Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

After a quick shower and the attendant shower sex, Big Mac found that Jifar had already rushed to bed ahead of him for round two of that night.  If he wasn't such a stud, he might not have been able to keep up with her appetites.  After all, the sex they just had against the shower stall wall was... steamy.  But watching him mate with the bitch agent made her all kinds of hot and wanton.  And he just couldn't get enough of her broad motherly hips and her extraordinary breasts matched only by Celestia and the Queen of Ponyville, Sombrarity.  He was going to be lucky to get any sleep at all that night, and it was fortunate that the meeting with Mister Gold Talon wasn't until the next evening.

But her spread legs, her broad smile, and her boobs that jiggled when she breathed told him all he needed to know.  So he climbed onto the bed, slipped up over his wife, and kissed her on the lips as he slipped his erection into her mareslit.  Even though he was using both hands to support himself on the bed, he could still feel Jifar's mammoth breasts against his chest.  And he could never get enough of her amazing purple tongue.  She wrapped her legs about his flanks and used them to drive him even harder and faster into her.

He also knew enough to know that without powerful magical intervention, he would never bear a child with Jifar.  The differences between the two species were too great to even make a mule-like hybrid.  They would just have to hope for a child with Twilight, or perhaps adopt from either Equestria or Zebrica.  It only seemed like a minor matter to two souls who were so deeply in love from the first sight.  His mind drifted back to the first moment he saw her while he was pumping iron, and how impressed he was at how easily she moved the weights that were bordering on his bench press limits.

The two traded climaxes all night until they had at least three more each before he finally just collapsed on top of her and fell asleep.  She snuggled him close as she soon followed him.

...

The Shaman gazed into his crystal ball as he observed the nightly events in the new dog village.  He didn't like how many players were trying to muscle in on his action there.  There was the separatist dog movement trying to undermine his influence.  A big beaked griffon thinking he could just move in and buy up all the extra bitches he might one day need to make new warriors and miners.  A secret griffon organization working to undermine him.  Then there was the agent of the Queen of Ponyville and the Princess Celestia of Equestria.  There was a fragile understanding between them at the moment, but he was old enough and wise enough to know that could change at any time.  Any of them could cause trouble at any time, and he didn't like trouble.

About then, a rather attractive bitch came in and knelt before him.  He could tell by her teats that she had been nursing pups lately, but couldn't tell if the pups were hers or she was just hopped up on nursing potion.  Perhaps if he was a hundred years younger...

"Speak," he said as she obediently awaited his permission.

"Our spy in the dog village has sent a report," she replied, "They say that they have more information on the one called Gold Talon."

"Go on," he continued.

"He has been reported as an international trader of beer, grain, gold and sex slaves."

"I already knew dat, sweet teats."

"He may have designs on our gold reserves, great and powerful Shaman."

"Oh does he now?"

"He is suspected of gold theft and smuggling in various countries," she added, "but apparently this is his first venture into Equestria."

"Say, why ain't that useless sire of yers here to tell me this himself?"

"He labors endlessly to advance the Diamond Dog cause, Master," she whimpered as she grovelled.

"That joik told ya ta say that, didn't he?" he grumbled, "Ya ain't that gooda liar, sweet teats.  But don't worry yer pretty little head.  I ain't gonna punish you fer his slacking.  Now get yourself back to nursing."

She respectively backed out of the room on her hands and knees until she was well outside.  He glanced down at the tracks she left in the shallow sand that covered his floor.  He loved being so respected and feared.

...

It was a fine morning for Go Fish, thought Gold Talon as he looked at his cards.  He was up 8 books to none for his opponent, and once again he had the gold in his favor.  Of course, he was at a severe advantage.  He had a bug in his ear.

"He has one King of Spears, one Jack of Clovers, one ten of Spears, and a pair of threes:  one in Gems and the other in Red Eye," said his spy into his ear.  She had a sweet voice that he really like to listen to.

