Eyes travel over the sleeping mare’s form, you almost feel indecent for studying your snoozing bedmate, but you’d never really looked at her before…at least, not like you are now. To say she was athletic was an understatement, her body was so finely tuned for her profession that it looked like there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her...except maybe on her rump. To be honest it was fairly narrow, especially when compared to other mares, however her nimble frame made it appear perfectly proportional. But with her pretty face turned away her wings were what stole the show. They were muscular, but not obscenely so—toned is the right word. You’d always been fascinated by flight, and for some reason the cyan feathered appendages accented her form perfectly. The sight of the beautiful creature splayed out over you made your heart stutter. This amazing pony could have anyone she wants but she picked you. You’re momentarily forced to breathe past a lump in your throat. The thought was endearing and sobering at the same time; you can’t help but feel a bit out of your league.