Balloon Talesby KaidanChapters1. Sunny Plot.2. Sollace's Surprise3. Spectra's Skyride6. Jaestring's Relaxing Swim7. TypewriterError's Trial8. Ciderbarrel's Christmas Present4. Calami's Shopping Trip5. Penny's Picture1. Sunny Plot.Sunny couldn't believe her roommate! She'd left the kitchen an absolute mess again, and run off to pick up a stallion at a bar and bring him home to bang all night! Now Sunny needed to clean the kitchen before her own boyfriend came to visit. Luckily, her boyfriend had given her instructions for a new spell to create latex gloves over her hooves, making cleaning much more hygienic. She cast the spell, her horn glowing brightly for a brief moment. Sunny felt the latex attach to her hooves and skin around the coronet. Smiling, she walked to the counter and use her magic to spray cleaner while wiping it down. After a couple minutes, she noticed the latex was now two-thirds the way up her legs. "That's odd," Sunny mumbled. She didn't need such large gloves, nor did they need to be so tight. Her legs felt like they were nothing but latex at this point. She gasped as the cold latex poured onto her stomach, covering her breasts. The cleaner fell from the air, splattering on the floor. Sunny couldn't move her legs anymore, they felt light and rubbery. She lit her horn to try to reverse the spell, but nothing happened. The latex made her shiver as it swallowed her marehood and transformed her tail. She glanced back at her beautiful plot that had made every stallion in school jealous. The kitchen light reflected off it perfectly, creating one big beautiful curve. Sunny looked towards the door to shout for help. She opened her mouth, but couldn't scream or breathe. Everything below her jaw was latex, her lungs and throat absent. There was a popping noise as something burst out of her neck, but she couldn't turn to see it. The latex crept into the mare's mouth, she was powerless to stop it. Her lips warped slowly as her tongue and teeth dissolved. Beneath her permanent smile lay a perfectly round sleeve for a stallion's pleasure. Similar sleeves adorned her hind end as she realized with horror what the spell her boyfriend gave her had done. A clear haze crept over her vision, blurring everything, as her eyes turned to solid plastic. The door opened, and Sunny knew help had come to rescue her! She'd dump that worthless stallion for this, he should have asked permission! "Calami?" Scrub thought. It was her roommate, towing a drunken stallion behind her. "Hey babe, ya didn't tell me ya had a sex doll! Mind if I fire the first round into it?" he asked. 2. Sollace's Surprise"Hi, Dawn," Sollace said. "Come in!" He stepped aside, letting the young artist into his home. "I'm guessing you have good news?" "Yep! I've finished the art you requested." Sollace pulled the paintings out of his saddlebags. Each one was more beautiful than the last, a truly wonderful collection to spruce up Dawn's house. "Wow, thanks." "No problem, I really need the bits." "Mind if I take a picture first? I'd like to place it next to the works of art in this room." "I uh. . ." Sollace shrugged. "Okay." Dawn went into his room and came back with a camera. "Say cheese!" Sollace sat down and struck a smug pose for him. "Cheese!" The camera flashed, capturing his image. The bright light blinded Sollace for a brief moment, and in that moment he felt her entire right side cool, as if it'd been dipped in ice. He tried to ask what had happened, but a wave of vertigo washed over him. Sollace felt like he was going to fall over and float away at the same time, her head spinning and unable to catch her breathe. Sollace felt like he'd been plunged straight into icy water. Unable to move, he could only stare in horror at Dawn's wide smile. The creeping sensation slid across his left side, cutting off the last feeling of warmth. A cool breeze brushed beneath his belly, where his stallionhood had recently been located. He couldn't move, his entire body turned into a perfect rubber balloon. "Beautiful!" Dawn exclaimed. "I knew you'd make the centerpiece of my art collection. I just had to turn you into a mare, and your curves filled out excellent. As for your paintings, I think I'll give them to charity." He came over and pulled the plug, letting the air rush out of her. "Don't worry, lovely, when you wake up you'll be safe and sound in a display case. Sollace screamed for help uselessly. Her vision was fading, and she couldn't hear what Dawn was saying. Her strength and energy bled out with the air, pushing her towards unconsciousness. Sollace felt him begin to fold her into a square before passing out. 3. Spectra's SkyrideSpectra was paralyzed, and not just in fear. A stallion had come up to her and asked her to smell some flowers. He claimed they were for a special somepony, and that he didn't have a nose