Piñata

Pinkie Pie gawked at the strange looking tree then giggled.

“You’re not some boring old tree, are you?” Pinkie patted the tree with her hoof; the bark was rough. She wondered if Twilight would know the name for this species of tree. Probably! Twilight was a smart book pony, of course she knew, Pinkie thought.

“Are you ticklish?” Pinkie asked the tree and then she rubbed at the bark. Some of it flaked away but most of it stayed behind. She inspected her hoof; it was now covered in a sticky sap.

“You are ticklish!!” Pinkie yelled. She took a random deep breath which sounded like a gasp, exhaled and then fell to her side against the trunk.

“Ohhh, that feels really good,” Pinkie rubbed her side against the trunk. Her side was itchy and the tree was a really good scratching post.

“You naughty tree, you’re getting sap all over me.” It didn’t bother her that her coat was becoming increasingly sticky from the sap. In fact, she was used to having sticky spots on her coat from working with so much sugar, syrup, and molasses; she was a baker pony after all.

Pinkie rolled around on the ground for a while and enjoyed the shade of the tree. She did that until her tail started to a-twitch and the marbles in her brain started to vibrate inside her skull. Pinkie shuddered and shook off her pinky sense.

“Whoa, never felt that one before! Some pony interesting, onward.” Pinkie got up and bounded away in skips.

“Bye tree! Oh and don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll meet again. No need to cry.” Pinkie stopped mid bound and launched herself full speed back at the tree and gave it a big loving hug.

“You big ol’ sap,” Pinkie’s eyelids twitched and she fell to the ground in a giggling mess.

“You big ol’ sap! Sap, of course, sap sap. Ahhh Pinkie, you really… truly… have to think of some more tree puns like that one. Thank you tree, bye now!” Pinkie said.

After she collected herself from a fit of laughter, she bounded off in the direction of her internal compass, her Pinkie sense.

Shindig Flare blew another bubble with his bubble gum. It grew large before it exploded all around his muzzle in a big sticky mess.

“That doesn’t look right.” Shindig said. He chewed his gum back into his mouth and looked down at the rainbow colored pony below him. He had his back pinned to the ground by the weight of his flank.

“Something is missing. What do you think Bash?” Shindig asked. Bash just groaned and then looked down at his fur coat which was becoming rainbow colored. Besides the color change, he felt bloated and hallow all at the same time. Also, Shindig was somehow able to pin him down, even though he was almost twice his size!

Shindig shrugged and formed wrapped candy in his free hoof with magic.

“I don’t know! Please, I’ll do anything just let me... *murphfff*” Bash was interrupted as Shindig stuffed his hoof full wrapped candy into his muzzle. At first he resisted, but the he couldn’t breathe, so he was forced to swallow. Afterwards, Bash made an interesting sound. It sounded like a clogged sink trying to drain that last bit of water.

“Come on, I know you loved it when all those ponies beat up on you last night Bash-y.” Shindig didn’t give Bash a chance to respond. He shoved another hoof-full of candy into his gurgling muzzle. His stomach was already extended twice as big as before and his coat was completely segregated into rainbow colors now.

“I just want to…” Bash moaned. Shindig quickly formed another hoof full of wrapped candy. Bash whimpered and tried to close his mouth.

“You just wanna… what?” Shindig asked. He blew another bubble with his bubble gum and formed more candy with his other hoof using magic. Now both hooves were full of candy. Suddenly, his bubble popped and Bash could see Shindig’s soft easy going smile from behind the sticky mess.

“I just wanna c…..”

Shindig, fast as lightning, stuffed both hoof-fulls of candy into Bash’s muzzle at once, forcing him to swallow or suffocate. Shindig could feel Bash's rock hard cock twitch delightfully from behind his back which made him smile more. Bash was naturally huge and Shindig had a soft spot for stallion cock despite being more of a mare’s colt himself.

Shindig stood up suddenly and laughed. His laugh was joyous, but carried like thunder. Seizing the opportunity, Bash tried to stand up too; but, his body was too stiff and his gut was full of candy. All he could do was sway his head and flank while his hooves stood straight up into the air like stone columns and his cock twitched and spasmed from the utter lack of attention.

“I wanna cum, I wanna cum. I wanna cum!” Bash squirmed, throwing a fit. He could see that Shindig was done stuffing him full of candy every time he asked, so he took the opportunity to express his desire over and over. Shindig just laughed some more.

“Tell you what; I’ll make you a deal.” Shindig leaned down and patted Bash’s cheek, a stray piece of saliva covered candy fell from in-between his lips and unto his neck.

“I know you loved how all those stallions pounded your flank into a bloody pulp last night. I know they called you dirty names and how you hung onto every word, cherished the pain until it became your world. It’s not easy being the big strong pony is it? That pony all the other ponies look up to when they need help. You’re the kind of pony who always has to push the cart. You’re the pony who always has to defend the weak filly.” Shindig watched with fascination when Bash looked away at the last thing he said. Bingo.

“You’re more than happy to defend the weak Bash Shield, but what about you? You actually love getting beat up, don’t you? You love the way the pain feels in service of your friends. You wish you could always feel that kind of pain all the time, it’s a good pain; it’s what you live for. Yet, no pony could roughhouse with you, even for fun, could they? You’re too big, too strong, you might hurt somepony.” Shindig had transformed Bash into a whimpering mess by this point. Somewhere between a sob and a whimper, Shindig opened the stray candy and put it to Bash’s tongue, letting him savor the sweet sugar while giving him a loving pat on the cheek.

“Like I said, young stallion, I’ll make you a deal. If you beg right now and become my colorful piñata, I’ll not only let you cum, but I’ll enchant you so that whenever your guts burst open and your candy is exhausted it will feel like the biggest beating of your life. It will feel ten… no, one hundred times better than last night’s beating.” Bash swallowed the candy, his mind somewhere between terror and pleasure. Shindig’s offer was too good and he’d seen over the last half hour there was no arguing with this pony anyway.

“Yes…” Bash said softly. Shindig enjoyed the drool that spilled from the corner of his mouth. He’d finally broken him.

“Yes, what?” Shindig asked. He smeared the sugary drool around his cheek so he could feel the product of his broken mind.

“Yes, yes…” Bash whimpered a little louder with a sputter of sticky sugar.

“Yesh, say it don’t spray it Bash-y. What do you want?” Shindig said in his same soft and condescending voice.

“Buck it all. I wanna be a pony punching bag. I wanna be a piñata! Please!” Bash yelled and sprayed more lust droplets into Shindig’s face.

Shindig smiled. Yes! He bucking loved the moment that his victims fell apart enough to admit they’d rather be a party favor than a fully sentient being. Shindig wasted no time granting his request and soon he was swiftly filling Bash’s muzzle full of more wrapped candy.

“Almost there my little… what are you?” Shindig asked between stuffing Bash’s muzzle full of more candy which seemingly formed from nowhere.

“Piñata…” Bash said before he was forced to swallow down another muzzle full of candy. His fur became as thin as paper and as fluffy as confetti.

“Brainless! Near mindless! Toy! What are you?” Shindig asked loud then joyously awaited his chorus.

“Piñata. I’m a piñata. ” Bash said and swallowed down another muzzle full of candy, then a second, then a third. His cutie mark, a shield with a crack in it, became a hard paper-mesh decoration on his flank.

“Colorful, candy filled, rainbow colored bringer of joy to ponies young and old. What are you!?” Shindig asked.

“Piñata, I’m a bucking Piñata, YES!!!” Bash screamed. He felt like he had to cum, he needed to cum, he was going to cum, but Shindig shoved an obscene amount of candy into his muzzle with both hooves all at once. Before long, Bash was a gurgling mess of whimpers and groans, but that wouldn’t last much longer because he could feel his muzzle begin to seal up.

“Wait, I’m a piñata and piñata’s get to *murphfff* cum right. I’ve been *gurgle * am a *pop* piñata, right? Make me cum, please!” Bash pleaded with every literal fiber of his being.

“I never said I would make you cum. I only said I would “let” you cum. You had your chance, but it’s too late now.” Shindig shook his head horizontally as one would do to a small foal who didn’t understand something.

“Don’t worry, a promise is a promise, I made that last bit of candy from your cock.” Shindig shook his head vertically and raised a promising hoof.

“Can you feel it, swirling around in your candy chamber; I bet even now you are on the edge, you just want to explode into a shower of candy.” Shindig teased, rubbing a hoof against Bash’s hard paper stomach.

“Please, I’m a piñata now. I’ve been a good toy. I’m a good Piñata and I wanna… *murphfff*” Bash was cut off, his muzzle had been completely sealed off which finished the transformation.

“Of course, you’re a good toy piñata. Silly Bash, stating the obvious! And don’t worry; since your gut is filled with cock candy, you’ll get that release you wanted so badly when somepony comes along and bashes open your candy filled body.” Shindig explained.

Bash could only look on with lust; at least he still had his sight and his inner thoughts. Yet, those did him no good when all Shindig had to do was tie him to a nearby tree somewhere in a secluded courtyard of the party district, which is exactly what he did!

“You are pretty heavy for a paper mesh filled with candy.” Shindig said, admiring his handy work.

“Because you were so much fun to play with, I’ll let you in on a secret about my magic. If you want to increase your pleasure, just repeat the magic words. I think you know what they are by now.” Shindig chuckled and batted at Bash slightly with his hooves causing him to sway in the air by his string.

“Friend to friend, I would give you the magic words for release if they existed. But, I’m sure increased pleasure is good enough.” Shindig punched Bash playfully in the shoulder, knowing very well how good it must have felt to his sensation driven piñata pet.

