Now THAT'S something you and I can agree on.



...just not a balloonie version for me. I love to hear that "clip-CLOP! Clip-CLOP!" sound.

*hands over a little recorder with the "clip-CLOP" sound on it* there ya go. :3

(*Chuckle*) Not QUITE what I had in mind... but it'll do.

I wanna be a balloon pony! what a coincidence! *digs around in his closet for the rubber pony suit*

That I would like to see, both of you getting your wish :P

Hmm, don't know of any balloonie ponies.. i know of a purple unicorn...

Well you know this Balloonie Unicorn Nathan, I can be a pony for you if you like. :) Uni magic is useful that way. *Giggles*

The box arrived, festive amidst the mail; the paper a bright red, the ribbon crossed underneath the label that clearly marked it's contents for Nathan Ounce. It was a bit heavy, small, not bigger than a half foot cubed, but still easy to move inside. Curiousity moves you to open in, removing the label, slipping off the ribbon, ripping the paper with a nail neatly under the lip of the lid. The top comes off easily, and a hissing begins, a string on the underside of the lid attached to small tank at the bottom of the box, the source of the weight. But it's what's on top that catches your eye.

The glossy, dark pink latex begins to stir from that hissing air, a hose leading to a mouth and a forming face. A long muzzle plumps, two soft nostrils tasting the air and your smell first, followed by two great liquid eyes sliding into place to look at you with curiousity. Pointed ears rise and point on either side of a mane of glossy candy floss, the head filled, larger already than the box it was in. She looks at you with interest, not saying a word yet though, her lips tight around the hose tip that's giving her shape.

The head begins to rise from the box, pushed by a thick neck. Shoulders form, the muscles of withers strong as breasts burgeon forward, rubbing against the lip of the box, almost growing out too fast as she rises up. Her arms extend as the air gets into them, coming up to cup the inflated orbs below each topped with a red nipple. She smiles around the air tube at your obvious interest.

Her trim belly pushes all of it up, her head about equal to a sitting person's now, though her lower half is almost magically crammed into the small box. She shakes her head, long mane of bright pink curls bouncing iridescently, shining in the room's light. Hips emerge, her slim fingers sliding over them the crease of her groin. The light is just at the right angle that you can see the shadow of three grouped balloons on her full, round rear. Her tail emerges like a waterfall, spilling out of the box in a gentle flow.

Legs propel her upwards, steadily, rising up out of the box like Venus from the waves, the hissing echoing inside her hollow form. She reaches for you, touching your hand lightly. An invitation, a caress as she steps carefully out of the box onto rubber hooves, the hissing coming to an end. Pink and pink and red, she is yours, standing before you, waiting for whatever you desire, be it cuddling, sex, or perhaps inflating her a little more...

Ooooh! That was really good! I liked it a lot! Thank you very much for writing that. May I add a copy of this to my website?

Sure, go right ahead. :)

Great, thank you

And beautiful as well. But I'm surprised, I never expected you to be of the occasional balloonie type.

Fair enough. I hope you've enjoyed your times as balloonie pony. If I may ask, what are some of your favourite balloonie sizes and shapes?

Very nice ^^
And I agree, it's the changing of size where the fun usually is.
Thank you for sharing!

*writes that little note down for a later prank... should the need ever arise!*

A pony, huh?
Well, I'll see what Julie's got going in the lab...

Oh? Much too kind of you.