for picking the best scents. The second she had inhaled, a powerful paralytic overwhelmed her body. He had then carried her into a nearby cave, just off the beaten path. "Normally, my trade is more in blow-up dolls and the like," the stallion explained. "However, I have a client that absolutely needed a mint condition white earth pony, with two-tone hair. You fit the bill perfectly! I hear he just wants a toy for his little filly, and good news, that's you!" The stallion set spectra down in the cave, and lifted up her right foreleg. "Such a beautiful mare, I'll get you into a lovely pose. You see, I can mould your body into a nice playful pose, like so." He turned her head to the side, tugging the corners of her mouth into a smile. Spectra tried to scream, yet she was still fully paralyzed. She was getting just enough air to have not passed out yet. The stallion continued to touch every inch of her body, groping her, until he got her in the perfect position. "Now, this is usually the least favorite part, I'd imagine. Never bothered to ask." A large needle was pushed up to her belly button, piercing into it easily. The pain shot through her flesh, causing her to cry. Air seemed to blow through the needle, causing her to inflate from the inside out. Heat spread through Spectra's body as hot air replaced her organs. It didn't hurt, on the contrary. She felt like she was melting into a delightfully hot bath. Her body was getting lighter, floating, relaxing oh so sensually. "Haven't tried helium before, normally it's blow-up doll this, and blow-up doll that. I must say, however, I may sell party balloons on the side. I suppose you can't see your shapely flanks expanding, but trust me, it looks stunning." Spectra could feel her skin stretching, bulging out from the inside. Her skin began to tingle and melt, fusing into thick latex. Both flanks expanded, becoming plump and round. The seams stretched, and there was a slight squeaking as she was over-inflated. Her breasts expanded too, yet at the same time became more cartoon like to suit the needs of a filly's toy. Spectra's barrel was rounded out nicely now, and her front legs stretched wide to support the weight she no longer had. Spectra's skin began to cool, changing from skin to smooth latex. Her head expanded slightly, and she felt the needle withdrawn. "Well, now we just sit back and watch the last stage." The cooling skin ran up her spine, a tingling sensation being that last feeling she'd have as a pony. Soon the rubber crept up over her chin, sealing her mouth into a permanent smile and turning her nostrils into small, painted on dots. Her eyes became a slightly-harder plastic, and her vision adjusted to accomadate. Spectra couldn't move, and felt like she were watching a play at the theater, with her eyes the windows to the stage. Spectra heard a howling as a wind picked up from places unknown inside the cave. It hit her in the plot, blowing her towards the cave mouth. "Shit!" The stallion charged after his helium balloon. All it had taken was that one gentle tap to rocket her outside where the wind would carry her off. Spectra floated out of the cave, now upside down and tumbling through the air. She saw the stallion shrinking in the distance, and an ocean of trees beneath her. Her entire body felt lighter than a feather, blown along by the breeze. She imagined this must be what flying felt like. Perhaps she'd spend the rest of her life flying, or perhaps some other filly would find her and play with her. Spectra even considered a stray tree branch might pop her. However, none of that mattered for now. She was flying through the clouds, high above Equestria, a giddy sense of anticipation growing. 6. Jaestring's Relaxing SwimJaestring swam through the lake, soaking up the afternoon sun. She had the entire lake to herself, free of any ponies who would often panic at the sight of a dragoness walking so casually around Canterlot. Her seclusion came to an end when she heard a young filly screaming, and then jump into the lake. Jaestring sat up, glaring at the filly. "Where's your mother? I was trying to have a nice day at the pond." "GAHHH!!!" The filly continues screaming, sparks flying from her horn. "No, it's okay! I don't bite." Jaestring looks around in a panic. The baby unicorn's horn flares brightly, leaving Jaestring paralyzed and bobbing upright in the water. She tries to move, but is unable to. Her body feels like its falling weightless through the air. Her skin has tightened up, like shrink wrap under a blow dryer. Her scales and hair have all vanished, sucked into the rubbery new skin. The foal giggles excitedly, tackling Jaestring. She falls onto her back, splashing down in the water and squeaking as the foal grasps onto her. They float out towards the middle of the lack. Jaestring tires flapping or shooting off a bit of flame to get help, but unfortunately, it does not work. Some time later she hears a mare calling from the shore. Jaestring is levitated out, the filly napping on her belly. "What's this? A pool toy? Where-ever did you find this?" The mare shrugs, lifting the foal up and setting it in her stroller. She then pulls the plug on the dragoness, deflating her quickly. Jaestring feels drowsy and dizzy, slowly losing focus as her vision blurs. Hooves are pressing her sides, squeezing the air out and getting the excess water off. "Well, no point letting it go to waste." She falls into a dreamless sleep as the last of the air escapes. 