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>Here you are, sitting at the kitchen table.
>With a depressed Trixie upstairs.
>She may be a bitch.
>But she does have some good points.
>There are days when you see her laugh.
>And other days she is actually fun to talk to.
>That is until you say something which sets her into her bitchy mode.
>But you don't really mind that.
>Her temperament sort have grew on you over the past couple of months.
>You have to get her out of that room.
>And give her a pep talk or something.
>That is the hard part.
>You don't know how to approach this situation.
>Three days. That's all the time she has before this magical duel.
>Yeah, she told you about the first two that happened.
>She said she was not herself in either of them.
>But she was desperate to one-up Twilight.
>She succeeded in the first one, but she told you that it was just a crutch.
>The second, she was tricked into giving up her amulet. But she still lost in the end.
>This may be her chance to show how much she has grown in her abilities.
>And sulking in her room for three days is not going to help her.
>You think it is best if you left her alone for now.
>You have work today anyway.
>You pack up your things and head off to Sweet Apple Acres.
>Got to get those bits.
>Getting there was a pain, with everyp0ny walking up to you.
>Asking about Trixie being in your house.
>News spreads quickly in this town.
>Some of them thought you were rutting her.
>lolnope
>You ignore the prying ponies and trudge on to your destination.
>Arrive on the large apple orchard some time later.
>Wave to Big Mac as he bucks some apple trees.
>He just gives you a nod and continues his work.
>Not a man of many words.
>Head up to the farm house to see Granny Smith sitting in her rocking chair observing.
Morning Mrs. Smith.
>You see a smile creep upon her wrinkled face.
>"How are ya, sonny. Come here fer sum work?"
>You nod.
Yes, looking for Applejack, ma'am.
>"Ah, that grandaughter of mine is buckin' away in the southern fields."
Thank you kindly, Mrs. Smith.
>"You are like family. Ya'll can call me Granny!"
>After a few passing words, you are off to find your boss.
>Didn't take long to see the orange mare pulling a cart of apples.
>"Finally made it here, huh Anon."
>She stops in front of you, tipping her hat.
Yeah, had to deal with a problem at home. Sorry for being late.
>"Ah see. That's okay. Well fer now, jus git those baskets of apples to tha cellar. I have more work for ya when ya dun."
>You happily nod and get to work, but you are thinking of trying to cheer up Trixie.
>So far, nothing came to mind.
>After a long day, you finally finish the work for today.
>About to head home until you see AJ come up with some cider in hoof.
>"Take a load off before ya head on home."
>Take the beverage and take a few gulps.
>Refreshing. You really needed that.
>Sit under one of the many trees in the orchard and look out at the pastel-colored world.
>So peaceful.
>AJ sits beside you with her own mug of cider.
>"So wut's been botherin' ya. You seemed a bit distracted t'day."
>Forgot how she can read ya like a book.
Just...someone I know is upset and I'm trying to cheer her up.
>"Ah! Marefriend problems, huh?"
Whoa whoa...nothing of the sort.
>AppleJack breaks into a fit of giggles.
>"Jus' teasin' Anon." She takes another chug of her cider.
>"It's Trixie, ain't it?"
>Damn, even AJ knows. Who told?
>...Fucking Fluttershy.
>You sigh and nod.
Yeah.
>AJ slowly nods and looks out at the fruits of her labor.
>"I know my friends and I butted heads with Trixie in the past, but I don't hold grudges. Too much work to stay mad at somep0ny."
>At least she's levelheaded.
>"Take my advice Anon, as a mare. Just do something nice fer her. That should cheer her up."
Like what?
>She gets up and downs the rest of her cider.
>"Ya'll think of something."
>She walks away from you.
>You sit there thinking of what you could do.
>You are Trixie.
>And you have been moping all over the house all day.
>You don't know if accepting that duel was a smart idea.
>You were all riled up.
>Wanting to put that Sparkle in her place.
>And get your pride back.
>But now, you aren't too sure of yourself.
>You ate some cereal trying to think of a way out of this.
>But there isn't any.
>Going to Twilight would just crush you.
>She might even rub it in.
>You dug this hole, and you feel like you're being pushed in and buried.
>Don't even bother to finish the cereal, leaving it on the kitchen table.
>Head upstairs towards your room.
>Only to stop by Anon's open door.
>His scent fills your nasal cavity.
>Your mind drifted.
>Your body begins to walk in on it's own accord.
>You stop at his bed.
>The smell is the strongest here.
>Sigh contently and climb in.
>Get underneath the covers.
Just...for a little while.
>You close your eyes.
>And drift off into a deep slumber.
>Your dream wasn't that pleasant.
>You were doing your magic show.
>And it wasn't going so well.
>Hecklers made up the majority of your audience.
>And you were sweating.
>Afraid.
>But you kept going on with your show.
>They hissed and threw tomatoes at you.
>When will this nightmare end.
>They all walked away.
>Except for one.
>That human...your human.
Anon.
>He clapped for you, saying that it was amazing, despite what the other ponies said.
