Pinkie entered what seemed to be a room with a phone booth in the middle. It had a rounded shape, with seats (by their appearance she could easily guess they were very comfortable and expensive) lining the wall all around. The only source of light came from the ceiling of the strange phone booth thing in the middle. Strangely enough, the whole room was painted in bright pastel tones, with balloons, cakes and toys painted in the walls. She felt really comfortable with the decoration, almost releasing one of her characteristic random giggle fits, but she decided to hide such approval demonstrations in order to keep her formal look.

The man who called himself Discord sat down on the nearest chair, and invited her to sit next to him. Then began what finally took on the shape of a formal interview.

The surroundings quickly left her mind, as she became more at ease when she began talking to her new boss about her job expectations, experience and know-how. During the conversation she was delighted to find that in many ways she and her employer were very alike, both loving fun and having crazy memories of their younger wilder years, liking to add some little chaos in their surroundings, and making nonsensical jokes that most of the time only they understood. And best of all, the work semeed to be a piece of cake, nothing that a young graduate as her couldn't handle.

What she failed to notice though, was that a lot of the questions he was asking were hardly related to her job, such as her personal habits, favorite foods, hobbies, tastes of clothing and music, exercise and physical activity or when she saw her boyfriend, family and friends. Looking at him with more attention, he seemed to be a very charming man, handsome in a raw and feral way, and perhaps around a decade and a half older than her. She found herself enjoying his conversation so much that she was surprised when she noticed that they had talked for nearly an hour.

Discord stood up, and got ready to leave, Pinkie stood with him.

“Miss Pie, I need to go for a few minutes, but in the meantime, please use our induction booth,” He pointed to the phone booth thingy "and go through the material you will find there if you are so kind. I will be back in about half an hour. Arrivederci!” And with that he turned and quickly walked out a second door on the other side of the funny room.

Pinkie approached the booth, and opened a single door. As she stepped inside she noticed some promotional brochures, something that seemed to be a pink diadem. Most importantly, she saw a bright yellow envelope, with the logo of the company (a funny looking creature, something like a Dragon with a head that was neither a horse nor a goat but something in between) on it, and bright red letters that said: “Read this first”

Inside she found some basic and clear instructions on how to use what she now realized was some sort of specialized headphones. The instructions told her that the induction would be a virtual audio tour, one that would explain all the details of her new job, perks, duties and expectations. She needed to experience the audio induction right at the beginning, and subsequently in weekly sessions in order to reinforce the instruction.

The headphones were unlike any others she had seen. Quite in contrast with the big bulky pieces DJs used, these ones were little more than a pair of really small cute ear-buds, each attached to the very ends of what seemed to be a diadem. The diadem in question sported a couple of perked up pink ears that resembled the ones of a horse. It was very similar to the cheerleader accessories she and her friends used back in High School on the occasions they needed to raise Canterlot High school spirit.

The whole combination was quite strange given their purpose and the circumstances, but never one to dismiss something just because it looked a little silly; she slipped the cute gadget on her head, and adjusted the little buds deep inside her ears.

It automatically switched on; she could hear a soft purring noise and then, nothing more. Suddenly and for about a second, Pinkie was aware that something terribly wrong was happening, but then, right after the moment of realization, her mind went blank.

Discord had a truly evil smile on his face when he went back to the room in anticipation, showing a possessive satisfied expression, taking in the sight of the unconscious yet still standing up girl. Her bosom that for a moment had moved in agitation as for just the brief second she had been aware that they had done something to her, now moved in a placid calm breathing rhythm.

When he saw her three months earlier in that party, he instantly knew that she was worthy of his time. She was the ultimate specimen for his own personal tastes, nice and firm body, voluptuous and womanly curves, long legs and a tight bum that showed that she worked out. But when he saw her sparkling blue eyes and her attitude during the night he completely lost it. He needed that woman; he just had to see those eyes, looking up at him from a kneeling position as she worshipped his cock. It was laborious, but three months of careful planning, favors and insidious manipulation were finally going to give results.

