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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles. Gargoyles belongs to Greg Weisman and Disney. I make no money from this story.

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Una glared at Castor and Pollux while Katherine folded her arms and stared crossly at Uriel. "I'd like to send the two of you straight back to London." said Una. "But, for some reason, Staghart really wants you at his wedding, so I won't punish him for your stupidity."
Pollux giggled. "You're funny!" he laughed, pointing at Una.
Una sighed. "Pollux will be punished tomorrow, after the stone sleep has removed the toxins from him."
"I will not punish Angela." said Katherine. "However, Uriel, you will be serving the same punishment as Castor and Pollux. Una has explained it to me. I do nae understand it completely, but she assures me it will be effective." Uriel gulped.
"This way, please." Una led them to the room where they had seen the commercial for the Quarrymen. "You may sit if you like." Una made the invitation sound like a command. Uriel and Castor shared a look as they sat on the couch. Una pressed a button on the remote. A bald man in a pink convertible was shown talking to a young lady, asking her if she wanted to go for a ride.
"Oh God. No!" gasped Castor. "No! Anything but this!"
"Suffer." said Una.
"I'm a Barbie girl!" sang the lady on the TV. "Livin' in a Barbie wooooorld...."
"What the hell is that noise?" asked Uriel.
"She thinks it's singing." said Castor. "But...Ugh, this is bloody torture! Una, this goes against the Geneva Convention!"
"What's that word you use?" asked Uriel. "For when something's really bad? Sooks, zucks, something like that?"
"Sucks." Castor supplied.
"Oh. Then this sucks!" said Uriel.
"Turn it off, Una!" said Castor. "We're real sorry! We'll never do it again!"
"What's that?" asked Una. "Turn it up, you say?" She pressed the volume button. The two young gargoyles screamed as the bad music was played louder.
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"Good evening, Thailog." Brentwood said lovingly to Thailog after they broke through the stone skin.
"Good evening, my pet." said Thailog, giving him that stroke on the head that Brentwood loved so much. "We best see to our new playmates, mustn't we?" Brentwood followed Thailog down the elevator to the spartan laboratory where his new minions were being kept. "Right!" bellowed Thailog. "Line up, everybody!" Almost all of the minions formed a line in front of Thailog. The one called Regan stayed where she had been, absently stroking the beast called Octavia. "That means you too, Regan!" snapped Thailog. "And Octavia!"
Regan glared at him with contempt. "Why?" she asked. Even Octavia gave a derisive snort.
"Well, you'd like to test me." Thailog said with a smile. "Then I shall test this." He took out the device Sevarius gave him and pressed the button marked "Regan". Regan gave out a shriek of pain as she grabbed at the steel collar around her throat. "Now get in line, cur!" Thailog snapped as the magenta furred minion did as she was told. "As for Octavia...." He pressed the button labeled with her name, causing Octavia to howl in pain.
"Master, please!" said Regan. "Octavia's only a beast." Regan gave another scream of pain as Thailog punished her."
"This is what happens to those who question my orders!" snapped Thailog. "I am your Lord and Master! Displease me, and you will know pain! And Regan, if you doubt my prerogative to inflict pain...." He gave Octavia's button a good long push. Octavia gave an ear splitting howl as she fell to the ground convulsing. She whined and thrashed in agony as Thailog smiled. Regan looked like she was about to step forward and say something. Thailog took his finger off Octavia's button and hovered it over Regan's. "Would you like to take Octavia's place?" he asked sweetly.
"N-no, Master." Regan looked at the floor and took her place in line.
"Good." Thailog said coldly. "Do not doubt who is in charge here." He gave Octavia's button a few taps, making her whimper in pain, just to prove his point. Thailog walked down the line, inspecting his new minions. He smiled as he looked up and down at the female standing next to Regan. She had a sumptuous figure scantily clad in a bikini top and gauzey sarong. She was covered in blue-black fur and had her rabbit-like ears decorated with silver rings and chains. Thailog looked at the tag hanging from her shock collar. Her name was Goneril. "Lift your arms, Goneril." Thailog commanded. She did, revealing a web of fleshy membrane that went from her elbows to mid thigh.
"Wings like mine." Brentwood commented.
Thailog wordlessly removed Goneril's top, exposing her furry breasts. She did not even move her arms. Thailog brushed back the fur until he found a nipple. He toyed with it until it peaked. "How does that feel, Goneril?" he cooed.
"How do you want it to feel, Master?" she asked.
