>You knew your manager was going to roast you for this, but you just couldn't bring yourself to care.
>Canterlot was the last stop on your latest touring, and you had no more tours planned for the next few years.
>Life was slowing down now that you were with Tavi, getting quieter.
>This was your last chance to fulfill a dream you’ve had for a long, long time.
>You had certain secret interests, ones that Octi was more than happy to indulge in behind locked doors.
>Fate had been far more than kind to you, letting somepony like that walk into your life.
>But you’d always wanted more.
>Every time you looked out over a crowd of ponies dancing and hopping to your beats, you couldn’t help but imagine it.
>Hundreds of ponies, bloated and round, bouncing all over the club floor.
>Rubbing and squeaking, bouncing and rolling, their round airy bodies reverberating and thrumming to the pulsing beats.
>You’d left a stain on the your DJ booth’s stool more than once, when you lingered on the thought for too long.
>It didn’t help when you started using a vibrator egg during the shows.
>Having a board full of sliders in front of you made it pretty easy to adjust discretely.
>Tonight was the night you would finally let go.
>This was going to be a party unlike any before.
>After all, it was now or never.
>The show was packed.
>Fifteen-hundred, easy.
>The definition of standing room only
>Rumor had it that even the Princesses had been spotted.
>Everypony wanted to come see DJ Pon3’s last concert, and you made sure to impress.
>Three and a half hours passed as you mixed for them, even playing a trio of new unreleased tracks.

>Spirits were high and hooves were shuffling when you flipped the switch and set the final special selection for the night on loop.
>A thumping, high energy beat rolled through the club, accompanied by a simple melody.
>The base pulsed deeply, the kind of sound that was felt as much as it was heard.
>Along with something else, a buzz so low in tone that nopony could hope to hear it.
>All through the night, the raving ponies below your booth had been breathing in more than just excitement.
>An old nerd friend of yours from CSGU had introduced you to an novel gas a few years ago.
>Colorless, odorless, and mostly inert, the only thing it had of interest was how it reacted to ultra low frequencies of sound.
>It expanded.
>He’d thought you’d get a kick out of it given your interests in bassy music.
>You never did get around to telling him what you used it for when you got home.
>Or why you really kept asking for more.
>You did atleast tell him that the massive amount needed tonight was for a special tour ender.
>After three hours of breathing the stuff, the ponies below must be saturated in the gas.
>As high as you were in your booth, little of the gas would have reached you.
>It wouldn’t be a problem.
>Your hooves rested on a small red tank at the base of your stool.
>It wasn’t long at all before you started to see the fruits of your labour.
>Just like Octavia, they ballooned up seconds after the trigger sound started.
>It started slow, but accelerated rapidly as more space freed up inside the ponies to resonate the sound with the gas.
>Packed as they were, there was nowhere to grow but into each other.

>You slid your vibrator up to max and watched it all unfold while your head bobbed to the beats.
>Confused ponies everywhere rounded out, squishing and squeezing against each other.
>They deformed against the walls and their neighbors, each one of them wriggling what few parts they could still move.
>Wedged as they were, the pressure was visible.
>Many had deep blushes on their faces, others confusion, some frustation.
>Most were a mix of the three.
>You couldn’t see the floor anymore.
>Where one pony ended, another began.
>Together they carpeted the club in a pastel rainbow of squished spheres.
>Until one of them finally slipped.
>For a brief moment one pink sphere sprung into the air above the rest, forced out of place by the pressure of the other ponies and herself.
>As she peaked her ascent, a beautiful chaos erupted.
>Like a keystone in an arch, the pink mare’s removal shifted the balance of the entire squeaky crowd.
>The one’s nearest to her now empty space shot towards it, launching upward themselves and freeing more room.
>A wave of balloon ponies rolled through the crowd as they sprung out into spheres, bouncing and settling into a pile of inflated mares and stallions.
>This was what you had been waiting for all these years.
>Tonight would never leave your memory.

>Standing up, you grabbed your own tank of the gas and vaulted over your booth.
>Your hooves made a bouncy landing not three feet below the booth, springing you on to land on a second pony.
>Mid air, you twisted yourself to land heavily on your back.
>The blue balloon below let out a grunt as you did so, your weight bouncing you twice after landing.
>You must be twenty feet up, with four or five ponies between you and the ground.
>You’d the thought alone was driving you crazy, and the vibrator wasn’t helping any.
>After a good half minute of riding the feelings inside you, and feeling the full stallion below you bounce in time with the beats, you rolled over and jumped.
>Bounding from springy bulge to springy bulge, you crossed the room leaving a trail of grunts, exclamations, and occasionally moans
>You liked the moans the most, it showed they were in the right spirit.
>After a lap around the full room, you headed for the center.
>Taking a few practice jumps on a creaky and moaning mare, you dove into the pile, slipping between them before landing heavily on a midnight blue pony at the bottom.
>The way she flexed around you before wedging you into a white one was quite possibly the sexiest thing you had experienced in your life.
>From this point forward in your life you could die a satisfied mare.
>Wedged as you were the vibrations from the base running through those two tickled you from every side.
>Drawing your tank’s mask up to your face, you took a dozen deep breaths before letting it slide to the ground with a clank.
>Nuzzling into the white orb, you embrace the stimulation from your vibrator as you join the crowd.