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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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    Griff and Michelle perched in the limbs of a tree and watched the two gargoyles fight. "I say, the titchy 'un looks like Lexington." said Griff. "Looks like he needs help, loathe as I am to strike a female."
    "Chivalrous of you." Michelle said, cocking a brow. "Good thing I don't have a problem with it."
    "Right-O!" said Griff. "You just slip up behind her and put her in a full nelson...."
    "A full what?"
    "Oh, that's where you get behind her and slip your arms under hers, like this." Griff demonstrated by putting his arms under hers. He froze and flushed when he realized what his arm had just brushed against. He quickly took his arms back. "Er, just do that and clasp your hands at her neck so she can't move. I'll try to talk to Lex." The two darted towards their targets.
    Michelle glided up behind the canine looking gargoyle and slipped her arms under hers, gripping her in the full nelson Griff described. "Let go of me!" she screamed, thrashing.
    "Nothing doing!" Michelle grunted, throwing her weight back and shifting her wings so that she was pulling the other female back. She countered by throwing her weight forward, sending the two spinning through the air like a giant pinwheel.
    "Lexington!" Griff called as he approached the smaller male. "What's going...?" He was cut off by an unexpected slash of talons to his face.
    "Me no Lexington!" the small gargoyle shrieked as he spiraled higher. "Me am Brentwood!"
    "Oh, Bloody Hell!" Griff grumbled, eyes glowing as he glided after the clone. "Lex has a Bizarro duplicate!"
    Suddenly, Brentwood jack-knifed and came at Griff talons extended. Griff tried to get a grasp on him, but the little gargoyle was fast and slippery, clawing and biting until Griff was forced to let go. "Stupid bird!" taunted Brentwood. "You no catch Brentwood!" He dived to the ground below. Master teach Brentwood good trick! he thought to himself. Me trick dumb bird garg! Just as Brentwood started to come close to the earth, he quickly changed direction and swooped up. He had expected the other gargoyle to nosedive straight into the ground, but to his surprise, he found himself caught up in a choke hold by the other gargoyle.
    "Did you really think I'd fall for that one?" Griff chuckled. "I invented that move!"
    "Let go me!" screamed Brentwood, thrashing.
    "Oh, I don't think so, guv." said Griff, starting to come in for a landing. "Goliath's going to be very interested in you, my boy-o."
    "Then me give you gift from Master!" Griff felt a biting pain in his bicep and screamed as a current of electricity jolted through every cell, forcing him to stiffen in pain. He fell away, watching the small gargoyle glide away, laughing as a shiny object in his hand sparked.
    Griff managed to dig his talons into a tree limb and right himself. "Damn." he muttered. "Is that what getting hit by a lightning gun feels like? Bugger, I left mine behind! Guess I didn't think it would be very romantic, bringing a weapon on a date." He used his wings to parachute from his perch. "Where is Michelle?" he wondered. "Hope she had a better time with her target than I did."

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    The two had managed to crash land in the outfield of a baseball diamond. The two females wrestled in the dirt. "Let go of me!" Michelle's opponent's eyes were glowing brilliant red, as hers were. (Sevarius had managed to fix this glitch.)
    "Not until you tell me why you attacked our friend!" Michelle said, pinning her down. She noted the metal tag hanging from her choker and read it. "Regan, is it?"
    Regan grabbed a handful of dirt and tossed it into Michelle's face. The blinded gargoyle yelped and let Regan go to wipe at her eyes. Regan kicked her. "If Thailog's bitch is your friend, then you are my enemy!"
    Michelle growled as she got back to her feet. "You're a fine one to call someone a bitch!" She lunged at Regan, who put her into a throw. Regan was about to take advantage of her thrown opponent when she saw Griff running towards her. Regan knew the odds were against her and elected to flee. She darted to the batter's box, climbed it and glided away. Griff thought of pursuing, but decided to check on Michelle instead.
    "Are you hurt?" he asked, helping her up.
    Michelle shook her head and looked at Griff. "Am I hurt! Griff, you're bleeding!" She touched his face. Three talon marks were bleeding slightly.
    "Oh, these scratches?" he said with a careless laugh. "I've had worse." She nuzzled her beak against his hurt cheek and embraced him. "Er, the bugger gave me a fearful bite here." Griff pointed out a round, red mark on his bicep. Michelle pressed her beak to it and nuzzled. "I think I have one on my thigh, too."