"Good girl." Thailog stroked her raven hair. "You may put your arms down." Goneril did so. Brentwood seethed with jealousy. /Thailog only trying to show who boss is./ Brentwood told himself. /Thailog really love Brentwood./
Thailog went to the next minion in line. He couldn't say he cared much for his face. It looked like a more reptilian version of Brentwood's. His wings and upper body were like his own. /Dear old Daddy Goliath./ He reminded himself. Thailog read the tag on the shock collar. This one was called Claudius. Claudius had the lower body of a diamond-back rattlesnake. "Claudius, rattle your tail for me." asked Thailog. A rapid whirring sound could be heard as Claudius rattled his tail. "Good. Now, I want to test your memory. What did you just see happen?"
"I sssssaw you take...."
"Sssssaw?" mocked Thailog. "What sort of way is that to speak?" He pressed the button labeled with Claudius' name. Claudius screamed as he writhed in pain.
"I'm sssssorry, sssir." hissed Claudius. "I can't help...."
"Don't tell me what you can't help!" Thailog hit the button again. Claudius let out a wail as he grabbed fruitlessly at his shock collar.
"I...won't...do...it...again...." Claudius croaked out measuredly.
"What was that?"
"I...won't...talk..like...."
"How do you properly address me?" Thailog barked.
"Th-Thailog." Claudius stammered.
"You call me 'Master' or 'Sir'." growled Thailog.
"But...." Claudius screamed as Thailog caused another agonizing electrical shock to race through him.
"No one gives me a 'but' when I give an order!" shouted Thailog. Brentwood snickered at the double entendre. Thailog glared at him, silencing him. Thailog moved onto the next minion. This one had mottled fur and long ears like a lynx. He also had a beak like Brooklyn's. His long, sable hair, brow ridges and wings were reminiscent of Angela's. The tag on his collar revealed his name to be Tybalt. "Is that pronounced tie-balt or tib-alt?" Thailog asked.
"How do you want it pronounced, sir?" asked Tybalt.
Thailog smiled. "Right answer. I think that movie I saw pronounced it tib-alt, so that is what I will call you. Now, Tybalt, tell me what you just saw."
"You punished Claudius, sir." said Tybalt. "For speaking in a way that displeased you, sir. He did deserve it, Master. No one should ever displease you, sir."
"That's a good minion." Thailog patted the end of Tybalt's beak. He walked on to the next minion. This one was small, not much bigger than Brentwood and had a wing structure like his. This minion looked up dourly at Thailog with solid, pitch black eyes that reflected no light. Thailog read his tag. "Shylock, is it? Well, give us a smile, Shylock!" Shylock grinned, revealing several rows of sharp, pointy teeth. "Gruesome." he said approvingly. "Shylock, did you see what I did with Goneril?"
"You took her top off, Master." said Shylock.
Thailog shook his head. "No, I did not. I told her to cover up. And she did."
Shylock looked at the still topless Goneril. "But, sir, she...."
Thailog hit the button labeled with Shylock's name as he shook his head. Shylock screamed in pain. As Shylock was panting from the exertion of screaming, Thailog waved a finger at him. "Ah, ah, ah! What did I say about 'but'?"
"I'm very sorry, sir." gasped Shylock. "Goneril is clothed if you say she is."
"Too right." Thailog ran a talon over a slit where Shylock's throat met his collarbone. "Are these gills? Can you breathe under water, Shylock?"
"I have never been under water, sir." Shylock trembled, half expecting to be shocked again.
"We'll test it later then." Thailog went to the next minion as Shylock sighed with relief. This one was large, covered in green scales saving for the lustrous black hair on his head. Thailog read the tag on his shock collar. "Brutus, hmmm?" Without warning, Thailog clawed at Brutus' scaly shoulder. Brutus showed no reaction as a few scales flaked off. "Tough one, are we, Brutus?"
"My scales are pretty thick, sir." said Brutus.
"Let's see how thick." Thailog pressed the button. He smiled as Brutus screamed in pain while grabbing his collar. "Ah, good. Not strong enough to withstand a 50 volt current." Brutus' eyes glowed as he roared and lunged at Thailog, only to fall to the floor screaming as Thailog activated his shock collar again. "Don't you dare forget who's in charge!" he snarled. "Onto the next!"
The next minion looked like a giant winged rat. Thailog read the tag on the shock collar. "Caliban, is it?" He showed him the buttons on the control. "Would you like to press a button, Caliban?" Caliban looked at Thailog and blinked confused eyes. "Well? Which button? Does Octavia need more? Maybe Tybalt should get one? Or how about you?" Caliban sniffed at the control, but nothing more. "Well? Aren't you going to say anything, you stupid brute?"
"Caliban can't talk, Master." said Regan. "And I certainly doubt he can read."
"Who asked you?" Thailog touched Regan's button, causing her to scream out in pain. Thailog shook his head. "That girl's got a lot to learn." Thailog looked at his last two minions. "Speaking of girls." He smiled at a full figured one with striped, tawny fur. He fingered the tag on her shock collar. "Tamora. You've certainly got some meat on your bones, don't you, sweetheart?" He slapped one of her ample hips, hard enough to make her jump. :What? Don't you like my little love taps?"
