Title:           A Blueberry and Her Greenery 21-30
Author:          LineOfFlowers
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/A57Dexin
First Edit:      Tuesday 23rd of February 2016 11:15:56 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 27th of February 2016 08:30:04 PM CDT

A Blueberry and Her Greenery
21-30
 
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.