Life after the Party or Picking up Monster Girls

Life after the Party

Or

Picking up Monster Girls

Chapter Ten

Marritt’s Bakery - Six days later - Fluttershy’s P.O.V.

I watched as Pinkie worked behind the counter. Like her I was getting a stipend for living expenses, and other necessities as needed, but I really wanted to do something in order to earn extra money. I had put in at the local Zoo, because I love working with animals. Thinking about the animals back home I couldn’t help but worry. I knew that Discord said that he would keep an eye on them, and I knew that he would. He always has been a good friend, and I know that he likes to do things for me. But at the same time I hope that Angel Bunny won’t give him too hard of a time.

I slowly left that thought and looked at Pinkie working so happily at what she’s doing. I had put in at the Zoo a few days ago, but Josh said that it takes time for them to contact someone for an interview. Just the thought of talking to somepony, or creature rather, that I don’t know was so unnerving. I’ve never been very good when it came to tense situations, and an interview would be tense. I told that to Josh, but he said that it shouldn’t be a hard interview. Instead that the best thing I could do was to be myself.

But what if being myself was the kind of thing that they didn’t want? What if I sounded like somepony that thinks she knows more than they do about animals? What if they think that I was being condescending to them, and then they tell me that I couldn’t work there? I didn’t want that to happen. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I looked at Pinkie who was smiling at me. She held out a cupcake, and I took it from her. She grinned as I bit into it, and I breathed.

“Worrying about the job huh?”

I nodded, “Yes, I just don’t know if I can do the interview.”

Pinkie smiled at me, “Well, Merniva told me that they’ve opened a whole bunch of medical dispensaries, around, and that they really help people who are nervous and anxious all of the time. Apparently one of the girls that works here was really anxious all of the time, and she went there, got a prescription, and now she’s able to deal with being in the public. Although they said that she gets the munchies really bad.”

I considered that for a little bit. Having something that would help me not feel so socially anxious would be nice. It might even help in getting through the interview. I smiled and watched as Pinkie went back to working on the baked goods that she was making. I had seen her working at Sugarcube corner before, but seeing here more out in the open was seeing her truly in her element. Even with her wearing a hairnet, which honestly made lots of sense, she was working circles around everyone else. I waited until she took a break, which wasn’t until the nice lamia said that she needed to take a break. When she did I waited for her to step out into the lobby with me. We took a seat together at a small table.

“Pinkie, where are these dispensaries?” I asked.

She grinned, “Oh, Merniva said that they’re all over, but I think that there’s one about two blocks down the street if you want to go and look at it.”

I thought about that. Two blocks wasn’t that far, and maybe it would be nice to see what they had to offer. I started to say something when Pinkie came back to me. I hadn’t realized it, but she had already clocked out.

“Pinkie, umm, don’t you have longer at your shift?”

She grinned, “Nopearooni! I came in this morning at four am, and it’s already twelve thirty pm, so I’ve been here for over eight hours. Time to get off and go do whatever for the rest of the day! So, do you want to walk down to that dispensary?”

I nodded. It would be better to walk to it with a friend instead of going on my own. We left the building, and together we walked down the dispensary that Pinkie was talking about. The front glass had a design on it that seemed nice and calming. There was a circle, kind of like the simbol that I saw on that drink that Josh got me, Pepsi, and there was three lines running behind it. Pinkie walked with me up to it, and together we stepped inside of the building. Stepping in I was greeted with the sight of a human behind the counter, a doctor sitting down with someone, and another human that was putting out what looked like little candies and cookies inside of a glass display shelf.

“Welcome to Mojo Risen Medical Dispensary, how may I help you two ladies?”

Pinkie stepped forward, smiling brightly, “Oh, my friend here is really anxious when it comes to crowds, or meeting somepony new, or being in tense situations…”

I touched her, “Ummm, Pinkie, that’s enough,” I said.

She grinned and nodded, “But she’d like to look into something that would make her less anxious.”

The guy nodded, and then studied us for a moment, “I’m going to guess that neither of you have a medical card yet, right?”

I looked at him, hiding my face slightly behind my mane, “Umm, no, is that a problem?”

