That one sounded a bit more feminine. You continue doing your best to follow and massage single muscles from end to end. In a way her anatomy was reverse that of a human girl. Her chest and belly had been fair game from the start of your friendship. She’d asked for belly scratches before, usually before a nap and only when alone of course. There was absolutely nothing erotic about touching her underside. You’d first learned when she asked you to scratch some hard to reach itches; she’d even asked you to ‘hit that hairy spot behind my teats,’ before promptly rolling over and showing you the precise location. Apparently her hooves didn’t quite get past the thick fur. 