Note: This is the original draft of this story, but not the best one. Another version, expanded, and rewritten in prose can be found here:
https://www.deviantart.com/poisonhorsie/gallery/59662723/A-Blueberry-and-Her-Greenery
and here:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/358503/a-blueberry-and-her-greenery
I hope you'll check it out. It's much better than this one.  


A Blueberry and her Greenery

Post 1

>You are Trixie,
>Having one hell of a time.
>Circling Equestria in your wagon.
>Stopping when you reach a town, 
>performing magic. 
>Pearls before swine.
>They don't appreciate it,
>not enough, anyway.
>They can't see your greatness.
>But it's there.
>You are the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie
>...
>Aren't you?
>...
>...


>You are anon
>You are, ...somewhere.
>Lot's of trees. 
>Weird animals
>Do those clouds have spikes?
>You've been here for a few days.
>That sun can really fuckin' move.
>So can the moon.
>Who knows how you got here?
>Wherever here is.
>Not much to eat
>Clothes are dirty and torn.
>Those clouds DO have spikes!
>And there're lots of them!
>It's getting darker.
>Suddenly brighter. 
>Lightning! Way too close for comfort.
>Rain too. 
>Fuck.
>Is that a... a cave! 
>I've read enough novels to know this never works out
>But that's only novels right?
>Real life has empty, unused caves, right?
>Man, the rain is really coming down
>Besides, everyone knows monsters aren't real!
>BOOM!
>Lightning turns a tree in to fragments
>That cinches it: cave it is.



Post 2

>You are anon
>More importantly, you are out of the rain.
>More or less
>This cave isn't so big.
>But it is long.
>The storm makes it dark outside,
>but the cave continues in pure blackness.
>[spoiler]Shit's creepy, yo.[/spoiler]
>You vaguely recall reading caves are bad places to be in thunderstorms
>Lightning can jump the gaps.
>Was that why?
>You can't remember.
>Should you go deeper?
>More lightning. 
>It's even closer.
>You see something out of the corner of your eye.
>Glinting in the flash from outside.
>What's that in the darkness?
>It's gone
>No more lightning,
>No more light.
>A sound.
>Barely audible over the din from outside
>Different from the din outside.
>faint
>scraping
>Like fingernails on stone
>Fingernails, or...
>No, this is real life.
>More lightning,
>More light.
>Holy shit!




Post 3

>You are anon,
>and there are jewels!
>There are many jewels!
>Rubies, Saphires, Diamonds, Emeralds!
>Scattered a few meters further in the cave.
>How convenient.
>But they're big.
>And your pockets are empty.
>Before you realize it, you're squatting and stuffing them.
>Hmmm, not as many as you thought.
>Still a half-dozen thumb-sized gems are nothing to sneeze at.
>Wait, what's that?
>At the edge of the darkness?
>Another one?
>Sweet!
>Oh, another? 
>Just a bit further?
>And another!
>And another!
>And...
>Lightning flashes again.
>It doesn't seem so close this time.
>Shit you're deeper than you realized!
>But there are still more jewels.
>Little sparks of light
>laying one after the other. 
>a trail of winking eyes
>beckoning you to follow.
>To go deeper.
>You look back.
>You can see the mouth of the cave.
>A distant, dark gray splotch against the black
>You look forward.
>Darkness. Not merely the absence of light.
>A darkness so absolute it seems to be material.
>Something...
>Something's there.
>You can feel it.
>Like the abyss staring back at you.
>A smell
>rotting meat and unwashed fur.
>Dread and fear wash over you like a wave
>GET OUT NOW
>You turn to run, dropping the gems in your hands.
>That sound again.
>Fingernails on stone
>No, not fingernails:
>claws.
>Scrabbling for purchase
>Louder than before,
>and closer.
>You break in to a sprint.
>A step.
>Two.
>Something hits you from behind.
>Large and filthy and hairy
>Laughter like nothing from a human throat echos in the cave.
>You're thrown to the ground 
>Bound with coarse rope.
>Something wet and clingy and noxious goes over your head.
>Darkness.




Post 4

>You are Trixie.
>The day is looking good!
>Sun
>blue sky
>Diamond Dogs.
>They're kind of stinky, sure.
>But easy to impress!
>And loaded with Jewels!
>Not much further now.
>Good thing to
>turning your wagon's wheels with magic is hard!
>Not too hard of course.
>You are Great and Powerful!
>But hard enough.
>Sure does impress though.
>Even other ponies.
>And the Diamond Dogs?
>You giggle to yourself imagining their reaction.
>You put on a haughty expression.
>Nose up
>sly smile
>palpable arrogance.
>Your wagon carries you through the tree line.
>Showtime!
>"Come one! Come all!"
>"See the amaaazing feats of magic that can only be done by the most amaaazing unicorn in Equestria."
>Memories rise unbidden.
>A town not too far away.
>An amulet.
>Another unicorn.
>...
>Your expression never wavers
>your eyes don't betray your thoughts, 
>Your smile even grows.
>Magic isn't the only amazing thing about you.



Post 5

>You are Trixie
>And you cary on with practiced ease.
>Your vardo rolls on.
>Toward the wide mouth of the Diamond Dog's cave.
>"See the dextrous manipulation of reality itself!"
>They've definitely noticed you.
>"Be AWED with power you never knew existed!"
>Diamond pups yip and jump excitedly
>Some rush in to the cave
>"Power you never knew *could* exist!"
>More Diamond Dogs emerge
>ears perked,
>wagging tails,
>some with lolling tongues.
>The wagon trundles on.
>"For while Trixie has graced your home with her presence before,"
>that *was* some time ago."
>The wagon stops.
>"Gather round and see Trixie as you've never seen her before!"
>You stand on your ledge.
>Hat cocked just so.
>Cloak billowing behind you.
>"Blessed with talent beyond any other unicorn!"
>"Trained by Princess Celestia herself!"
>"Victor of a duel with *Princess* Twilight Sparkle!"
>Memories
>Not now
>"Ruler of Ponyville..."
>"Until I got bored and left!"
>"The one! The only! The Great and Powerful Trrrixie!"
>You leap from your vardo,
>subtly hitting a switch as you go.
>Your magic carries you higher than a mere leap would have,
>and slows your descent to a glide. 
>From your wagon trumpets blare and cannons launch confetti.
>Smoke erupts and a stage juts forth.
>Perfect timing, you think, 
>magically adjusting your fall.
>You touch down as the smoke clears.
>A wand in your hoof.
>A dramatic flourish and bow
>To a cacophony of excited howls
>and tails drumming the ground.


Post 6

>You are Trixie
>And you have the audience in the frog of your hoof
>You flash your perfect smile
>And raise your wand 
>Sweeping the crowd
>You can't help but laugh as their heads follow it's movement
>Every last one of them
>Silly things
>You play to it.
>"Hahaha!" Your voice gradually rising in pitch
>"Behold! An artifact from *beyond*!
>[spoiler]Just a stick, yo![/spoiler]
>"Unknown to Griphons!"
>What should I call it?
>"Unknown to Taurs!"
>Think fast
>"Unknown to to the Dragons, and the mighty Diamond Dogs!"
>What was that thing called?
>"Unknown even to Ponies!"
>Lives under the sea, part pony part octopus, little bat-wings?
>"All but two, that is!"
>Ah, that's it!
>"Brought to this world by Starswirl the Bearded himself!"
>"Used to work wonders!"
>"Then banished beyond the sea by Princess Celestia herself
>because even SHE feared it's might!"
>"Tremble, for you are in the presence of the dreaded Wand of Colthulhu!"
>They all actually gasped.
>perfect
>"But *I*, the Great and Powerful Trixie could not be denied!"
>"I, through wit and sorcery unmatched, 
>stole this artifact from the depths of Tartarus itself!"
>"I, and I alone know the secret to it's use!"
>"But the Great and Powerful Trixie is not cruel!
>"The Great and Selfless Trixie would share the marvels of this relic!"
>"Who would witness it's power?" 




