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“Twintails?” The grey earth pony pushed aside the heavy olive-drab canvas of the large tent, looking around its interior. It was an odd place to be invited for a demonstration of some new toys, but then again, knowing what she did about this particular pegasus, she supposed it wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him all the same. If nothing else, she did appreciate that she’d have some prior warning of any expansive shenanigans, this time… “I got your message, are you- oh!”

She quickly took a step back as her hooves sunk into something decidedly not well-trodden earth, instead being tickled momentarily by golden feathers. Looking down, her eyes caught sight of a wing, and its owner; that same pegasus, squished quite flat to the ground, evidently by one of his own tanks of what she safely assumed was that dense golden-orange gas. A bemused chuckle escaped her muzzle. “Well, I suppose that explains the lack of response. Hm, and it looks like you were a little stretched out, as well…”

She paused for but a moment as a memory flashed back in her mind, the scent of cider-diesel and heavy rubber, and the sensation of having her own overstretched body being refilled coming in clear. To think it was so long ago she found herself in a similar situation, albeit one brought on by that pegasus from the start - at least he was kind enough to see about getting her back to shape, after flattening her so abruptly. What a fun coincidence this was, then…

She found herself looking around the tent, perusing the small selection of instruments of puffening that she had available. Naturally she did also have her own lungs to use as well, but… well, even she might get tired after so many puffs. Her instrument was the cello after all, not the brass or woodwind. A pair of inflatable bellows caught her eyes, and she was quick to return to the pegasus, only noticing the presence of the small inflatable tank mounted to them on her arrival - this caught her offguard, and being aware of what these tanks tended to be filled with, gave her pause in considering using the bellows straight off. She looked down at the flattened pegasus, drawing in a deep breath to loose in a sigh, or to prepare herself for what would follow.

“Well… best get started with blowing, then.”

My entry for Winterlight’s contest, a little self-indulgent sequence. Shenanigans ahoy~