Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Gilda was getting just a little tired of being treated like a naked caged animal for reasons she couldn't understand. Her memory was kind of vague about it all, having held Sir Big Macintosh's wife hostage for a gold bar she didn't really care about. But she had other memories of being tied naked in a chair while some other griffoniness lorded over her... and did something to her. She really wished that she could think about what that was. It all seemed like she was somehow trapped in a bad dream. After all, she was supposed to be undercover as a maid helping out the Knight of the Ponyville Queen instead of rotting in a cell like some common criminal.

Then the door across from her cell opened far enough for her to hear a voice.

"I see now that you're awake," said somepony nearby, "A moment of your time I shall take."

Gilda noticed it was Princess Twilight Sparkle who had addressed her and was now entering the room.

"Why am I in a cell?!" Gilda asked with great concern.

"You're in for a reason as I can tell," she replied, "but the reasons for that are not known well."

"Well when am I getting out of here?!" she asked.

"In that cell you must stay," she answered calmly, "You're under a foreign influence today."

"Foreign influence?!"

"I can tell by even the slightest glance," she continued, "that this is more than mere hypnotic trance."

"Then someone's been messing with my head!!" growled the griffoniness as she slammed her fist into her open talon, "It makes me want to mess with THEIR heads!!"

"But you must stay there until we know," she pleaded, "until it is safe for all to let you go."

"Well could I at least get some basic clothing in here?!"

"Clothing for the moment has been banned," she replied, "since you could be forced to kill yourself with any at hand."

"Well who would do that?!" she hissed.

"A post hypnotic suggestion may already be there," she continued, "To take such risks would surely not be fair."

"FINE!!" she snarled, "I guess I can live au naturale for awhile!!"

"Getting angry about this won't help your case," she pleaded again, "but will only serve to keep you in your place."

But Gilda could only roar in frustration in response.

Twilight responded by taking an odd looking gun from her pocket. "Please try to calm down and put you mind at ease," she continued to beg, "Don't make me shoot you with this please."

"There's only one thing I can think of that will calm me down," she begged in return, "and ya gotta help me with it, Princess."

"I shall aid you very well," she said calmly as she returned the gun to her pocket, "Turn you back against the cell."

"Thank you," she replied as she turned and leaned back against the cell bars. She spread her arms, legs and wings so that all of her body could be readily accessed from the other side. It only took a moment for her to feel the Princess reach through the bars with one hand cupping her right breast and the other slipping between her legs. She kept her talons open and held away because she knew one little word from the Princess as she was going to be mobbed by the Guards waiting outside the room. But she didn't care about that right now as her fingers worked their magic on her wanting nipple and griffonslit.

"This far I can say that I trust you," said the Princess quietly near her earhole, "the rest is entirely up to you. You are no faker nor a shill. Your recover depends on how you use your will."

It wasn't taking long for Gilda to be left panting, wet and aroused as she tried to calm her growing rage. But feeling the Princess' fingers up inside her birth canal and rubbing her clit was surely giving her a worthy distraction. The growing firmness in her nipple surely added to all of that.

"Something is feeling just a little wrong," she moaned by Gilda's head, "Have your loins been pierced long?"

"I... I..." panted Gilda, "I can't remember..." Her voice seemed to change slightly as she continued, "Drinking binge one night in Gryphus... woke up the next morning in an alley with a few new piercings..."

Twilight seemed to accept her version of events as she continued to deeply tease Gilda. But in spite of her wishes, she clamped her talon over Twilight's hand in her crotch and moaned, "Deeper Princess! Push them deeper!" Her hand froze and Gilda feared she was about to call in the Guards when she felt the fingers thrust in harder and deeper. She was wet and hot enough now that she could feel the juices leaking around Twilight's thrusting digits. It was only a few more minutes before she was pushed over the edge into an orgasm marked by her feral growling griffon call.

Then she all but slumped moaning and panting to the floor once Twilight pulled her hands back. Then she crawled on her talons and paws back to her bare bed and pulled herself onto it.

"Thank you Princess," she panted as she still felt the glow from her climax, "I'm much calmer now. I can get some sleep." She curled up into a fetal position in order to most effectively keep her body heat in.

"I have a feeling what's in store," replied Twilight as she opened the door, "I truly wish I could do more."

Gilda sighed as she tried to sleep.

Meanwhile, the Guards looked at the Princess oddly as she removed a cotton swab from one of her pockets and carefully wiped the fingers of the hand she just used to finger Gilda's griffonslit. Then she placed it into a small glass vial and screwed a lid onto it. After that, she wrapped a hanky about her fingers as well as if preserving some kind of evidence.

"Princess?" asked a Guard.

"Not now Flash," she replied as she ran, "I must dash."

'Her story of her new piercing surely does reek,' she thought, 'She surely couldn't have been there and back this week. But those studs have been placed there in less time. The whole thing can only be some kind of magical crime.'