You draw a sharp breath through your nose and get assaulted with the heady scent of your mare. Her muzzle twists and her vice grip around your neck means you have no choice but endure the lecherous assault of pony spit, hot breath and desire. It becomes obvious to you that she’s not simply reciprocating your affection, she’s doing something much simpler. She’s indulging in you. Obsessing over you in a way you thought you could only obsess over her. 