She flashes you an excited and flustered grin before she rolls on her side and tugs the breast zipper with her muzzle. You watch in fascination as the Wonderbolt violently tries to disrobe. Dash impatiently pulls on the stubborn zipper underneath her chin, unknowingly displaying her attractive contours. As far as you were concerned, she was model materiel on a bad day after crashing in a mud puddle—and you’d seen that. But this was on a whole other level. Her suit fit like a glove and squeezed her fur against her body highlighting her defined lines. She writhed angrily with the fabric, flaring her wings and giving you a quick glimpse of her cute teats. It starts to get harder to breathe through your nose so you open your mouth to take a deep breath. No wonder she was the hottest-selling poster girl for the Wonderbolts. She struggles on, indifferent to her power over you. Your eyes trail farther south to barely make out what appeared to be a dark spot between her thighs…or is that a shadow—