The Infectious Clear Balloon

by Ponyess

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Random, Alternate Universe, Human, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1485

I got an invitation with the mail, from a Diana Pie, by the looks of it. She even sent an Escort to pick me up. If only I had known I was to become a Pony for the entire visit, but that is too late to regret, once I realized it on the trip over.

There was an engraved invitation in the mail the other day, including both Escort and a clear balloon.

Once I accepted, the Escort picked me up at my home, only that is late at night and in my bed room. Where was she taking me, and who is she?

Seems I ended up in Ponyville for the night.

Published 2015-12-26 07:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-26 07:30:01 UTC

Invited: 1

Author's Note

Ms. Annastacia's POV

Invited: 1

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I had placed the invitation on my nightstand, and the clear balloon to the right. No originality, but this is where I can make use of them, when it is the time. For some reason, I am instructed, and expected to slip into this one balloon, just before I go to bed. Of all the times?

As small as the supplied balloon may be, but it had proved exceedingly easy to slip into it. It had refused to rip, as I had expected it to do. How could what seems to be a regular balloon accept my entire body within its limited space? As elastic as a balloon may be, even if it had been made out of high quality, pure rubber, as opposed to the low quality variant commonly made out of cheap plastic.

Once I went to bed, I had red the beautifully engraved invitation carefully. Making certain I had understood what it meant. I don’t particularly enjoy making mistakes. In the end, the instructions are quite simple and straightforwards. All I need to do is to slip my bare, naked body into the balloon, before I went to sleep. After that, the Escort would guide me on the promised adventure, to a place refereed to as Equestria. Where ever that could possibly be?

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Once I had reassured myself, I slip the top, skirt and panties off of me, thus leaving me in the nude. At the moment, I felt quite comfortable in the nude, considering I am alone right now, after all.

For a moment, I just stand there and look at the balloon. I pick it up in my right hand, carefully. Maybe I still fear something would go wrong if the balloon was damaged by me, due to lacking care. I had to be careful.

Instead of turning around, I simply slip the right foot into the balloon. I pull the balloon up to the knee, before I continue with the left foot. Then I merely pull it upwards, shocked as I realize the balloon had reached me up to my waist as if it had been nothing. There is no sound, or any other sign on that it is stretching out or straining.

Slipping my right and left hand into the balloon and feeling it slide up. Before I knew it, the clear balloon covers my entire body, leaving only my head bare. Had this been a regular balloon, it would either have ripped, burst or held me firmly in place as its prisoner in the position. The only thing I could have done in that case was to fall, even if I guess it may have left me free to breathe.

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Slipping into bed had not been such a challenge. I had done it, and pulled the quilt up over myself, leaving only my head in the air, and on the pillow.

Dressed up in nothing but the one clear balloon; I am feeling nude, and the rubber is clearly slippery against the bed linen in my bed. Yet, even this distraction was proving no match for a long day; with that I soon fell asleep, just after I had placed my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. With that, the day is at an end; I slip out of the realm.

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As I woke up, there is someone by the door. Even with the room as dark as it is in the middle of the night, I clearly see her; as she is waiting for me, as if she had been standing there for hours, and had been prepared to stand there for several more hours without any protest.

The one puzzling thing is that the door this Lady is standing before with her back; while she clearly is facing me, should never have been there. It isn’t so much that it could have been no door there, but I can’t recall there ever being a door at that position.

“Good morning, Annastacia!” she addressed me.

“Good morning!” I merely echoed; as polite as I am able at this time, in the situation I had just found myself.

“I bid you welcome, on compliments of a Diana Pie; I am the Escort she requested for your safe arrival!” Luna expressed.

“Diana Pie sent you as my Escort?” I inquired critically, curious as to where we were going.

“Yes, she did indeed. I am Princess Luna of the night, and am the guardian of the night. She felt I would be the one most qualified to escort you, to where she had intended for you to go!” she responded.

“Wait, there is something I just can not follow here, I just can’t put my finger to it right now!” I responded.

“I am happy to answer your questions, when we are on our way. Since I am here, I know you did slip into the balloon she sent you. Now; we must make haste, my dear!” she prompted.

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“Okay, I will follow you; to wherever you will escort me. Of course I am wearing the balloon, but nothing else!” I put forth; slipping out from under the quilt and setting my feet onto the floor, before I rose to my full height.

“Good, Diana will be most pleased!” she responded.

The Lady I had before me, the one I had seen with her back up against the door that could not have been there is apparently dark; not brown or black, but an undefinable dark. Furthermore, I do see her wearing her Royal necklace in the form of a glistering rubber collar in this ace; yet there is a crescent white Moon on the black background. From what little I could see in the faint light, her Equine eyes are a light blue. There is a strange shimmering effect to her hair that makes it hard to pinpoint the colour or even the exact style and where it is; yet the one unmistakable detail to her hair is the appearance of a star-laced night sky.

In her Human form, she is apparently wearing a short skirt with the same insignia on the right side; and a top in matching style.

As I followed her, she opened the door and stepped through. In surprise, I dropped my jaw. What I see as she walked out the door, is what came through. Only the next moment, I am a Pony, just like her. The escort I had been afforded is none other than the Princess Luna, and an Alicorn. Not that I knew what any of that meant, or the ramifications of the treat I had just been offered.

Naturally, the balloon I had stepped into the night before; had adjusted to my new equine body. Yet, the clear, glistering rubber is coating me eagerly; following my every move. Apparently, it is as if the balloon had grown on me; and had become a second skin, yet I don’t notice anything more than the glistering surface of it. Could I even pull it of of me, if and when I felt the need to? I have no idea; and I don’t feel inclined to ask at this particular point, either.

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As I look down at what had been my feet, I now see hooves in their place; even if what the hooves I see had been my hands.

My body is a red, as if borrowed from a bloody ruby; while my hooves are black as night. My mane and tail; now a deep sapphire blue, just like my eyes. Apparently, this is my equine form; for as long as I stay withing the borders of Equestria, flooded with the brand of magic of the land.

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Once through, I start to notice more of who she is; not just the fact that she is a large to very large Pony, but she has a youthful playfulness to her as well.

As an Alicorn, she has the horn like a Unicorn, just much longer; and the wings like a Pegasus, which is larger, just as her horn is in order to match her size and stature.

She had told me that she was the guardian of the Night and the night sky, was that what I had seen in her hair, and now her mane and tail? Of course, this would be why she could pierce the veil of my dream and pull me all the way to her realm of Equines. Yet, apparently she still did need the added magic of that pink mare known as Pinkie Pie. Any other balloons, of which ever quality or material it may have been crafted; could never have had the room or strength for me to slip in into it without ripping it in two.