>You felt calm.
>And finished the show, with your number 1 fan watching.
>Well, your only fan, but that is enough.
>You smile at him.
>He smiles back.
>Then it all fades to white.
>Wake up a while later from your nap.
>Your vision was still blurry.
>You're still in Anon's bed.
>It's warmer than before.
>You can hear a hear beat not your own.
>The feeling of arms wrapped around you.
>And snoring.
>Shaking off the grogginess, you look up.
>And blush.
>Your cheek turned purple from how hard you are blushing.
>Anon was sleeping beside you.
>You want to yell, kick at him, call him an idiot.
>But for some reason, you were okay with this.
>He made you feel protected.
>Even, shall you say 'Great and Powerful'.
>That's all you ever wanted.
>Someone to believe in you.
>And here that person was.
>Even if he is a stupid human.
>He is your stupid human.
>And you have sworn to protect him from that crazy mare.
>No time to feel sorry for yourself.
>You can do anything.
>You are The Great and Powerful Trixie.
>And nothing will stand in your way.
>Not even Twilight Sparkle and this magic duel.
>But for now, you will relax and enjoy this moment.
>You nuzzle his cheek, then fall back asleep.
Thanks Anon.
>However, you failed to realize somep0ny was lurking outside Anon's window.
>With a camera.
>And snapped that intimate moment.
>You are Anon.
>And boy you were tired.
>And drunk.
>Didn't think that cider would pack a punch.
>Coming home after a long day of work to find Trixie sleeping in your bed.
>You was about to pick her up and carry her to her room, until those words of AJ resonated in your head.
>So you lied beside her.
>Held her close.
>And told her she was great and powerful, despite what others may think.
>Liquid courage overrides the beta in you.
>You sleep with a smile on your face.
>Wake up in the early evening.
>Notice you are alone in bed.
>Hear the sound of magic being cast outside in the yard.
>Head down to investigate.
>See Trixie casting magic at an almost dead tree.
>You planned on cutting it down next week.
>See it glow in Trixie's magic aura.
>And the tree starts to look healthier.
>The leaves start to grow out.
>It looked...beautiful.
>Trixie stops, the glow on the tree fades.
>The tree looked very healthy and young.
What was that?
>"An age reversal spell."
Interesting. Didn't you use that on those two unicorn colts.
>"Yeah. But without that amulet, it's too exhausting."
>She slumps to the ground panting.
>"Not pulling that out in the magic duel."
>You nod, only to pick up Trixie and carry her to the "reborn" tree.
>She flinches and gives you a glare, but doesn't try to fight back.
>You place her gently on the ground and sit beside her.
So, you think you're ready for the duel?
>"No way. Why do you think I was out here practicing. Stupid."
>You shrug it off. Her insults weren't really insults to you anymore.
>It's more like a nickname.
Well, Bitch, you need it.
>You both look at each other, then break out in a fit of chuckles.
>"Yeah, but I should be ready by then."
>Both of you didn't speak to one another for a while.
>You sat and watched as the sun is lowered and Luna begins to decorate the night sky.
>It was peaceful. You always enjoyed the starry night.
>And so did Trixie.
>"Anon. Thank you for believing in me."
>You just nod and pet her mane.
>She sighs contently and leans against you.
>You continue to sit and admire Luna's work.
>Looks very beautiful.
>"It's getting late. I want to be up early for more magical practice."
>You agree and the you both head back inside for the night.
>Wake up the next morning.
>Two days until Trixie's magic duel with Twilight.
>Your body guard is out back practicing more magic.
>About to start morning routine, until you hear the door knock.
>Head downstairs and look through the peep hole.
>See a grey Pegasus stands there in front of you with a letter.
>It's just Derpy.
>Open the door and greet her.
>"Hey Anon. I have a letter for ya."
>That voice is so cute.
Thanks Derpy.
>She waves at you and takes off.
>Flying into a tree.
>"I'M OKAY!"
>She recovers and flies off to her next delivery.
Still wondering who would send you mail.
>Open it.
>It's a letter, with something falling out.
>Read the letter.
>"I know..."
>That's all it says?
>Remember something fell from the letter.
>Look down.
>It's a photo.
>And your eyes shrink to pinpricks.
TRIXIE!!!!
>Hear the sound of fireworks exploding from behind your house.
>Trixie pops in front of you from a magic rift.
>Her face is dark with soot.
>"WHAT!? I was busy!"
>You show her the photo.
>You see her entire face turn beat red.
>"Oh crap."
>The photo was of Trixie nuzzling your sleeping face.
>It has the words, "Anon, the Ponysnuggler!" written in ink over it.
>This is bad, for both of your images.
We...have a problem.
>Trixie just rolls her eyes.
>"Ya don't say."
>You are Fluttershy.
>You were miffed at what Trixie said to you.
>She had no right to say those things.
>And definitely no right to live with Anon.
>He was yours and yours alone.
>Even if he doesn't see it that way.
>But you have a plan.
>A plan that will have that human in your hooves.
>And all it will take, was a picture.
>It's a crude way of going about getting someone, but whatever it takes.
>In time, he will see how it is to be with you.
>And he will love being with you.
End of Part 4