“You naughty stallion.” Shindig said to Bash before he walked away, he was already using the magic words.

“Hey a Piñata!”

Shindig heart jumped ten feet and when he turned around to see who it was, he was suddenly face to face with a young pink mare.

“Me first, me first please!” The mare giggled and somehow in the space of time it took Shindig to blink, she’d already blindfolded herself and had acquired a whacking stick for her mouth.

Shindig placed a hoof to his chest to calm his jumping heart. Was this love, or was he actually having his first heart attack?

Castle of Mirrors

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“Where are you piñata? I’m gonna hit youuuu.” Pinkie Pie said. She was slightly muffled by the whacking stick in her muzzle. Also, she had obviously completely blinded herself with cloth around her eyes because she bonked Shindig Flare on the head by accident. Hard.

“Owwww. Hey!” Shindig yelled. He rubbed the sore spot on his head and whimpered. That was the second time he’d been surprised by her in the span of five seconds. Who was this mare?

Pinkie lifted her blindfold and let the whacking stick fall from her mouth.

“Oh, *hruk* silly me. You aren’t the piñata.” Pinkie held back a chuckle. Shindig wanted to chuckle too, laughter was a familiar emotion he could depend on, but he didn’t know what he should be feeling right now. While he was busy trying to figure it out, he suddenly felt all the wind leave his lungs. Pinkie had tackled him and now his back was pinned to the ground.

“You’re very weird.” Pinkie said in a very serious tone of voice. Shindig looked into her gorgeous blue eyes with utter terror.

“Yep, I like you.” Pinkie serious face turned into a dorky cute grin a mile wide. Shindig heart skipped another beat.

“Haha! Your hair is the color pink bubble gum, kinda like the gum you’re chewing now and your bow tie changes color. How… cool… is…. THAT!” Pinkie leaned close, nose to nose, muzzle to muzzle, Shindig wanted to kiss her, but didn’t.

“Changes color. That’s amazing.” Pinkie whispered, her eyeballs budging out like she’d just told him the most important secret in the universe. Maybe she had, he felt like putty, but with one explosive movement Pinkie back flipped off his chest and landed a foot away, the moment was over.

“Totally! Thank you.” Shindig did a back flip too, only he warped the physics around him a little bit in order to land closer to Pinkie instead of farther away. Then he blew a giant bubble in his bubble gum and held it. He was beginning to feel his old calm collected self again, but then there was a loud pop.

“Mhhh, Strawberry, crème, no ice cream, no gelato, not pecan... and butter nut with marshmallows.” Pinkie had taken a huge mouthful of his bubble gum and was chewing it, blowing fast tiny bubbles while her tongue inspected it, like Sherlock Holmes inspected a clue.

“This is the best strawberry gelato butter nut marshmallow surprise gum I’ve ever had. Actually, it’s the only strawberry gelato butter nut marshmallow surprise gum I’ve ever had, where can I get a pack of this stuff. Haha! Who am I kidding? Just direct me straight to the manufacturer.” Pinkie blew a large bubble in her bubble gum and let it pop all over her muzzle. Instead of chewing her popped bubble back into her mouth, she started to giggle again.

Who was this mare! How was she able to surprise him? Was he or was he not a demi or was he somehow sleeping for the first time this year. Was this a good dream? Was he dreaming!

“I’ll admit I am very surprised you got the flavor right. I got it from the confectioners Strawberry Gelato and Butter Nut Marshmallow. I agree, they make a pretty mean bubble gum together, but I don’t think they can make candy anymore. Sorry.” Shindig blew another bubble just as big as before despite having less gum to help drive his point. Pinkie’s muzzle scrunched and bunched up cutely toward her face.

“Ohhh, that explains the flavor. I knew I tasted just a tinnie whinny bit more Strawberry Gelato than Butter Nut Marshmallow. Sorry, I’ll get the rest of this yummy treat back to you.” Pinkie leaned in close and gave Shindig a kiss. It was swift and easy considering how close they were already and the kiss wasn’t deep or passionate, nor a simple peck on the lips. It was a sweet intentional kiss, used to give Shindig back the rest of his gum and nothing more. But even then, Shindig’s lips soaked up the heat of muzzle. He tasted spice, sugar, and just a tiny bit of apple. Sweet, lovely and warm. Pie.

“Pinkie Pie! Your name is Pinkie Pie isn’t it?” Shindig asked. He was unsure of himself for the first time in a while.

“You got it! And you must be…” Pinkie lowered her head and inspected his cutie mark. Was that syrup or sap on her back? Shindig wondered.

“Wow-IE, Soiree, Jamboree and a pinch of affair. Fast and wild vibrations. You must be a Shindig, Shindig Flare. Nice to meet you.” Pinkie smiled.

“Nice to meet you too, Pinkie Pie.” Shindig raised a hoof and Pinkie took it with violence force, shaking it with both of her hooves.

“So this courtyard is kinda boring, don’t you think? It’s kinda lonely with one single naughty piñata and just us two party ponies.” Pinkie tickled the chin of the Piñata. Shindig could hear Bash’s screams of pleasure. Pinkie had caused him to beg louder all the more, and though he no longer thought of himself as Bash, the naughty piñata wanted to be bashed open more than ever.

Shindig wondered if Pinkie could hear him too, or if she just had a sense for that sort of thing. It sure seemed like she had one of the two talents. It was not unusual for some ponies to have crazy talents like that, but why couldn’t he tell straight away? He should be able to reach right into her soul and dig right around in there by now, but it was like Pinkie had built a barrier around it. Shindig rubbed at his chin curiously. No not a barrier, he could get past barrier, this was a labyrinth, no a labyrinth of smoke and mirrors, a castle of mirrors.

“I’m p-p-planning a party.” Shindig lied. Originally, he had every intention of leaving Bash here for as long as it took for somepony to find him by chance.

“You are! Really! Can I help?” Pinkie asked. Shindig noticed that the lie completely flew over her head. At least she wasn’t completely impervious, he thought, and he really did want to make a party now. If only it would help him understand Pinkie a little better. It would take some time for him to navigate her beautiful castle of mirrors.

“Sure you can, Pinkie. I wouldn’t deny another party pony the chance to help build the most amazing party this party district has ever seen.” Shindig’s muzzle scrunched toward his face, he suddenly lost all real confidence.

“The most amazing party in the most amazing district of the Isle of Rut! Count me in!” Pinkie jumped for joy. Shindig swallowed hard.

“A-aright, first.” Shindig slammed his hoof to the ground. A bubble of magic swirled, spun at his hooves and then grew large. In an instant, the bubble grew so large that it passed right through Pinkie Pie, Shindig Flare and Bash the Piñata. It grew until it covered every inch of the courtyard in all directions.

“This force field will keep ponies out until we are ready for the party.” Shindig explained.

“Good idea. This area is so big, and there are so many ponies here, it could take days, even weeks. Hey!” Pinkie said.

Shindig chuckled and held Pinkie’s rump in the air. He finally managed to get the upper hoof and surprise her. It only took one of the most powerful barrier spells he knew to distract her for mere moments, he thought sarcastically. But he’d done it all the same.

“Wholly cupcakes!” Shindig down at Pinkie’s tail rings, they were both Steel charm.

“Such language! Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?” Pinkie joked.

“Do you know what you were wearing?” Shindig asked.

“Aren’t they pretty, Rarity said the color looked good against my tail. Much better than that plain white ring they give you at the gate. I liked it too, so much, that I bought two of them. How could I only buy just one, when everything is free on this island?” Pinkie beamed and squirmed playful, quite uncharacteristic of a pony that was having their flank hoof-handle like this.

“Pinkie, how does this feel?” Shindig pinched her side. Pinkie giggled.

“Like you pinched me, silly.” Pinkie said. Shindig slid the two charms off her tail and pinched her again.

“How about now?” Shindig asked.

“Like you pinched me again, dork.” When Pinkie said “dork”, she accidentally took in a breath that made her chortle her last syllable, in turn, it made her snort like a pig when she laughed. It was actually really cute. While Shindig was distracted, Pinkie shook her flank violently until he let go .

“If you wanted my tail rings, all you had to do was ask.” Pinkie said and then bopped Shindig playfully on the nose.

“Pinkie, these are steel charms. They amplify pain and pleasure, how do you not feel any different!?” Shindig asked.

“I don’t know.” Pinkie shrugged. Shindig heard a couple of logical lightbulbs explode inside his head.

“Well, just in case. Wear this.” Shindig handed her another tail ring. This one was a jade color.

“This is a jade charm, it will let you respawn, but it will also allow you to focus on making this the best party ever.” Shindig said.

“Okay, but don’t get angry at me when Rarity makes a big fuss about it later. Rarity loses her marbles over this sort of thing.” Pinkie said before slipping the new charm onto her tail.

“Sounds like your friend Rarity should relax a bit more.” Shindig said.

“Tell me about it, that pony loves stress. Still, she is a good friend. You understand right?” Pinkie blinked a bunch of times really fast while leaning closer to Shindig.

“I sure do.” Shindig thought about his friends, Hidden Trail, Timber Wood, Bronze Gleam, and heck even that crazy mare Ember Dance and of course there was always Carnival Lights.

“Anyway, I can sense ponies all over the party district who want to have a good time. It will be a lot of work, but you and I have to distinguish the party favors with the party ponies. If you know what I mean…” Shindig gave her a playful nudge.

“Are you ready?” Shindig made a grand gesture all around.

