"I know when I whacked Henrietta the Horsefly to death with my tail it was all an accident caused by an instinctive reflex, but I still feel completely responsible!" Fluttershy sobbed.
The grief counselor tried not to roll their eyes as they opened an umbrella to protect themselves from the falling fountains of saltwater tears.
"People think I'm such a nice pony but in truth my hooves are stained with the blood of innocents! What will my friends think of me if they found out? What would Rainbow Dash think of me?"
"Hmm?" the grief counselor raised an eyebrow "Rainbow Dash? You mean the weather pegasus who saved Ponyville? I thought she was your friend."
"Oh she IS my friend! Though she might not want to be if she knew what a terrible-"
The counselor held a hoof up to silence her "Hold on. You said "my friends" and then you said "Rainbow Dash". You didn't mention any of your other friends by name, just her. Why is that?"
"Oh..." Fluttershy's tears ceased as she paused to think about it. "Well I-I suppose I've known her the longest out of all my friends..."
"Fluttershy," the counselor closed the umbrella and tossed it to the side "I want to discuss this more. You mentioned your friends and then Rainbow Dash as if the "friend" category didn't suffice to cover her. Could it be that Rainbow Dash fits in a different category for you?"
"Umm...well...you mean like...best friend?"
The counselor shook his head and sighed "Fluttershy, you're a little clueless, so I'll just make it easy for you-Do you want to make sweet passionate love to Rainbow Dash, be the mother of her fillies and live in a union of affectionate romance and companionship for the rest of your days?"
"Well..." Fluttershy thought about it for a few long seconds before her face lit up with a smile "...yes. Yes I do want that. Oh my! Did I just say that aloud? No!" she squeaked.
Fluttershy's counselor watched as Fluttershy curled up and shrunk before his eyes until she was the size and shape of a ping-pong ball.
That's definitely going to take a few sessions to cover.
"So...same time next Tuesday?"