You throw your hands up in submission, “You win.” She just giggles and licks away some chocolate beside your lips. You return the favor by smooching her grinning gooey ones. Tasty. Both of you hold the position for a moment, catching your breaths after the make out and savoring the intimacy. She finally plops down with her rump right above your belly button, fore hooves rest on your chest. Her wings sat at an unintentional half-mast and were slowly shrinking back to her sides. You keep from staring at them lest you embarrass her or make them go the opposite way. Your hand reaches out to tuck a bit of stray mane from her eyes.