You didn’t have a manual on this stuff, and your previous misunderstandings were proof that Twilight’s recommended reading was lacking in necessary detail, so you figure your best bet is to mirror your partner. Your tongue leaves its home to return the message and Dash pauses to receive it. She lets out a shaky breath and her shoulders shiver in anticipation. Intimate contact with her pointed muzzle quells any irrational fears she may have had about you not reciprocating her feelings. She holds still and lets you lick her fuzzy lips, submitting entirely to your gestures. The intimacy of the activity finally sinks in and you’re suddenly struggling to balance on weak knees. Her milky flavor, spicy scent, and wet maw swirl into a dopamine-rich haze of joy that commands all of your senses and inflates your chest with butterflies. 