Author's Note

Sorry this one took longer than expected, porn and real life problems got in the way, not only that, but we started writing a story and half way through we realized we didn't like it, so we scrapped it .

But this one is here now, another CMC episode, much as I'm sure everyone loves those .

Episode 8: Treatment to the Traumatic Trio

Character Sheet:
Sweetie Belle
Apple Bloom
Scootaloo
Doctor Armless
Jacob
Maud
Ebola-chan [Pony form]

“Master, do we really have to do therapy?” Sweetie Belle moped to Jacob, walking down the cobblestone path to the clinic with her ‘friends’, Scootaloo and Applebloom.

“Well I would say no in most any case,” Jacob began, “ but your sister and her friends didn’t appreciate you burning down the school for the third time this month. As fun as it is to burn shit, burning that shit was pretty bad. She also says not only is it the school, it’s the whole act you’ve been putting up ever since you met me. What’s even dumber than that is she told me to walk you guys there, so she doesn’t trust me but she trusts me enough to lead you three dysfunctional shits to the therapist.” They arrived at the clinic, and as they opened the door a waft of old people and medicine surrounded them.

“Oh god it smells like the old POW camps back in WW2” muttered Jacob, pinching his nose shut. As they entered the building an old man wearing a clean yet wrinkled doctors coat with the sleeves bundled, where the arms should be, stumbled towards them.

“Ah, you little critters must be my 4 o’clock, please take a form from the front desk and I’ll be right with you.”The old man said smiling warmly.

“Shure thang… Stumpy *hic* heheh…” Applebloom slurred. With that they went to the waiting room and did waiting room things.

“Oh, hello there” a very boring gray looking pony said even more dull than she looked. “I’m here to get therapy for my boyfriend Boulder, what are you here for?”

“Multiple things actually. These girls are like a spin-the-wheel of messed up quirks. But they’re mainly here ‘cause they burned down a school…” Jacob replied rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh… how interesting” She replied flatly. “Boulder has been restless the last couple of nights,” She said holding up a rock in her hoof, “Hopefully he gets the care he needs. I care so deeply for him.”

“*hic* This.. *hic* bitch is crazy” mumbled Applebloom.

“THROW THAT ROCK AT ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!” Scootaloo shouted standing up on her back hooves on her chair.

“Sit down you fucking duck, even a nazi has more social skills than you do.” Jacob groaned, pushing her head down back into the seat.

An enthusiastic yet sickly pink pony with the ends of her hair forming into tentacles, and massive yellow eyes approached the four, “Hi! Here are the forms you are required to fill out. Also, have you heard of our lord and savior Ebola?”

“HITLER IS OUR SALVATION YOU GROSS PINK WHORE!” screeched Sweetie Belle, and she smacked the forms out of her mouth.

“MY GOD IS BETTER THAN YOUR GOD BITCH!” Screamed Ebola-chan as her tentacle hair whipped out and aggressively wrapped around Sweetie Belle’s neck.

“NURSE! Control yourself!” another nurse screamed from the front desk. Ebola-chan slowly released the hold she had on Belle’s neck staring her down with immense ferocity and hatred, then stormed off. The old doctor then walked into the waiting room looking flustered.

“Sorry about that.. she’s new and is a bit of a hothead, you aren’t hurt, are you?” He asked, with a look of worry.

“Nah, she couldn’t do anything to me that the voices haven’t already done!” chirped Sweetiebelle.

“Wha… Alright, so anyway I’m ready for Scootaloo.” He stuttered.

“My body is ready.” Scootaloo replied cheerfully.

“J-just… follow me to this room, alright?” replied the armless withered old man.

The two walked into the neatly decorated room. Much more spacious and decorated than the smelly waiting room filled with dying old ponies.

“So, is this the part when you stick me with needles and light me on fire?” Asked Scootaloo.

The old man looked at her, surprised and mortified, “Good heavens no child, in fact we’re here to fix that very problem. You need to stop with such outbursts in public, asking of such horrific acts, and most certainly the acts themselves.”

“Aw.. but I love doing those things, why would I want to stop?”

“Well, your body is like a temple. You need not damage your temple any further than you already have. Tell me, why do you hurt yourself so much? Parental issues or problems at home?”

“Well, I don’t have a home. I kind of just follow my friends around and try to fit in. My parents died after I was born. They decided to drink and fly. It didn’t end well. So… in a way I’m kinda like batman! Minus the millions of dollars and the batcave… I wish I had an Alfred” she replied, sounding more upset about being batman than being an orphan.

“I think we’re getting off topic, where do you sleep now? On the streets?”

“I sleep in a treehouse on a splintery wooden floor in a field that grows apples.”

