Inflation Situation 2: Electric Boogaloo
The sun shined through the second story window, illuminating thousands of dancing dust motes as the first rays of morning greeted Octavia Philharmonica's still-sleeping face. Letting out a low moan, she turned and flipped her pillow over her head. Now that she had been roused, she would soon be going about her morning routine. But I don't want to get up, if I get up then I'll just start remembering everything that happened in that catastrophe of a trip last night. So she stayed snuggled against her covers, determined to hold out as long as she could.
An unexpected smell slithered into the room, causing Octavia's nose to twitch as she smelled it, however unwillingly. Suddenly, her eyes shot wide open as she bolted up from her bed. Could it be? No, it couldn't possibly be that... could it? No, it's not possible. But, there's no mistaking that smell!
With her disheveled mane and tail flying wildly behind her, Octavia galloped out of her room, down the stairway, and into the kitchen, where her good friend and roommate Vinyl Scratch was standing next to a coffee pot.
“Mornin' Octy!” The unicorn pony said with a grin. “Was just about to come get you.”
“Is that-”
“Sapphire Moon tea? Sure is. Got it this morning from Rarity.”
“B-But you hate tea!” Octavia's could only stare at disbelief, as her friend was more of a coffee pony than a tea one by nature.
“I know, but I said I was going to start being a better friend yesterday and I meant it. So think of this as an 'I'm sorry' for all the times I've abused your friendship in the past.”
“Vinyl....” Although it was early in the morning, Octavia could feel her eyes starting to water. I really am lucky to have such a good friend as her. Especially after last night. Octavia glanced over at Vinyl's slim frame. Hard to believe you were the worlds biggest sentient blimp last night. Still, I am glad that you're back to normal Vinyl. At the very least you wouldn't have been able to fit through the front door coming home.
“So, bottoms up?” Vinyl levitated a cup of freshly poured tea, the steam still rising from the surface, which Octavia accepted with both gray hooves.
Octavia smiled at her friend, who had her own levitated cup. “Cheers!”
The sound of teacups clinking together reverberated throughout the humble kitchen as both earth pony and unicorn took their first sips. Octavia couldn't help but giggle lightly when she saw her friend try her best to appear indifferent to the tea and failing miserably. Oh Vinyl, I am so glad you're not a big ball-shaped balloon.
“So Octavia, got any plans for the day?” Vinyl asked when the two ponies had finished their spot of tea.
“I can't say that I have, honestly. My next recital isn't for a while and after the events of last night, I'm quite content to stay inside for the day.” Octavia smacked her lips lightly. Was it her imagination or did her tea taste slightly... off? No, it was certainly her imagination. Who, after all, would ever dare to spoil a perfectly good pot of tea?
“Well if you don't have any plans, I was thinking the two of us could do a duet together!”
Octavia’s teacup nearly tumbled out of her hooves. “A what?”
“You know, a mash up. Like what I did with that Melody gal and her rock music a while back. Your string instruments combined with my wubs? Whatcha say?”
“Well...” Maybe it was the fact that she had just woken up, but Octavia had to admit that the idea did sound appealing to her inner experimental musician. Friends were all about trying new things together, were they not? Besides, Octavia rationalized to herself, after everything you put poor Vinyl through it's the least you can do!
“Oh what the hay, I'll be happy to perform with you Vinyl.”
“Awesome!” Vinyl cheered, grinning with what seemed to be almost impish glee. Is it my imagination or is Vinyl smiling a bit too wide for this sort of thing? Don't be silly Octavia, you're overthinking things.
“Yes, well I-” A low rumble cut Octavia off as both her and Vinyl's barrel's growled in unison. “Perhaps breakfast would be in order first?” Octavia finished, gray muzzle flushed with heat as she spoke.
*MLP*
Octavia adjusted her violin under her chin one last time as she shifted the grip on the hoof held string bow. She had ultimately gone with her violin as opposed to her usual string bass, at Vinyl's insistence. Which was fine by Octavia, it had been a while since she had used the instrument anyways. Glancing over she saw that Vinyl was likewise making some last minute adjustments of her own on her turntable. Octavia felt strangely excited at the prospect of doing a musical duet with her friend and roommate. Somehow she just knew whatever the end result of their combined composition was going to be, that it was going to be one to remember.