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>Here you are, sitting at the kitchen table.
>With a depressed Trixie upstairs.
>She may be a bitch.
>But she does have some good points.
>There are days when you see her laugh.
>And other days she is actually fun to talk to.
>That is until you say something which sets her into her bitchy mode.
>But you don't really mind that.
>Her temperament sort have grew on you over the past couple of months.
>You have to get her out of that room.
>And give her a pep talk or something.
>That is the hard part.
>You don't know how to approach this situation.
>Three days. That's all the time she has before this magical duel.
>Yeah, she told you about the first two that happened.
>She said she was not herself in either of them.
>But she was desperate to one-up Twilight.
>She succeeded in the first one, but she told you that it was just a crutch.
>The second, she was tricked into giving up her amulet. But she still lost in the end.
>This may be her chance to show how much she has grown in her abilities.
>And sulking in her room for three days is not going to help her.
>You think it is best if you left her alone for now.
>You have work today anyway.
>You pack up your things and head off to Sweet Apple Acres.
>Got to get those bits.

>Getting there was a pain, with everyp0ny walking up to you.
>Asking about Trixie being in your house.
>News spreads quickly in this town.
>Some of them thought you were rutting her.
>lolnope
>You ignore the prying ponies and trudge on to your destination.
>Arrive on the large apple orchard some time later.
>Wave to Big Mac as he bucks some apple trees.
>He just gives you a nod and continues his work.
>Not a man of many words.
>Head up to the farm house to see Granny Smith sitting in her rocking chair observing.
Morning Mrs. Smith.
>You see a smile creep upon her wrinkled face.
>"How are ya, sonny. Come here fer sum work?"
>You nod.
Yes, looking for Applejack, ma'am.
>"Ah, that grandaughter of mine is buckin' away in the southern fields."
Thank you kindly, Mrs. Smith.
>"You are like family. Ya'll can call me Granny!"
>After a few passing words, you are off to find your boss.
>Didn't take long to see the orange mare pulling a cart of apples.
>"Finally made it here, huh Anon."
>She stops in front of you, tipping her hat.
Yeah, had to deal with a problem at home. Sorry for being late.
>"Ah see. That's okay. Well fer now, jus git those baskets of apples to tha cellar. I have more work for ya when ya dun."
>You happily nod and get to work, but you are thinking of trying to cheer up Trixie.
>So far, nothing came to mind.

