The Dawn of New

Blind as she was to what lied behold the moment at present, she had with her expectations for his reaction. A mirror her current posture, or perhaps a skirt around to better assess what way he should assume to overtake her. But the literal frontal bound, she hadn’t been expecting. It was much too ‘puppyish’ for a male of his caliber to assume, but it made her smile none the less, followed by a throaty growl of glee. A twist of his forelegs and she down with little resistance. Having such a large form made it difficult to wriggle free, but it did not prevent her from trying however in vain the effort. “That is not fair,” she breathed with a mocking scold, pointing out his advantage in using his superior weight against her. It was a game, little more, but she would not had without taking a trophy of the play of her own. Her front was trapped beneath his bulk, but both head and neck were still free to move at an agreeable angle. She leaned inward towards his muzzle with jaws parted and lips down over her teeth, crooning playfully as she sought to fix her muzzle around his and hopefully tug it down towards her level on the ground. All the while her tail once trapped beneath her legs wriggled free and pat the ground with an excitable rhythm. She could not remember the time she had been so happy, let alone so free as to express it.