“Are you ready Vinyl?”
The unicorn twisted and turned a few more knobs before answering. “Yup. You?”
“I'm prepared to start whenever you are.”
“Then classy ponies first.” Vinyl said with a bow of politeness that Octavia couldn't help but roll her eyes at playfully.
With that the bow string began moving across the violin as a low moaning melody began to wafer into the living room. Octavia decided to go for a more classical tune, at least to start, as opposed to a quicker rhythm such as a country sort of tune. Being a professional by trade, the black maned mare closed her eyes as she allowed her music to wash over her.
Her beginning tune was much like a dammed up stream whose water was only just now starting to flow through the cracks. Matching her violin’s low siren song was her barrel, which widened in width so slowly that the earth pony wouldn’t have noticed even if her eyes had been opened.
After a minute or so of this, with her barrel having barely expanded at all, Octavia's song started to pick up in pace, only to be suddenly diverted by a low, brassy boom of wubs. The suddenness of the bass's sound waves caught Octavia off guard, but only for a moment before her music began to adapt with Vinyl's. The unicorn's wubs were like a distant waterfall, roaring and unrelenting but still subtle enough for Octavia's own melody to blend in with.
Moments passed before Octavia closed her eyes once more and attempted to increase the pace of her tempo, shifting genres from classical to a more upbeat country. As the music hastened, so too did her expanding barrel. Unlike Vinyl's now vertical expanding stomach, Octavia's grew in width first it swelled with Octavia's ever increasing blissful mood.
Man, Octy's getting pretty big, if I don't step up my game she's going to leave both my music and balloon body in the dust! As Octavia continued to increase her tempo and (unknowingly) her expansion, Vinyl did likewise with her bass's wubs, both to keep the music flowing and because she couldn't wait until she became big enough to float in the air like she had last night in Canterlot.
Slowly, Octavia's sides and back began to balloon out to better match her ever widening barrel, rounding and curving out as the stream of music had now finally broken free of it's dam and embraced it's destiny as a bubbling, babbling brook. The joyful music surge though Octavia's whole standing frame as it literally swelled within her. When her back and sides had reached a shared proportion with the barrel (which was now inflating and curving out vertically), Octavia's backside buns were the next to join the Expansion Orchestra as both left and right cheeks swelled up and rounded out like two gray balloons.
But Octavia remained unaware of her ever changing appearance, or of Vinyl's rapidly inflating frame for that matter. As the violin's high pitched siren song continued to sing, the back of Octavia's hindlegs began to swell with her ever rounding rump.
Whatever this feeling is, I pray to Celestia that it never ends! Octavia thought as the seconds and minutes continued to pass. When butt and back legs had become the size of party balloons, the main blimp that was Octavia's body began to grow over all once more. The earth pony appeared to now be carrying at least two foals in her stomach (Vinyl Scratch was up to five at that moment) but a sudden renewed burst of inspirational creative energy from Octavia's bow quickly made that three. By the time she had grown up to four, her back hooves began to wobble. There was only so much musically inflated pony they could support before things came tumbling down. That number was, incidentally, five.
When Octavia reached that number, having lost all sense of time and self from her and Vinyl's combined composition, she was rudely awaken when she suddenly felt her body cumbersomely falling over. Instead of smacking hard onto the floor on her barrel, Octavia instead rebounded off of the floor like a very large, gray ball.
D-Did I just bounce?
By this time her purple eyes were wide open, the spell of both the Blimp n Bloat and her music having been broken at last. She blinked as her violin and bow clattered to the floor, having slipped from her hooves as the surreal reality of her situation slowly began to dawn on her. She looked down at the curvature of her rounded, protruding belly and realized that her neck had been partly absorbed by what was undoubtedly the rest of her back and sides when she felt how difficult the simple act was. Octavia, having only reached about the halfway point in her blimpification process, lifted her front legs as she stared at her hooves, jaw unhinged.
“How ya feelin' Octy?”
Octavia glanced up, almost reluctantly as she hoped and prayed to as many Alicorn muses of music as she could think of that her friend wasn't the big, sphere shaped nightmare she had became at the nightclub last night. The earth pony was in for a very big disappointment. Vinyl was the same ball-like shape she had been last night, save for her signature shades, with an enormous grin on her face (as well as an enormous everything else for that matter).
