Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Big Macintosh was nervous.  He was playing for more gold than he had ever seen in his life.  While he was supposed to be working for Queen Sombrarity and indirectly Princess Celestia, and not even playing with his own money, it was still enough to make a huge difference at Sweet Apple Acres.  But still, he didn't have much confidence in his Griffon Five Claw Poker skills.  So far, he had been betting small and folding early to minimize his losses.  He simply watched as Gold Talon cleaned out one player after another with his own bold playing style.  Finally, it was down to the two of them, and he was sweating.

"Well well, Sir Macintosh," said Gold Talon as he looked over the top of his cards, "It seems it's just down to me and you.  You can still draw up to three new cards before we continue.  Are you sure you don't want to change any cards?"

"Ah'm good."

"Then this shall be the last hand for you," he replied as he pushed all of his chips into the center, "You have to meet my bet or lose."

"Actually," said the Dealer, about the only griffoniness he had seen elegantly dressed in the whole room, "He simply has to go all in."

"Then count meh in," he said as he pushed in all of his chips.

Gold Talon laid down his cards as he said, "I have three Monarchs and two wild Jesters for a total of Five of a Kind.  What have you?"

He laid down his cards just as the keythong was about to reach for the pile of chips.

"What?!  You beat me with Royal Flush in Spears?!" he blurted out, then he narrowed his eyes as he said, "Well played, Sir Macintosh.  I see your strategy now.  Pretending to not know what you're doing.  Betting small and folding early to make the other players underestimate you while you waited for me to clean them out.  Sweating and acting nervous whenever you had a bad hand as if you had a lousy poker face.  Then you clean me out when I least expect it.  A brilliant strategy, good sir."

Actually, Big Macintosh didn't know what he was doing.  It was pretty much dumb luck that let him win, and he didn't even know it until Gold Talon said so.  There was no brilliant strategy.

He waved over a nude griffoniness with an empty tray as he said, "It's time to cash out the winner here so we can get onto business." He looked at Big Macontosh as he said, "Of course, they'll have to give you a receipt that you can cash in after they've tallied the days earnings.  I hope you don't mind not taking your gold right away."

"It all works fine fer me," he replied as she started sweeping all of his chips onto her tray waving her modest firm breasts in both of their faces as she stood between the two of them.  He noticed that her head, breast and wing feathers were pitch black while her other feathers were deep brown.  He picked up a large chip and tucked it in a slot in the back (where he figured tips went) as he said, "A little somethin fer yer troubles, sugar-cube."

Gold Talon raised an eyebrow at that, but made no comment as they both watched her retreating wiggling butt and her waving tail with three gold rings at the end just before the lionesque tuft of fur.

"So tell me what makes you tick.  What are your plans?"

He figured he should say something big, so he leaned closer as he said, "Ah'm planning to git mahself enough gold ta buy out every apple farm in Equestria."  He hoped that sounded more impressive than it did to him.

"Ah," the griffon replied, "Cornering the market on the domestic apple production so you can set all of the prices and reap all of the profits.  Very sound strategy."

He nodded.

"I myself took over the market for mushroom production, expanded into domestic grains, and then took over all beer production in the Griffon Kingdom.  If there's one thing griffon's must have, it's their beer.  Law dictates it must be made from the best water and purest ingredients, after all.  Soon I shall take over the matter of all domestic wine and ale production as well."

He nodded even though he didn't quite understand everything Gold Talon had just said.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here in a village of dogs?" he asked, "I'll tell you.  I see much potential here, Sir Macintosh.  There's a vast potential for wealth to be made here.  A mine largely untapped by the dogs that run it.  A cheap supply of timid and obedient bitches.  And we're not that far from a Princess of Equestria and the Capital that lays beyond.  The place where the big Princesses reside and rule."

He nodded again.  Those things he could understand very well.

"As a Knight of the Realm," he continued, "You can help me gain a foothold here in many ways.  I can promise you much gold and treasure in return for your cooperation.  A win-win situation as I see it."

He paused to look across the room at something over Big Macintosh's shoulder.  "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that."

Big Mac turned about to see that Jifar was on the stage as naked as any mare, and taking to the center pole.  Her breasts and flanks alone dominated the stage, let alone her exotic hide, her size, and her wagging tail.  It seemed natural that when she hugged the pole, one breast settled on each side of it.  She leaned against the pole with her head on one side as she looked her loving hubby in the eyes.

"That's mah sweetums," he said, "She does a whole messa stuff fer me."

"Truly an exotic delight you have there."

She spun about the pole several times so all of her assets could be seen clearly.  A few coins were tossed at her hooves.  Then she climbed the pole almost all the way, gripped the pole with her legs, and then flipped over so that her boobs were in her face.  She used her hands to spin about the pole a few more times.  More coins were tossed at her pole.  Then she surprised them all by releasing the pole and walking to the edge of the stage on her hands.  He noticed that in spite of her size and her shape, she seemed to maintain her balance with ease.  More coins were tossed at her.  Even the other mares performing on stage had stopped to stare at the show the giraffe was putting on.  She laid to her side without falling over, and then lifted her upper leg bent at the knee so that her goods, all of them, were on full display to all the males transfixed on her.  A small shower of gold coin was tossed at her.  She smiled as she propped her head up with her hand as her elbow rested on the stage.  Then with a twist and turn, she was on her hands and knees looking away from the audience.  Her legs were spread wide and her tail wagged high.  Now her nether region was as plain to see as anypony could imagine.  She bobbed up and down as if some invisible stallion was mating with her.  More coin was tossed.

Gold Talon waved over one of his keythong minions and said, "Toss a gold bar up there for the giraffe.  She really knows how to put on a show."

She rolled onto her back as her butt and hips continued to bounce up and down.  A gold bar was tossed up along with all of the gold coin thrown in her direction.  Then the song ended, and the mares began to sweep up the coins before leaving the stage.  But Jifar boldly hopped off the stage to the amazement of all, strode across the room with her swaying walk, and promptly sat down right on Big Macintosh's lap.  Then she draped her arms about his neck even as she was stared at, and then planted a big wet kiss on his lips.  He returned the favor by putting his arms about her waist as he shared her passion.  It seemed that every pair of eyes in the room were now fixated on the two of them.  Then the kiss ended.

"Now sweetums," he said, "Ya should go back and fetch yer clothes now.  They might get just a mite upset if ya stayed like this all evening."

"No we wouldn't," said a random keythong before his buddy popped him in the side with his elbow.

She simply smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and strode back to the stage as if she owned the place.  Then she pulled herself onto the stage, paused while they all stared at her round and firm flanks again, and vanished into the back to the hoots and hollers of the watchers on the floor around him.

"Mah sweetum will do anythin I ask her," he said to Gold Talon with a grin.

"Perhaps I should have a few of those Zebrican women added to my... collection."

"Actually," he said with a huge grin, "She jus came ta me one day."

"I see."  He leaned closer and said, "But there is something I don't quite understand."

He leaned closer.

"The nearby village has it's own Queen," he said, "but the nation is run by two Princesses.  Another Princess runs the Crystal Empire.  And another Princess lives in Ponyville with no apparent duties."

"A-yup."

"And you think this is... perfectly normal?"

"A-yup."

"I see," he said as he scratched his gold beak with his gold talon, "Most curious.  I'd love to spend the rest of the evening with you, but other matters are demanding my attention."  He offered the red Earth pony a key with a numbered tag made of solid silver.  "Come to my spare room tomorrow after the sun sets and we shall discus... more important matters."

He nodded as he took the key and pocketed it.  Then Gold Talon stood, shook his hand, and then walked away.