He simply gave us both a kind smile, “Not at all. The doc will be free in a just a moment. While you wait please have a seat, enjoy some TV, or you’re welcome to have some snacks that we have out for customers while they wait on being seen,” he said before he looked at the doctor, “Hey doc, when you’re finished this young lady would like a consultation.”

He got a nod, and then we took a seat near the counter. Pinkie looked at the snacks, and she handed me a bottle of water. I opened it and tasted the clean taste of the water as it entered my mouth. I sipped on the water for a few minutes before I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I looked up at the human standing there. He grinned, at me and motioned toward the seat that was no longer occupied by the other person that had been in there.

“Good afternoon miss, as I understand it you’re suffering from some anxiety problems, is that right?”

I nodded, “Y...yes. I don’t do well in crowds, or around strangers, or in tense situations, or… oh pony feathers I’m afraid of almost everything.”

He smiled compassionately at me, “Well, that’s part of what we do here. What we sell does help some individuals deal with anxiety, it also helps others with severe pain, and there’s studies that are currently ongoing that have been studying its effect on cancer and if it would be a viable resource in controlling, or healing, cancer itself.”

His hair was in a ponytail, and he had a very nice smile. I could see the way he looked that he was concerned with my welfare, and that made me feel better about talking to him. I nodded, and then looked at the ground, “I… Umm… I mean I want to do an interview for a place, but I’m afraid that I’m going to be too anxious to get on.”

He nodded, “I see, and has this anxiety caused other problems in your life?”

I looked up at him, “Ummm, yes, it’s very hard for me to speak up when somepony, or somecreature, is doing something that is wrong. And I don’t like to be assertive, even though I know that sometimes I have to be.”

He rubbed the beard he had growing, which I noticed was speckled with white hairs among the black ones. In truth it looked to be almost an even amount of each. After a few moments he grinned at me and then began to write out a few things. He then handed me a slip of paper.

“Okay, in order to get you your card we will need you to fill this out. I’ve worked with some of the other Demihumans, including centaurs, and I’m going to assume that your physiology is similar to theirs. It is something of a guessing game when it comes to other species, but we do take things like weight, experience with the plant, and illness into consideration,” he said, “We just need you to finish filling this out, and it looks like James has went to break, but Brenda is up there now. Take it to her, and she will scan it into the system, file it for you, and then we just see if it can be issued quickly, or if there will be a wait.”

I smiled, and I looked at the paper. It asked my name, so I wrote it down. It asked for age, which I was fine with letting them know that I was twenty-four years old. It wanted to know my sex. I assumed it meant my biological gender and not how I like to have sex. Because if it meant the other that would be a little awkward. I put down female on the space provided. I then looked at what he had written. I could see where he put down that I have severe anxiety along with possible Anthropophobia and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I signed my name, and then I walked it up to the front to the slightly older human female.

She gave me a smile and then took my paper. I watched as she fed it into the top of a scanner, which I had watched them do the same with the scrolls that we had brought from home, and then she entered a few things on the computer. She emailed it off, and within a few moments her computer dinged with a response.

“Huh, well look at that,” she said as she printed off the slip of paper for me, “Looks like the Interspecies Division stepped up for you. You’re covered to have access, so, how would you like your medical marijuana?”

She showed me the plant, and I instantly knew what it was! I’d seen it and had it with Treehugger and Budding Flowers before. Both of them had told me that it was safe, and I remembered that it made me feel really mellowed out.

“Oh, I’ve eaten this before,” I said, “My friend Treehugger grows this kind of plant back home.”

She smiled, “Well, that’s nice, so you’ve experienced eatables. We’ll keep that in mind, but do you want to eat, smoke, or vape it?”

I looked at her, “Vape?”

She pulled out a pin, and she let me look at it. It was designed to hold some kind of liquid, and then she pushed a button, sucked in a breath, and then let it out. When she did there was a small cloud of steam.

“That’s vaping. It’s not as harsh as smoking it. It also helps to contain the amount that you’re taking in,” she said, “Now, some folks are all about smoking it, so if that’s your decision we’ve got several strands to choose from. Although, if you’ve eaten it before I believe we’ll start you out on something like this.”

She pulled up a small baggie.

“Oh?” I asked.

She nodded, “This strand is called Sweet Rainbow Kisses. It’s pretty mild, although you’ll want to hold in your breath if you’re smoking. If you’re doing eatables I’d suggest brownies or popcorn balls as a start out.”

