Headbutt

My hooves snapped awake against the scratchy carpet. I was propped stiffly against a wall of grey woven fabric. Not on my watch. I planted both feet, flexed my fingers, and slammed my forehead straight into the firm cushion behind me. Thump! A solid pushback. Good. You want a piece of me, couch cushion? I dug my hooves down and squared up, ready for round two.