"Are you ready to concede this game, Silver Quill?" he asked of the Hippogriff sitting across from him.

"Never," he replied, "Your lucky streak can't last forever."

"You're right," he said with a smirk, "My streak has only lasted... four days.  It could turn around at any time.  By the way friend, give me your Threes."

He blinked and almost cursed as he slapped down his Threes.  Gold Talon picked them up and slapped down a Book of Threes.

"You're so lucky!" he said as he dropped another hundred Gold Talon Coins onto the already impressive pile sitting by him.

"I guess so," he replied.

"You're so getting a bad review," he muttered under his breath.

"It's just a friendly game, my friend," he said smoothly.

He looked at Gold Talon's books and said, "Give me your Fives."

"Go Fish."

He drew another card.

"He's drawn the King of Gems," purred the voice in his ear.

"Give me your Kings," he said with a smirk.

Silver Quill growled as he slapped down his Kings, and Gold Talon snatched them up to slap down another Book.  Another pile of gold was added.

"Oh look," he said, "You get the last Book."  He placed his last cards on the table, and then smiled as he slid a small pile of gold back to the Hippogriff.  "Same time tomorrow?"

"Oh, you can count on it!"

Silver got up fast and stalked away from the table.  He gave the nod to his 'agent' that she was finished for the day.  She could get on with other matters.  He knew what room she had, and how eager she would be to please him later that night (like she had the three previous nights).

...

Big Mac awoke the next day to the peacefully slumbering face of his Jifar.  He carefully climbed off her as to not wake her, and then slipped into the shower.  A glance out the bathroom window told him it was about noon by the time he was done.  He gazed longingly at her glorious body as he snuck from the room.

"Clean your room sir?" asked the griffoniness maid as she pushed the cart by.

He glanced up and realized it was Agent GG in disguise.

"E-yup," he said softly, "and keep an eye an all on mah sweetums while yer at it."

She nodded as he let her cart and all into the room.  He looked up and down the hall to make sure nopony was watching, and he saw none.  Then he straightened his lapels before he went on his way.  After all, he had a dragon to meet.

"Oddball," said a familiar voice, "Tell me the package is ready for delivery."

He stepped up to the window to see Gold Talon talking to a really large and muscular griffon wearing a bowler hat.  The one he assumed was Oddball simply nodded back.

"Excellent," he replied, "Make sure it's ready for delivery.  After all, we should really mine our own business."

He ducked back when he saw Oddball starting to turn his head in his direction.  Continuing on his way, he made it to the open cafeteria style dining room where is was expecting to meet his contact.  He had to be careful about his comments in public, but he weaved his way to a seat with its back to Agent S-D.

"Got anythin?" he asked without looking.

"Don't look," he replied, "but reach down between your legs.  There's something there for you.  A note inside will explain everything."

He reached down to grab an odd ink pen from him.  Something with a fine wooden case and gold finishings.  Taking it up, he quietly slipped it into one of his pants pockets before standing up and wandering over to the service line.  Spike stood and walked out, so he figured that's all he needed to do right now.  He loaded his tray with baked apples, apple tarts, apple strudel and a tall cool glass of apple juice.  He was a big eater, after all.

...

Jifar awoke to some strange feelings.  There was something in her mouth that was large, round and rubber.  It was strapped about her head.  But when she tried to take it off, she realized that her arms were bound tightly behind her back.  Her legs were tied crosswise so that she could close them, or shield her mareslit in any way.  But she was limited by the fact she was blindfolded, although she was aware that somepony was laying next to her.  There was a beak nibbling at her earlobe.  She began to squirm and struggle as she tried to get loose, but she was so well tied that she could hardly move in any direction.  Then she realized that there was something long tied to her legs that went right up into her maregina, and it was vibrating strongly inside her.  A large plug was in her butt hole as well.

"Mmmppphhh," she protested into the gag, "MMMPPPHHH!"

