Author's Note

Take two strange fetishes and combine them. No more thought went into this than that.

Compromise for a Dream (macro, living balloon, gentle vore, meta humor)

Version: 1

Have you ever had a dream? A forbidden desire no other pony would ever understand? A secret?

My name is Wood Chip and I had a dream. Something I needed to experience. But there were two problems doing so.

First, I knew actually doing it would kill me. It was kind of a bizarre paradox. I was desperately hungry to do something I knew would cost my life, but I also didn't want to die. Second, what I wanted wasn't realistically possible anyway.

You see... I really wanted to be swallowed alive. To be devoured by another.

Yeah, I know. Super strange. Why are you silently backing away from me? What's with that stare? Hey, I just told you my deepest most personal secret and you're going to run off without saying anything!?

Jerk. What I was trying to tell you was that I found a way. I did it. I was able to be eaten. Sort of. I had to make certain compromises. You see, the solution came to me during the last Macy's Day Parade. I never watched one before. It was kind of cool. You should totally go if you ever have a chance. But getting back to my point, I never realized that the balloons are not just... balloons. They are actors. They are alive!

And in that moment, when a giant pony balloon waved at me with a big innocent smile, I swear the clouds opened up and the light of inspiration shown down on me. I knew how to be eaten and survive. Now I just needed one of them to help. I totally went into detective mode. I had to track down these balloon ponies and... ask them to eat me.

Luckily for me, being celebrities, they were totally used to fans making weird requests. I guess when you're surrounded by complete weirdos all day, like those kids who want to rub the balloons or get sat on, a request as normal as mine slipped in without more than a shrug.

I became the meal of one nice balloon mare named Air Light. She was a big softy. Patient and happy to indulge one of her fans. One of those newer balloons with a fuzzy exterior instead of rubbery.

She laid down in front of me, her huge legs forming a funnel towards her open maw. No saliva. Oh well. Like I said at the beginning of my story, compromises. I stepped onto her squishy tongue and brushed a hoof along the inner wall of her cheek. Her throat flexed and she tried to swallow. I stumbled forward. I was on my belly as she lifted her head and used her tongue to crush me against the roof of her mouth. My world began to tilt forward and the smooth surface beneath me provided little friction. I began to slip. I didn't just go sliding down to her belly though. Her esophagus tightened around me and halted my fall. She had a surprisingly good grip in here. Slowly, the walls eased up and I began to descend. My head was pointed almost straight down and I had my front hooves ahead of me like I was diving.

The narrow tunnel ended in a small chamber with walls that regularly expanded and contracted. I was in the belly of a balloon pony.

It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it was nice. I've probably already grossed you out you boring normie, so I won't bother going into detail how she got me out again. But I can tell you one thing for sure. I will never date a "normal" pony again. I'll only ever consider a balloon pony who can give me an experience like that...