Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Jifar resumed her struggles to escape once her attacker turned their attention elsewhere.  With her eyes covered, she used her ears and nose to tell her that there was two more in the room with her.  They didn't smell like ponies, but smelled enough alike to be fairly sure they were both griffons.  But only one was moving.  The other sounded as if they were tied down in some way as well.  The muffled sounds and smells indicated that perhaps whoever they were might well be in a bind like her own.  The sound of ropes against flesh was rather clear.

Then the phone rang, and somepony picked up from next to the bed.  While they never spoke, she could hear the voice on the other side well enough to tell that it was deep and male.  Unfortunately, the accent was thick and she couldn't hear every word clearly.  The few words and phrases she did catch, such as "Big Macintosh", "gold" and "prisoner" were enough to make her quite nervous.  Then the phone was hung up.

Much to her surprise, she felt something sharp like a claw pierce her earlobe, felt blood being cleaned from it, and then something cold and metal being inserted through the just created hole.  Something was tightened until she almost felt like something was binding the soft tissue in her earlobe.  A few seconds later, the process was repeated with the other ear.  The attacker's body rubbed against her at times before it pulled away.

A few minutes passed as something was fussed with nearby.  She could hear the sounds of struggles not unlike her own.

Then she heard a voice in her head.  'You were attacked by the maid while you were in bed.  With a chloroform soaked cloth, she covered your face until you succumbed to the fumes.  When you awoke, you were hogtied and being sexually tortured by the griffoniness deviant.  She attacked you on her own.  There was nopony else in here with you.  That you are certain of.'

In spite of the fact she knew that was not what happened, the voice in her head seemed too convincing to resist.  Minutes passed as those thoughts in her head seemed to become a new truth that she couldn't deny.  Then she felt a griffoniness crawl on top of her.  A beak nibbled at her throat even as she felt a few talons as they fingered her pussy hotly.  Another talon stroked her throbbing nipple even as her milk squirted all over it as well as her motherly breast.

Somewhere in there, she heard somepony slip out the patio door.  There was a rustle of feathers as they glided away from the porch outside their room.

The talons thrusts in and out of her pussy energetically, making her both sopping wet and excited all over again.  She could feel the nipples of another brushing against her sides as her breast was groped and her pussy fingered.  Her tingling nipple alone was driving her towards the edge again, but the fingering of her pussy and the nibbling at her throat made her even hotter and aroused.

The phone rang again, but nopony answered.  It rang a dozen times before the caller stopped trying.

"Uh..." moaned a voice softly in her ear.  It sounded familiar, "What am I doing?  What's wrong with me?"  It sounded like Gilda's voice.

'Please let me go,' she thought, 'This isn't right you know.'

"UHHH..." she moaned louder as if struggling, "NO!!  I'm raping you!!  That's what I'm doing!!  I'm gonna make that stallion pay me gold or ELSE!!"

'That can't be the real you,' she thought, 'Not what agent Gilda would do.'

"You better hope he pays," she hissed, "or your throat goes away, and this fine bed is going to be painted with your blood!"

She heard the door being unlocked, and then the door opened.

"Honeybuns!" he called, "I had a real nice chat with...  GILDA?!  What all are ya doin with mah wifey?!"

"STAY BACK!!" she screeched as she felt the talons leave her breast and clutch her throat, "YOU WANT THIS STUPID COW BACK, YOU BETTER GIVE ME THAT GOLD BAR IN YOUR POCKET RIGHT NOW!!"

"What's gotten inta ya?" he asked in dismay.

"I'M NOT JOKING!!"

"Ah asked ya ta keep mah sugar-cube safe an ya DO THIS?!"

"FOAL!!" she hissed, "I'M DOING THIS FOR THE GOLD AND NOTHING ELSE!!  I COUNT TO THREE, AND IF THERE'S NO GOLD BAR, THE COW BITCH BLEEDS OUT ALL OVER THIS BED!!"

"Look, I ain't got in on me!" he said, "It's at the desk!  I'll write you a check so you can go get it no problem!"

