Author's Note

Kink Spoilers
Hypnosis
Light Pet-Play
Characters
Pinkie Pie
Rarity
Shindig Flare
Timber Wood
OC : Veering Winds

Café

“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.