Author's Note

Credit goes out to Forgotten Legend, who came up with the idea for this chapter.

'Used' Toys

"So," the Lyra Plushie toy started as she turned to her companion sitting next to her on the bed, "how many times does your stallion 'play' with you every day?"

The patchwork doll sat there holding herself, shivering and trembling, her loose red button eye waving about as she mumbled something about 'want it, need it spells', and 'that big red monster'.

The Lyra Plushie nodded her head, her friend's reaction answering her question. "Well, so long as he cleans you up afterwards, right?"

The patchwork doll muttered something in response, something that sounded like "machine-washable," and "too much fabric-softener."