Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Pussy Amore lay on the ground tied into an awkward pretzel of feathers and fur. She was grateful that Gold Talon was far to busy to ravage her naked form and far too selfish to let any of his goons use her themselves. But he didn't care and she couldn't stop the keythongs from gawking at her breasts and her loins. Part of the awkwardness to her situation was the fact her legs were tied across each other and she couldn't close her legs even a little bit, or roll over to get some cover for her breasts.

"Remember," he warned, "All the gas must be released at once or some of them can get out or get to shelter before the gas overwhelms them! If I catch even one of you releasing that gas too soon, I swear your death SHALL NOT BE PLEASANT!"

The keythongs all gulped nervously because they fully well knew that Gold Talon meant what he said.

But a keythong rushed up to the large keythong as he said, "Sir. I've spotted a dog patrol leaving the mine entrance."

"So?" he asked back, "What's unusual about that?"

"They aren't following the usual patrol route," he replied, "I think they're heading this way."

"Was there anyone with them who wasn't a dog?"

"No sir."

"How many are there?"

"A good two dozen or so. More than a normal patrol I might add."

"Secretly surround them and eliminate them," he replied, "Make sure they all die and none of them make any alarm calls."

"At once," he replied as he turned to walk away. Several keythongs fell in line behind him as they left. While Gold Talon knew that they weren't the largest or strongest griffons, their viciousness and lethality more than made up for it.

Pussy Amore pitied the poor dogs. They were all good as dead.

Then Gold Talon turned to the rest and said, "Hurry up with that gas!" Walking over to a nearby crate, he ripped it open before he added, "And make sure all of you are wearing these gas masks! I won't be responsible for any foal that breathes this gas and dies!"

Several keythongs moved up to the crate and grabbed armloads of masks to give out to the others. They quickly strapped on their own masks before moving off to help the others into theirs. One of them came over and strapped one of the masks over the face and beak of the bound and helpless griffoniness.

'Don't do me any favors you...' she was thinking when she noticed that the keythong winked at her. 'Oh you disgusting... Wait, those eyes... Where have I seen those green eyes before?'

He then paused to adjust the bowtie about his throat. Something that none of the other keythongs were wearing.

"That's a good idea," said Gold Talon from behind him, "I don't want this slut to die before I want her to."

But the keythong just stood to move on.

"Are you deaf?!"

He looked back and shook his head 'no'.

"Good. Glad to know. I also like how you don't blather on and on like most of the thugs tend to."

He nodded before he backed away, and then turned to help the others into their masks.

'That's strange,' she thought, 'I could have sworn he was wearing... a bowtie?!'

But the keythong that reported to Gold Talon before returned. He seemed bruised and injured.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

"The dog patrol," he gasp, "They're all seasoned warriors! We've killed a few of them, but they've killed as many of your prime enforcers!"

"So why are you here?"

"I had to come back and report, my lord!"

"You take responsibility for this?"

He gulped as he replied, "Yes, we underestimated the strength of the patrol."

Gold Talon casually reached out, gripped his throat and ripped it out without much effort. As the keythong fell to the ground with his blood gushing from his throat, he said coldly, "Apology accepted." Then he looked about and said, "If the gas isn't ready to go, then more of you shall share his fate!"

"The gas is ready!" called one of the goons.

He strapped a mask over his own face. "THEN RELEASE THE GAS!!" he screeched.

Pussy could hear the hiss from the closest vent. The gas was being released into the vents.

"ODDBALL!" he added as he turned to his head minion, "Go kill those blasted dogs!"

The massive keythong stalked off in the direction of the battle.

"Soon all of that wonderful gold shall belong to me!" he gloated as he rubbed his talons in anticipation.