Life after the Party or Picking up Monster Girls

Life after the Party

Or

Picking up Monster Girls

Chapter Eight

Yuki’s P.O.V.

There’s not fair, and then there is really not fair! I kinda get along with both Pinkie and Fluttershy. With Fluttershy she’s already marked and claimed her husband. That’s fine, I respect the boundary that she’s made, and I won’t cross it. Besides, the eyes that he makes toward her, yeah, I’m pretty sure that I could strip naked, bend over, spread my cheeks apart, and say that I love anal to absolutely no response that would end with me claiming him as a husband. Nick on the other hand isn’t attached. Oh, he’s certainly close to Pinkie Pie, but from what I can tell neither of them have claimed the other.

She’s claiming him in word, but not deed. Until I find out that she’s ridden him, taken his seed, and mated for life with him, he’s open game. I think she understands this, and so a little friendly competition is in order. But this new girl, Pamela, she’s already clingy. The fact that she’s not really alive doesn’t help either. I hope that she gets interested in the zombie. Maybe if that happened then things would just work out, but I have my doubts. She wants to be close to Nick, and she says that he belonged with her.

I really wanted to smack her, and let her know that no, Nick isn’t hers, that was an accident, and she needed to leave off of him. Still, from what I’d seen Pinkie has been just as determined as I am in establishing her claim on him. With any luck she’ll just decide it’s not worth it. I slowly let my mind drift off from our new roommate and instead I allowed myself to feel better about being in our home. I wanted to go to Nick’s room, but since we’ve been home he’s needed to have the heat up in there. I didn’t want him to feel worse, so that meant sticking to my room and the living room.

I decided on the living room, and began searching for something on Netflix. After a moment I gave up, sat the Roku controller down, and just relaxed. I watched as Josh walked in with Fluttershy, both followed by Pamela, and the group of them sat down. Pamela was admiring the TV, and I watched as she walked up to it and looked at it.

“It’s so thin!”

Josh smiled, “Yeah, it’s kind of common place now, but I can see how it would be impressive. I mean, back in the seventies TVs were pretty large, right?”

She nodded, “Yeah, my parents had one that was a record player, Television, and eight-track tape player all in one. It must have weighed like four hundred pounds. This thing doesn’t feel near as heavy.”

Josh looked at the Roku controller on the coffee table, and he looked at me. I shrugged, and motioned toward it. He took it, searched the Netflix account for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. I watched as he queued up Neon Genesis Evangelion. A moment later the sound of its intro music filled the room. I watched Pamela as she sat in awe at the screen. I’d watched it before, well some of it, but that was because it was over twenty years old. I had to stop and realize that she had never seen it, and it was likely she had missed out on a ton of other things as well.

If it wasn’t that it was so likely that she was going to try and steal Nick away I would have felt sorry for her. No, that wasn’t the truth. I did feel sorry for her. She had her life cut short, and she had missed out on so much. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t right. But at the same time that didn’t mean that I was going to just roll over and let her try and claim Nick for her own.

Living Room Pamela’s P.O.V.

The picture was so clear! It was a thousand times better than any TV I had ever seen before. It was clear, the sound was amazing, and I couldn’t help but stare dumbly at it. Daddy had called the TV the idiot box. I guess that maybe he was right. Because I was staring at it like an idiot. I looked toward the little Oriental, or is Asian, girl sitting on the love seat. From what I had seen before she wasn’t really talkative, but then I guess that’s because she thinks that I’m moving in on her territory.

I shrugged my shoulders. I could guess why she gave me the cold shoulder. The fella in the bed, Nick, seemed to have two different girls interested in him. That’s fine. He came to me, but I’ve begun to understand that it was an accident. Sure, I’d like to get to know him better, but I could see that he had a lot on his plate already. Instead I figured that it would be best to hang back. Besides, he’d be free game when he passes, and I’ll still be here.

Nick’s Bedroom

Pinkie’s P.O.V.

I snuggled against Nicky as he lay in the bed. The hospital had sent him home after they got his temperature regulated. I wanted to make sure that he stayed toasty warm, so I laid right beside him. The fact that I chose to do so with no clothes on, pressed against his also nude body was beside the point. I giggled, I wanted to be with him, and I wanted him to pop my pinata, I wanted him to stuff my party cannon, and put cream in my pie, but more than any of that I wanted him to be happy and healthy. I kissed him, feeling his arms around me, and I felt his lips touch my own. His arms wrapped around me, his hands on my lower back, and then I felt him pull back.