7. TypewriterError's Trial"I'm glad you could come over," Dawn said. "Anytime. I heard you had moved to town," TypewriterError said. "I thought I'd come visit." "Thanks, Type. I just happened to make some tea, would you like some?" She eyed the tea suspiciously. "You didn't put ink in it like when we were young?" "Of course not! Sometimes a cup of tea is just a cup of tea." Type carefully sipped some of the tea. "Not bad, what's in it?" "It's an all-natural green tea, made from the leaves of the latex-producing tree." She tilted her head, puzzled. "Hummph?" Her mouth felt numb and tingle, as latex crept out of her mouth and down her throat. Type clutched her neck, afraid she would not be able to breathe. "Oh, I see you're enjoying it," Dawn stated. Type looked at him in horror as her stomach tied itself in a knot and became weightless. The plastic crept out her nose and over her eyes and ears, dulling sensation of the outside world. She was powerless to stop it as it dripped down her neck, the cold beads of plastic creating trails down her back. Her tail twitched once as it too began to fill with air, and a small valve popped out of her flank. TypewriterError was frozen, now stuck with a grin forever. She could see the cup of tea in front of her, and thought only one thing: I should have known better. 8. Ciderbarrel's Christmas Present"Take one vial with a beverage to give your special somepony a gift they won't forget." Cider emptied the blue vial into his tea. "Well, here goes nothing." He tilted his head back and gulped the tea down. "Woowee! That had quite a kick." He looked down at the instructions, reading it out loud. "Take one vial... the bottle contains four vials worth. Do not exceed one vial as measured in the included measuring cup. Exceeding dose may make change permanent." Cider turned the box the potion had came in over, and a smaller glass vial fell out. He had taken a whole bottle, not a vial. He wasn't sure what to do, and by the time he turned around to find help, his legs collapsed beneath him. They had turned to air-filled plastic, along with his stomach. He stretched out, trying to reach for the door. Cider felt a chill run down his spine, and realized he could no longer move. Pressure on his backside and in his throat caught his attention, lengthening out. Cider had used a spell to turn himself into a sex doll for his special somepony! He really hoped it hadn't become permanent, but he had no control over that now. A rigid ring formed around his open smile, forming a nice little slow for his lover. He felt a similiar ring form near his flanks. Cider heard a door swing open. "Well, what have we here?" you ask. "Cider, you did this for me?" He is unable to respond. "Heh, I guess a sex doll potion would make it hard to talk." You take a red strip of cloth that matches his now-shiny bandana and tie his forelegs together. "Alright, sexy, time to break you in." 4. Calami's Shopping TripCalami finally found the store she'd been searching for in a back alley of Canterlot. This was the balloon emporium, home of the finest balloons in Equestria. If you needed a party balloon, this was the place to go. She trotted inside, looking around at the dozens of life-size pony balloons. They had exquisite detail. Calami would buy one for her sister's birthday, and really cheer her up. "Hello? Anyone here?" Calami walked around the store looking for the owner or an employee. "Hello?" Something caught her leg, causing her to try and kick it off. Calami looked down and saw that she had stepped in a string and it had tangled up around her hock. She gave it another kick that should have snapped the thin string easily. "Hahaha," Calami chuckled. She didn't know why she suddenly felt so giddy. Flapping her wings a few times she flew in circles, trying to shake the string off. Her leg started to feel much more stretchy, making squeaking noises as the string tugged on it. She couldn't move her hind leg anymore, and slowed the a hover. The squeaking noises were getting louder. Pressure increased around her thigh, a small seam forming. She yanked on the string again, but this time her rubbery leg made a different sound, a screeching. Calami regained her