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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Say, does anyone know who wrote "London Bridge"? I got a notice for not giving proper credit for "Barbie Girl".

The fall hadn't killed Octavia, but she almost wished it had.
She fell among the wooded glen of Central Park, being buffeted by scores of limbs on her way down. A rhododendron bush managed to break her fall, as well as two ribs. Her shoulder was dislocated and her body was covered in bruises and bark inflicted scratches to go with the three claw slashes on her left flank. All Octavia could do was lay among the leaves and whimper in pain.
Fortunately for her, Fu-Dog had been brought along and was sniffing among the foliage. Among the usual scents was a brand new one. It smelled something like his friend Bronx, but yet, very different. There was a whiff of female beast musk that Bronx was decidedly lacking. The coppery stench of blood was also incorporated. Fu-Dog followed his nose. He soon heard whimpers and followed his ears. He saw the gravely injured beast lying on a bush that crushed under her weight. Fu-Dog whimpered in pity and gave the female a comforting lick. He'd get help for her.
Meanwhile, two gargoyle hatchlings were having a quarrel.
"What do you know, beak face?" asked Lunette
"More than you, dork head!" said Nashville. "Swords are lots better than magic!"
"Nuh-uh!" said Lunette. "Any muppet can swing a sword. You gotta have smarts to do magic."
"You gotta be smart to handle a sword too!" said Nashville. Nashville drew his wakizashi. "And you gotta be strong and fast too! Like this!" He performed the moves his mother taught him.
"You could put an eye out with that!" said Lunette, ducking away.
"You can put an eye out with magic too." said Nashville. "Just ask Hudson sometime." The sound of Fu-Dog's barking interrupted them. They turned to see the maned beast leaping up and down as he barked. "What is it, boy?" asked Nashville. "Did Timmy fall down the well?"
"Oh, don't be an ass!" said Lunette.
"Ooh, I'm gonna tell your parents you said a bad word!" snickered Nashville.
"It's not a bad word!" said Lunette.
Fu-Dog bit into Nashville's sword belt and pulled while whimpering. "I think he wants us to follow him." The two hatchling followed the beast into the wooded area. They soon came upon an injured beast. "Whoa!" said Nashville. "Another beast! Is it dead?" Octavia mustered up just enough strength to raise her head at the new voice, whining from the pain of the effort. Fu-Dog licked her face and whimpered, telling her in his own way that she should lay still, everything was alright now. He laid his great, hairy head on her back and looked up at the hatchling with pleading eyes.
"Oh, she's hurt!" Lunette knelt by the beast. "Poor girl!"
"You think it's a girl just cuz it's pink?" asked Nashville.
"She's not pink, she's mauve!" said Lunette. "And she's a girl cuz she doesn't have, you know...." Lunette blushed. "Those....hangy things."
"Could be fixed." said Nashville.
"Will you go get a grown up already!" snapped Lunette.
"Fine, fine!" said Nashville. "You sure are bossy for a girl!" He ran off for help, not noticing that Lunette stuck her tongue out at him.
Lunette noticed the tag hanging on the hefty metal collar around the she-beast's neck. "Do you belong to someone?" Lunette read the tag. "Octavia. That means 'eight' in Latin. Are there more of you?"

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Goliath heard hatchlings singing a rhyme as he got closer.
London bridge is falling down

