Chapter #6Hippo by: Unknown Weddings.
I haven’t been to many in my life, so far. I’ve only been to one other wedding when I was three, according to my dad.
Speaking of my dad, he just so happened to be the groom at this wedding, and I, having just turned eighteen, was just old enough to be a groomsman. I stood with the other groomsmen, who were all at least twice my age, and I could hear them whispering amongst themselves.
“Man, Calvin’s one lucky bastard, ain’t he?”
“For sure. He’s got himself quite the catch there.”
“Her sister’s pretty good looking, too. I wonder if I have a chance with her.”
I rolled my eyes at that last comment. They were right, though; my dad was lucky. Hell, saying that he was lucky would be the understatement of the year.
I mean, how many human men can say that they were going to marry an anthro queen?
Not just any Anthro Queen, but Queen Oriana! From what I had heard, many a suitor have tried to woo her and earn her hand in marriage, only for it to be all for naught. Who would’ve thought that my father, a small-time business manager from New York City, would be the one that she would end up marrying?
Queen Oriana was the high ruling matriarchal figure of the Anthro world. She ruled over several duchies, principalities, earldoms and even a few republics, but they all bowed to her. She was a hippo, a very large hippo, as well as the rest of her family, but she was a only a couple feet taller then my father. Her real bigness lies in her girth. Like all hippo’s she was fat, with a large, reddish pink potbelly that laid rest to two bulbous orbs of breast flesh. Large, childbearing hips and thighs brushed up against each other as they supported the Queen well endowed rear end.
She was a stunning beauty, and your father agreed.
The minister looked at my father and asked “Do you, Calvin Summers, take this Hippopotamus, Queen Oriana, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
My dad smiled and said “I do.”
The minister then turned to Oriana and asked “Do you, Queen Oriana, take this man, Calvin Summers, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
The Queen gazed into Dad’s eyes and said “I do.”
“The bride and groom have written their own vows, which they shall read to each other now,” announced the minister.
Oriana took out her vows and read them first, as per the tradition of standard Anthro weddings.
“Calvin, in all my years, I’ve never felt the kind of love that I feel for you. There was something special about you, something you did that no other man or Anthro had ever done: you treated me like a normal person. Yes, you did spoil me every now and then, but you never saw me as Queen Oriana. You saw me as just Oriana. You didn’t care that I was a Queen; you simply loved me for who I was behind all the grandeur. The month that I spent in the human world when I first met you was the best month of my life, and you turned what was supposed to be a boring political trip into an incredible experience. As we continued to keep contact, and as our friendship blossomed into a romance, you became someone that I could be myself around, and eventually someone that I wanted to spend every waking moment with. You’ve brought a special kind of joy to my life, and as we stand here today, I want to tell you, in front of every person and Anthro here, that I love you with all my heart, and that you mean the world to me.”
I could hear the bridesmaids sniffling and holding back tears, especially Better, one of Oriana’s daughters and the one that walked with me down the aisle when the ceremony began. While she seemed nice, I haven’t gotten the time to really get to know her yet. And all the while we walked she kept ‘accidentally’ bumping into me with her generous rear. I could have sworn she winked a few times too.
Plus, she was supposed to be my Sister now...so there’s that.
It was then Dad’s turn to read his vows, and he cleared his throat before he began.
“Oriana, I first want to tell you how incredibly lucky I am to have met you. In fact, ‘lucky’ doesn’t even begin to describe my fortune. A better word to describe it would be ‘blessed’. I’m blessed that we got to know each other. I’m blessed that our relationship has grown despite our distance, and I’m blessed to be standing at this altar with you. You brought a spark to my life that I had been missing for years, and there are just so many things that I love about you. I love how you can be calm and reserved at one moment, then goofy and mischievous the next. I love how you put others before yourself, making sure that the ones you love are always happy, but most of all, I love the fact that you found something about me that made you feel all the things that I feel for you and more. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you, and I will be nothing but the best husband to you.”
The audience aww’ed and sniffled, and as Dad and Oriana exchanged their rings, a smile grew on my face. I was incredibly happy for Dad. He had finally found someone to love after being alone for six years. He deserved to be happy with a good, loving wife by his side, and I was certain that Oriana would be just that. Things were only looking up for him, so why…
Why…
Why was there a part of me that felt mad at this whole situation?
Granted, this was a big change, and all, but I said that I was willing to face that change for the sake of my Dad’s happiness. Who was I to deny him that?
Not only that, but I had no personal issues with Oriana, either. She was a very nice lady, and she never once treated me in a way that would be considered bad, or even questionable. I actually found her to be a fun individual to be around. She was, in essence, the perfect women. Or Anthro. Or hippo.
That feeling of discontent still gnawed at me, like it did since the day Dad told me that he proposed.
So I did what I always did whenever I felt as though a part of me was uneasy. I imagined that I was talking to that part of myself in order to find out why it felt that way.
Why do I feel a little mad that Dad’s getting married?”
“Why SHOULDN’T I feel mad?”
“Well for one, Dad’s finally found someone that he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Ever since Mom died, he’s lacked companionship. Sure, he lived every day like he did normally, but he was still lonely.”
“Bullshit! How could he have been lonely when he had his son to keep him company? I was his best friend, and he loved to spend time with me. He was happy!”
“That may be true, but I’m about to leave for college in less than a year. Who’s he going to have then? Dad was lucky enough to find someone that he had a connection with, and now he won’t be all by himself when I inevitably move out.”
“But he didn’t even think about me! He didn’t give a single thought to how I would feel, or how this decision would’ve affected me!”
“That’s far from true, and I know it. Dad always thought about me and my feelings.”
It was not exaggeration either. When Dad started dating Oriana, he told me straight up that he wouldn’t continue the relationship if she didn’t like me, because, in his words:
I can’t be in a relationship with someone that mistreats my son.”
Dad would always ask me how I felt about his relationship with Orina, and he’s even let me tag along sometimes when he went out with her.
If that wasn’t proof of how much he cared, I didn’t know what was
After explaining this to myself, I went even further. “Several months ago, he even asked me how I would feel if he ever decided to get married again, and I told him that I wouldn’t have any problem with it.”
“I didn’t think that I was practically giving him the OK to propose the very next week!”
“My answer still wouldn’t have been different otherwise.”
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