Life after the Party

Or

Picking up Monster Girls

Chapter Five

(Fluttershy’s Perspective)

I know a lot of ponies figure me as a nervous filly. I guess that reputation can be justified, given my timid nature. I was never what one would call a brave pony. Still, looking at Josh, being near him, I felt my courage rise. I didn’t know him all that well. Everything about him made me- excited. I don’t know how to properly express it. He just made me feel- elated!

So that’s how I woke up with the stiffest wings I’ve ever had. And I do mean, ever. I may have had some crushes on a few few colts before, yet they never induced this rather embarrassing condition. I would need to get my wings back to normal before I did anything to day. I had hoped to get a little flying in, not far and not that high.

That agent warned me about airplanes and twilight made me promise not to engage in any high altitude stunts. I almost laughed about that; I am not Rainbow Dash. I really avoided flying past a certain altitude and there was enough things in town to see that I wanted to actually investigate. High altitude flight kinda prevented that from happening.

Still, these wingboners are going to be an issue. Why was I dreaming of Josh, kissing me, caressing me, inserting his pride into my folds… Oh, Faust, if I keep going down that avenue, I’ll end up with a permanent wingboner for the day. I would like to avoid that, if at all possible. My wings aren’t all that big, by Pegasi standards, but by human standards, they might seem huge. I don’t think human doors would allow me to walk through them with my wings completely unfurled, let alone stiff like this.

So, I jumped out of bed, stretched a little to relieve a little stiffness in my body, then gathered my toiletries for a shower. A warm shower normally relieved a Pegasus of stiffened wings or at least it does for me. So I slipped into the bathroom- only to confront a fully nude Josh. By Faust, he is even more amazing nude than when clothed!

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, “I was hoping to get my shower on before Pinkie monopolizes it. That girl with all her hair- It’s wonder the shower isn’t drowning in fine, pink hairs.”

“Y-yes,” I replied, “Pinkie’s mane and tail have often been the cause of clogged drains back home in Equestria.”

“I can imagine,” Josh said, “I’m surprised you don’t have the same trouble.”

“Well, my mane and tail are not as poofy,” I explain, “they’re straight and silky, so it helps in grooming. I don’t need to work on it too hard to keep them straight. Now, my friend Rarity-”

“I’ve heard of her,” he said, “her mane must take hours to get just right.”

“Almost feels like days, really,” I add, “oh, do you need a towel?”

“What?” Josh askes then he he looks down to see his stallionhood hanging in the breese, “oh, yeah, I guess I do. You know where those are, right?”

“Oh, yes!” I reply, and root quickly through the built in linen closet and brought out a towel. I felt a bit sad but guilty as he wrapped up his body in the cloth.

“You going out for a while?” Josh asked.

“Oh, yes,” I answered, “I want to get some time in the air. I don’t my wings to get weak while staying here.”

“OK, cool,” Josh said, “well, good luck and have fun.”

“I will,” I said, before he left. I then quickly stripped out of my pajamas, ran the hot water and cold water together and bathed. I- may have touched myself, using the vision of Josh’s flacid penis as a focal point of my mastubatory session. Ah, how naughty of me! But my wingboner did subside, so there’s that.

(Josh’s P.O.V.)

I left the bathroom and I couldn’t help but consider what had just happened. She was cute enough, not quite as thick as her friend, but then I liked her build. Not to mention she seemed a bit more genuine than Jessica had been. The thought of my ex made me grimace. I shook it off. She was gone, and it was more than good riddance. Nick had been right, but he didn’t wave it in my face either. Instead both he and Andrew had been the friends I knew they were and they helped me deal with the fact that Jessica was more interested in my income than anything else.

I walked toward my room, letting my thoughts drift to the buttery yellow Equestrian in the bathroom. I grabbed some clothes that would be suitable for the call center, which really just meant a clean shirt, some decent jeans, and a comfortable set of shoes. It didn’t take long to get dressed, and once I was I considered what I was going to do today. I didn’t go in until twelve thirty, and I’d be getting off at nine thirty. It was a good four hours before I had to go in, and getting a little breakfast would be nice.

I considered the sweet Pegasus that had just gotten an eyeful a few minutes before. Taking her to breakfast would be a nice gesture if nothing else. I finished slipping on my shoes and decided to do just that. I stepped out, just in time to see a duel towel wearing Pegasus as she walked by my room. Smiling I waved toward her, not realizing her towel had decided to get caught on a coat hook that I had on the wall. The towel became taunt, and then it unwrapped revealing the body under it. She wasn’t petite, but instead her body was more of a slender woman. Her breasts were handfuls, a slight stomach was on her, but it fit. Her hips weren’t overly wide, but one of the first things that crossed my mind was that the curtain did match the drapes.