Falling down

Falling down

London bridge is falling down

My fair lady!
The Twins were playing a game with some hatchlings, plus Erin and Benny. Staghart and Lexington were pushing other hatchlings on the swings. A few other hatchlings and Gabriel were playing fetch with Cafall. A few others were spinning on the round about. Patience was sitting on a bench and knitting. Concord was next to her, sketching in a book. Maggie was in the sandbox with Lili. "Maggie!" Goliath called out as he approached her. "Where is Angela?"
"Broadway found her." she said. "I saw the two of them glide off not long ago. She seemed fine. No, Lili! Don't eat the sand!" Lili had grabbed a fistful of sand and was about to put it in her mouth. Goliath sighed in relief. Angela was safe.
"Goliath! Goliath!" Nashville was running up to him. "Fu-Dog found a beast in the woods and she's hurt! You gotta come quick!" Goliath sighed again, this time in resignation. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.
Goliath saw the pink beast lying among the leaves with Lunette and Fu-Dog crouched on either side of her. The beast's bruised and bleeding sides heaved as if any breath might be her last. "Get another adult, Nashville." said Goliath. "I may need help carrying her." Normally, Goliath wouldn't have much trouble carrying a beast the size of Bronx, but one this injured needed to be handled delicately.
"And get Lexington." added Lunette. "Her collar looks mechanical." Goliath knelt down to inspect the wounded beast as Nashville went for help. "She has a tag on her collar." Lunette pointed out to Goliath. "It says 'Octavia'. Could that be her name?"
"Humans often put name tags on their animals." said Goliath. He knew Elisa had tags made for her cats. He looked at the tag on the collar. There was the name, "Octavia" as Lunette said, but no address, phone number or any other information.
Nashville returned with Lexington and Staghart. "The poor thing." said Staghart. "She must be in terrible pain."
Lex inspected the collar. "This collar looks like one solid piece. I'm going to need some tools to really learn anything about it."
The Twins approached, followed by a few hatchlings. "What is that?" asked Artemesia.
"It looks like Bronx." said Benny. "Only pink."
"That's a beast." said Pollux. "Least, it was a beast."
"She lives." said Goliath. "But we must get her back to the castle if she is to live to sunrise." He started to pick her up, only to hear her howl in pain. "It's going to be difficult. It feels like she broke some ribs."
Castor took off his vest. "Here. You can use this as a sling."
"We're identical again!" Pollux pointed out.
Gingerly, Goliath and Staghart moved the beast into the make shift sling. "I'll hold on to her back legs." Nashville offered. "To keep her steady."
"We need height for gliding." said Goliath. "Climbing a tree with an injured beast will not be easy."
"There's a jungle gym on the playground." Lunette pointed out. "You can use that."
"What works, works." said Lex.
Fu-Dog bounded after Goliath and Staghart as they carried the wounded beast away. He even tried to climb up the jungle gym after them. He looked up at them as they glided away and started to whine. "Aw, he wants to go with them!" observed Lunette.
"Well, let's give him a hand then." Castor tried to pick Fu-Dog up. "Cripes! This 'un's a sight heavier than Hepzibah ever was! Gimme a hand, Pollux." Pollux applauded. "Oh, har-har!" Pollux leaned down and helped Castor pick up the beast.

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Travanti and Morgan walked their beat by Central Park. "Nice to get out of the patrol car and just walk around." Morgan commented.
"Yeah, nice night." agreed Travanti. "Warm out, the moon's bright."
"Would you look at that?" Morgan smiled as he pointed at the shadowy silhouette of a male and a female standing on a footbridge together. "Someone's enjoying this full moon too."
"Don't get any ideas, Morgan." said Travanti. "My girlfriend wouldn't go for it." They both laughed.
"Let's go, Phil."
"Morgan, call me crazy, but that guy looks like he has a beak!"
"Well, you know what they say about guys with big noses."
"They need big handkerchiefs?" guessed Travanti. Morgan laughed and they walked away.
Had they tarried longer, they would've noticed that the male did in fact have a beak as did the female he was chatting with.
"Do the moon and stars look any different on Avalon?" Griff asked Michelle.
"The stars are all in different positions." she said. "And the moon goes through its phases much more rapidly. When it's full like this, its bright silver beams break through the boughs of the trees and everything seems to shimmer."
"Sounds lovely." said Griff.
Michelle shook her head and smiled. "It's never as beautiful as it is right now."
Griff smiled back. /I do believe I'm falling in love./ He thought to himself. /Didn't think it would happen again./ Their hands easily joined. /I wonder what Michelle looks like with her hair unbraided. Would she let me touch her hair?/ He opened his beak to say something romantic to her, but a shadow across the moon diverted his attention. They both looked up to see two gargoyles locked in battle. "It's a dog fight." said Griff.
"Dogs don't have wings." said Michelle.
"That's what it was called when two planes fought in close combat back in the War." said Griff. "I'm going to check it out." He climbed on the banister of the bridge.
"I'll come with you." she said, climbing up beside him. Griff smiled. No helpless damsel here. He liked her even more. The two took off into the air, not noticing the sharklike fin that cut through the rivvlet below the bridge.

