poor jumbled thought he basically got rapped by Apple Bloom I feel sorry for you

5011842 I tried using my OC to what he is supposed to be like. Hence the attempts at being open and calm, the quick to anger at the obvious manipulations. I don't really count this as my ponysona though. He was just needed and fit. Thank you for worrying about me though.

5011860 no problem

Good

Wow, this chapter was quite dark. I like dark. Keep it up!

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Eh, it's not like she gave HIM the potion. He should've stopped her while she was stripping. *tsks*

This is why good therapists always keep a WAGHS* spell handy. Guaranteed to shut down a horny patient's libido or you're proper fucked!

* - Watch As Granny Has Sex

5013882 I... I, I don't know what to say. I'll be honest, I don't know how normal psychiatrists work.

5013882 True but based on what happened Apple Bloom wasn't giving him a choice

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I was joking. And saying he wasn't raped.

I LOVED IT! You sir have kept me pleasantly satisfied! Please continue your great, and AMAZING, work!
Also I am more than happy to help you anyway I can!!

Oh dear oh dear, poor little Apple Bloom...

It is possible that Jumbled was right, and the potion didn't give her thoughts that weren't there already... But that doesn't mean that the potion hasn't amplified it ten or so times over.

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I'm glad he felt some regret for what he did.

Just finished reading all the chapters so far. It's well-written, I'll give you that. Detailed and lengthy descriptions during the act always elevate a work to a higher status. Although I would very much prefer that this wasn't anthro, it's ultimately your choice to choose how to write your works. Good day, and I wish you the best of luck on your future endeavors.

5091869 thank you, and it is for a multitude of reasons that I prefer to write clop anthro rather then choosing to stick to one side of the spectrum. I know I alienate mysef by doing that, but dems the breaks.

I'm sorry, but I don't think I like this story arc.

The first part, where Big Mac was basically just trying to protect Apple Bloom? Yeah, I could accept that, on the assumption AB drank the potion accidentally.

This part, where AB claims she drank it intentionally due to a twisted desire to be thought of as a 'real Apple', based in feelings of inadequacy due to Granny Smith apparently being verbally abusive? Sorry, no, that went so far out of character for all involved, especially since one of the primary traits of the Apple family - as defined by AJ's element - is their honesty, especially with being honest with each other. Not to mention how they're always caring for each other.

...just my two cents.

and Jumbled crying softly to himself.

And again... Here you have this ridiculuos over-the-top power fantasy, even with Applebloom starting to enjoy herself by thinking it's Big Mac... and you end it with such a reality slap to the face.
I... literally had to put my mobile down for a few minutes after reading this particular line, wich doesn't happen that often.

Congrats for that.

Also, him firing himself is one of the best characterization I've seen in a long time (Not as good as BRR, but nearing it... wich is an accomplishment in itself to me.)

“Hello Miss Bloom. Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable. I will be your psychiatrist today, Jumbled Thought.”

A blatant self insert? This should be good.

“And how does that have anything to do with being in your family? Your goals seem awfully contradictory since all you seem to me is like a lazy whore.” Jumbled knew he should calm down, but he was so thoroughly blue balled at this point that he couldn’t even think straight.

This can't end well.

Apple Bloom’s eyes lost focus as a small, almost creepy, smile appeared on her face. “An Apple mate should be ready to be a part of the family and hold their own on the farm. Anyone coming into the family has to have the makings already.” Her eyes snapped back into the focus. “Of course, I could just be some slut. What would your diagnosis be then?”

Oh daer.

Jumbled waved as the two left the office, but his secretary turned to him. “We don’t have anymore work today.”
“I know. At least, you don’t. I myself need to make some calls.”
“Why?”
“Why? Oh how I have been trying to figure out that question for so long, only to have the answer abruptly shattered by giving a patient a little too much freedom.”
The secretary furrowed her brows in confusion. “Did something happen in there?”
Jumbled bit his cheek as he grabbed his jacket and briefcase. “No. And that is exactly why I am firing myself. I will call for a replacement, and then I will be promptly leaving for Manehatten.” He glanced out the door. “I don’t think I can live with myself here, not anymore.”

I'm with you. This made me VERY uncomfortable.