Life after the Party or Picking up Monster Girls

Life after the Party or Picking up Monster Girls

Chapter 14

Pinkie Pie’s P.O.V.

It’s super funarific how close Christmas and Hearths Warming is. The tree looks like a Hearths Warming tree, there’s presents, although there aren’t any Hearths Warming dolls, but that’s okay. Nicky decided to watch a movie with me, about a Red Ryder b-b-gun. It was a funny movie, although maybe that colt’s mama was right about him shooting his eye out. After the movie I felt a small combo, which told me that there was about to be a whole buncha family coming, so I started on Christmas Dinner.

I already had a few stones gathered for Mama’s famous Rock soup, Granny Smith’s seven layer bean dip, Applejack’s brown sugar, double wrapped, deep fried, why do you taste so good apple pie, and of course I threw in a couple of fun dishes that I liked to make. Nicky helped and cooked something that he said his mom made, which was her stuffing. It was soo good, and it was so moist. I was so happy that he was helping with vegetarian dishes, even though I knew that he eats a little meat.

Of course in a little while I plan on letting him eat some of my pretty pink princess. I giggled at the thought of that. We cooked, getting everything ready, and I heard everypon… er… everybody else seemingly going along their day. Standing there I felt happy to be making dinner, and I was even more happy that Nicky was helping me. As I worked in the kitchen he worked beside me. His stuffing was made, he worked on a couple of basic pies, and he even found a recipe for a vegetarian lasagna. I looked at the cake that I was baking, and I suddenly felt two hands on my cutie marks. I let out a soft moan as he leaned against me.

I could feel his warm breath as he kissed the back of my neck, the way his hands gently began to knead the cheeks of my rump as he loved on me. Most of the time when we did something we kept it to our bedroom, and I hadn’t really ever done anything in the place where I cook. I began to say something when I felt a hand move from my rump, up my side, and then under my shirt. I felt him grasp my right breast, gently squeezing it, and I found myself grinding against him. We didn’t need to do this here, not while we were cooking, but was really starting to light my party canon!

I knew that my party canon was going to go off, but I really wanted him to stuff it before it did. I looked at what I was making, which was a double chocolate, peanut butter, caramel drizzled, with buttercream frosting cake, and I knew that there was no way I could finish it before I gave in and let Nicky stuff my party canon, pop my pinata, and cream my pie! Still, I tried, and to my surprise I got pretty far before I let out that little moan he loves so much. We both know that moans means that I’m beyond ready.

“Nicky,” I moaned, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Are you sure?”

I shook my head no. I wasn’t sure that I could make it to the bedroom. I felt his hands move, and then I felt my yoga pants start to slide down my rump. To his credit he didn’t get either of us fully undressed, and in seconds he was inside of me. I felt him barely entering, teasing, and driving me completely insane. I was ready to be rutted hard, to have him fill me so completely, and he was teasing me! I pushed back against him as he barely pushed in. The moment I did he went deeper.

The two of us began to move faster, and I felt him filling me. I wanted that. I needed him to fill me. We were so focused on what we were doing that neither of us heard the door, but I heard the sound of my father’s voice from the other room.

“Pinkameana Diane Pie, Where art thou?”

My eyes wided, and I felt Nicky put a hand over my mouth as he began thrusting harder. I grunted and then I felt myself clench down on his wonderful cock. The moment I did he stuffed my party canon so full. I let out a soft moan and we quickly cleaned ourselves up, and I pulled up my Yoga pants and began finishing the cake. I really hoped that the smell of the food we had made would prevent anyone from smelling anything else. I really didn’t want them to know that we were fooling around in the kitchen. I finished decorating the double chocolate, peanut butter, caramel drizzled, with buttercream frosting cake, and then I walked out into the entertainment room to see everypony there. I smiled at them, and walked over to greet them all. It was odd seeing them like I was, but then it made sense that they would look like I did once they crossed the gate. Nicky came out of the kitchen a moment later and he smiled as he neared my parents.

“Nick,” I said, “This is my mama Cloudy Quartz Pie, and my papa Igneous Rock Pie.”

He smiled at them and offered them a hand. Which was I surprised to see my father bypass the hand and instead hug Nicky. Nicky returned it and my papa released him a moment later. He gave him a wide smile as he looked at us both.

“Thou seems like thou art a good sort,” he said, “And from the smells thou hast helped mine daughter in yonder kitchen.”

Nicky nodded, “I thought that I would help cook,” he said, “And Pinkie introduced me to some of your favorite dishes as well.”

