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- >Day Blustery in Equestria
- >You are Anon.
- >You've lived here for at least 3 years now.
- >And this is easily the windiest day you've ever seen.
- >Everypony is staying inside when they can, and you don't blame them.
- >This gale could probably blow a filly away.
- >Thankfully, The weather is strictly scheduled in Equestria, so you were able to dress accordingly.
- >But come on, why so much wind?
- >You have half a mind to ask Rainbow why the pegasi made it so, but don't expect much of an answer.
- >You don't expect much of an answer from her about anything except "how awesome she is".
- >You've headed out for lunch, as you do every day.
- >Today's choice, Sugarcube Corner.
- >Because sometimes you just feel like chatting with (okay, listening to) Pinkie Pie.
- >Tables are deserted; everyone's inside.
- >Except... you hear somep0ny screaming.
- >Wind is carrying their - her - voice towards... you...
- >No, she's getting closer.
- >Really, really quickly.
- >You turn and see a pony... being blown around like a balloon?
- >Screaming and screaming like her life depends on it.
- >Never mind how little sense it makes, if you don't catch her quickly she could wind up miles away.
- >Anon dives...
- >And the catch is good!
- >But what have you caught...?
- "Sssh... I've got you... It's alright..."
- >She's clinging to you for dear life, quietly sobbing.
- >Trembling, or the wind is buffeting her, or probably both.
- >She's a bit smaller than average, about Coco-sized.
- >But more importantly, the reason she was being carried away like a balloon...
- >It's because she IS a flawlessly life-like balloon.
- >Literally a feather in your arms.
- >Instead of fur, her surface is made of bright red latex rubber.
- >It's fairly soft to the touch, and slightly translucent.
- >Her mane, which you're stroking to calm her, is a bubblegum-pink, air-filled "section", instead of proper hair.
- >It's even squishier than the rest of her; soft enough to pass as hair.
- >Her tail looks the same... Interesting design, but now isn't the time to ask.
- "Let's get you inside... out of this wind."
- >She nods, her muzzle pressed into your shoulder.
- >Keeping your arms around her, you make your way to the bakery's door.
- >Take your hand off her head to open the door.
- >Luckily, it's empty today.
- >Guess nobody wanted to brave the wind.
- >"Hiya, Non... ny..."
- >Pinkie trails off at the sight of you carrying a pony-shaped balloon.
- "Hey, Pinkie, this pony's having a bad day... can you just... give us some space?"
- >She looks at you strangely, until the pony in your arms sniffles.
- "And... egg salad sand-
- >"Nonny, you get the same thing every time you're here."
- "True. Anyway, for her..."
- >You glance down at the balloon pony's quivering form.
- "Let's make it a banana split."
- >"Sure, Nonny."
- >Pinkie learned long ago to give you space when you ask for it.
- >Partly because you almost never ask for it, marking the exceptions as damned important and serious.
- >You sit this strange creature down in a booth, and slide into the other side.
- >These booths weren't really made to accommodate a human, but you manage anyhow.
- >The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, you waiting for her to compose herself.
- >She's calmed down now, but she still looks shaken
- >Still, the sooner you get some answers, the better.
- "Think you can talk? Or do you need a few more minutes?"
- >She nods, but it takes a couple of seconds before she replies.
- >"I... yeah. Just..."
- >She raises her head to make eye contact with you. In contrast to her "fur", they're a rich, emerald green.
- >"Thanks for catching me. I don't know how long... I..."
- >You reach across the table to grasp her hoof.
- "Hey, it's alright, that's behind you now."
- >She nods again.
- >"...Yeah."
- >You release her, and awkward silence reigns for a couple of seconds
- "So... do you have a name?"
- >"Cherry. Cherry Bubble."
- >Silence.
- >"...What about you?"
- "Anonymous, Anon for short. Pleased to meet you, Cherry."
- >She lets out a singular chuckle.
- >"Likewise."
- >If she hadn't met you... yeah.
- "I don't mean to be rude, but... just what are you?"
- >"I'm a balloon. What are you?"
- "A human. A creature from another world. Closely related to apes."
