(Contains a funny cross between inflation and bondage, involving a balloon-obsessed raccoons and a very interesting collar!)
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Balloons’ Raccoon
by Balloondra

It was a weekend day just like any other. A raccoon known to his friends only as Chaotic stepped out of his apartment, descended the one flight of stairs to the ground floor, then began his morning walk. The day was bright and sunny, which brought a smile to his muzzle. Sunny days were the best days.
It was still early enough in the morning that most of the city was asleep, thankfully. It was just him, some buildings, and the chirping of birds for the most part. So he walked through the city blocks to the local park, breathing in the fresh air, focusing on one paw step after the next. A simple yet highly effective relaxing technique, perfect for a young ‘coon in a stressful world.
It wasn’t long before he reached the park and its crisscrossing of sidewalks through grassy fields punctuated with trees. Here the air tasted sweet as even the faint acrid scent of city smoked seemed to be consumed by the nature that surrounded him. Grinning widely, he put a spring in his step. The only way this could get better is if he toted around a big old helium filled—
Chaotic stopped when he saw what the old oak hid around the corner. Inexplicably, he stood before an abandoned balloon stand, complete with helium tanks and even a few big balloons floating right above, tethered to strings tied to a bar atop the stand. The raccoon’s sense of peace and tranquility vanished almost immediately, replaced by a sort of strange anxiety.
After all, the raccoon loved balloons. So big and soft and shiny, easy to hug and bounce around… it was hard to explain why an adult fur like himself was so obsessed with them, but he was. When he could muster the courage, he’d by himself a pack and a helium tank, or just one from a stand just like this one.
But there was no one in sight. The flat park yielded not a single passersby in a mile radius, even behind the trees. ...Though, why a balloon peddler would be hiding behind a tree far from his wares was beyond him.
Chaotic pawed closer to the stand, gazing up at the glossy balloons that waved in the gentle breeze. Beside the helium tank on the side was a box loaded with balloons of all sizes— it was clear that the balloons currently floating above him were on the smaller end of the spectrum, which made him blush. He shook his head, then furrowed his brow and looked around one more time, on the off-chance that someone just so happened to approach…
Still no one. How strange. Heart pounding, the raccoon reached out a tentative hand… then set his resolve and pulled down a big green balloon two feet across. He leaned against the tree, hugging the balloon gently against his chest, breathing in the fragrant rubber, a content smile stretched across his visage. The balloon creaked and squished in his embrace, making his ears perk. Yeah, these really were the moments Chaotic lived for.
He let the balloon go, watching it drift up back to rejoin its latex brethren. You know… he sorta wished he could just take home all of them. Then he sighed, shutting his eyes. Tempting as it was, it wasn’t worth the risk of being caught with stolen balloons. Try explaining that one to the judge.
But when he opened his eyes, he noticed for the first time a collar lying on the stand by that box of balloons. How strange. He could have sworn it wasn’t there before! He took a step back to the stand and glanced at the collar, head tilted. It seemed simple enough, a thick nylon collar with a simple clasp that’d fit him perfectly, he wagered. It was mostly blue and decorated with prints of balloons of all colors, something that definitely appealed to the raccoon.
He felt an urge to try it on. He tried to dismiss it; it wasn’t his, just like the balloons. But then again… he would just be trying it on. No harm there. It’d take all of two seconds to take it off again… He looked around. Still alone in the middle of a park. Hands shaking, he lifted the open collar to his neck, then fumbled with the clasp against the back of his neck.
Click!
The sound of the collar closing around his neck seemed to ring in his ears at ten times the volume. He staggered under the weight of a sudden headache, a splitting migraine rivalling the worst of fevers. He identified the collar as the source of the migraine and claws at it desperately, but to no avail. The clasp was firmly stuck, as if if was always a single unbroken ring.
Ohh, no you don’t! You’re ours now!
The fading of his headache corresponded to an increase in the volume of hissing. Or was it always there? He quickly located the source. The balloons floating above him were inexplicably inflating! The four toys quickly swelled from two to three feet across, an action that made him blush despite his fear and confusion.
Aww, looks like our new pet likes his masters!
“Wh-what? Who’s there?” Lip quivering, he looked around again. He was still alone! And for the first time, he wished he wasn’t.
Good news, you’re not alone! We’re all here, right in front of you!
The voice was changing every time. This one he couldn’t locate— it was in his head! Were they ghosts? Demons? He couldn’t tell…!
His eyes widened as big as they’d go when he saw the string of that still-swelling green balloon untie itself from the stand. What’s more, rather than drift away into the heavens, the balloon drifted toward him! Frozen by bewilderment, he could only watch as that string tied itself around his wrist, giving him a gentle tug upward.