“You are so dramatic, I love it!” Pinkie laughed and Shindig blushed.

“But I think somepony is looking for you that-a-way.” Pinkie said, listening to her pinkie sense.

“Ahem, yes your right.” Shindig coughed to hide his minor embarrassment, she was right.

Shindig and Pinkie walked away from the lone Piñata, day dreaming of all the ways they could transform such a simple spectacle of nature into the most magical party night of pleasure and passion for the other guests on the Isle of Rut.

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“You!!! There you are!” A mare yelled from the other side of a busy fountain circle in the middle of the party district. As ponies trotted around, minding their own business coming, going, eating, chatting and shopping; the white mare with her pink mane tied back in a messy French bun was busy pushing past ponies to get to Shindig Flare with a fiery determination. Even the hot red aid sign and tiny little pink hearts on her rump looked like a giant hot embers showering debris. Shindig stood next to Pinkie Pie and waited for her approach.

“You! What did you do to me, yesterday?” The mare asked, absolutely livid.

“Hey Nurse Redheart, sorry I missed your birthday yesterday. I almost didn’t recognize you without your Flossie and I didn’t know you came to the isle of rut too. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, are you here on vacation for your birthday? This is perfect! Shindig and I are throwing a party and you can…” Pinkie would have gone on, but Redheart looked sick.

“Are you okay, you don’t look so good?” Pinkie asked. Redheart blushed, what were the odds that somepony she knew from her home in ponyvillie would be here too.

“I’m fine.” Redheart gurgled her response, chocolate goo with small chocolate cake chucks lateralled from her mouth like a rabid dog. Pinkie Pie watched with a curious grin. She didn’t double take, she didn’t blink and her look was neither that of disgust nor horror; it was pure morbid fascination. Shindig treasured the look like a rare flower.

“Is that chocolate mud cake? Oh my gosh, it is chocolate mud cake!” Pinkie said. She was already tasting a mouthful of strange goo. Shindig laughed.

“Sure is Pinkie, I met Nurse Redheart yesterday and gave her a small gift for her birthday.” Shindig said patting Redheart on the head.

“Gift? Gift! This isn’t a gift, it’s a curse!” Redheart yelled and spewed the rest of the chocolate mud cake into Shindig’s face. Shindig licked all around his face with one quick motion to eat up every bit of excess food stuff. He let it mingle with his gum so Strawberry Gelato and Butter Nut Marshmallow could taste it too.

“No, no, it’s definitely a gift. You came to this Island all alone because you didn’t want ponies to celebrate your birthday. You were worried remember, that ponies would treat you better than you deserved. Now, no pony will treat you as you deserve. See, I granted your wish.” Shindig smiled. His little speech had Redheart’s hind legs crossed suspiciously.

“I don’t know Redheart, seems like a good gift to me. I mean seriously, who wouldn’t want to spew a mess of chocolate mud cake from their muzzle all the time? That sounds about as good as chocolate rain to me, maybe even better than Chocolate Rain! *MMhhh* Chocolate rain.” Pinkie Pie added, drooling at the thought.

Redheart couldn’t take it anymore. She fell to her back then spread her hind legs wide in the air. She was already spewing a viscous white crème from her marehood, before she managed to get her front hooves down to her naughty bits. When her front hooves were finally rubbing hard into her marehood, the white crème came out in full force. Like a lawn sprinkler, it sprayed all around and got Shindig, Pinkie, and anyone within five feet of the gushing mare.

It took her at least a full minute to stop! Pinkie and Shindig were both laughing full force while the other bystanders that happened to take noticed, watched with lewd fascination.

“*groan*, Okay I’ll admit. It was fun at first, but please! Take the gift back. It gets better every time and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it you hear me, it feels too good!” Redheart gurgled her words again and spewed more chocolate mud cake to go with her soft crème cheese cum.

“See it’s already happening again, make it stop!” Redheart placed a crème covered hoof to her heart and tried to calm herself down.

“*MMhhh* you make mean dirt cake Redheart. But, I’m not making you do anything; I promise. But I think you know that by now.” Shindig explained. He collected some of her crème cum and cake drool and mixed them together to eat.

“You mean you, *oohhh* Nurse Redheart you aren’t… you are!” Pinkie suddenly understood and apparently Redheart did too, because her mare-folds spasmed violently and she stared to cum crème full force again.

“Dirt cake! That’s brilliant Shindig. Dirty ~~ dirt~ dirt cake for the dirty~ mare.” Pinkie sung in chorus as she bounded circles around Redheart.

“No, it’s not true. It’s not true.” Redheart pleaded, but her eyes told a different story. They were half closed and underneath her sexy shade of blue mascara was nothing more glossed over bedroom eyes. She’d stopped cumming for the moment, but she was now leaking fluid continual from her mouth and marehood, chocolate mud cake and soft crème cheese cum respectively. It was getting even worse!

“If it’s not true, then why do you keep thinking it?” Shindig asked. He was also bouncing around Redheart and behind Pinkie. In fact, he was so giddy that Pinkie was having a good time that his cock inflated with helium a bit. He hoped that Pinkie wouldn’t notice how turned on he was right now.

“Awww you can’t lie to me, I know a true smile when I see one.” Pinkie giggled.

“Don’t worry. No pony will treat you better than your average dirt cake now. You’ll never have to worry about ponies treating you better than you deserve ever again.” Shindig added. Pinkie nodded in agreement.

“Idea! I have an idea Shindig, why don’t we empty the lake by the courtyard and dump Redheart in there. Then she can make a whole lake full of dirt cake goodness. Please, please please please…” Pinkie repeated unendingly. Shindig let her continue for a while; even Pinkie’s annoying voice was like music.

“Okay, I think I know what to do with all the water, but what about Redheart, the lake is only about ten feet deep, she’ll just climb out. Also, there are subtle limits to my magic; she doesn’t have enough mass to fill a whole lake.” Shindig explained. Redheart looked on in horror between dry humping herself. She could not believe that they were even discussing such an idea!

“We can just tie her up and duh, use the water. Silly.” Pinkie stated simply, but rubbed her chin quizzically. Pondering, she stopped abruptly mid bound which then caused Shindig to face plant right into Pinkie’s marehood. For a half a second, it was heaven and then it was just gravity. Shindig and Pinkie fell in a tangled mess beside Redheart.

“You’re really smart, smarter than me even.” Pinkie added, suddenly smoking a bubble pipe. Shindig beamed.

“You should have thought of the water before, what were you going to do with it?” Pinkie interrogated.

“Hehe... my friend Ember Dance, she loves her magma and destruction even more so. I was going to make tiny, party themed, shaped islands in her magma, just inside the volcano to see how she would react during her next scheduled eruption.” Shindig said honestly. Pinked chuckled, accepting the explanation as she put her pipe away to wherever she had it stashed before.

“That seems like a good reason to me, but I’m sure we can find more water elsewhere for that prank, let’s use the lake water to fuel Redheart.” Pinkie suggested.

“Okay, sounds fine to me.” Shindig caved. He couldn’t say no to that logic.

Pinkie and Shindig each grabbed a hoof and dragged a squirming Nurse Redheart down the cobble pathway back to their hidden secluded courtyard. Redheart’s hips twitched lewdly as the entire party district got a look at the dirty whorse’s spasming marehood.

“You grab her other hoof there while I tie this one down.” Shindig Flare directed Pinkie Pie’s attention.

“Hmmm, I just realized. Will she be able to breathe when the lake starts filling up with dirt cake, I don’t want her to get hurt.” Pinkie asked. She held Nurse Redheart’s hind hooves to the dirty bottom of the ten foot high empty pit which used to be a lake.

“She’ll be fine. My magic will protect her from drowning is her own dirt cake.” Shindig replied. The word dirt cake alone was enough to send Redheart over the edge now and make her spew more mud cake and cum more crème.

Pinkie noted how inviting Redheart’s crème covered crotch was now. She was a colt’s mare herself, but this was too good to resist. She lifted her head down and stuck her muzzle right inside and began to slurp up the soft crème. Her slurping was loud, lewd even, and she didn’t even bother hiding it from Shindig, though the thought made her slightly embarrassed. She stopped after Shindig had Readheart’s front hooves tied up and then whipped away a crème mustache with the sleeve of her hoof.

“Naughty mare.” Shindig teased. Pinkie blushed, but did not look away.

“I want a taste of our dirty little whorse too.” Shindig said, rolling over to Pinkie. He drank straight from Redheart’s naughty crème maker just as she was cumming again. He dug deep and made loud lewd slurping sounds too.

“It’s good isn’t it, best sweet cheese crème I’ve ever tasted, it is so soft and warm too.” Pinkie added as Shindig came up from his long drink. He smiled at pinkie with a crème mustache that curled up at the end at the ends. Pinkie clapped and giggled, she secretly had a soft spot for mustaches, especially crazy mustaches.

“I agree. Our dirty whors-y Nurse Redheart is going to make many ponies happy with her dirty, dirt cake.” Shindig tapped Redheart’s cheek and watched her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Don’t forget, Redheart. Even when you are down here all alone, ponies will still be treating you like dirt up above, or at least, yummy delicious dirt cake anyway.” Pinkie giggled and pointed up. Redheart moaned hard. By this point, it was the only sounds she could make or wanted to make. She’d completely given into her new life.

Shindig and Pinkie climbed out of the pit together leaving Redheart behind. Shindig moved the make-shift water funnel he’d made earlier; a cloud with a special magic spot that could directly feed Redheart water as long as she remained directly underneath it. Since, there was no chance of her moving all tied up, that wasn’t a problem.

