Dash doesn’t waste time moaning, every last ounce of lucidity is poured into her efforts to kiss you. Efforts that become increasingly fervent and sloppy over the course of a few seconds until they cease altogether—pausing just before a wild spasm lashes through her body. You take over the kiss and squeeze just a little tighter, silently reaffirming your oath to hold her. The pegasus takes it as permission to completely give in to the rush of satisfaction.