At first, she takes to using her longer tongue to her advantage, licking up and down the length of your shorter, wider one. Your well-lubricated taste muscles slick past each other over and over, never tiring of sampling the other. Your strategy is to curl your tongue in an O-shape to try and encapsulate hers. She was more than willing to get caught too; but there was too much that you both wanted to do, so no one task was followed to completion. Eventually you both resign to resting the flats of your tongues against the other while you try to catch your breaths through your noses. Dash’s hooves were no longer moving, and instead she’d locked your head in a death grip. Once you remembered you had hands, you move one up to scratch behind her ear. She grunts comfortably into your mouth in response, giving you a few licks of appreciation. The feeling of her taste buds sitting directly against yours clouded your mind and numbed all your other senses. 