It took Shindig a while to come up with that idea; he didn’t make bondage apparatus’s this complicated most of the time. But then again, it wasn’t every day that he got to meet an amazing pony like Pinkie Pie either.

“She should have plenty of mass to convert into dirt cake now.” Shindig said, holding his hoof out high. Pinkie returned the hoof-bump.

“How long do you think it will take her to fill this lake?” Pinkie asked.

“Not long four… maybe five days and definitely no longer than a week.” Shindig guessed.

“Perfect, let’s shoot for less than a week then. I saw you slip her those earbuds Flar-y.” Pinkie teased.

“Oh you did?” Shindig actually hoped she would notice that.

“Sure did, you recorded our song from the fountain earlier didn’t you?” Pinkie asked, but posed it like a statement of fact.

“There is nothing, I can get past you is there?” Shindig asked. He wished more than ever that he could reach into Pinkie’s soul and grant her deepest wish. Anything, anything at all; she would have it.

“Nope. Silly.” Pinkie bopped him on the nose and bounded off toward the party district again.

Shindig was silly, he was a mad fool.

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“Hello Timber, fancy seeing you here.” Shindig took the seat in front of the pony he called Timber. Pinkie followed suit and took the seat next to Shindig. Timber looked up and smirked.

“I come to this Cafe every day for lunch, you know that. Who is this?” Timber asked about Pinkie.

“Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie. Nice to meet you Timber?” Pinkie Pie waved.

“Timber Wood, nice to meet you Pinkie Pie.” Timber said.

Pinkie noted at first glance there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary about earth-tone colored earth pony in the plaid sweater vest. But then she looked into his eyes and saw that this was no ordinary pony, there was a pride; a boldness in those magenta eyes.

Then Timber took Pinkie's hoof and gave it a polite kiss which made Shindig feel jealous.

“I need another favor Timber.” Shindig said.

“ Again?” Timber groaned.

“Yes, again. Why do you say that?” Shindig looked hurt.

“Well, it's just the last time you asked for a favor, I had to condemn an entire hotel and my favorite dinner spot. Or the time before that when...” Timber went on.

“Water under the bridge.” Shindig waved a hoof teasingly.

“Water over the mare.” Pinkie said just to be silly and included.

“What was that?” Timber was confused.

“Nothing, nothing. Inside joke.” Shindig nudged Pinkie, but Pinkie just laughed. Timber looked terrified.

“Look, we do this almost every day. And every day, I feel a little older.” Timber pulled out a gray hair from his mane in demonstration.

“Now how is that!” Timber whimpered.

“Yeeesh, I don’t know. I didn’t even know we could age.” Shindig leaned back against his chair.

“You’re my best friend Shindig, but you’re terrible for my health.” Timber sighed.

“It's only a tini-tiny favor this time, I promise.” Shindig crossed his heart.

“I just don't want any trouble today okay; I'm entertaining a mare later this afternoon and...”

Shindig cut him off.

“Raindrops? Misty? Oh, or maybe it’s a Clear Skies sort of afternoon?” Shindig teased.

“Ouch.” Pinkie chuckled. Shindig, laughed. Apparently Pinkie picked up on the fact that those were names. Timber was less thrilled.

“Wow, I guess you didn't want a favor all that bad after all, now did you?” Timber glared.

“Ahhh, sorry. Kidding, kidding. You know me Timber, I can't help it. Please! Besides, isn’t it your job to be hospitable to every pony?” Shindig pleaded.

“Ha! You, a pony? You’re more like a force of nature with the fondly disposition of my best friend. But, I'm sorry, I can't help you today. I don't want to mess this up!” Timber said sincerely.

“Mess up what?”

Timber, Shindig and Pinkie turned to look at the mare now standing beside their table. However, Pinkie already recognized the voice.

“Hi Rarity!” Pinkie jumped on the table suddenly, which surprised the four other ponies one table down from them.

“Hey Pinkie, I know you’re excited to see me but you should get off the table darling, I think you’re scaring those ponies over there.” Rarity nodded to those other ponies one table down, signaling her sincere apology.

“Oppps sorry.” Pinkie said, not using her inside voice. Rarity saw no point in correcting her for the billionth time; it was Pinkie just being Pinkie.

“Sorry I'm late, the room you set me up in was so cozy and I got carried away with my wardrobe.” Rarity said, doing a quick twirl to show of the sundress she was wearing. It was very light purple pink with just a bit of sparkle in the seams. She wore a matching sunhat. The whole outfit was simple, but gorgeous and perfect for the slight wind chill on that lovely sunny autumn day.

Thank you very much for setting me up, Timber Wood.” Rarity smiled and gave Timber a friendly hug. Timber grinned; he was close enough to get a good whiff sweet flowery perfume.

“Hey Rarity, have you met my friend Shindig?” Pinkie asked.

“Why no, not yet?” Rarity gave Shindig a friendly nod.

“Rarity, meet my friend Shindig. Shindig meet my friend Rarity.” Pinkie said and while Rarity and Shindig got to know each other, Pinkie pulled Timber aside.

“Rarity really likes you.” Pinkie whispered, looking around to make sure no pony overheard her.

“Wait, what? Really! Did she tell you?” Timber asked.

“Yesterday, she talked about her room and goaded on your hospitality nonstop.” Pinkie nudged him and smirked.

“Really! But wait, you said you didn’t know me, right?” Timber asked, confused.

“No, we’ve never met, but I never said I’ve never heard of you. Silly.” Pinkie tapped his noggin. Timber thought back, and sure enough he’d never bothered to ask.

“Rarity is really private about her true feelings, when it comes to ponies she likes, but hey, I can help you out. I know what she likes, what she doesn’t like, we’ve been friends for like ever.” Pinkie smiled, but Timber frowned, he’d heard this story before.

“I suppose you’ll want that favor Shindig asked for in exchange, huh? What did he want anyway? Do you know?” Timber sighed.

“Oh no, I’ll just help you lover colt. I want to help you and Rarity because she is my friend and I hope you’ll be my friend too. Buuuuut….” Pinkie lifted her hoof and gave Timber a big hair destroying nuggie.

“Shindig and I were really hoping you could help us out. We need somepony to build us a booth in the party district and then we need lots and lots of helium.” Pinkie stopped the nuggie and then held her front hooves as far apart as they would go.

“Like a lot a lot! About one hundred, no one thousand canisters this size.” Pinkie stuck out her tongue with focus as if trying to gage the exact size of the canister mentally.

Timber scratched his chin. Pinkie did seem a lot more level headed than Shindig, random but less chaotic. Still, randomness could be just as dangerous as chaos and even worse in the wrong situation. However, she was nice enough to help him and for absolutely nothing in return. Yet, the thought of Shindig sitting on tons upon tons of pressurized helium made him shudder visibly. He shook it off and made up his mind.

“Veering.” Timber clapped his hooves on the ground and a moment later a pegasus mare showed up from somewhere in the café. She had a simple white coat, a dark havelock blue mane and cold dull lavender eyes. She also wore a soft lavender scarf around her neck that matched her eyes.

“Yes, Master?” Veering asked and then nuzzled Timber’s side affectionately. Timber ignored her completely.

“This is Veering Winds, but we all just call her Veering; however, you can call her pet when she does a good enough job. She knows every nook and cranny of the first four zones on this island. Also, she has extensive knowledge of the park and staff, as much as I could stuff into her tiny little brain.” Timber said, then he turned to Veering and looked deep into her eyes.

“Listen to me Veering, this is Pinkie Pie, but you are to call her Mistress Pie or simple mistress. Understood?” Timber commanded.

Veering’s glazed over lavender eyes were a dance of colors and she was clearly experiencing some pleasure because her tongue was out and her wings were perked open straight out.

Pinkie watched and wondered.

“You are to obey her every wish, without question.” Timber rubbed Veering’s chin causing her to twitch and shudder. A female unicorn one table down, stared wide eyed from behind as Veering’s marehood became wet enough to leak onto the floor.

Pinkie, finding it hard to contain herself, tapped all of her hooves in place which made an audible clopping noise that annoyed a male earth pony behind her.

“If you’ve understood everything my dear, please nod your head for master.” Timber asked.

“Master? I don’t have a master. I have a mistress, sir. Mistress Pie is right behind you.” Veering nodded and Timber smirked.

“Good girl.” Timber said, patting her on the head. Veering just looked confused, but lapped up the praise.

“Oh oh! Dance for me, dance for me Veering.” Pinkie said, unable to contain her excitement any longer. Veering began to dance in place; she danced a slow waltz with an invisible partner.

“Borrrring. More Swing, more hip shaking and hoof bopping.” Pinkie commanded with a chuckle. Veering fell to her front hooves, froze and then started to jam. First she kicked out her hooves, then she started swing her hips. Kick, kick, swing, kick, swing, kick, kick, swing, front hoof, back hoof, she danced like something possessed and Pinkie loved it.

“Ummm Pinkie, just ask her for what you desire and she’ll make sure it gets done.” Timber was already beginning to regret his decision to help Pinkie.

“Oppps sorry, I just wanted to see if it worked.” Pinkie nodded and then gave Veering a pat on the head.

“Thank you pet, that was awesome.” Pinkie’s muzzle scrunched up, even she was unused to calling other ponies, pets. Veering nuzzled into her mistress, not taking any offense.

“Well, it seems like you have everything under control.” Timber took out his pocket watch and glanced down at the time.

