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Until recently, I’d forgotten Viva Pinata existed. When I was a kid, I used to love reading manuals and strategy guides; it was always so cool to imagine what the games had in store! I don’t know why I didn’t ever think to look them up online and watch videos, but I digress. One of my favorite guides was the one for Viva Pinata: Trouble in Paradise. So many cute characters, a fun and peaceful little world; how could I not love it? I actually got Pocket Paradise, and while it didn’t live up to the expectations I had for Trouble in Paradise, I still loved it! The funny thing was, in that game, they played some brief clips from the cartoon before a tutorial; it convinced me to watch a few episodes, and while I’m not the craziest about the show, it was great to see some of my favorite pinata species get starring roles, especially a certain fox. Paulie Pretztail was always a highlight for me; much as I love the stranger characters in fiction, sometimes you just need a snarky, down-to-earth ideas guy to keep things going. And now, he’s all Kaa’s…
I’m pretty sure this is the first picture of Paulie hypnotized. Or of a Pretztail hypnotized. Or of a pinata hypnotized in general.
…Am I setting some kind of record here? Either way, enjoy!
Paulie staggered across the finish line, panting in exhaustion. How the heck did anyone enjoy a footrace like this? If he had to dodge one more bomb…!
Thankfully for the Pretztail, the Great Pinata Paperchase had come to a close. Paulie leaned against the victor’s podium for support as the winners celebrated. The champion seemed concerned, but Paulie brushed it off; he’d be fine, just needed to catch his breath. Soon enough, the racers went their separate ways…
And the fox pinata broke out into a smirk as he sprinted home.
Paulie burst through his front door (not literally; Paulie-shaped holes were getting pretty pricy to fix), his living room, his bedro-
His charge came to an abrupt halt as he smashed chest-first into his bed’s footboard.
The fox fell flat on his back, hacking and wheezing, coughing up a storm – and the last few things he’d eaten. Paulie arose with a grin and his real goal for the Great Pinata Paperchase: a trio of bombs.
When you had a Lickatoad (who really needed a life) constantly out to ship you to a party, it paid to have a plan. Who’d have thought papier-mache would be so useful? Buy a bunch of newspapers, some confetti and glue, and presto! One decoy Pretztail! Not quite as handsome as him, but it’d do in a pinch. All he needed to do was stuff it with candy, keep some Loathers around for a quick escape, and he was golden! (Somehow, this was still cheaper than buying a decoy from Costolot’s; for Lottie’s discounted price he could buy himself two extra homes and still have coins left over. That, and apparently her decoys only came in Horstachio form…)
He had to wonder what Fergy was doing; he’d tried to tell him about his decoy plan, but he couldn’t seem to find him. It was like the Fudgehog had dropped off the face of the Earth.
Fergy gulped as he walked through the underground tunnel. This had to be the way out, right? He’d been lost for days, according to his phone…
It had been such a good idea at the time; paint himself black and white, pose as a wild pinata, avoid detection and get goodies from the gardeners! Then he’d wandered into a garden with a Badgesicle; apparently, as far as they were concerned, Fudgehog was on the menu. After a while of running around screaming with a hungry predator chasing him, he’d finally dove into the nearby mine to hide.
Big mistake; he’d gone tumbling down a hole, and couldn’t figure out how to get back up. He had no idea how the Diggerlings did it; this place was a maze, and everything looked the same! Plus, it stunk! He was pretty sure he’d have passed out from the stench if he hadn’t found that gas mask. He couldn’t even call for help; there was no signal down here!
So far, the only upside was that he’d found food and water. He’d grabbed a pickaxe and started trying to tunnel out at one point; it hadn’t worked (those walls were way too thick), but he’d found chocolate coins, and he was pretty sure he’d accidentally broken someone’s well, judging by the flood of water that swept him away.
This path was looking promising, at least. He could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel!
Fergy stepped out of the mine…
And into a cavern slowly filling with lava.
Oh, fudge.
