Eclipse Luna; The Black Balloon
Author's Note
Eclipse Luna's POV
A Balloon as Prologue: 1
I close the door behind me in my bed room, as the day is about to come to an end. It is late and it is dark outside. Maybe I am tired, but the black balloon set my imagination in fire. I can’t resist the urge to pick it up.
Pulling tentatively several times in different directions, before I blow it up. One foot, two foot, three foot, no real difference. I can still see the balloon just as black, opaque and solid as when I picked it up.
Letting go of the balloon, only to see it slip out of my hand, the air inside propelling it forwards in spirals, as if this was actually a regular balloon. Even if the air did last considerably longer than any balloon I ever played with.
Finally my deranged mind gives in as I pick up the black balloon, shining in my eyes as I stare back at the thick rubber it was originally made out of. I reverently place the balloon on the bed where I found it. I need sleep, right.
I turn toward my wardrobe at the foot end of my bed room, sliding the two twin doors right and left. Stepping out of the skirt and kicking up into my right hand, dropping it into the washing bin. Lifting my hands up and pulling the top off of me, up over my head before I let it slip down onto the pick of clothes to wash. Stepping out of the panties, kicking them up into my left hand, before I see them fall onto the top from a moment earlier. Now I finally pull my socks off of my feet, right and left, granting them to rest on the pile of the clothes I left there just instants before. With that I am nude, thus walking back to bed, only to stop dead in my tracks, the black balloon still there, as if glaring a demand at me.
“I hear you!” I whisper quietly, in order not to wake anyone up, spirits imagination or people.
Now I pick up the insistent balloon from where I left it on my bed, holding it carefully for a moment.
“Okay, you win. I will enter!” I continue, unsure as to why the balloon was demanding this out of me.
I lift my right foot up, slipping my toes into the entrance of the balloon, where I so recently exhaled my air. Feeling the balloon eagerly swallowing my foot and leg all the way up to the knee in no time, effortlessly. I sit down in astonished stupor, before I slip my left foot in after the right, only to notice it slipping in as easily as the first, then I pull the balloon all the way up over my thighs and waist.
“That was easy!” I pondered as if the balloon actually was listening to me.
As I pull the balloon up just a bit further, just after I stood up in order for the balloon to flow freely over my body. Slipping my hand in, right and left, feeling the balloon slide up over my body, caressing my jigglies, my nibbles as they pass my chest and slowly flow down over my shoulders. The next moment I threat as the balloon continue over my throat, but thankfully stop just under my chin.
I manage to lay down and slide in under the quilt of my bed, falling asleep just as my head hit the large pillow in the center of the head end of the bed. With that, my day is at an end, merely awaiting the new day.
There is a distinct knock on the door, waking me up. As I open my eyes and look around, I notice that it is in the middle of the night.
I move my feet to the side of the bed, folding the quilt and sit up, curiously looking around, only to hear the knocking on the door, once more. Someone is by the door, but this is my bed room, not the outer door I hear.
Looking down, I notice that my legs are completely black, glistering as if made out of highly polished rubber. I don’t mind, right now. Even if this is all I wear, or if I am nude, why bother, the sleek surface feels so good to the touch.
As I take a few steps further into the room, I notice that my entire body is covered in the same black, as if I had been made out of rubber, just like the one balloon I had found the other day, or late last night. Halfway to the door, I notice that it swing open, followed by a beautiful girl, looking as if she had been in her early twenties.
Heavy, thick squeaks follow my every move, due to the rubber the balloons had been made out of. Yet, it isn’t particularly hindering my movement, it doesn’t make me stiff or slow in any way. It merely comfort me and embrace me in the most loving imaginable manners.
“Good morning, Eclipse, I am Princess Luna Lulamoon. I am here to escort you. Since you are wearing the black balloon, I am permitted to enter your realm. Now, if you would please follow me!” Luna explained, gesturing towards a new door on the other side of the small room.
“Good morning, Princess Luna, if it is acceptable that I address you in this more informal manner? Are you referring to the balloon I found on my bed the other night? If so, I did slip into it. A Royal Escort, what an Hounour!” I responded.
“Call me Luna, I commonly prefer the more informal address. Besides, I do enjoy escorting Ponies. Let us be on our way, time doesn’t wait lazily, I am afraid!” she responded.
“Okay, Luna. Lead the way!” I responded as I observed the dark girl before me.
I could clearly see an even darker spot on her thigh, with a crescent moon in the middle of it. Aside from her deep cyan eyes, I could clearly see the hair framing her face, only is it the hue of a night sky; complete with the stars and the constellations. She was smiling gracefully at me, just as I guess it befalls upon a Princess of her stature.
