The first shades of gold and violet began to grace the eastern sky as Celestia slowly began to raise her sun. It was still somewhat dark and the blinds covering the castle's windows made sure to that the bedroom's occupants got a few more hours of sleep. Two figures, a smaller one and a bigger one moved around in the bed as they seemed to be clutching each other in a romantic embrace. As the sun slowly but surely rose over the horizon, the room over the course of the next half hour became steadily brighter as dawn's first light peeked through the blinds. One soft pink ray of light from the clouds on the eastern horizon glided across the room and towards the bed as time through the early hour of morning passed. Soon the ray of light was upon the couple lying in bed as the boy moaned tiredly and tossed back towards his female partner.
Both occupants of the bed started to stir, but tried to force themselves asleep once again. Their heads were pounding from whatever they had experienced the day before. The smaller occupant was confused after feeling a strange weight on his chest. It was heavy, muscular, and full of silky soft feathers. It was so luxurious that the boy found himself enjoying and questioning these new senses.
'Why does my head hurt so much?' the boy thought.
He thought for a moment to ignore it and just lay back down on to his flat pillow, but found his right cheek laying up against something soft.
Despite the fact that his head was still mush, this softness felt rather nice against his cheek. Definitely much softer than any pillow that he had rested his head on before. He hummed softly to himself as he scooted closer to this new pillow of his.
“Hmmmmmmmm” a fused moan seeped into his ear drums. Immediately, his hand paused, still in the midst of a lost grip on the pillow.
‘What was that?’ the teen thought. Hesitant, he decided to further tighten his grip on the ‘pillow’.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmm,” the same moan echoed in his ear again. His heart skipped a few beats, and then the circulation of the blood to his brain increased dramatically. Though it didn’t take much for him to realize that maybe, just maybe, whatever was in his hand and against his face wasn’t a pillow.
The boy gulped, letting his grip loosen once more... and squeezed.
“Stop that…” the voice whispered out.
"What the heck?" the boy asked bewildered.
The tension in his chest, as well as the beating of his heart added more into his anxiety, he felt something wrap around his waist and downward along his back. Still reluctant to open his eyes, he attempted to wiggle his way out.
However, by the playful contempt that life had for him, the feathered muscled mass wrapped tighter around his body. He tried to wiggle harder out of the grip, but the mass locked on him tighter. Whatever was on him didn’t seem like it was going to let him go anytime soon.
It was then in the midst of his climbing concern that there was a rather steady rhythm beating under his palm. He froze in place, leading all his energy to his thought processes, though it didn’t take much to shout in his mind that he should probably move his hand immediately.
He slowly released the pillow, though now he knew that it definitely wasn’t a pillow. Again, life still had its crude humor against him, as another "claw" quickly gripped his wrist before he could depart. Spike let out a quiet, high-pitched whimper as he tried to break off the grip with fruitless results. Though not painful, the "claw" gripped harder on his wrist as he desperately tried to part.
As much as he would’ve liked to use his other hand to free himself, the entire arm itself was pinned down by the mass which held his body in such a tight locking position, leaving him totally immobilized.
“What the hell!” the voice whispered again, sending chills up the young teen’s spine.
The boy's eyes opened completely to see a set of giant tired golden eyes staring back at him. They belonged to a griffon the boy had had seen hanging out with his friend Rainbow Dash and Pinkie. For two solid minutes, neither said a single word until the griffon broke the silence.
"S-S-Spike?" the Griffon quivered under her breath.
"G-G-Gilda?" the young Dragon asked nervously.
He now wished that he listened to the protest in his brain to open his eyes. Lower down his abdomen he glanced at the muscular mass that pinned him and his arm. The word muscular turned out to be the right description for the mass, it was Gilda's arm and back leg which had grasped him tightly like a vice. The appendages were rippling with muscles under all of the thick layers of down and feathers.
Spike blinked, gathering his thoughts in his mind.
His body felt sore in several areas that he probably figured were from the party from the previous night. . His hand was currently holding good reason for a death sentence as it was pressed up against her chest. Her leg was wrapped around his waist in a tight grip that prevented him from escaping.
The smaller drake raised his head back to Gilda’s eyes hoping for some kind of reasonable explanation. However, she shared the same bewildered expression plastered on her face as he did. He didn’t have to be an expert to know what was going to happen next. He may not know how exactly he got there, but his current position told him everything that’s to follow.
He was in a bed with a hen he barely knew, touching her in places that would give him a metaphorical death sentence. Plus, he was in a position for instant retribution and pain.
He tried to come up with a proper explanation to try to avoid the incoming pain that he believed was inevitable. Unfortunately, all that could come out of his mouth was a series of sounds and squeaks.
“Uhhhhhhh….” he breathed out.
The tension built up higher and higher in the room. He stared upwards at Gilda, and she stared back at him.
She glanced at him, one side of his body to the other, tracing as to why the heck he was in her grasp. Becoming well aware that she had basically had him under half of her body, she instantly became that much more confused than she already was.
“Uhhhhhh…” Gilda too replied. The griffon glanced at the drake’s face and back to his claw, presumed held against his will, then back to his face.
The two opened their mouths to attempt to say something that would explain anything to their current predicament. Each time they opened their mouths, the other would close theirs, an awkward creak passing through their throats, then closing it to let the other speak, cycling back to closing their own.