- >"How did you get here?"
- "I don't know. Just woke up here one day."
- >You lean in a bit.
- "How did YOU get here? Last time I checked, ponies and balloons didn't overlap."
- >"Ah, yeah, you're referring to my..."
- "Your everything."
- >She giggles at your little joke.
- >"Well, I guess you'll have to make an exception for me, then."
- "Were you always... like... this...?"
- >You gesture at her, indicating her bizarre composition.
- >She nods, a bit more emphatically than her past.
- >She can't be from Ponyville, you'd have seen her by now.
- "Where did you... come from? I mean, how does a pony like you... get..."
- >You gesture at her again.
- >"I was created. Proof-of-concept. New laws got passed. Never went into full production."
- "Laws?"
- >She glances away for a second.
- >"Against the creation of life for commercial purposes. The finished product was supposed to be disposable."
- "Disposable...?"
- >"Combination plaything and playmate. Easily replaceable if... broken."
- >For a moment, you're speechless. You've seen and heard of a lot, but this takes the cake.
- "...That's horrible. That has to be the most awful thing I've ever heard of, and I came from a world that's never known world peace, and cranks out atrocities like a factory. Even we wouldn't have dreamed up something so depraved."
- >"That's why the laws got passed. The Princess stepped in before anything really bad happened."
- "Celestia?"
- >"Yeah. Company got disbanded, she adopted me, and I've been living at the palace for the past couple of years."
- >Jesus, she's been blown all the way from Canterlot!
- >But, you can get back to that later. Not right now.
- >...This isn't the most tactful question, but she's got your curiosity.
- "So... how long have you been... around?"
- >"Almost five years. BUT, they designed me to start out fully developed, mentally and physically."
- "What about you, if you... you get..."
- >You don't want to say it. Thankfully, she catches your drift, and smiles faintly.
- >"I'm the prototype. Too much pony, not enough balloon. I can grow back."
- >You breathe a sigh of relief. You have no idea what you'd do with such a fragile being...
- >"I also need food, so, uh, thanks for ordering for me."
- >As if on cue, Pinkie arrives with your food.
- >For the record, it's 3 egg salad sandwiches on whole wheat, with lettuce, tomato and cheddar cheese.
- >You eat a lot of eggs and dairy to try to make up for the lack of guilt-free meat in Equestria, and you're much larger than the average pony; hence your selection.
- >Party pony has Cherry's banana split too, complete with a cherry of its own on top.
- >Ponka looks like she wants to say something, but you raise your hand to shush her.
- "Later, Pinkie."
- >She nods, and heads back.
- >Cherry dives into her dish with gusto.
- >She probably hasn't eaten since this morning, so you're not surprised.
- >She pauses every once in a while to ask you about Earth.
- >Culture, society, government... and, when you mention them... wars.
- >You're a bit of a history buff, so you can answer most of her questions in between bites.
- >Some are harder, though...
- >"Why do humans fight so much?"
- "I... don't know. We evolved to live in smaller groups than you, and we're omnivores, so I think that's a part of it. It could just be a part of us as a species."
- >By the time the two of you have finished your food, she's in a fairly good mood.
- "So... We should probably tell Celestia you're here."
- >The smile she was wearing fades slightly, but she nods.
- >"Yeah. But... it'll take days for the letter to reach her."
- "No it won't. Did the Princess ever tell you about Twilight Sparkle?"
- >She pauses for a moment as her mind puts the pieces together.
- >"This is Ponyville?"
- "Yeah."
- >She jumps up.
- >You hadn't noticed it before, but a golden ribbon is tied around a small "neck" where her navel would be, and wrapped around her hind leg to keep it from trailing.
- >Interesting effect...
- >"Then let's-"
- >She stops, then sits back down as she remembers the wind.
- >"Oh, yeah."
- "Yeah. I can go tell Twilight though."
- >You stand up, and unlike her remain standing.
- "Hey, Pinkie!"
- >Her head pops up from behind the counter.
- >"Nonny?"
- "Come over here."
- >Instead of walking, she hops. Typical Pinkie.
- "Cherry, this is Pinkie Pie. Pinkie, Cherry Bubble."
