Buck Club

The help groups became my new addiction. There was no denying it and I wasn’t going to. They were the only cure to my insomnia. I stared at church notice board at the different group meetings and their times. I couldn't resist the temptation and joy that they brought me with every visit. My thoughts would always linger though with the idea that maybe I had no right to be there. I had no illnesses or diseases of any kind. My health is what each of these ponies craved, and yet their crying and compassion is what I craved. I felt ashamed of myself, but then I soon realized that I also helped them as much as they helped me. I gave them shoulder to cry on and a kind face willing to listen to them. When I said nothing everypony would assume the worse and they would cry harder for me.

A disease known as Discord Cell Anemia is a rare Inherited Disease. Highly painful, random changes occur in a ponies system. Your blood could turn into chocolate, hair changes to cotton candy, basically anything that causes chaos in a ponies system,The condition is incredibly rare. The worst part about it is there is no cure and most ponies don't live past the age of 40.

I was at at, Return to Harmony, a help group for ponies with this disease that meets every Friday night at the church chapel. The meeting consists of mainly meditation and one on one talks with the other ponies. I preferred the one on one interaction, but the meditation would always send me on some Daring Do adventure. I read Daring Do books as a filly. She could go on adventures that I could only fantasize about. Being raised by rich, uptight parents they never approved of doing anything fun.

The group leader was standing against a podium in the front of the chapel with her eyes on all of us as she began.

"Now everypony close your eyes and begin concentrating on your innermost desires. That door you keep locked from the outside world. It's only you in there, so you are safe from any judgement or ridicule."

I started imagining the beginning of my journey through the jungle as I headed to the Azflank temple to explore its inner most depths. As I entered the temple, I looked around at the golden walls. I continued to explore the long passageways I could still hear the leader's voice echo through the tunnel.

"You continue to do whatever you please in your paradise, but then you look to find some thing that is part of you."

I reached the end of the passage way to find a massive pedestal with a huge golden cello next to it. The cello turned on it's own to face me with it’s tuning pegs and looked at me and said in a deep voice, "Play"

I walked outside after the meeting and headed home.Every night I felt alive again like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Next week I stood on my hind legs hugging Bon Bon. She loved me because she thought I was in the early stages of Avarian Cancer. So there I was with my legs wrapped around her; being careful not to touch her wings, and my head on her chest getting ready to cry

I was on my holiday.

We continued this embrace until all of a sudden another mare trotted into the room. She was a mint green coat unicorn with light green and white mane. She looked around at everypony and with an unemotional voice said,"The door said this was cancer. Am I in the right place?"

The whole group stared at her dumbfounded. Until Bon Bon nodded at her and in an amused tone the green pony said, "Great, I'll go get my name tag!" She galloped over to the side of the room to a table with the name tags on it. Picked one up with her magic and wrote on it with a quill and then sat down in a slumped position. Her tag said Lyra Heartstrings.

Unicorns do not get Avarian Cancer, nor do they actually get sick at all. They are a generally a perfect breed, resistant to all known diseases. Lyra was obviously a liar, yet she kept coming to my groups. All of them to be exact. What the buck was her problem? She had no reason to be at any of these groups, and she would show off her magic skills in front of everypony. Levitating a chair or lighting some small item on fire. It was annoying and I would glare at her in every meeting. Her lie reflected my lie and it prevented me from crying; Therefore I couldn't sleep.

Few weeks after Lyra's appearance, I was sitting in my Return to Harmony group and once again Lyra was sitting there a few benches behind me. She sat there in her usual slumped position and was making a quill float randomly around the room. Everypony else was able to ignore her, but I couldn't. Every time she did that, I wanted to grab her just and scream in her face:

Lyra, you huge liar! I can't stand you and your magic. I need this, so GET OUT!

The group leader was at the front again and began in her usual soothing voice,"Hello everypony, now before we begin tonight, Carrot Top would like to say a few words."

Oh Carrot Top, was an light orange coat pony with a dark orange, curly mane, but no pony would be able to tell because of the bandana she wore. The group leader motioned her forward; she got up and went to the front of the room. Her words were uneasy, but honest.

"Hello, I am still alive.......but I am not sure for along. The doctors say that they know it will be soon though.

She started tearing up after that, but wiped them away and continued.

"But I do have some good news. I no longer fear death."

Everypony clapped their hooves for her, but she apparently she wasn't done and spoke again in a flustered tone.

"I am still lonely though and I crave the touch of another pony. Mare or colt it doesn't matter to me anymore. I have a strap-on and unicorn shaped dildos for any...."

Upon being lightly tapped by the leader, she stopped talking and sadly sat down with a deep crimson blush. The leader spoke,"Please, thank Carrot Top for her...... uhm brave and honest words"

Nopony dared look at her, but said ,"Thank you Carrot."

We then started meditation and once again I was on my Daring Do adventure. I was inside the temple and glamoring at the beauty of the gold walls and their markings. Reaching the end of the passageway, instead of a pedestal there was Lyra, lazing against a bench until she heard me come in. She sat up to her signature slump, looked straight at me and said silently but it echoed through the hall, "Play."

The anger I felt for her only grew after that vision. She not only ruined my help group's cure to my insomnia, but she invaded my meditations. If I ever discovered any deadly parasite I would name it Lyra, because just like her no amount of magic or poison could rid me of it's existences.

After meditation there was one on one. Perfect time for me to get in her face about this issue. I trotted over to Lyra and without warning, I picked her up dragged her into my hug, but I hugged harder than I normally would. She didn't seem to really care and returned it with welcome hooves. In a flustered whisper I began.

"Why are you going to all my groups?"

"It's slightly entertaining and I enjoy the free salad."

What a bitch.

"How can you say that? These ponies are dying and you find it entertaining."

"No, but I pissed you off, and I find that funny."

FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU!!

Losing self control right will only make things worse. This must not register on an emotional level. Calmly I responded.

"All right. I need this and I can't cry when there is another faker in the room."

"You seem to have been practicing this. Is it going as well as you hoped?"

"Will you listen, please!" I practically yelled

Everypony around me heard that and looked at us ,and Lyra instantly put her head chest and began to cry. They shrugged it off and went back to the. Bringing my voice back down.

"Please, I just want to get to sleep and this is only way."

Lyra pulled away with a fake tear rolling down her face she said, "Fine, I'll take the groups on every other day starting Monday."

"No, no I want Avarion Cancer and that's Mondays."

"Oohh, is that because you have a thing for Bon Bon?" in a coy tone.

My face turning red,"No, because I am an earth pony. Unicorns don't get cancer."

"All right, whatever you say my little pony." with a smirk grin on her face.

I wanted nothing more than to buck her in the teeth, but seeing that the meeting was over as every pony began to leave. There was no reason to prolong this encounter. She began to walk off, but turned around for a second and said

"What's your name; Minty, Rainbow, Marshmallow? Any of those stupid names you have each night?"

At that moment, a random flash of a white pony with sunglasses appeared and disappeared in less than a second.

What the hell was that?

Ignoring Lyra's question and freaked out by the random flash, I galloped home thinking that maybe I was going insane.

I thank darthrex for editing this one. :)