I looked at it, and I saw a glass tube, “What’s that?”

She smiled, “That’s a bong, and you can use it to smoke. That said, it actually helps to keep the smoke from being too harsh, and I can promise that it will be a nice mellow taste.”

I studied it, and smiled, “I’d like a pong and some of the Sweet Rainbow Kisses please.”

She grinned, “Okay, one Bong, and three grams of Sweet Rainbow Kisses coming up.”

She got everything ready for me, and then she looked at me, “Look, I know that you said that you’ve eaten it before, but would you like to use it in the safety of one of rooms, or do you want to just do this at home?”

I thought about it, and I hadn’t seen anypony, anyhuman, or anycreature else smoke in the house. I didn’t want to cause a problem, so I looked at her, “Ummm… here, if you don’t mind.”

She nodded, led me to a small room, showed me how to pack the bowl, and then she handed me a lighter, walked out, and I lit the small packed bud. I took a small breath of it when it began burning, and I felt it fill my mouth. The taste was different than I expected, but I pulled it into my lungs, held it and then breathed it out. I took another couple and I could feel a little something.

Mojo Risen Medical Dispensary - Pinkie’s P.O.V.

I watched some of what was on the TV, mostly cartoons because they’re funtastic, until I heard Fluttershy coming back. I looked up to see her walking in nude, holding her dress in one hand, the bong in other, and her smile was infectious!

“I can smell colors!” she exclaimed.

My eyes widened, because wooowie! Whatever they had given to Fluttershy sure made her way more open and free! I watched as she walked toward me, her smile never leaving her muzzle.

“Pinkie, where’s Josh? I...I want to rut him into the bed, Oh, I’m so hungry, can we go back to your bakery and get a whole cake, maybe two of them?”

The nice lady that was behind the counter came around, and slowly they began to talk to her, and after a few minutes they got her dress onto her. They looked at me, and I have only really ever been expected to be responsible for Pound and Pumpkin before. It was different when it came to being responsible for my friends. Most of the time they had to be responsible for me.

“I’ll get her home,” I said.

The lady filled another baggie for her, drained and wrapped her bong, and placed both into a dark bag for me.

“Try to get her to use less next time,” she said.

I nodded, and together we walked out, and I thought about waiting for the bus, or walking home, but that seemed to not be a great idea at the moment. Thankfully Nicky had bought me one of those cellphone thingies, and he showed me how to use it. I reached into my mane, found it, and pulled it out. When I did I entered the pin I set for it, after Nicky showed me how, and then I found his number under the contacts. He said to just push the button and it would call him. I did, I heard it rang, and then after a moment I heard him answer.

“Pinkie, I just got off, it’s a short day, something wrong?” he asked.

“Ummm, maybe, could you come and pick me and Fluttershy up at the bakery?”

I heard a laugh, “Sure, I’m just pulling out and I should be there in about ten minutes.”

I silently thanked Celestia, told him I loved him, and then ended the call. I put my phone back, and then I walked with, half carried, Fluttershy back to Marritt’s Bakery. When we got there I helped her take a seat, but she was still talking about how good the air tasted, and how awesome orange, pinke, and blues smelled. I understood, after all I could smell colors most of the time too, but this didn’t seem right. She was kind of talking like Budding Flowers did after she ate about four stalks of… Oh… That makes sense.

After a couple of minutes Nicky pulled up, he looked confused, and we got into the truck.

“So… What’s wrong with Fluttershy?” he asked.

I grinned, “Oh, she just got a medical card, and we went to the dispensary, and she used this bong thing, and then she got really happy, and walked around nude.”

He nodded, “She got good and baked, ah, that makes sense.”

I looked at him, “Baked?”

He nodded, “It’s an old term for when someone smokes some marijuana. Especially if they’ve smoked too much of it. From the sounds of it she’s not real used to it.”

I grinned, “I don’t think so. I know that Treehugger had her try it before, but I don’t think that it’s something she normally does.

“Where’s Josh? I wanna suck his cock!” Fluttershy blurted, “Oh, and a Hayburger! I could so eat like fifteen hayburgers right now!”

He looked at me, “Yeah, I think that we, and Josh, needs to help her learn portion control.”