Stoner in Equestria part 4

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>It is just too good to be true.
>You’re having too much fun in Equestria.
>Not once did you ever suspect you’d be smokin’ up with colorful ponies.
>Who knows who’ll want to smoke the dank next?
>Currently, you’re at Sugarcube Corner, sitting at a table enjoying the effects of the plant that brings peace and munchies to all who partake of it.
>The smoke is becoming more obvious to see in the air.
>Fluttershy sits to your left, looking out the window staring aimlessly to God knows where.
>Twilight sits at your right chatting with the others.
>Rarity and Dash sit across from you and Applejack and Pinkie have pulled up chairs.
>The Good Times bag lied on the table looking as sexy as ever with the healthy green sealed inside.
>You sift through your backpack, looking for some papers to roll yourself a joint
>Now, there’s only one question…
“Alright, who’s next? Who wishes to partake of the holy plant?”
>Pinkie suddenly raised a hoof, frantically waving it in the air.
>”Pick me! Pick me! Please please please!”
>You chuckle yourself from Pinkie being adorable.
>This silly hyped up pony has been a bug-a-boo for a while now.
“Alright, alright. Whoever has the Bad Wolf, pass it to Pinkie. I’m rollin’ up some joints.”
>Dash does exactly that, passing the lighter as well.
>Pinkie already knew what to do. As if it was second nature, the bong comes to her lips.
>With a swift flick, the wicked wick is lit that’ll help inflict upon her mind creativity and wit after she takes a good hit but sometimes you forget.
>…
>Fuck that sounded awesome in your head.
>She proceeds to breathe in the smoke in her lungs.
>You find the papers and now that you think about it, you should probably use them wisely.
>Curses.
>You put the papers away realizing the limited supply at the moment won’t last much longer.
>Pinkie exhales, coughing puffs of smokes shaped like cupcakes.
“Nnniiiice. You gotta teach me that.”


>Once she placed the bong back on the table, everybody watched her to see her reaction.
>Oddly enough, instead of saying something along the lines of ‘wat?’, ‘Whoa’ or ‘holy shit maaaan’, she remained quiet staring right at you.
>No emotional expression at all.
>She just stares at you.
>She does nothing.
>Oh God she’s one of those crazy fuckers isn’t she?
>”Pinkie? Are you okay?” Applejack asked.
>Applejack looks at you feeling a little worried about her friend.
>”She’ll be alright, right?”
“She’ll be fine Applejack, just give her some time to process things.”
>Ha, Applejacks. You’re totally talking to cereal.
>But seriously, you hope Pinkie will be okay.
>Even though everyone else seems to be worried about Pinkie, you shrug it off, not making too big a deal out if it.
>Mary Jane probably calmed Pinkie down or something, who knows?
>Twilight however was acting up a bit with her curious mind.
>”Whooa, heeey Rainbow Dash, look at your mane!”
>She slides out of her seat then walks over to Dash.
>She rubs her face against her mane, needless to say Dash felt uncomfortable.
>”What the fuck Twi? Cut it out.”
>”You’re like a real rainbow, but touchable. Sssshhh.”
>Fluttershy burst into laughter from that comment, leaning against you smelling like dank and lemons.
>”Pfff, touchable rainboooows! They’re pretty.”
>God Fluttershy is gone, now to see who’s next.
>Rarity for the most part was quiet, witnessing some of her friends acting strange.
>Frickin’ Rarity with her uppity ass.
>Oh sorry, with her uppity ‘flank’.

>Applejack on the other hand spoke up.
>”Umm, can Ah try it? Ah kinda want to see what the buzz is about.”
“Go for it, man. By the way, I’m calling you AJ now, saying Applejack reminds of cereal, and then I think ‘Ha, I’m totally talking to cereal’.”
>Applejack tilts her head, looking at you with curiosity in her eyes.
 >”Why would my name remind ya of cereal?”
“Oh you didn’t know? Well, back where I’m from, they have a cereal brand name ‘Applejacks’. Pretty good stuff.”
>”Well that’s awesome,” Applejack responds.
>Twilight takes her face from Rainbow Dash’s mane to look at you.
>”Hey do they anything named after me?” Twilight asked.
>You didn’t even have to ponder, just shudder.
>While giving a nervous chuckle, you rub the back of your neck putting on a harmless smile.
“They do have some things actually, but one comes to mind and it ruined vampires for me.”
>Twilight simply shrugs then goes back to rubbing her face on the touchable Rainbow.
>Applejack grabs the bong off the table then repeats the action of her friends that smoked before her.
>In the meantime, you decided to get a status update on Pinkie Pie.
>She’s still staring at you with her poker face.
>Great God, she’s trying to get into your head.
>That shit is scary man, you hope Pinkie isn’t going to completely freak out.
>Thankfully, Twilight sat back in her seat next to you, blocking Pinkie’s uber stare down.
>However, you can still feel her eyes on you somehow.
>Its weird. Really weird.
>Applejack places the bong back on the table while coughing up a storm.
>”Well, that’s…interestin’…”
>You’ll give AJ a few moments to herself now for the next pony.
>Which would be Rarity.


