Author's Note

Kink Spoilers
Balloon Ponies
Light Bondage
Characters
Pinkie Pie
Shindig Flare
OC : Thundersong
OC : Swift Strike
Many More Mentioned

Helpful Balloons

A green-coated hippogriff stepped out of the respawn gate to the party district, his bright yellow eyes blinked as he looked around. Thundersong breathed deeply from the crisp autumn air and sighed with delight. It had been a long exhausting week, but he felt satisfied and full after his most recent adventure. The scavenger hunt had been fun, but all he wanted to do now, was get some fresh fish for dinner, find a place to perch, then take a good long nap in the sun.

After supper, Thundersong climbed into an oak tree, he needed a nap. But before, he settled into the upper branches of the tree, he spotted a newly erected big-top tent just a short distance away, where the scavenger hunt had been organized the week prior. This peaked his, so he flew over to the field to have a look at the new attraction.

The big-top was colored in stripes; pink, blue, yellow, then pink again and so on. Floating above the structure was a large pony balloon with a short pink mane that was blowing bubble of gum to a size almost as big as the pony itself. The pony balloon also sported a massive erection, which was the talking point of several ponies gathered around the base of the tent. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary column of nylon used to hold the balloon down, but after a few moments it became obvious that it was meant to be a cock, with a swollen sac and tailhole to match. Interestingly, it looked like the entire big-top was designed in such a way keep that massive thing grounded by tugging at and holding down its giant cock!

Still curious, Thundersong approached the entrance to the big top, landing outside a large crowd of ponies who were gossiping about the new attraction as they gathered around the entrance. The hippogriff pushed his way through the crowd to the front to see what the fuss was about and watched as a pink mare began guiding ponies into the tent.

“Welcome, to the balloon emporium everypony.” Pinkie greeted the first five guests at the entrance to the tent. Then she noticed Thundersong and one other guest was a hippogriff.

“And hippogriff’s! You can come in now, we’re almost done.” Pinkie beamed. Two female ponies entered immediately, the other guests followed more cautiously as they took stock of the tent. Thundersong blinked and looked around in confusion before spotting the other hippogriff. With an apologetic shrug to the ponies behind him, he trotted in at the rear of the group Pinkie Pie had invited into the tent. Ahead of him, two of the mares were chatting with each other.

“Awww come on Octavia, It’s a balloon emporium how bad could it be?” a unicorn asked her partner, half-dragging and half-escorting a reluctant earth pony into the tent.

“You said the exact same thing about that pancake place this morning and what about that rave you dragged me to last night, Vinyl. Vinyl!” Octavia dug her hooves into the ground, digging furrows as Vinyl pulled her ahead excitedly.

“I have good vibes about this place, don’t worry. Besides, I wanna get you a balloon to make up for the rave last night.” Vinyl explained. Octavia loosened her grip on the ground a bit and let herself be dragged inside, the prospect of a gift from her marefriend the only thing keeping her from galloping away as fast as she could. They were so busy arguing they didn’t even notice Pinkie though, to them; she was just another background pony. Pinkie, however, had noticed another unique guest and was studying her quizzically.

“And what are you?” Pinkie asked a purple unicorn with long unshorn frets. It was unusual for a mare to have frets that long.

“You noticed! My name’s Tihan and I am half-kirin unicorn.” Tihan said, showing off her hidden claws. They retracted from her front hooves easily.

“I’m going to have to confiscate those miss.” Pinkie said seriously.

“What?” Tihan moved to protect her hooves.

“I’m just kidding silly. Remember though, this is a balloon emporium, don’t go popping any balloons without permission.” Pinkie tilted her head, then smiled.

“Oh, that’s a relief. I thought you were serious.” Tihan relaxed.

“Go on in and enjoy.” Pinkie giggled. Tihan trotted inside with a skip in her step.

The other hippogriff shrugged and followed Tihan inside, purring around Thundersong as she passed and making sure he got a good look at her behind. Thundersong tilted his head curiously, but did not follow her.

