Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Twilight reminisced as she walked the path back to Zecora's hut.  It seemed like years since she last took that path, but it was in fact only a couple of weeks before that her whole life changing adventure began.  Her new cutie mark was pretty much all the proof she needed, but the stripes on her arms, legs and flanks suggested more.  That and the new accent she shared now with Opa and Zecora.  It seemed like she was somehow reborn into her role as the Celestial Element of Magic.

Now that Opa was the Celestial Element of Dreams, and Zecora was the Celestial Element of Wisdom, she seemed to be spending more time with them than she did her friends who were the Elements of Harmony, and that bothered her greatly.  She hoped she wouldn't have to give up one set of Elements in order to use the other.

Zecora's hut at last came into view as she strode boldly towards the front door.  She glanced at the various windows to make sure that nopony was looking back at her, and she seemed quite relieved to see none.  But as she was reaching for the knob, she was grabbed from behind.  One hand covered her mouth as another pinned her arms and wings in one fluid motion.

By instinct, she teleported behind her attacker to instantly apply the same hold to them, and that's when she also realized that she was holding Zecora.

"The situation almost doesn't seem fair," said Opa from behind her, "that the Celestial Element of Magic should not be more aware."

She released Zecora as she laughed.  As she expected, Zecora wore naught but a red loincloth and a smile.

"Do you really think it's best," asked Twilight, "to ply me with this kind of test?  With these powers strange and new, I could seriously injure one of you."

Twilight found herself embraced from the front and back at the same time as she was pinned between their arms and their bare breasts.  But still she managed to awkwardly hug Zecora back.

"I apologize for the fuss," said Zecora, "Did you come to see us?"

"Big Macintosh and Jifar wish to plan the wedding best," she replied, "asking that you come to plan at her behest."

"I do not wish to sound blue," she replied, "but what can Opa and I do?"

"Of bridesmaids there is a need," she replied, "and Jifar surely wants you indeed.  The wedding ceremony they wish for me to do, so I'd feel better if I'm there with you."

Zecora glanced at Opa, who merely smiled and nodded.  "Then all we need to know," she replied, "is when do you wish for us to go?"

"Well to Sweet Apple Acres to I now go," Twilight answered, "and if things here are slow?"

But Twilight found herself being dragged inside as the door was closed behind.  As she was brought in, a strange smell filled her nose.  It was like some potpourri or incense she had never smelled before.

"But perchance before we run away," said Opa softly into her ear, "Perhaps a moment for some play?"

"It should surely make you smile," agreed Zecora, "should we play for a while."

"Is this some ploy," asked Twilight, "to make me your toy?"

"While that should fill me with great joy, it is surely not our intent to annoy."

But Twilight found that she was being stripped as the two mares led her over to her bed.  It seemed she would be with the two of them for a while.

"This somehow does not seem fair," observed Twilight, "What is this scent that's in the air?"

"I have taken some of the Diamond Dog's nursing potion," replied Zecora, "and used incense to change the focus of it's motion."

"It increases the senses as you can feel," observed Opa, "but doesn't increase your milk a great deal."

She was feeling more sensitive to everything that brushed against her hide, as well as other... more sensitive parts of her body... as he was touched and caressed by both Opa and Zecora.  They laid her across the bed as they laid on each side of her.

"Now that we have shared our life with you," sighed Opa, "It just seems the natural thing for us to do."

"But there is something I must know," panted Twilight as she was fondled from the front and back at the same time, "Must I let the Elements of Harmony go?"

Opa and Zecora were a bit to busy teasing her to reply.

...

Applejack paused to look at herself in the hall mirror.  It seemed with her new and larger breasts, she could only wear the shirts of her big brother now.  None of her old shirts fit her at all any more.  She also knew she looked a bit... strange with the extra bulges under her shirt, and she knew that a whole bunch of ponies were staring at her every time she went to town.  But at least her favorite hat and her jeans both fit her as well as they always had.

Then she could hear a knock from the front door, so she adjusted her shirt as she said, "I'll get it!"

She got to the door, and opened it to see Twilight, Opa and Zecora.

"Well that was a quick response," she said, "an yer just in time fer supper ta boot!"

"I do not wish to bother you if there's no need," replied Twilight, "to bother you for water and..."

"JIFAR!" she called back towards the kitchen, "Set three more places!  We have some guests fer supper!"

"SUGAR-CUBE!" cried Big Macintosh as he glomped onto Twilight by surprise.  She felt a little smothered by his powerful muscles as she could smell his sweat from lifting weights.  It was the smell she remembered from the first time she had brought the Zebrican refugees to Sweet Apple Acres for the first time, and she found him pumping weights as Applejack watched.  Those big... sweaty... muscles... that made her heart just flutter in her chest.

"Big brother!" interrupted Applejack, "Ya know Granny won't let ya to the dinner table unless ya bathe first!"

"Oh why does little sister need ta make such a..."

"JIFAR!" yelled Applejack, "Big brother needs his bath afore he gits to eat supper!"

Something akin to a runaway train grabbed Big Macintosh and Twilight as it thundered up the stairs.

"Oh honey-buns..." he moaned.

"Why don't ya clean up in the hall bathroom," said Applejack, "Then we can all sit down to supper."

"Has Kimbuala been around as of late?" asked Zecora, "Is Granny Smith feeling great?"

"Oh, she comes by three times a week to keep Granny loose.  She carries on nowadays like she was half her age.  It's such a great thing ta see considerin it ain't no phony tonic this time."

As Opa and Zecora followed Applejack to the bathroom, they could hear two large splashes coming from upstairs, one quickly after the other.

"Ah guess she's in a hurry ta git them both real clean," she said softly, "It is baked apple casserole for tonight's fare."  Lening closer to them, she added, "Between Jifar and big brother, it seems every meal is like setting out food for six ponies instead of the two they are."

"It is good that she can make many things that she can bake," replied Opa, "so that she can make more food than she can take."

"Well since Jifar is cleaning up Twilight and big brother," she said as she left them at the bathroom door, "I guess I has ta help with the serving instead.  Just come ta the table when yer ready."

She turned and headed for the kitchen.