- >You hold up your hand to shush her again.
- "I have an errand to run. You two get acquainted while I'm gone."
- >As you open the door, you turn back to Cherry.
- "I'll be back soon. ...I promise."
- >Not sure why you added that last bit.
- >Are you seriously getting attached to balloon pony Anon?
- >Possibly... after all, there are many ponies, but there's only one Cherry.
- >Trip over is uneventful.
- >Absurdly windy, but uneventful.
- >You bang on Twilight's door.
- >After a moment or two, the door opens.
- >"Anon? What are you doing out on a day like this?"
- "I have a letter I need to send to the Princess."
- >She pulls back a bit, confused.
- >"Um... Okay? Come inside."
- >You comply, waving Spike over as you enter.
- "I haven't actually written it yet Twi, can I use your desk?"
- >"Sure, it's right over here."
- >You haven't quite gotten the hang of writing with a quill, but you'll manage.
- >You kneel before the slightly-too-small podium, and for Spike and Twilight's sakes you compose out loud:
- "Dear Princess Celestia, this is Anon. There's a... balloon-pony here named Cherry Bubble. From what she's told me, you're probably looking for her. I thought you should know, and I think she'd like to get back to the palace. I've come to Twilight's to send this, but I've left Cherry at Sugarcube Corner with Pinkie Pie; by the time you get this I'll probably have gone back there. Sincerely, Anon."
- >You hold the finished scroll down for Spike.
- "Aaaand send."
- >He blows that magical green fire of his over it, and it's gone.
- >"What in Equestria is a balloon-pony, Anon?"
- "A pony that's also a balloon."
- >"Do you honestly exp-"
- "Did I not just send a letter to the Princess to that effect?"
- >Her face scrunches as she's forced to accept something that should be impossible.
- "I know it's strange, and unless I'd caught her to keep her from blowing away I'd never have believed it myself."
- >"I'm coming with you."
- "Alright."
- >"Me t- UUURRRP"
- >Wow, that was fast.
- >Spike reads it off for you:
- >"My honored guest, thank you for informing me where Cherry has been displaced to. I shall arrive shortly; until then, please stay with her. Sincerely, Princess Celestia."
- >You glance at the two of them.
- "She must want Cherry badly."
- >"Yeah... I can't remember the last time she responded so quickly."
- >"Can I come too?"
- >You hold your gaze on him for a bit.
- "I... don't think so Spike."
- >Predictably, he starts to pout; you cut him off before he can say anything.
- "You could, but... I don't think she'd like your claws."
- >He looks down at them; they are pretty overgrown.
- >"Ooooh."
- "Yeah. Maybe next time, if you file 'em down."
- >He's still bummed, but understands.
- >"Alright."
- "Twilight, do you think you could create force field around us? This wind is just ridiculous."
- >"I agree. Give me a second..."
- >A magenta bubble encases the two of you; not very spacious, but not intimately cramped either.
- >"Done."
- "Much obliged. Shall we?"
- >The doorknob glows the same shade as the bubble, and the door opens itself.
- >The trip back is a bit more interesting, since you're not alone this time.
- "So... You've never heard of Cherry Bubble?"
- >"No. Why?"
- "She knew about you."
- >"I'm not surprised. Ever since I became a Princess it seems like everypony knows who I am."
- "Or maybe... since she lives with Celestia, the Princess had spoken about you to her at some point."
- >"Could be."
- The two of you continue to make small talk for a short while, before...
- "Hey wait a minute, I just thought of something."
- >"Oh?"
- "Why don't you just teleport us?"
- >She halts, and you nearly collide with the wall of the bubble.
- >"Why didn't I think of that?"
- >The two of you vanish in a puff of magenta smoke...
- >And reappear in Sugarcube Corner.
- >...Pinkie and Cherry are playing tug-of-war with a rubber chicken.
- >"Anon! I can-"
- "No need to explain, Cherry. Anything involving Pinkie requires no explanation, because Pinkie IS the explanation."
- >They both laugh at that comment.
- "Anyway, Twilight, meet Cherry Bubble. Cherry..."
