She moves with a wry smirk; the empty tray is pulled away and she pushes you back into your pillow, “You didn’t think that was your whole surprise did you?” Her fore hoof drags up your chest and finds your jaw; she turns your head toward her and whispers an inch away—her breath tickling your lips, “Just cuz I’m a little crazy with estrus doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed how good you’ve been to me.”