"Ahh… Nghhaaa…" he groaned as Rarity crossed her back fetlocks and flexed her glistening thighs, driving a gust of air from his diaphragm. He still felt unbreakable, but his ajar mouth and pain-furrowed brow revealed that just the opposite was true. Wanting his body closer, she grabbed his fetlock with both knees and yanked his foreleg across her chest, forcing his side to press harder against her mound.