Post 7

>You are Trixie
>The center of attention
>As it should be
>The Diamond Dogs stand transfixed by the stick
>Eyes glazed, ears down
>You levitate the wand 
>Flourishing here and there
>Your pink aura sparking and glowing
>"Not even The Great and Powerful Trixie can use it in hoof."
>"It's magic is too dangerous!"
>"One of Starswirl's apprentices tried...
>and was seen dragged away by tentacled horrors!"
>"Things from beyond the veil of worlds!"
>You hold it steady
>A few meters over the crowd
>With your magic you call forth screams
>Shrill and wild
>They sound like they're coming from the wand
>with a wispy vapor
>it darkens and thickens
>A cloud 
>More magic!
>From the lobes and pillows of smoke a face forms
>Twisted and rotten
>Then melts away.
>Another one
>larger and more monstrous than the last
>You look around
>They're all focused on the show above them.
>A few of the pups are hiding their eyes behind their paws
>More magic
>A new shape rises
>Swift and terrible
>Like a shark attacking from below
>it swallows the monsters face
>and leers at the crowd
>Gasps, and even a whimper or two.
>Not just from the pups
>Ha!
>Here we go...
>Dramatically you allow the pink aura of magic to sputter.
>You make the screams louder
>Add new voices
>Twist them
>Some stones fall down the mountainside
>Some of them turn to look
>Now a voice for the face
>"Pathetic creatures"
>"You can not hold me! I will devour you!"
>Not good enough for ponies, you think
>More than enough for these mutts.
>Some of the pups flee in the cave
>"Silence beast!" You shout.
>"You are at my command! 
>I the Great and Powerful Trixie will not allow you to harm!"
>"Begone!"
>Your horn glows brighter, so does the wand.
>The face contorts in agony
>it keens as it's absorbed back in to the stick.
>It drops
>The Diamond Dogs flee from where it lands
>You smile, allowing yourself to seem just a *bit* flustered.
>They look back and forth from the wand to you
>And erupt in cheers



Post 8

>You are Trixie
>You just saved the day
>Or so they think
>You hop down from your stage 
>Suddenly, a pin drop would be loud
>You stroll nonchalantly toward the wand
>quietly laying in a circle of dumbstruck Diamond Dogs
>They part like water as you approach
>"Not e-ven the Immaterium's Horrors can match the Great and Powerful TrrrixIE!"
>You emphasize the last sound
>savoring it
>"But really..."
>Your horn glows and the wand jumps to your cloak-pocket
>The Diamond Dogs jump too.
>"was there *ever* any doubt?"
>You smirk a moment
>then saunter back to stage
>Feeling their eyes on you
>Relishing it
>Sitting on stage now
>Hind hooves crossed
>dangling languidly off the edge
>Time for the goodies
>"Now then"
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie,
>quondam royal student,
>triumphant in uncounted duels
>and contests of magic,
>has juuusstt
>saved your bacon."
>You like that phrase
>Picked it up from the Gryphons
>A murmur passes through the crowd
>A trio of them sprint to the cave
>"Trixie will accept your adulation..."
>The briefest of pauses
>The faintest of smiles
>"Now"
>As one they rush to you
>Stopping just shy of your hooves
>Yipping cheering and whining
>Hopefully they don't piddle again
>You raise your gorgeous face to the sun.
>The sounds and more importantly
>The feelings wash over you.
>A warmth swells in your chest
>You smile more broadly
>And look toward the cave
>careful to let only the barest of glances fall on your worshipers
>They should be returning with your reward soon
>Last time it was a basket full of glittering jewels
>Ah there!
>Two of the cave-sprinters emerge
>Empty-handed
>Behind them
>Movement in the gloom
>That must be number three
>...
>What under Celestia's sun is that!?




Post 9

>You are anon
>Still alive
>Maybe you'd be better off dead
>Chains around your wrists and ankles
>Pushing a heavy gem-laden cart
>There's barely any light
>Even less food
>And brutish foul-smelling... things are everywhere.
>Following you
>taunting you
>whipping you
>How long have you been here?
>It's hard to tell when you can't see the sky
>Something's happening
>The big blue hunchbacked one 
>Your captor, is coming
>Where he is, the other two are never far behind.
>They sniff the air and bee-line for you
>Fuck
>The big one's got something in his paws
>One of them holds your chain
>The big one shoves that thing over your head
>It's wooden, and heavy
>Baskets hang from its sides
>They stuff gems in one basket
>Bottles in the other
>and drag you by your chain

>You are Trixie
>And for once in your life you are speechless
>Something has emerged from the cave
>It looks like...
>well it looks like nothing you've ever seen
>Walks on two legs
>covered in dirty tattered cloth
>It has a mane
>of a sort
>But no coat you can see
>Bearing a yoke with two full baskets
>And prodded along by... 
>Fido was his name?
>Well the biggest of the three
>Whatever his name was
>They're heading your way
>Rover and Spot push through the crowd
>and genuflect at your hooves
>Tails stiff
>just the ends wagging
>They're excited
>trying to be subtle about it
>"Oh Trixie..." He begins
>Fuck that!
>"AHEM!"
>A pause
>"Oh Great and Powerful Trixie!"
>"You may continue."
>"Thank you for saving us"
>"Look, look!" The other one adds
>"Our servant brings you treats!"
>"Gems, and Cider, and Gryphon ale too!"
>So it's their servant?
>Why anything would serve the Diamond Dogs 
>Is beyond even the Great and Powerful Trixie's ken
>It's closer now
>back bent under it's burden
>Wait a moment
>What's that on it's... limbs?
>Chains?



Post 10

>You are the Great and Powerful Trixie
>You no longer feel good
>Warm and smug a moment ago
>Now chilled to the bone
>Chains?
>Memories rise
>They always do
>But never so soon after a show
>An amulet
>Incredible power in your veins
>An even more incredible cruelty in your heart
>Watching through your own eyes
>Somehow not really comprehending
>as you do things
>Things you still can't believe you would have
>But you did
>And Twilight...
>NO! 
>No No No No No No No
>...
>Better now
>Not a hair out of place
>No matter how strong the feelings
>Damn, you're awesome


>You are anon
>SUNLIGHT!
>You can't see shit
>Your eyes ache and burn
>But it's a good pain
>And the warmth on your skin is unmistakable
>The thing behind you pokes
>forcing you to go where it wants
>Your eyes are starting to adjust
>You're heading toward a large group of brutes
>clustered around a stage
>There seems to be a blue pony sitting on it
>A blue pony
>with a white mane
>And a robe and wizard hat
>Maybe you have been in the dark too long

>You are Trixie
>And it doesn't look like an animal
>As soon as it arrives
>the dogs push it to the ground
>and laugh 
>You aren't laughing
>Neither is it
>Such a weird face
>but you can read it as clearly as anypony's
>This is no thoughtless beast
>"Why would I want your prisoner?"
>Blase, but not overly
>"No, Great and Powerful one
>servant only bring treats!"
>"Look, Look!" says another
>They point to the baskets
>They hold up the bottles
>Wow! How did Dogs get luxuries like those?
>They went all out this time
>The show must have been better than you thought
>memories
>A stab of conscious
>Damn it



Post 11


>You are Trixie
>And hard experience has taught you
>reckless action is trouble
>You need to know more
>"Why do servants need chains?
>Their pay *is* their chain, is it not?"
>"He thief!" 
>"Come to cave in forest! 
>Steal Diamond Dog treasure!"
>You've heard of this
>Dogs baiting creatures and capturing them
>For labor and eventually food
>But always animals
>Maybe he was a thief?
>But even so
>Does he deserve what they have in store for him?
>And worse
>what if he isn't?
>How to proceed?
>You have to know more
>and honey catches more flies than vinegar
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie approves!"
>"Oh thank you Great and Powerful!
>His pockets bulged when we found him!
>They were so fat we almost couldn't net him!"
>"Exaggeration, I'm sure." You sardonically reply
>Another spoke
>"Yeah he didn't even get them all. We laid out too many gems in the line."
>Your heart sank
>They DID lure him
>You know what you have to do.

