Life after the Party

Or

Picking up Monster Girls

Chapter Three

After the girls had visited a large section of the mall, and of course found the food court, it was decided to call the small adventure a day. Naturally I was still concerned about what Ms. Jones had told me. Was I married now? After we got home one of the first things I did was to look up the Interspecies Exchange bill. I pulled up the PDF on my Kindle APP and I began to browse through it. Finally I reached the section about marriage.

‘In order to promote a more peaceful coexistence with our Interspecies, and inter-dimensional, citizens marriage between the species is officially recognized by all of the countries currently engaged with the Interspecies Programs. Hosts Families, Roommates, Co-workers, and Friends of the various Interspecies individuals that are visiting should be warned that there is some species that view a marriage ceremony differently than most human cultures do. For some of these species merely engaging in sexual intercourse is viewed as the primary ceremony, and thus has sealed the union between the two individuals.

This marriage is viewed as legal in all countries engaged with the Interspecies Program. The Current list of species that fall under this category are the following:

Yuki-Onna: Snow Woman. The Snow Women view sexual intercourse as the primary version of marriage. There is no divorce, and a marriage only ends when one of the mated pair has passed. Those who mate with the Snow Women will find that their physiology has changed to better match their mate. Thus ultimately causing them to become an interspecies citizen.

Oka-amii: Wolf-Demons. The Oka-amii view mating as the primary ceremony of marriage. Again, this is for both the male, and female, of their species. They hold the idea of being a mated pair on par with a religious belief. Again, there is no divorce, and the only way the marriage ends is if one of the pair perishes. Mating with an Oka-amii will not result in any physiological change, unlike those who mate with the Yuki-Onna, and will leave the human as a human citizen. Any children that are born will be more alined with the physiology of the Oka-amii resulting in them being an Interspecies Citizen.

Thusly these are the only two known species that view marriage in this way; however, it should be noted that this list is updated after reports are made of other beings falling into the same category.’

Even though it wasn’t a solid no I felt better after reading that. I put the tablet I read it on up and walked out to see Pinkie at the stove. She was preheating the oven, and I noticed that she was working some flour, sugar, butter, milk, eggs, baking powder, and a few other things. I walked closer and caught a glimpse of her making chocolate cake from scratch. That was surprising. I hadn’t actually seen anyone, other than a professional baker, make a cake from scratch before. I took a seat and watched as she sniffed the Nesquik that Josh had bought about a month ago. She took a small pinch, stuck out her tongue, and let the pinch drop on her tongue. She seemed to hold it for a moment, and then nodding that she agreed with the flavor she began mixing it into the mix itself.

She worked with the various cake pans we had. I knew that we had a few, but they hadn’t actually been used to make cakes before. In truth I think the only things we’ve ever used them was the couple of times Josh had made Lasagna, and even that hadn’t been from scratch. But to my surprise she was working with them as if she had been doing so for years. I watched as she greased all four pans, using a spray on coating, and then she began to pour her batter into the pans.

Being unable to stand it I walked in closer and her ears began to flick and turn toward my direction. She looked over her shoulder, noticed me, and gave a bright smile before she continued on with what she was doing. After a moment she put pans to the side and motioned for me to come into the kitchen where she was standing.

“I’m sure this is a dumb question, but what’s with the baking?”

She shrugged, “I realized that we’re friends, and well everypony here is my friend, and I haven’t thrown a party for my new friends, and I couldn’t not throw a party, so I decided to make a cake! After all you can’t have a party without a cake! And since you’re here if you want you can help me with it!”

I gave a slight smile, “Okay, you really don’t have to go through the trouble…”

She shook her head, “Nopearooni! I like to give my friends parties!”

It was technically the weekend, and I didn’t have to go into to work until the next day. As she talked I helped by setting the table, and then getting my bluetooth speaker which I hooked up to my phone. Once that was done I let her find some music on Spotify, and to my surprise she brought up some decent music. I heard a little Andrew W.K., a little dubstep, and even some Queen. She threw together a list, which I wasn’t sure how she did it since I didn’t have the premium service for Spotify, and she set it to playing.

As the music began to play she managed to bring out a box full of streamers, confetti, and other party decorations out of nowhere. Seriously there couldn’t have been a single place she was hiding any of this, but there was suddenly a huge box full of these decorations sitting on the table. I was going to question it, to try and explain it, but then I thought the better of it. Chances were that this was simply something all of her kind could do. With that thought I shrugged it off and helped set up the decorations.

It wasn’t long before the oven dinged that it was preheated, and afterward she put the pans into it. As we worked I noticed that a professional looking cake board was suddenly on the table, and again I didn’t want to question something that might be completely normal for her. I didn’t question a thing about what she was doing until well after she had finished getting everything ready, and then I watched as she turned around, pulled the cakes out, put them down, placed them on the board, cut the rounded parts off, and then she pulled frosting from her hair.

“Okay, how do you do that?”

She looked at me like she didn’t quite understand what I meant.

“Do what?”

I shook my head, “You’re just pulling stuff from nowhere. I mean how is that possible?”

She giggled, “I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s just something that I can do.”

With that she frosted the cake, using just a can of frosting, a butter knife, and somehow it looked professional. I hadn’t said a word about liking chocolate cake, and neither did Josh, but she had made a chocolate cake, with buttercream frosting, and it looked better than something I could buy at the store.I marveled at what I was seeing, and then I watched as she licked the knife clean.

Her tongue, which I had assumed was simply like anyone else’s tongue, slipped out of her mouth and it was comically large and long as it slipped into the nearly empty can of frosting and cleaned it out. I couldn’t help but wonder what all she had used that tongue for, but I quickly put those thoughts away. Instead we both went and got everyone out to the kitchen for the small party that she had put together. When I walked back in I saw games sitting out that I hadn’t helped put there. I rubbed my eyes, looked at Pinkie, and I found that my mind just didn’t want to question it.