Eventually, Spike decided to close his mouth altogether.
“Morning,” Gilda said in a mortified tone, breaking the cycle.
“Morning,” Spike replied.
The two teens stared at each other in the awkward silence.The tension of the silence was eating them from the inside far too much to continue further into the conversation, much so from moving, especially with how strange their current position was.
On Spike’s side of the situation much it could possibly hurt him in the long run. He took a few moments to compile the best choice of words that may or may not result in an instant beating.
“Ummm... can I have my hand back?”
"Hm? Oh, yeah. sure."
The griffon released her grip on him as they pushed away from each other and slowly sat up on the bed staring at each other with terrified expressions.
"What did we do last night?" Spike asked.
The gears in her head tried to turn only coming up with one horrifying conclusion.
"Oh my Lady, did we?" she inferred with revulsion.
"I....don't....think so?" Spike replied unconvincingly.
She scanned herself from head to toe, looking for any tell tale signs of lewd activities that may have happened the previous night. After she thankfully found nothing of the sort, she gave a deep sigh of relief.
"Well..."those" areas aren't sore or anything, so I think we're safe," she concluded with a chuckle.
Gilda tried turning around to look at the room, but clutched her head when it started throbbing with intense pain. She laid back down with her face in the pillow, trying to relieve the pain.
"Oh fuck, my head hurts so bad." Gilda whined.
Spike looked around and found a multitude of things lying around. Various socks, bottles of booze, shirts, and...undergarments.
"Why is Twilight's underwear out in the open?" he asked clearly mortified.
"Ponies wear underwear?" Gilda asked in a muffled voice from the pillow.
"Apparently they only wear them under dresses to help reduce wear and tear and chafing." he replied quietly.
Spike's head also was still hurting, but he did his best to ignore it as he tried to process what had happened. Memories started coming back to him bit by bit of the previous night.
Pinkie had thrown a party at the Castle for Gilda to celebrate her moving to Ponyville after they had reconciled in Griffonstone. Berry Punch brought nine dozen bottles of booze with her as the dancing began to get underway. He remembered that he began talking with Gilda about everything now that she was a lot more friesndly to approach. She accepted his offer for a dance and he started having fun. Gilda twisted his arm into trying alcohol for the first time, even after Twilight's protests, and everything after that became a blur. The only thing he could remember were scattered images and a pineapple being thrown at Twilight's head.
"I think we were throwing you a party last night," Spike groaned as he rubbed his aching head.
"Classic case of a hangover." she groaned back. "Congratulations kid, you've just had your first."
"Twilight is gonna gut me like a trout." the drake lamented as he put his face in his claws.
"My Dad threw me a party after having my first hangover."
"Well you griffons are really out there. When it comes to hardcore stuff."
"Yeah, I guess we are."
"I'd better quickly clean up. If she thinks we did...."things", she's gonna toss me in the same cell as Tirek," Spike stated with shrunken pupils.
Spike quickly picked up the room despite the protests in his head and his stomach in an attempt to avoid Twilight's wrath. Unfortunately, he immediately regretted all of the running around as his stomach went into a code red as he ran to the bathroom and heaved his entire stomach's contents. The heaving continued for five minutes as Spike completely evacuated all of his lunch. His entire body felt like it was rejecting itself as he sweated violently and alternated between wet and dry heaves.
"Got enough room for two faces in that toilet, short and handsome?" Gilda quipped weakly with a sweet smile.
Spike turned around to see the disheveled Gilda up and about. She was holding her stomach and looking paler than usual as he knew what was about to happen. He held his mouth closed for a few seconds as he moved towards the tub to continue his heaving while Gilda took his place. They continued this for a few more minutes until their bodies relieved themselves of the discomfort and the noxious chemical that had invaded their systems..
Turning the faucet on slightly, Spike washed the offending stomach fluids down the drain as Gilda flushed. They looked at each other for a few seconds until they began to painfully laugh at the situation they had gotten themselves into.
"Well, I think we should check up on the others." Spike groaned. "They are probably in worse condition than we were."
"Yeah, Dash can hold her liquor fine, but she goes overboard," she chuckled. "Last time we drank like this, she woke up in a Hoofball team's locker room. Upside down on top of one of the locker's, mind you."
The duo hobbled their way out of the bedroom and into the hallway, finding everywhere completely trashed. Rolls of toilet paper, streamers, balloons, and empty bottles of cider were thrown about all over the marble floors. They made their way down the hall and towards the main entrance where they vaguely remember the party occurring the previous night. Every once in a while they would come across a familiar pony laying right in the middle of the hallway, with their breath reeking of alcohol.
Making it outside into the main entryway, the duo found a mess of ponies, cider bottles, confetti, cake, and lingerie in places that they should never be remotely associated with. Some of Spike's friends were even more worse for wear as they found Fluttershy sleeping in the bottom drawer of a dresser, Pinkie Pie could be seen hanging off of a big ribbon strung across the room, and Rainbow they saw sleeping in between the rungs of the castle's ornate entryway chandelier. Rarity and Twilight were no where to be seen except for Applejack who looked the best out of all of them. She seemed to be sleeping soundly in a chair by the wall with her hat leaning over her face.
"Holy crap!" Gilda exclaimed.
Spike fainted dead away at the sight.