>She was pretty much staring out the window in her own little world.
>Time to bring her into yours.
“Ooooh Rarity,” you call out in a soothing tone.
>She turns her head toward your direction.
>”Yes?”
“You’re next.”
>”Ooooh, I don’t think I’ll be trying any of that this evening.”
>You shrug, wondering why she even showed up in the first place.
“Alright, no pressure, but you’ll be missing out. That being said, ladies, how ya feelin’?”
>Applejack begins giggling, her hat falling off her head and onto the table from doing so.
>”Ah feel like… apples, flowing through a river of honey.”
>”Rarity, try it, it’s amazing,” Dash says.
>”I could go for some sammiches right about now,” Fluttershy says.
“Ha, fuckin’ ponies man. Which reminds me, Twi, you said you needed a sample of it to do some experiments?”
>”Mhm, trust me Anon, it’ll grow plentiful here, everyp0ny must try this.”
“Ya damn skippy. Even YOU Rarity, if it’s the last thing I do, I’m making a stoner out of you.”
>”That’s nice, darling. Try all you’d like.”
>Silly pony, she’s already getting a contact high anyways, she’s already influenced.

>You gently nudge Fluttershy’s side, moving your head toward her ear.
“And don’t worry, sammiches will be had, Flutters.”
>She clops her front hooves together, whispering ‘yeeeesssss’ to herself.
>”So, Anon,” Twilight began.
“Sup?”
>”Do you have technology where you come from?”
“Indeed I do.”
>You reach into your left pocket to pull out your dead smart phone then place it on the table.
“It’s a phone, used for long distance communication and other fun stuff, doesn’t work though, the battery is dead annnd I left my charger at home.”
>Twilight studies the thing; you can practically see the cogs turning in her head.
>”Hmmm…”
>Her horn begins to glow, mustering a little ball at the tip of it.
>She zaps the phone; the magic aura surrounds it, giving it a purple like glow.
>In a matter of seconds, the color fades away.
>”Try it now,” she suggests.
>You pick up the phone, wondering what she done to it.
>You push the power button that’s at the top of the phone with a finger.
>After a brief vibration, the screen turns on, seconds later, the home screen shows up, showing the time and weather.
>You take notice of the battery’s life, it’s at one hundred percent.

>You look over to the purple unicorn with gratitude.
>She just effortlessly gave your phone life, fully charged in a matter of seconds.
“Th-… thank you. Y-you are now my phone charger.”
>”You’re welcome,” she says while beaming at you. “Visit me anytime if you need a charge.”
“How did you-“
>”Pony magic,” Pinkie says, interrupting your question.
>About time she says something, you hope she’s not one of those crazy fuckers that get all paranoid.
>You lean forward to get a look at Pinkie, giving a friendly smile.
“Welcome back, Pinkie. What took you so long?”
>”Just processing.”
“How ya feelin’?”
>”Anon, it’s something I can’t really tell you in words of the Equestrian language.”
“Equestrian language?”
>”Mhm, you’re speaking Equestrian right now.”
>…Holy shit, you’re bilingual.
>You’re speaking English and Equestrian at the same time fluently.
>Well look at you making yourself more valuable. You are SO putting that on your resume.
>’Why should we hire you, Mr. Unknown?’
>’Well dude, I can speak English and Equestrian at the same time, fluently’
>’…Who are you and why aren’t you working for us? How about a raise? You’re HIRED!!’
“Sweeet.”
>”What’s the name of it again? The plant I mean,” Rarity asks out of nowhere interrupting you’re fantasy interview.
>You smirk, hoping that curiosity will get the better of her.
“Marijuana, Rarity. You’re welcome to try it. Again, no pressure.”
>”Well, I suppose I can give it a try. Will it hurt?”
>How adorable.

“You’ll be fine. What made ya change your mind?”
>”Never mind that, dear. Can somep0ny please pass the Bad Wolf?”
>Dash grabs it with her hooves to pass it to Rarity.
>You still don’t know how hooves work, they just do.
>You take notice of the bowl, completely burned out.
“Whoaaaa! Hold on there, Dash.”
>Dash hesitates for a moment, looking at you for a second as if she’s completely lost.
>”What?”
“She’s not gettin’ high off that. Pass it over here.”
>”Umm, okay.”
>She slides the bong toward you.
“Gonna pack a fresh one just for you, Rarity.”
>”Ummm… Can I do it instead, Anon?” Fluttershy asked.
>You turn your head to the yellow pegasus, nodding the nod of ultimate approval.
“Lookin’ out for you friend huh? Sure.”
>You slide her bong then grab the bag of good times.
>You hand it to her, but just before she grabs it you pull away.
“No eating the plant mon, when me eyes were at me knees ya learn ya catch bloodfire for dat mon.”
>Fluttershy displayed the most confused face this side of existence.
>”Huh?”
“Nothing, I always wanted to say that.”