“Have you, at the very least, considered buying a mattress or even a blanket?”

“Why would I? The splinters digging into my back feels marvelous and the cold digs deep into my bones!”

“Well Scootaloo, that’s all the time we had. I would love to get to know more about you, so I will schedule you and your friends in for another visit in for next week, same time same place. Try to overcome the lust you get from pain, and also try to find better living conditions.”

“Whatever, next time I come here you better have some hot coffee to throw in my eyes.” Scootaloo mumbled to herself as she left the room.

“Applebloom, you’re next.” The old man said as he entered the waiting room.

“*hic* Shure, only if you got the *hic* gud shet.” Muttered Applebloom as she wobbled walking into the therapy room place thing.

“So Applebloom, I can already tell you have a drinking problem, now I wa-”

“Nah nah... nah *hic* I purty much got it figured out!... I have a problum waiting f- *hic* for my next drank s’all.”

“Tell me Applebloom, why do you drink?”

“Cause it tashtes gud… *hic*”

“Now Applebloom, no one drinks ‘because it tastes good,’ I’m sure there’s a better reason why you’re drinking. This is a very open place, no need to feel threatened to tell the truth here.”

“I dunno… I gues its just that it makes everytin feel better *hic*.”

“You don’t have to rely on alcohol to improve your life. Take a walk, go vacationing to somewhere you’ve never been before, eat a sandwich even.”

“But I *hic* hav an allegory… I meen allergy to gluten… or whamever ish called.”

“Did you know many alcohols contain gluten in them, Applebloom?”

“*hic* but.. fin.. you got me duc. aye guis I’ll *hic* listen to yur advise.. burt I’m nawt quitin kold turkie ya hear!”

“Well I think that went very well Applebloom. Though I will expect to see you here next week, same time, same place.” The two walked back into the waiting room. Well… one walked, the other stumbled and tripped over a table.

“Alright Sweetie, you’re next and then you can all go home. Unless Jacob wants an appointment too” he replied jokingly.

“If I go in that shrink hole with you I swear on the furher I’ll beat you with your own arms! Or… your legs. Actually. I… whatever sorry about your arms.”

“Oh boy oh boy I can’t wait to tell you what the voices told me to tell you!” squealed Sweetie Belle.

“Neither can I…” The doc mumbled sheepishly. They once again arrived at the feely good feely good place that is the feely room of… feels. “Alright Sweetie Belle, it’s just us. You can tell me anything you like.”

“Nuh uh, Clarke is in here with us too!”

“Who’s Clarke?”

“He’s the voice in my head. He says silly things and tells me to do things sometimes. If I don’t he screams until I do it...”

“Tell me about what Clarke looks like, who does he remind you of?”

“Clarke doesn’t have a figure. He’s ethereal, he kinda sunk into my mind one night while I was sleeping. Ever since then we talk to each other in my head.”

“What do you do for him, if you don’t mind me asking of course.”

Sweetie Belle sat in silence for a second with a dull look on her face, staring deep into the eyes of the sweet old man, “... Okay, Clarke says it’s fine! Uhh, he’ll just ask me to do stuff for him to ‘prove my loyalty’ as he says. He told me to kill a cat once, poor Oppel, I can still hear her scream.”

“Okay.. how about Jacob, what’s your relationship with him?”

“We’re head over hooves in love with each other!”

“He seems more like a father figure to you.”

“I’m okay with my dad fucking me! Who wouldn’t be?”

“Sweetie Belle, I’m gonna be honest with you, it seems like you have an extreme case of schizophrenia.”

“Uh oh… Clarke didn’t like you saying that…”

“Sweetie, come back tomorrow. Same time. Same place, we’re going to explore this further”

“Sure.. sure.. doc.. do you have a bathroom around here?”

“Yes, over to your right, go ahead in.”

“Thanks…” Sweetie Belle replied as she stood up and went to da baffrum. The doctor stood up and checked to see if the hidden tape recorder is still recording. Once he confirmed that it was indeed still recording he started speaking into the microphone.

“Scootaloo, while obviously having masochistic tendencies won’t be much of a danger to herself or others for now, will keep a close eye on her behavior. Applebloom is however a clear alcoholic and has most likely permanently damaged her brain. going to try and look into her family, didn’t notice any bruises but her psyche is clearly damaged from domestic affairs. Sweetie Belle, severe schizophrenia for sure. Medication is going to be needed for most of her adult life. Afraid of what this ‘Clarke’ character made her do.” With that he slammed his face on the recorder, turning it off. “I miss my arms…” he said to himself with a sigh.

