Equestria shines in a gloomy, snow caked day. Hay bound roofs and dirt roads are blanketed with a foot of snow as flakes of frozen water cascade down from the dark grey clouds suspended above Ponyville. Teams of weather pegasi patrol the skies and keep watch over the free falling ice particles as ponies below the clouds hustle and bustle about around town. Foals, young and teenage, play in the snow, tossing snowballs, building forts, and writing their name with 'lemonade' snow. Along one of these roads, another unicorn and I trot along the pathway to Ponyville's community center.

"Thanks for tagging along, Lyra." I turn my head and thank my friend who walks next to me.

"Sure thing, Patient. You looked like you needed some company." The mint unicorn turns her head towards me and smiles, her expression warming me up slightly.

"Guh...I just wish I would've brought a fucking coat." I complain, shivering and lighting a small, hovering flame in front of me with a spell.

"Yeah, you should have thought that through just a bit." Lyra laughs, sending caked on snow pelting onto the ground that was once blanketing her grey, hooded sweatshirt.

"At least we're almost there..." I trail off with a shiver as the two of us near my place of therapy.

The building, surrounded by icy fir trees, stands behind a moat of snow and sidewalks. The main lawn of the community center spouts thin, recently planted trees.

"Well, I think it's about time for me to get a move on. I'll see you later, Lyra!" I give my goodbye as Lyra gives me a warming grin and waves at me as I gallop towards the metal-lined glass front door.

I stand in a hallway, right in front of a mahogany, closed door. The long, narrow slit of a window to the door is fitted with metal grating on the inside for some reason. The heat of the hallway burns my ears and nose, but I'm thankful to be inside and at my destination. I take a deep breath, let it go, and open the door.

Inside is an almost barren room fitted with carpet along the floor and a long window that stretches across the wall before me. A series of chairs are arranged into a circle before the window. Each and every chair, except for one, has a pony in it. One pony, an obviously aging unicorn with a white, balding mane, looks over at me and smiles.

"Ah, you must be Patient Care. Come in, we're just getting started with the session." The therapist happily greets me as I walk to the empty chair and take a seat.

I look around the circle, at each pony giving each other a disdainful look, and then at the two ponies sitting next to me; one of them being a white coated earth pony with a black and yellow striped mane. His flank bears a red, white, and blue shape I cannot identify. On the other side of me, a light green mare who looks to be in her late teens, sits bored and looking around the room with vacant eyes.

"Alright! Let's go around the circle and introduce yourselves! First say your name, your job, one thing you like to do, and the reason why you signed up for this." The therapist's pink iris eyes happily scan the crowd of pissed ponies before him.

Each pony, starting with the one to his right, stood up, gave the required information, and sat back down. This went on in a clock-wise fashion until the turn came for the filly next to me. She stood up...

"Polished Pins. I'm a tailor. I like to read. Mom forced me into this." She blankly spat, almost dripping with angst, before she sits back down.

My turn.

"My name's Patient Care, I'm a nurse, I like human and pony music, I've signed up for this myself, and I have some deep psychological shit that's not been fixed as of late." I rattle off my required lines with slightly more interest in my voice than Polished Pins and then sit down, the therapist nodding and grinning the whole time.

The earth pony next to me stands up.

"Name's Golden Mule, friends call me 'Gold'. I'm a wrestler. I love wrestling, and the court made me come here because I beat up some shifty looking unicorn who gave me a raw deal in the market...fuckin' Narwhals..." The gold and black mane earth pony clearly states.

"Mister Mule, we do not use racial slurs in here. Vulgar language is fine if you want to get your point across, but no racism is allowed in here." The unicorn therapist calmly and paternally scolds the wrestler as he blows a puff of sarcastic air through his lips.

"Anyways...let's continue." The therapist sighs and looks at the next pony.

"Human music, too?" Polished Pins leans over to me and asks as the next pony recited why she's here.

"Divine Heresy, Persephone, Isis..." I list a few names, leaning in and filling her in.

"Hmph. Not bad. Hydra's Wings all the way, man." She smiles; I smile back, having listened to that pony band many times before.

"Now that we've all got acquainted with each other, let's all talk about why we're here. Not about the circumstances. We'll do this in the same fashion as we did with the introduction." The therapist smiles at the group, who blankly and bemusedly gaze back.

The line goes through the group again until it reaches Polished Pins.

"I've just stopped giving a fuck about school, so mom starts to yell at me. I yell back and we get into big arguments." She states, shrugging and sitting back down.

I stand up.

"I worked in a field hospital in the War of Eth'narak Plains. Probably the stress just stayed with me and that's why I act so angry sometimes." I state and sit back down.

Gold's turn.

"I just hate those fucking Narwhals." He chuckles and eyes the therapist.

"Mister Mule! I need you to stop using that language! If you don't stop, then I must be forced to call security to remove you!" The therapist seems legitimately annoyed as his soft voice turns to one of frustration.

"I don't care what you have to say, Narwhal! I can say whatever the fuck I want, you money-grabbing, greedy whale!" He shouts, making the other 5 unicorns in the group visibly angry...including me.

I stand up and tap his shoulder with a hoof. He turns towards me and gives me a furious gaze.

"The fuck do you want, Narwhal??" His angry shout sends droplets of spit towards my face.

All is silent for a few seconds while I gather what I want to say; so silent a pen drops from the therapist's lap and lands on a floor, causing a sonic boom within the silence.

"Where did you learn to be such a cunt?" I quietly and blankly ask. The eyes of the group widen.

"Excuse me, ya fuckin' pig!?" Gold pushes me back with a hoof.

"I asked: where...did you...learn...to be...such...a cunt?" I slowly ask him, like asking a foreign Zebra something in broken pony-language.

"Fuck you, Narwhal! I don't gotta take shit from you, ya money grabbing banker shit sucker!" His frown turns to a confident smile.

"Call me Narwhal again." I tell him, making eye contact.

"Narwhal." He's right up in my face.

I nod and turn away towards Polished Pins, who's mouth is nearly agape and eyes are wide. I turn around to see that Gold is sitting, rubbing his eyes with his hooves. This is my chance...

Without warning or mercy, I buck my back legs furiously at Gold's head. A sick, visceral crunch echos around the room as the earth pony falls unconscious. Blood and bits of broken teeth litter the floor in front of the chair that Gold is slumped forward over as the wrestler bleeds from bruised cuts all along his cheek and forehead; his black eye visibly pulses from the impact of my hind legs. The room is silent, par for my heavy breathing; all eyes are upon me, some with horror and some with joy...the joyous ones come from the therapist, the other unicorns, and Polished Pins.

"I, uh...I've gotta...go..." I stammer as I slowly stumble towards the door, trying to act casual.

I rush out of the community center and flee into downtown Ponyville...

Author's Note

Sorry this had to come out so late, but I thought it'd be a nice addition.