“And the winner of round one is—oopf!” You’d underestimated her resolve. She rockets into your chest and throws her hooves around your head. Your arms struggle to push her back as she positions herself on top of you looking straight down at your face. Half-extended wings arch across you for balance as hind hooves come dangerously close to stepping on your balls. Her mane hangs down and tickles your forehead between huffs of breath. Her playful eyes and mischievous smile contradict the blush on her muzzle. What does she think she’s doing?