>You are anon
>They're talking about you
>Knuckle-walking dog-things conversing with a blueberry wizard pony
>You'd laugh if you could
>But you can't
>So all this is for the blueberry?
>You wonder who she is
>She keeps looking at you
>But not like the others
>They leer 
>and scowl
>and throw things
>She-not human but clearly female
>regards you with... 
>pitty?
>A split second
>Then it's gone
>The set of her face
>The carriage of her body
>Everything exudes confidence and power
>The dog-things extol their gifts
>She actually looks somewhat impressed
>A sideways glance at you
>She asks about you
>They say you're a thief!
>Your anger overcomes your fear
>You're just about to say something
>Before you can the big dumb(er) one drops the truth
>Their tails stop wagging
>They wince and look at him
>He doesn't seem to realize what he said
>Blueberry does
>She doesn't seem happy.
>"Well, The Great and Powerful Trixie has need of a new servant."
>What? 
>Does she mean you?
>should you be happy?
>"She will graciously relieve you of this burden."


Post 12a

>You are Trixie
>They are Diamond Dogs
>and don't want to let their toy go
>"But Great and Powerful one!
>He's not a treat!
>He's a thief!"
>You scowl
>"What Trixie wants
>Trixie gets!"
>[spoiler]Especially from Diamond Dogs[/spoiler]
>"And Trixie wants him"
>"If you take him maybe he try steal from you!"
>The dog seems genuinely worried
>"Great and Powerful Trixie might get angry at us!"
>You laugh
>A gentle melody
>lilting on the breeze
>"If it steals from Trixie it will be punished
>The Great and Magnanimous Trixie
>would not hold you responsible"
>"But... but..." the dog stammers
>"But!" Your voice hardens
>"The Great and Terrible Trixie will get angry"
>They whimper at this
>"if you deny her!"
>"The Great and Famous Trixie will tell all she meets
>'Diamond Dogs have no gratitude!
>I saved their town from unspeakable terrors
>yet they refused my simple request!'
>Who will trade with Diamond Dogs then?"
>The dogs look at each other
>indecision crumples their brows


Post 12b

>"Ok" Spot relents
>"No!" Shouts Fido
>"He mine!"
>"But Trixie saved us!"
>Rover jumps between them
>"We give her the servant
>but we keep the jewels!"
>Fido thinks a moment
>It looks painful for him
>"And Drinks!" He says finally
>No
>Not only no
>but hell fuck no!
>"Fine!"
>Your horn glows
>The wand leaps from your pocket
>and drops to the sand
>"Maybe I should leave that here?"
>You smirk
>"Maybe you can find a way
>to defeat whatever comes out next?"
>Their eyes widen
>their ears droop
>They even tuck their tails
>"I the Great and Powerful Trixie will have it all
>Or you will have it
>plus everything that comes from that"
>You gesture with your hoof
>A subtle touch of magic
>a faint wailing and a wisp of smoke
>Most of the dogs break for the cave
>You lock eyes with Rover
>Head high
>and cock an eyebrow
>He grimaces 
>staring at the nascent cloud
>"They yours Great and Powerful one
>Just take away magic stick"
>[spoiler]Especially from Diamond Dogs[/spoiler]
>The wand is back in your pocket
>You regard your new help
>"Can you speak?"
>"Yes Great and Powerful Trixie"
>He not only picked up your name
>But the proper way to say it
>You like him already
>"Good. Come with me if you want to live
>And bring the baskets"


Post 13

>You are anon
>You belong to a pony
>Pointy-ears-red-vest dog-thing relented
>The screaming cloud vanished
>The stick the cloud came out of glowed
>then flew through the air and in to your pony's pocket
>On any other day that would seem strange
>But holy shit
>Nothing's normal
>Not since waking up in that forest
>And this day has been the weirdest one yet
>You still have no clue where you are
>only the vaguest about
>what's going on
>But if belonging to her
>gets you away from them
>it's fine with you
>She turns to you
>"Can you speak?"
>Don't fuck this up
>They called her Trixie
>Something else too
>Was it a title?
>The way she carried herself
>The way she was treated
>She was obviously important
>Maybe a noble?
>Better to say it
>even if not needed
>than not say it
>and get in deeper shit
>"Yes Great and Powerful Trixie"
>Her eyes glimmered
>A smile played across her lips
>"Good" she said
>She continued talking as she spun on her hooves
>Wait did she really just say...
>Well you heard the part about the baskets
>So you pick them up and follow
>She leads you around the stage
>hunh
>It's a wagon
>With huge trumpets
>And little cannons
>Her horn glows
>The door opens
>"Put them in here"
>She points with her snout
>Done
>"The Great and Compassionate Trixie
>thinks you know how to behave"
>She points her horn at your feet
>A brilliant golden beam shoots out
>The chains crumble
>"You would be a FOOL to prove otherwise"
>Of that you had no doubt
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie wishes to depart forthwith"
>Her horn glows again
>A whirring comes from the wagon
>the trumpets, cannons, and even the stage retract in to it
>"You will follow alongside"
>"Yes Great and Powerful One"
>She climbs aboard the wagon
>her snout up
>Her horn glows
>and stops
>She looks at you askance
>Then in a surprisingly soft and warm voice:
>"Are you injured?"
>"No Great and ...Kind One. I can walk"
>"Good"
>Nose up again
>Her horn glows
>The wagon lurches to motion
>And you follow


Post 14

>You are Trixie
>and he called you kind
>For some silly reason
>that makes you very happy
>Isn't that silly?
>Feeling warm and fuzzy 
>because the help complimented you?
>How silly!
>A little "harumph" escapes your lips
>But is lost in the wagon's sounds
>Down the road
>Continuing in silence
>Stealing glances at him
>He's so strange
>And he smells good!
>You thought one of the dogs found an equine cologne
>But now that you're away
>It's definitely him
>Even though he's filthy
>And those rags he's wearing need to go too
>You've been down this road before
>Countless times
>There's a hot spring a bit further along
>It's hard to find
>You've never seen anpony else there
>Your special place
>Your magical realm
>But you could use a bath too
>Filthy Diamond Dogs
>And there's no way you're taking him to town looking like that!
>some time later you arrive
>"What's your name?"
>"Anon"
>"We stop here anon"
>You hop from the cart
>"This place is very important to Trixie, anon
>Normally, Trixie wouldn't bring anyone here
>But today is special;
>In her wisdom
>Trixie can see that you need to rest
>In her generosity
>Trixie will let you
>and let you do it here."
>She stares into your eyes
>"This place is magical to me
>Treat it well
>Do you understand?
>Dare you enter my magical realm?"
>The look on his face
>You wonder what that's about
>"Follow me"


Post 15

>You are anon
>following Trixie
>Off the tiny path
>through trees
>and boulders
>hidden among the stones
>A small pool
>And glorious blue sky
>"Trixie wishes to bathe anon. You will wait
>When she is finished
>you will bathe too"
>Without another word
>She drops her cloak and hat
>Hips sway as she makes her way to the pool
>Is she so confident
>nudity doesnt bother her?
>Or is it because she's a pony?
>Well it doesn't matter
>You stretch back in the grass
>Closing your eyes
>Soaking in the warmth of the sun
>Splashing
>dripping
>Your mind wanders
>Some time passes
>Is she singing now?
>"You better believe
>I've got tricks up my sleeve..."
>You lay back again
>Hands behind your head
>The sun is so nice
>"See me dominate"
>A tugging
>You look down
>your hand is glowing pink
>"cause Im powerful and bra-a-aaave"
>You sit up
>"Your turn anon"
>She stands before you
>Naked
>Wet mane plastered to her neck
>She shakes like a dog
>Water goes flying
>"What are you waiting for?"
>"Can I have some privacy
>Oh Great and Kind One?"
>"You dont need privacy anon"
>A trace of annoyance in her voice
>"You need a bath
>Strip"
>You freeze
>mind reeling
>What to do?
>"Anon the great and powerful Trixie is loosing patience!
>You are a servant not a noble
>and servants don't need clothes
>Stop reaching above your station
>and remove them at once!"
>So that was it
>Ponies dont care about nudity
>In fact neither did the dog-things
>They wore armor and vests
>But those were for protection and pockets
>No care for modesty at all
>But you care
>"Pardon Great and Powerful one
>but humans always wear clothes!"
>"That's probably why nopony's ever heard of them!
>Those are ruined anyway
>youd look better naked"
>She turns up her snout
>"Strip! Now!"
>She stamps her hoof
>"But Trixie..."
>Her eyes widen
>Oh fuck
>Pink light shines from her horn
>"I am the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie to YOU!
>"and YOU will obey ME! "
>Suddenly youre airborne
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie
>has had enough!"


