>Be Starlight Glimmer.
>In Our Town, doing the rounds checking in with everypony.
>You had unmarked a new friend a week ago and they're still causing you issues.
>Normally a single day in the re-education home would be enough for even the toughest of cases but even after restricting food and sleep things hadn't improved.
"Double Diamond, how is our guest this morning?"
>"Oh Starlight good morning! We're not sure, we took turns banging pots outside the door to keep her from having any of those nightmares you told us about but she's still just been whimpering when we listen at the window."
"I see. Well I'll go check in with Sugarbelle to get our new guest's breakfast and then we can all see if she's ready to join her new friends."
>Internally you force yourself to stop from grinding your teeth and growling.
>When you first stumbled across the famed princess's student trembling in the train station bathroom while picking up supplies with other townsfolk to build a new cottage you had been delighted at the opportunity, and a few quick words had been enough to get the meek creature to come along.
>Really you should have left her.
>She had been nothing but trouble, you really we're sure what Celestia saw in her.
>The trip back had taken twice as long with Double Diamond and Party Favor continually stopping the wagon to check on their guest and ask you over and over what was wrong with her.
>You shudder at the memory of the sticky puddle she had left on the rolls of canvas.
>Thankfully a cleaning spell had removed most of the stains, but it had taken a few repeated casts.
>The unmarking was another disturbing memory you wish hadn't stuck in your mind quite so vividly.
>She knew unmarking was not a comfortable experience.
>She had never experienced it herself but even the steadfast Party Favor had almost sobbed during his own ceremony.
>Having a pony squirt was a new one.
>She had managed to hide most of the visual with some quick illusions and extra magical sparkle but the sound and smell still haunted the edges of her conscious.
>Unity forbid she ever have to do it again, but if she did a gag would be mandatory.
>Buck…
>Now if only that had solved the issue.>Re-education was its own host of problems.
>Sugarbelle's soft tones cut through your ruminating.
>"Starlight, you feeling alright? Want some extra coffee today?"
"Ah, sorry Sugerbelle. Just thinking about our new friend."
>"Ah of course. I hope she is ready to come out today and be our friend!"
>You force yourself to smile back at her grin.
"Anyway I'm here to pick up her breakfast as well, once I'm done mine we'll all get together and check on her"
>"Of course, I already put it into the basket for you!"
>You sit at the table outside to sip your coffee.
>Its alright, fresh, there's not too much to mess up with drip coffee.
>You nudge open the top of the basket and peek inside.
>Soggy toast, some cold oats, and a small bottle of milk which would probably be room temperature by the time it was drank.
>You were glad that you had your own little kitchenette in your cottage. Equal food made sense, but sometimes a mare needs something special.
>Leaving the empty mug on the table you levitate the basket onto your back and make your way to the end of the street, making your way to the cottage with the pair of pots hanging on a hook by the door.
>The townsponies were keeping their distance from the building as you made your approach, you didn't blame them.
>Reaching the door you placed the basket next to it and took a deep breath, steeling yourself before fixing a wide smile on your face and turning to look at your ponies.
"Alright friends, lets see how if our new friend is ready to come out!"
>Turning back to the door your smile gets a bit less convincing, eyes betraying your distaste for what you need to do.
>You knock thrice, and with your magic undoing the locks, open the door.
>The overpowering scent of sweat tears and marecum assaults your senses like a manticore with morning breath.
>Your ears twitch as the sound of soft muttering reaches them along with a frantic shlicking which picks up in intensity as you take a step into the room basket levitating beside you.
>You're trying to hold it like an offering but are struggling to not think of using it as  a blunt weapon as you eye the sweaty mare trembling in the middle of the room.
>Her eyes are wide and with heavy bags and struggles to meet yours for longer then a fraction of a second.
>Her mane and tail?
>Matted with oils and messy, but not the main source of the horrific stench.
>You glance at the previous days basket where it sits tipped over in the corner, mentally tracking how much she had eaten.
>Few bites of toast maybe, some of the milk.
>The blanket that had been folded in the bottom of the basket was sitting in the other corner, once pale cream fabric stained horribly.
>Probably part of the smell.
>You carefully levitate the new basket into place and gather up the old one, several cleaning spells already trying to suppress the smell before you had to carry it out of here.
>Then you take a final step into the room, properly looking down at the supposed-ed "princess's student" and trying to put on your best caring/gentle voice.
"So, Twilight, are you ready to embrace your new friends and life in equality without your cutie mark?"
>You had mixed up your opening question the first few times, now you felt like you were just reading off  a script.
>The soggy mare's shaking increased in intensity and her muttering continued for a few moments as her gaze drifted along the wall behind you before some part of your words reach her and her gaze snaps back to you.
>Tears start to pour out of her and her breathing rate suddenly spikes.
>"A-are you h-here to b-break me… p-please hurt me…"
>She gasps and her leg trembles, and you step back in disgust.
"Alright, looks like our new friend needs more time, we'll check again tomorrow everypony"
>You can't get out fast enough, but you keep composure and focus on keeping your smile gentle and tone even.
>The locks clicking closed on the cottage door are a weight off your mind.
>You can put off dealing with her for another full day now, focus on other parts of Our Town.
>You really should just dump her out in the desert one of these days.
>But the princess's student is just too valuable a pony to throw away.
>Grumbling to yourself you head back to your cottage at the end of the lane to record new messages to add to the loop, maybe somehow you can get through to her.