Author's Note

I'm not going to post warnings. This story is rated M for Mature and sex. plus, it should be pretty fucking obvious when the sex is starting.

Fine Wine Wednesday

I awoke with a throbbing groaning pain imbedded deep in my brain. I wanted to scream out, but I imagine that it would go badly for my headache if I did. I tried to pull my blanket over myself, but found something anchoring it on my right.

"Hey sexy." My logic side threw up its hands and decided to let instinct scream my head off. The weight on my right disappeared, and instinct took the chance to throw the blanket over my head. There was a thunderous giggle, and I suddenly found my cotton fortress to be no match for a pair of claws as they dove under my arms and tickled me silly.

"S-s-top!" I begged pityfully as the blunted digits tickled and rubbed my armpits. The griffon was merciless, and I was defenseless. Gilda drove me to the edge of wetting my sheets before letting me surrender, and sparing me the cost of cleaning silk.

"You are such a lightweight." Gilda informed me while lifting up my blanket. I gave her a weak smile hoping she wouldn't tickle me again. She smiled back. "So, how does it feel to own the chili burger patent?" A patent-

"Really?" I enquired gently, a little shocked. Gilda nodded.

"You are taking in the Grios pretty rapidly now." Gilda informed me, as if it was something completely normal.

"So... where am I?" I asked, not recognizing the deep woods and paint adorning the room.

"My room, sweet cheeks. Couldn't get you down the stairs to your room." Damn Gilda calling me Sweet Cheeks! Still that explained me not recognizing the place, now for question two.

"Did we... fuck?" I asked, feeling much less shame than I expected. Gilda blinked and started to laugh.

"What would you do if I said yes?" Gilda teased, revealing that we hadn't. I reached over and petted her feathery crest.

"I'd demand you get Celestia to let me visit my dimension real quick. I need to check on my parents, and I want my computer." I told Gilda, only half joking. She blinked and looked thoughtful... ohh no.

"I'm guessing that works regardless if we've done it yet?" Gilda implied gently, and began to saunter over the remarkably large bed.

Shit, brain, this is the last time I swear! Fuck you Alex, just fuck her already. Brain, fine.

"Yes." I answered. Gilda went wide eyed, and I propped myself up on my elbows.

"Anything?" Gilda asked, hunger in her voice. I shivered, but couldn't find the will to say no. "Awesome." Gilda whispered sultrily into my ear. She leaned in, kissing my stomach again, sending tremors up my spine. Then she bolted out the window.

"Huh?"

I lay back on the bed, still stunned by this morning's events. If I really went through with this, I couldn't really call it rape, could I?

No you can't Alex.

I know brain, but I wouldn't be in this mess if you'd did your job and stopped me from mentioning the whole belongings back in reality thing.

I am you stupid.

I know, but... computer! I-wait, ha! You just called yourself stupid!

No, you did, idiot.

Ohh yeah... Wow this is pathetic.

Tell yourself about it.

Hardy har har, brain.

I was broken from my one mind comedic duet by the sound of a predator entering the room, Celestia.

"Hey, Alex. Gilda tells me you'll eat her out if I temporarily send you back to your own dimension." Celestia informed me. My immediate thought was to go 'no she didn't,' but my second thought reminded me that this was Gilda, and thus she probably did. I nodded in confirmation. "Good, but I'm afraid I can't send you back without a bomb-collar on."

"What?!" I shouted in surprise before my thoughts could catch up.

"Well duh, I need some way to ensure that you actually come back." I felt a ghostly Adam's apple drop in my throat. "Why do you want to go yourself instead of allowing myself to teleport the contents of your room?" Celestia asked as if that was an obvious question.

"One, I had no idea you could do that. Two, there are somethings on my computer that I have to change or they'll be useless without Internet." Celestia blinked in surprise as if realizing something.

"We have Internet. I can just have it routed to your room." Celestia intoned plainly... WHAT?! "Still, I'm assuming you are referring to your steam account? We've already hacked steam, made a new account, and transferred all your cloud data over." I- "You are way too easy to predict, Alex." Ohh, but why- "We couldn't let a missing person play on their Steam account. It would freak out your parents and get the account deleted."