Eh, he’d be fine. If his best friend couldn’t find him, Langston probably couldn’t either. Knowing Fergy, he’d either found a really good hiding place, or he was in one of Pester’s traps… which honestly wasn’t much more concerning. After seeing the guy get stuck behind a fence for days, unable to escape until he had the earth-shattering epiphany that he could walk around it, the local diabolical dingbat had gotten hard to take seriously.
Now, where to put his decoy…
A tap on his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts, and the fox turned to find himself face-to-face with a massive snake. With a yelp, he leapt back, grabbing his fake and brandishing it at the intruder. He had an exploding pinata, and he wasn’t afraid to use it!
The snake raised an eyeridge. Really?
Paulie snapped at the snake. He should try finding a weapon on short notice!
The serpent snickered. Fair point. Sorry to scare him; he’d simply seen the front door open and slipped in to be sure everything was all right. Then he’d seen the Pretztail working on his double, and gotten curious. Was he an artist?
Paulie warily lowered the pinata. Nah, he just didn’t like parties. Never saw the appeal of having to take time out of his day to get hit with sticks and pieced back together.
The snake could sympathize; his arrival at most parties was met with scorn at best, fear and attacking humans at worst.
Paulie raised an eyebrow. Really? He’d thought people liked Syrupents.
He gave a flat response. Syrupents, yes. Actual snakes, no.
The Pretztail’s eyes widened in surprise. Oh, so that’s what they looked like! He’d thought some sort of mutant Syrupent had broken into his house. No offense.
He chuckled; none taken! His name was Kaa, by the way.
Paulie smiled. Paulie Pretztail. Sorry about his party problems; they weren’t his thing, but he got that people liked them. If it helped, he’d probably fit in fine around here. He could introduce him to this Twingersnap he knew!
Kaa smiled. Well, that was sweet of him! He’d have to take him up on his offer sometime; he had such a good party trick! Mind if he showed him?
The fox shrugged. No problem!
The snake smirked. Excellent! Now, just look him in the eyes…
Paulie’s jaw dropped as Kaa’s eyes filled with colors. They reminded him a bit of Fergy, but the Fudgehog’s colors were never so bright, so beautiful, so relaxing. Swirl after swirl sucked in his thoughts as they filled him with warm, fuzzy bliss, the Pretztail’s every problem sinking in a rainbow sea. The snake beckoned, and the fox trotted over. His pupils the size of pinpricks, a smile across his snout, his tongue drooping out, Paulie wanted more, and Kaa was happy to oblige.
The snake’s tail slid through Paulie’s fur, scales against paper sending shivers down the Pretztail’s spine (or whatever he had that passed for one). Soon enough, he was wrapped up to his neck, and then the real pleasure started. Paulie moaned in delight as the snake’s body pressed against his, tail wagging behind him as the snake’s scratched behind his ear. Massaged and cuddled in a colorful paradise; now this was the life! He never wanted it to end…
The snake began to speak, and the Pretztail was all ears. He heard how he was a good pinata, soft, sweet and snuggly. How he’d done such a good job staring into the spirals. How he could relax, letting Kaa take care of things. How he wouldn’t need to think or choose, and how Kaa would do that for him. How Kaa would be his master, and him the snake’s pet. How he’d serve his master’s every need – food, entertainment, protection, companionship, anything – and how his master would cherish his cute pet, with cuddles, with coils, with colors. How he’d never need to worry about parties again.
Eyes swirling with spirals, tail wagging at warp speeds, drool dripping from his mouth as he happily panted, Paulie was sold. He couldn’t imagine anything better than being Master’s pet! He’d be free to relax, to obey, to never go to a party. He’d be the best pinata ever!
A tug to the neck, and with a PING! and a howl, Paulie broke into the biggest grin that had ever crossed his face.