She was right now enjoying a very deep and safe sedated state. It wasn't magic, or some New Age mumbo-jumbo. Certainly weren't his psychic talents. Discord didn't knew, and he certainly couldn't care less if something like ‘Magic’ existed in this world, but he sure as hell had no need for it, with cutting edge technology at his disposal. It never ceased to amuse him how, with the right technology, enough funds, and brilliant (if perverse) minds; almost anything was possible, from making silly optical illusions to mind raping someone.

Previous experiments had made Discord an expert in human brainwashing. Not that it was that hard, he had learned that most persons, good or bad, smart or dumb, strong or weak, all could be easily manipulated. A few words, some electric stimuli, a few finger snaps, and he could forever transform the kindest person in a paradigm of hate, the strongest fighter in a pathological coward, or your regular philanthropist into a vulgar thief. Knowing what he knew about the weakness and fragility of the human mind, Discord believed no person was worthy of any confidence or trust, not from a complex chaotic mind like his.

The “My Little Pony” earphones that Pinkie Pie had on her head at that moment were just one of the many toys he and his associates had created. The buds pumped beautiful soothing noises right into her inner ears, stimulating the little bones inside her skull. The diadem and ears sent slight and inoffensive electric jolts right to her brain centers, slowing her thoughts to a crawl and making her mind little more than a piece of soft dough, to mold in whatever way one could wish. All of it was easily manipulated with a remote controller that he had in his pocket right now, increasing or decreasing the intensity of the audio and electrical impulses. At the most basic state, she was completely suggestible, obeying by sheer instinct every order someone could give her.

Discord admired his most recent acquisition, deciding silently to take his sweet time and have a little old fashioned hypnotic fun before her old self was completely wiped clean. Discord hoped he could hold off from just throwing her to the ground and fucking her right there. He would have to make a great effort though, the mere sight of her standing there helpless, a willing slave to anything he wished, was in itself such a turn on that he had the biggest raging hard on his pants already. This was a very innocent and inexperienced woman with the face of a teenage girl, with the most perfect natural body he had ever seen. And if he wanted right now, he could take all her sweet holes and she would let him without a single word.

But no, he would hold off, he wanted to savor it slowly. Discord have always been the kind of person that enjoyed playing with his food just as much as eating it, so he was going to use a more slow and entertaining approach.

“Miss Pie...” he gasped looking at her and wanting desperately to grab her melons to grope and suck them, but holding himself for now “can you hear me?”

“Yes, Mr. Discord” she answered in a simple monotone, her expression blank, her eyes open but unfocused.

“I want you to understand and learn the following orders and directives” smiling broadly, he started with the old classics “You are my slave”

““Yes, Mr. Discord, I am your slave”

“I am your master”

“Yes, Mr. Discord, you are my master”

“You want to suck my cock”

“Uhmmm…Mr. Discord, why would I want to suck a rooster? That’s beyond silly!”

“Yes, you…WAIT WHAT!?” He almost had a heart attack. Checking quickly his remote he verified that the system was working perfectly, Pinkie Pie snorted and kept parroting with a happy voice.

“I mean, Roosters and chicken are fun, true, I dressed as one once. But they don’t seem to be that good of a suckable material if you ask me. My boyfriend has a little plastic one that is all bland and flaccid, we call it Boneless, but I wouldn't suck it ever. I prefer to suck a lollipop, or frosting, or a lollipop with frosting that…”

He had to make sure she wasn't pulling his leg. On the vacant state the subjects were left while using the MLP headband, they always droned in a dull monotone voice without any inflections, anything like laughs, giggles or snorts were unheard of. Now this girl was not only filling his ears with a lot of useless babble, but she also was doing it with her regular bubbly voice tone. No, it was actually an even bubblier and happier voice that the one she used with him previously.

“Oh for goodness sake!” he said with an exasperated tone that stopped Pinkie. Wanting not to disturb her (keeping the subject comfortable and calm was an integral part to the brainwashing), he decided to just change his words alittle, after all, there were millions of ways to call it “allright, forget about the cock. Let’s just say you will worship my dick… you know what a dick is, right?”