“Feels great, being all big and blimpy and sexy, right?”
“I... I... Me, how, Blimp n Bloat...” Octavia could only stare dumbly as images and thoughts flooded her mind.
If anypony sees me like this, if word gets back to Canterlot and my fellow band members... I'll be the laughing stock of the entire classical music world! I'll never be able to perform professionally for the rest of my life! I-I'll be reduced to singing... pop ballads! Vinyl might be able to shrug off this sort of thing but I- Vinyl? Vinyl. VINYL!
Suddenly, all worry and panic vanished from Octavia's face as an strained expression and smile took over in its place. Gone were her fears about her reputation, her concern of her band members somehow finding out. All there was, was rage. Pure, unadulterated, undiluted rage. Forget inflation based revenge, I'll pound that ungrateful, careless blimped bimbo into the ground if it's the last thing I do!
“Just answer me this: Why? I thought you said you weren't mad at me?”
“Oh I'm not. I just did it cuz it's fun, duh.”
“For... fun? For. Fun.”
“Um... You okay there Octy?” Even a carefree pony such as Vinyl Scratch couldn’t help but notice her friend's stressed out expression.
“Oh I'm just bloody dandy Vinyl,” Octavia said, her left eye twitching madly as her voice became tenser with each passing word she spoke. “I mean, it's not as if my friend and roommate lied and tricked me by abusing our shared love of making music or anything. It's not as if my former friend just turned me into a big, bloated, freakishly comfortable and cute balloon pony. And it's not as if my ex roommate just potentially destroyed my hard worked, hard earned reputation as a Canterlot musician!”
Vinyl let out a nervous chuckle. “Oops. Well, when you put it like that-”
Suddenly Octavia, bellowing a bellicose cry, launched herself from her stomach head first at with spherical nemesis by means of her seldom used earth pony strength and willpower.
Vinyl let out a yelp as she moved her floating frame out of Octavia's warpath just in time as the earth pony crashed into the DJ's turntable. An expanded rump cheek managed to accidentally knock a nearby as a nearby lamp off of it's table where it smashed to the floor into thousands of itty bitty pieces.
“What the heck was that for?!”
“WHAT DO YOU BLOODY THINK?” Although her head was blocked by the rest of her body, somehow Vinyl could just tell that her friend was now a deep shade of crimson as she struggled to move her cumbersome body back around.
I gotta get out of here and give Octy some time to cool off! Wine red eyes quickly motioned to the door as Vinyl's horn lit up, a blue aura surrounding the door knob and turning it. With her portal to the freedom of the outside world now open, a sudden bolt of inspiration struck the unicorn (Octavia was still struggling to reposition her partly parade balloon of a body) .
I wonder- Vinyl quickly reignited her horn and summoned her aura once more. But the DJ's target was much more ambitious than a mere doorknob, her target was, in fact, the entirety of her inflated body. Vinyl grinned in triumph when she felt her magic successfully surround her whole frame; moving her body would be a cake trot with her telekinesis.
“So long Octy, I'll come back in a few hours after you've cooled off!”
Ignoring the earth pony's commands for her to 'stay the bloody Tartarus right there or else', Vinyl zoomed forward like an airship pulled by the unicorn version of Rainbow Dash. She had gotten most of her body out of the door (with some tight squeezing and grunting in the process) when Vinyl suddenly found herself completely stuck.
Oh you have got to be kidding me, of all the cliches I get the 'big butt in the doorway' one? Vinyl twisted and turned both of her rump cheeks as best she could, which was further hasted when she heard Octavia cry out: “Finally! Now where is that mare?”
Come on, come on! With a final turn of the left cheek and a twist of the right, Vinyl Scratch at last managed to free herself with an audible popping noise. She quickly floated away from the doorway, turning back when she was a good number of feet out of Octavia's potential hoof reach.
Octavia poked her head out of the doorway, glaring at the unicorn. Even as rage filled as she currently was, even she knew there was no way her much wider body was going to possibly fit through that door.
“Vinyl, when I get my hooves on you...!”
“Oh yeah? And just how are you going to-”
Vinyl paused as she felt her eyes widen to the size of her first name namesake. Letting out another belligerent scream, Octavia hurdled herself through one of the much larger and much wider living room windows, bringing thousands of glass shades with her in the process.
