”Heheh! I w-was hoping you’d say that.” ...That's it...you're going to marry this mare. You pull her wet lips back into yours and lose yourself in the sheer intensity of her encompassing presence. You reach across her back dragging your fingers against the grain of her fur. You focus your hands on the terse muscles in the cradle of her wings. She unwillingly arches her back away from you in response to the sensations and you pull her thumping breast into yours in one swift movement.