Each orgasm came with a position change: first, it was from behind, then on her side, in the missionary position, sitting on your lap, but as she came yet another time, you could have been considered feral, so lost to lust that words from the mares as they whispered to each other was drowned out by the urges that rampaged your mind. Moon’s body quivered from the repeated climaxing, her head dangling off the edge of the bed, mane touching the floor, and still you pounded away with no indication of slowing down.