Post 16

>You are anon
>floating a meter or so above the ground
>Flipping and turning about your own axes
>Struggling to keep your clothes on
>The friggin' things are glowing pink
>and doing their best to fly off your body
>"Damn it anon stop struggling!"
>"Stop trying to tear off my clothes!"
>Suddenly you drop
>and stop just shy of the ground
>That gets your attention
>"From how high do you think 
>the Great and Powerful Trixie
>could drop you 
>before you sustain injury?"
>dead silence
>"Would you like to find out?
>"No great and powerful one!"
>"Then take those cursed things off!"
>She's bluffing
>probably
>You hope
>"I will Great and Powerful one!
>Just *please* give me some privacy!"
>"UUUGGGHHHH!"
>Your shirt flies off before you can react
>Your pants open
>and shoot down your legs
>Your underwear too
>You catch them just in time
>Holding with all your might
>desperate to keep them from slipping off your legs
>You're rising higher too
>Glowing bright pink
>curled in a fetal position
>pants around your ankles
>spinning bare-ass over heels
>cock poking backward between your thighs
>Higher still
>She was bluffing right?
>Suddenly you're falling
>oh shit
>and falling
>She will catch you!
>and falling
>right?
>SPLASH!
>right in to the pool
>Holy shit
>hitting water *does* hurt
>It's warm
>and tastes horrible
>You look up at the surface
>and swim
>You emerge to a very amused looking unicorn
>She looks down at you
>smugly
>Then saunters to the grass
>tail swishing
>Lies down
>and laughs


Post 17

>You are anon
>You are clean
>So are your clothes
>So are Trixie's
>She eventually relented
>And let you wear them on the condition you wash and repair them.
>Of course you have to do hers too.
>But since she's been naked the whole time,
>You've only had to wash them once.
>You've been resting by the spring for over a week now.
>The sight of the heavenly bodies
>suddenly racing across the skies
>drove you to comment.
>She says there's a pair of princesses that raise and lower the sun.
>That's got to be figurative
>She seemed absolutely incredulous
>that your sun and moon move on their own.
>Or that the sun and moon could share the sky.
>You're feeling much better too.
>Getting tired of oatmeal though.
>She won't let you in the wagon,
>so you sleep wrapped in a blanket outside.
>Under the wagon,
>In case it rains.
>Also, it turns out
>She's not a noble at all:
>She's in show business!
>And practices her magic a lot.
>Uses you as a captive audience to try out new ideas.
>That's fine.
>You don't know how her magic compares to other unicorns,
>but it impresses the hell out of you.
>She's smart too.
>You share stories of your home with her,
>and she regales you with tales of her adventures.
>You don't know how much is true,
>But her observations are poignant,
>and her questions incisive.
>She uncovers things about you with a shocking talent for subterfuge.
>While she is more than a bit full of herself,
>she isn't mean.
>In fact,
>She's been kind to you:
>making sure you have enough to eat,
>offering you extra blankets
>those kinds of things.
>She's actually kind of sweet.
>In her own way.
>You like her more and more.


Post 18

>You are Trixie,
>and it's time to leave.
>Your wagon's mechanisms are reset,
>Your suplies are running low,
>and Anon is feeling better.
>Anon
>You smile despite yourself
>But how could you not?
>For the first time, 
>you've found somepo-someone with as many stories as you have.
>Literally an entire other world's worth.
>Some of it you just can't believe:
>the sun and moon moving on their own?
>No way!
>Still, for all that,
>he's ignorant of things that anyone who grew up in Equestria would know.
>He's completely dependent on you.
>For some reason,
>you really like that.
>He's also patient,
>and attentive.
>Not in the tail-nosing way so many are to famous ponies.
>Neither in the simple brain-dead way servants are to their employers.
>He seems to be genuinely interested in you,
>and what you have to say.
>You like that too.
>A lot.
>Your smile broadens
>And...
>It's such a silly thing,
>but he smells good.
>He says all humans smell like that when they work. 
>He also says they don't like it.
>Humans are silly.




Post 19

>You are Trixie.
>A couple of days further down the road.
>And you aren't a happy pony.
>It turns out Anon isn't as strong as you thought.
>he's taller than you,
>So he looks imposing.
>But a few hours in to the first day back on the road,
>and you could see it wasn't going to work.
>He was hitched properly
>and he really did try.
>But he was slow,
>even on flat ground.
>Trips at Anon-speed would take too long.
>And the first hill you came to...
>He tried that too, but slipped.
>You'd had to use magic to keep from careening backwards.
>How were you supposed to relax, or study, or do anything,
>when you might have to leap to the rescue at any moment?
>That put an end to that.
>Humans, it seems, just aren't as strong as equines.
>So you, the Great and Powerful Trixie,
>are pulling your own wagon.
>While your putative servant strolls beside you.
>Again.
>You are not a happy pony.
>Even if he does smell good.


Post 20a

>You are Anon.
>And you can see that Trixie is frustrated.
>She's been snippier than usual.
>And quieter when you've stopped.
>You want to help her,
>and you think you know a way.
>"We're stopping here, Anon."
>"All right, Great and Powerful one. Let me help you."
>You walk over and begin unhitching her.
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't need your help, Anon."
>You pause.
>She practically spat it,
>and hadn't referred to herself in the third person for a while.
>The buckles flared pink, and dropped to the road.
>"Pull it off to the side, Anon."
>"There's a stream beyond those trees."
>Her snout gestured to the left.
>"Get some water and start dinner."
>She disappears in to her Wagon.
>You did as you were told.
>A knock on her door.
>"Dinner is ready, Great and Powerful One."
>She emerges,
>walks to the fire,
>and begins to eat.
>You watch her take one glum bite after another.
>"Great and Powerful One," you began
>"I can tell you're upset."
>"I want to do something for you."
>"Like what?"
>"You can't pull the vardo, you can't work magic, and you can't eat hay."
>"I'm stuck feeding you oats."
>Then in a small voice, barely audible:
>"I want the oats."
>She pouts in to the flames.


Post 20b

>"It's something special, Great and Powerful One."
>"Something humans do for each other,"
>"when we... when we care."
>She looks up at you
>"You're always pulling the cart,"
>You say, sitting at her hooves.
>"And I think you must be sore."
>She watches you reach out,
>and cup her pastern;
>gently lifting it and setting it in your lap.
>She's stopped chewing,
>now silently looking you in the eyes.
>You rest your hand on her cannon
>"I'm not being too familiar, am I?"
>silence
>Gently you begin to stroke along it's length.
>Lightly at first,
>then with gentle pressure.
>Following the grain of her fur.
>It's extremely soft,
>and very fine.
>She's chewing again,
>Not so gloomily as before.
>Under her leg and up to her hock;
>pinching your way down to her fetlock.
>You do it again.
>And again.
>She's staring at the fire,
>very intently.
>An uncertain look on her face.
>Back to her pastern;
>caressing her coronet:
>Lightly running your fingertips between hoof and fur.
>Then work from hock to coronet again.
>You glance up; her eyes are closed.
>A quiet sigh
>You continue along her hoof wall,
>to her heel.
>Massaging her frog;
>Pressing and rolling in little circles.
>She winces and melts.
>You must be doing well.
>Up and down, from hock to hoof,
>Over and over.
>Feeling her tension drain,
>and body loosen with each pass.
>Kneading her hooves,
>with strength, and with great care.
>On and on.
>First one, then the other.
>firm muscle, soft blue fur,
>and a unicorn who's lost in the moment.
>...
>She hasn't moved or made a sound in some time.
>Her breath is deep and rhythmic.
>You can't help but smile,
>placing her hooves back on the ground.
>You gently brush an errant strand of mane from her face,
>And cover her with your blanket.
>Softly: "Good night Trixie."
>You clean up,
>and lay down a short distance away.
>The night is clear.
>The fire is warm.
>As it fades you drift off,
>to pleasant and unexpected thoughts of Trixie.



