Her hind legs propped her rear up in the air over your prostrate form, each one grazing your hips with long ankle fur. Her tail is held up and away from her rump in excitement. In between her hind legs dangles a long, quivering string of sex fluid—crystalline and glistening in the reflected light of a full moon. Your lone dilated eye traces it from the small pool on your abdomen to where it visibly disappears between the silhouettes of her quivering teats. The fervent musk of your partner reaches your nose despite her rapid breathing—completing circuits in your brain only she could. The powerful indication that the mare you loved was aroused by you was unbelievably satisfying. You pull down on her wings and massage the leading edges in small circles.