It was moons after the Summer Sun Celebration. Babs Seed had returned to the Sweet Apple Acres orchard from the Summer Harvest Parade in Ponyville at the end of August. Despite the nervous looking little pony had a fright of balloons, did Babs get a pink, round, cler, shiny litte balloon at the float parade. The horny filly loved to breath air into the soft swelling pink bag of air that made soft creaks and hisses in the quiet orchard, as Babs held the balloon that got big. Aroused Babs blew and blew in the big balloon. Then had the pony been tucking the squeaking balloon body. Babs was then brushing her mouth against the squeaking balloon that laid on the ground for a long time. The pony felt hard and hot under her legs by feeling the soft balloon brush against her mouth for a long time. Babs blew another pink big balloon from the parade up she kissed and pushed to for hours that final summer day. Next Chapter: Ship of fools Estimated time remaining: 7 Minutes