- >"Princess Twilight!"
- >"Please, just Twilight."
- >"Princess Celestia has spoken most highly of you."
- >"I'm... glad to hear it."
- >Meanwhile, Pinkie is beside herself.
- >"OhmygoshNonnyIloveballoonsandIlovemyfriendsandnowIhaveafriendwho'saballoonandit'sthegreatestthingever!"
- >Confetti sprays out of her mane. You've always wondered whether that stuff is inserted, aggregated or produced.
- "Well... the Princess said she'd be here shortly, so..."
- >Pinkie wilts at this.
- >"But... but..."
- "Hey, you can still write to one another."
- >She perks back up again, squee-ing.
- >Again, typical Pinkie... where does that sound come from anyway?
- >Apparently Twilight now recognizes Cherry.
- >"I remember the Princess saying something about adopting a test subject of some sort, but I had no idea you were so... unusual."
- >"Yeah... I'm not sure 'test subject' is the best word for me. More like 'rough draft'."
- >"I suppose... What did the Princess say about me?"
- >"Oh, just a couple of your friendship reports, stuff like that..."
- >Cherry trails off.
- >"You know... today is the first time I've left the palace in almost five years."
- >You can tell where this is going.
- >"I don't... have any friends."
- >Pinkie chimes in at this.
- >"Well, now you do!"
- >"Yeah, but... I'll have to leave soon, and..."
- >Now it's Twilight's turn.
- >"Cherry, when my friends and I defeated Nightmare Moon, I went through exactly the same thing. But, Princess Celestia decided to let me stay here. Maybe she'll do the same for you."
- >Balloon pony doesn't seem optimistic.
- >"I hope so."
- >As if on cue, the door opens.
- >Two guards file in, followed by Sunbutt herself.
- >All the ponies kneel before her; you just bow slightly.
- >That's the way it's been with you two.
- >Your position is that as you're not technically one of her subjects, you don't have to treat her like a goddess - even if she basically is one.
- >She's fine with it, since you're still showing her respect without grovelling. Hell, she might actually appreciate it.
- "Princess Celestia."
- >"Greetings, Anonymous. You may rise, my little ponies."
- >The other ponies do so, and you straighten.
- >"I thank you for taking care of Cherry for this past hour. I am sure you will have her eternal gratitude."
- >"Um, Princess..?"
- >All eyes turn to balloon pony.
- >"Yes, Cherry?"
- >"I was thinking... perhaps I could stay here in Ponyville... with Anon?"
- >Here we g- wait wat
- "Uh... Cherry, I..."
- >She sags, heartbroken.
- >"Oh... in that case..."
- "No no no, it's just..."
- >C'mon Anon, pull out of the dive.
- "I want to talk to Celestia about it. Since, y'know, you're under her care and whatnot. ...In private."
- >Aaaand saved.
- >Celestia nods, and a yellow force field surrounds the two of you.
- >"Shall we step outside?"
- >When the door is closed again, Celestia dives right into the discussion.
- >"Cherry is a very special pony, Anonymous."
- >You look at the door for a minute, then turn back to the Princess.
- "I know."
- >"Can you guarantee that she will be safe with you?"
- "I've told you about my people before, Princess. We crush, we kill, and we destroy."
- >"That isn't very enc-"
- >She's shocked into compliance as you raise a hand to shush her, almost like with Pinkie.
- "We also cherish those close to us."
- >You turn back to the door. Time to deliver the clincher.
- "When those we care about are in danger..."
- >You smirk slightly.
- "Does the phrase 'holy terror' mean anything to you?"
- >As face her again, she's silent for a moment.
- >"Not only has she become attached to you, but you've apparently become attached to her as well."
- "Yeah... I'm surprised by it too. But I learned long ago that you shouldn't question your feelings, since you never get any answers. Just follow them."
- >You hadn't really meant it to be funny, but she laughs anyway.
- >"That is very true, Anonymous."
- >She turns to the door, but stops.
- >"If you had interrupted me in front of my subjects - "
- "But I didn't."
- >She grins.
- >"No, you didn't, did you?"
- >Back inside...
