Ducking under, her mane first tickles your balls. Then, she proceeds to step through your legs like they’re an archway, rubbing her body against your thighs like a form-fitting sponge; her wings and feathers shower your thighs with their ticklish touch. You stagger, straddling her as if you were riding on her back, trying to keep your balance as her rump passes under you with her tail flagged to brush your dangling jewels, “Ah!”