Preview of the Next Chapter of All-American Girl · 10:48pm Jul 4th, 2013
“How are you feeling this morning?” Faust poked her head in to check on Twilight. The pepsis had spent most of the night scared out of her wits, and the former alicorn queen wondered what kind of hells the young mare had been through to react like that. Fortunately, unpredictable as always, Screwball had crawled into bed with Twilight, turned back into her normal pony form, and then turned herself into a giant plushie in an attempt to keep Twilight company. That only served to terrify the pepsis further and the end result of that was a sleepless night for everyone in the home.
The pepsis still looked a bit shaky. “I’m…I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“It’s okay,” Faust answered. “I don’t think Screwball’s offended, and she was trying to help. Most fillies usually like plushies.”
“I’m not used to….” Twilight trailed off before adding, “I’m not used to other things being in my bed and being nice.” The look on Faust’s face was one of sudden sadness, and Twilight instinctively curled into a fetal position, all the better to take the inevitable physical blows. “I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me!”
“I promise you, Twilight, no one…nopony…will ever hurt you again,” the redhead whispered softly, reaching down to stroke the terrified mare’s side. “I don’t know what happened to you, but I do know that so much of it was against your will, and it’s left you hurt and ruined. But we need to make you hearty and hale in order to protect Twilight Sparkle.”
“What’s she like?” The look in the pepsis’ eyes suddenly lit up; Faust wondered if this was the first time that it had ever occurred.
“I don’t know,” the redhead admitted, “but I’m told by a friend that she’s wise, courageous and loving. And that she would be happy to have a daughter like you.”
“Would she?” Twilight chirped at first, but then something settled in her mind and her ears drooped away as she said, “But I’m just a tool. How could she love me?”
Poor Twilight.