Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

After sorting out the little mess with the KGB agents, Big Macintosh was able to settle down for a private moment with Jifar.  Before they returned to their disguises as hotel staff, they left behind a file about Gold Talon for them to read later... and then destroy in the waste basket with some matches they left behind.  She fondly sat crosswise in his lap as he looked over one sheet after another.

"This Gold Talon fella sure is inta collectin stuff," he mused as he looked over the pages within the file, "Gold, silver, gems, jewels, beer, ale, wine, dames, griffoninesses, mares, bitches... a whole messa stuff.  I hope he has no designs on you, sweetums."

"Kidnapping me would be a bad thing to do," she replied, "as he may well have bitten off more than he can chew."

"Ah'm shore ya right," he replied as he stroked her knee with his fingertips, "Ah jus hope those KGB-type agents are bein on the level with us."

"She's out for revenge as I can see," she said, "I hope you never take that path for me."

"If somethin happened to ya, sweetums," he answered as he stroked her neck, "I couldn't promise nuthin."

"That would surely fill me with fear," she replied, "Bad sounds to my ears I hear."  She nodded her head towards the other closet.  He looked at the door and just wondered how many closets one suite would need.

"Honeybuns," he said, "Why don't'cha go see if they have any of that there bubbly stuck away in the kitchen."

She nodded as she got off his lap and made some moderately heavy hooffalls going towards the kitchen.  He slipped closer to the other closet door using her steps to cover the sounds of his movement.  Much to his surprise, two dogs tumbled into the room as soon as he threw the door open.  One a sire and the other a bitch in skin tight black clothing.  He began to wonder if skin tight black clothing was some kind of spy thing.

"Howdy," he said, "I shore hope ya got a real good reason fer hangin out in mah closet like that."

"The shoes?" asked the bitch as she held up a pair of pumps no doubt left there for Jifar's hooves.

"E-nope," he replied as he shook his head.

"Would you believe we're here to rob you blind?" asked the sire.

Jifar cracked her knuckles as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen area.  He shook his head at her as well as the dogs.

"So why are y'all here... seriously."

"We're... part of a separatist movement from the Diamond Dog's home mine."

"Yes," agreed the bitch, "We want to live here like ponies.  Bitches want to have clothes and nice things.  We want to have the right to speak our minds without fear of punishment.  There's more to us than just being puppy mills for warriors and mine workers."

"An y'all think I has somethin ta do with the Shaman?"

"We know you had... an encounter with him," he said.

"That don't make us chummy," he replied, "He even tried to keep meh as a mine slave afore ah helped them revolt in tha first place."

"That... was you?!"

"Ah... had some help... an all."

The dogs grovelled at his feet and began to kiss his hooves.

"Ah... that all ain't necessary... really."

"We owe you so much," he said as he grovelled.

"Well if'n y'all can tell me what kinda stuff the Shaman is up to around these here parts," he said as he lifted them back to their feet, "Ah'm shore we can call us even.  Ah want'ya to remain free fom him as much as y'all do, I promise."

The bitch stepped closer against him as she put her hands about his shoulder and said as she smiled, "I didn't think you'd be... quite so studly..."

"And you should not cover your intentions with a smile," replied Jifar as she grabbed the sire, "You really shouldn't be looking at my darling's file."

"We just wanted to know what the griffons know about the Shaman, and what this Gold Talon might want from him," replied the sire.

But he was busy leaning his head back when the bitch started licking his nose.  He managed to hold her at arms length before she stopped licking.

"It's all right sweetums," he said, "Let them see the file.  Ah'm sure we all can keep secrets here."

So she released him while he quickly began looking over the sheets in the file.

"Ahah," he said as he held up one sheet, "Gold Talon wants to engage the dogs in the slave trade.  He wants to buy as many of our bitches as he can, and apparently from the higher ups back at the Diamond Dog's mine."

"You know, with alla yer gold in that mine," he said, "It seems like a good target for Mister Gold Talon."

"He would buy slaves and rob the dogs?!"

"He does have a reputation fer bein ruthless."

He noticed that the bitch's hand was fumbling at his crotch and pants fly before he grabbed it at the wrist.  She surely was interested in getting into his pants.

"Yer friend her shore is frendly-like," he said as he held her hand up.

"Forgive her," he said, "She used to be a nursing bitch and warrior's playtoy for a few years before she left and came here.  Her womb has born the dogs a few dozen pups as well as all the pups she was made to nurse with the nursing potion.  She's been... conditioned... to be eager to service any male in any way that she can.  I hope... that she can be reconditioned... one of these days."

She pushed him back against the wall as she used her other hand to unbutton his fly and opened his pants.

"Uh... sweetums?!"

"While it can be sad to see," she replied, "I think it's best to let her be."

He blushed as she pulled out his nearly erect cock and she started licking it from the base to the tip.

"Yeah," replied the sire, "Once her conditioning kicks in like that... it's a really bad idea to persuade her she should stop."

They watched as she deep throated his erection with seemingly little trouble.

"Uh... okay," he sighed as she teased him with her tongue, "If'n ya don't mind..."

"I shall blame not either of you," she replied, "so let her do what she's conditioned to do."

"Yer the best," he panted.

"It's kind of embarrassing really," said the sire.

She sucked and swallowed for several minutes before he dumped his load down her throat.  Then she stood up wiping her chin and led him by his cock over to the bed.  She laid over the side of it even as she started pulling down her own skin tight black pants.  It was obvious she had no panties on underneath.

"Please screw me," she begged, "You must."

He glanced at Jifar.  She nodded as the sire chose to look someplace else in the room.  So he gulped hard even as he stuck his throbbing erection into her already hot and damp bitchpussy.  Her legs were spread as far as her lowered pants would allow.  Glancing at Jifar, he noticed her hand was under her skirt, and he figured she had to be fingering herself even as he screwed the pooch.  He figured there was going to be another round of hot shower sex with his wifey later.

"Look..." he said while be banged away at the bitch, "Burn the file in the garbage can.  I don't think either of us really need it anymore."

The sire nodded as he started stuffing paper into the room's can.  He added something clear to the can to make it burn much hotter and faster.

About then, the bitch climaxed shortly before he dumped another load into her vagina.

"Ah'm supposed ta meet with this Gold Talon tomorrow to speak about business," he said as he pulled out of her.  He pulled up her pants even before he fixed his own.

"Then we shall speak again soon, Mister Macintosh," he said as he helped his partner set her clothing right, "I think this one needs a hot shower... heck we both do."

"Ah know," he replied as Jifar ran over and kissed him on the lips hotly.  She pressed him against the wall as the two dogs slipped out after making sure no one was in the hallway.

"You didn't burn the stuff we needed, right?" she asked.

"They're shoved in my pants," he replied, "But letting him mate with you like that... isn't that pretending a bit too much?"

"I wan't pretending as much as I wanted to," she replied softly.

He said nothing further.