Post 21

>You are anon
>And you're being followed.
>This is your first time in a pony town.
>Ever since Trixie's show,
>you've had a handful of ponies around.
>They'd watch you from their windows.
>They'd watch from the streets.
>They'd even watch from the sky.
>You thought at first the clouds were chasing you too.
>Until you saw pegai peeking over the edges.
>Her show was, of course fantastic.
>She made what little you'd seen at the Diamond Dogs cave 
>seem like parlor tricks.
>"It's for the ponies" she'd said in private.
>"They can use magic too" 
>"so I have to pull out all the stops"
>But even so, you were a distraction.
>The ponies just couldn't focus on Trixie
>with you there.
>After the show, she seemed a little put-off.
>Then, an idea must have struck,
>because she immediately took a bag of bits,
>and told you to follow.
>So you found yourself being led through the streets
>by a gorgeous blue unicorn
>with a half-dozen others trotting along behind you.
>Trixie'd been much more relaxed lately.
>She smiled.
>Genuine smiles,
>no longer putting up a facade when you were in private.
>In fact, she had stopped referring to herself in the third person.
>Until you came to town.
>The difference was amazing.
>But you were in public now.
>Surrounded by equines of all colors and descriptions.
>She had an image to maintain.
>So, her demeanor came as no surprise when she said:
>"We're here, Anon."
>"Open the door for the Great and Powerful Trixie!"
>Then shouldered her way past
>with an annoyed little squeak
>and her snout in the air.
>"Anon, you will turn the lock, and take a seat."
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie will return momentarily."
>And with that, she vanished down a hall.


Post 22

>You are anon
>Sitting in the most enormous couch you'd ever seen.
>Wide, long and with padding thick enough to swallow you.
>You take stock of your surroundings:
>You are sitting in one of a pair of huge plush couches.
>Across from you, an ornate wooden counter.
>The hall down which Trixie vanished behind it.
>Short, but very wide windows in the walls just below the ceiling.
>A large door to the outside on your right,
>with many nosy ponies peering through the glass.
>The walls: lined alternately with full-length mirrors
>and equine dress-forms, 
>adorned in the most ornate clothing you'd ever seen!
>A tailor's shop.
>And a high-end one by the looks of it.
>Why would she have brought you here?
>"Anon!"
>Speak of the Blueberry.
>"Stand up!"
>She trots in to the room, another pony in tow.
>"Come here, Anon. The Great and Powerful Trixie has need of you."
>You stop a step away from her.
>"Do you think you can do it?"
>She's speaking to the other pony.
>This one's wearing fancy clothes,
>with her mane in elaborate coifs and curls.
>She's even wearing make-up.
>"Maybe, great and Powerful one."
>"I need to get a better look."
>"Very well. Anon, strip."
>You look back at the door.
>Anxious faces still pressed against the glass.
>They follow your gaze.
>Trixie's horn glows and a shade drops.
>"He's easily embarrassed, the silly thing." 
>Trixie replies to the other mares quizzical expression.
>"Now don't make Trixie repeat herself!"
>Well they are ponies...
>You disrobe in front of them
>and stand tall.
>"Nicely done, anon." she says with a mischievous grin.
>"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
>"Better than the alternative, Great and Powerful One."
>"For you."
>Your eyes lock; her mirth is unmistakable.
>Cheeky little blueberry.
>The other pony doesn't seem to care.
>Trotting around and around you
>then back to check your garments.
>Making notes on a piece of paper,
>measuring you,
>scribbling again.
>Finally she says:
>I can accommodate your request, Lady Trixie."


Post 23

>You are Anon,
>back under the wagon.
>After leaving the clothier's,
>Trixie had led you around the city.
>Pointing out the good and bad.
>Talking about how it had looked before
>or where such-and-such a thing had happened.
>Her memory must be incredible.
>She had obviously been in a good mood,
>and even treated you to a restaurant.
>She'd said it was a favorite of Pegai
>And that she'd chosen it for one reason:
>It served fish!
>And vegetables.
>Who knew how delicious they could be after so long on oatmeal?
>She also paid you.
>Minus expenses, of course.
>But that still left you with some bits in your pockets.
>Near the end of the scheduled day
>You had returned to the store and found an outfit waiting for you.
>And what an outfit!
>Based on what you'd worn,
>but embellished beyond belief:
>rhinestones, and showy fabric,
>with enormous liberties taken with the cut.
>It looked ridiculous, but fit suprisingly well,
>So Trixie had you carry it out, wrapped in brown paper.
>It seems Trixie had noticed how much attention you garnered.
>And being the keen business-pony she was,
>decided to capitalize on it.
>You were to join her show.
>Whether you liked it, or not.
>All in all it had been a very nice day.
>So even when the clouds rolled in and a drizzle started up,
>Your spirits were high.


Post 24

>You are Trixie.
>In your wagon.
>Thinking about the day.
>What a wonderful time you'd had with Anon.
>How happy he'd been to eat the fish.
>"Anything but oatmeal" he'd joked.
>But he seemed to enjoy the fish the most.
>Turns out you guessed right.
>That made you happy, of course.
>But Anon being happy...
>That made you feel...
>Good.
>So good.
>It made your chest warm
>And a funny little flutter creep in your stomach.
>Like some school-filly crush.
>How silly.
>But it *was* nice.
>You couldn't remember the last time you felt so good.
>In fact the memories hadn't come back, either.
>Not at all.
>Not since you'd met Anon.
>You hadn't had a good night's sleep since you were a filly.
>Your parents, other fillies,
>teachers, and so many others.
>They'd all rejected you.
>So you rejected them back.
>That didn't make them like you, of course.
>But it did make you feel stronger.
>No longer at their mercy.
>You didn't need anypony!
>Even as an adult mare.
>But they needed you.
>Your talent, your showponyship.
>They craved your attention
>and you gave it to them.
>Until Ponyville, and...
>that amulet.
>You had known the danger
>had known it twisted and corrupted the minds of it's wielders.
>You hadn't cared.
>You wanted revenge!
>Revenge for what she had done to you!
>You'd thought you could control it,
>or at least resist it.
>But you were wrong.
>And when your own mind had returned,
>you had so many new personal horrors to face.
>So many things to haunt your waking moments,
>and keep you up at night.
>Until you met Anon.


Post 25

>You are Trixie
>You sit lost in thought.
>The sound of rain drumming your caravan.
>Anon
>Anon
>Anon is...
>Out there.
>Can you really...
>What if he says "no?"
>No.
>You're no school-filly.
>You are the Great and Powerful Trixie.
>You will not be cowed by fear.
>You sigh, and open your door.
>A little touch of magic and a canopy forms over your head.
>"Anon?"
>Why was your voice so soft?
>"Anon!"
>He looks out from under your wagon.
>"Yes Great and Powerful One?"
>How to put this without giving the wrong idea?
>What was the right idea, anyway?
>You're no longer sure.
>"You..."
>"You shouldn't be out in the rain, Anon."
>"Dry off..."
>You levitate a towel.
>"and..."
>"come inside."
>"I... don't want those new clothes being ruined."