“If I don’t hurry, I’m going to be late for the games. I’ll see you later, and please, please, Lights please, keep Shindig from doing anything brash. We’re still cleaning up his last major catastrophe.” Timber grumbled.

“Don’t worry, I will. Oh, before you go, make sure you buy Rarity an earpiece.” Pinkie said matter-of-factly, then turned to walk away but Timber stopped her.

“Wait earpiece, why?” Timber asked, confused.

“She didn’t wear one.” Pinkie shrugged and then turned again. Timber turned her right back around again.

“What do you mean didn’t wear one?” Timber asked. He didn’t know if Pinkie was yanking his hoof or if she was telling him something important.

“Rarity, bought a broach, you know one of those earpiece thing-ies. She didn’t wear it because she thought you would wouldn’t like it. Something about sophistication or something…” Pinkie waved her hoof in a circle, trying to remember.

“She thinks I’m sophisticated! That’s great.” Timber beamed.

“But, she wants to wear the earpiece. I don’t know anything about sophistication or any boring thing like that, but I do know that Rarity does things she doesn’t want to do, like all the time.” Pinkie explained.

Timber gave her a puzzled look, he felt like he’d just been told a secret but it wasn’t getting through to him at all.

“Trust me. Buy her an earpiece.” Pinkie chuckled. She turned to leave and scooted her boot to avoid Timber from grabbing her again.

“But wait. What kind of broach?” Timber looked on with dismay.

“I don’t know, but I think hers had flowers on it or something.” Pinkie hopped away and Veering followed.

“Ready to go?” Pinkie tapped Shindig on the back.

“Yeah… hey who’s that?” Shindig asked about Veering.

“Oh, Timber gave me one of his pets and gave us all permission to build the booth.” Pinkie smiled, to her it was mission accomplished, but to Shindig it was more than that.

“Timber gave you a pet!!!” Shindig said with disbelief. Pinkie stuck out her tongue teasingly and Veering copied her mistress playfully.

“Yep, we got the helium too. I’ll tell you about it on the way, it’s getting late and we have a lot of work to do if we wanna meet our deadline~~.” Pinkie bounded out of the café. Veering followed and studied Pinkie’s bounding skip so that she may best imitate her mistress later.

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A green-coated hippogriff stepped out of the respawn gate to the party district, his bright yellow eyes blinked as he looked around. Thundersong breathed deeply from the crisp autumn air and sighed with delight. It had been a long exhausting week, but he felt satisfied and full after his most recent adventure. The scavenger hunt had been fun, but all he wanted to do now, was get some fresh fish for dinner, find a place to perch, then take a good long nap in the sun.

After supper, Thundersong climbed into an oak tree, he needed a nap. But before, he settled into the upper branches of the tree, he spotted a newly erected big-top tent just a short distance away, where the scavenger hunt had been organized the week prior. This peaked his, so he flew over to the field to have a look at the new attraction.

The big-top was colored in stripes; pink, blue, yellow, then pink again and so on. Floating above the structure was a large pony balloon with a short pink mane that was blowing bubble of gum to a size almost as big as the pony itself. The pony balloon also sported a massive erection, which was the talking point of several ponies gathered around the base of the tent. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary column of nylon used to hold the balloon down, but after a few moments it became obvious that it was meant to be a cock, with a swollen sac and tailhole to match. Interestingly, it looked like the entire big-top was designed in such a way keep that massive thing grounded by tugging at and holding down its giant cock!

Still curious, Thundersong approached the entrance to the big top, landing outside a large crowd of ponies who were gossiping about the new attraction as they gathered around the entrance. The hippogriff pushed his way through the crowd to the front to see what the fuss was about and watched as a pink mare began guiding ponies into the tent.

“Welcome, to the balloon emporium everypony.” Pinkie greeted the first five guests at the entrance to the tent. Then she noticed Thundersong and one other guest was a hippogriff.

“And hippogriff’s! You can come in now, we’re almost done.” Pinkie beamed. Two female ponies entered immediately, the other guests followed more cautiously as they took stock of the tent. Thundersong blinked and looked around in confusion before spotting the other hippogriff. With an apologetic shrug to the ponies behind him, he trotted in at the rear of the group Pinkie Pie had invited into the tent. Ahead of him, two of the mares were chatting with each other.

“Awww come on Octavia, It’s a balloon emporium how bad could it be?” a unicorn asked her partner, half-dragging and half-escorting a reluctant earth pony into the tent.

“You said the exact same thing about that pancake place this morning and what about that rave you dragged me to last night, Vinyl. Vinyl!” Octavia dug her hooves into the ground, digging furrows as Vinyl pulled her ahead excitedly.

“I have good vibes about this place, don’t worry. Besides, I wanna get you a balloon to make up for the rave last night.” Vinyl explained. Octavia loosened her grip on the ground a bit and let herself be dragged inside, the prospect of a gift from her marefriend the only thing keeping her from galloping away as fast as she could. They were so busy arguing they didn’t even notice Pinkie though, to them; she was just another background pony. Pinkie, however, had noticed another unique guest and was studying her quizzically.

“And what are you?” Pinkie asked a purple unicorn with long unshorn frets. It was unusual for a mare to have frets that long.

“You noticed! My name’s Tihan and I am half-kirin unicorn.” Tihan said, showing off her hidden claws. They retracted from her front hooves easily.

“I’m going to have to confiscate those miss.” Pinkie said seriously.

“What?” Tihan moved to protect her hooves.

“I’m just kidding silly. Remember though, this is a balloon emporium, don’t go popping any balloons without permission.” Pinkie tilted her head, then smiled.

“Oh, that’s a relief. I thought you were serious.” Tihan relaxed.

“Go on in and enjoy.” Pinkie giggled. Tihan trotted inside with a skip in her step.

The other hippogriff shrugged and followed Tihan inside, purring around Thundersong as she passed and making sure he got a good look at her behind. Thundersong tilted his head curiously, but did not follow her.

Pinkie noticed the green hippogriff lagging behind and whistled to get his attention.

“Hey, are you coming? Party’s inside the tent, not outside, silly!” Pinkie motioned with her head to the inside of the big-top.

“Ummm sure, why not.” Thundersong said, trotting through the entryway. Immediately, something seemed off about the air inside the big-top, like it was thinner. He gulped as his wings ruffled in agitation then looked around with suspicion. The air just seemed off, completely unlike the air anywhere he’d flown before. The hippogriff turned to another pony who had followed him, an all-yellow stallion with a red-waxed cheese wheel cutiemark.

“Hey, does the air in here seem kinda funny to you?” The hippogriff squeaked, clamping his beak shut the moment the pitch of his voice changed.

“Yeah it does seem kinda funny in here. But your voice is even funnier.” Cheddar squeaked a teasing laugh; his voice was extremely high pitched.

“My voice? What about your voice!” Thundersong squeaked, then immediately pressed a claw to his beak in disbelief. He chuckled half-heartedly, his voice did sound funnier because of the strange air.

“Haha, what fun! I think this tent is filled with helium.” Cheddar squeaked. Thundersong looked panicked.

“What’s the matter? A little helium never hurt no pony.” Cheddar asked.

“A little? We are in a balloon filled with a lot more than a little helium. We’re all gonna asphyxiate to death!” Thundersong tried to sound serious, but it just sounded incredible high pitched and rushed, not serious at all. Behind Thundersong, a pony squeaked up to reassure the skittish hippogriff.

“You’ll be fine; the balloon tent is constantly being filtered with fresh heliox. That means it has oxygen in it.”

Thundersong turned around and immediately recognized the pony as the same one from above the big-top, although he was much smaller in person and significantly less balloon-y in appearance.

“See, safe.” Cheddar beamed, and then left without another word. He wanted to explore the big top. Thundersong was not fully convinced.

“Are you sure this is safe? It already feels harder to breathe.” Thundersong squeaked and held a claw to his chest. Shindig Flare patted him on the head, ruffling the hippogriff’s ivory feathers

“Positive, birdy. You’re just a tab bit panicked. But, if you still feel uncomfortable, the exit is right where you came in. If you leave, though, you’ll miss out on all the balloon creations we will be making today. I could give you a tour if you’d like?” Shindig offered.

Thundersong looked toward the exit, Shindig was right; he could leave any time he wanted. He truly felt a bit lightheaded, but it didn’t seem any harder than normal to breathe and it was actually beginning to make him feel warm and cozy.

“Hmmm, I suppose you’re right. Errr... you’re the pony from the roof, right? I’m Thundersong, I don’t think we’ve met” Thundersong squeaked softly.

“Shindig, Shindig Flare at your service.” Shindig took a bow.

“Would you like that tour?” Shindig asked once more. There was something about this unicorn that Thundersong trusted.

“Yeah, actually, I think that would be nice. Thank you.” Thundersong chirped with delight which sounded even more playful than normal with all the heliox he’d been breathing.

Shindig lead Thundersong to the reception area in the very center of the balloon big top. Thundersong asked why it wasn’t closer to the front and Shindig said it was so anyone could access it from any side of the big-top. It was a simple circular desk staffed by what seemed to be single red stallion. Further inspection revealed that it was a very detailed balloon made to look like a pony, kinda like the one floating above the big top.

“Howdy, how can I help you young hippogriff?” The balloon asked. He didn’t move his mouth at all. He simply spoke and bounced tethered by string at the end of his cock and at the end of each fore hoof to a single central eye screw in the ground.

“Did that balloon just talk?” Thundersong asked.

“Welcome to the first spot on our tour, the reception area.” Shindig wrapped the wood of the desk with his hooves.

