You quickly bury your face in her mane to avoid letting her see the unmanly emotions that were welling up in your eyes, “Well here I am.” You hug each other tighter, rolling onto your sides before scooting away from the sizable wet spot on the mattress. Brand new sheets too. You idly stroke the fur of her shoulder and neck—her powerful post-coitus smells blending into a soothing haze. Hooves gently circle your back and you both silently agree to call it quits for the day.