I could see that Mama looked a little let down that she wasn’t going to get to help cook, but if they were going to be staying for a few days she might get the chance to help out after all. Looking at mama I asked her if she wanted to help carry everything from the kitchen into the dining area. Nicky had already helped by getting a couple of folding tables they had out of hall closet and setting them up. Once they were up he then brought out some cheery looking table clothes and put them. We began carrying everything out, and I watched as Limestone began questioning Nicky. He was polite, and she was eyeing him. She looked toward me and I noticed that she had a look that she had when she knew something was up.

I couldn’t help but giggle. I was hoping that nopony would know that he was wrecking my pie earlier, but it looked like Limestone already knew. She didn’t seem to say anything, and I was hoping that it would stay that way.

Limestone Pie’s P.O.V.

Ugh, I know mare musk when I smell it, and there was no doubt that I was smelling it on Pinkie’s coltfriend. I didn’t care, and I wasn’t jealous, well not really. I mean it’s Pinkie’s coltfriend. The fact that she found somepony, or human, whatever, that was able to stand her made him fine in my opinion. Still, it’s not like I don’t have wants and dreams. I really, and I mean really, would like to find a special somepony. A nice stallion that I could take home, marry, work the farm with, and have a few foals.

I look at Pinkie’s coltfriend again, and I stopped that line of thought. Pinkie would most likely be like mom, and she’d want to have her coltfriend to herself. That’s fine. I’d be much the same way, and besides I love Pinkie, but having to be around her all of the time, especially if she was getting rutted, would be a bit much. There are certain things that sisters don’t watch their siblings do, and that’s one of them. Still, maybe I’ll get lucky while we’re here and meet somepony. A nice human stallion that has a determined attitude toward work would be fine. Oh, and somepony that understands that I’m in charge.

Nick’s P.O.V.

Slowly everyone began joining us, and to be honest the dinner was bigger than we had expected. Still, between the extra seats that were with the tables and the seats in the entertainment room it was plenty for everyone to have a place to sit. I suggested a buffet style dinner, and we went ahead and began dishing up our food. Naturally we let the elders go first, which ended up being Pinkie’s Parents, Granny Smith, and Grand Pear.

I noticed that one of Pinkie’s sisters, whom seemed to have the most advanced case of resting bitch face I’ve ever seen, kept looking at me. Sure, maybe we shouldn’t have fooled around in the kitchen before finishing up, but it was something that I was certain the both of us needed. Being with Pinkie I had noticed that while she lived for making others happy, and throwing parties, she did tend to wind herself too tight. I had hoped that our little love session would keep her from feeling too wound up.

I talked with her father, explained that I worked at a retail store called Best Buy. I then explained what it was that they sold, and he remarked that they had considered updating their phonograph. He asked about the kinds that were sold, and I explained that it really depended on what it was that he was looking for. Afterward I asked about where Pinkie grew up, and he talked about the rock farm. At which point he waved Pinkie’s sister with the resting bitch face over, and asked that she explain the rock farm to me.

For the next twenty minutes I learned that they actually did farm rocks, but it was to collect the gems inside. Apparently there were sections of their world where the magic pooled into the ground, and into rocks, making it exceptionally easy for them to be found practically on the ground. Moving the rocks from one field to another seemed to help determine the kind of gems that would be inside of them, and on top of that they had a working mine that was the best source of raw diamond in their world.

She basically told me that Pinkie came from a mega rich family by our world’s standards. It was difficult to even attempt to believe. Pinkie didn’t act like someone that came from wealth. She acted like someone that knew what it was to work for a living. In truth so did the rest of her family. Her sister saw my confusion, and I explained it to her. For the first time since she arrived I saw her smile.

“Yeah, we kind of are back home too,” she said, “But the reason we don’t act like a bunch of snobs is because we work for a living.”

She looked at me, “Pinkie’s different, and while she always acts happy, I know she’s not always happy,” she said, “But since being here I can say that she’s been actually happy with you. If for no other reason that makes me like you.”

She gave me a hug, “But hurt my sister and I will shove my hoof so far up your plot that it will come out of your mouth, got it?”

I nodded, “Yeah, and I wouldn’t ever hurt her on purpose,” I said, “She means too much to me.”

She gave me a nod, “We’re going to be staying for a couple of days,” she said, “Any chance that I might get to meet some stallions? Maybe find one that’s interested in mining?”

I grinned at her, “Actually,” I said, “I might know someone. One of our neighbors is in construction. Not exactly mining, but he’s a hard worker, and I know that he got his contractor’s license. The two of you might hit it off.”