wits as she saw a trickle of blood from where the latex seam met her flesh. "Help!" she shouted, biting her lip to stifle her laughter. Something was wrong, very wrong, and yet happy thoughts were being forced into her brain, distracting her from escape. As she hovered there, the transformation had crept to her other four legs, locking them in a nice flying position. Her flapping wings causes all four legs to wiggle around, filling the air with tiny squeaks. Somehow she could still hear laughter as a great emptiness filled her stomach and then her lungs. Calami realized she wasn't flapping anymore, and was now floating in the air. Despite not being able to breathe, she felt herself rising to the limit that the string around her leg allowed her. Calami smiled, overwhelmed with a peace of mind as her head was enveloped by the latex. She understood now that she was a party balloon, and her job was to make ponies happy. She floated in the middle of the empty shop, awaiting the return of the owner or for a little filly to buy her. 5. Penny's Picture"Dawn? Anypony home?" Penny asked. "Of course, I'm right in here!" Dawn shouted back. "There you are. I came by to see if you were okay." Dawn waved a hoof dismissively. "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? What's a little gender flipping potion between friends?" she asked, having been a stallion but a week ago. "Glad you're looking at the bright side!" "Indeed. Oh, mind if I snap a quick picture? You look stunning today." "Go ahead." Penny watched as he pulled out a camera and clicked. The flash blinded her eyes, causing them to go out of focus. Her eyelids almost sounded like they were squeaking as she blinked. When her vision returned, everything appeared to have a layer of film over it. She stuttered something incoherent, as her smiling teeth fused together into plastic. The vinyl material ran down her back side, quickly removing all sensation of hot or cold as it turned her hair to a smooth, slick rubber. Penny felt a tear roll down her cheek as she became lightheaded, feeling her weight go from seventy to two pounds in a few seconds time. Her entire body was immobile, and at the same time so sensitive to touch she could feel a gentle breeze, despite being indoors. "Simply wonderful, Penny. I'm sure as soon as you find a way to turn me back into a stallion, I'll find a way to turn you back into a pony." Dawn lifted up a soft cloth and polished the tear off her cheek.
1. Sunny Plot.Sunny couldn't believe her roommate! She'd left the kitchen an absolute mess again, and run off to pick up a stallion at a bar and bring him home to bang all night! Now Sunny needed to clean the kitchen before her own boyfriend came to visit. Luckily, her boyfriend had given her instructions for a new spell to create latex gloves over her hooves, making cleaning much more hygienic. She cast the spell, her horn glowing brightly for a brief moment. Sunny felt the latex attach to her hooves and skin around the coronet. Smiling, she walked to the counter and use her magic to spray cleaner while wiping it down. After a couple minutes, she noticed the latex was now two-thirds the way up her legs. "That's odd," Sunny mumbled. She didn't need such large gloves, nor did they need to be so tight. Her legs felt like they were nothing but latex at this point. She gasped as the cold latex poured onto her stomach, covering her breasts. The cleaner fell from the air, splattering on the floor. Sunny couldn't move her legs anymore, they felt light and rubbery. She lit her horn to try to reverse the spell, but nothing happened. The latex made her shiver as it swallowed her marehood and transformed her tail. She glanced back at her beautiful plot that had made every stallion in school jealous. The kitchen light reflected off it perfectly, creating one big beautiful curve. Sunny looked towards the door to shout for help. She opened her mouth, but couldn't scream or breathe. Everything below her jaw was latex, her lungs and throat absent. There was a popping noise as something burst out of her neck, but she couldn't turn to see it. The latex crept into the mare's mouth, she was powerless to stop it. Her lips warped slowly as her tongue and teeth dissolved. Beneath her permanent smile lay a perfectly round sleeve for a stallion's pleasure. Similar sleeves adorned her hind end as she realized with horror what the spell her boyfriend gave her had done. A clear haze crept over her vision, blurring everything, as her eyes turned to solid plastic. The door opened, and Sunny knew help had come to rescue her! She'd dump that worthless stallion for this, he should have asked permission! "Calami?" Scrub thought. It was her roommate, towing a drunken stallion behind her. "Hey babe, ya didn't tell me ya had a sex doll! Mind if I fire the first round into it?" he asked.