“Oh I know I know, that’s a detective, you silly”

“Have you ever seen a Man rod?”

“Can't say I have”

“What about a Schlong?”

“Nopie Dopie Loopie”

“Big hot Salami?”

“Sounds delicious…but no”

“Dong?”

“Zero”

“Meat Anaconda?”

“Ohh, sounds dangerous” Discord had an hopeful expression “but no, it doesn't ring a bell at all”

…(30 minutes and 256 different slangs for the male genitalia later)

“Alright" after a long sigh, and checking one last time his smartphone with the Urban Dictionary webpage opened "perhaps Zubra!?” he gasped with a pleading voice and throwing the cigar in his left hand.

“Nope” shocking her head the young girl answered with the same happy go lucky tone she had used all day. Her expression and tone was not in the least tired or sad, on the contrary, she seemed quite entertained with the whole situation.

Discord had to concede the bubbly and pathologically innocent girl a small victory. Short of time for the MLP headband to keep working, they would have to continue the indoctrination during her next session.

“Miss Pie...” he said with very tired voice “We will stop this induction for now, your randomness exceeded even my best predictions. You need to forget the conversations we had during the whole time you use the headband. Next week we will try to do something with your sexual knowledge”

“Yes, Mr. Discord…and you can call me Pinkie Pie, you silly” she let out a small giggle.

Frustrated and tired, Discord still managed to laugh for the first time that day. For all the trouble she cause, the girl was fun.

Week 2

-Here we go again, let’s start with some basic stuff first- Discord decided to change tactics “Tell me Pinkie Pie, are you a virgin?”

“Yes Mr. Discord... I have no sexual experience of any kind, I’m holding everything until I marry my boyfriend, and the most I have done with him has been kissing” She had the same placid glazed over expression in her eyes and her voice had an inviting tone, yet she again finished her statement with a giggle this time, as if she was making some inside joke that only she got.

-Well, that wasn't so bad- he thought. Discord never would had thought that this sex goddess with a body fit for a nympho would reach her two decades being completely pure. Thankfully she gave a fairly concise if not over explanatory answer this time.

Now he guessed it was her friendly open nature at work subconsciously which gave her an innate impulse to say as much as she could, which combined with her naivety could make for very bizarre brainwashing sessions. Accepting the challenge and leaving behind his doubts, he kept with his fun.

He stood up from where he was and pointed towards one of the chairs in the room before continuing.

“Walk to that chair Pinkie, turn to me and place your right foot on the chair’s seat. Lift your skirt and show me your panties...” His bulge was getting uncomfortable in his pants, his anticipation at her obeying his orders made his breath come out in hot short gasps.

Pinkie didn't even blink. Instead of walking, she hopped up to the chair, making cute little jumps that were a very ineffective locomotion method, but a very effective way to paint a smile on Discord face.

“Pinkie Pie, you are so deliciously random!” he said with a big laugh, seeing how she hopped towards the chair, without any order to do so. He was not going to complain though, seeing her voluptuous form shaking and jiggling with each small hop.

Finally reaching the chair, she turned around, spread up and out one leg and placed her foot squarely on the chair. She lifted her formal skirt up and had it completely ridden up to her crotch, exposing her modest cotton panties.

Discord let out a disgusted groan “No, this will not do, my sweet Pinkie Pie. This panties, your whole clothes, they are disgustingly dull you see. I hope you bring something better next time”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Discord…Unfortunately most of my clothes are plain like this, I purposely dress in plain clothes to avoid provoking the hunger filled gazes of people in the street” she said all that with a pouty expression and a sad tone, once again completely overriding the fact that the brainwashing accessory was supposed to made her produce a droning monotone voice.

Discord unfortunately was too busy admiring her legs to put much attention to her tone and expression, but having heard her, decided to tease her with the subject.

“Do you dislike their gazes, Pinkie?”

