Mommy Trixie 2 Part 2


                                            >"Well Anonymous? Mommy Trixie wants her oats now."

                                            Oh, right.

                                            >you cradle your arm around the oat container

                                            >you dig in and produce a handful of oats

                                            >"Oh my, Anonymous...That looks like a good show."

                                            Uh, what?

                                            >Trixie closes her eyes and lowers her snout onto the oats

                                            >she wriggles and wiggles her soft sniffer across your hand as she picks up the oats with her mouth

                                            Trixie, you're slobbering on me!

                                            >her half-lidded eyes stare into your very soul

                                            >she gets the last of the oats off your hand with slow, sensual licks

                                            Trixie...?

                                            >Trixie chews and swallows the last of the oats and shows you her empty mouth

                                            >it has slick saliva strands hanging down from the roof of her mouth

                                            >a few strands hang from the bottom of her mouth to your hand

                                            >it feels like...you have a warm funny feeling from your face to your crotch

                                            >"More..."

                                            Yes, m-mommy.

                                            >you quickly shovel more oats into your hand

                                            Here!

                                            >Trixie smugs at you

                                            >her magic pulls you in closer by the back of your neck

                                            Wha-!

                                            >"Shh...Now feed mommy."

                                            O-Okay.

                                            >she scoops up more and more oats into her mouth and eats them

                                            >Trixie doesn't break eye contact with you and holds your head towards her with magic so you can't look away

                                            >she telepathically tells you to kiss and lick her horn

                                            >you give her horn  tender pecks and lick it like it's your favorite popsicle

                                            >"Mmm-Hhhmmm! Aaaaah!"

                                            >she licks the palm of your hand with her warm tongue

                                            >"More!"

                                            >you pick up as many oats as your small hand can

                                            >Trixie looks at you with pleading eyes

                                            >"Pour those tasty oats in mommy's mouth, anon."

                                            >she leans back on the couch with her legs splayed out and opens her mouth

                                            >what a greedy pony

                                            >she pulls you in closer again

                                            Ah! Hey!

                                            >her magic grips your wrist

                                            >Trixie forces you to dump oats into her mouth

                                            >she licks your hand all clean of oats after each handful

                                            >sometimes she peppers your empty hand with kisses

                                            >"All of it, Anon! Mommy wants it all!"

                                            >she releases her magical grip on your head, wrist, and neck

                                            >Trixie levitates the entire container of oats to her face

                                            >smack

                                            Ow!

                                            >you get shoved on top of her and she knocks the container back like a cold one

                                            Trixie!

                                            >"Mmhrrmm rnng rrnnng..."

                                            >you realize the firm object you are now laying on is her "oat baby"

                                            >the last mouthfuls of oats make her belly feel like it's churning and swelling under you

                                            >"This bitch empty. YEET!"

                                            >the container goes flying and somehow doesn't shatter the window it hits

                                            >she calmly looks back at you

                                            >"You were a good little assistant, Anon."

                                            Hey! I'm no-

                                            >she gives you a big, wet, sloppy kiss as her forelegs wrap around your small frame

                                            >you swear there's some oats her snoofa is spreading around your face

                                            >pop

                                            >"Give mommy Trixie a cuddle now, Anon."

                                            >all you can smell are oats and horse

                                            >her hind legs grip your thighs against her body

                                            >"Mmmmm"

                                            >she coos and breathes softly into your ear

                                            >her warm belly gently grumbles against you while your sexually confused boner spasms in your pants

                                            >"Oh? What's this? Are you hiding a rabbit down there?"