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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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A/N: Yes, Demona Fan X, there will be Shari in this chapter!

"Oh, yes, oh yes...that's just right, my Little Angel!" Brentwood felt shivers go through him as that deep baritone moaned in pleasure. "Yes, suck it, Brentwood, suck me hard!" Brentwood sucked harder on the thick member in his mouth, being very careful about his fangs. Master had been most unhappy last time he nicked him on accident with his fangs. He would please Master tonight, show him that he had learned. He stroked the sinewy thighs just in reach. Master lay back on the bed and moaned in ecstasy. Brentwood let his fingers stray to Master's passage. He liked being touched there so much. Surely Master would.
His hand was grabbed in an iron grip of charcoal gray talons. "What have I told you about that?" the deep voice asked dangerously.
Brentwood let the penis drop from his mouth. "Sorry, Master." he said.
"Did I tell you to stop sucking me?" Brentwood immediately slipped his mouth back over the penis. "Yes...that's the way. Oh...oh my, yes!" Master's body was thrashing, his muscles taut. Brentwood knew what was coming. With a roar, the large gargoyle came in the small gargoyle's mouth. Brentwood eagerly gulped the issue down, lapping up anything he couldn't swallow on the first go.
"Brentwood do good?" Brentwood asked.
"Brentwood did very good." Thailog said, giving him that fond pat on the head he always liked.
Brentwood snuggled up to Thailog and put his arms around his waist. "Brentwood love Thailog." he sighed. "Thailog love Brentwood?"
Thailog kissed the small gargoyle's bare scalp. "Thailog loves his Little Angel very much."
"Thailog!' Shari's voice came over the intercom sitting on the nightstand. "Thailog!"
Thailog groaned and pressed the button. "What is it, Shari?"
"Sevarius is ready to show the results of the experiment you bade him do." said Shari. "He eagerly awaits your perusal."
Thailog sighed. "Coming!" He smiled at Brentwood. "We'll pick this up later." Thailog got up and started dressing.
"Brentwood come with Thailog?" asked Brentwood.
"If you like." said Thailog, pulling on a gauntlet. "Of course, you may find it dull."
"Brentwood not think Thailog dull." Brentwood said, pulling on his loincloth. That was true. Brentwood knew Thailog was anything but dull. That was why he loved him. However, the real reason he wanted to go with them was he didn't like how readily he jumped to Shari's words. He didn't like that human much. She talked too much, smelled funny and spent too much time with Thailog. Thailog was his! He wasn't going to share him with some stupid she-human.
The three of them took the elevator down to the labs in the Nightstone building. They were greeted by a red haired man in a lab coat. Dr. Sevarius smiled at them. "En chante!" he said as a greeting.
"On Shanti to you too." Thailog responded. "Did you do it? Did you get all of them?"
"Settle, Thailog, settle!" said Sevarius. "They're not going anywhere. Shari told me an interesting tale. Apparently, Goliath's clan has new members. I'd be most interested in hearing the details of this story."
"The story is told," Shari said as she opened a manilla envelope she had carried in with her. "Though who can say if it be true, of the Phoenix, a giant bird that would immolarate itself on a funerary pyre every thousand years...."
"You may skip a bit." said Sevarius. Shari smiled mischievously and skipped a few steps in place. "That's not what I meant!"
"Long story short," said Shari. "The one called Brooklyn has danced through time with a magical device called The Phoenix Gate."
"There's an item I'd love to have." sighed Thailog.
"The Phoenix Gate will not allow you to do what fate has not already decreed." said Shari. "At any rate, the Phoenix has reclaimed his property. What is pertinent, is that in the course of his time dance, Brooklyn acquired a mate and son." She revealed photographs of Katana and Nashville in action.
"Quite an acquisition." Thailog said approvingly. Brentwood frowned. He hated it when Thailog looked too long at females.
"I would so love to add more Japanese gargoyle DNA to my collection." said Sevarius. "All I have is 5 cc's of blood, a saliva swab and a hair clipping from Yama. And a Scottish/Japanese hybrid would be most interesting."
"A gargoyle of the English variety has also joined Goliath's ranks." Shari produced a candid photo of Staghart in flight.
Sevarius grinned broadly and hummed leeringly. "What I would give to get my hands on his...DNA!" Sevarius chuckled.
"Well, now I know what to get you for your Christmas bonus." said Thailog. "Now, to the matter at hand."
"Right this way." Sevarius led them to a row of tanks, all covered with sheets. "You are about to see," said Sevarius. "The results of the very latest development in biochemical research! It took an accident to make it happen...."