>After a long day, you finally finish the work for today.
>About to head home until you see AJ come up with some cider in hoof.
>"Take a load off before ya head on home."
>Take the beverage and take a few gulps.
>Refreshing. You really needed that.
>Sit under one of the many trees in the orchard and look out at the pastel-colored world.
>So peaceful.
>AJ sits beside you with her own mug of cider.
>"So wut's been botherin' ya. You seemed a bit distracted t'day."
>Forgot how she can read ya like a book.
Just...someone I know is upset and I'm trying to cheer her up.
>"Ah! Marefriend problems, huh?"
Whoa whoa...nothing of the sort.
>AppleJack breaks into a fit of giggles.
>"Jus' teasin' Anon." She takes another chug of her cider.
>"It's Trixie, ain't it?"
>Damn, even AJ knows. Who told?
>...Fucking Fluttershy.
>You sigh and nod.
Yeah.
>AJ slowly nods and looks out at the fruits of her labor.
>"I know my friends and I butted heads with Trixie in the past, but I don't hold grudges. Too much work to stay mad at somep0ny."
>At least she's levelheaded.
>"Take my advice Anon, as a mare. Just do something nice fer her. That should cheer her up."
Like what?
>She gets up and downs the rest of her cider.
>"Ya'll think of something."
>She walks away from you.
>You sit there thinking of what you could do.

>You are Trixie.
>And you have been moping all over the house all day.
>You don't know if accepting that duel was a smart idea.
>You were all riled up.
>Wanting to put that Sparkle in her place.
>And get your pride back.
>But now, you aren't too sure of yourself.
>You ate some cereal trying to think of a way out of this.
>But there isn't any.
>Going to Twilight would just crush you.
>She might even rub it in.
>You dug this hole, and you feel like you're being pushed in and buried.
>Don't even bother to finish the cereal, leaving it on the kitchen table.
>Head upstairs towards your room.
>Only to stop by Anon's open door.
>His scent fills your nasal cavity.
>Your mind drifted.
>Your body begins to walk in on it's own accord.
>You stop at his bed.
>The smell is the strongest here.
>Sigh contently and climb in.
>Get underneath the covers.
Just...for a little while.
>You close your eyes.
>And drift off into a deep slumber.

>Your dream wasn't that pleasant.
>You were doing your magic show.
>And it wasn't going so well.
>Hecklers made up the majority of your audience.
>And you were sweating.
>Afraid.
>But you kept going on with your show.
>They hissed and threw tomatoes at you.
>When will this nightmare end.
>They all walked away.
>Except for one.
>That human...your human.
Anon.
>He clapped for you, saying that it was amazing, despite what the other ponies said.
>You felt calm.
>And finished the show, with your number 1 fan watching.
>Well, your only fan, but that is enough.
>You smile at him.
>He smiles back.
>Then it all fades to white.

>Wake up a while later from your nap.
>Your vision was still blurry.
>You're still in Anon's bed.
>It's warmer than before.
>You can hear a hear beat not your own.
>The feeling of arms wrapped around you.
>And snoring.
>Shaking off the grogginess, you look up.
>And blush.
>Your cheek turned purple from how hard you are blushing.
>Anon was sleeping beside you.
>You want to yell, kick at him, call him an idiot.
>But for some reason, you were okay with this.
>He made you feel protected.
>Even, shall you say 'Great and Powerful'.
>That's all you ever wanted.
>Someone to believe in you.
>And here that person was.
>Even if he is a stupid human.
>He is your stupid human.
>And you have sworn to protect him from that crazy mare.
>No time to feel sorry for yourself.
>You can do anything.
>You are The Great and Powerful Trixie.
>And nothing will stand in your way.
>Not even Twilight Sparkle and this magic duel.
>But for now, you will relax and enjoy this moment.
>You nuzzle his cheek, then fall back asleep.
Thanks Anon.
>However, you failed to realize somep0ny was lurking outside Anon's window.
>With a camera.
>And snapped that intimate moment.

