Author's Note

Kinks
Inanimate Transformation
Stuffing
Slight Hypnosis
Characters
Pinkie Pie
Shindig Flare
OC : Bash Shield

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?