>You are anon
>You know the new clothes are in the wagon.
>She knows too; she put them there.
>That look on her face.
>What's wrong?
>You climb out from under the wagon
>and towel yourself on it's ledge.
>Suddenly your towel gains a life of it's own;
>ruffling your hair and stroking your face and neck
>"Hold still anon"
>"I don't want any of that in here."
>You realize she's using her forehooves,
>not her magic.
>"That's fine, Anon. You may enter."
>Her snout is up
>But she doesn't meet your eyes.
>You crawl in to the wagon for the first time.
>It's cozy. 
>With small, modestly carved cabinetry
>stained a shade darker than the wooden walls.
>Scents of cedar, gardenias, and horse.
>She pulls another blanket and pillow from a net
>suspended from the ceiling.
>She gives them to you,
>her eyes at last meeting yours.
>"I... I hope there's enough room."
>There is.
>She snuffs out the candle.
>The steady patter of rain,
>and Trixie's gardenia-scented mane
>carry you softly to sleep.


Post 26

>You are Trixie,
>and you couldn't be happier!
>It's been weeks now,
>since you added Anon to your show.
>You've visited farms, and towns, and a big city too.
>Arriving to find that your reputation has preceded you,
>and everypony is just dying to see you.
>Your profits have skyrocketed!
>Not just from the show, either.
>Afterward, many of the ponies want to talk with him.
>You and Anon are invited to restaurants,
>pubs, cidereys and so many other places.
>They take vignettes,
>hang banners,
>And tell everypony who comes by
>that *their* establishment
>is a favorite of the Great and Powerful Trixie
>and her "pet."
>You rarely have to pay for food or supplies.
>Even your seamstress
>is offering to make new clothes gratis.
>If only you'll "Please, please, please,"
>"tell everypony who made them."
>Your little chest of bits is overflowing.
>Literally.
>Also, Anon.
>Anon.
>Your little human.
>You shared the wagon every night.
>His scent in your home.
>His warmth in your bed.
>You had gone to sleep facing the walls,
>that first unforgetable night.
>But when you awoke
>-before he did-
>snuggled in his arms,
>muzzle under his chin,
>You knew a peace you never thought you would.
>A warmth and contentment
>that had only grown stronger.
>You didn't think those feelings were silly any more.
>They were serious.
>And you wanted more!
>But what could you do?
>He was your employee, and not even a pony!
>Hiding your feelings around other ponies was easy;
>You are the Great and Powerful Trixie!
>And you act like it.
>Around them.
>But Anon was different
>You wanted him to like you
>Not just respect you.
>...
>What would you do when estrus came?
>What would he do?
>You thought and wondered.
>Wondered and thought.
>Until one day...


Post 27

>You are anon.
>Squatting by the fire, preparing lunch.
>Your arrogant, demanding,
>wonderful boss is lying under a tree.
>Clacking beads on an abacus and scratching in a notebook.
>A shadow passes overhead.
>A pagasus.
>You had seen many around.
>Especially in this part of Equestria.
>There were more pagai here than any other kind of pony.
>But this one was different.
>He wore gold armor.
>His mane and tail: blue.
>Cropped and pushed through his helmet.
>Redolent of a Roman soldier's comb on Earth.
>He circled, and flew overhead again.
>Much closer this time,
>and landed a few paces away.
>Trixie noticed him then.
>She stood, watching impassively.
>Upon seeing her, the pegasus spoke.
>"Are you Trixie Lulamoon? Magus of the Road, and Guardian of Anon?"
>"I am." She replies in an equally haughty voice.
>"What brings a royal guard"
>"to search out the Great and Powerful Trixie?"
>He produces a scroll from his saddlebags,
>and lays it at her hooves.
>"Their Royal Highnesses, Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna,"
>"have heard of your magnificence!"
>"They wish to see your performance, and meet your pet!"
>"You are hereby summoned to appear in the royal court,"
>"no later than the end of summer. You are invited to stay,
>"as a guest of Their Royal Highnesses in the castle,"
>"and enjoy their hospitality. How do you answer?"
>She pauses a moment,
>raises the scroll with her magic,
>and reads.
>If you didn't know her like you did,
>You might believe her nonchalance.
>But you do,
>and her excitement is clear.
>With a smirk, and toss of her mane, she says:
>"You may tell Their Royal Highnesses,"
>"That The Great and Powerful Trixie,"
>"Magus of the Road, and Guardian of Anon,"
>"accepts their invitation."
>"She will make all due haste toward Canterlot."
>The pagasus bows and takes to the sky.
>Trixie watches him go, snout raised.
>Then suddenly prances circles on tippy-hooves
>swishing her tail and arching her back.
>"Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!"


Post 28

>You are Anon
>marching beside your vardo.
>Well Trixie's vardo.
>But you can't help but think of it as yours too.
>Your relationship has blossomed.
>You work together, travel together
>eat together and share the same bed every night.
>And she's a real cuddlebug.
>Always finding excuses to touch you while you work.
>She particularly enjoys leaning against you,
>and uses your lap as a pillow for her naps.
>Many pleasant hours had passed under trees,
>watching your little pony dream her dreams.
>Herd animals are prone to physical contact,
>but this didn't feel casual.
>And you loved every moment of it.
>On this particular morning,
>she had put on her costume, chattering incessantly,
>Excited and nervous.
>Saying today was the day you'd reach Canterlot.
>You had seen the castle from far away,
>sprouting from a cliff in defiance of all prudence.
>But now you drew close,
>so with a little nuzzle of your arm,
>she put on her archetype.
>Tail and nose high,
>eyes: bright and imperious.
>Pride oozing from beneath her wide brim.
>"We are nearly there Anon."
>"As we have come by Royal Invite,"
>"doubtlessly they will be on the lookout for us."
>"In fact, Trixie wouldn't be surprised if they already know we're here."
>It turns out, she was right.
>Moments later 6 guard ponies in sparkling armor approached.
>The captain bowed.
>"Lady Trixie"
>"by order of Their Royal Highnesses, we bid you welcome."
>"Please allow us to escort you to the Royal Palace."
>"Yes Captain, The Great and Powerful Trixie accepts your welcome"
>"and bids you lead on."
>4 took position in front.
>Another behind you, buckled himself to your wagon.
>You had a retinue!
>The captain bowed again
>"At your convenience, Lady Trixie."
>She looks at you.
>Her smile is as smug as you'd ever seen.
>But this time she isn't smiling at you,
>she's smiling with you.
>Enjoying the moment, and inviting you to do the same.
>Your smile meets hers,
>and with pomp barely concealing glee,
>she marches forth.


Post 29

>You are Trixie
>Strutting over the drawbridge and through the gate.
>Guard ponies bow as you pass
>Acknowledgement, admiration, and respect:
>everything you've ever wanted
>made all the sweeter because Anon is here to share it!
>All ponies watch as you pass by.
>Probably wondering who's so important as to get a Royal escort.
>As if there was anyone more deserving!
>Well, maybe one...
>as deserving, anyway.
>You look at anon.
>He's watching you!
>All the grandeur, all the wonder of Canterlot
>and he's watching you!
>Of course you deserve it,
>but still...
>His smile rivals the sun
>But can't compare to the blaze in your heart.
>Could this day get any better?
>You close your eyes and savor the feeling.
>Anon
>You
>Together
>Shit!
>The hoi polloi can't see you like this!
>You force yourself to look away
>and notice other ponies in the crowd.
>Watching you and watching him.
>And who is that?
>Fleur Dis Lee!
>Very clearly watching him, not you.
>He's noticed too.
>A smile and that weird "hand-wave" thing he does.
>She turns as you pass
>gives him a wink[spoiler]with her eyes[/spoiler]
>and prances off.
>Why do you feel like this?
>He does that to all the ponies when you enter a new town.
>Smiling and flailing those "arms" around like the silly thing he is.
>Why do you feel like this?
>Suddenly, your facade is no act;
>genuine anger burns inside you.
>You never told anyone,
>but you're a monogamist.
>It's your dirty little secret.
>You don't like to share.
>Are humans monogamous?
>You don't know.
>You should tell Anon.
>He must know, it's not fair to keep it a secret if you love him.
>And you do.
>Beyond any shadow of a doubt.
>He's not a pony, so maybe he won't be angry.
>He might not...
>reject...
>No, no, not again!
>It's been so long!
>Sadness.
>Anger!
>You focus on it and let it focus you.
>All the ponies "great" and small make way for you.
>They had damn well better!
>All the way to the castle.


