You lunge up but go nowhere, how is she that strong? A triumphant smile splits her face as she stares down at her contained prey. That’s just annoying. You make another move before she can taunt you. This time you do break free…right as she shifts into a sort of side-mounted position. Does she take Judo lessons or something? Is that even a thing here—“Oh cra-ap-ahahahaha!” Her forelegs clench around your waist and her muzzle plunges into your belly button. Everything about her narrow muzzle, from the fine fur to the powerful lips colludes to hijack your body with laughter. Your arms push against the furry menace but quickly weaken when you feel her tongue begin to excavate the gold mine of tickles, “Hahahahahaha-Daaash!” You catch sight of the mare’s prismatic tail swishing happily across the sheets. Streams of broken consciousness conclude that you’re going to suffocate, and you stop resisting to focus on catching short breaths when you can.