After a moment I closed my eyes and turned my head, “Sorry.”

I heard some moment, and a moment later I opened my eyes to see the towel being wrapped back around her.

“Ummm… It’s okay….”

She moved past me, “Thank you…”

With that she moved toward her room and I considered what I had just seen. She had the sort of natural beauty that could turn heads. I realized that I had forgotten to ask her about going to breakfast, but when I walked to her room I found that she was already dressed and gone. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe it wouldn’t happen today. Although I could ask Pinkie and Nick. I would ask Andrew, but it was hard to find a place that served what he needed to eat. There was a doughnut place that was ran by an honest to God ghoul. From what Andrew had told him the owner did make a special breakfast for those like Andrew. But then again I wasn’t exactly sure I wanted doughnuts this soon.

Instead I found myself heading to the front door, unsure of the amount of time that had passed, and opened it. As I did I caught a glimpse of the Pegasus Mare that had enthralled me earlier. She made several lazy circles in the sky, staying low enough to not worry about potentially getting near even the lowest flying aircraft, and at the same time she seemed to just enjoying the moment of being in the air.

She swooped down toward me, and I watched as she daintily landed on the pathway to the steps. She looked at me, a bright smile on her face, and in that instant she moved toward me. I had never realized that Karma was actually going to repay me for all that I had done. The moment she swooped in, a broad smile on her muzzle, and she gently nuzzled me. Before I could argue she went to her knees.

This lithe Pegasus knelt before me, her hands reaching up to the blue jeans I was wearing, and before I could say a word I felt her fish out my rod. She leaned forward, Kissing it softly on the head, and then she licked it.

She slightly parted her buttery colored lips and took me into her waiting mouth. It was warm, and her tongue seemed to be able to do things that I couldn't even begin to describe. I heard her moan around my shaft. There was a part of me that wondered what brought this on, but I found myself not really caring for the reason.

[Fluttershy’s P.O.V.]

I walked back to my room, passing Josh as he was exiting his room. Then the towel wrapped around my body caught upon a loose nail and I was left exposed. Now, I may not be Rarity, but I can say without any reservations or chagrin that I am proud of my body. I was a supermodel for all of a month, but I never starved or dieted all that much. Pegasi are naturally lithe but I got the height from my father and my looks from my mother. In school, I was always the tallest filly in class; this lead to some really embarrassing situations that Rainbow Dash helped me sort out.

Even so, as I grew older, I stayed tall, trim, and very flexible. I know that rumors spread about me, and something about being a “legasus” circulated around Ponyville. I never paid much mind until after the Supermodel fiasco. Then I began to pay more heed to those rumors. I found out I was much the object of affection for a great many older colts (and more than a few fillies) around town. With any other mare, this would have beena point of pride, I guess but I just found it made me anxious.

With Josh, though, the way he peered at me, au naturale, you would think I was the only female for several counties! Yet, instead of making me nervous or embarrassed, his leering made me- happy. It felt good to be stared at like that! And it was Josh who was doing the staring! My heart raced a little faster than it was before. (Masturbating in the shower had raised my heart rate some.) Then he turned his head away, telling me he was sorry for peeping like he did.

That made my pulse race even faster! I didn’t think it could go any quicker!! So, I thanked him for that, and rushed to my room. I dried off, changed into some workout clothes, and lit out the door for my flight. I didn’t go very far; I wanted to explore around the house, seeing what there was to see. I found some animals living nearby, which brightened my day. There was a parliament of owls roosting after a long night of hunting. They told me about what I would expect in this neighborhood and they were nice, though sleepy.

They did tell me they were getting chased out of their hunting grounds by some bats that swooped in a few moons ago. They were gobbling more and more territory, limiting what the owls could hunt. I told them I would find out what I could and try to broker a deal. I found the bat colony very quickly; they were cloistered in an abandoned warehouse . They explained that they didn’t know of the parliament. They promised to move their hunting further east, well outside of the owls domain. When I reported back to the parliament, they were ecstatic. Towards the east were plenty of insects that that species of bat could hunt with impunity without interfering with the owls nocturnal hunts.

Leaving both parties satisfied and having a modest flight around the neighborhood, I touched down at the house with Josh standing on the stoop, the door ajar. Nick did explain that the house’s door could stick, especially when it was humid or cold, like this chill December morning. And I smelled him… Oh, the heady ardore of male! I wanted him, I wanted him badly! It was like I was in estrus and I needed to be rutted, inseminated in the worst way.