Post 30

>You are anon
>And Trixie is very, very angry.
>Not at you, thank goodness,
>but you can see right through her fauxequanimity.
>Not that she pretended out there.
>Her eyes had hardened and her stride lengthened unexpectedly.
>You had been pressed to keep up,
>until she noticed you lagging and slowed.
>Once you reached the castle you had been shown to your chambers.
>The guards said you would be summoned a little after sunset.
>Until then, you had the run of the place.
>The doors close and her demeanor changes.
>Like flipping a switch.
>"Trixie, what's wrong?"
>She looks at you.
>Calculatingly.
>Trying to decide how much to say.
>Then she smiles.
>It doesn't reach her eyes.
>"I'm thinking about meeting the princesses."
>Like hell, but it's best not to pry when she's like this.
>"There're only a few hours until sunset."
>"We should bathe, and make ourselves presentable."

>You are Trixie
>lying on a massage table in the Royal Spa.
>The masseuse was good, but not as good as Anon.
>Fingers really were better than hooves at this.
>It's just as well;
>you can't focus on it anyway.
>Images of Fleur's smirking wink dance in your mind.
>What if she asked him to herd with her?
>No, she wouldn't do that.
>She might try to use him as a cooler, though.
>He was famous, and exotic, and new.
>Just the kind of thing Fleur would want as an accessory.
>And you don't like to share.
>Suddenly, behind your closed eyes:
>Anon rutting Fleur.
>Sucking her horn.
>You grimmace,
>the masseuse's touch lightens.
>You love him.
>You love him,
>By Celestia you love him.
>And now that you know, you have to say something.
>You may be a monogamist,
>but that didn't mean you were heartless.
>Despite what some ponies would say.
>You want him to love you too.
>And how can he love you, if he doesn't know you?
>He'll probably leave after he finds out what a freak you are.
>But you need this show.
>You'll tell him after.
>Tears well up unbidden,
>But they are small, and easily hidden.


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>You are Anon
>And it's almost sunset.
>Trixie takes you to the window and points
>"See, Anon? Those are the princesses."
>"Celestia is the white pony, the other is Luna, her sister."
>"They're bigger th..."
>"Shhh." She chided.
>"Remember what I told you? About our sun and moon?"
>You nod
>This you had to see.
>She leans against you and whispers
>"Watch."
>The larger one's horn glowed brighter than any you'd seen.
>And the sun dipped.
>"That's impossible!"
>"I told you so. Keep watching."
>After the sun sank below the horizon, it was the other pony's turn.
>Her horn flared and the moon rose.
>"But..."
>She smirked and nipped your arm
>"Now what did the Great and Powerful Trixie tell you?"
>"But..."
>"Even if they did move it, we wouldn't see it had moved for... a few minutes!"
>"That doesn't make any sense Anon."
>"But..."
>"Magic."
>"But..."
>"Magic."
>What else could it be? 
>"Magic." you finally agree.

>You are Anon,
>following guards through the palace.
>Trixie is beside you,
>leaning ever so lightly in to you as you walk.
>She hasn't left your side since your bath.
>After watching the day change to night
>She pillowed her head on your lap and talked.
>You could tell something was off, but she wouldn't say what.
>Eventually the guards came, and she switched personalities again.
>But she still wouldn't leave your side.
>It was actually frightening.
>Were the princesses tyrants?
>They didn't *look* all that bad,
>but looks could be deceiving.
>And there was no shortage of rumors about Luna.
>Suddenly, you stop at huge ornate double doors.
>A guard announces your arrival,
>and they swing slowly open.


Post 32

>You are anon.
>The doors opened on a fairytale room.
>Banners, stained glass, tall as the sky itself.
>Polished marble floors, red carpet,
>and a throne against the far wall.
>Both princesses waiting for you.
>Trixie took the lead.
>You followed, stopping when she did, bowing when she did,
>and let her do the talking.
>It seems your little pony had some history with the princesses:
>a former pupil at the royal school.
>Celestia seemed happy things turned out well for her.
>They also wanted to know everything about you.
>Who you were, where you came from, how you had arrived.
>They were surprisingly unconcerned you didn't know,
>but were angry to learn how you'd met.
>She promised to correct the Diamond Dogs.
>Princess Celestia was vague about what she meant, but
>she moves stars, united Equestria and held power for over a millennium.
>The thought of her true might,
>and what she could do if she chose made you shudder.
>The sisters set a date for the show:
>one week hence!
>Then dismissed you.
>A long time to wait,
>not long to practice.
>It didn't help that Trixie was distracted.
>She hid it well; you doubt any of the ponies picked up on it.
>But you knew her, and it hurt she wouldn't confide in you.
>Especially when was so much needier than usual.
>She never left you alone.
>Once, when you were out, you passed a flower cart.
>Trixie lingered a moment and asked:
>"Isn't that blue one pretty?"
>The florist's eyes widened, and gave you both a funny look.
>It really was a pretty flower.
>The same powder blue as Trixie's coat.
>You were about to say so when she laughed
>nervously
>and trotted on.
>Flower pony watched you go, looking a bit shocked.
>But the week did pass.
>Now here you are sitting backstage,
>about to give the show of your life.
>Trixie nuzzles behind your ear
>"Whatever happens after this Anon, this is our show tonight."
>Another nuzzle, and more leaning.
>"Forever and always, yours and mine."
>Is she crying?
>You're on!


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>You are Trixie,
>and it's time.
>The night's been wonderful:
>an incredible show, and a fabulous party.
>Mingling with the haut monde,
>with attention and admiration from the Princesses themselves!
>Of course you always knew it was your due, 
>but now the other ponies couldn't deny it!
>Then she had come.
>Stepping from the woodwork,
>like a stupid, gangly, pink-haired termite!
>Actually leaning against your stallion!
>Nuzzling him!
>In front of everyone!
>You're the lead mare in your herd.
>The only mare.
>True, you and Anon weren't officially a herd.
>You'd never given him a flower, after all.
>But she doesn't know that.
>How dare she not come to you for permission to court Anon!
>Not that you would have given it.
>Of course you didn't let it show.
>You are the Great and Powerful Trixie!
>You master your feelings, not the other way around.
>But it hurt.
>A lot.
>So when the princesses retired,
>you captured Anon's attention with a word,
>guided him away with your touch,
>and returned to your chambers straight away.
>Making *damn* sure she saw it.
>All but laughing at the look on her face when Anon told her "goodnight,"
>and left with you.
>Now here you were, behind closed doors.
>It's time.
>Celestia help you.


Post 34

>You are Trixie
>sitting with Anon.
>He knows something is coming.
>But not this, how could he?
>"I love you, Anon."
>"I love you too Trixie."
>You blink
>Just like that?
>"You're not surprised?"
>"Is this what all the matter's been?"
>"Didn't you know I felt the same, Trixie?"
>Such joy!
>Such warmth!
>Threatening to wash over and carry you away.
>"Of course I knew, doofus."
>He laughs
>"My incredible little pony really didn't know?"
>Pressure swelling in your chest.
>It's almost painful.
>Surely your heart will burst?
>He moves to hug you,
>but you stop him with a forehoof on his chest.
>There's more, and he must know.
>"But there's something about me you need to know."
>"Something disgusting, and vile, and selfish."
>"Something..."
>You won't let yourself cry yet!
>That comes later.
>When you're alone again.
>This is the hardest thing you've ever done.
>But love, true love, demands honesty,
>and just maybe,
>love will demand you let him go.
>You breathe.
>"I'm a monogamist."
>Your ears fold back despite yourself.
>Your eyes cast themselves to the floor.
>"I love you, Anon. With all my heart and soul."
>"I want to be with you more than anything. But I can't share you."
>"I can't."
>"Seeing you with Fleur..."
>"I... I just can't."
>"I understand if you don't want somepony like me."
>"Understand if you... hate me, for being so selfish."
>"But I want you to love me."
>"To know me. All of me, so you have to know this too."
>There.
>You've done it.
>Whatever happens next, you've done what love required,
>and bared your soul to this one, special someone.
>Moments pass.
>Whole eternities,
>but the expected castigation never comes.
>Instead he leans in and hugs you,
>squeezing you against his chest.
>"I don't want anypony but you."