A pair of taloned fingers began to stroke and tug at her erect clit, making her tingle all over.  It made her arch her back as she was driven closer to orgasm, and yet she realized at the same time that somepony had also tied her motherly tits together so that they wouldn't roll to the sides of her chest.  She wondered how long she had been like this, as she was already feeling her pussy hot and dripping wet.

The nibbling stopped as she felt a gently breeze into her ear, which made her ear flap as well as her whole body shiver.  Yet she rolled her head further away, giving her unknown assailant even easier access to her ear.  The beak resumed nibbling at her earlobe.

Persistent stroking of her clit was driving her crazy inspite of her wishes to the contrary.  Her clit was larger than most ponies mainly by the fact that she was just so much larger than most mares, so her clit felt large in comparison.  With the juices from her own pussy, the talons just slipped and slided over it while still giving it a firm stroking.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, "Mmmm..."  She found that she was slowly losing her will to resist cumming.  Her body was at the mercy of her unknown assailant.  But thoughts of Big Mac made her marshal her thoughts and renew her struggle to break loose.  She flexed her arms and legs hard even as she bent her back almost to what felt like a breaking point.

But the beak shushed her as it blew in her ear.  Then talons stroked her forehead softly and her clit even more firmly.  It made her slow down when she realized that she was going into a hard long orgasm.  She could almost feel her juices squirting from her mareslit onto the bed below.  Tugging on her clitoris stretched her climax from one minute to the next.

Then the assailant snuggled against her, and she felt breasts against her side.  The unknown agent was a griffoniness.  A rubber tube was forced into the back of her mouth, and she felt some kind of fluid being poured down it.  It was back far enough that there was no way to avoid having all of it wind up in the giraffe's stomach.  The fluid stream lasted for a long while before it stopped and the tube was removed.

Her breasts began to tingle, and then her nipples hardened even as she felt them loading up with milk.  Minutes passed as they grew heavier and heavier, and yet the bound boobs were still unable to part.  It seemed like a minute before her nips were iron hard cones, and then she felt the beak begin nursing on one of them even as her tongue teased it.  Milk gushed into the beak as the nipple was suckled in a bird-like way.

And she flashed back to the mines when her engorged breasts where nursed by hungry pups until she climaxed repeatedly, even though the poor pups never had an idea how they were affecting her.  They were totally innocent.

She was snapped back to the present when the beak gave her nipple a sharp squeeze and tug.

...

After eating, Big Macintosh went off to the bathroom.  He locked himself in a stall before opening the pen and withdrawing the note from within.

The gold bar has been sent to the front desk instead of to your room, but about this pen.  It had black ink that flows whenever the tip is pressed down.  We're not sure if it even needs refills.  It should also magically improve your handwriting.  Twisting the pen at the tip once turns it to "invisible ink", and another twist turns it back.  The message only appears when soaked in water bearing sea salt.  Twisting it in the other direction two full turns activates a magical tracking signal, and we shall send the cavalry to wherever you might be.  ONLY USE THIS IN A DIRE EMERGENCY.  Furthermore, the pen has a single knock-out dart loaded alongside the quill.  To fire it, just put it in you mouth like a cigar and bite down.  Leave the clip facing upwards as your sights.  Lastly, the quill is an armor piercing tip which can split steel, so it can be used as a weapon of the last resort.  If you read as fast as I think, then this note will self-destruct in 5 seconds.

He flushed the note down the toilet and quickly stepped out.  Straightening his tie, he quickly went out before there was a thump under the floor.

"Oh sorry," said the keythong in the next stall, "I gotta lay of those refried beans."

He smiled as he stepped into the hall.  While he was sorely tempted to go back to his room for a quickie with Jifar, he figured he would let her sleep in today.  Besides, there wasn't much time left before his meeting with Gold Talon.  He rushed off to the front desk to gather the gold bar (hopefully discreetly wrapped) that was left for him there.