"FINE!!" she hissed, "BUT BE QUICK ABOUT IT!!"  The talons tightened on her throat, and she felt trickles of blood on her hide as the tips of the claws pierced her hide there.

"Ah'm just gettin some paper here from the desk," he said as he moved.

"NO TRICKS OR SHE DIES!"

She heard the rustle of paper, and then he said, "So who all to I say is gonna pick this up?"

"Agent..." she hissed, "I mean... Gilda!"

"Aw, the cap is stuck," he said, "gimme just a sec here."

"AH!" she screeched, "You shot me!  You bastard!  Now the bitch cow... uhhh... what's wrong with me?"

The griffoniness slumped on top of Jifar's body.  A moment later, the body was dragged from atop her.  Then she felt the ropes binding her being untied.  She laid still and quite until she felt the blindfold and ball gag being removed.  She opened her eyes and sat up to see the nude Gilda bound securely to the chair near the bed.

"IS YA ALRIGHT, SUGAR-CUBE?!" he asked with alarm.

"I was attacked by the maid while I was in bed.  With a chloroform soaked cloth, she covered my face until I succumbed to the fumes.  When I awoke, I was hogtied and being sexually tortured by the griffoniness deviant.  She attacked me on her own.  There was nopony else in here with her.  That I am certain of," she said dryly.

"All that matter ta me is that yer alright!" he exclaimed as her hugged her tightly.

"I am well now that you are here," she replied as she hugged him back just as firmly.

"Whoa," he said, "Yer boobies are all fulla milk."  He was looking down at the milk that had squirted on his fine black suit.

"I don't know," she said, "She must have drugged me while I was knocked out."

Agent R-D slipped into the room, and looked around as she said, "What the hay is going on in here?"

"Yer sicko partner here just kidnapped mah wifey an threatened ta kill her if'n I didn't give the gold bar!"

"I know her better than that!" she replied, "That's just something she wouldn't do!"

"Ah saw it with mah own two eyes!" he snapped back, "She was gonna RIP HER THROAT OUT!!"

"Okay okay," she replied quickly, "I guess the stress of this mission finally got to her!  But Jifar's alright, isn't she?"

"No thanks ta her!" he snapped as he looked at the bound griffoniness.

"Fine," she said, "I'll call Spike and he'll call in some operatives to take her away.  We'll keep her locked up until we know what's going on with her.  We'll make it look like it's the local guards doing this, so it won't arouse suspicions...  I just don't know what's wrong with her.  This isn't like her at all."

"Ah had ta shoot her with the dart in this here pen," he said.

"Okay," she replied, "It will take me just a minute to reload that for you."  Taking the pen from his hand, she opened up and inserted a new dart as he watched.

"Uh... my head," moaned Jifar from the bed.

"Ya been through a lot, sugar-cube," he answered, "Git yerself some rest an all.  Maybe that'll set ya right again."

She nodded as she laid back down.

Agent R-D was on the phone speaking to somepony quietly.

"Is everyfeather alright in here?" asked a sweet woman's voice.  He looked up to see a black griffoniness' head looking in the ajar door with shining blue eyes.

"Uh, who all might ya be?"

"Pardon me," she replied, "My name is Amore.  Pussy Amore.  I work for Mister Gold Talon.  He asked me to come and see you.  I have a message for you.  I'm not interrupting a moment here, am I?"

"No," he said quickly, "A crazy maid attacked mah wifey.  It's all under control.  Now what all is yer message?"

"An opportunity has arisen," she replied, "He wants to speak with you about it tomorrow at the same time.  One that is mutually beneficial to both of you.  He suggested you bring back the gold bar as well."

"Then tell him ah'll be there," he replied as Agent R-D hung up the phone.

"Very well," she said, "I shall inform him of such."  Then she closed the door behind her.

A moment passed before he muttered, "Somethin stinks here, and it ain't mah month old boxers."

"Your boxers are a month..."

"Make sure Miss Gilda is put somewhere safe," he snapped, "Ah don't wanna see her doin nuthin else nutty."

"You got it."