- >"Anonymous and I have come to a decision."
- >You simply nod. You figure the Princess can take care of this by herself.
- >"Cherry Bubble is to be placed in the care of Anonymous."
- >Cherry's ecstatic. She crosses the room to you in one big, low-gravity leap.
- >If she were a normal pony, she'd have knocked the wind out of you; as it is, you catch her effortlessly.
- >Wait a minute, her trajectory was wrong... is she able to defy gravity completely?
- >You'll ask her later.
- >"One of them is to write to me weekly for the first month, then monthly afterward."
- >This is unexpected.
- >"Okay, Princess!"
- >Cherry's apparently unfazed though. She must want to stay in touch with her Princess and benefactor.
- "I figure we've had enough excitement for one day... Twilight, could you teleport us back to my place?"
- >"Do you really need me to - "
- >You flick your head downward, indicating Cherry.
- >"Oh, right."
- >As Twilight trots over, you say your goodbyes; Celestia will hear from you in a week, Pinkie will see you sometime tomorrow, and so on.
- >There's a flash of magenta... and the three of you are in your living room.
- >Your house, while not quite a mansion, is very large for just one person; several bedrooms, three baths, a pool, and more the narrator doesn't feel like specifying.
- >Thankfully, the creature who had it built was a Minotaur, so the important bits are actually built to your size and shape.
- >Twilight and Rarity altered most of the furniture and fixtures to accommodate ponies, at your request - the better to entertain guests and whatnot.
- >It sat on the market for a long time since no pony wanted it, so you snagged it at an incredible discount.
- >You've earned a respectable amount of money selling "inventions" to Filthy Rich; so this house, or at least its asking price, was well within your buying range.
- >In reality, what you're doing is recalling the mechanisms behind Earth technology and profiting from it.
- >You've always been fascinated with the way things work, and have a good memory, so this isn't too difficult for you.
- >Sometimes, though, you only remember bits of it, and his R&D department fills in the rest - you get a smaller cut with those.
- >Almost none of it has hit the market yet - still too expensive to mass-produce - but Rich sees their potential and rewards you handsomely.
- >He's actually an okay guy, if a little obsessed with money and business; hell, every so often he invites you to dinner at some extremely high-end restaurants.
- >Back to the business at hand...
- >"I probably shouldn't stay here long, Spike will be waiting for me."
- "All right, see you later Twilight."
- >Another flash, and it's just you and Cherry.
- >It looks like you were right earlier; balloon pony is now floating around the house, from room to room, in complete defiance of Isaac Newton.
- >"Wow, Anon, this place is amazing!"
- >You've settled onto your couch, situated across from the fireplace.
- "It's not much, but it's home... no, you're right, it is pretty nice."
- >She floats back into the living room, touching down weightlessly next to you.
- >"So... what do we do now?"
- "Normally I'd be out somewhere in Ponyville, but given the windiness..."
- >You pause, thinking... what DO you do now?
- "Ever played chess?"
- >She looks down.
- >"The Princess would play it with me occasionally."
- >Sounds down too, easy enough to extrapolate why...
- "You didn't get out much when you lived at the palace, did you?"
- >Her eyes are wet as she turns to face you; it must have been worse than you thought.
- >"I didn't get out at all! Almost nopony but the Princesses spent any time with me, and I was barely allowed to leave my room! It was almost like I was in prison, even though I hadn't done anything wrong!"
- >Princess is busy, can't keep her eye on Cherry so - never mind the logic chain, this poor girl needs to be comforted.
- "Hey, hey... that's all behind you now."
- >She sniffles.
- "You're out of the palace now."
- >"Yeah. Sorry if I got a little carried away for a moment."
- "No, I'm sorry. I should have realized how cooped up you've been for... good god, most of your life."
- >"...Yeah. I know the Princess was just trying to keep me safe, but..."
- "I understand, it would drive me up a wall too. I tell you what Cherry..."
- >You take her hoof in your hands.
- "I don't spend much time at home. You can come with me any time, wherever I'm going in Ponyville. You don't have to spend one second here that you don't want to. I promise. How does that sound?"