Pinkie noticed the green hippogriff lagging behind and whistled to get his attention.

“Hey, are you coming? Party’s inside the tent, not outside, silly!” Pinkie motioned with her head to the inside of the big-top.

“Ummm sure, why not.” Thundersong said, trotting through the entryway. Immediately, something seemed off about the air inside the big-top, like it was thinner. He gulped as his wings ruffled in agitation then looked around with suspicion. The air just seemed off, completely unlike the air anywhere he’d flown before. The hippogriff turned to another pony who had followed him, an all-yellow stallion with a red-waxed cheese wheel cutiemark.

“Hey, does the air in here seem kinda funny to you?” The hippogriff squeaked, clamping his beak shut the moment the pitch of his voice changed.

“Yeah it does seem kinda funny in here. But your voice is even funnier.” Cheddar squeaked a teasing laugh; his voice was extremely high pitched.

“My voice? What about your voice!” Thundersong squeaked, then immediately pressed a claw to his beak in disbelief. He chuckled half-heartedly, his voice did sound funnier because of the strange air.

“Haha, what fun! I think this tent is filled with helium.” Cheddar squeaked. Thundersong looked panicked.

“What’s the matter? A little helium never hurt no pony.” Cheddar asked.

“A little? We are in a balloon filled with a lot more than a little helium. We’re all gonna asphyxiate to death!” Thundersong tried to sound serious, but it just sounded incredible high pitched and rushed, not serious at all. Behind Thundersong, a pony squeaked up to reassure the skittish hippogriff.

“You’ll be fine; the balloon tent is constantly being filtered with fresh heliox. That means it has oxygen in it.”

Thundersong turned around and immediately recognized the pony as the same one from above the big-top, although he was much smaller in person and significantly less balloon-y in appearance.

“See, safe.” Cheddar beamed, and then left without another word. He wanted to explore the big top. Thundersong was not fully convinced.

“Are you sure this is safe? It already feels harder to breathe.” Thundersong squeaked and held a claw to his chest. Shindig Flare patted him on the head, ruffling the hippogriff’s ivory feathers

“Positive, birdy. You’re just a tab bit panicked. But, if you still feel uncomfortable, the exit is right where you came in. If you leave, though, you’ll miss out on all the balloon creations we will be making today. I could give you a tour if you’d like?” Shindig offered.

Thundersong looked toward the exit, Shindig was right; he could leave any time he wanted. He truly felt a bit lightheaded, but it didn’t seem any harder than normal to breathe and it was actually beginning to make him feel warm and cozy.

“Hmmm, I suppose you’re right. Errr... you’re the pony from the roof, right? I’m Thundersong, I don’t think we’ve met” Thundersong squeaked softly.

“Shindig, Shindig Flare at your service.” Shindig took a bow.

“Would you like that tour?” Shindig asked once more. There was something about this unicorn that Thundersong trusted.

“Yeah, actually, I think that would be nice. Thank you.” Thundersong chirped with delight which sounded even more playful than normal with all the heliox he’d been breathing.

Shindig lead Thundersong to the reception area in the very center of the balloon big top. Thundersong asked why it wasn’t closer to the front and Shindig said it was so anyone could access it from any side of the big-top. It was a simple circular desk staffed by what seemed to be single red stallion. Further inspection revealed that it was a very detailed balloon made to look like a pony, kinda like the one floating above the big top.

“Howdy, how can I help you young hippogriff?” The balloon asked. He didn’t move his mouth at all. He simply spoke and bounced tethered by string at the end of his cock and at the end of each fore hoof to a single central eye screw in the ground.

“Did that balloon just talk?” Thundersong asked.

“Welcome to the first spot on our tour, the reception area.” Shindig wrapped the wood of the desk with his hooves.

“And yep, he sure did. Meet Swift Strike. He wanted to make sure that it was safe to have such a large attraction so close to a respawn gate. So after a bit of talk, I offered him a job. We are very glad to have him, he is very resourceful and makes a wonderful reception pony.” Shindig smiled and tapped Swift’s side.