And now we’ll be together forever!
...Could it be? There was no way. But as the second balloon, a shiny red one, drifted over to tie itself to his other wrist, he was all but sure. The balloons were talking to him. And… they called him their…
Pet? Of course! We’ve always wanted a pet raccoon!
He blushed heavily. He never knew how much he wanted something like that! But… that part of him was overwhelmed by a primal urge to escape, to be free. He picked at the string of the green balloon even as a purple balloon tied itself to him. The hissing grew louder, accompanied by the low creaks of rubber inflating against rubber. Chaotic glanced up for a moment and gasped. More balloons were inflating right out of the box, the spool of string beside unraveling and cutting lengths of itself to give each new balloon a tether… which seemed more and more to be Chaotic.
He backed away from the rising rubber bubbles, still trying to work on that tiny knot around his wrist. He picked at it frantically as balloon after balloon tied itself up and down his furry arms, each one pulling him up just a little more. But finally, success! He got a claw through the loop of the knot and pulled it loose, letting the balloon drift away!
What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever wanted a big bundle of balloons?
We know your heart! You love us with all your being!
Stop being silly and relax. We’re granting your deepest wish!
The voices of the balloons grew louder, clearer, almost overlapping one another in frequency. What’s worse, that first green balloon that Chaotic had so lovingly embraced a few minutes before had tied itself back around his wrist. And then it jerked hard, yanking his hand with impossible strength so that his wrists met behind his back.
I think our pet needs a shorter leash, hmm?
Yes, yes, of course! We can’t have him squirming away from us now.
An enormous blue balloon, easily seven feet wide, lashed its four strings like tentacles around both wrists to bind them together. When it was fully tethered, he felt its weight— or lack thereof— more than any other balloon, a curious feeling that served to lengthen his stride even as the growing balloons slowed him down little by little.
But the onslaught was far from over. More out of instinct than logic, he strained and pulled at his restraints, clawing and biting at the strings in some futile attempt to tear them. But they seemed to be as invincible as his collar. He felt his weight lessen and his surroundings grow more colorful as the massive clump of balloons grew into a sort of rainbow parasol, if there was someone trying to lift the parasol into the air.
Then he collapsed, his nose just avoiding bashing into the concrete sidewalk. The balloons took this opportunity as a chance to tie up his legs, and with more than a few laughs at his expense, he quickly found himself unable to do anything more than kick futilely.
He grew tired, desperate. His world became hissing, squeaking, laughter, panting. He squirmed and snapped at every new balloon that joined the entourage, desperately trying to cut their strings, pop them, anything!
Trying to pop us? It won’t work, little raccoon. You’re helpless to our magic!
H… helpless? He sighed. He really was, wasn’t he? He wriggled again— all he could do with a body so tied up. And so light, too— just that little movement sent him bouncing up into the air. He feared for a moment that he would never touch ground again, but he relaxed as he slowly descended again.
Enjoy it while it lasts, pet! That’s the last time you’ll ever descend!
He blushed hard despite himself. Gosh, he really did want this! But… no, it wasn’t right… right?
Another balloon squeaked its way into the group, tying itself around his waist.
You belong to the sky and the clouds!
A massive pink balloon hovered beneath the group, squeaking loudly as it pressed against his back.
You’ll become a toy to us balloons!
Two more tied themselves to either side of him.
You’ll float forever!
The ground will be as distant as the stars!
Another one on his wrists.
You’re going away!
A string wrapped itself around his cursed collar.
You’re going to fly!
It tugged at him— they all did, as if each began pulling a little harder.
You’re going UP!
And go up he did. He rose little by little into the air, the house-sized bundle of balloons finally overcoming the raccoon’s weight to pull him up off the ground. He watched in a sort of dream as the world fell away, as sidewalks shrunk to silvery lines and massive trees to little shrubs. The hissing died down slowly as the last of the massive balloons found their place in the group and found their tether on Chaotic’s body, only accelerating his climb into the sky.
“Wh… where are we going?”
Up! The voice giggled.
Wherever we want to take our sweet little ‘coon.
“What if we go—”
Shhh! Pets don’t talk! A few balloons untied themselves from his back to wrap his muzzle shut. We’ll decide, you just be obedient and watch.
Oh. So he didn’t even get a say in what happened to him. The ground faded away more and more— he could see the whole city now and the surrounding landscape. It was so beautiful.
Chaotic sighed through his nose. He didn’t have it in him to resist… even if he wanted to. So he simply accepted his fate in this role reversal, becoming the pet of his beloved balloons.