>"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?"