"What accident?" Thailog's eyes started to flash.
"A happy one, I assure you!" said Sevarius. "I was attempting to make a composite clone using genetic material from Broadway and Brooklyn, maybe tweaking the chromosomes a bit when a bit of leftover tiger DNA fell into the mix. And here, here! Is! The result! Huplah!" He whipped off the sheet covering the tank. He revealed a corpulent female gargoyle with horns, white hair and tawny yellow striped fur. "I call her Tamora."
"I call her today!" Thailog said with a smile.
"Not tomorrow, Tamora!" sighed Sevarius. "After the queen from /Titus Andronicus/ who was tricked into eating her own sons." Thailog looked puzzled. "It was a play. By Shakespeare. Read a book, you philistine!" He walked over to the next tank.
"Got some junk in her trunk." said Thailog. "But not bad."
"Deer gargoyle was good looking too." said Brentwood. Two could play this game.
"This is one of my better ones." said Sevarius, pulling off the sheet to reveal another composite clone. "A little bit of Angela, a little bit of Brooklyn and some lynx tossed in just for fun. I call him Tybalt." Tybalt had ultramarine fur patterned with stripes and spots. He also had long, sable hair, a whiskery beak and long, tufty black ears.
"Tybalt." said Thailog. "Ah, yes, from /Romeo and Juliet/. The very prince of cats." He would show Sevarius that he wasn't a complete philistine.
"Thank you, Baz Luhrman." said Sevarius. "I'll admit, the odd color was a complete surprise to me. But, these things happen. On to the next! Picture this, a bit of Goliath, a bit of Lexington...." Brentwood smiled and took Thailog's hand. The gargoyles he and Master were cloned from! "And just enough DNA from a diamond back rattlesnake to make things interesting. I give you...." He whipped off the sheet. "Claudius! The herpetologist's dream!"
"Or nightmare, perhaps." said Thailog.
"Him not have legs." Brentwood observed. From the waist down, Claudius had a serpentine tail ending in a horny coil. He was covered in lemon yellow scales with copper colored diamond shaped markings down his back.
"The muso-skelatal structure of the tail should be strong enough to bear him as he slithers along." said Sevarius.
"How he take pee?" asked Brentwood.
"Don't bother your pretty head about such things, Little Angel." said Thailog, stroking his cheek.
"The next is small, but effective." said Sevarius. "A blend of Hudson, Lexington and a smidge of great white shark. Presenting the aptly named...." He whipped off the sheet. "Shylock!" Shylock looked like a greyish-white Lexington with fuller cheeks and horns like Hudson's with a shark's fin on his head and a scythe like fork on the end of his tail. "His jaws are shut so you can't appreciate it just now, but Shylock has two rows of razor sharp teeth. You may observe gill slits on his chest and throat. Time will tell if, as I hope, I have created an amphibious being."
"We're going to need a bigger boat!" quipped Thailog.
"Our next subject," said Sevarius. "Is another human/gargoyle hybrid courtesy of Miss Elisa Maza. This time, we used Broadway's DNA sprinkled liberally with some alligator DNA that was left over from my last experiment. The result...." He whipped off the sheet. "Brutus!" Brutus looked a lot like Broadway, only covered in thick green scales and lustrous black hair growing on his head.
"You named him after a man known for stabbing his boss in the back?" asked Thailog.
"Oh, I'm sure this Brutus won't do such a thing." said Sevarius.
"Good. Last thing I need is a Starscream in the group."
"Star-who?" Sevarius was genuinely puzzled.
"Transformers." Thailog said with a smile. "It's a cartoon. Watch TV, you philistine!"
"Moving right along," sighed Sevarius. "A little bit of Bronx, a little bit of Goliath, a little bit of Norweigian brown rat gives us...." He whipped off the sheet. "Caliban! I'm afraid Caliban's intelligence will be low, perhaps bestial. Don't expect him to say much. However, I do believe he will be able to walk semi-upright and obey simple comands."
"He's ugly." said Thailog. "But he does look fierce!"
"And now another lovely lady." said Sevarius. "Some of Elisa, some of Lexington, and fittingly, a western jackrabbit. I give you...." Sevarius whipped off the sheet. "Goneril!"
"You give us gonnarhea?" asked Thailog.
"/King Lear/." sighed Sevarius. "Read it some time." Goneril looked like Elisa with bluish fur, long ears and wings like Lexington's. She had a puff of white fur on the end of her long tail."Talking of King Lear, I give you Regan!" He whipped off another sheet. "A blend of Goliath, Brooklyn and red bone hound." Regan had Brooklyn's horns and Goliath's brow ridges. Her hair was white, but smoother like Goliath's. She had the floppy ears and snout of a hound and was covered in magenta fur.
