Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

Big Macintosh's Big Fat Wedding

by neorenamon

After bath and breakfast, Twilight went out to the fields to help Big Mac and Jifar to tend to the apple fields for the day.  Spike was tending to the Library with his new marefriend Bakabaka while she was gone, and she was sure Spike would somehow get a message to her if there was a problem.  While she was normally Rarity's maid, she was pretty sure that the tailor unicorn wouldn't mind lending her Oryx maid to help clean up Spike's room and other parts of the Library.

But about noon, Apple Bloom came running out to Big Mac and said, "There's somepony important-like from Canterlot at the house to see you, Big Mac.  Granny is talking to them in the living room til you get there, but they seemed to be in an aweful hurry."

So the three of them made there way back to the house.

"I wonder who wants to see me now?" he asked.

"I would also like to see," said Twilight, "who these visitors may be."

As he came in the back door, he could hear Granny saying, "I think that might be them now."

He walked into the living room as Jifar and Twilight followed.

Sitting in two good living room chairs was a stallion and mare he had never seen before, but it was obvious by their rich dress that they were important someponies.

The stallion was middle aged bordering on elderly, but still fairly handsome.  His goatee and handlebar mustache were both heavily waxed, making the ends of them thin and curled up.  While his mane and tail were white, his hide was dappled gray.  However, his pants prevented his cutie mark from being seen.  He was dressed in a black tux and pants as if he just came back from the opera.  A pair of small round glasses with a thin wire frame was perched on his nose, and they could see the frills from the neck and sleeves from his brilliant white silk shirt.  Sitting on the stand next to the chair was a tall black silk stovepipe hat with a white silk band just above the rim.  His eyes were dark brown.

It was a little harder to judge the mare's age, but they could tell she was mature.  Her hide was a light gold color as was her mane and tail.  Even her eyes were a bright golden color.  She was wearing a fine dark blue dress with several skirts and underskirts, a white blouse with frills about the neck and wrists, and they could see a tight corset about her waist.  The shoulders were puffy, and her corset had a fluffy bun in the back.  Her head was covered with a fine white bonnet tied just under her chin.

"Do I have the honor of addressing Sir Big Macintosh?" asked the stallion.

"E-yup."

"I see," he replied as he looked him over in his coveralls, "Princess Celestia asked us to come and see you.  We represent the Canterlot Heraldry Society, and she asked us to register your Family Crest.  However, since we couldn't find such a crest, we feel it will be necessary to aid you in the design of one."  His gaze told Twilight that he wasn't the pony he was expecting to see.

"Howdy," he replied, "Well, ya know me, but I don't know you."

"Oh, I am Goldrenette Freiherr von Berlepsch," he said, "and this lovely mare is my wife, Ananasrenette."

"Nice to meet y'all."

"For some reason, that sounds familiar," said Granny as she rocked.

"Well we are distantly related to the Apple Clan," he replied, "I know Apple Strudel from our village in Germaneigh."

"Well we never saw you at any reunions."

"It is a rather distant relations," he replied.

"Ah promise that ya get invites to the next one," said Big Mac.  Then he paused to add, "Ah better make sure ya get a wedding invite as well."

Meanwhile, Ananasrenette rose from her seat to curtsey to Twilight.

"It is surely an honor to meet the Princess Twilight Sparkle," she said softly.

"Being a Princess is fairly new," she replied, "but it is an honor to meet you."

"And I take it this fair damsel," said Goldrenette as he nodded to Jifar, "must be the fair Dame Jifar Macintosh?"

She nodded.

Twilight noticed another mare standing in the corner of the room by the front window.  "There is another mare that is see," she noted, "I wonder who she might be?"

He glanced over his shoulder as if he had forgotten she was there, and said, "Oh, that is our maid, Pink Lady."

She was much more plain looking that the others.  Her hide was fair, her mane and tail strawberry blonde.  The eyes seemed to be a reddish color.  Her dress was more plain.  Something old fashioned that Twilight had seen on mares the age of Granny.  It was a plain light green with one skirt and two underskirts.  Even her bonnet was both plain and rather old fashioned.

"Would you be a dear," he said as he continued to look at the maid, "and fetch my drawing and calligraphy materials from the carriage?"

She nodded as she left the room.  Twilight walked over to the window to glance out at the royal carriage outside.  She watched Pink Lady hurry out to it, open the cargo box in the back, and begin fishing around inside.  When the maid pulled out a large box that appeared to weight as much as she did and she seemed to have a great deal of trouble carrying it, Twilight flash teleported outside and used her horn to float it out of her hands.

"You need not bother, marelady" said the maid.

"As a Princess I shall decide," she replied, "what tasks I shall abide."

The maid followed her as she walked back to the house.  As they returned to the living room, the stallion said without looking, "Pink Lady, you surely took your time with fetching the case."

"It would have taken her longer," said Twilight, "if not aided by somepony... stronger."

He glanced over his shoulder to see the Princess moving her case with her magic, and he gave a stern look at the maid.  Then he looked at Twilight and said, "Such manual labor is... unbecoming a Princess."

"And I would say to you," she replied, "not to tell a Princess what to do."

"Of course," he said abruptly, "I was merely pointing out what is traditional among the nobility."

"Then choose more carefully what you say," she replied, "Lest your words be taken the wrong way."

He seemed to forget about the incident fairly quickly as he unpacked the box and started setting up the drawing stands.