He gave me a smile, and yawned. I smiled back at him, and then he leaned closer. He was sleepy, and so I let him begin to drift off to sleep when I heard the faintest whisper come from him, “I love you Pinkie.”

“Nicky? What did you say?”

I was answered by his breathing. Seeing him asleep I kissed him again, “I love you too,” I said before I felt a hand move down slightly and grab my bubblegum rump where my cutiemark was.

He squeezed it, and I couldn’t help but feel excited about the promise behind that action. I felt his other hand still resting on my lower back, but it seemed restless. I giggled as it finally joined his other hand on the other side of my rump. He squeezed it, and then I saw his eyes barely open. I couldn’t help it. I kissed his neck, and then I continued to kiss down him until I found the prize I had wanted. I wanted him to feel better, and I wanted to be with him, and this was a special kind of naked party that could be just for the two of us.

I kissed the tip of his cock, and then I began to suckle at it. It didn’t taste like a popsicle, but I planned on treating it like one! After a moment I sucked it into my mouth, and I felt his hands on the back of my head. I wish that I could say that I had experience in doing this kind of thing. I know there’s more than a few ponies back home that think that since I’m a party pony that I must host all kinds of parties.

And they wouldn’t be wrong. I do host pretty much any kind of party that a pony could want. But when it comes to sexy, kinky, knocking hooves parties… Nope, I’m not your party pony. But this time, that’s exactly what I was. I was that kind of party pony for Nick. I felt his hands resting on my head, but not pushing me further down. I could feel his hands making fists in my mane, and then I felt his hips meeting me as I bobbed my head down.

I wasn’t sure, but I believed he was close, and I wanted him inside of me. I pulled up, moved, and straddled him. I felt him at the entrance, and then I slowly began to lower myself down on him. In that instance my Pinata had been officially popped! I felt his hands move up to my teats, squeezing them, pinching the nipples, and I let out a soft moan as I felt him fill me with foal batter.

Nick’s bedroom

Nick’s P.O.V.

There was a sort of hazy film on everything, everything except for Pinkie. I could see and feel her so well. I told her that I loved her. I did, I do, but did I really want to tell her? I wasn’t sure. Then we made out, she sucked me off, and things just kept getting better. There’s a part of me that believes this is a dream. That it was an incredibly erotic, intense, and very lucid dream, but at the same time I knew it wasn’t.

I understood that I had just started a sexual relationship with a girl that wasn’t even a native of this dimension let alone a member of my species. Oddly enough, I didn’t have a problem with it. It felt like I should have done this earlier, that this was right. I felt like we belonged together. Granted, I was tired, but at the same time I saw nothing but love and warmth in the mare I was with.

She rode me until I moved to turn us over, and then in the sweetest display I had ever seen she let me take complete control. Tired that I might be I wanted this to be something we both remembered. I touched, kissed, and fondled her. I felt her legs tighten, and then I heard her moan as she gushed onto my sheets. I couldn’t contain myself and I came into her. She let out a throaty moan, one that I was sure the entire house heard, and then she looked at me.

What I saw was lust and love. What I experienced was a woman that had just experienced an orgasm and decided that she wanted more. In a precious few minutes she had me ready to go again, and once more I was buried inside of her. She was a pleasurable furnace that demanded my attention, and I was only too happy to give it to her. I took my time and that night I found out exactly what it meant to both fuck like animals and to make love. The few relationships I had before had been nice. The girls that I dated did like to mess around, but none of them were as sensual, driven, or loving as the woman I was with. After nearly three hours the two of us on the bed, my cock deflating inside of her ass.

I felt her hug against me, and I kissed her. What we did was beyond expectation. At the same time it made me realize that I was officially spoken for at this point. That realization didn’t scare me. Instead I accepted it with open arms.

“You’re my stallion,” she said sleepily.

I laughed, kissing her again, “Yeah, but that means that you’re my woman.”

She looked into my eyes, “I’m okay with that,” she said, “I’m happy that you choose me.”

I hugged her, “I am too.”