2. Sollace's Surprise"Hi, Dawn," Sollace said. "Come in!" He stepped aside, letting the young artist into his home. "I'm guessing you have good news?" "Yep! I've finished the art you requested." Sollace pulled the paintings out of his saddlebags. Each one was more beautiful than the last, a truly wonderful collection to spruce up Dawn's house. "Wow, thanks." "No problem, I really need the bits." "Mind if I take a picture first? I'd like to place it next to the works of art in this room." "I uh. . ." Sollace shrugged. "Okay." Dawn went into his room and came back with a camera. "Say cheese!" Sollace sat down and struck a smug pose for him. "Cheese!" The camera flashed, capturing his image. The bright light blinded Sollace for a brief moment, and in that moment he felt her entire right side cool, as if it'd been dipped in ice. He tried to ask what had happened, but a wave of vertigo washed over him. Sollace felt like he was going to fall over and float away at the same time, her head spinning and unable to catch her breathe. Sollace felt like he'd been plunged straight into icy water. Unable to move, he could only stare in horror at Dawn's wide smile. The creeping sensation slid across his left side, cutting off the last feeling of warmth. A cool breeze brushed beneath his belly, where his stallionhood had recently been located. He couldn't move, his entire body turned into a perfect rubber balloon. "Beautiful!" Dawn exclaimed. "I knew you'd make the centerpiece of my art collection. I just had to turn you into a mare, and your curves filled out excellent. As for your paintings, I think I'll give them to charity." He came over and pulled the plug, letting the air rush out of her. "Don't worry, lovely, when you wake up you'll be safe and sound in a display case. Sollace screamed for help uselessly. Her vision was fading, and she couldn't hear what Dawn was saying. Her strength and energy bled out with the air, pushing her towards unconsciousness. Sollace felt him begin to fold her into a square before passing out.
3. Spectra's SkyrideSpectra was paralyzed, and not just in fear. A stallion had come up to her and asked her to smell some flowers. He claimed they were for a special somepony, and that he didn't have a nose for picking the best scents. The second she had inhaled, a powerful paralytic overwhelmed her body. He had then carried her into a nearby cave, just off the beaten path. "Normally, my trade is more in blow-up dolls and the like," the stallion explained. "However, I have a client that absolutely needed a mint condition white earth pony, with two-tone hair. You fit the bill perfectly! I hear he just wants a toy for his little filly, and good news, that's you!" The stallion set spectra down in the cave, and lifted up her right foreleg. "Such a beautiful mare, I'll get you into a lovely pose. You see, I can mould your body into a nice playful pose, like so." He turned her head to the side, tugging the corners of her mouth into a smile. Spectra tried to scream, yet she was still fully paralyzed. She was getting just enough air to have not passed out yet. The stallion continued to touch every inch of her body, groping her, until he got her in the perfect position. "Now, this is usually the least favorite part, I'd imagine. Never bothered to ask." A large needle was pushed up to her belly button, piercing into it easily. The pain shot through her flesh, causing her to cry. Air seemed to blow through the needle, causing her to inflate from the inside out. Heat spread through Spectra's body as hot air replaced her organs. It didn't hurt, on the contrary. She felt like she was melting into a delightfully hot bath. Her body was getting lighter, floating, relaxing oh so sensually. "Haven't tried helium before, normally it's blow-up doll this, and blow-up doll that. I must say, however, I may sell party balloons on the side. I suppose you can't see your shapely flanks expanding, but trust me, it looks stunning." Spectra could feel her skin stretching, bulging out from the inside. Her skin began to tingle and melt, fusing into thick latex. Both flanks expanded, becoming plump and round. The seams stretched, and there was a slight squeaking as she was over-inflated. Her breasts expanded too, yet at the same time became more cartoon like to suit the needs of a filly's toy. Spectra's barrel was rounded out nicely now, and her front legs stretched wide to support the weight she no longer had. Spectra's skin began to cool, changing from skin to smooth latex. Her head expanded slightly, and she felt the needle withdrawn. "Well, now we just sit back and watch the last stage." The cooling skin ran up her spine, a tingling sensation being that last feeling she'd have as a pony. Soon the rubber crept up over her chin, sealing her mouth into a permanent smile and turning her nostrils into small, painted on dots. Her eyes became a slightly-harder plastic, and her vision adjusted to accomadate. Spectra couldn't move, and felt like she were watching a play at the theater, with her eyes the windows to the stage. Spectra heard a howling as a wind picked up from places unknown inside the cave. It hit her in the plot, blowing her towards the cave mouth. "Shit!" The stallion charged after his helium balloon. All it had taken was that one gentle tap to rocket her outside where the wind would carry her off. Spectra floated out of the cave, now upside down and tumbling through the air. She saw the stallion shrinking in the distance, and an ocean of trees beneath her. Her entire body felt lighter than a feather, blown along by the breeze. She imagined this must be what flying felt like. Perhaps she'd spend the rest of her life flying, or perhaps some other filly would find her and play with her. Spectra even considered a stray tree branch might pop her. However, none of that mattered for now. She was flying through the clouds, high above Equestria, a giddy sense of anticipation growing.
