Sexually aggressive, that was what Luna told you. At the time, you found the notion preposterous—surely you would have willpower to stave off any outburst—but now you found yourself in the precarious position of being under the influence of that power… and it terrified you. Your lust-driven persona clawed in your mind, demanding release, satisfaction, but your eyes did not lie to you: that the petite mare laid bare before you placed all her trust into you, as with every mare who laid with you did. And you were close to breaking that trust. Too close.