    "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Michelle stoked his beak. "Let's just get back to the castle. Goliath needs to know what happened."

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    In the medical room of the Aerie Tower, Ariel stroked the head of the great beast laid on the exam table as Raphaela examined her wounds. "I don't know how to use half the equipment in this room." said Raphaela. "But, if I could have a needle, some strong thread and some dittany...."
    "I came as soon as I could!" said a portly, Asian-American man as he entered the room, drying his hands. He looked at his patient. "What's wrong with Bronx?"
    "This isn't Bronx." said Ariel. "This is a female. Her name is Octavia. Her ribs are broken and she has many other injuries."
    "Well, I'm not vetranarian." he said. "But I'll do what I can. Scrub up and you can help me." The two females cleaned up by the sink while the man rubbed alcohol on a spot on the beast's neck where the vein was most visible. "May I ask who my two nurses are tonight?" he asked, prepping a hypodermic needle.
    "I'm Raphaela." said the blue gargoyle with the blonde ponytail. "She's Ariel. You?"
    "Doctor Jay Sato." he supplied, stroking the beast as he injected her with the sedative. "There, there girl, go to sleep. You'll be fine."
    "What did you do to her?" asked Ariel.
    "I just administered an anesthetic." said Sato, throwing away the syringe. "She'll sleep painlessly for a few hours. Now, are either of you ladies handy with a needle?"

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    Noah slashed at the monster that attacked his beloved. It made a lunge at him. Noah landed a punch in the dead center of its face and landed another in the gills. He kicked the stunned creature away and swam after a slowly sinking Pelagia, grabbing her and swimming up to the surface. "Pelagia! Pelagia!" he screamed. "Please be alright!"
    "N-Noah...." she gasped. "I hurt...."
    "You'll be alright, Pelagia." he told her. "Just hold on!" He began to swim to shore with her over his shoulder. Suddenly, the creature popped up in front of them, roaring as his eyes glowed white. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, BASTARD!" Noah screamed, swatting with his talons.
    Morgan was walking back towards the lake. It was no use. Travanti just wouldn't listen to reason. Well, maybe Phil just needed to rest and collect himself. Morgan would phone him during the day to check on him. For now, he was going to go back to the patrol car and go somewhere for coffee. He heard the splashing and screaming from the lake and went to investigate. Two gargoyles were fighting by the lake. One had a naked woman over his shoulder. Morgan drew his tranquilizer and shot the grey-white gargoyle with the shark fin on his head. It went down immediately. Morgan approached the other gargoyle, tranq gun still at ready. The blue-green gargoyle was collapsing to his knees, the naked woman in his arms. "Please," he gazed up beseechingly at Morgan. "She's hurt!" Morgan noticed not only was this woman bleeding profusely, but she wasn't an ordinary woman. from the navel down she had the scaled and finned tail of a fish. "She's dying!" screamed the gargoyle, stained with mermaid blood.
    Morgan forced himself to snap out of his momentary shock and holster his tranq gun. "I-I got a first aid kit in my car." He may as well have told Noah "I got a jootpockle in my snarzit.", but something about his tone comforted Noah. "Come on." Noah decided to follow the man.
    "Are you a please man?" Noah asked as he followed.
    "Police man." Morgan offered. "And you're the third gargoyle I've ran into who's called me that."
    "Tom told us about you." said Noah. "You can help Pelagia, right?"
    "I-I'll try." said Morgan. He motioned for the gargoyle to follow him when they got to the parking lot. "You got a name?"
    "Noah."
    "Noah, I'm Officer Morgan. I'll do what I can." He opened the trunk of the patrol car. "OK, first aid kit." He took out a white metal box with a red cross on the lid. He opened it and took out rolls of gauze. "We'll pack her wounds with this for now." The two wrapped the injured mermaid in bandages. "OK," Morgan clipped the bandages in place. "Ok, she's OK. Here." He took a white blanket with a red cross on it out of the trunk "Wrap her in that. I'll call for help." Morgan picked up the receiver to his radio. "Breaker, breaker, this is car 25. We have a gargoyle and...and a woman down in Central....where are you going?" Morgan looked up to see Noah clamber on top of his car and spread his wings, Pelagia wrapped in the blanket and swung over his shoulder. "Noah! Come back! I'm getting you help!"
