She doesn’t slow her pace until she’s on top of your mattress. Her gentle bite pulls you onto the bed and she pounces, pinning you against the sheets with fore hooves. Mouths seek each other out in the dim moonlight and eagerly reunite in a flurry of teeth and tongue. Her hind legs prop up her rear end over your belly and she lowers herself to lean on the elbows of her forelegs, locking your head between them. You tilt a bit to allow unrestricted access and a fresh, wet scent overcomes you—milky essence flowing freely from her mouth to yours.