She just had to tease you didn’t she? You waste no time exploiting her ego. Arms shoot down and break her hold on you,  she recovers to her hooves and you quickly find yourselves staring each other down on opposite sides of the bed. You can see her sizing you up—planning her final attack. She has the advantage in speed and leverage, though you still have raw strength and fingers. She’ll probably go for your belly button again, but if you go for something different…like her hooves, she won’t expect it. It was a risky gamble, you weren’t even sure if her hooves were ticklish or not. But worst-case scenario you’d be at the mercy of someone you trusted completely, so the consequences of failure did little to affect your strategy. Like a showdown at high noon, silence falls and a cool breeze wafts through the window and across the battlefield to ruffle the tangled sheets. 