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Morgan and Travanti continued their beat through the park when they heard a splash from the lake. "Sounds like someone going for a midnight swim." said Morgan. "Much as I hate to be a party pooper, we better tell 'em they can't do that." The two officers approached the lake to see a large creature paddling towards shore. "Oh, just a dog." said Morgan.
"D-dog?" stammered Travanti. "A b-big one it looks like!" Phil Travanti shuddered.
"I don't get you, Phil." Morgan shook his head. "Armed robbers, drug dealers, gangsters, even gargoyles; you'll face down no problem. But one little pooch has you shaking in your boots!"
"Look, I just don't like big dogs, OK!"
The dog clambered onto shore and shook itself off, carrying something in its mouth. "It's an ugly dog." Morgan remarked. With the lighting being what it was, Morgan could only see a silhouette from this distance. Another silhouette, which looked like a woman wearing a tall hat and a cloak and carrying a bow, approached the beast. The beast dropped what was in its mouth- a duck with an arrow stuck through it. "Good boy, Perseus!" she said, patting him on the head. Was she duck hunting? In Central Park?
"Pardon me, Miss." Morgan said as he approached. "But you're not allowed to kill ducks in the...." As he got closer, he could see that the cloaked woman was actually a sea-foam green gargoyle. What he thought was a weird hat was actually a horned crest, like on a dinosaur. "park...." he gasped. He started to reach for his tranquilizer.
"Are you one of the Please Men Tom told me about?" she asked.
"T-Tom?"
"He said that when he was here, the Please Men didn't like that he was swinging a sword around. He said you were guardians, like him."
Morgan started to remember. "Oh, Tom Marison." That had been the name he was booked under. "Guy running around in armor, I remember."
"If you do not want me to hunt ducks, I'll understand." she said. "I'll just go after the geese instead."
"Uh, no." said Morgan. "You can't kill geese either."
"Pigeons?"
"No."
"Squirrels?"
"Uh-uh."
"Well, you don't expect me to shoot those animals you keep penned up, do you?" She had her hands on her hips. "That isn't sporting at all!"
"No! No!" Morgan said quickly. "Definitely do not shoot the zoo animals!"
The gargoyle gave a sigh of exasperation and shook her crested head, revealing auburn locks of hair. "All these animals and no one hunts them? How do you eat?"
"Uh, we go to a grocery...." The beast was sniffing Morgan. He could now clearly see this was no ordinary dog. "Uh, nice doggy! Good boy!"
"Gross- grosser ree...." Ophelia had never heard such a word. Morgan froze nervously as Perseus put a giant front paw on his hip and leaned in to get a better smell of this new human. "Perseus, down!" Perseus obeyed Ophelia. He looked over where Travanti had stayed on the path. With a yelp, Perseus bounded off to make a new friend, or so he thought.
Travanti blanched with fear as he saw the monstrous beast running towards him. "G-get away from me!" he yelled, drawing his gun. Ophelia drew back an arrow. Morgan tackled her before she could get a bead, causing the arrow to land harmlessly in the bushes.
"He's going to hurt Perseus, you fool!" Ophelia yelled.
Fortunately, Travanti was shaking so much from panic that his shots landed far off the mark. Perseus tackled him and started sniffing him all over as Travanti quivered while muttering the Lord's Prayer. Ophelia struggled from Morgan's grip and ran over to Perseus. "Perseus!" she snapped. "Come here! Now!" Perseus paused to lick the frightened officer's face before retreating to Ophelia's side. "Perseus wasn't going to hurt you!" Ophelia told the shaking officer. "Why did you shoot?"
"G-get it away from me!" yelled Travanti, struggling back to his feet, shivering as sweat trailed down his forehead.
"Perseus is a he!" Ophelia insisted. "Not an it!"
"Morgan," gasped Travanti. "When I joined the Gargoyles Task Force, no one said anything about d-dogs! Tell Chavez I resign!" He turned an ran, determined to put as much distance between himself and the beast as possible.
"Phil!" Morgan chased after him. Neither one saw the slender, blue-green gargoyle emerge from the lake and approach Ophelia.
"I heard thunder." he said. "Is it going to rain?"
Ophelia shook her head. "It was a Please Man. He had an iron rod like Elisa's. He tried to shoot Perseus. And his friend told me I can't hunt."
"Well, don't worry, Ophelia." Noah patted her shoulder. "Pelagia and I saw plenty of fish down there. Big ones with golden scales. We'll try to bring a few arm fulls."
"Thanks, Noah." said Ophelia. "Come on, Perseus, let's go find Gabriel." Those two left. Noah waded back into the lake and dived in. Long ago, Noah had learned that he was better at holding his breath than his siblings. He could stay under for a good hour or so before he felt a need to breathe again. What's more, he had always felt more comfortable in the water, almost as if it were calling to him.
As he swam deeper, Noah found the one thing that would guarantee he would always return to the water. Pelagia was in her mermaid form and smiling at him as her pale green hair floated around her like a nimbus. Wordlessly, they joined hands and kissed. He wrapped his wings around her as she twined her scaly tail about his legs. Slowly they sank together, paying heed only to their love for each other.
Pelagia had a small opening in her body, just where flesh met scales. Many times, Noah had slipped his member into this opening, giving ecstatic pleasure for both of them. His blood singed to him, telling him how much he wanted this pleasure. But, to open the passage, he had to get Pelagia aroused. He brushed his lips on her neck and lovingly fondled a breast. Pelagia's eyelashes fluttered as her mouth gaped erotically. Her erotic expression turned into a horrific rictus of pain as a white-grey creature swam up from nowhere and sunk its teeth into her side and blood billowed into the water.

