Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

The door whooshed closed and Angstrom was gone. My resolve not to weep in front of him collapsed.

“My baby,” I sobbed, “is she alright?”

“I’ll check.” Johnson groaned as he stood. His pants were still around his ankles and he wobbled as he bent to pull them up. “She should be fine, babies are well protected – parents are supposed to stay sexually active during pregnancy. But first—” He took my arm, dabbed a line of medication along the dark shadow of a vein in my wrist. “Post-trauma tranq. It’s safe for pregnant women, we use this in the E.R. if we’re not sure.” He released me as the last of it soaked through my skin. His hands shook as he dosed himself as well. “This will keep us going right now, and discourage the development of PTSD.”

Grabbing another dispenser he drew a sense web of transponder nanos across the equator of my belly; already his hands had stopped shaking. With some surprise I realized that I was no longer quivering, no longer wracked by tears. The trauma was somehow set aside.

As the sensors synced, the holo display morphed into coherence and showed my daughter floating placidly, buoyed on the inner sea. All the readouts overlayed around the 3Dimage were green.

“Thank Celestia.” I raised a hand in praise, or supplication. “Keeper of the sun have pity on your servant I pray. I will swear you my fealty, I will serve you with my life or my death, but save me, save my daughter. Save Twilight’s child from this twisted world.”

Dr. Johnson waited until he was sure I had finished my prayer before he spoke.

“Your baby’s healthy,” he said, “you saw the readout. I should check you, too.” He glanced at my groin. “Uh, may I?”

Slowly I parted legs that I had clamped together.

He didn’t bother with gloves, we were fluid bonded now. Wet pubic hair pressed against my thighs as he spread me. I tried not to think about what my nether fuzz was soaked with. The thought of Angstrom’s– of his– still in me–

I took a breath and fought down the panic.

Instead I focused on the examination. Johnson’s fingers were more gentle than a cold speculum would ever be, as he checked me for injuries. After a moment he snapped off the penlight and stood.

“Your vagina’s pretty roughed up but your cervix is fine. You’ll bleed a little, but it should stop by morning. If it continues or increases, get attention immediately, don’t wait it out. I’ll give you my direct contact number, or you can just go to the E.R.”

I nodded my understanding of his instructions.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, but no vaginal sex for a few days. If your husband comes back, just blow him, okay?”

That almost got a chuckle out of me.

“Do you want to file a report… for what just happened?”

“Are you crazy?” I demanded, “that fucking maniac will kill us.”

“I know he said that, but if you ever want to report, I’ll testify. Fuck, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him—”

“He’s a monster, inhuman. There was nothing you could do.”

“Let me take a swab so we can make sure he didn’t have anything contagious that we need to treat you for, then you can get cleaned up.”

“Do I need to worry about catching anything from you?”

“No.” He blushed crimson. “I was a virgin.”

And I called him an idiot; what a bitch.

“Helluva way to get your cherry popped. Is your ass okay?”

“It hurts, but I doubt he did any permanent damage, I’d be bleeding profusely. We have a shower in the staff breakroom you can use to clean up. After that I want to give you dose of goldboost, and if you’re stable enough to go home, uh, I could really use a shower too.”

“What’s a goldboost?”

“It’s an immune system upgrade, reserved for the oligarchs. Transcendental technology. Not even patients with top medical have access to it. Here, I’ll show you where the shower is.”

—

I showered under stingingly hot water like I was trying to cleanse myself of guilt rather than the physical stains of sweat and semen but I knew that no amount of soap and water could remove the feeling of filth that had soaked into my body. After only ten minutes of obsessive scrubbing I forced myself to stop.

—

According to the clock in the exam room where I sat naked, I had been over an hour in the shower. Soon Johnson returned with test results.

“He didn’t have anything contagious, though I don’t understand some of these markers, he might not be fully human. I ran myself too, so you can see that I really am clean.”

Infectious agents: none, read the summary under both printouts.

Before any more time passed, I owed him an apology.

“I’m sorry for calling you an idiot,” I said. “That obviously wasn’t true.”

“All forgiven, it was a stressful experience. I’m, um, sorry for raping you.”

“You didn’t rape me. Angstrom was the only person doing any raping. You were just doing what you had to, to stay alive. To keep us all alive. I don’t blame you for anything that happened. I’m sorry he hurt you too.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“Come here,” I said, “listen, I don’t feel anything romantic for you, and you shouldn’t get any ideas about me, but I think the first woman you ever had sex with should kiss you.”

“But—”

I cut off his objection with my lips. It was clumsy, but after an awkward minute or two he began to get the hang of what he was doing and his hands began to grope towards my breasts. After a moment I pushed them away and broke the kiss.

“That’s all.” I smiled as best I could in the circumstances.

“Why?”

“Just to show that there is no animosity between us – you need to know, down in the core of your being, that I don’t blame you. You were not the assailant. Can I get dressed now?”

“Wait a sec. The boost works best on thin skin – your inner thigh would be ideal.”

I rummaged my clothes for my panties before climbing back onto the exam table, but couldn't find them.

“My underwear is gone,” I commented as I climbed up to sit with my knees apart. They wouldn't have covered anything he hadn’t seen, and more, already.

“He probably took it as a trophy. Do you believe all the stuff you told him?”

“Twilight? Magic?” I placed my hands together, palm to palm. Drawing them apart I summoned a sphere of pure milky light. In Equestria any well educated unicorn a third my age would know dozens of more impressive spells where I could barely manage a foal’s light spell, a disguise spell, some wobbly momentum effects. The more difficult magic I had learned from Naughtious was no more indicative of my true skill level than giving a toddler a gun – and about as safe.

Johnson poked at the ball of light – his hand passed through it unhindered.

“Yes, Doctor, I believe in magic.”

I let the light fade away.

“For the record,” he said, “I didn’t see that.”

I couldn't blame him for not wanting to acknowledge an actual anomaly, even a small one.

Johnson opened a dewar flask that was now resting on the counter. He used ceramic tipped tweezers to retrieve a small golden square, no larger than a postage stamp, from the platform rising up from the swirling mist. By the time he placed it against the skin of my inner thigh it was merely cool.

“Leave this on for ten minutes; it will fall off and disintegrate when it’s done interfacing. You’ll never get any of a dozen plus diseases that plague the lower strata of mankind, your cartilage will never wear out, and you’ll grow new teeth every thirty or forty years. Your daughter will get the benefits too. It should at least double your lifespans. Any future children either of you have will gain some benefit but not as much.”

I looked down at the golden device, a bright glint against my leg.

“What’s something like this cost?”

“If you could sell it without getting caught by the Imperiate, you could ask billions for one of these. You, er, really can’t tell anyone you’ve had this treatment.”

“Why’d you use it on me?” The golden sticker still gleamed bright on my thigh. “I can’t pay for it.”

“This one was reported lost, a courier got blown up on the way out of my old building, but his dispatcher thought he hadn’t made his drop yet. There’s no record of it. The agent said you were getting the Oligarch treatment. As a humble subject I can only obey.”

That tranquilizer must have been some good fucking shit: I laughed.