"The next one," said Sevarius. "Was a theory I wanted to test. Theoretically, DNA from a male creature could be tweaked to create a female. It was only a simple matter of extracting the Y chromosomes. Theory no more!" He whipped off the sheet to reveal a mauve colored beast that looked a lot like Bronx. "Behold Octavia! After I created her, I knew Tamara and Regan would be possible. However, with female DNA, only female clones are possible without adding a male element. Delilah couldn't have been anything but female. Not that you complained."
"Delilah stupid." said Brentwood.
"Her loss is your gain, my dear." said Thailog.
"Oh, that reminds me." said Sevarius. "You wanted a straight up clone of Angela in your service, nes pas? I thought of naming her Alegna, but that sounds too much like an allergy medication. So, I call her...." He whipped off the sheet. "Salome!" Salome looked like Angela with charcoal gray skin and white hair like Thailog.
"Very nice...." Thailog said approvingly.
"Thailog have daughter?" asked Brentwood.
"Ah, yes." Thailog said with a smile. "My lovely daughter." He touched the glass as he admired the naked, dormant female inside. /May she be as dutiful a daughter as the original Salome./
"And here's an invention guaranteed to grant you their eternal loyalty." Sevarius presented a thick, metal collar. "You simply put this around the clone's neck. If they disobey you or otherwise make you unhappy, all you need is this!" He held up a remote control with ten buttons, all labeled with the clones' names. "Press the button, and they will be subjected to an electric shock. The longer you hold down the button, the more severe the shock will become." Thailog admired the remote with a smile. How clever that something so small could cause someone such pain. "Even lowly beasts can learn that pain is best avoided, and they will learn that the best way to avoid pain is to obey Thailog. This should prevent them from rebelling like that last batch. Oh, yes, I made them a bit more clever where possible, as per your orders. Still, they will be as naive as children and will need your...ahem...loving guidance."
"Excellent work, as usual, Sevarius."
"Can I expect an excellent fee to match?"
"Shari, pay Sevarius for me." As they departed, Thailog gazed upon Salome. "Beautiful, so very beautiful."
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"Oi, give us a butchers at that rock, Stags!" said Castor, pulling on his ear.
"Easy!" yelped Staghart. "I'm attached to that ear. Literally!"
"Ya think it's a real diamond, Castor?" asked Pollux.
"One way to find out!" Castor picked up a glass vase.
"Er, chaps, perhaps you...." Staghart was cut off by a strident squeak very close to his right ear. "Shouldn't."
"Crikey!" Pollux hefted up the two haves of a glass vase. "Tis the Simon Pure 'tis." Castor let go of Staghart's ear to admire the damage done.
"So, Stags." said Castor. "Is it true that Yanks put ice in their tea?"
"It's not so bad on a warm night." said Staghart. "With a squeeze of lemon."
"You mean you /drank/ it?" gasped Pollux.
"With lemon?" Castor's nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Next you'll be tellin' us you ate sushi when you was in Japan." said Pollux.
"You've gotta be barkin' to eat raw fish!" said Castor.
"Actually," said Staghart. "Raw fish is called sashimi. Sushi is sauce served with sashimi."
"Say that five times fast!" said Castor. He attempted to say "Sushi is sauce served with sashimi."
"Hello, hello, hello!" Pollux said as he eyed Angela and Katana. "Castor, take a butchers at those two fine birds!"
"I bagsie the Asian!" said Castor.
"I'll take what's left!" said Pollux. The two smiled as they approached the two female gargoyles.
"Hi there!" Castor said to Katana. "My name's Castor, I'm available." He put an arm around her. "So, what do they call a pretty thing like you?"
Castor found himself staring down the business end of a steel blade. "You call me Katana-San." She said simply. "Will it be easy for you to remember?"
"Uh, yes ma'am!" said Castor.
Pollux thought he might have better luck with the unarmed female. "So, did it hurt?" he asked.
"Did what hurt?" Angela asked cautiously.
"When you fell from Heaven!" He laughed she didn't. "I'm Pollux. You are?"
"Engaged." Angela said before she turned and walked away.
"What?" said Pollux. "Hey, baby! Lose the zero and get with a hero!" She ignored him and walked to the kitchen.
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Broadway ate his pie a la mode as Ophelia inspected the refrigerator. "How do you keep it cold in here?" she asked, marveling at the blast of cool air on her face.
