Life after the Party

Or

Picking up Monster Girls

Chapter Four

I slowly opened my eyes to see my breath forming in the air. Memories of various winters came to mind, but that shouldn’t be right. Yes, it was getting later in the year, but the actual colder part of winter usually held off for November or December. Since there had been so many mild winters I knew that we were certainly scheduled for a hard, and cold, winter. I stretched, trying to loosen up, and I looked to see my windows frosted over. Part of me wondered if maybe I had managed to sleep into winter, but instead a musical giggle caught my attention.

She was barely five feet, if that, and her build was more on the petite side. She was wearing what looked like an oversized tee shirt, a pair of shorts which seemed to be rolled up until they molded to the shape of her ass perfectly, and then she had on a pair of knee high socks that more went up to mid thigh on her. Her raven colored hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she seemed to carry herself with a sense of purpose.

“Good morning,” she stated.

For once I was thankful that I had been tired enough to simply fall asleep in a pair of boxers. I looked beside the bed, grabbed a shirt, which felt like it had frozen solid, and slipped it on. Instantly I was regretting my decision, but with how cold it felt I wasn’t going to take too many chances. She moved toward my bed in a way that practically screamed a predator selecting her prey. Slowly she crawled onto the bed, and I could feel the intense cold radiating off of her. Still, something wasn’t right. Per Ms. Jones suggestion I had began reading over the information about my roommates. With Andrew it was pretty simple. Legends about Zombies had existed for years.

Of course I had learned that he, and several others that escaped with him, had been sacrificed and brought back by a Necromancer years earlier. In truth Andrew was old enough to be my grandfather. His turning had happened sometime back in the sixties, around the time that Kennedy was President, and from what I understood was that after he was turned into a corpse with a soul attached to it. Basically he could learn, adapt, but the core of who was when he died was exactly who he was stuck as. For him it was a young man that was a bit of an asshole. But in truth I liked Andrew for those exact reasons. Sure, he could change to some degree, but for the most part he was always going to be same person he was when I met him.

Still it wasn’t Andrew in my room, and it wasn’t him that was making the entire room feel like it was a blizzard. I looked at Yuki as she neared me, her petite body over my own, and I glanced toward the wall to see that the themortat had been turned down below forty degrees. I looked back at the frosty beauty above me. I shook my head, scooted back, and tried to move toward the edge of the bed only to feel the coldest touch that I’d ever felt in my life. She moved until she was pressed against my back, and I could feel the way her smaller frame pressed against me. I felt panic as my body began to feel numb, and then the door to my room opened.

“Brrrr, it’s cold in here! I wanted to see if y…” the voice of Pinkie started before she obviously noticed what Yuki was trying to do.

“Get off of my stallion!”

(Pinkie Pie’s P.O.V.)

Seeing that stallion stealing snow mare practically made me want to tear that snide look right off of her face. I could see the way my Nicky was shivering and starting to turn blue! I growled and rushed toward her, There was absolutely no way she was going to claim my stallion! I grabbed her off of him only to feel the cold rolling off of her. It felt like I’d tried to give a hug to a Windego, and I wasn’t the kind of pony that’d do that, well, unless the Windego was sorry for being a meanie pants and wanted a party, but Yuki wasn’t interested in any kind of party except for the kind that made two ponies sweaty, and that wasn’t going to happen with my stallion!

I felt her grab my arms, and they felt so cold. I almost dropped her, but instead I held onto her, my eyes looking into hers as I turned and pressed her against the wall. She let out a pained yelp, but I wanted her to realize that she made a mistake. She needed to understand that this was my stallion, and that I wasn’t going to let her come in and try to steal him away. After a moment I felt the room getting warmer, and Yuki seemed weaker. I looked over at Nicky who looked peeved.

I let go of Yuki, and she slid down to the floor. Instead of getting onto her Nicky extended his hand to her. I watched as he helped her up, and then he helped her out of his room. He turned toward me, and the cold that I had felt finally caught up with me. I felt a little numb, like when I had went way past the frozen north looking for the Greatest Gift Givers, but then I felt his hands on my sides. He leaned in, and I felt his forehead touching my own. He was giving all of the signs, everything that a mare needs to know in order to know that a stallion accepted her as his own. I leaned forward and once again I found him sweeter than frosting.

(Nick P.O.V.)

There was so much that was going through my mind. A part of it was wondering if this was something I was okay with doing. I’d went over the Interspecies Bill, and there wasn’t anything against having a relationship with a demihuman as they were calling the girls. The question that came to my mind was what would happen, but I found myself caring far less than I believed I would. Instead I was in the moment, and that was something new. I’d never been someone that simply lived for the moment. Granted, I liked surprises, most of the time, but I tended be the kind of person who liked plans.

But here I was with this mare, lost in the moment, and following what felt right instead of thinking about it. What felt right went from standing there with her, to being in the bed. She slipped out of her shirt, and I couldn’t help but admire her curvy shape. I felt her hands directing my own, and taking that as permission I began to feel the curves that was presented before me. As our makeout session began to move toward something more the sound of the door was ignored, or it was until Pinkie pulled back.