“-Pony poop.” Vinyl mumbled as the enraged classical musician began bouncing towards her in short bursts, making a noise that was not unlike the Equestria version of Pinkie Pie's signature trotting sound effect. It was the sort of sound a medicine ball made when bounced around, only in this case it was gray and very angry medicine ball that was on the hunt.
Swallowing the lump in her thought as best as her fully covered throat would allow her, Vinyl quickly began zooming off as fast as her magic would allow, Octavia giving chase and cursing all the while.
*MLP*
Life. Life is good. Shady, a Dream Valley earth pony thought to herself as she made her way towards her front door. Not great. But good. And I'm okay with that! It had taken years of therapy with Sweetheart, but between that, the medicine, and Molly's never-wavering encouragement, Shady at long last felt as if she had come to terms with her 'Earth Pony Complex' so to speak. And now, it was time to greet the day.
“Good morning Ponyville!”
Just as Shady opened the door, she saw a giant white ball-shaped balloon with the head of a pony of all things on it zoom past her yelling in fear.
This was shortly followed up by a much less balloony, much more pony shaped gray blimp bouncing after the white one, yelling and cursing indiscriminately.
“Goodbye Ponyville!” And with that Shady slammed her front door shut.
*MLP*
“So let me get this straight sugarcube, ya'll went and sold this DJ more of this blimping bloating stuff even after everything that happened last night and all the trouble it caused that poor roommate of hers?”
“Hey, DJ Pon-3 was willing to pay me 100 bits for that sample of Blimp n Bloat and the way I figured it was if 50 bits was good money, than double that would just be good business, right?”
Applejack sighed. Although she knew her younger sister wasn't a little filly anymore (her potion making cutie mark proved as much) that didn't mean that she had to agree with all of Apple Bloom's decisions.
“I'm just sayin that it doesn't seem like an honest sort of thing to do. Like how that Flim or Flam or whatever feller tried to get most of the cider money profits outta that fancy machine of theirs.”
“...Did ya'll just compare me to the Flim Flam bros? Really?”
“Well, no, but I-” However, Applejack's then-current train of thought would forever go unspoken as a screaming, white balloon surrounded by a unicorn's magic came barreling through both apple stand and Apple sisters alike with equal indifference.
Applebloom, who had been leaning on the stand proper- and thus got most the damaged- let out a low moan. “Did anypony get the number of that airship that just hit us?”
“Somehow sugarcube, I don't think that was an airship, though it sure as hay looked like one!” Applejack said, as she shook the dust off of her Wednesday stetson.
BOING!
BOING!
BOING!
With each rebounding bounce in the air, Octavia kept her ever rolling eyes as locked onto her former roommate as best she could.
Just you wait you ungrateful boor of a blimp, when I get my hooves on you I’ll-
Suddenly, Octavia found her giant egg shaped belly stuck in midair. Blinking in befuddlement, the enlarged earth pony looked around. Somehow, no doubt thanks to her zeroed in tunnel like vision, she had completely and utterly failed to notice that the alleyway that Vinyl had just barely squeaked through was too small for her wider-in-width body.
For the moment, any and all anger was gone from the classical musician’s mind as her face began to flush a different shade of red.
This is just awful, what am I going to do. Everypony is going to see me, I’ll be the laughing stock of Ponyville. Wait, what if I’m already made a huge scene of myself chasing Vinyl through town. What if the band back at Canterlot has already gotten word of my predicament? What if-
“Well, look what we got here.”
Ocatvia’s ears twitched at the drawling accent. I know that voice!
“Is that you Applejack?”
“Sure is, sugar.”
“Y-You wouldn’t happen to have a trusty lasso around by chance, would you?”
“I might.”
“Wonderful! … Do- Do you think you could use it to free me?” It was at that moment that Octavia realized that Applejack was essentially talking to her ballooned backside, and the different shaded flush became an even deeper shade of pink.
“Maybe. Will ya’ll go on a big ole hollering rampage like you were just a few minutes ago?”
“No, I’ll be good. I promise”
“Alrighty then!” Applejack said, lasso rope in mouth as she spun it in the air.
