“O-Oh Hextor…!! Th-They can all see me! Oh no… they know it’s me…! Th-They’re fainting, laughing, staring….” Whimper-moaned the enormous, swollen, shiny balloon that had at one point been ruler of Equestria…

“Yes, yes they are dear. Envious, no doubt. Because after millennia of dedicated service, a vacation has found you and you have no say in the matter!” Hextor chortled, caressing her glossy hide.

“B-B-But they… I…!” She stammered.

He leaned down from his perch behind her head, pressing a finger to her lips. “Hush now, quiet now… we’re going someplace nice and private… I know more ways than one to make a balloon squeak.” He nickered as he directed the winds to carry her off.

“Y-You’re really not relenting… a-a-are you…?” She asked, speech slightly muffled and jarred from her muzzle being sandwiched between her swollen cheeks.

“Nope. It’s off to the boonies for sex, film, books, music, food and nothing but good times… For no less than a century. Doctor’s orders.” He said with a smirk.

“C-Can I at least be allowed to walk on my own…?” She squeaked.

“Not a chance, my dear.” He laughed as they disappeared from sight over the horizon.