The doctor stood up and proceeded out to the waiting room. He motioned the three over and informed them of how the sessions went, and reminded them again of their next session.

“Wait, where’s Sweetie Belle?” Jacob asked suspiciously

“She had to use the bathroom. I normally don’t speak about my patients into great depth, but you are more of a guardian of her than anyone else, including her own sister. No offense sir, she is clearly schizophrenic, and may need medication several times today, she will require more visitation as to peg down her exact affiliation with the Clarke character she described, with more research I can see just what may be best prescribe to her. As for the o-” Just then the sound of the fire alarm sounded. Ponies beginning to panic, running around screaming. Jacob sensed that Sweetie Belle was the culprit, he ran to the bathroom and kicked down the door. Before him laid an unconscious pony and a very very smoke riddled bathroom. He braved the burning room as he rushed in and scooped her up. However opening the door allowed the smoke to escape and the fire to spread into the room.

“Psychiatrist-kun, the front automatic doors are blocked and won’t open,” Ebola-chan said, running into the room, followed by Maud.

“Please, save Boulder, take me instead you damned fire.” She replied very… boringly.

“I have an idea,” Jacob said reassuringly, he turned to the window in the doctor’s feely good office of feel-good™, and shot it open. “C’mon, get through the damn window if you value your life!”

One by one, the threw themselves out the window, Jacob helping the doc out the window, since ya know, he ain’t got no hands… Once out the building was already smothered in flame and smoke.

“What of the others?” The doc asked shaking. Just then the building collapsed into itself, most likely killing everyone inside.

“... What others?” Scootaloo asked.

“C’mon, breathe damn you!” Jacob said, pushing into Sweetie Belle’s chest, clenching his teeth, tears forming around his eyes.

Professor Armless quickly approached them, “I know CPR, allow me.” Jacob was fighting the notion to either kill him or allow him to try. He quickly stood up and moved out of the way to give him room. The doc propped her on her side, and kicked her as hard as he could in her chest, immediately her eyes shot open, coughing up puff after puff of black smoke.

“Eheheh, you look lika *hic* cigarette” stammered Applebloom.

Jacob pushed the doctor aside and quickly cradled Sweetie in his arms, “Little one, why do something as deadly as what you did?!”

“Clarke... “ Was all she could muster. Jacob embraced her closer to him, thanking furher she was not killed.

“Clarke won’t bother you anymore honey, we’ll get the help you need.”

“Good luck with that, what with the ONLY FUCKING PSYCHIATRISTS PLACE BURNED DOWN!” Ebola-chan thundered.

“It’s okay Master… I think he got smothered out by the smoke… I only need one person to tell me what to do… you.” Sweetie Belle coughed.

“Well I’m prescribing you some Clozapine, and a restraining order away from me.” The Doc sighed.

“I’m going back to the rock farm, maybe Boulder will be fine after all.” Maud said dully.

“I will follow as well, I originally had a room in the basement of that now crushed building to sleep in, since it’s now gone I will take up residence with you.” Ebola-chan replied, clearly upset, “Do you have any spare bedrooms?”

“We have the rock storage silo available.”

“Perfect, just get me the fuck outta here.” With that Ebola-chan and Maud walked back to the rock farm.

“I’m going home, getting a nice big glass of whiskey, and forgetting this day happened,” the doc said to himself, and began moping back to his house, while Applebloom tagged along, hoping to score some booze.

Jacob carried Sweetie Belle back to her house, explaining to Rarity what had happened, and helping her into bed. With that the left the boutique in return of his mansion, and his luxuriant sofa that awaited his naked body. He paused for a moment on the way back, and turned around, noticing Scootaloo following from a distance, trying her best to stay hidden behind an oak tree. “Come on out Scootaloo, I can see you cowering.” With that she slowly trotted out from behind the tree, looking embarrassed and even a bit sad. “Why the tears little one?”

“Well… the doc kinda thinks the tree house is a bad idea for me to sleep in. I tried to sneak into Rarity’s to stay there, but she locked the door behind her, so I was…”

“Spit it out.” Jacob said, folding his arms into each other, resting them on his belly.

“... Was going to try to sneak into your mansion,” murmuring the last bit. Jacob was about to scold her, but saw just how serious she was being, and how close she was to the brink of tears, she almost looked like… Sweetie Belle.

“I… Fine, but don’t take this in a good way. You will clean the house and watch over it while I’m gone. Understood?” Scootaloo did not answer, she walked up to Jacob, rubbing her head against his pant leg, smiling. Jacob rubbed the back of his head, blushing, “T-that’s a yes then. Next time use your words.” The two walked back home together, and they all lived happily ever after… until our NEXT story!