“Yes, Mr. Discord…I dislike the hunger in their eyes, always looking at me as if they wanted to devour me, as if they needed me to satiate their voracious appetite” she kept her sad low tone, this time being actually noticed by Discord.

“Oh, poor Pinkie Pie. And here I thought spreading happiness made you happy!” he said in a teasing tone.

“Happiness…are they happy when they see me?” her tone now one of pure curiosity and wonder.

“Of course my dear, as you well said, they are just like starved little hyenas, little hyenas that are desperate to taste fresh meat, and that are the happiest when they are able to gaze if only for moment the most delicious treat that their mind can imagine”

“Hehehe…I like hyenas, they are such a misunderstood animal that just like to laugh. I like to laugh too” she said this time not between giggles, but accompanied by girlish laughter.

“I like to laugh too my dear Pinkie Pie, and it is painfully common to see people like me being misunderstood. But refusing to show your absolute magnificence to them, it is as if you refused to give them happiness, to enjoy the appetizing food for the eye that you are”

“But Mr. Discord, I’m not foo…” she started, before being interrupted by a booming shout.

“You Are The Most Exquisite Dish that I have ever seen Pinkie Pie” he continued in a normal voice “Your body, your face, it is a succulent combination, the most delicious treat, seeing your bountiful meat I can assure that you were made to bring ultimate bliss and happiness, and you should never forget that”

Both stayed quiet for a few seconds, it was Pinkie Pie who broke the silence with a strident laugh.

“You silly, I’m not a dish, I’m a person” she said, after recovering her air, she continued “Mr. Discord…I want new clothes, silly, tight, funny clothes that show my best angle to everyone and bring them happiness. Pretty please?” this time she used a melodious little girl voice, pouting with her cute mouth.

-Such initiative- Discord was more tan pleased by this turn of the events. Now he was sure the MLP headband was not just making her compliant and obedient, but also opening the locks Pinkie Pie conscious mind had placed over her frustrations and repressed feelings. He was ecstatic to keep experimenting.

“I will help you Pinkie Pie, don’t worry, together we will get you the clothes most appropriate for someone like you, after all, now we both work at a clothing store” he winked at her “I’m sure we will be able to find something that suits you better than everything you have at home”

“Thanks a lot Mr. Discord…you are the so smart!” she said, maintaining her little girl impersonation.

Discord was not conscious of how much he smiled at the compliment, or how easily he smiled with just the memory for many days after that.

Week 3

Deciding that it was about time, he walked towards the once again un-moving girl, now ready to start a more hands-on approach.

“Undress, Pinkie, leave only your panties and your shoes...”

“Okie Dokie Lokie” she said, with a big happy smile that contrasted with the sultry show she was about to give.

The results of the conditioning were subtle but obvious. Unlike the boring business suit she had brought at the beginning, right now she was wearing a figure-hugging polka-dotted skirt, combined with a blouse that had a little flashy zebra-print on it. Very slowly, she began to unbutton her form fitting blouse, until she reached for the clasp of her bra and ripped it open, her big bouncy breasts spilling out, giving the only man in the room a great view as they swayed freely now with her sensuous movements, jiggling deliciously in front of him.

She now zipped down her skirt and pulled it down her smooth legs, leaving only her cotton panties to protect her (nonexistent right then) shame. She was showing off her succulent adult body for the first time to a person besides her mother and sisters.

“Give me your right hand Pinkie...” he gasped, cleaning the drool in his face.

She did and he guided her strong yet delicate hand towards herself.

“You know what this is, Pinkie?” he asked at the same time he manipulated her hand into soft groping and kneading motions.

“That’s…mmmhhh…my left breast, Mr. Discord”

“Wrong, silly girl. Try again, what are these things” he increased the force and speed of her hand while switching sides, eliciting more moans.

“Mmmhhh…mm…mammhhhh…mmmary glands? Booo…ohhh…bies?”