Even slightest introduction of additional pressure on the volume of gas inside his body caused his cock to throb and twitch with pleasure. Of course, since he was a balloon, there was no way for him to increase the pressure himself. ‘Moar, please!’ He cried out mentally, but that wasn’t part of his new reception training.

“Please let me help you!” Swift insisted instead.

“I was going to suggest that he be the lookout pony above the big top, but he seem deathly ill at the thought of extreme heights, so this more grounded position seemed perfect.” Shindig flicked the string attached to Swift’s cock like a guitar. Swift’s urethra tugged with the vibration of the string sending shivers through the helium gas in his body. The vibrations ended in his head made him feel light headed in a pleasurable way.

“But how can he help if he can’t move? Isn’t he just a balloon?” Thundersong asked.

“Ask him for help and find out.” Shindig smiled.

“Ummm, where can I find some normal party balloons around here?” Thundersong asked Swift.

Swift turned counter-clockwise to the right in three quick bounds until he was facing a different area of the tent. Each bound tugged at his cock making him feel harder and harder. Then, like magic, Swift managed to forced up his fore hooves, rear is back hooves, and lean forward like an arrow, nearly all the pressure tugging at his cock now.

“Our gift shop is over that way, nearly everything is free of charge and what isn’t can be earned through events located around the big top.” Swift said enthusiastically. All the tugging at his limbs and cock had created a lot of extra pressure which made him feel an extreme amount of pleasure.

“Oh okay, wow. Thank you.” Thundersong squeaked.

“Are you satisfied, or is there something else I can help you with?” Swift asked, but really it was a plea. He begged for Thundersong to say yes.

Thundersong nodded, he did want to ask another question.

“What else can I help you with?” Swift asked. He returned, unsatisfied, to his normal stationary position, then he turned to face his patron Thundersong. Shindig laughed, if Thundersong only knew the tease he was being too poor Swift.

“Where is the bathroom?” Thundersong chirped, not sure what else to ask. He just found it amusing to watch Swift bound around by his cock.

With minimal delay, Swift turned clockwise to the left in five quick bounds until he was facing a different area of the tent. Again, each bound tugged at his cock making him feel hard. Like before, Swift raised his fore hooves, rear is back hooves, and leaned forward like an arrow with all the pressure now on his cock.

“The male restroom is that way.” Swift squeaked, then shifted a little counter-clockwise.

“The female restroom is right next to it. Are you satisfied, or is there something else I can help you with?” Swift asked diligently once more.

“Thank you, you’ve been very helpful.” Thundersong beamed. Shindig leaned against the counter casually and waited.

“You’re very welcome, anytime~” Swift sang. Like a rubber band, he shot back to stationary, the extra momentum caused his whole body to bound on the tether of his cock and pull him wildly to and fro.

The gas violently shook inside Swift, every movement the pressure increased, sending waves of pleasure through him as the gas inside bounced against his interior. The balloon-ified pony could not hold back any longer and he came to an erratic orgasm, which caused him to twitch violently while the other ponies in the tent watched. Each shake, squirm, quiver and twitch of his balloon body only stimulated the gas inside him, drawing the orgasm out and ensuring he would still be needy long after it ended, even as the balloon pony continued to thrash about in bliss.

Thundersong giggled before turning to Shindig, ignoring the balloon pony for the moment. “Well where to next, Shindig?” Thundersong asked, the feeling of lightheaded-ness was beginning to feel really good and he wanted see more of the balloon emporium.

“Let me show you the create-your-own balloon section next, it’s the closest, then we can just continue in a large circle.” Shindig made a swirling motion with his hoof.

“Okay, that sounds fun.” Thundersong chirped, then got a head start in that direction.

Shindig felt good, really good. He loved it when anyone had fun, especially when the fun was created with his own two hooves, and double especially since he created it with Pinkie Pie. Another thing he loved was Thundersong flank, there was actually a pretty hung stallion behind that cute bird smile and Swift’s screams of pleasure weren't helping him feel any less aroused.

Life was better, when your head was full of light and bubbly gas.