Author's Note

Kinks
Implied Transformation
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Pinkie Pie
Shindig Flare

Castle of Mirrors

“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.