“Yeah, perhaps, but you can still do it better. Let me help you, this wonderful delicious things are called… TITS!” synchronizing the last word with a forceful pinch performed by her own hand on one of her nipples.

“Ohh…I see…they are… tits…ohhh… thanks for teaching me mhhh…Mhhr. Discord” she was using a tone that resembled a little school girl speaking to her teacher, one that was struggling to be able to form coherent words between her moans that is.

By now he was able to let her hand go, she was doing a fine job all by herself. “They are jugs, cantaloupes, gazongas, titties, mounds, headlights, hooters, cans…” he kept listing terms, not entirely sure she was even hearing with the continuous moaning, until he was interrupted.

“Pinkie…Pies?” she managed to say, with hopeful half closed eyes.

“Yes…yes, that is a good one sweetie. Your Pinkie Pies…you are fast learner, your tits shall get a well deserved rest for that suggestion” he said, taking her hand again and stopping her perfectly soft and rhythmic kneading movements (now he definitely believed that she was an excellent baker).

“Thank you, Mr. Discord” She exhaled deeply, her voice sounding half excited because of the praise, half irritated that the fun with her big titties was suspended so suddenly.

Still with her hand between his, he extended two of her fingers and proceeded to rub them gently against the panties that covered the sweet mound between her legs.

“Continue to do this Pinkie, slowly and gently, stop if you hear my fingers snapping allright...”

“Understood…Mr. Discord”

“Now Pinkie, how you would call the part of your body that you are touching right now”

“These are my…girly parts“ a shameful tone was evident in her voice.

“Cute…but I’m expecting something a little bit more specific” he said with a scholarly tone.

“Vvv…vagina?” a deep flush was covering her whole face.

“That’s factually correct…but it is not the right answer my little pony” caressing softly her head between the two fake ears he continued “you should say pussy, snatch, cunt, twat...”

“Penis…hole?” her earnest desire to be praised by her teacher couldn't be more patent in her hopeful voice.

“That was a nice attempt alright Pinkie, but it is not a penis, you should call it a cock or a dick, for starters” Happy with her progress, he decided to reward her with more instructions. “Now you will take in your mind how hot you feel right now, think deeply how it feels really soft and wet and how you need so much something else to be complete. Increase the pace and speed of your rubbing. Continue to do it until l snap my fingers.”

Without losing a single second, Pinkie began as instructed while her two fingers worked such wonderful magic over her virginal pussy lips. She was making quick forward lunges with her hips, her legs spreading slightly, as if fucking an invisible man in front of her.

“Gooooood!!.... soooooo goood! So wet!... I have never felt like this before!... I have never touched myself down there before! I never knew it could feel soooooooo goooood! I need something! I need something to calm this feeling! My innocent pussy needs something inside! My cunt needs a big cock stuck all the way inside to stop the aching!”

Discord knew for sure that the part about her not even touching herself was true. -And that it is happening for the first time right in front of me!- He controlled again the urge to jump her and brutally rape her right there.

“Tell me Pinkie” he said, faking a scholarly and educated voice “have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Nooooo....” she moaned, as her expression completely flushed. She was now rubbing her pussy furiously and her humping motions where becoming anxious.

He then snapped his fingers.

And Pinkie stopped immediately just like that. Even then her agitated breathing continued and her face was flushed and covered in sweat.

“Tell me Pinkie” Discord continued with an evil smile in his face “do you want to cum?”

“Is cuming the same as having an orgasm?” she asked with child-like innocence that was obviously not acted. Her fingers where unmoving but still touching her dripping pussy. Her ignorance of even the simplest vulgar vocabulary made her all the more alluring to Discord eyes.

“Yes Pinkie” he replied “cuming is exactly the same as having an orgasm”

“Then yes Mr. Discord. I wish to cum...” The last part came out as a plea.

“Well that can wait for later, you need to be truly prepared to receive your first orgasm, meanwhile you are still lacking in sexual lessons, I need to teach you a few more things”

“Weee!, more lessons for Pinkie” she said jumping with joy “You are the best, Mr. Discord”

Discord couldn't notice when his face blushed because of the praise.