"I dunno." said Broadway between bites. "But, we've got an even bigger one that you can walk in and out of. We just use the little one cuz it's more convenient. Plus, it's a good place to keep Alex's artwork. And Angela likes those magnets with words on them. She wrote a haiku with them."
Ophelia looked at the refrigerator. A few crayon drawings of gargoyles were stuck to the door with /Sesame Street/ themed magnets. There were also magnets of words. Ophelia read Angela's haiku.
Big Blue Happy Smile
We Go Away Together
I Will Kiss You Now
Ophelia took one of the magnets and marveled at how easily it stuck to the refrigerator. "Magic!" she gasped.
"Nah." said Broadway. "Lex tried to explain it to me once. It's got something to do with fields and poles and stuff."
Ophelia shook her head. "I don't see how a place to plant crops and something you use to get fish has anything to do with this." She opened the refrigerator again. "And there's this light that keeps coming on."
"Yeah." said Broadway. "A little elf lives in there and turns it on for you."
"Does Oberon know about that?" Ophelia looked around in the refrigerator, as if expecting to find an elf hiding behind the pickle jar.
"Ophelia, I'm kidding you." Broadway laughed.
"Did you save me any pie, Broadway?" asked Angela.
"I'll get you a piece!" he said, matching actions to words. Angela took vanilla ice cream out of the freezer.
"Angela," asked Ophelia. "How is it this box stays cold inside?"
"It...it just does." said Angela. "Look, why don't you ask Lex? He's better at explaining these kinds of things."
"Excuse me," said Staghart, entering the kitchen. "Gotta use the microwave." He put a box of Chinese take-out in the microwave and hit a few buttons.
"Don't fill up." said Broadway. "I ordered a dozen pizzas that should be here any minute."
"I suppose you call that an appetizer?" Staghart laughed, pointing at his pie.
Ophelia tapped the glass of the microwave as she watched the box spin about, bathed in a bright light as glowing numbers counted down. "What is this?" she asked.
"It's...a microwave." said Staghart. "I'm using it to heat up some shrimp and rice."
"Heat up?" said Ophelia. "But, it doesn't have any fire." The microwave beeped. Ophelia had her bow drawn and an arrow nocked in a flash.
"Ophelia, no!" Angela shouted, grabbing her arm. "It's OK! It's supposed to do that!" Staghart took out the steaming box of Chinese take out.
"What a world this is!" said Ophelia. "You have a box that makes things hot as well as a box that makes things cold." She pointed at the refrigerator. "If I took out all the shelves, I could easily fit an entire deer carc...." She saw Staghart looking through a drawer for chopsticks and blushed. "Never mind." Angela smiled knowingly as she put a scoop of ice cream on her pie.
"It's alright, I'm not offended." said Staghart, gesturing with the chopsticks. "You have to eat, I understand." He stirred up the rice to cool it. "Now, heads on the wall, that's a bit tacky."
"How does a microwave work?" asked Ophelia.
"Oh, well, it makes all these waves." said Staghart before he blew on a bit of rice.
"Like an ocean wave?" asked Ophelia.
"Not quite." said Staghart. "See, it makes all these little waves," Staghart used a finger to describe the shape and movement of microwaves. "and they move really fast and get close together and that makes everything very hot."
"Oh." said Ophelia. "Waves make things cool where I'm from."
"It's a magical elf." said Broadway.
"Oh, why didn't you say so?" asked Ophelia. "Maybe I can use the microwave to heat up some of the stew we brought with us." She picked up a small metal cauldron they had brought along.
"Oh, no, Ophelia!" said Angela. "You can't put metal in there."
"Why not?" she asked.
"It pisses off the little elf that lives in there." said Broadway.
"Of course, silly me!" Ophelia slapped her forehead. "The fair folk don't like iron! How could I forget?" She shook her head. "Such wondrous things you have in this world, Sister."
Angela smiled. "It takes some getting used to." she said. "The first time I saw snow, I was nearly ready to run and dance like Jack Skellington!"
"Jack who?"
"Oh, he's a character in a movie called /The Nightmare Before Christmas/."
"What's a movie?"
"Pizza's here!" Xanatos called out.
"And I'm there!" said Broadway, leaving the kitchen.
"Who's Pete Zaa?" asked Ophelia.
"Pizza." Angela corrected. "And it's not a who. It's something you eat."
"Oh. I think I'll go try some." she decided. She paused to hug Angela. "It's been so good to see you again!"
"You too." Angela patted her arm. As soon as she was gone, Angela said "If I hug another person, my arms are going to fall off!"
"I know exactly what you mean." laughed Staghart.
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