As she opens the door before me, I catch a glimpse of her hand, her nails polished as if made out of pure Gold. I momentarily gape at her appearance. Before she actually noticed it, I finally managed to pull it together and walk up to the door and follow her out of my room and into the Realm from which she came.
The next moment, I have a large Mare before me. She now is in her natural Equine form in the Allicorn she had been born to be. To my surprise, I had turned into a largely black Pony beside her.
What shocked me is the now fluorescent cerise man and tail, even if the tail all on its own was expected. Then I found myself surprised as I realise my face is a silicon while, not the light semi tan I used to be, Guess the white is a more acceptable hue for a Pony such as it turned me into as I stepped over the threshold, the boundary between the Human and the Equine realms. My muzzle the little round variety of the mare I turned into. My ears perking up in excitement from what I stumbled into. Had I been a Pegasus, my wings would have perked up in excitement as well, but it isn’t who I am. Neither did I sprout a horn, I could live with it.
Once I look up, I find myself on what appears to be a huge balcony, but with a gate on the section just before the door. The gate appears to be some four feet wide, which should be more than sufficient for even a large Pony as Luna to pass through with plenty of room to spare. I had the notion that I could have been trotting beside her, but chose to let her take the lead as my Escort.
A lone cyan Unicorn stallion with a blue mane, looking my way with excitement all over him. All of a sudden, he simply picked up a balloon as if he just noticed it just now, blowing it up and turning it into a bridge towards my balcony, just on a random thought. As the bridge hit the edge of my balcony, the gate slammed open.
“Welcome to Equestria, dear friends. I am Party Favour!” he exclaimed in a very excited voice.
“Thank you, Party Favour. I am Princess Luna Lulamoon of the Night!” Luna responded and steps forwards, continuing across the newly extended bridge towards her subjects and friends.
“Thank you for the kind invitation, Party Favour. My name is Eclipse Luna, but please, call me Eclipse!” I responded as I followed my Princess along the bridge as she continued all the way to the other side and into Equestria proper.
“Nice to make your acquaintance, Eclipse. If you don’t mind, I would love to throw you a party with a few friends of mine!” Paarty pointed out.
“A Party? I can’t come up with any reasons to protest or avoid it, legitimate or otherwise, Party. Hope Luna would enjoy your party as well. Who are the friends you are throwing the party with, Party?” I responded.
“The first and most obvious is Pinkie Pie and secondly Sugar Belle, but Cheeze Sandwich is on a corner somewhere as well. Oh, dear Luna is sure to love the party. Wouldn’t you, Luna?” he responded.
“Hay, even a Princess can enjoy a good party from time to time. I certainly have missed up on more than enough parties, in order to make up for partaking, I think!” Luna put forth.
“You know how much I love having you on my party, Princess Luna. Not just because it makes it into a Royal party, but you are quite the nice and festive Pony to have on the party, Luna!” Party responded.
“I think she is my Valkyria of sorts, even if she referred to herself as my Escort!” I pointed out to Party.
“She is known to escort Ponies in their dreams from time to time. I have no experience of it, due to the situation of where I lived through most of the time she was back in Equestria. Valkyria?” Party responded, while Luna continued further along the path towards the party.
“The Valkyria supposedly escorts us to the hereafter. Into a realm different from which we live our lives. This isn’t the realm I came from, so in a sense it does make sense to refer to her as a Valkyria, at least to me!” I responded.
“So long as you wear your balloon, you can go back. She will escort you by nightfall, but that will be early morning where you live. The Night is Princess Luna’s domain!” Party explained.
“But, can I come back and see you and your friends? I feel so at eased, so relaxed as I am here by your side, Party!” I pointed out.
“If you wear the balloon to bed, when you go to sleep, yes, she can bring you back over to Equestria any time. This is who she is, Princess of the Night!” he responded.
“That little black balloon I found on my bed? Even if it can encompass my entire body, which all by itself is a feat, but how can that decide if I can go back?” I inquired.
“The balloon is a part of Equestria, and it came from a very special Pony. It is my Magic that permitted the balloon to cross the boundary in the first place. You are merely hitching a ride. I expected you to enjoy coming over!” Pinkie Pie pronounced from behind me.
“Who is that?” I exclaimed, startled by the voice, seemingly from out of nowhere.
“I am Pinkamena Diana Pie, commonly known as Pinkie Pie, but please, call me Pinkie, all my friends already do. I throw Parties, this is but one in a very long line of Parties I throw. I just have a few friends here to help me for a change. You already met one of my newest friends; Party Favour. Sugar Belle and Cheeze Sandwich are hiding in one of the proverbial corners, somewhere, helping me to throw this one Party. I hope you will enjoy them and their presence as well!” Pinkie exclaimed as she pushed her muzzle into the fore and my field of vision.