6. Jaestring's Relaxing SwimJaestring swam through the lake, soaking up the afternoon sun. She had the entire lake to herself, free of any ponies who would often panic at the sight of a dragoness walking so casually around Canterlot. Her seclusion came to an end when she heard a young filly screaming, and then jump into the lake. Jaestring sat up, glaring at the filly. "Where's your mother? I was trying to have a nice day at the pond." "GAHHH!!!" The filly continues screaming, sparks flying from her horn. "No, it's okay! I don't bite." Jaestring looks around in a panic. The baby unicorn's horn flares brightly, leaving Jaestring paralyzed and bobbing upright in the water. She tries to move, but is unable to. Her body feels like its falling weightless through the air. Her skin has tightened up, like shrink wrap under a blow dryer. Her scales and hair have all vanished, sucked into the rubbery new skin. The foal giggles excitedly, tackling Jaestring. She falls onto her back, splashing down in the water and squeaking as the foal grasps onto her. They float out towards the middle of the lack. Jaestring tires flapping or shooting off a bit of flame to get help, but unfortunately, it does not work. Some time later she hears a mare calling from the shore. Jaestring is levitated out, the filly napping on her belly. "What's this? A pool toy? Where-ever did you find this?" The mare shrugs, lifting the foal up and setting it in her stroller. She then pulls the plug on the dragoness, deflating her quickly. Jaestring feels drowsy and dizzy, slowly losing focus as her vision blurs. Hooves are pressing her sides, squeezing the air out and getting the excess water off. "Well, no point letting it go to waste." She falls into a dreamless sleep as the last of the air escapes.
7. TypewriterError's Trial"I'm glad you could come over," Dawn said. "Anytime. I heard you had moved to town," TypewriterError said. "I thought I'd come visit." "Thanks, Type. I just happened to make some tea, would you like some?" She eyed the tea suspiciously. "You didn't put ink in it like when we were young?" "Of course not! Sometimes a cup of tea is just a cup of tea." Type carefully sipped some of the tea. "Not bad, what's in it?" "It's an all-natural green tea, made from the leaves of the latex-producing tree." She tilted her head, puzzled. "Hummph?" Her mouth felt numb and tingle, as latex crept out of her mouth and down her throat. Type clutched her neck, afraid she would not be able to breathe. "Oh, I see you're enjoying it," Dawn stated. Type looked at him in horror as her stomach tied itself in a knot and became weightless. The plastic crept out her nose and over her eyes and ears, dulling sensation of the outside world. She was powerless to stop it as it dripped down her neck, the cold beads of plastic creating trails down her back. Her tail twitched once as it too began to fill with air, and a small valve popped out of her flank. TypewriterError was frozen, now stuck with a grin forever. She could see the cup of tea in front of her, and thought only one thing: I should have known better.