----
“Howdy Miss Octavia!” Apple Bloom said with a big smile as she came trotting up to her sister and the recently freed (and still very blimped up) musician. “I'm glad to see that Pon-3's sample of Blimp n Bloat worked!”
“Yes, well about that. Having had a moment to calm down, I think it’s time I track Vinyl down and try to convince her somehow that I don't, in fact, want to force feed her mane and tail down her throat.”
Applebloom couldn't help but arch a questioning eyebrow at that. Octavia blushed. “It's a long story.”
“Let me guess,” Applejack said. “This here Vinyl Scratch inflated ya without you knowing it, got ya'll riled up somethin' fierce, and the both of ya have been chasing one another all across town like a cat chasin' a mouse. That about sum it up?”
Octavia blinked, visibly impressed by the farmer's observations. “Yes, that's it exactly actually.”
“Naw, weren't nothin too special. Apple Bloom here told me everything that happened last night. Put the rest together was easy.”
“Oh.” Were it at all possible, Octavia's whole body would have deflated slightly in disappointment. But the effects of the Blimp n Bloat held strong.
“Did either of you see which direction Vinyl went in?” Applebloom asked. Applejack shrugged and couldn't help but frown. This isn't good, Vinyl's now completely out of sight and could be anywhere in Ponyville by now. Looks like we've got our work cut out for us.
*MLP*
Can't stop or Octy will get me!
Gusty trotted down the streets of Ponyville with a spring in her step. Suddenly the green and red maned unicorn was knocked clean off her hooves by a massive, screaming, something-or-other, knocking the wind right out of her lungs.
“Ay caramba,” Gusty mumbled, as the world around her spun madly.
*MLP*
Can't stop or Octy will get me!
Sunny Days allowed Equestria's sun rays to reflect off of her tanning panel and onto her body. She heard a noise which caused to look up, setting her three part panel to the side for a moment.
Fast approaching near her was what looked like a giant white balloon surrounded by unicorn magic with the head of a pony on it.
Sunny Days lowered her stylish shades as the floating white whale came zooming past her, disheveling her mane in the process. Sunny grinned.
“Way to keep the party going Vinyl! Stay excellent!” Sunny raised one of her front hooves high while the other was lowered at her barrel, as if she was holding a guitar.
*MLP*
Can't stop or Octy will get me!
“And so then I was like, 'Well no wonder, you're not a pony!'”
Both of Ponyville's local spa sisters glanced at one another.
“And the fact that he was covered in scales and was a bipedal didn't tip anything off to you because... why?” The pink sister asked in her accented voice.
Daffy giggled. “Because I thought he was a very deformed looking pony at first of course! Besides, our job is to bring out a beings inner beauty, so who am I to judge someone just because they look different. I mean, that would be just silly!”
Both spa sisters could only giggle uneasily, the memories of how they treated Zecora from all those years ago still being fresh in their minds.
Just then their outdoor lunch was unexpectedly and rudely interrupted when a loud ball-shaped white THING came rushing though. Both spa sisters, Daffidazey, and their food were all unceremoniously toppled over without care.
“My stars!” Daffy exclaimed as she got back up her hooves, blinking rapidly as two small, bottom looking balloons attached to the much larger one quickly faded from view. “What in the name of all the shampoos in the world was that?”
*MLP*
Can't stop or Octy will get me!
Rarity sat out on her veranda enjoying the day with her guest. She sipped at her tea gently and glanced across the table. "How are you enjoying the scones, Darling?"
Fluttershy smiled warmly before responding. "Oh, they're very good. Thank you."
“The bakery only makes a few dozen per day, and you've got to get there early enough or else th-”
ZOOM!
Rarity paused as a giant white monstrosity with the head a unicorn came flying past them, yelling some unintelligible, fearful sounding cry.
For a long moment neither Rarity nor Fluttershy said a word.
“Was that... A pony, darling?”
“Um... I think that was Vinyl Scratch.”
Rarity blinked, face scrunched up in confusion.
“She's the one who lives with the earth pony musician Octavia.” Fluttershy's face was a mask of confusion. “Although I didn't know she could inflate like a balloon.”
“Truthfully darling,” Rarity said. “Neither did I.”
*MLP*
Can't stop or Octy will get me!