Week 4

“Kneel down to the floor Pinkie Pie, crawl in all fours” he had a smile on his face when a certain idea crossed his mind “crawl and move like a Little Pony would”

“Yes, Mr. Discord” the once again almost naked girl went to the floor mechanically, resting her weight on her palms and knees “Look at me. I’m your silly little pony, Mr. Discord!”

Discord chuckled “Little? I wouldn't be so sure of that looking at your big tits and delicious strong thighs” He circled her, caressing her head which made her purr “By the way, I really like your mane. It makes me think of delicious cotton candy. Plus, it frames your beautiful face and body perfectly, and it allows a solid grip in the need of mounting you like a good little pony that you are”

“Thank you, Mr. Discord” she said in a low tone and with a blushing face.

“Why are you thanking me now, sweet Pinkie Pie, I haven’t done anything to you yet”

“You called my body and my face beautiful, that was very nice from you”

“Uhmmm, well, yeah, I mean it should be obvious to anyone who can see…I mean, whatever” Discord went exactly behind her and placing his big paw on her fleshy meat “That’s a very fine asset you got here, full and yet tight. I’m wondering, how it sounds, though”

Turning her head and looking at him questioningly she voiced her confusion “Sound? But Mr. Discord, that is mean! Also I haven’t eaten any burritos and…AAAUHHHH”

Her silly diatribe was halted at the very moment when without warning, he raised his hand and smacked down hard. Her supple flesh was left jiggling uncontrollably after the spank with a resounding whack. “Sounds good to me. What do you say?”

“Ouchie, that was harsh Mr. Discord” Pinkie Pie answered while she was wiggling her ass, just inciting and inviting him, to give her another one.

“You’re a very naughty girl”, he said, while he raised his hand, only to bring it down with a stream of resounding (but not too forceful) whacks. The confused girl could do nothing but squeal in a mix of delight and pain.

“Ahhh…ouch…it hurts…ahhh…but feel so good!” her eyes were closed, now rising her body even more to give him an easier access “Please, don’t stop, I’m a naughty girl, your Pinkie Pie needs more spankey wikeys!”

“Now tell me...” Discord groped both cheeks “how is this juicy meaty part of your body called, my sweet Pinkie Pie”

“That is my bu…” she seemed to frown a little and then continued “…no…that is… my Ass, Mr. Discord”

“Good girl, that is exactly right, your ass, your booty, your arse, your rump, your donk” he listed, caressing her meaty backside with delight and then smiled “and my absolute favorite as far as silly names go…

“PLOT”

Both of them have said the word at the same time.

Discord remained silent…meanwhile, Pinkie Pie let out her loudest laugh so far, and dropped to the floor, holding her stomach and laughing to her lungs utmost capacity.

Discord mind was a sea of thoughts in that moment. Noting that Pinkie was laughing like a maniac in the floor, he instinctively asked “What’s so funny?” his mind was still processing what just happened.

“What’s so funny? Of course it’s you, silly Dissy.” She gasped to regain her voice “I’ve been referring to my ass with the name of plot for as long as I have memory. My family, friends, even my boyfriend never understood why it was silly, or why I found it so funny. Thinking about it, not even I know why I found it so funny. But you are the first…the first person closest to my heart who share that silliness with me, and I can’t avoid laughing, it makes me so happy” A single tear was falling trough her cheek by the moment she finished her explanation.

Closest to her heart.

Discord wanted to punch himself. -What was he thinking? It was just a word. This girl was just an air-headed bimbo. He couldn't care about her. His reaction was silly. It was illogical. It made absolutely no sense-

-But again, what fun is there in making sense?- said his own voice inside his head.

Clearing his head. He helped her to stand up delicately. Asking her to put on her clothes and step back in the booth, he cleared his throat.

