The Therapist

You’re seated behind your desk, leaning back on your chair with your hands at the back of your head, waiting for that assistant Luna claimed to be sending. Something she had said about the ‘assistant’ caught your attention, though, the fact that it knew about your species even though being a hor- pony.

You reached into your left pant pocket and pulled out a piece of paper that seemed to have gotten crumpled during the little ‘incident’ you had earlier. Opening it out, you began to read what was written neatly on the paper.

Meet me at your place after work, you’ve been really stressed out lately and I want to help you relieve some of it after how those patients have been treating you. You deserve it.

Love, P

It still hurt, deep inside. The day you lost her to that tragic car accident was the day your life started becoming trashier day by day and always been stressed, unable to put it behind you. You neatly folded the piece of paper and put it back in your pocket and wondered why there wasn’t anyone claiming to be this assistant already here, “I swear if Princess Blue Bitch lied to me, I’ll-”

“Oh. My. GOSH!” shouted a cheerful, mint-green unicorn mare. “Y-you're a human!”

You stared at the mare in what could only be described as confusion, then you yelled back, “And you're a unicorn!”

She began slowly walking toward you with a crazy grin on her face and her eye twitched just a little bit when she spoke, “Everypony called me crazy for thinking humans exist! Said I was too obsessed! But here you are!”

You chuckled nervously, “Well, can't say they were wrong about you being crazy!”

The unicorn gasped. “Where are my manners!? I'm here to assist you in better understanding our species!”

“And I get partner with a crazy hor- pony that's obsessed with humans.” You rubbed your temple and muttered, “That pony better keep up to her promise.”

The unicorn reached into her saddlebags and pulled out a piece of paper which looked like a form then handed it over to you, smiling, “Here's the list I created of the ponies that are having personal problems that require your assistance!”

You looked at the paper and saw quite a few odd names written on it, “So, this all them?” You asked.

She nodded and replied, “Yup! That's all of them!”

“Well... What's your name?”

“Lyra heartstrings, but you can just call me Lyra!”

You smiled and replied. “Well Lyra, we got a date with Twilight Sprinkle!”

“It's Sparkle.” She corrected, helpfully.

You waved her off and muttered, “Whatever.”