Author's Note

Barking is in fact Screwy. This was done to avoid confusion and repetition between saying the characters names.

Group Therapy

“Woof, woof, woof!”

“Hiss!”

Nurse Redheart smiled as she entered. Barking Mad was already chasing Screwball around the room, but it didn’t worry her. These two only ever seemed to really get along with each other, but it never seemed to help either as all they did was indulge in a fantasy and run around to chase one another. Then again, that is also why the director only lets me do this with them once a week for group ‘therapy’. She knew it made Screwball happy though, and she believed Barking enjoyed it too.

One of Screwball’s hooves slipped on the linoleum floor and she crashed to the floor with a small laugh escaping her lips instead of the frantic meows that normally accompanied the game. Barking was on top of her instantly, growling and snapping at her face. The blue mare’s demeanor swiftly changed as she bent down and laid next to Screwball, wrapping the little filly in her hooves and pulling her tight like a pup, an acknowledgement that the game was over. A growl came from the back of her throat as Redheart came closer.

“I’m sorry Barking, but Screwball has a visitor that she needs to go see.”

Screwball gasped as she attempted to get out of the grip of her friend, but was swiftly dragged back into the hug. “Is it dad?”

Barking’s brows narrowed and a smaller growl came from her. Redhead forced her smile to stay as she helped Screwball from her prison. “Yes, it is. Now, we don’t want to keep him waiting, do we?”

Screwball waved back at Barking as she followed Redheart. “See you next week!” She turned away as a loud bark came from the gray maned pony, ignoring the growl that came afterwards.

A quick glance let Redheart spot a stifled yawn. “You sure you’re awake enough for this?”

The little filly visibly stiffened and forced a bounce into her step. “I am, I swear. Just a little tired after playing with Barking.”

Redheart smirked and nodded. “I’m happy that you two are so close.”

“Me too. Now if only she could talk…”

A white hoof came around her and Nurse Redheart bent her knees to be closer to her. “I could always talk to you.” She looked down when Screwball looked away and puffed her cheeks out. “Well, at least you have him to make you happy.”

Screwball nodded and bounced into the room, missing the look of shame upon Redheart’s face. Instead, she saw the Filthy’s beaming smile as he slid off his chair and walked over to her. “Good morning Dammph!” She found herself in another lewd kiss as Filthy’s hooves came around her. His experienced tongue ran over hers before wrapping around it and sending electricity coursing through her body by the gentle twisting and pulling going on in her mouth. It was practical bliss until the hoof running along her back brushed against her rump and then pressed into it. “Mmp!”

Filthy pulled away and smiled at her. “I’m happy to be greeted by a smile this time.” He gestured towards the one end of the table. “I got them to set the chairs up, just for us.”

She let out a small squeal, the excitement for their time together pushing away the odd ending or the fact that he still kissed her like that. Screwball hopped onto the chair and bent so that only her eyes were over the table, or so she thought. “Are we going to play that game today?”

Mr. Rich took a deep breath as he looked at the cute pink rump that stood prominently in the air while he sat. Keep calm. Do this too quickly and she might panic, or worse. “Well, with how excited you were for simply getting prepped, I thought maybe I would spend today trying to teach you how to pick up the cards and deal them.”

She nodded eagerly before freezing. “Um, uh, actually…” She looked down. “I’m sorry. I was at group therapy with Barking and we’re not allowed to bring anything to group therapy, so I,” she stopped as Filthy placed a hoof on her shoulder. A quick glance at the hoof and a sheepish blush was soon followed by a large yawn.

“Are you tired?”

“No!”

“Are you lying?”

Screwball put a hoof over her mouth and furiously shook her head. A small chuckle escaped Filthy and he jumped down from his chair. “Come down honey.”

She slowly came down, her eyes unable to meet his. “I swear I didn’t lie. Promise. I’m wide awaaaai.” She covered her wide open mouth again as tears filled her eyes. No. I can’t be sleepy. He’ll leave then and I won’t have anyone to talk to until he comes back.

The hoof came back to her face and wiped away a tear. “Lay down on your belly.”

Screwball did as she was told and Filthy trotted behind her. A hoof came gently upon her back and started to rub at the shoulder blades of the filly. She let out a small groan as tension she never knew she had was kneaded into. “It hurts a little.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll hurt at first, but it should start feeling amazing real soon.” His hoof dug in deeper at just that moment, eliciting a stronger yelp from her.

“I don’t believe you.” She waited for his response, but soon felt his muzzle on her neck and his breath in her ear.

“Trust me, please.”

She loosened up, believing in his promise as the knots in her back started to undo themselves and a soothing pressure got through the fierce pain. “Ma-maybe you’re right.”

He smiled as his hooves and body moved lower down the body and rubbing down the filly further. Each few inches would cause another squeak of pain from her, but a few light kisses on her body and a little time would bring her back to a state of calm. Then his hoof sunk into her rump.

“Yeep!”

“What is it?”

Screwball looked back at Filthy and saw a trusting smile looking back at her. Why isn’t he thinking this is weird? What if this isn’t weird? It feels good, just like the kisses do. Ma-maybe it is nothing. “No-nothing. Promise.”

Filthy nodded and started to knead into the small filly’s rump in front of him. His gentle touch sent slight thrills of electricity through her as he kept going. It warmed her, and caused butterflies to get into her stomach, even though all that was happening was her father touching her. She tried to use that as an excuse to relax, and at first it worked. However, a breeze against her most private place put every hair on her on edge from the sudden sensation.

Filthy stepped back as Screwball’s legs kicked out and she scrambled away from him, falling as her hooves didn’t quite wake up as fast as she did. He looked at her dumbfounded. “What happened?”

Her tail clamped down on her rump as she took in deep breaths, simply staring at him. She didn’t know what to say. What if she had been wrong and accusing him of something like that would make him angry, make him leave? Screwball decided she couldn’t risk it, not yet. “Nothing, I guess.”

He breathed out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I should go. It’s obvious you’re uncomfortable and little fillies should get their sleep when they need it.” He started to trot to the door when she spoke up.

“Yo-you don’t have to go, promise!”

Filthy looked back and shook his head. “You need more time to get used to being open around me. I’ll give you that time.”

She ran after him, slamming head first into the shut door as it closed behind him. There she sat, crying, wishing her body hadn’t forced her to react, that she could have ignored that odd breeze that was just that, a breeze. At least, that’s what she told herself.