Eclipse Luna; The Black Balloon

by Ponyess

An Exploratory Episode in the Mares’ Room: 2

”If you excuse me, I think I need to go to the Mares’ Room!” I excused myself and scurried off in the direction I had been indicated earlier.

“Just be back, once you are done?” Party Favour exclaimed.

“Wouldn’t dream of missing out on a single moment, of your party!” I prompted, as I trotted on.

“Okeley, dokeley!” Pinkie exclaimed.

After I turned a corner; I bumped into the door, took a step back and opened it; before entering. I closed the door and locked it, before I did anything else.

“How do I use their facilities; while still within the rubber covering, or coating my body?” I pondered.

Naturally, as I look around; it feels as if it had been my very own room; but now I am a Pony, and I am the guest in the room.

After a moment of probing the area where it was, I decided on just sitting down. Strange as it may seem; it works, and I hear the hot yet of yellow liquid; which hit the surface with a continuous splash.

I continued to prod and probe myself, both the skin around and then continued outwards; before I knew it, I had explored my entire body, as far as I could reach.

Everything is, where it should be; with the modifications for the now Equine anatomy. At least, it is all there; and I am a Mare by their standards.

What I had not counted on, is that the black rubber is rubbing of on my skin in the efforts of exploration. I had managed to coat myself with a good portion of the Equestrian rubber from the gifted, and gifted balloon of Pinkie’s. For now, there is no actual difference. None at all.

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As I had washed of my hooves, and dried myself of; I unlocked the door and opened it, before I exited the room and closed the door behind myself. From there; I promptly trotted back to my friends, and the party.

It may feel strange to feel your body over with your hooves, and all covered up by the thick rubber of what had been passing for a regular balloon, but just feeling the things where they should be, in the form I am currently in still is reassuring me.

As a Pony, things are very different, not just in the manner I now move on all fours; on hooves, nonetheless. There is little to nothing in place of my breasts; but the cherries are where I knew Ponies have them, the crouch that is.

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Reassured, I am ready to party with the best; which is exactly what I had before me, and they are still here with me. Question is just; how do I commemorate this for my posterity, if I choose to have a memento?

With a balloon covering up my entire body, it may sound strange to ask them to make one of these balloon animals; yet, it is something I know I could take with me home, or I imagine I could. I could show it off, as if it had been just a regular memento from a moment I had been enjoying. Even if it may be suspicious, if it is lasting more than a month? How would I explain that?

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Of course, I had to ask them to make a balloon animal; for me as a memento. How could I possibly pass up such an opportunity? Knowing they are the best, when it came to this in particular; I just had to have one memento from each of them, just for my own personal joy.

What I had failed to realize, and capitally failed to notice; is that I had been making myself another memento all by myself; or on myself, as I am here. I don’t know if it is part of the process; but the balloon is leaving a something special, for me to remember this moment and occasion. Something I am afraid I will never be capable to wash of, or by any other means remove. It will be more permanent than a tattoo, or even the genetic code within each and every cell of my body. I am stuck with a trace of their magic.

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“I see you are back from your encounter with the Mares’ Room. Relieved, and ready to party on, I hope; even if I see the signs of too much contemplation and worries, on your face!” Pinkie Pie stated, matter of fact.

“I guess I am a bit too self-conscious on occasion, and when I have too much time on my hooves to contemplate; I start to worry. It isn’t as if a mare like me, has the chance to party with even one of you; let alone two, or more?” I suggested.

Of course, I know that is a construct I had invented on the spot; even when it may be true to a point. The problem is that I was unsure of myself as a Pony, even before I had seen them. Naturally, it is a special and utterly rare moment to be in the same room as more than the one of them in the first place; too.

“This is a party, I think I need another glass of Cider; even if I may have to revisit the Mares’ Room, later!” I then exclaimed.

“Life is a party, you know; yet, it is an inevitable fact; that you will have to go there soon enough, either way!” Party Favour pointed out.

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“Speaking of parties; I would love it, if you could make me a memento of the occasion; before we part ways!” I suggested, in hope I had not been asking too much of him.

“Just a tiny little memento; I think I can fix that for you. Are you hoping for a more special Party Favour, from the stallion; Party Favour, then? It is after all what I am known for, and what my name said in the first place!” he responded with a chuckle.

“If it isn’t too much of a bother; I certainly would love it, if you could make me one of these!” I responded.

“Then you shall have it. Just come up with something along the course of the night, and I will fix one for you!” he proclaimed, utterly self-assured.

I guess he is a handsome stallion, and one sought for far and wide. Besides, he knows of it.

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