Hot pegasus sweat soaks your hands as you massage her withers and wingpits. Moisture from her lightly furred skin accumulates on your fingers and runs down the palm of your hand. Her wing pits were very porous and contained far more sweat glands than average; they needed to sweat profusely to cool off the pegasus’ toiling flight muscles in the calmer slipstream she created at high speed. The same moisture tickles your earlobe while her nose presses into your hair to draw in your scent. Heat, friction, and moisture from your enthusiastic mare effectively paralyze you with pleasure. Before your hands can massage up to her neck, forelegs snag them and pin them to the bed. A readjustment gives you a glimpse of Dash's desperate, glassy eyes and you know at once that you're both at the mercy of her estrus. 