- >She smiles.
- >"It sounds great, Anon."
- >You look over your shoulder, out a distant window.
- "We are going to have to find a way to spend this afternoon though, since even I'm not going to venture out into this mess."
- >She glances at the shelf your chess set is sitting in; it's fairly fancy, with black and white marble, and gold and silver accents on the pieces.
- >"Black or white?"
- "I'll take black."
- >You're no expert at chess, but luckily neither is she, and by the time the game is over - a stalemate - the sun is touching the horizon.
- "I'd ask you what you'd like for dinner, but I'm running low on food - I'll whip up something though, don't worry."
- >Balloon pony drifts off the sofa, floating about two feet in front of you.
- >"Can I watch?"
- >You ponder this, briefly.
- "From a distance."
- >She doesn't reply verbally, but tilts her head to the side. Confused.
- "You shouldn't crowd someone while they're working."
- >Her eyes widen, then she nods with comprehension.
- >"Alright. I'll keep clear."
- >As she follows you to your kitchen, you ask her something that's been bugging you.
- "Cherry, when you eat... where does it go?"
- >She shrugs.
- >"I don't know. It disappears when I swallow it... then it..."
- "You don't have to say it, I get the picture. But, does how much you've eaten affect your ability to fly? For that matter, how are you able to fly without wings?"
- >"Nope to the food, and I was designed that way. It's like a unicorn levitating something... except I'm using it on myself. And I can't fly if I'm carrying something heavier than I am; not that that's very much at all."
- >You continue to discuss her composition with her as you prepare some tomato soup.
- >Her mane can be sculpted like putty when she wants to style it, and it keeps its shape when she's done; a design feature to allow flexibility with something that would otherwise be set in stone.
- >Right now it's essentially a slightly-less-poofy version of Pinkie's mane, but to demonstrate she briefly imitated Twilight's.
- >She can take in air through her mouth if she chooses - through her "other" holes too, you surmise - but only her belly button will leak out if left open.
- >"It's like breathing, but... deeper."
- >No, she doesn't actually need to breathe. It's just a vestigial reflex.
- >"Hey Anon, what's that?"
- "It's an Equestrian prototype of something from Earth called a 'microwave oven'."
- >"What's it do?"
- "It quickly heats things placed inside it - it's really only intended for food."
- >The object in question has no LCD display or buttons; just an on/off switch, a knob to control the power level, and a sensitive, five-minute kichen timer.
- >The idea was that you'd set the timer, then switch it off when it rings.
- >Not the most sophisticated setup, but hey, you're the only creature in Equestria with a microwave, so you don't mind.
- >One of the perks of being Filthy Rich's 'chief technological consultant' is owning early versions of 'your' 'inventions'.
- >You set the timer, flip the switch on the two soup-carrying wooden bowls, and wait.
- >While you wait, you explain to Cherry how microwaves work.
- >Electricity, emission source, energy transfer...
- >DING!
- "Go sit in the dining room, I'll carry it out to you."
- >Balloon pony complies, drifing into the seat opposite yours - as you're the only human in Equestria, only one chair is designed for a human, so it's easy enough to spot.
- >You pull two spoons out of the utensil drawer, then follow her into the dining room, setting her bowl in front of her.
- "Careful, it's hot; blow on it before you stick it in your mouth."
- >As you sit down across from her, you can tell she doesn't believe you... until she takes her first 'bite'.
- >Oh, she blew on it alright, but she's still surprised (but pleased) that it went from tepid to hot so quickly.
- >She's too busy enjoying her soup to say much, so the two of you eat in relative silence.
- >Somehow, she manages to eat faster than you, despite using a hoof to wield her spoon.
- >"What should I do with my stuff?"
- "Drop it in the sink. I'll take care of it."
- >You have a dishwashing machine - another 'invention' - but running it for just 2 bowls and spoons would be a waste of water.
- >Cherry floats into the kitchen, demonstrating what she'd indicated earlier: she can indeed carry things into the air if they're light enough.
- >You're not far behind though, and by the time she's back you've finished too.
- >"Sooo... what now?"