He stood there, being the kind stallion I knew him to be, so, I decided to give him a- traditional Pegasi greeting. I nuzzled his neck, feeling the warmth of his body, then went to down to my knees, undid the zipper of his jeans, then fished out his manflesh. The heady scent flooded my nostrils as I kissed the head of such an amazing tool. The mushroom capped head was strange to me, and while he was no as long as any stallion I knew, his was girthier, with thick veins coursing the haft up to the head.

I couldn’t wait any longer; I needed to taste my stallion, so I licked the haft as sensously as I could. It was spicy, in a way I could have never predicted, a slight bit salty. I was hooked, instantly! While Twilight may not approve, mating with a strange stallion on an alien world, I had to try it. He couldn’t be any worse than a typical stallion, I assumed. The minute my mouth swallowed his rod and my tongue danced in his veiny member, I was 100% certain I wanted him to rut me.

I should make note that I love the spicy. The spicier it is, the more I like it! Most ponies assume it’s Pinkie whom is into spicy things, but she has a very small limit to what she can sustain. I once challenged to try one of my ghost peppers; the poor dear was gagging after only one bite! I wolfed the rest down, enjoying the way the acid bit into my tongue and danced on my palette. Josh’s stallionhood wasn’t in the same neighborhood as a ghost pepper, but that’s what made it more exciting!

I caressed him in my mouth, suckling him every so often, just to get him hard. And by Faust, did he ever get hard! I don’t think any stallion could get as turgid as Josh did and if they tried, they’d likely faint from blood loss to the brain! I don’t know how the human still stayed upright. Maybe humans are so resilient because their anatomy allows them to take such a loss of blood pressure without fainting. Either way, if he stayed this hard for this long, then rutting him would be an indescribable joy!

After a few minutes, though, he felt like he was ready to pop. I took a hand, placed under his now exposed scrotum, to placed a pair of fingers in a spot where I believed his vans deferns passed. I didn’t want him to blow his load too early…

“Fluttershy, what-?”

I answered his inquiry with a kiss, and when I broke it, he looked stunned but in a happy way.

“Follow me,” I said, “we have a while before Pinkie and Nick are awake. I want you and I want you inside me!’

I grab the collar of his shirt, clearly some kind work uniform, but by the time we reach my room, that and most of clothes have come off. I have no reference for human male clothing, though Twilight briefed us on what the human raiment was. I think her intelligence on that is woefully outmoded. Even so, once most of him was exposed, I threw him on the bed. This must of have been a new experience for him for he looked rather confused by this. Once I started to strip out of my work out clothes, this relieved him of his bemusement. The moment I was back in my- how do the humans put it? “Back in my own skin?” Yes, I think that’s it. The moment I was “back in my own skin,” I pounced.

Lips mashed, bodies pressed together, the heat gradient rose tremendously in spite of the open front door, heartbeats quickened. I didn’t need to reach down to my lower lips to know I was drenched with lubrication. I didn’t take a whole lot of time doing this, so I sat up from our brief makeout session, I gripped his throbbing- manhood, I guess, so I could stroke it.

The human male penis is something else I had no knowledge. This wasn’t a slight on Twilight’s part. Anatomy and human biology weren’t included in the intel package we received before crossing over. Still, the majority of the basic features were there. I didn’t find the lack of a medial ring all that disconcerting. I never did like having those inside me; they always kinda added resistance in the vaginal canal where none is needed. The mushroom capped head was enticing and exotic, to the point where I don’t think I could ever have a stallion again, if my experience with Josh added to what was in my head.

My stroking of his shaft continued for a little while, maybe a full minute at most, then I impaled myself on that pulsating erection. Oh. My. FAUST! While Josh isn’t in the same league as some of the stallions I’ve- sampled before, the fact that he was another species with a altogether different shape of penis made the penetration a joy I’ve never had before! And the way they veins along the shaft twitched while he was hilted inside me? Delightful, as a descriptor, would be an understatement. I quivered and quaked on his shaft, not even moving, it felt so good. I might have even had a small orgasm. No stallion has ever made me cream myself like that before; I think Josh is a keeper!

It may have only been a few moments, but it felt like forever when I finally began to shift and move on Josh’s amazing penis. Each downward thrust was a shock of pleasure unsurpassed by any male I’ve ever mated with. Each withdrawal, a promise of even greater heights of arousal and joy! I never knew what I wanted out of sex before now, but now that I have discovered it, I’m bound to not relinquish it! As that epiphany, the crest I was riding rose to a mind blowing orgasm!!

