Flitter looked forward again, desperately hoping to see the hose begin pulling taut. That was when her rear hooves hit the conveyor belt. It was short, just a few feet off the floor—the perfect height for a pony to trip over. Flitter landed on her rump, and as she did, something long, hard, and cold wedged itself between her cheeks. Her yelp of shock was muffled by the hose in her mouth. Without a thought she leaped forward, back on her hooves, but the offending object remained firmly stuck in her rear. And then she felt a soft but firm pressure from that end.

She had sat on another hose, and now it was pumping her full of cream, too.

Based off of a scene from R-Panic’s story Whipped Cream & Other Delights, because it’s been a while since I illustrated something.