She trots past you and bumps your leg with her rump before closing the door behind you. You take the moment of privacy to look at yourself in the mirror and catch your breath. You honestly looked a bit mangy after the scuffle. Or was that just how you normally looked? Hair was a mess and your eyes were still a bit dilated from adrenaline. But the fight didn’t concern you in the slightest; in fact, the only part of you that actively remembers the brawl was your aching gut. You mind is occupied with far more important matters. Like the prismatic pegasus who’s undoubtedly raiding your pantry right now. There was no doubt in your mind as to what you’d done to her with your ‘massage.’ You also knew Dash’s motivations for the evening’s activities were not entirely forced. She wanted it to happen, maybe even planned it.