Oh yeah... that. My parents! "Don't worry about them either. In a week or so we will be sending you back to explain how you felt wrong in your body and got a sex change. They will question the lack of scars, and your voice, but my agents have created some good lies for you.' I- "Now, don't blink."

There was a flash of light and the contents of my room were there when the spots cleared away. Of course Celestia would trick me. "I'll go give Gilda the good news."

For some reason that didn't bother me anymore .

Gilda strode in, as promised, moments later. She gave the furniture and assorted knick knacks one look over before unfurling her wings and pouncing onto me.

"Alex, are you sure you're up to this right now?" She asked to my immediate shock. The question stunned me, but it also punctured a hole in my armor that I could feel my anger draining out of. This wasn't so bad. I hadn't seriously expected her to be worried about me.

"I-" I blushed as the exact nature of the situation was finally realized in my mind. I was in a girl's body, in another dimension, under a horny griffon who was ten times my strength, and she was asking me if I was ready to get my brains fucked out. My old male brain screamed at me to say yes, my new female brain bits appeared to by blushing a bright red, logic was still hungover, and honor was stoically forcing blood into intimate parts to pressure me into fulfilling my word. "Ye-"

I was cut off by Gliding Dagger's beak as it pressed roughly against my mouth and let her tongue snake between my lips. the beak was strangely tender, and to my shock I could feel teeth against my lips as I gave into the tongue demanding entrance. Then, my world was spun around, and I found myself above the griffon, sitting. Gilda pushed me off her beak and sat me up. I just stared down, the shock had yet to wear off.

"Mmm," Gilda moaned, in what sounded like pleasure, before she pulled me back down against her chest. Before I could talk, I shook as her beak, teeth, and tongue pressed against my neck. I remembered what Gilda claimed it meant to griffons, but I couldn't resist it mentally or physically. Her beak opened up wide and she placed my throat into it, but I wasn't scared. She pulled back, smiling. She had claimed me, but it felt more like a wedding ring than a ball and chain. I was hers, but I owned a little of her too.

She wrapped her wings around my lower back and slowly pushed me forward by my hips. Her beak stayed in place, nipping and biting at each centimeter of flesh as it passed over her. She stopped right when I was sitting on her stomach, and she made me cry out by assaulting my still tender and new breasts. Her tongue took one, while her right claw came into play teasing the other. Most girls had years and years of things rubbing against there breasts, clothes and the such, to desensitize them. I had days, and the nerves were still fresh enough to describe every single bump and taste bud on Gikda's tongue. They were minute, but more than enough to send little quakes up my spine.

My back arched in pleasure as beak replaced tongue, and the sharp tugging sensation was combined with a single wing movement that ended in it slapping against my ass. Gilda smiled around my abused mammary, and spanked me again. The flash of pain and pleasure caused my body to jolt forward, until her beak pulled me back by my nipple. She did this again, and again, and again until I could feel the heat in both abused portions of my body. Then she switched to the other breast, and her other wing attacked my other cheek. This time I tried to call out, but before I could finish a word she forced out another moan instead with another slap. I tried twice more, but got the same result each time.

I collapsed against her fully, and Gilda finally relented. I lay there on her chest struggling to catch my breath. Gilda hadn't broken a sweat.

"You're doing good, but I'm not stopping till you're moaning like a little colt getting stuffed with my fingers." My heart beat out of my chest as colt was automatically translated to little girl. Something pointed but safe, hard but soft rubbed against the crotch of my silk panties. I looked down, and I realized I couldn't see her right hand. It disappeared somewhere behind or under my dress's skirt.

I finally found the will to talk.

"Gilda." I whispered, too out of breath to even talk.

"Mm?" She answered in a teasing moan against my neck. God, I needed to finish this so bad!

"Fuck me." I begged softly as I tried to catch my breath. Gilda's grin spread like wildfire, and my eyes flew open as a single talon pressed into me, in me, against things I had inside of me. Whiteness flashed as she rubbed that thing, stroked, pressed it, fucked it with her fingers. Sparks flew behind my eyes, sparks flew behind my eyes, but my brain was too fried to be scared. My whole body seized up and I could feel the finger being squeezed tight against my walls as a new clear liquid squirted gently from my body.

"Good girl." Gilda whispered, but my eyes were closed. Moments later I found sleep.