Surprise! You're Engaged!

Warmth.

Feathers.

Fur.

Light.

Sun.

I was awake now. The senses reporting in one at a time. My mind still processing the data, but my hard drive was just about warmed up.

"Hey sexy." A familiar and sultry voice whispered in my ear. I turned in something's warm embrace. There was another heartbeat besides mine. It was pleasantly synched with mine. Kind of like it was...

I slept with Gilda... holy shit. We, well, I got fucked... Wow. I didn't think I could survive something like that, much less enjoy it.

"Turn around." Gliding Dagger whispered gently. I couldn't see a reason not to, so I rolled a 180 while Gilda relaxed her hold on me. Hot breath brushed against my cheeks before the strange beak edge met my lips. No tongue this time. "Still not sure about the whole marriage thing," the griffon admitted, "but this is certainly different from my usual one night stand. Normally I'd have left out the window and come back in a few hours, long enough for most to leave."

I opened my eyes, and I looked up into Gilda's. They were such a pleasant amber. Funny, I hadn't noticed till now.

I think I have a crush on Gilda.

I didn't tell Gilda. How could I? We were already engaged anyway. It wouldn't really mean anything at this point. Still, things were looking up, I guess. I was about to marry a rich person my own age, I still had Internet and access to games, and I didn't have to worry about a job of college anymore.

If this room was any indicator, I'd be living it pretty a pretty opulent lifestyle as a Princess's wife... Whatever one would call that. The rich mahogany, or similar dark wood, paneling was far more than I'd ever be able to afford. If the internet was just as good...

But, were my freedoms really so cheap? Would money, Internet, and games really convince me to give up most of my rights?

Sadly, I couldn't really say no. I'd never needed much back on Earth. I hadn't been happy, but I had been content.

God I was-

"Mmph!" I cried out in surprise as a griffon's beak pressed against my lips. Instinctively I gave the lip like edge a soft lick. There was a rough but feminine chortle as Gilda pinched my arm.

"Very nice babe, but I'm going to be late. Huh? Late for-

"Aaaah!" "Thump." I groaned as I picked myself off the, thankfully, soft red carpeted ground and stood on my hands and knees. Late for what?!

"Mmmm, I like that position." Gilda whispered on the bed moments before four strong legs landed around me and fur brushed against my back.

"Gilda, I-I thought you were going to be late." I stuttered out, shocked and embarrassed. Gilda laughed gently into my ears, but climbed off slowly.

"I admit that I prefer pony ears; they are much easier to nibble on." Gilda admitted as I took off my stained and wrinkled dress. I gave her a suitably confused look. "Sorry." Was all she said in answer. Perhaps... she and Rainbow Dash, or some other pony, had been lovers?! Her tone was certainly sad, and I'd feel sorry if I brought up an ex's traits in front of a girl... If I ever had a ex or a girl.

I grimaced as the ‘juice’ stained lower part of the dress clung to my skin. Without a second thought I slipped off it and the panties underneath. I had on a bra last night, but it was no where to be seen.

Gilda was staring, and I realized that I had just undressed in front of someone I still barely knew. I know it's weird considering what we did this morning, but I hurriedly wrapped the blanket around my body in embarrassment.

"Ha! Now you're like a present to unwrap. I'm beginning to see why you humans liked clothing so much." I was too busy blushing to correct her, but I certainly planned on doing so later.

“Don’t worry Sweet Thing,” well, it was better than Sweet Thighs, “I've got some work to do today. I’ll see you later.” And then Gilda just flew out the window.

I wondered what sort of work Gilda had. What sort of princess shit would anyone entrust to someone like Gilda? Was there a foreign Diplomatic and Sexual Harassment Department for Griffonia, or did they have a PaVPR (Public and Very Private Relations) Department? Both possibilities were funny and far from probable, and yet so was the idea of a land filled with magical talking ponies and being transported there to be a lesbian griffon’s fuck buddy for life.

I looked around. Where were my clothes? I mean, besides the girlcum soaked pile of ex-clothes in the corner.

I… shit. Gilda left me without clothes to wear!

“Madame?” A stuffy voice called from the hall. Thinking it was for Gilda, I let it go unanswered. “Miss … Alex?” The voice clarified, to my eminent shock. Being naked, aside from my blanket, I decided to just answer vocally instead of actually going to the door.

“Yeah?” I cringed as the syllable left my mouth. I knew that if I was going to live in a castle I couldn’t make it hard on myself, but sadly my mouth sometimes forgot that.

“ah-hum. Ma’am, I, your company’s representative, have a report for you.” I-huh? I guess Gilda had mentioned me having a patent, and Grios whatever those were, but what company?

“What company?” I decided to just ask. The voice cleared its throat.

“The… Bacon-Chili Burger Joints Inc. I believe that we've several franchise rights and policies to go over.” I… the fuck… I guess I just had to use this to my advantage.

“Get some of my clothes from my room, and bring them here. Then we talk.” I ordered sharply. There was a soft padded set of footsteps going away from my room. I let out a breath I hadn't noticed I was holding. You’d think that our body would immediately notice stuff like that, but apparently I was a stereotypical story character, bated breathe and all.

I sat down, blanket and all, and decided to visually check things out.

There were the aforementioned mahogany walls and furniture, and the soft red carpeted floors. The ceiling, now that I noticed it, was a pleasantly dark blue. I realized that a room like this was surprisingly well light, because despite the dark colors it seemed vibrant and bright. I turned about to discover the cause. I couldn't see a cause.

Where in the room was this light coming from? Were…. wait. The shadows were all on the undersides of the furniture, so the room’s light was from above, but above was only… a dark blue ceiling?

I was looking up again, and, to my shock, what once was a dark blue now was bright blue sky, clouds and all. A breeze came in, and I blinked.

The sky was gone, leaving the dark blue ceiling.

Why, for fuck’s sake, was Gilda’s roof enchanted?! Why couldn't she just have windows like a normal person?! I… wait… she had left through a window! Where had it-

There was one right there on the wall, plain as day. How had I missed it?! I looked about the room, and was shocked, but not too shocked, to discover that the shadows now matched this new source of light.

With a groan, I collapsed back onto the bed as a headache hit me.