Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

Twilight was running analysis on the fluids she had 'collected' from Gilda. She was looking for tell tale chemicals that a sentient creature produces in excess when under long term magical control. It was known that bodies were not meant to be under control for long periods like a body wasn't meant to be a host for a disease, so they both produced chemicals in amounts not normally present in the body. She was intently looking at a readout from one of her scientific instruments intent enough not to notice that somepony else had come into her lab.

"Twilight dahling..." said a voice behind her.

She jumped a good foot when she turned about face to cleavage with Queen Sombrarity.

"Oh Queen Sombrarity!" she exclaimed, "What a sight to see!"

"I'm so sorry dahling," she replied, "Did I startle you?"

"I was analyzing this Gilda sample," she replied, "and my sense of you wasn't ample."

"Oh, I heard the poor thing went nuts, held sweet Jifar hostage and threatened to kill her for a gold bar I hear," she replied, "Pity. I thought she was loyal enough to be an agent of the Equestria Secret Service."

"Perhaps I can mend that fence," she replied, "as I fear she was under foreign influence."

"Foreign influences, you say?"

"Yes it may turn out to be tragic," she answered, "if she should be under control magic."

"Well it would at least restore my faith in our griffoniness friend."

"Once the results of this test show," she said looking back at the readouts, "then we shall surely soon know."

The Queen leaned closer as she gave a lick to Twilight's neck. Then she placed her hands on Twilight's shoulders.

"Please don't interupt this action," she sighed, "I need not be driven to distraction."

"You may well be a Princess," said Sombrarity, "but I am your Queen. And who can blame me for being so impressed with you?"

"While your infatuation is great indeed," replied Twilight, "This task at hand has greater need."

"Then I shall make this brief," she said as her hands slipped down over Twilight's breasts, "I could use a few special spells for an upcoming wedding I'm planning. It's going to be... a huge affair. It must be as grand as a Grand Galloping Gala."

"Perhaps this can be discussed later?" she panted as her breasts were fondled quite openly, "Is the need for this test not greater?"

"It's good to be the Queen," she replied as she began applying a hickey to Twilight's throat. Twilight rolled her head away to give the Queen even greater access.

"I promise I shall do everything I can do," panted Twilight, "to make the special spells later for you."

But the Queen's mind was set as she opened her top and bared her pastel violet breasts along with their generous purple nipples. Now she felt quite free to fondle their motherly mass. Twilight realized that she was losing her track of thought even as she knew she was going to have another hickey to explain away or cover up.

...

Now that Pussy Amore was left alone in the chaos around her, she redoubled her efforts to break out of the ropes binding her so tight. But still, a lot of rope was used and they made sure that she couldn't use her talons or paws to any effect against them. She wouldn't give up, and she couldn't stop wondering where she saw the green eyes of the keythong that placed the gas mask over her beak before.

"Has the dog patrol been dealt with?!" asked Gold Talon somewhere distantly.

"Those who aren't dead have retreated!" called another keythong.

"Then prepare to enter the mines!" he called, "The gas should soon render all defenses moot!"

"As you command!"

She looked at the cooling corpse of the keythong that failed Gold Talon and wondered if any of his thugs would share his fate. The sounds began to fade into the distance as she realized they were moving towards the mine entrance. But then the keythong with the green eyes was looking down over her head. He flashed a small very sharp knife over her eyes.

'Blast,' she thought, 'It really ends like this?!'

"Ya miss me, sugarcube?" he asked.

'Sir Big Macintosh?!' she thought.

He moved down her body and began to cut away the ropes binding her legs.

"Don'tcha worry too much about the dogs," he said as he watched her testing her legs in an attempt to escape the ropes prematurely, "When ah told them bout the gas attack, they reversed the ventilation system an all'a the gas is being blown out instead of in."

'Then they aren't going to die.'

"Gold Talon and his goons are in fer a rude surprise when they try ta storm the mines," he added as he continued to cut her loose. He was about done freeing her legs. Then he sat her up and began working on her arms as she stretched out her legs.

'That bastard deserves it,' she thought hotly.

But then he paused to hug her from behind as he sighed, "Ah hope that bastard didn't hurt ya a whole lot. You deserve better than the likes of him. Ah'll make sure ya never have to grovel before him ever again."

'Why do you care about me so much?'

"Unfortunately I can't untie yer beak without taking the mask off," he apologized as he returned to cutting away the ropes about her arms, wings and torso, "an I can't let ya breath that there gas."

'Great,' she thought, 'There's so much I have to tell him right now!'

"Once yer free," he continued, "Ya gotta git away from here! I gotta go back inta tha mines ta stop Gold Talon and Oddball! It ain't gonna be safe there fer you!"

'You aren't getting rid of me that easily.'

"Fly to the huge tree house in Ponyville and ah'm sure Queen Sombrarity will take care of ya real nice like."

Soon she was freed other than her beak.

"Promise me you'll go there and be safe."

She nodded before she flew away. Looking back, she watched him run off for the entrance to the mines. With her sight, she could see him easily three miles away, so once he was out of sight, she circled around to fly back after him. While her beak was no use, she surely had full use of her talons. She had every intention of using them on the throat of Gold Talon.