Your hands abandon her erogenous zone and move to stroke her chest and belly as her wings slowly deflate. Her breathing stabilizes, as does her heart rate. A small grin teases her muzzle as she spreads her fore hooves a bit—giving you permission to reach more of her chest. She prods her muzzle farther up your face, bumping into your nose with some force. You can tell she’s still out of it, dopamine release had compromised her motor function. But that doesn’t keep her from trying to express her gratitude. Her tongue slides lazily across your cheek in a ‘thank you’ lick. A quick readjustment allows you to go nose-to-nose with her. You see her glazed over, half-lidded eyes looking longingly into yours. 