The python snickered as he gave Paulie a belly rub with the tip of his tail. Some were more effort than others, but the end result was always worth it; an eager, empty-headed pet was just so cute, lovable, and oftentimes surprisingly helpful. His papery pet didn’t seem like much of a fighter, but for play, for cuddles, for luring new prey?
He was perfect.
Kaa would add a trigger later; for now, he just wanted to snuggle. Calling Paulie over, he gave the Pretztail a peck on the snout as he coiled him once more. The snake gave a warm smile as his pet sighed happily, a faint blush on his cheeks.
He had so many plans for his Paulie.
I’m pretty sure this is the first picture of Paulie hypnotized. Or of a Pretztail hypnotized. Or of a pinata hypnotized in general.
…Am I setting some kind of record here? Either way, enjoy!
Paulie staggered across the finish line, panting in exhaustion. How the heck did anyone enjoy a footrace like this? If he had to dodge one more bomb…!
Thankfully for the Pretztail, the Great Pinata Paperchase had come to a close. Paulie leaned against the victor’s podium for support as the winners celebrated. The champion seemed concerned, but Paulie brushed it off; he’d be fine, just needed to catch his breath. Soon enough, the racers went their separate ways…
And the fox pinata broke out into a smirk as he sprinted home.
Paulie burst through his front door (not literally; Paulie-shaped holes were getting pretty pricy to fix), his living room, his bedro-
His charge came to an abrupt halt as he smashed chest-first into his bed’s footboard.
The fox fell flat on his back, hacking and wheezing, coughing up a storm – and the last few things he’d eaten. Paulie arose with a grin and his real goal for the Great Pinata Paperchase: a trio of bombs.
When you had a Lickatoad (who really needed a life) constantly out to ship you to a party, it paid to have a plan. Who’d have thought papier-mache would be so useful? Buy a bunch of newspapers, some confetti and glue, and presto! One decoy Pretztail! Not quite as handsome as him, but it’d do in a pinch. All he needed to do was stuff it with candy, keep some Loathers around for a quick escape, and he was golden! (Somehow, this was still cheaper than buying a decoy from Costolot’s; for Lottie’s discounted price he could buy himself two extra homes and still have coins left over. That, and apparently her decoys only came in Horstachio form…)
He had to wonder what Fergy was doing; he’d tried to tell him about his decoy plan, but he couldn’t seem to find him. It was like the Fudgehog had dropped off the face of the Earth.
Fergy gulped as he walked through the underground tunnel. This had to be the way out, right? He’d been lost for days, according to his phone…
It had been such a good idea at the time; paint himself black and white, pose as a wild pinata, avoid detection and get goodies from the gardeners! Then he’d wandered into a garden with a Badgesicle; apparently, as far as they were concerned, Fudgehog was on the menu. After a while of running around screaming with a hungry predator chasing him, he’d finally dove into the nearby mine to hide.
Big mistake; he’d gone tumbling down a hole, and couldn’t figure out how to get back up. He had no idea how the Diggerlings did it; this place was a maze, and everything looked the same! Plus, it stunk! He was pretty sure he’d have passed out from the stench if he hadn’t found that gas mask. He couldn’t even call for help; there was no signal down here!
So far, the only upside was that he’d found food and water. He’d grabbed a pickaxe and started trying to tunnel out at one point; it hadn’t worked (those walls were way too thick), but he’d found chocolate coins, and he was pretty sure he’d accidentally broken someone’s well, judging by the flood of water that swept him away.
This path was looking promising, at least. He could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel!
Fergy stepped out of the mine…
And into a cavern slowly filling with lava.
Oh, fudge.
Eh, he’d be fine. If his best friend couldn’t find him, Langston probably couldn’t either. Knowing Fergy, he’d either found a really good hiding place, or he was in one of Pester’s traps… which honestly wasn’t much more concerning. After seeing the guy get stuck behind a fence for days, unable to escape until he had the earth-shattering epiphany that he could walk around it, the local diabolical dingbat had gotten hard to take seriously.