There was no way she had time to put the games out and get Andrew, but somehow she had done just that. Chalking it up to something she was able to do I left it alone. Instead we visited as Party Hard blasted from the small bluetooth speaker. Pinkie got us to playing a game of pin the tail on the pony, then she had cups of hard cider, again I had no idea where she got them from, and we began to play a game of beer pong with hard cider. The party lasted for a good couple of hours, and once it was over Andrew said that he had to step out. I didn’t ask a thing, but instead I helped Pinkie clean up.

“Is this all you do all week?”

I looked at Pinkie as she asked the question. I shook my head, “Nope, I work retail, Josh works at a call center, Andrew has his Youtube career, and that’s pretty much it.”

She rubbed her chin, “Is there a bakery that’s hiring? I don’t like to just sit around doing nothing. My mama didn’t raise a pony that needed to be taken care of.”

I looked at her, grabbed my phone, and I began to search Indeed. After finding the local bakeries hiring I saw which ones were set up to have various Interspecies working there, and to my surprise there was one actually in Broken Arrow. After getting the location on the map I offered to take her over to Marritt’s Bakery. The old Ford roared to life after a moment and we began our trip over there. Once we arrived the both of us got out, and we went into the shop.

The smell of rich desserts filled the air as we moved toward the counter. I rang the bell and after a moment I began to hear something moving. I watched as the door to the kitchen opened and out came a lovely looking young woman. She the sides of her face was framed with scales, her ears were long, almost like Elf ears, and I tried not to stare. She gave us both a smile.

“Welcome to Merritt’s Bakery, could I interest you in some of our world famous cookies?”

Pinkie smiled back at her, and instead she offered a resume, again I had no idea where it came from, and a cupcake.

“Nopearooni! I’d like to apply for a job.”

The girl studied her, lifted the resume, and then looked at the Cupcake.

“This is a sample of your baking skills?”

She nodded.

The girl tried the Cupcake, and then she quickly finished it. She held up her hand to indicate that we needed to wait a moment, and then she went back into the kitchen. She came out with an older looking woman. The woman then studied Pinkie for a moment.

“My Daughter-In-Law just told me that you made one of the best tasting Cupcakes she’s ever had,” she said as she studied Pinkie Pie.

I looked at her as well and I almost felt bad for her. She was dressed in a pair of Yoga pants, obviously made for comfort, there was a long sweater that came down in order to cover what would be a camel toe, and it was obvious that she looked good, but she wasn’t dressed professionally. The woman studied her a bit longer and then nodded, “Well, Merniva says you can bake then you can bake. I’ll give you a week, and if I like what you’re making then we’ll talk about being a permanent hire.”

We both left, and before I realized what was happening I had a pink face pressed against my own. Our lips met, and almost as if on autopilot I wrapped my arms around her as we kissed. I didn’t expect it, and to be honest I wasn’t sure that there was going to be anything between the two of us again. It wasn’t like we were a couple. Instead she broke the kiss and those crystal blue eyes stared into my own for a moment.

“N..Not that I’m complaining, but what was…”

I didn’t get to finish the question before there was another kiss.

(Pinkie Pie’s POV)

He was better than frosting. That was the only way I could explain it. He was sweet, and even though I was pretty sure that he didn’t pop my pinata the night before I woke up in his bed I was kinda wanting him to do it now. It wasn’t the job, but it was the little things. He was willing to help me do something without asking for anything in return, and he was just very sweet. It wasn’t hard to find a stallion like that back home, but it was hard to find one that wasn’t already claimed. And right now I was claiming him. He was my stallion.

I finished kissing him, and I could see the dopey and happy look on his face. That was good. That meant that he understood that he was my stallion. I leaned against him as we walked back to his cart. He opened the door for me and I climbed into it. I scooted over to the middle, and once he was inside I leaned against his shoulder again. There was things I planned on doing for him, and perhaps to him, but that would be a little later. I giggled as I thought about how lucky we were to end up all together. If we would have ended up at that apartment then there’s a good chance we wouldn’t have been able to see the kind of stallions we were staying with. As we pulled back up to the house I saw a bunch of construction worker pon...people outside. They were working on a whole ‘nother house. We got out and a human mare walked up toward him. I recognized her. She was the one that met Fluttershy and me at the crossover gate.

“Mr. Cooper, Since your home has three demihumans living in it I figured that it wouldn’t be a problem to introduce another. Yuki?”

I watched as another human looking mare walked up to us. She was very pale, her hair was a soft raven color, and I couldn’t help but shake as she neared us. She smiled and stuck out her hand.

“Hello, I’m Yuki Winter.”

She shook the hand of my stallion, and I watched her carefully. She smiled at him and then she reached out to shake my hand. I gave a smile, shook her hand, and I felt a chill colder than past the Crystal Empire as I shook her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Yuki,” Nick replied.

We walked into the house, and the section that was made for Yuki looked comfortable. I opened the door to it and a blast of cold air brushed past me. I shivered as I closed it.

“Ms. Winter’s room is at a temperature that is the most comfortable for her. Well, I need you to read up on your new roommate, and please, don’t do anything foolish.”

With that she was gone and our new roommate smiled, she looked straight at Nick, and I watched as she leaned over giving him the ability to look down the front of her dress.

“So, does my new roommate have a significant other?”

Instantly I growled at her. This was my stallion. She looked at me, giggled, and then flicked her hair, “Oh, well perhaps not for long then.”

Author's Note

(AN: And another chapter done! I wanted to add a little tension to what was happening, and i felt that Bringing Yuki into it would be a grand idea. All in all I would love some feedback.)