As the grand wedding doors slowly creak open, warm golden light spills across the aisle like a spotlight meant only for you. The guests fade into a quiet blur. All you see is him, your husband, waiting at the altar like a diamond centerpiece.

He stands proud, towering, unmoving, an immobile monument of muscle, fur, and fabulousness. A brown anthro wolf with muscles so inflated they strain even against stillness. He sheer, opulent wedding dress glimmers under the overhead light, clinging and flowing around his herculean frame like a mix of mist and marble. Glittering floral embroidery dances over broad shoulders and a flat, cut stomach, but nothing hides the bushy overgrowth of snowy white fur erupting proudly from his chest, arms, and pits.

A thick jockstrap holds what could never be modest. A shining dog harness wraps around he torso, and a chokingly tight gem-studded collar hugging his thick neck. His heavy bouquet of rich-colored flowers bounces slightly with each gleeful twitch of anticipation. Despite being muscle-bound blimp of muscles, every part of his presence is lively with attitude.

He sees you.

"And I oop," his expression blooms.

A big, wide smirk stretches across his bearded muzzle. His eyes sparkle with pride and campy delight. His voice, rich and deep like thunder through velvet, rolls out over the hush:

“Well hell-ooo, my wonderous honey. Look at you!” His tail wags, his eyes sweep you from head to toe with exaggerated flair and slow appreciation.

“You really here to claim me as yours.” He lets out a laugh, chest shaking, dress shimmering from the motion. He arms flex, intentionally, as though showing off just enough to remind you of what you’re about to marry.

With an affectionate growl, he leans as close as his hulking frame will allow.

“I’m everything your everything today,” he rumbles.

“A beast, a bride, and your big, bushy forever.”