Now, where to put his decoy…
A tap on his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts, and the fox turned to find himself face-to-face with a massive snake. With a yelp, he leapt back, grabbing his fake and brandishing it at the intruder. He had an exploding pinata, and he wasn’t afraid to use it!
The snake raised an eyeridge. Really?
Paulie snapped at the snake. He should try finding a weapon on short notice!
The serpent snickered. Fair point. Sorry to scare him; he’d simply seen the front door open and slipped in to be sure everything was all right. Then he’d seen the Pretztail working on his double, and gotten curious. Was he an artist?
Paulie warily lowered the pinata. Nah, he just didn’t like parties. Never saw the appeal of having to take time out of his day to get hit with sticks and pieced back together.
The snake could sympathize; his arrival at most parties was met with scorn at best, fear and attacking humans at worst.
Paulie raised an eyebrow. Really? He’d thought people liked Syrupents.
He gave a flat response. Syrupents, yes. Actual snakes, no.
The Pretztail’s eyes widened in surprise. Oh, so that’s what they looked like! He’d thought some sort of mutant Syrupent had broken into his house. No offense.
He chuckled; none taken! His name was Kaa, by the way.
Paulie smiled. Paulie Pretztail. Sorry about his party problems; they weren’t his thing, but he got that people liked them. If it helped, he’d probably fit in fine around here. He could introduce him to this Twingersnap he knew!
Kaa smiled. Well, that was sweet of him! He’d have to take him up on his offer sometime; he had such a good party trick! Mind if he showed him?
The fox shrugged. No problem!
The snake smirked. Excellent! Now, just look him in the eyes…
Paulie’s jaw dropped as Kaa’s eyes filled with colors. They reminded him a bit of Fergy, but the Fudgehog’s colors were never so bright, so beautiful, so relaxing. Swirl after swirl sucked in his thoughts as they filled him with warm, fuzzy bliss, the Pretztail’s every problem sinking in a rainbow sea. The snake beckoned, and the fox trotted over. His pupils the size of pinpricks, a smile across his snout, his tongue drooping out, Paulie wanted more, and Kaa was happy to oblige.
The snake’s tail slid through Paulie’s fur, scales against paper sending shivers down the Pretztail’s spine (or whatever he had that passed for one). Soon enough, he was wrapped up to his neck, and then the real pleasure started. Paulie moaned in delight as the snake’s body pressed against his, tail wagging behind him as the snake’s scratched behind his ear. Massaged and cuddled in a colorful paradise; now this was the life! He never wanted it to end…
The snake began to speak, and the Pretztail was all ears. He heard how he was a good pinata, soft, sweet and snuggly. How he’d done such a good job staring into the spirals. How he could relax, letting Kaa take care of things. How he wouldn’t need to think or choose, and how Kaa would do that for him. How Kaa would be his master, and him the snake’s pet. How he’d serve his master’s every need – food, entertainment, protection, companionship, anything – and how his master would cherish his cute pet, with cuddles, with coils, with colors. How he’d never need to worry about parties again.
Eyes swirling with spirals, tail wagging at warp speeds, drool dripping from his mouth as he happily panted, Paulie was sold. He couldn’t imagine anything better than being Master’s pet! He’d be free to relax, to obey, to never go to a party. He’d be the best pinata ever!
A tug to the neck, and with a PING! and a howl, Paulie broke into the biggest grin that had ever crossed his face.
The python snickered as he gave Paulie a belly rub with the tip of his tail. Some were more effort than others, but the end result was always worth it; an eager, empty-headed pet was just so cute, lovable, and oftentimes surprisingly helpful. His papery pet didn’t seem like much of a fighter, but for play, for cuddles, for luring new prey?
He was perfect.
Kaa would add a trigger later; for now, he just wanted to snuggle. Calling Paulie over, he gave the Pretztail a peck on the snout as he coiled him once more. The snake gave a warm smile as his pet sighed happily, a faint blush on his cheeks.
He had so many plans for his Paulie.
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