Vinyl was now deep within an orchard of apple trees by the time that she finally stopped. Her horn felt as if it had burned down to a candle-like nub and her heart felt as if it was going to burst out of her blimp sized body. Her eyes quickly scanned the surrounding for any hiding place that was larger than the trunk of an apple tree. In the distance she saw a small shack attached to a tree.
Vinyl frowned. It doesn't look very big. Still, it's that shack or taking my chances out in the open... Shack it is then. Vinyl waited a moment for her horn to rest before summoning forth her magic around her balloon of a body once more. As she hovered her way towards the small structure (ears open for any hint of a screaming Trottingham accent) Vinyl mulled over the past few hours in her mind.
I don't get it, why's Octavia so mad at me? I mean, yeah I might have kinda lied to her and inflated her without her permission, but she shouldn't be mad, she feel all bubbly and happy inside!
The blimpicorn was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice the difference in size between her own body and the shape of the doorway and was only knocked back into reality when she felt her sides start to pinch painfully.
What the-? Vinyl glanced quickly to both of her sides. Sure enough, she was now snugly stuck in the doorway. Oh come on! Twice in one day, really? Still, guess it could be worse. Could be my butt again.
With no way possible to free herself, Vinyl was alone with only four walls, a roof, and a floor to keep both her and her thoughts company.
Then again, Octavia always has been the more self conscious one, being from Trottingham and Canterlot and all that. Guess if I was in her hooves and my best friend tricked me into inflating into a big balloon of a pony by the power of her music, can't say I'd be very happy either.
Were it not for her currently constrained predicament, Vinyl Scratch would have deflated to the ground as her feelings of self pity, sorrow, and sympathy for her friend's reaction to their shared situation weighed her down like cinder blocks on an air balloon basket. But being as tightly stuck as she was, Vinyl could only flap the divots of her hooves in regret.
What sort of pony goes a betrays their other friend's trust the day after they say they’re going to try and be a better pony and friend to them? Guess I'm that pony. I don't deserve to be Octavia's friend and roommate. All I've ever done is cause her nothing but embarrassment and headaches and she's got every right to be mad at me.
Two streams of tears began to run down her face as they slid down the curvature of her inflated frame, dropping to the wood floor with a reverberating plunk sound.
“Guess all there's left to do is to wait for Octavia to come and finish me off.” Vinyl finished her sentence with a sniff before the waterworks came out in full force, leaving the single room clubhouse the sole audience to a symphony of sobs and sorrow as Scratch awaited her end.
*MLP*
“So this Blimp n Bloat intensifies a ponies emotions when their using their special talent?” Twilight made a mental note to keep a notepad on hoof from now on in the off chance something as bizarrely interesting as this ever happened again.
Apple Bloom nodded. “That's right. With DJ Pon-3 and Miss Octavia it's music. For Pinkie Pie it might be throwin' a party or something like that. That sort of thing.”
“Fascinating.”
Just as Twilight was about to ask more questions, Applejack and Pinkie Pie came trotting back from the Apple family farm house.
“Well, she ain't in the barn or the house.”
“Or the chicken coop!” Pinkie added with a giggle.
“But she has to be here!” Octavia exclaimed, face etched with worry. Ever since she had managed to calm down she had grown increasingly worried as she and the others had searched all of Ponyville for the missing, rampaging blimpicorn. “It's the only place in Ponyville that's left!”
Twilight turned to Applejack. “Is there any other place she could be?”
“Well, only place left on the farm that isn't apple trees would be the clubhouse-”
“Then what are we waiting around for?” Pinkie's eyes lit up as she spoke. “Let's go!”
Everyone then began to make their way towards the former Crusaders’ clubhouse.
“You know,” Pinkie said. “It’s funny.”
Twilight turned towards the bouncing earth pony. “What is?”
“You'd think with how big Vinyl is that she'd be easy peasy to find.”
“Yeah, I think yer right,” Apple Bloom said, pointing towards the clubhouse as it came into view. Even as far away as the small herd of mares were, it was impossible to miss the large white body, a smaller but equally round and protruding rear end, and a two toned tail.
As the group continued their approach to the occupied shack, an unexpected sound caused them all to freeze for a moment with pause.
“I-Is DJ Pon-3 crying?” Apple Bloom asked, jaw unhinged with shock. The idea of a pony as cool as her crying was completely crazy to the young pony.