    "This is the worst day of my life!" Noah thought as he winged back to the castle.

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    It was the best day of Claw's life. He danced and skipped through the labyrinth with his sign language book tucked under his arm. He twirled about deleriousely to the music in his mind. He took a few wrong turns getting back home, but he didn't care. He soon righted himself and pranced along. He soon met the clones. "You seem happy tonight, Claw." remarked Delilah. Claw responded by grabbing her around the waist and waltzing about a few turns before handing her to Malibu with a bow. He took their hands and smiled at them. Now he understood! He understood their happiness because now he had it himself. He didn't know the signs to properly express this, so he just smiled and made two upward passes over his heart with his right hand, the sign for "happy". He waved at the other clones and skipped off, nearly running into Talon.
    "You're in a good mood." Talon remarked. Claw nodded and smiled as he made the sign for "happy" again. "Well, what's got you so happy, Claw?" Claw made the 'G' sign and pointed to his shoulder, lifting his elbow like a wing. "A gargoyle?" Talon interpreted. Claw nodded and stroked a thumb on his cheek. "A girl. A girl gargoyle?" Talon interpreted. Claw nodded, made two fists and crossed the wrists over his heart. "Love." Talon interpreted. "You...love a girl gargoyle?" Claw nodded, then yawned. He waved two fingers over his eyes twice and rested his head on clasped hands, miming sleep. He then touched his finger tips to his lips and arched his right hand over his left just before leaving. "Good night to you to." said Talon, not liking the recent development.
    "What wrong Claw?" asked Burbank.
    "Nothing, nothing." said Talon. "Uh, heat must be getting to him."
    "Maybe him sick?" suggested Hollywood.
    "Could be something he ate." Delilah suggested.
    "Maybe him got fleas?" snickered Malibu.
    "Run along." said Talon. "It's nearly sunset." Talon shook his head. Claw was head over heels in love with a gargoyle female. He hoped it wasn't Angela. He didn't need a repeat of what happened when Hollywood decided he was in love with her. Anyone else, well, they'd better not break Claw's heart.

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    Hollywood wandered away from the group. "Hollywood!" Delilah called after him. "You need to stay with us. You're on probation, remember?"
    Hollywood frowned. "Hollywood hate pro-bay-shun." he complained.
    "Me go Hollywood." said Burbank. "Him no get trouble."
    Malibu put an arm around Delilah. "Delilah be alone with Malibu?" he asked.
    Delilah smiled. "Very well then." she said. "Just remember, sunset isn't far off."
    Burbank and Hollywood walked away together. "Why Malibu want alone Delilah?" asked Burbank.
    Hollywood frowned. "He want do things. Feel good things. We no get gar-girls for fun feel good things. It no fair!" He heard some girlish giggles. "Who laugh?" he demanded. Burbank raised his club defensively.
    Two female gargoyles sailed down from the partitions they had been perched on. One looked like a webbed winged version of Elisa with blue fur and bunny ears. The other looked like a recolor of Angela in stripper wear.
    "Hello! I'm Goneril!" The blue gargoyle teased Burbank with the puffy end of her tail. "What's your name?"
    "Burb, Burb, Burb, Burb, Burb...." Burbank stuttered.
    "Mmmm...you're cute." the one that looked and sounded like Angela walked her talons over Hollywood's chest and stomach. "What's your name?"
    "Ho-Hollywood." he managed to guest. "You...gar-girl? You, Angela?"
    She chuckled. "My name's Salome." she said, undoing the scarlet silk scarf in her hair. "But you can call me anything you like." She draped the scarf around Hollywood's thick neck. Goneril was already all over Burbank like a bad rash and trying to suck his tonsils out. Burbank moaned as his hands ran all over fuzzy curves. Hollywood's jaw dropped as he watched them. "Never mind them, honey." said Salome. "Watch me." She began to undulate sensuously as she undid her makeshift halter of silk scarves. "You wanna touch these, Hollywood?" she asked, fondling her own breasts. Hollywood could only nod mutely as his hands squeezed her mounds. As he did, her hands stole beneath his loincloth.