Post 35

>You are Anon,
>Holding your very special somepony.
>Her sobs racking both your bodies.
>A kiss on her neck.
>A whisper in her ear:
>"I love you, Trixie."
>"All of you, and only you."
>You look down:
>tears,
>hot and round
>running down her face
>Her eyes, so soft,
>and so very, very large.
>"Don't leave me, Anon."
>"Please, please don't ever leave me."
>You kiss away her tears, and hold her close.
>"I never will."

>And they lived a life of love.


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Some people asked that I write a lewd scene for these two. It seemed like fun, but didn't fit anywhere in the story, so, here it is, after the end. Think of it as a "deleted scene", and not part of the tale. I hope you enjoy it, too.

>You are anon.
>Cuddling with your special somepony by the fire.
>The sky, clear and cold above.
>It's spring and you and Trixie are back on the road.
>She's been acting funny lately.
>Very touchy.
>Very friendly with you,
>very snippy with everypony else.
>She wants massages every night,
>so, when she kissed you, and asked for one,
>you thought nothing of it.
>She hopped up on the wagon-ledge,
>"So you're at the just the right level" she'd said.
>And set her left hind leg on your shoulder.
>you tilt your head and kiss the inside of her hock.
>Gently taking her leg in your hands and holding it up, off your shoulder,
>then kissing your way down her cannon.
>Stopping at her fetlock you look sideways;
>She's watching you, a smug little smile playing on her lips.
>"Keep going Anonymous. Trixie did not say to stop."
>You lean back against a stone and set her hoof on your chest.
>Your fingertips follow the curve of her leg,
>up and down it's length,
>as your tongue finds her coronet.
>Kisses follow, and her eyes close.
>You gently reach to her thigh,
>kneading the firm muscle between fingers and thumb.
>Then pinching gently from hock to fetlock,
>and down to her hoof.
>Pressing under it with your thumbs,
>her frog flexing beneath your touch.
>"Mmmmmm Anon."
>She raises her other leg and rests it on your shoulder too.
>You look up;
>she's leaned back on the wagon's ledge,
>forehooves extended and touching the overhang,
>eyes closed.

>"Anon, do your mares have any special times?"
>"What do you mean, Tixie?"
>She smiles and stares right in your eyes.
>"Heat, Anon. Do human mares go in to heat?"
>She leans down, mouth open just a bit, and sniffs you.
>"Not really, Great and Sexy Trixie"
>She smiles and bites her lip.
>"We do."
>She trails her forehoof along your arm
>"In fact..."
>little circles against your chest
>"I am right now."
>"You're my very special somepony, Anon,"
>"and you're also my servant, little human."
>"Do you know what that means?"
>You think so
>You *hope* so
>You tilt your face to kiss her
>She pulls back at the last moment with another smile
>"Kisses are nice, Anon,"
>"but I want to do something else."
>She slides her hind legs from your shoulders and leans further in.
>Sitting on the wagon, legs spread, her marehood just at eye level.
>She nuzzles you, nips your ear and whispers:
>"Touch my horn."
>Trixie takes your hands in her hooves,
>guides them to her face.
>"The base first, sweety. Use those soft little fingers."
>She gasps a little as you trace circles around it
>A strange feeling on the side of your face,
>like static electricity.
>She leans against you more firmly as her breath deepens.
>"Mmmmmmmm good boy."
>She rubs your back
>"Now...Oh!"
>Her words catch in her throat.
>You knew what she wanted, and began to stroke before she finished her sentence.
>Her breathing grows faster and deeper,
>and her horn glows brighter, its light reflecting off the wagon.
>"Suck my horn, Anon."
>"Do it now!"

>Your mouth opens, and you carefully guide her past your lips,
>and close them around her tip, sliding along her shaft.
>She actually tastes like blueberries.
>And whipped cream.
>While you suckle, her muzzle finds it's way to your crotch.
>She nuzzles and licks at your pants,
>little moans emerging now and then.
>"Anon, your dick belongs to me."
>"Give it to me. Now."
>Your hand slides down her shaft, around the back of her ear,
>curves along her jaw, and finally comes to your belt.
>She licks and nibbles at your fingers as they work the fasteners.
>Suddenly the blueberry and whipped cream flavor grows stronger,
>Your trousers glow pink, and slide down your legs.
>Trixie takes you eagerly inside her mouth.
>Her nimble equine tongue turning circles and loops,
>even able to wrap itself completely around you.
>Your own ministrations flag as waves of pleasure wash over you.
>But only for a moment:
>There's no way you're letting your little pony do all the work!
>Back down on her, pressing your own tongue against her horn.
>Copying her own motions as closely as you can.
>Little whinneys and moans escaping around your cock.
>She lays her ears back and forces herself down
>Taking you as deeply as she can

>All the way in, and holding you there.
>Her tongue emerging and licking between your legs
>then back in and around your shaft again,
>actually rubbing you inside her mouth.
>You take her out and purse your lips against her horn
>running your head up and down its length,
>It's blazing now.
>bright pink with little jets and sparks flying off now again.
>The feeling of static is warm and contagious,
>filling you with erotic energy.
>"Anon! I..!"
>You quickly pop her back in your mouth,
>taking in as much as you can.
>"Anon!"
>An odd heat fills your mouth as she convulses and grunts in your lap.
>A taste, overwhelmingly like blueberries, and whiped cream.
>With a little extra.
>In fact, it tastes just like...
>"Oh, Anon, I'm sorry. Right in your mouth, you didn't deserve that!"
>It's cute when she switches, you think to yourself.
>You purse your lips tightly and slide her out,
>letting your tongue find every crease in her spiral groove on the way.
>"It's fine Trixie. In fact it tastes just like Poprocks."
>"Blueberry and whipped cream Poprocks."
>"What are Poprocks?"
>"They're a kind of candy we have back on Earth."
>She looks at you strangely and lets out a languid laugh.
>"Somehow, I'm not surprised."
>"But we're not finished, little servant."

>She bites your hair and gently pulls you up in to the wagon.
>Trixie rolls over on the floor,
>sweeping the bedding up with her forelegs and pillows her head on it.
>She looks back: ass up, tail raised, hips swaying and bites her lip.
>"Make me whinney like a little filly, Anon."
>You pounce on her, sliding your hands up her back.
>Balling her mane in your fist and jerking.
>She whinneys.
>Fuck me right now, Anon! Prove you're worthy of me!"
>You guide yourself inside her with your other hand.
>She's... wet would be an understatement.
>Sopping, would almost be enough to describe it.
>You slide in with no resistance.
>She moans loudly and her marehood convulses around you.
>It grips you like a vice, but is too slick to hold.
>Your thrusts slip in and out; balls deep, then just the tip.
>Her ponut swollen and sensitive,
>pressing against your stomach and drawing a fresh pony groan with each thrust.
>Her flanks begin to quiver
>She burries her face in the blankets
>Her ponytang clenches and holds,
>and she suddenly goes stiff and silent.
>Collapsing moments later.
>Time to get yours.
>She's lying now flat on the bed, and you continue to ride her.
>Thrusting into her, not bothering to pace yourself.
>Letting the sensations wash over you.
>Finally erupting inside her and crashing down to her flower-scented mane.

>After some moments you both rise to clean yourselves.
>Staring up in the cold night air, savoring your lingering pleasure.
>She leans against you.
>"Estrus lasts about a week, Anon."
>"Just so you know."
>Then she steps back in the wagon and begins straightening the bedding.
>The stars shine down on you.
>This is going to be one hell of a week.



Note: This is the original draft of this story, but not the best one. Another version, expanded, and rewritten in prose can be found here:
https://www.deviantart.com/poisonhorsie/gallery/59662723/A-Blueberry-and-Her-Greenery
and here:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/358503/a-blueberry-and-her-greenery
I hope you'll check it out. It's much better than this one.