I think Josh might have been of the mind that this wasn’t happening, but by the time of my second ecstasy, he began to thrust upward into me. We met each other halfway and the feeling was electric! I saw his face well up in enthusiasm as we mated, my sopping core wrapping around and squeezing his hardened shaft. We continued at a steady pace, Josh focusing his hands on my body as I rode crest after crest of ecstasy.

Then I received a shock when Josh started tweaking my nipples. Sure, some of the stallions I bedded before would fondle my teats, but they didn’t experiment with my nipples. Josh’s nimble fingers squeezed and rolled those protrusions, sending jolts of electricity from my teats to my core. The sensation was new, wildly exotic, and I craved more! That’s when Josh shifted on the bed, raising his torso enough to latch his lips around my areola, his tongue swirling and flicking my nipples. I climaxed hard when he started doing that!

Soon, we were writhing and rolling around on the bed, panting and groaning in sync with each other. I could feel Josh’s pride swelling within my core, his release pending. I didn’t know how long we had been at rutting each other silly, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. Eventually, Josh has me pinned to the bed, his weight pressing my into the mattress and he just hammering away at me! A lot of stallions back home prefer to rut in the more- traditional way, but this method, with lovers facing each other? I think I prefer this more! It is sensual and exotic in ways indescribable. With Josh over me, his manhood slamming into my plot, his weight atop of me in a manner that is both loving and possessive, it filled me with an intense desire. If it were possible, I would carry his foals, even though I’m not sure that could happen.

Speaking of being filled, this was the exact moment that I felt him twitch inside me. He rammed me one last time, grunted loudly, and then I felt the expulsion of his seed into my core. It was like a volcano erupting, super magma rushing all to one place, filling in the cavern that is my womb. And when my uterus was filled to bursting, his overflowing seed seeped out, filling my core with his desire. The sensation was so intense, that it drove me to not just another climax, but to mind numbing euphoria of epic proportions.

We spent several minutes, laying together, Josh’s erection pumping one hot glob of his essence after another into my already sopping core, sharing breath, body heat, and emotion. In spite of his newfound exhaustion, Josh wore a content smile on his face. I was worn, too, but my canal was still squeezing, neigh, milking his pride of its payload. We were sweaty, tired, and in desperate need of another shower. Still, this was the most rewarding moment of my life thus far and I wouldn’t trade it for nothing. I’m sure Josh felt the same, when he nuzzled me.

“I think I need another shower,” he said.

“Can I join you?”

He looked lost in thought for a moment, then said, “Maybe next time. When I have more time to devote to- more erotic activities.”

I giggled, then we separated. His essence was spilling out of me, but nowhere near as badly as when a stallion blew his load. I think I can really get used to human mating; I don’t have to worry as much over cleaning myself. I still had to, but I not as much as the soupy mess most stallions issue.

“That was fun, though,” I said, “when do you do that again?”

“Tomorrow,” Josh said, “I have to work today and I’ll be gone most of the day. I’ll be lucky if i can get lunch today.”

“Okay,” I replied, “then I’ll hold you to that.”

“Good, I look forward to it,” Josh said with a smile, “damn, is it that late already? We should wake up Nick and Pinkie, if they aren’t up already.”

“Let me get dressed and I’ll join you.”

(Josh’s P.O.V.)

The shower took precious little time. A part of me wondered about what had happened. Of course as I got dressed I couldn’t help the thought that came to my mind.

Boldly going where no man has gone before, I thought as I dressed. I heard the sound of the shower going again, but to my surprise it didn’t last that long. I finished getting dressed in what was going to be my normal call center approved clothing options. In my case it was a clean solid color t-shirt, pair of jeans, a decent pair of shoes, and then grabbing my badge which found its way into my pocket. I walked out to find Fluttershy stepping into the hall as well. She smiled at me before we headed toward Nick’s room.

I opened the door and I noticed that Pinkie was sitting on his lap, her top was off, and it looked like he was going to have some fun. I looked toward Fluttershy who seemed to have a bit of a blush on her cheeks. She grinned, shook her head, and then Pinkie looked toward us.

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

Author's Note

(AN: A guest writer helped with this chapter. In truth he did the biggest part of it. So a huge thanks to L0rd0f7hund3r for this chapter. Basically, he wanted a Fluttershy centric chapter, and I have to admit that I liked where it went. It certainly hit on the idea of how different the Equestrian Culture is from our culture.)