- "I don't know. I usually read for a little while, but I'm usually alone."
- >"What do you read? ...Anything in particular?"
- "Lately it's been books pertaining to magic. My world has no magic in it, so I'm trying to learn about a whole new aspect of existence."
- >You've been going through your motions during this exchange, and now you're back on the couch in the living room.
- >"What about tonight?"
- "...Not tonight."
- >Suddenly, an idea hits you.
- "Hey, Cherry, come here."
- >Balloon pony drifts in front of you.
- >"What's up?"
- "Come closer."
- >1 foot apart.
- "Closer..."
- >6 inches apart.
- >Her eyes are astonishingly life-like; not just painted on, they have lids and look - no, are - moist.
- "Closer..."
- >3 inches apart.
- >You can actually feel warm, moist air she's exhaling.
- "There's something I bet you've never done before..."
- >"What's that?"
- >Slowly, gently, you pull her into a kiss.
- >Her eyes express surprise at first, then they close as she reciprocates.
- >Apart from the remnants of tomato bisque, there's a latexy component to her taste; odd, but not unpleasant.
- >After a couple of seconds, you separate.
- >"...No, I've never done that before."
- >If her breathless tone is any indication, though, she definitely enjoyed it.
- "What about this?"
- >You pull her in again, but this time, just after your lips touch, you take a deep breath through your nose...
- >Her eyes widen. She knows what you're doing...
- >But she isn't resisting.
- >She wants it.
- >And you're perfectly happy to oblige.
- >You hold it for a moment, just to heighten her anticipation. Then...
- >Gently, but firmly, you blow.
- >You blow, and blow, until your lungs are spent.
- >You're only holding her by her cheeks, so you don't feel anything change.
- >But when you pull away again, she's definitely a little poofier.
- >If Cherry liked the regular kiss, she loves this, judging by how she's exploring her body with her forehooves.
- >"Oh... wow... I've never..."
- "Never had another pony fill you with their breath?"
- >"No... and it's... wonderful."
- >Well then. Now you know how to turn on balloon pony; just blow her up a bit.
- >But... we'll save that knowledge for later. Hell, just this morning you'd never even heard of her.
- >You've gone into this fast enough as is, now it's time to step back and cool off.
- "It may be a little on the early side, but... perhaps we should head to bed."
- >Balloon pony gives you bedroom eyes. You cut her off before she can begin down that road.
- "No, I didn't mean it like that. Listen, Cherry..."
- >This is going to hurt, but if you do it right it shouldn't hurt too badly...
- "I like you, I really do, but... I don't think we should be going that far just yet."
- >Holy hell can she pull a sadface. Luckily Sweetie Belle forced you to develop an immunity to sadfaces...
- "Cherry, look. A few hours ago neither of us knew the other existed. Suddenly we're spending the night together?"
- >You pause for a second.
- "Doesn't that strike you as rushing things, even a little bit?"
- >She sighs, then nods.
- >"You're right, Anon."
- "I'm not saying 'no'... I'm just saying 'not yet'. Does that make sense?"
- >"Yeah."
- "...Tell you what. You pick out whichever room you like. Tomorrow we'll get up early so I can introduce you to everypony. How does that sound?"
- >She brightens up a bit at this.
- >"Sure."
- "Alright. See you tomorrow morning, Cherry."
- >"Good night, Anon."
- >And so begins your life with balloon pony.
- >The moon is up now.
- >You can't quite sleep.
- >...
- >Something tells you trouble will find her; will find you.
- >Possibly her creators, possibly somepony else.
- >...
- >Underneath your bed you have a prototype, high-power, handheld ruby laser cannon.
- >Turns out that magic makes wonderful miniaturized power sources, and when that was solved the rest of its design was simple.
- >It's one of the few innovations you've refused payment on, instead simply demanding that you recieve the first copy.
- >You've never used it outside of brief tests.
- >The same goes for your other weapon-oriented designs.
- >...
- >That may change.
- >Only time will tell.
- >...
- >There are many ponies, but there's only one Cherry...
- >Heaven help any creature that tries to hurt her.
- >Because you'll do everything in your power to destroy it.
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