Yummy!" Cienna beamed, her face shiny, and her hat somewhere on the floor once she exited those skirts, her pink fluffy hair was all over the place.

Looking down at her wife, Abital tried to catch her breath. "You've been holding out on me, never brought me that quick before."

"You have been pent up all day. Probably part of it."

"Yes, probably."

"If the marriage is sealed, sign the documents and we can all be on our way."

Talisman looked over at deAngelo, who looked very hot and bothered.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah."

"You gonna be safe to get home?"

"Are you still going to come home with me tonight?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm hoping I can last a while for you though...."

Talisman grinned. "I'm sure I can help with that."

"Let's sign the paper, then we can get out of here."

"So you can pin me to a surface?"

Something dark and promising glinted in deAngelo's eyes. "Something like that. It is Halloween after all."

"That it is."

"I have some chocolate fudge and strawberry ice cream, we can test out your new nipples."

"My chest is your platter."

"Just your chest?"

"Well, the first few courses, at least, but dessert is definitely below the belt. You know how to save room for dessert, don't you?"

"Yes." DeAngelo grinned. "I do."