She ended with your hands on her flanks, and you obliged by raising her with the gentlest of touches, only to drive her down with a force to elicit a sweet surprised squeak from her. You pumped into her with abandon, reveling in the sensation you had become familiar with, and the knowledge of bringing yet another mare into your fold. Mares of all pony types were pining for you, and you were always glad to oblige them.