    "Oh! Burb!" gasped Goneril as Burbank's hands went over her wings. "I have to have you!" She humped suggestively against him. "I have to have you now!" She began tearing off her clothes. When Burbank only stared mutely, she tore away his clothes too. She pushed him down to the floor and impaled herself on his stiff member. "Ooh, Burby, baby, yes!" she moaned, pivoting herself as she stroked Burbank's beard. Burbank reached up and fondled her breasts. "Oh, that's just right, sweetie!"
    Salome had Hollywood's loincloth off and was on her knees, sucking on his thick cock. "Oh, Angela! Angela!" Hollywood gasped, stroking her long white hair. Her white hair, he finally noticed. "You...you no Angela." he said, pulling back.
    "I'm an improved version of that ugly prude." said Salome. "I am much hotter!" She demonstrated by running hands over her body. "And, unlike her, I'm willing and ready for your thick, hot cock!" She whipped back the flimsy scarves she wore as a skirt. She leaned back and thrusted her pelvis, separating the labia. "You want it? Want my hot, wet cunt, Hollywood?" He needed no more convincing.

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    Meanwhile, Malibu had Delilah pressed against a wall and was rubbing his beak on her neck while she stroked his wings. "Oh, Mal!" she gasped. She hard a rattling sound. "Did you hear that?" she asked.
    "Mmma...nothing." Malibu said, undoing the top of her unitard and exposing her breasts.
    "Malibu, we should...Oh!" One hand was gently squeezing a breast while he nibbled on her other nipple and his free hand pulled down her unitard. Delilah heard a hissing noise. "Malibu, I heard something!"
    "No listen." said Malibu, letting his fingers stroke her clit.
    "Oooh!" Delilah arched against his fingers, unable to think about those disturbing sounds. "Oh, Malibu, Malibu...." Her eyes fluttered shut as she thrusted against his hand. A strange slithering sound made her eyes open. Her jaw dropped when she saw the hideous serpentine creature coming at them. "Malibu!" she screamed.
    "Delilah like that?" Malibu chuckled, rubbing harder. He screamed himself when a pair of fangs injected venom into his shoulder.
    As Malibu sank to the ground, Delilah was naked and face to face with a hissing snake creature. The thing grinned at her as his tail rattled. "Masssster wantsss you dead!" he hissed.
    "Who is your master?" Delilah demanded, pulling Malibu's limp body back.
    "He will be ssssso happy!" Delilah barely managed to dodge being bit herself.
    Delilah gave out a feral roar as she pounced on the monster, sinking her talons into its flesh, only to find the yellow scales tougher than she thought they'd be. The monster hissed and thrashed, trying to attack the gargoyle on his back or at least shake her off.
    Talon was on his way back to his family when he heard the roar Delilah let out. He ran to investigate. He saw Malibu slumped to the ground, lifeless. Delilah was naked and clinging to the back of a giant snake monster that was hissing and rattling its great tail. Both had the glowing white eyes of battle rage. "Delilah!" Talon called out. "Get off! Quick!"
    Delilah obeyed, leapfrogging over the monsters head and spreading her wings. As soon as she was no longer in contact, Talon let loose a lightning blast. The snake monster shuddered and fell to the ground. Talon knelt by the monster and saw the nametag dangling from its metal collar. "Claudius" was all it said. Was this someone's twisted idea of a pet?
    "Talon!" shrieked Delilah. She was by Malibu's side, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Talon! He hurt Malibu!"
    Talon took Malibu's pulse, finding it rapid. His rib cage expanded and contracted just as rapidly as the unconscious gargoyle hyperventilated. The two huge, swollen puncture marks on his left shoulder blade were an ugly shade of red. "Malibu?." he asked. "Malibu, can you hear me?" The teal gargoyle opened his eyes for one moment, then they slid closed again.
    "We- we have to do something!" Delilah was so deep into hysterics she didn't even realize she was naked in front of Talon.
    Talon took Malibu in his arms. There was only one thing he could think of. "I know someone who can help us. I just hate the idea of going to him."
    "Please, Talon!" Delilah begged tearfully. "Malibu is dying!"
    Talon couldn't refuse. As much as he hated Xanatos, as much as he hated leaving this snake named Claudius to regain consciousness and attack again, Malibu was first priority. "Get dressed, we're going to Aerie."
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