For a brief, wondrous moment, Rainbow Dash has no purpose in life other than to wallow in pleasure. Forelegs tremble while hindlegs kick, her entire spine wriggles with delight and your hand moves behind her head just in time to keep it from bonking against the wall. She cuffs the nearby bucket of steam-water with a stray kick, spilling it over the coals and filling the room with an angry hiss and an explosion of hot steam. Skin flushes with heat and fur becomes loose under your hungry touch. 