Title:           A Blueberry and Her Greenery 11-20
Author:          LineOfFlowers
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A Blueberry and Her Greenery
11-20
 
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.