I looked in the direction she had turned and there I saw the other Equestrian. Standing just a bit behind her was Josh. I noticed the slight smirk on Josh’s face, but Fluttershy looked like there was a deep blush on her cheeks. She turned her head.

“Ummm, I was going to ask if you wanted to maybe go get some breakfast…”

Pinkie giggled, and even with the snort I found it endearing. She felt so warm, so alive, so natural, and there was simply so much happiness and joy wrapped up inside of her. That might have been part of what was helping me to live in the moment instead of wanting to plan everything out, but regardless I found myself wanting to be with her. She slowly got off of me, grabbed her top, and pair of jeans I didn’t realize she had took off during our makeout session, and quickly got dressed. I grabbed my shirt from the floor, pulled it on, and got up. Walking toward the closet I grabbed a comfortable pair of jeans, and then I checked the time. I wanted to curse, but I kept myself from doing it.

I was already up, and there was no changing that, but I did have to work today. Specifically I had to go in at one pm and work until ten pm. Good old closing shift for Best Buy. It meant that I could go to breakfast, maybe do a couple of fun things, and then get ready for the next set of rotating shifts. The next nine days were all work days, but at the end of it I did get four days off in a roll. That was more than worth it. I looked at Josh who was obviously thinking the same thing.

“Work today?”

He nodded, “Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I’m just not looking forward to answering questions from someone that could have just read the instructions and not broke whatever it was they bought.”

Fluttershy, who was still trying not to look at Pinkie or I, followed the rest of us out to my old Ford. I opened the passenger door and soon the four of us climbed into it. Josh took the backseat, and near him was the buttery yellow Pegasus. Pinkie took her seat right in the middle, as she had before, and I felt her curly mane as it rested against my shoulder. The drive wasn’t long, but I had a pretty good idea of what would go over for breakfast. The four of us pulled up to a Waffle House, and we stepped out.

Like most of the Waffle Houses out there it looked pretty much the same. The same old yellow sign, the bright yellow interior, the rich red tables, counter, booths, and chairs, and then the smell of syrup and waffles covering everything. We went to a booth and took a seat. Looking across at Josh and Fluttershy I noticed how she was acting toward him. Her hand was lightly lying on his, the two of them had the signs of being a couple, but I didn’t want to press it. If they were then I was more than fine with it. Josh himself was a decent enough fella, and to be honest after that last girlfriend I felt that he needed to find someone a little better.

The waitress walked over, and I could tell that she was another demi human. She looked wolfish in a strange way, but I didn’t want to be rude. Instead she walked near us, her brownish fur covered with her uniform, combed, and with a bright smile she greeted us.

“Welcome to the Waffle House! I’m Suzie! What would you like? Have you tried the bacon? Because it’s the best! Oh and the coffee! You’ve got to have a cup of coffee! It’s the single greatest thing in the world!”

I grinned, “I’d like an Orange juice.”

“Oh, a glass of chocolate milk please!” Pinkie replied with a giggle.

“Ummm, I’ll have a cup of coffee, with some sugar and cream, if you don’t mind,” Fluttershy said.

“Lemonade please,” Josh replied.

“Sounds good! Do you know what kind of waffle you want?”

After a few shrugs Suzie decided to leave a menu with us. I glanced at it, but I noticed that Pinkie Pie was eyeing the peanut butter surprise. After a moment I decided that I’d try the same thing and then we passed the menu over to Fluttershy and Josh. After a few moments Suzie came back and I took a moment to really notice her face. It was humanish, obviously fur covered, her ears were wolfish, and her nose was small and black. She took our order, writing it quickly, and then she made sure that our drinks were to our liking before she left.

“You see that?!”

I looked to see a couple standing in the entrance.

“Yeah, they’ve got a doggirl serving the food, what do you bet she works for scraps?!”

Both of them laughed for a moment before I saw them look toward us, “That ain’t nothin’! Bet those two are a screwin’ those horse girls!”

I stood, “Be respectful.”

The man laughed, “Yeah, sure, horse fucker.”

Before I could get a word out a large man walked out from behind the counter. He easily stood seven foot tall, he was easily made of solid muscle, and he headed straight for the couple laughing.

“Got something to say about my waitress, or customers?”

The guy laughed again, “Yeah, they’re freaks!”

The man pointed his finger, “Get out. I don’t need your business, and you can take your ass right out of here!”

“Hey,” the girl said, “You can’t kick us out! I voted for Hillary!”

The guy growled, “I don’t give a rats ass who you voted for, get your asses out of my restaurant!”

The both of them grumbled, turned around, and then left. The guy turned toward me and gave a smile, “Sorry about that, your breakfast is on the house.”

Author's Note

(AN: And another chapter! Sorry for it taking a bit, but I've been a busy, busy boy. With my new job at the VA I've had little time to do much else.)