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Claw perused the pages of the American Sign Language book. He imitated the signs the people in the photos made. Claw had learned the alphabet with help from Maggie. He could both write it and finger spell. Maybe...just maybe...he could learn to read. Communication would be so much easier if he could write. And it might be fun to read a book. Maggie sure seemed to enjoy her romance paperbacks and reading stories to little Lili. "He's just a dummy." Claw heard that ugly voice in his head again. "He'll never learn nothin'; he'll never be good for nothin'. Shoulda had an abortion like my friends said." Claw shook his head. No. That voice was supposed to be gone now. He'd never have to listen to it again.
Claw raised his head when he heard the strangest sound. It was like tiny bells, echoing from the cement walls of the Labyrinth. There was also a rhythmic clicking sound. Claw laid aside his book and went to investigate. He followed the sound around the corner. In one of the narrow tunnels, he saw the strangest sight. A full figured tiger-woman was dancing there, bells on her ankles, castanets in her hands. Her hips and arms swayed fluidly, her tail wriggling like a restless snake. She blithely skipped from one foot to another as she performed. As she spun around, her wings flared out. Claw felt his breath catch at the strange sight. His heart was pattering to the rhythm of her castanets.
She stopped dancing when she noticed him and smiled. "Did you like my dancing?" she asked. Claw enthusiastically nodded. She took a few steps closer, prowling like the jungle cat she resembled. Her scant costume revealed golden fur zig-zagged with thin black stripes. White fur coated her throat, breasts and belly as well as the insides of her arms and legs. She had an odd pair of horns emerging from her long mane of white hair and a strange metal choker with a tag hanging from it. "What's you're name, sweetie?" Claw made a clawing motion with his hand. "What?" Claw tapped his throat with his hand and shook his head. "Oh, you can't speak?" Claw tapped his nose, signing "You got it!" Once more he made the clawing motion that was his name in AmSLan. "Scratch?" Claw shook his head. "Swat?" Claw pointed at his claws and made the motion again. "Claw?" Claw smiled and nodded vigorously. "Alright, Claw, my name is Tamora. Would you like to dance with me?"
Claw's jaw dropped. A beautiful female was talking to him, asking him to dance. Now she was taking his hand. It was so soft, warm and gentle. She began to dance around him. Claw spun around as she danced, determined to keep Tamora in his vision. Her tinkling laugh mixed with the music of the bells and castanets. He caught her around the waist and pulled her close. He took her hands and tangoed with her. Her fur was so soft. Her little tiger face with bright amber eyes was so pretty. And she smelled wonderful. Claw wondered if he dared to do what he really wanted. Would she let him? He brought his face close to hers and nuzzled. To his delight, she was nuzzling his neck, sending a buzzing current of pleasure through Claw's being.
She pushed him away. Before Claw could wonder if he had done something wrong, Tamora was taking of her sequined chali, revealing a pair of full breasts coated in thin, white fur. "Do you like what you see, Claw?" she asked. Claw had to grab onto a wall to keep from fainting. Tamora was pressing against him. Claw felt his blood boil as it raced to his groin. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"
/Nasty, nasty boy!/ The voice in Claw's head scolded him. /You touch that again and I'll cut it off!/ No. He was not listening. He wasn't stupid. He wasn't nasty. Tamora liked him and wanted to make him feel good. Well, he wanted to feel good. This would make the voice go away forever. He gently fondled the white furred breasts and nuzzled his face against them. Tamora was making soft moans. He found a nipple and began sucking. Now Tamora was having trouble staying upright. She sat down with her back to the wall and stroked Claw's fur as he fondled and suckled.
Clothes came off easily. Before long, Claw was lying on the concrete floor and getting ridden by the beautiful female he found. He had never felt anything like this before. It was so hot, and tight and soft and wet and so very, very nice! Tamora's breasts were bouncing in his vision as she humped him, filling him with pleasure. He closed his eyes and pulled her close, stroking her hair, her fur, her wings, enjoying the feelings of pleasure that were building stronger and stronger in him. Before long, he was hit with a strong jolt of pleasure that would have made Claw scream had he a voice. It was like he exploded and then the pieces gently rained back together.
"That was so good, Claw." she said, nuzzling his face. "Would you like to do it again?" Claw nodded. "Tomorrow night." She said, as she started to get dressed. He paused her and brought her face close for another nuzzle. He ran a finger over her metal collar, the only item of clothing she hadn't removed. He looked at the tag and finger spelled the letters he saw there. "It's my name. Tamora." she said. Claw gazed tenderly at her as he brushed a lock of white hair over her fuzzy ear. "Meet me here tomorrow night and we'll have some real fun!" He stroked her hair and gazed into her eyes. /Don't go./ His eyes were pleading. "I have to go, Claw. I turn to stone during the day. But I'll be back tomorrow night, I promise." Claw smiled and held up his right hand. He bent his middle and ring fingers down. Tamora stroked the hand and outstretched fingers. She didn't know what the sign meant, but there was something about the way he was looking at her. As she walked away, Tamora wondered why she had never seen that look on Thailog's face.
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