“And yep, he sure did. Meet Swift Strike. He wanted to make sure that it was safe to have such a large attraction so close to a respawn gate. So after a bit of talk, I offered him a job. We are very glad to have him, he is very resourceful and makes a wonderful reception pony.” Shindig smiled and tapped Swift’s side.

Even slightest introduction of additional pressure on the volume of gas inside his body caused his cock to throb and twitch with pleasure. Of course, since he was a balloon, there was no way for him to increase the pressure himself. ‘Moar, please!’ He cried out mentally, but that wasn’t part of his new reception training.

“Please let me help you!” Swift insisted instead.

“I was going to suggest that he be the lookout pony above the big top, but he seem deathly ill at the thought of extreme heights, so this more grounded position seemed perfect.” Shindig flicked the string attached to Swift’s cock like a guitar. Swift’s urethra tugged with the vibration of the string sending shivers through the helium gas in his body. The vibrations ended in his head made him feel light headed in a pleasurable way.

“But how can he help if he can’t move? Isn’t he just a balloon?” Thundersong asked.

“Ask him for help and find out.” Shindig smiled.

“Ummm, where can I find some normal party balloons around here?” Thundersong asked Swift.

Swift turned counter-clockwise to the right in three quick bounds until he was facing a different area of the tent. Each bound tugged at his cock making him feel harder and harder. Then, like magic, Swift managed to forced up his fore hooves, rear is back hooves, and lean forward like an arrow, nearly all the pressure tugging at his cock now.

“Our gift shop is over that way, nearly everything is free of charge and what isn’t can be earned through events located around the big top.” Swift said enthusiastically. All the tugging at his limbs and cock had created a lot of extra pressure which made him feel an extreme amount of pleasure.

“Oh okay, wow. Thank you.” Thundersong squeaked.

“Are you satisfied, or is there something else I can help you with?” Swift asked, but really it was a plea. He begged for Thundersong to say yes.

Thundersong nodded, he did want to ask another question.

“What else can I help you with?” Swift asked. He returned, unsatisfied, to his normal stationary position, then he turned to face his patron Thundersong. Shindig laughed, if Thundersong only knew the tease he was being too poor Swift.

“Where is the bathroom?” Thundersong chirped, not sure what else to ask. He just found it amusing to watch Swift bound around by his cock.

With minimal delay, Swift turned clockwise to the left in five quick bounds until he was facing a different area of the tent. Again, each bound tugged at his cock making him feel hard. Like before, Swift raised his fore hooves, rear is back hooves, and leaned forward like an arrow with all the pressure now on his cock.

“The male restroom is that way.” Swift squeaked, then shifted a little counter-clockwise.

“The female restroom is right next to it. Are you satisfied, or is there something else I can help you with?” Swift asked diligently once more.

“Thank you, you’ve been very helpful.” Thundersong beamed. Shindig leaned against the counter casually and waited.

“You’re very welcome, anytime~” Swift sang. Like a rubber band, he shot back to stationary, the extra momentum caused his whole body to bound on the tether of his cock and pull him wildly to and fro.

The gas violently shook inside Swift, every movement the pressure increased, sending waves of pleasure through him as the gas inside bounced against his interior. The balloon-ified pony could not hold back any longer and he came to an erratic orgasm, which caused him to twitch violently while the other ponies in the tent watched. Each shake, squirm, quiver and twitch of his balloon body only stimulated the gas inside him, drawing the orgasm out and ensuring he would still be needy long after it ended, even as the balloon pony continued to thrash about in bliss.

Thundersong giggled before turning to Shindig, ignoring the balloon pony for the moment. “Well where to next, Shindig?” Thundersong asked, the feeling of lightheaded-ness was beginning to feel really good and he wanted see more of the balloon emporium.

“Let me show you the create-your-own balloon section next, it’s the closest, then we can just continue in a large circle.” Shindig made a swirling motion with his hoof.

“Okay, that sounds fun.” Thundersong chirped, then got a head start in that direction.

Shindig felt good, really good. He loved it when anyone had fun, especially when the fun was created with his own two hooves, and double especially since he created it with Pinkie Pie. Another thing he loved was Thundersong flank, there was actually a pretty hung stallion behind that cute bird smile and Swift’s screams of pleasure weren't helping him feel any less aroused.

Life was better, when your head was full of light and bubbly gas.

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Thundersong followed Shindig Flare to the create-your-own balloon station. It consumed a large portion of the big top because it was by far the most popular section of all. Many ponies were already busy folding, forming and otherwise filling colorful party balloons into all shape and size imaginable.

There were tanks every few feet, so ponies could have quick access to a wide range of various concentrated gas types. Many of the tanks were labeled; for instance, Thundersong noticed that one of the tanks was simply labeled ‘fur’.

Thundersong watched a female unicorn use that tank in particular, she filled an ordinary blue balloon with green polka-dots. When she turned on the gas, the balloon grew fur on the outside, even matching the polka-dot pattern until the balloon was as soft as a cat's coat of fur, but as squeaky, floaty and bouncy as a balloon would be normally.

She gave her new balloon creation a loving hug, then went to search for more balloons to fur-ify.

Thundersong noted that other tanks were labeled, but not clearly or with added ambiguity. Thundersong watched one male earth pony try to fill his large blue balloon with a gas that was labeled self-serve helium. To any sane pony, that meant ordinary helium for which you had to serve yourself. Yet, when he turned on the gas, nothing seemed to happen to his balloon at all.

Surprisingly, his whole body started to puff and inflate rapidly and his coat started to turn shiny blue and rubbery like his balloon. Thundersong watched him desperately try to turn off the gas, but his hooves had become too puffy and clumsy to grip anything. Soon however, he gave up and used his hooves to stroke at his stallionhood, a clear build in pleasure proportional to the addition of pressure of the gas filling his body.

The pony continued to stroke himself until his hooves became too squishy and his joints too stiff to move his hooves anymore. As his midriff filled with gas, he started to float upwards. He moaned continuously, the entire way up to the ceiling of the big-top.

Thundersong watched him float and laughed when he noticed that there were already quite a few previous victims floating above the tank.

Suddenly, as if sensing that the pony was now at full capacity, the tank stopped all on its own. As the hissing sound ended, it was replaced with the last moans of the shiny blue pony above. He reach peak pleasure and orgasmed long blue strands of cum that fell down with heavy satisfying splats. One particular glob rained down on an unsuspecting stallion back, who appropriately whipped the blue spunk with his hoof, a clear look of embarrassment and confusion on his face.

“This looks like fun, can I make a balloon?” Thundersong asked. Looking up had made his head spin more than he thought! It must have been from all the helium gas he’d been breathing, yet surprisingly, he was coming to appreciate the pleasurable dizzy drunk feeling that came with it.

“Mh hm, you sure can.” Shindig smirked and watched Thundersong try to casually hide his unsheathed stallionhood. It was cute how it jerked a few good times before he got it under control.

Thundersong smiled then wandered into the depths of the balloon area. Shindig followed very close behind.

Thundersong noticed that there were grated bins filled with piles of balloons everywhere. There were long balloons, short ones, big ones and small ones, balloons that could be sculpted like clay and others that held their shape like stone; regardless, they all floated and had similar properties to ordinary balloons filled with normal helium. There were even some balloons that made special sounds or played music when you applied some pressure.

Octavia and Vinyl were digging through a bin of the last sort.

“Hey, this one makes a perfect D# sound when you pluck it.” Octavia squeaked a giggle as she flicked her hoof, nice and easy, against the rubbery surface of her long pink balloon. Vinyl chuckled.

“See! I told you this was a good idea. Now, if only I could find a balloon that makes wubs…” Vinyl wondered.

Shindig noticed that Vinyl had searched through a small pile of balloons already, all of which now rested at her hooves. His horn flared briefly with magic as he changed the the small grey balloon she held from a obo balloon to a wub making balloon.

Oblivious to the swap, Vinyl filled her small grey balloon with normal helium gas, then gave it a good hit with her hoof after it was sealed. It created an amazing modulated bass sound that sent shivers down the spines of every pony nearby. It echoed even louder as the sound waves decompressed closer to the ceiling. There, it made a balloon-ifed mare orgasm from the sudden rippling of pressure through her body which caused her an extreme amount of pleasure.

As things would have it, her shiny orange cum landed with a huge splat on Octavia’s flank. When Octavia turned her head upward to the source of the moans, she got another splat of the orange mare cum right to the face.

Octavia turned her head toward Vinyl, a clear look of disgust on her face, but Vinyl’s grin was a mile wide.

“Don’t you dare…” Octavia suddenly glared. Vinyl’s grin grew wider.

“Don’t do it…” Octavia warned again. Vinyl grin put the grinch to shame before she burst into heavy laughs.

“Hehe, bass made that mare cum!” Vinyl hiccuped, well into her fit of laughter. Octavia waited for Vinyl to calm down and get that little joke lyric out of her system. Vinyl wiped a tear from her eye then gave Octavia an innocent smile.

Octavia adorned a blank unamused expression and wiped the mare cum off her muzzle. With one flick of her hoof, she swatted the remaining marecum away.

Thundersong laughed and all together found the whole scene amusing.

“Hey can we stop here for a second? I wanna make a music balloon really quick.” Thundersong decided, after all, he did love making music. Especially tesela music, that was his specialty. He went to the same bin Vinyl had used and rummaged around for something fun to fill.

Shindig smirked and his horn flared with magic again. If Thundersong thought that was amusing, wait till he saw this.