"Y-you may do whatever you like, Master." Tamora said meekly. Regan rolled her eyes at Tamora's submissiveness.
"I saw that!" Thailog snapped, shocking Regan once more. Octavia snarled at Thailog. Thailog responded by shocking her. "It appears some are quicker to learn than others." said Thailog. "Tamora, the good doctor programmed your mind with many learned abilities, did he not?"
"Yes, Master." said Tamora.
Thailog opened a drawer in a desk and took out a pair of finger cymbals. "Do a belly dance for us." he commanded, giving her the cymbals. The air was soon filled with a rhythmic tinkling as Tamora shuffled about, swaying her wide hips and long, striped tail. Thailog smiled appreciatively and turned to the last minion. This one was in the perfect likeness of Angela, but with coloration closer to Thailog's. She wore her white hair in a pony tail held with a red silk scarf. Her breasts were only just concealed by two silk scarves of orange and yellow. A permeable excuse of a skirt was made up of four silk scarves of green, blue, indigo and violet. Thailog read the tag on her collar. "Salome. Well, Salome, why don't you join Tamora in dancing?"
Salome did not even hesitate. She lifted her arms up and twirled about. She pulled the red scarf from her hair and sensuously whipped her now freed hair about. She gaily skipped about with the red scarf fluttering from one hand to another. Salome tossed it to Thailog who smiled as she caught it. Salome untied the orange scarf, letting it teasingly brush over her nipple before releasing it to reveal her left breast. Salome smiled as she caressed her bared breast before untying the yellow scarf.
"If I may be permitted to speak, Master." said Regan. "I would be honored if I could dance before you as well."
Thailog smiled. "You may." Regan joined in with the dancing, which wasn't so much dancing as wiggling her hips while squeezing and caressing her own breasts.
Brentwood frowned. "Tamora fat." he said. "Regan hairy. Goneril mean and ugly. Salome just stupid."
Thailog stroked Brentwood's scalp and chuckled. "Don't be jealous now, my love. These are but minions. You are the one I truly love."
Brentwood smiled. Of course. Thailog loved him. He hadn't put a shock collar on him, after all. Thailog knew Brentwood would do whatever he asked out of love. Brentwood gave a contemptuous look at the dancing females. They were minions. Stupid minions. They'd never have Thailog the way he did.
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Pollux shook his head after he broke out of stone sleep at twilight. "Whoa! Trippy!" he said.
"Well, last night's caper went right pear shaped." Castor told his brother.
"I don't quite remember it all." said Pollux. "I remember you, me and Uriel went to teach those Quarrymen a lesson in tolerance and then the pigs showed up and next thing I know, everything's made out of candyfloss and my hands are bigger than my head. Where can I get some more of that?"
Castor cuffed him on the back of the head. "Mate! We get lit, we don't shoot shit! You start poppin' that shit, next thing you know, you're on your knees in a back alley giving blow jobs. Anyroad, I got a new idea for some fun!" Castor reached into the hip pocket of his modified jeans. "Never told nobody bout this secret pocket in my trousers."
"Oh, all this time I thought you were just playing with yourself." said Pollux.
"Oh, shut your cake hole, you nupty!" Castor took out a few small pellets. "Stink bombs! All we gotta do is throw 'em on the ground and everyone will be bent over gagging at the smell of rotten fish!"
"I think you'd better hand those over to me." The Twins started when they heard Angela's voice. They turned to see her sternly holding out her hand.
Castor smiled. "Will you give me a kiss if I hand them over?" he asked.
"Hand them over and I won't tell Una." said Angela. "You're in enough trouble as it is." Castor sheepishly handed over the stink bombs. "Which one of you is Pollux?"
"I am!" They both said.
"Una wants to speak to you."
"He is." They pointed at each other.
"Well, once you've figured out which one of you is which," said Angela. "A lot of us are going to Central Park with the hatchlings. I'm going to the Labyrinth to invite a few friends up."
"Labyrinth?" said Pollux. "You mean that naff film starring David Bowie and David Bowie's crotch?"
Angela chuckled and shook her head. "It's a place where another clan lives. I'll catch you monkeys later." She walked towards the parapets as she tucked the stink bombs away in her belt pouch.
"How 'bout a good-bye kiss?" asked Castor.
Angela blew him a kiss. "And that's more than you deserve." she said as she turned and leaped, her wings unfurling.
"I'm wearin' her down!" said Castor, pumping his fist.
(A/N: "Barbie Girl" belongs to Aqua. And they can keep it!)
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