“Miss Pie. As always I want you to forget everything that happened here. Everything we did, everything we said, completely erased. This will be your final induction session”

“Nooo!” the girl was suddenly and in a couple of seconds crying with an absurd quantity of tears forming rivers out of her eyes “Mr. Discord, please teach me more, I’ll be good, I pinkie promise, I will obey everything you say, I will do everything you ask me, please!”

“Shut it! Stupid girl!” his tone was fierce “You don’t know me, you don't have any idea of what I have done”

“But I do know you Mr. Discord. When I look into your eyes, I see loneliness and sadness in them” She ignored his words and insult “When I am with you I feel secure, I feel freedom, I feel…” her voice was now a almost a whisper “happiness”

“Then what do you see in my eyes now, Pinkie Pie” speaking in a sad voice with bloodshot eyes.

“I see myself. Looking at you”

“Pinkie Pie…I have another order for you” the crying girl nodded with tears running through her cheeks “You’l forget EVERYTHING that have happened in this so called inductions of yours. There will be no changes in your personality aside from the ones that truly originate from within yourself. And a final word of advice…” He sighed before continuing “Trust your heart, it will know what you should do. Now sleep, sleep and forget, sweet Pinkie Pie”

Pinkie Pie blinked, suddenly fully conscious. She stood there, with the headphones that had now gone dead, blinking into the light of the room, as always not remembering if she had actually heard anything important. While the induction sessions always left her with a vague sensation of not learning anything with them, she still very much enjoyed the soft and pleasant feeling she had in her whole body at the end of each.

She saw then that Mr. Discord was entering the room, carrying a big tray full of cupcakes, with (for the first time since she had met him) a serious expression on his face.

“I’m afraid this is the end of your inductions Miss Pie” he said while inviting her to sit next to him “You have nothing more to learn with the audio tours, you are ready to keep mastering everything you have learned in the classic way. As a final celebration for the completion of this initial stage of your job I hope you accept some of these delicious cupcakes, my own recipe.” Pinkie gasped in surprise, she was not expecting the end of the inductions so soon.

“Ohh, that is a shame, I loved the inductions courses… but I understand Mr. Discord. You are so considerate at giving me this gift; there was no need at all. Having said that, I can’t refuse this delicious looking offering can I?” she giggled, as always feeling like she could allow herself that familiarity with her boss. She delicately took one of the pastries, seeing it up close, it seemed like a regular vanilla cupcake with a thick white creamy frosting at the top, it seemed to be slightly warm, and exuded a smell unlike anything she had smelled before “what is this frosting made of?”

“My personal mix, a little bit of this, a little bit of that” smiling broadly he continued “I assure that it will be like nothing you have tasted before…and please, drop the title, call me just Discord”

Intrigued, Pinkie munched on the baked good. The result was instantaneous; her mouth exploded in a rainbow of flavor, the little cupcake was so delicious that she devoured the piece in a handful of seconds.

Her mouth now familiar with the magnificent taste, she quickly continued with the rest of the offering, slurping on the frosting that by now already was smeared around her mouth and most of her fingers. She was licking her fingers when a frown appeared on her face and she shouted “Wait a second!” Discord gulped nervously “Eggs, cinnamon, peanut butter, vanilla, pumpkin, coconut and cola… am I right?”

Discord, who by that moment was also eating one of the cupcakes, smiled “That’s exactly right Miss Pie, you found my secret. You are good at this!” The smile on his face was not the wolfish predatory gesture of always, but an honest reaction to being genuinely entertained with his young recruit.

Pinkie Pie blushed at the praise…she thought that she should have been ashamed of evidencing her voraciousness after finishing by herself all save one of the cupcakes. But, as she had realized from the very first day they met, she felt comfortable and at peace in the presence of this man, not unlike with any of her lifelong friends and acquaintances.

“Pinkie, Discord… please call me Pinkie Pie”

Author's Note

Now there is it. I hope I managed to mix the right quantities of hot smut, craziness and affection between two deranged individuals with this chapter.

Next one will be an experiment in "silent storytelling", and will have some very weird scenes. Also will contain some info from Pinkie's side about her life during her first months on the job.