Thundersong rejected a few balloons before settling on a long golden one that he missed near the top, his first pass. It had awkward lumps in it and he wondered what sort of shape it would turn out to be if he filled the balloon with gas.

Shindig watched as Thundersong selected the balloon he’d setup with magic. As Thundersong filled it, two separate ends of the balloon puffed out into small asymmetric lumps, each of which were connected to their own stem. Both stems connected at the end with two short slanted tubes.

“Cool, this balloon is shaped like a double quarter note. It’s kinda like my cutie mark, only without the lightning bolt.” Thundersong was a kind of oddity among hippogriffs, it was a hit or miss on the cutie mark depending on genetics of the couple and a few other factors.

“Yeah, what a coincidence~ you got one that looks like your cutie mark. What does it sound like, I wonder?” Shindig, of course, didn’t have to wonder.

Thundersong waved his balloon in the air which caused both quavers to quiver and ring out their sound. They harmonized into one single beautiful note that echo throughout the area. The sound relaxed all the ponies who heard it, but it had quite the opposite effect on two nearby ponies.

“Do you hear that Vinyl?” Octavia asked. Her ear flicked and twitched suddenly to the tune of the sound Thundersong was still playing.

“Yeah, that sounds nice… Really nice…” Vinyl squeaked with surprise as her clit peaked out from her marefolds.

“Ah yes. Lovely. Can you hear it? A perfect C octave.” Octavia blushed. She was correct, of course, it was two perfect C notes spaced precisely apart. It made her head feel warm, heavy, and slow as honey, but it also had a similar effect to her marehood which leaked from excess heat being produced.

“Ah yes, nice and steady now. 1~ 2~ 3~ 4~” Octavia repeated but trailed off as she continued. She crossed her hind legs with embarrassment, each note was like the slow and steady thrust of a stallion making love. Yet, the beginnings of each note pounded her marehood like a hard hoof slap.

Vinyl had her hind legs spread far apart now, but away from Octavia to hide her lewdness; however, Shindig got the full show as Thundersong had yet to notice. Her marehood winked with each note and continued with Thundersong’s rhythmic waving, until she was closer to the ground and twice as wet.

“Oh Octavia~.” Vinyl moaned exactly what was on her mind. Her whole body trembled with pleasure.

“Vinyl?” Octavia flushed and nuzzled against Vinyl’s neck for support. Only then did she notice Vinyl’s lewd position, but couldn’t help from mimicking her as the musical onslaught carried its tune.

Both their minds were abuzz with emotion until something deep inside snapped. The two mares cried out in orgasm, spilling their purses without ever being touched, then they collapsed in a loving mess beside each other.

Thundersong looked shocked. He’d been lucky enough to catch the two mares just before the throes of orgasm, busy as he was with his new music toy.

“Did you see that!?” Shindig asked. Thundersong nodded.

“Yeah, what was that all about, it was really hot though.” Thundersong admitted reluctantly.

“I think somepony, well some ponies, liked your music Thundersong. Try waving that balloon of yours again?” Shindig conjectured.

“Really? Okay, let me try.” Thundersong squeaked. He waited for the two mares to recover, then he waved his balloon again and both mares were already looking around for the source of the sound with a crazed look.

“There it is again.” Octavia squeaked.

“Find it!” Vinyl said, tongue lolled out of her muzzle.

“Over there.” Octavia pointed to Thundersong who stared wide eyed.

Octavia and Vinyl quickly trotted to Thundersong. Then, Vinyl snatched up the balloon from Thundersong’s claw and shared it with Octavia.

“Hey!” Thundersong squeaked.

“The sound, the beautiful, sweet sou-u-uo-ound.” Octavia moaned and licked one quaver of Thundersong’s balloon which Vinyl held between her and Octavia. Soon, Vinyl joined in and licked at the other quaver until both mares were suckling on it.

“Hey.” Thundersong squeaked a little softer and his stallionhood unsheathed again.

“It’s the most beautiful sound, I-I’ve ever heard, Octavia.” Vinyl squeaked, between licks and suckling on the end of her quaver. The note continued to make sound.

“Hey?” Thundersong asked, even softer this time. He had to admit, this was incredibly hot. Yet, he was still a little sad about the loss of his balloon. Especially, if it held that kind of power over ponies, making it valuable.

“I want… I want…” Vinyl whined, unable to complete her sentence between her desire to speak and her desire to keep sucking on the quaver.

“Want what? … What?” Thundersong asked. He was on his hind hooves now, rubbing at his stallionhood with increasing strength.

“I want it inside me!” Octavia finally yelled.

“Oh yea, y-ye-es!” Vinyl moaned her complete and utter agreement.

“Ah buck… what?” Thundersong blushed. He was being masturbated by a strange magical aura around his stallionhood.

“This scene has become too delicious for you not to continue. Let me help you, my squeaky friend.” Shindig winked, his horn flared with magic.

“But I-I… Okay.” Thundersong chirped softly, giving up for now. It just felt too good.

Octavia and Vinyl stopped licking the note, it only took a moment for both mares to re-position their respective quavers over their engorged and leaking marehoods.

“Oh buck, they meant it!” Thundersong grunted as he felt an extra strong stroke against his stallionhood at the very same moment. Shindig chuckled, but also licked his lips.

Octavia and Vinyl ignored everypony as bounded up and down on their quavers, going down nearly all the way each time. It would have looked awkward for a pony to accomplish this feat, it were not for the short distance that connected the two thrusting mares. They used each others shoulders and gripped the ground against their hind legs for support. Once they found a rhythm, there moans of pleasure synced to the tune of the note they were playing.

“S-S-Sluts...” Was the only word Thundersong managed to grunt as Shindig masturbated him with greater strength. Shindig nodded his agreement.

“Looks like they never want their display to end.” Shindig squeaked. He pointed to their flanks which were swiftly balloon-ifing.

“Oh, look, they are losing their cutie marks too.” Thundersong managed to say. Strangely, it was a huge turn on and he felt like he’d orgasm any second now.

With one final push, both mares took the plunge one last time on the balloon note before they were too stiff to move. Only Vinyl missed and her quaver was pushed deep into her plothole! It went in with a satisfying slurping noise but also with ease because it was covered in plenty of marejuice.

Octavia and Vinyl both screamed, Vinyl for a different reason. Still, both mares had reached peak pleasure and quivered in the throes of a second more explosive orgasm. Moments later, their screams were silenced with a passionate kiss and sealed by an affectionate hug, there marejuice still squirting out soaking the note balloon.

The balloon-ification process continued more quickly after their orgasm, changing their coats into matching shiny solid colors. Inside, they became hollow, stretchy, and filled with helium gas.

“Ah ah, I’m…” Thundersong held a claw to his beak, grunted, then felt a great release of pressure as he came to orgasm himself. Octavia and Vinyl’s muzzles, locked together in perfect bliss by balloon-ification process, were coated with Thundersong’s sticky seed. It dripped and oozed off their slick shiny faces as he came, but some of it stayed, including a particularly interesting string of cum that hung off either side of their locked muzzles.

The newly created Octavia and Vinyl balloon, suddenly had more helium than combined weight. It flew up into the ceiling to join their balloon-ified counterparts. However, they were already gone by the time Thundersong’s head had been cleared of his orgasm.

Thundersong huffed and turned to Shindig, then he looked down at the ground. Some of his spilt seed was there, so he looked elsewhere. Elsewhere was boring, so he turned to Shindig and gave him a guilty look and rubbed at the feathers on the back of his head.

“Hehe, sorry. That was just really, really hot.” Now that Thundersong thought about it, he was still kind aroused by it. His cock twitched slightly out of his sheath. Why did he feel so good? Thundersong took a deep, deep breath. chirrrp, why did he feel so good?

“Ah don’t worry about it, anything for a friend.” Shindig smiled, then his face turned sinister, playfully sinister.

“I’m sure you’d do the same for me, eh buddy?” Shindig lighted up and gave Thundersong a hoof bump to the shoulder.

“Ah, haha, yeah sure. Thanks.” Thundersong chirped, not knowing how he should feel about that.

“Come on, I’ll show you the hot air station next, and if we have time the gift shop too.” Shindig waved for him to move his flank along.

“Awww, do you have somewhere you need to be? I’m not being a burden, am I?” Thundersong asked.

“Nope, not at all. And you can say that.” Shindig squeaked a laugh. Thundersong didn’t know which was which, but Shindig didn’t seem bothered, so he didn’t either.

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“Hey, Pinkie. How are things looking over here?” Shindig Flare asked.

“Great, got three around back already and the gift shop is already filling up.” Pinkie Pie smiled.

“Hey Thundersong, enjoying the balloon emporium so far?” Pinkie asked.

“Oh, yeah. It’s great, but how did you know my name?” Thundersong squeaked.

“Welll~ I just know these things.” Pinkie and Shindig chuckled. Thundersong looked confused and sat on his hind legs trying to puzzle it out.

“What’s the score?” Shindig asked. Pinkie pulled out a pair of gemstone encrusted party glasses and a long scroll, seemingly from nowhere.

“One purple and teal top hat, one red and white parasol, and one giant mug of fresh cider.” Pinkie squeaked in her best official sounding voice before littering both glasses and scroll. Thundersong looked down at the scroll, there was only a doodle of Pinkie being offical on it.

“Awesome! Sounds like we got some good ones already. Can’t wait to see them.” Shindig smiled. Thundersong watched him shuffle around awkwardly.

“Yep. We sure do, buddy. What are you two doing?” Pinkie asked.

