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Sunlight never felt so good. Val tripped at the threshold and fell to her hands and knees. Something half-buried in the dirt dug into her hand, leaving a painful brownish-red smear. She stumbled to her feet and wiped her hands against her hips, scanning the edge of the jungle for any approaching enemies. Nothing. In the background, she could just make out El Víbora's smooth, relaxing voice, telling her friends to sleep, to relax, to listen and obey. So easy to just listen and obey. To sleep. To relax. To... "Fuck!" She slapped herself across the face with her bloody hand, wincing as a clump of mud managed to land in her eye. The twins

Bad Therapy Chapter I  Mesmerized Musicians Vinyl Scratch watched as Octavia paced back and forth throughout the waiting room.  They were in the new psychologist’s office in Ponyville.  The renovations to the building were so recently finished they could still smell faint traces of fresh paint. “Calm down Tavi you’ll be fine,” Vinyl said. “What if I’m not? What if this is permanent?  What if I’m stuck playing nothing but cider halls the rest of my life?” Octavia said, turning towards Vinyl, her eyebrow twitching. Before Vinyl could respond the secretary pony statione

Don't fight it. Submit. Succumb. Surrender. Val was surrounded by screens. Swirling, pulsating, twisting screens that beckoned her to gaze into them like shop windows, getting lost in their wonderful, fascinating displays for hours and hours. For all she knew, she'd been doing just that. For hours, or even for days. Time vanished the moment Tessa jabbed her with that long, wicked-looking needle. Filled her body with whatever it was that made her feel so, so good. In fact, I could use another jolt of that stuff. It felt so good to just relax and look at the screens. Relax and watch the screens. Relax, and watch. Relax. "What's..." Her eyes w