“So how do ya'll want to go about doing this sugarcube?” Applejack asked Twilight.
Twilight frowned as she thought though her choices. After a moment, she turned to Octavia. "This is something you're going to need to do".
Octavia frowned, cringing slightly as she did so. “Are you sure?”
“You are her friend, and the reason why the both of you are the way you are at the moment. If anypony here should be the one to calm Vinyl down, I should think that pony would be you.”
Octavia’s head buried itself in her tight gray belly, an awkarad attempt at a bow. “I understand, Princess.”
Bracing herself, the massive musician began bouncing her way toward her trapped friend’s backside
“Vinyl? It’s me, Octavia.”
Vinyl’s tail stiffed on end when the blimicorn heard the familiar BOINGING sound of Ovativa’s egg-shaped belly.
”Please don’t panic, I’m just here to talk.” By now Octavia was only a foot or so away from Vinyl’s protruding posterior distantly realizing that Vinyl’s inflated frame was putting a visible strain on the clubhouse she was currently stuck in.
“Did you come to yell at me so more about what a bad friend I am? Because I already figured that out for myself, okay?” Vinyl asked, her ballooned butt bouncing as she spoke.
Octavia sighed, fortifying her resolve one at last time before continuing to speak.
“No, I’ve calmed down enough to realize that I overreacted and shouldn’t have chased you all around Ponyville like I did. I’m truly sorry, Vinyl. Do you think you can forgive me?”
“Forgive you?” Inside the clubhouse, Vinyl’s ears twitched as she frowned, her expression puzzled. “If anypony needs to ask for forgiveness around here, it’s me. I totally betray your trust in me Octy, all for some stupid inflation interest I had…”
“But I was the one who chased you half around town in the first place. You wouldn’t be trapped right now if we had just spent the day bouncing inside the comfort of our own home. Besides, I was the one who started all this madness over a dumb dirty saddlebag anyways. If anypony needs to really apologize here, it’s me.”
Blinking away her tears, Vinyl Scratch laughed, causing her whole body (along with the clubhouse itself) to quake slightly with each hearty chuckle.
“I guess so. So, you’re not mad at me?”
“Oh I am most certainly annoyed with you, Miss Scratch. But I do forgive you in spite of my annoyance.”
Ocatvia then gave a final, short leap forward before wrapping her hooves around her friends bloated up behind in as comforting a hug as she could manage with her massive belly in the way.
“Hey Octy?”
“Yes Vinyl?”
“Any idea how I’m going get out of this one? Because I think if I tried to wub belch myself back to normal, I might destroy this tiny house thing, and I don’t want the Apples any madder at me than they already are.”
“Um… That is a good question, actually.”
*MLP*
Two Weeks later.
“You know Octy, all things told, this isn't the worst possible thing Princess T could have made us do for community service.”
“Watch it you!" Octavia turned her head as much as her fully inflated frame would allow as she tried to give a death glare to a particularly touchy stallion. She then turned her attention back to her friend. "True enough, but I- Ow- do wish that these ponies wouldn't quite be so rough.”
Both ponies were inflated to their maximum size, with Octavia's full frame being wider and more egg shaped in comparison to Vinyl's more 'snowball' appearance as the citizens of the Ponyville public pool happily bounced and battered them about in the air like giant pony beach balls.
Some distance away was a far smaller pony blimp with a yellow coat and red mane, who simply stared out at the crowd of playing, cheering ponies of all ages and races with annoyance as she floated in the water helplessly. Why'd Applejack have to insist I do this community service thing with them? When I get out of this I'm giving her a-
It was at this point that her thoughts were interrupted by the rounded rear end of Diamond Tiara, who had put in a remarkable amount of weight in fatness over the years, which landed and rebounded off of the young pony's tightly inflated body.
“Sorry Apple Bloom!” Diamond called with a playful wink.
“Note to self,” Apple Bloom mumbled under her breath. “Destroy any remaining traces of the Blimp n Bloat in the future when I get back to the hut.”
The End.
Author's Note
So, the sequel to a story that no one asked for but their getting anyways! Now with the editing help and genius of the ever brilliant Rex Ivan, thanks for helping tighten the story up dude!