“Shindig was just about to show me the gift shop.” Thundersong squeaked into the conversation.

“Fun, fun, fun. Can I follow? I just about done here.” Pinkie asked and continued her work. She was affixing some kind of hollow metal cylinder to some tanks of gas.

“Always.” Shindig said immediately with a softness to his voice. Thunder chuckled. He could tell that Shindig totally had the hots for a certain pink mare.

Pinkie nodded then worked twice as fast to set everything up. Hooking up tanks, adjusting positions, adding hoses and nozzles. Shindig sighed, she was just so professional. He knew of no other pony who could set up hot air equipment from scratch without a manual and definitely not with the speed and grace she displayed.

“All done, let’s gooo~” Pinkie sang in a squeaky voice.

“Wait, who is gonna stay here and help out with this station.” Thundersong lifted a hose off the ground, then left it fall.

“If I don’t know how this stuff works, how is anypony else?” Thundersong asked.

“You’re a genius, Thundersong. Good eye, and so very helpful.” Pinkie squeaked. Thundersong felt oddly good about the praise. He puffed out his chest which caused his feathers to separate and become ruffled.

Pinkie hung a single candy cane shaped balloon over the edge of a hollow metal ring attached to one of the tanks.

“Wait, what? What is that?” Thundersong asked with a curious chirp. Pinkie giggled.

“Lets just say... in~struct~tions~” Pinkie bounded off in the direction of the gift shop. Shindig laughed, then followed. Thundersong also followed, he was confused but he concluded that Pinkie was just missing a few to many marbles.

The gift shop was special. It occupied its own portion of the big-top because large vertical tarps hung from the ceiling and sectioned off the space. The entrance was made up of two such tarps set at an angle, they swung open as easily as the entrance to the big-top itself. Right there, above the entrance, hung a wooden sign that read:

“Gift Shop. Everything free, because the best gift is giving.” Thundersong looked up and read the sign, aloud.

“That’s really thoughtful…” Thundersong squeaked. He really enjoyed the spin on his head that came with looking upwards. It was like he wanted it to float off his neck, up, up, chirrrp, up.

“Yep, and true.” Pinkie winked at Thundersong and watched as his stallionhood twitched cutely just out of his sheath.

“Hey, you.” A purple pony said. Pinkie recognized the pony as the half-kirin unicorn from before; Tihan if she remember correctly, and she never forgot a name. However, Tihan’s question wasn’t directed at her.

“Hey, hey, excuse me. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering, where are the hot air balloon’s at? I heard were some around here.” Tihan asked Thundersong nicely, but he raised a quizzical eyebrow at her forwardness.

“I just came from there actually, it’s back that way and just around the corner there, if you haven’t passed the bathrooms, you’ve not gone far enough.” Thundersong squeaked its precise location from memory.

“Thanks you, Thundersong.” Tihan squeaked then trotted away, following Thundersong’s directions without another word.

Thundersong smiled and puffed out his chest with pride, breathing deeply from the heliox filled air of the Big-top. However, he deflated quickly when he remembered that he didn’t even know who that unicorn was.

“Hey, how did you know my… name?” Thundersong called out, but it was already too late. Tihan was gone.

“How did she know my name?” Thundersong wondered aloud.

“I dunno, beats me.” Shindig chuckled.

“Maybe~ she got lucky.” Pinkie giggled and then she nudged Shindig playfully.

“Come on. Lets check out the gift shop before we’re old.” Shindig whined.
“This is the last place on our tour, well, unless you count the employee only area.” Shindig squeaked.

Thundersong shrugged and followed Shindig and Pinkie into the gift shop.

The inside was more fantastic than the outside led Thundersong to believe. There were balloons everywhere, but with almost no organization. The whole space was an ocean of color, each balloon unique; There were balloons that floated at eye level and never more. Conversely, there were balloons that bounced violently and tugged at their ropes with such force, they could easily float beyond the clouds if able. Floating all the way up until the pressure became too much and they exploded into shreds of shiny rubber.

There were even balloons that seemed alive! They bounded awkwardly around the room, and seemed to suffer little from the effect of gravity. Some of them played games, such as hide-n-seek and tag. There was even a balloon comedian. It made jokes to a crowd full of ordinary, un-alive balloons for some reason.

Some played more kinky games. One white on pink balloon dragon was desperately trying to finger herself, but it was futile, her claws had become useless puffy balloon mitts. Still, that didn’t stop her from trying. Really trying.

Another green balloon pony tried to hump another red balloon unicorn’s leg; however, his stallionhood was just another long squishy balloon. It refused to grip to the others leg and just flopped away, pitifully every time.

The red unicorn didn’t seem to mind that his leg was being humped, he was too busy trying to suck his own balloon stallionhood. It was long, large, and most importantly close enough to reach. Yet, since his mouth was sealed, it was impossible for him to do anything but boop it cutely, over and over with his muzzle.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, all of these… are free?” Thundersong squeaked in a higher more excited pitch than normal.

“Absolutely!” Pinkie beamed and admired her work.

“Why? Would you like a gift, Thundersong?” Shindig asked with a chuckle.
“Would I.” Thundersong squeaked, already looking for something naughty. He was horny again, and his act with the two musical mares already felt like an appetizer.

“Not so fast, Thundersong.” Pinkie placed a hoof on Thundersong’s tail. With one sudden jerk, his excitement was displaced into his flank as he fell to his haunches. Yet, he was more surprised by the immediate bubbling it caused inside his head. It was almost like his blood was boiling, but it felt good really good.

“Hey, what gives!” Thundersong squeaked. His head felt lighter and a wobbled on top of his neck.

“Maybe I should have made the sign more specific?” Pinkie’s muzzled scrunched in Shindig’s direction.

“What do you mean?” Thundersong asked again, a little more frustrated.

“Nah, I think it’s fine. He is a special case, *remember he is still getting a gift.” Shindig reassured Pinkie.

“What the hay are you guys talking about!?” Thundersong squeaked loudly.

“Calm down, Thundersong. It’s just that these particular gifts are for the guests. They are not supposed to be for the employees.” Shindig explained.

“But wait, I’m not…”

Shindig gave Thundersong three swift pats to the head. Each one was dizzying, like spinning around on a merry-go-round at top speed. Yet, they were also as pleasurable as a hard and fast stroke of his already raging stallionhood. Thundersong fell on his back, but really he was in the clouds. Way way up, in the clouds.

“Haha, you look funny, silly birdy!” Pinkie chortled and watched Thundersongs eyes dance.

“Aww look at his hind legs~” Shindig wiped away a tear. Thundersongs hind legs were rearing up and twitching randomly in the air, just like his stallionhood.

“So cute, he is gonna make a wonderful tour guide.” Pinkie squeaked while she messed with Thundersong’s balloon name tag. He’d never noticed and still didn’t in his incapacitated state, but it had actually grow out of him right at his heart.

“Thundersong - Balloon Emporium Tour Guide” It read.

Suddenly, Pinkie’s body shook in a boxy leaping motion and made a sound of a ringing alarm clock. Even Shindig didn’t know how she managed that one, she was simply that amazing.

“Idea! Oh, oh, idea! I got and idea.” Pinkie said and raised her hoof like a school foal who needed permission.

“What is it Pinkie? What? What?” Shindig jumped up and down. He didn’t even attempt to slow down her enthusiasm, not even a little. He wouldn’t dare!

“He should be our mascot too, then we can leave all the ballooning operations to him.” Pinkie suggested.

Shindig smile lightened up a little, he knew what she was referring too. Pinkie must have sensed the hesitation too.

“Oh, I’m sorry Shindig. I really, really, really have an irrational fear of clones, at least clones of me and my friends. I know you meant well, but I was really hoping we could destroy our copies.” Pinkie looked solemn. It was the first time Shindig had ever seen Pinkie express any emotion other than joy or its derivatives. The worse thing of all was he’d caused it. On accident, but it caused him great internal agony.

“Of course, of course. We can destroy them, I just…” Shindig didn’t know what to say. It was at times like this, he would just dig at a pony until they told him all their secrets. He would use that power to make everything okay again, but he couldn’t do that to Pinkie. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t anyway, her soul was too well defended.

“Thank you Shindig. And don’t worry, I don’t mind if you make Thundersong clones. I just want the real you.” Pinkie said sincerely. She didn’t smile, she didn’t frown, and somehow she managed not to squeak despite the heliox filled air. Yet, Shindig felt he’d been given a great gift, greater than anything in the gift shop or the entire world full of gift shops.

“Your welcome Pinkie, I’ll vaporize our clones just as soon as I’m finished with Thundersong. I think he’ll make a terrific mascot for the Balloon Emporium.” Shindig beamed.

“Great, opps!” Pinkie checked her wrist.

“It’s been exactly 17 minutes and 34 seconds. Our kirin friend, Tihan, should be about finished with the in~struct~tions~ I left for her.” Pinkie squeaked, despite not actually having a wrist watch. Shindig laughed, the gag was an oldy’ but a goody.

“I’ll go set her out back, and I’ll meet you later.” Pinkie squeaked, then bounded off.

Thundersong was still on the ground, stallionhood and legs twitching in the air. Shindig bonked him once more on the head for safe measure, then dragged him out of the gift shop by his hind leg. It was pretty easy considering how light he was now.

Shindig vowed never to hurt Pinkie again. Yet, why did it feel like he was lying to himself.

Pinkie and Shindig - Party Shenanigans

by Veering Winds

Piñata

Castle of Mirrors

Dirt Cake

Café

Helpful Balloons

Musical Balloons

Gift Balloons