Author's Note

Just a short silly idea. Contains: foalcon, all the way through, filly's first orgasm, bladder, womb and stomach inflation and bad parenting.

Parental Pressure (foalcon, inflation, all the way through)

“Momma! I dirty!”

Looking up from her raunchy novel at the walking mud monster, Cadence obligingly picked up the firehose in her magic and turned it on. Starting at the head, she hosed the mud off, revealing the gleeful Flurry underneath. Working down her front legs, Cadence smiled slightly as she took an opportunity to blast Flurry in her ticklish tummy with the high-pressure stream of water.

“Front’s clean, turn around, Flurry.”

Almost too obediently, Flurry spun around, flecks of water and mud flinging off in her exuberance. Planting her face on the cobbles and wiggling her tiny hips, the alicorn foal braced herself.

Dutifully, Cadence turned the water back on, hosing the markless flanks and rear legs, catching her tail in the process before moving on to the only place left that wasn’t dirty.

Flurry whooped in joy as the high-pressure water hit her bits, taking only a moment to fill her womb and bladder to the point where they made two distinct bulges between her legs. Dipping down to blast her nascent teats for just a moment the blast moved on to her tiny protruding ponut, the pressure shoving it into her as a volume of water measured in gallons per second forced its way around the twists and turns of her guts, bloating her out till she looked pregnant with twins before blasting out her mouth and nose.

Turning the water off, Cadence went back to her book.

Flurry, still full of her weight in water, arched her back, moaning lightly as the water flowed out of her urethra and cervix, the bumps in her stomach flattening. With her two balloons emptied, she sat down, using her front hooves to press at her stomach, grunting pleasurably as gallons of water sprayed from her tight tailhole, stimulating the sensitive ring as it rushed past.

Sufficiently empty, Flurry only slightly sloshed as she bounded back over to the mud pit that had been created by all the water runoff from the fire hose and took a flying leap into the thick of it. Rolling around, making sure to get every inch of herself coated, she made extra sure to grind her winking pussy and ponut into the thickest, stickiest part.

Checking to make sure she got everything, she drudged back over to the designated washing spot, proudly declaring, “Mamma! I dirty!”

With a squeak, the hose was turned on, almost bowling the tiny filly over as Cadence hosed down her front again, making sure to spray a little extra at Flurry’s ticklish belly. The foal almost didn’t let her finish before excitedly turning around and presenting her muddy butt to her mother. With a quick rinse to her flanks and legs, Cadence turned her washing focus to between Flurry’s wide cheeks once more.

Going from top to bottom this, Cadence absentmindedly watched as her daughter inflated like a basketball, her cries of joy rapidly turning to ‘hugblugbluh’s of joy as water flowed the wrong way through her system. Deciding her plothole was probably clean enough for now, she aimed the high-pressure jet at her tiny marehood instead, the bulge of her stretchy uterus almost instantly forming. Aiming just a bit lower, Cadence blasted her filly’s clit and urethra, a third smaller bulge forming just in front of the nubs of her teats. Washing those next, the pressure on the other side of the filled pouches forced the buildup in her womb and bladder to spray out behind her.

As the water turned off, Flurry moaned needily. She’d been approaching something really really good. She’d been getting closer to… something, all afternoon, but with this last spray down it felt like she was really close now, her legs trembling as her breath hitched. Just before she made it though, Mom turned the water off, leaving her hanging there at the edge.

“Whoops, missed a spot.”

And just like that, the water was back, pummeling against her good-touch spot and rushing up her peehole and the other hole above it.

Cadence, just to be sure, rapidly worked the stream up and down Flurry’s backside.

With the spray stimulating all three of her rear holes and her good-touch spot, Flurry finally peaked, arcs of lightning running up and down her spine as every pleasure center in her brain fired at once, eyes rolling into the back of her head even as she coughed up more water. Nothing was meant to last though, both the incredible feeling and the water stopping eventually.

Watching as his daughter flopped over, deflating like an untied water balloon, Shining frowned. “Do you ever feel like you’re being exploited?”

“Exploited for what?”

They both watched as the last dribbles of water flowed out of their daughter’s rear, a goofy grin on her face. Heaving herself upright, she finished draining the water out with her hooves.

“I don’t know. Just feels like we’re missing something.”

There was a squeal followed by a splat.