Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Gold Talon laughed as the gas canisters were moved closer to the vent. His voice was slightly altered by the mask he was wearing. "Those mangy mutts won't know what hit them," he hissed, "and soon all of their gold shall belong to me!" He looked around to make sure that all of them had their gas masks in place. Not that he really cared about his thugs, but he needed them to haul out what was soon to be his gold.

He looked at the vent to make sure it was taking in air and not pushing it out.

"Be sure to only use the vents that are sucking in air!" he called, "And I want to be sure that ALL of the intake vents are gassed!"

Then he looked into the vent as he said, "You won't need all that gold where you're going to wind up!"

He heard a gasp nearby and realized that they were being watched. His goons moved quickly and soon a griffoniness was dragged before him. One he knew well.

"Well if it isn't Pussy Amore," he hissed, "Why are you spying on your Master?!"

"You aren't going to put them to sleep," she replied with her own hiss, "You're going to MURDER them all!"

"Well isn't death just a permanent sleep?" he asked as he stuck her across her beak.

"YOU'RE A *MONSTER!***" she said without looking back.

"No, I'm a business griffon," he replied with a sneer, "One who gets what they want no matter who gets hurt."

"You aren't the keythong I once knew," she said as she began crying, "Sure you broke knee caps and used your goons to strongarm your rivals... but now GENOCIDE?!"

"It's called ambition, my dear," he said as he placed his talon under her beak and held her head up. Then he looked at his goons and said, "Now strip and hogtie this traitor! I plan to make sure her demise will be long and amusing, so it will have to wait until we're done with our business with the soon to be former Diamond Dogs!"

Several goons came up to her as the others held her arms and pinned her legs to the ground at the knees, and soon their talons were ripping off her clothes with such force that she was getting scratched in a number of places.

"But first a little reminder of whose in charge here," he said as he snapped his talon in a coded sequence of sorts.

Her body was wracked with agonizing pain as her control piercings activated themselves. She screached in agony as if that was music to the ears of Gold Talon.

"That's just the beginning of what happens to those who double cross Gold Talon!" he hissed as she squirmed. It didn't stop the goons from forcing her arms painfully behind her back as they started tying her up tightly from her neck down.

"BUT NONE OF YOU BETTER RAPE HER UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN!!" he growled, "OR THE PUNISHMENT WILL BE EVEN MORE SEVERE THAN WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO HER!!"

'Please save me Sir Big Macintosh!' she thought through her haze of agony, 'PLEASE!'

"The rest of you better stop gawking and get back to work if you know what's good for you!!" he said, "Or I promise I'll rip out your throats with MY OWN TALONS!!"

The keythong goons quickly got back to work other than Gold Talon's pet enforcer. He was never expected to lower himself to manual labor even if was the strongest keythong present.

"Besides," he said, "With the Shaman out of the way, the other dogs will be much more... manageable. He's far to powerful for his own good and I'd much rather not spend the rest of my days waiting for him to try and avenge his humiliation."

She would have had some choice words to say if her beak wasn't being tied shut.

...

Jifar awoke from her restless slumber. It was hard to get sleep while bound to a bed let alone having to deal with nightmares about Big Macintosh and Twilight meeting their demise at the talons of a monster like Gold Talon. Besides, her face was getting licked a lot. She opened her eyes to see Rainbow Dash laying slobber all over her face with her dog-like tongue. In fact, she had climbed on top of the giraffe and was pressing her own eight small teats against her own massive breasts.

'Oh what can be so wrong with me?' she thought, 'My predicament so plain to see.'

Then Dash used her teeth to start tearing the ropes away from her face, but was being rather careful not to hurt Jifar in the process. It took a moment for her mouth to be freed.

"My sweet husband must be in trouble so," she said, "Please unbind me and let me go."

So she began chewing at the ropes binding her arms to her chest.

"You are such the good bitch," she sighed, "Now if I could only reach that itch."

But Dash was too busy chewing rope to comment even if she was inclined to do so. She wasn't sure why Dash wasn't using her hands, but then she figured her more canine teeth had to be pretty sharp so she didn't comment about it.