An Exploratory Episode in the Mares’ Room: 2
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Eclipse Luna; The Black Balloon
An Exploratory Episode in the Mares’ Room: 2
”If you excuse me, I think I need to go to the Mares’ Room!” I excused myself and scurried off in the direction I had been indicated earlier.
“Just be back, once you are done?” Party Favour exclaimed.
“Wouldn’t dream of missing out on a single moment, of your party!” I prompted, as I trotted on.
“Okeley, dokeley!” Pinkie exclaimed.
After I turned a corner; I bumped into the door, took a step back and opened it; before entering. I closed the door and locked it, before I did anything else.
“How do I use their facilities; while still within the rubber covering, or coating my body?” I pondered.
Naturally, as I look around; it feels as if it had been my very own room; but now I am a Pony, and I am the guest in the room.
After a moment of probing the area where it was, I decided on just sitting down. Strange as it may seem; it works, and I hear the hot yet of yellow liquid; which hit the surface with a continuous splash.
I continued to prod and probe myself, both the skin around and then continued outwards; before I knew it, I had explored my entire body, as far as I could reach.
Everything is, where it should be; with the modifications for the now Equine anatomy. At least, it is all there; and I am a Mare by their standards.
What I had not counted on, is that the black rubber is rubbing of on my skin in the efforts of exploration. I had managed to coat myself with a good portion of the Equestrian rubber from the gifted, and gifted balloon of Pinkie’s. For now, there is no actual difference. None at all.
As I had washed of my hooves, and dried myself of; I unlocked the door and opened it, before I exited the room and closed the door behind myself. From there; I promptly trotted back to my friends, and the party.
It may feel strange to feel your body over with your hooves, and all covered up by the thick rubber of what had been passing for a regular balloon, but just feeling the things where they should be, in the form I am currently in still is reassuring me.
As a Pony, things are very different, not just in the manner I now move on all fours; on hooves, nonetheless. There is little to nothing in place of my breasts; but the cherries are where I knew Ponies have them, the crouch that is.
Reassured, I am ready to party with the best; which is exactly what I had before me, and they are still here with me. Question is just; how do I commemorate this for my posterity, if I choose to have a memento?
With a balloon covering up my entire body, it may sound strange to ask them to make one of these balloon animals; yet, it is something I know I could take with me home, or I imagine I could. I could show it off, as if it had been just a regular memento from a moment I had been enjoying. Even if it may be suspicious, if it is lasting more than a month? How would I explain that?
Of course, I had to ask them to make a balloon animal; for me as a memento. How could I possibly pass up such an opportunity? Knowing they are the best, when it came to this in particular; I just had to have one memento from each of them, just for my own personal joy.
What I had failed to realize, and capitally failed to notice; is that I had been making myself another memento all by myself; or on myself, as I am here. I don’t know if it is part of the process; but the balloon is leaving a something special, for me to remember this moment and occasion. Something I am afraid I will never be capable to wash of, or by any other means remove. It will be more permanent than a tattoo, or even the genetic code within each and every cell of my body. I am stuck with a trace of their magic.
“I see you are back from your encounter with the Mares’ Room. Relieved, and ready to party on, I hope; even if I see the signs of too much contemplation and worries, on your face!” Pinkie Pie stated, matter of fact.
“I guess I am a bit too self-conscious on occasion, and when I have too much time on my hooves to contemplate; I start to worry. It isn’t as if a mare like me, has the chance to party with even one of you; let alone two, or more?” I suggested.
Of course, I know that is a construct I had invented on the spot; even when it may be true to a point. The problem is that I was unsure of myself as a Pony, even before I had seen them. Naturally, it is a special and utterly rare moment to be in the same room as more than the one of them in the first place; too.
“This is a party, I think I need another glass of Cider; even if I may have to revisit the Mares’ Room, later!” I then exclaimed.
“Life is a party, you know; yet, it is an inevitable fact; that you will have to go there soon enough, either way!” Party Favour pointed out.
“Speaking of parties; I would love it, if you could make me a memento of the occasion; before we part ways!” I suggested, in hope I had not been asking too much of him.
“Just a tiny little memento; I think I can fix that for you. Are you hoping for a more special Party Favour, from the stallion; Party Favour, then? It is after all what I am known for, and what my name said in the first place!” he responded with a chuckle.
“If it isn’t too much of a bother; I certainly would love it, if you could make me one of these!” I responded.
“Then you shall have it. Just come up with something along the course of the night, and I will fix one for you!” he proclaimed, utterly self-assured.
I guess he is a handsome stallion, and one sought for far and wide. Besides, he knows of it.