8. Ciderbarrel's Christmas Present"Take one vial with a beverage to give your special somepony a gift they won't forget." Cider emptied the blue vial into his tea. "Well, here goes nothing." He tilted his head back and gulped the tea down. "Woowee! That had quite a kick." He looked down at the instructions, reading it out loud. "Take one vial... the bottle contains four vials worth. Do not exceed one vial as measured in the included measuring cup. Exceeding dose may make change permanent." Cider turned the box the potion had came in over, and a smaller glass vial fell out. He had taken a whole bottle, not a vial. He wasn't sure what to do, and by the time he turned around to find help, his legs collapsed beneath him. They had turned to air-filled plastic, along with his stomach. He stretched out, trying to reach for the door. Cider felt a chill run down his spine, and realized he could no longer move. Pressure on his backside and in his throat caught his attention, lengthening out. Cider had used a spell to turn himself into a sex doll for his special somepony! He really hoped it hadn't become permanent, but he had no control over that now. A rigid ring formed around his open smile, forming a nice little slow for his lover. He felt a similiar ring form near his flanks. Cider heard a door swing open. "Well, what have we here?" you ask. "Cider, you did this for me?" He is unable to respond. "Heh, I guess a sex doll potion would make it hard to talk." You take a red strip of cloth that matches his now-shiny bandana and tie his forelegs together. "Alright, sexy, time to break you in."
4. Calami's Shopping TripCalami finally found the store she'd been searching for in a back alley of Canterlot. This was the balloon emporium, home of the finest balloons in Equestria. If you needed a party balloon, this was the place to go. She trotted inside, looking around at the dozens of life-size pony balloons. They had exquisite detail. Calami would buy one for her sister's birthday, and really cheer her up. "Hello? Anyone here?" Calami walked around the store looking for the owner or an employee. "Hello?" Something caught her leg, causing her to try and kick it off. Calami looked down and saw that she had stepped in a string and it had tangled up around her hock. She gave it another kick that should have snapped the thin string easily. "Hahaha," Calami chuckled. She didn't know why she suddenly felt so giddy. Flapping her wings a few times she flew in circles, trying to shake the string off. Her leg started to feel much more stretchy, making squeaking noises as the string tugged on it. She couldn't move her hind leg anymore, and slowed the a hover. The squeaking noises were getting louder. Pressure increased around her thigh, a small seam forming. She yanked on the string again, but this time her rubbery leg made a different sound, a screeching. Calami regained her wits as she saw a trickle of blood from where the latex seam met her flesh. "Help!" she shouted, biting her lip to stifle her laughter. Something was wrong, very wrong, and yet happy thoughts were being forced into her brain, distracting her from escape. As she hovered there, the transformation had crept to her other four legs, locking them in a nice flying position. Her flapping wings causes all four legs to wiggle around, filling the air with tiny squeaks. Somehow she could still hear laughter as a great emptiness filled her stomach and then her lungs. Calami realized she wasn't flapping anymore, and was now floating in the air. Despite not being able to breathe, she felt herself rising to the limit that the string around her leg allowed her. Calami smiled, overwhelmed with a peace of mind as her head was enveloped by the latex. She understood now that she was a party balloon, and her job was to make ponies happy. She floated in the middle of the empty shop, awaiting the return of the owner or for a little filly to buy her.
5. Penny's Picture"Dawn? Anypony home?" Penny asked. "Of course, I'm right in here!" Dawn shouted back. "There you are. I came by to see if you were okay." Dawn waved a hoof dismissively. "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? What's a little gender flipping potion between friends?" she asked, having been a stallion but a week ago. "Glad you're looking at the bright side!" "Indeed. Oh, mind if I snap a quick picture? You look stunning today." "Go ahead." Penny watched as he pulled out a camera and clicked. The flash blinded her eyes, causing them to go out of focus. Her eyelids almost sounded like they were squeaking as she blinked. When her vision returned, everything appeared to have a layer of film over it. She stuttered something incoherent, as her smiling teeth fused together into plastic. The vinyl material ran down her back side, quickly removing all sensation of hot or cold as it turned her hair to a smooth, slick rubber. Penny felt a tear roll down her cheek as she became lightheaded, feeling her weight go from seventy to two pounds in a few seconds time. Her entire body was immobile, and at the same time so sensitive to touch she could feel a gentle breeze, despite being indoors. "Simply wonderful, Penny. I'm sure as soon as you find a way to turn me back into a stallion, I'll find a way to turn you back into a pony." Dawn lifted up a soft cloth and polished the tear off her cheek.