>You are Anon.
>And boy you were tired.
>And drunk.
>Didn't think that cider would pack a punch.
>Coming home after a long day of work to find Trixie sleeping  in your bed.
>You was about to pick her up and carry her to her room, until those words of AJ resonated in your head.
>So you lied beside her.
>Held her close.
>And told her she was great and powerful, despite what others may think.
>Liquid courage overrides the beta in you.
>You sleep with a smile on your face.

>Wake up in the early evening.
>Notice you are alone in bed.
>Hear the sound of magic being cast outside in the yard.
>Head down to investigate.
>See Trixie casting magic at an almost dead tree.
>You planned on cutting it down next week.
>See it glow in Trixie's magic aura.
>And the tree starts to look healthier.
>The leaves start to grow out.
>It looked...beautiful.
>Trixie stops, the glow on the tree fades.
>The tree looked very healthy and young.
What was that?
>"An age reversal spell."
Interesting. Didn't you use that on those two unicorn colts.
>"Yeah. But without that amulet, it's too exhausting."
>She slumps to the ground panting.
>"Not pulling that out in the magic duel."

>You nod, only to pick up Trixie and carry her to the "reborn" tree.
>She flinches and gives you a glare, but doesn't try to fight back.
>You place her gently on the ground and sit beside her.
So, you think you're ready for the duel?
>"No way. Why do you think I was out here practicing. Stupid."
>You shrug it off. Her insults weren't really insults to you anymore.
>It's more like a nickname.
Well, Bitch, you need it.
>You both look at each other, then break out in a fit of chuckles.
>"Yeah, but I should be ready by then."
>Both of you didn't speak to one another for a while.
>You sat and watched as the sun is lowered and Luna begins to decorate the night sky.
>It was peaceful. You always enjoyed the starry night.
>And so did Trixie.
>"Anon. Thank you for believing in me."
>You just nod and pet her mane.
>She sighs contently and leans against you.
>You continue to sit and admire Luna's work.
>Looks very beautiful.
>"It's getting late. I want to be up early for more magical practice."
>You agree and the you both head back inside for the night.

>Wake up the next morning.
>Two days until Trixie's magic duel with Twilight.
>Your body guard is out back practicing more magic.
>About to start morning routine, until you hear the door knock.
>Head downstairs and look through the peep hole.
>See a grey Pegasus stands there in front of you with a letter.
>It's just Derpy.
>Open the door and greet her.
>"Hey Anon. I have a letter for ya."
>That voice is so cute.
Thanks Derpy.
>She waves at you and takes off.
>Flying into a tree.
>"I'M OKAY!"
>She recovers and flies off to her next delivery.
Still wondering who would send you mail.
>Open it.
>It's a letter, with something falling out.
>Read the letter.
>"I know..."
>That's all it says?
>Remember something fell from the letter.
>Look down.
>It's a photo.
>And your eyes shrink to pinpricks.
TRIXIE!!!!
>Hear the sound of fireworks exploding from behind your house.
>Trixie pops in front of you from a magic rift.
>Her face is dark with soot.
>"WHAT!? I was busy!"
>You show her the photo.
>You see her entire face turn beat red.
>"Oh crap."
>The photo was of Trixie nuzzling your sleeping face.
>It has the words, "Anon, the Ponysnuggler!" written in ink over it.
>This is bad, for both of your images.
We...have a problem.
>Trixie just rolls her eyes.
>"Ya don't say."

>You are Fluttershy.
>You were miffed at what Trixie said to you.
>She had no right to say those things.
>And definitely no right to live with Anon.
>He was yours and yours alone.
>Even if he doesn't see it that way.
>But you have a plan.
>A plan that will have that human in your hooves.
>And all it will take, was a picture.
>It's a crude way of going about getting someone, but whatever it takes.
>In time, he will see how it is to be with you.
>And he will love being with you.

End of Part 4

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