I want to go to Equestria and start a pornographic magazine featuring nothing but female dragons. My business would cater to stallions who have developed an insatiable fetish for the dragon pussy.
I want Twilight to tell me it's dinnertime, carefully place my head in her crotch, and start suckling her breasts, drinking down her warm horsie milk. She'll sigh from the relief as pressure is released from her milk glands, while I get my fill.
Having done a moderate amount of ketamine, I imagine a good sniff will have her rolling around on the floor in euphoria. Assuming talking ponies enjoy ketamine as much as humans do