A sense of relief washes over you, that three pronged attack would’ve been fatal. Dash collapses head-to-toe next to you as her body rocks with laughter. You start back nibbling and tickling on her frog. It was surprisingly clean for the pony equivalent of a foot and it didn’t smell like anything at all. Her paralysis allowed you to relax your defenses; you were safe as long as you kept constant contact with her hoof.