>”But what did you say though?”
>”He said, don’t eat the plant, when he was little you learn you catch ‘hell’ or ‘trouble’ for that,” Pinkie chimes in.
>You sharply snatch your head toward Pinkie’s direction, surprised that she understood that.
>Then again, you shouldn’t be surprised; Pinkie is a pony that knows how to speak Gibberish fluently.
>You’re still mind fucked on that one.
“Well aren’t you just full of surprises, Pinkie.”
>”You like surprises, Anon?” she asked beaming while at you.
“Mhm, just as long as I don’t get scared shitless.”
>”Stick around then, silly.”
“That’s the plan.”
>”Umm, Anon, the good times bag?” Fluttershy inquired.
“Hmm? Ah, right.”
>You finally hand her the bag and still worried.
“Please, don’t eat any of it.”
>”I won’t, I promise, no worries.”
“Good, gooood.”
>You lean back and close your eyes letting your high mind enjoy its state.
>With you suddenly feeling heavier for some odd reason, you feel like you’re falling.
>Your mental high soundtrack starts up again.
>Thwana thwooon thwoong. ‘Waljup’, ‘Cleeetus.’
>Fuck, why is that so catchy?!

>You run your hands down your lap to get your feel sensors back in order.
>To you it feels like you’re feeling everything on your body at the same time in immense detail.
>Everything from the bottom of your feet, which feel heavier than they should.
>to the very tip of you dick and up to your mouth where it feels like anything you chew should be faster than you’re chewing.
>This continues for nearly five minutes as you occasionally tuned into the conversation between these good friends.
>Fluttershy nudges your side suddenly.
>You lean your head down again, opening your eyes, feeling the fallen weight suddenly fade away.
“Sup?”
>”Nice and packed, sweetie.”
>You look down at the bowl and find that it’s really well packed.
>The others ‘awww’ from her calling you ‘sweetie’. It’s cute, really.
>You hold the bong, still looking at the packed bowl thoroughly, wondering how in the fuck she did it so well.
“How did you…? But you have hooves.”
>She simply shrugs.
>”I unno, pony magic I guess?” she says.
“Why do I get the feeling this world revolves around that?”
>”Because it does,” Pinkie says
>You shrug for the like the hundredth time today then pass the bong to Rarity with a pleasant smile.
>The bowl is packed with the Good Lord’s Green, the lighter abundant in fluid and smoke in the air is already causing a contact high.
“Ready to take flight?”

>”I suppose so.”
>God she looks nervous.
>You had Dash hand her the lighter while Rarity grabbed the bong and places it on her lap.
>Everyone becomes enthralled by Rarity finally becoming enlightened.
>She does the same action like her friends before her then starts inhaling deeply into her lungs then held it in.
>For like… Three days.
>Well, it was a hell of a lot longer than your friend on Earth named ‘Ninjesus’.
>She doesn’t stop anytime soon, practically shattering both Twilight’s and Ninjesus’ record put together.
>You’re pretty sure she can feel the eyes on her.
>Damn, it’s gonna hit her hard.
>However, after what seems to have been a week, she finally exhales and of course, she coughs wildly.
>She hits her chest a few times as she placed the bong back on the table.
>”My WORD, what did I just try?” she asked.
>It’s gonna hit her hard in a minute.
>Wait, didn’t you just think that? Eh, oh well, moving on.

>You simply lean back again, waiting for her actual response to Mary Jane.
>Rarity’s friends still have their eyes glued to her, practically getting all up in her business.
>”So? Rarity what do you think?” Dash asked, nudging her in a joking manner.
“Give her some time, Dash.”
>About five minutes pass before Rarity said anything. She just stares out of the window.
>During that time, everyone pretty much went back to talking about things and stuff you don’t feel like going into detail at the moment, because you’re a lazy bastard.
>Pinkie and Twilight switched places.
>You were in the middle of telling a perverted joke to Pinkie, and she gave you her undivided attention.
>Don’t ask why you were telling her a perverted joke.
>It was probably because of pony magic for all you know.
>Or Mary Jane’s presence was strong around all of you and it felt like you can talk about anything.
>Anyway, she was nodding attentively with an occasional exciting ‘yah huh?’
“… and that’s when the young man leaned out the bedroom window and shouts,‘Both of them?!’ The old man on the porch shouts back, ‘Yeah both of ‘em! What did you expect?!’”
>She died of laughter, tears running out of eyes from laughing so hard.
>She was holding her sides like they were about to explode although knowing Pinkie, they’ll probably implode.
>”PFFF HAHAHAHAHA!! I Geeet iiiit! HAHAHAHA! Wheeew, I can’t remember the last time I laughed THIS hard.”
“You’re welcome.”
>Good lookin’ out, Mary Jane. Looooove yoooou.
>After she settles down her fit of giggle, she looks into your eyes then places a hoof gently on your shoulder.
>”Anon, you’re alright y’know? I like you,” Pinkie says.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Pinkie.”
>She nods with a sly grin crossing her face.
>Frickin’ Pinkie High.

>After that little moment of bonding, you decided to see if Rarity finally gathered her thoughts.
“How ya doing over there Rarity?”
>You’ve been waiting patiently for her to say something, anything.
>You’re in suspense just as much as her friends are.
>She rotates her head away from the window and onto you.
>”It was rather uncouth,” she says sharply.
>… that’s a word?
>Probably an Equestrian word or something.
>”Un…couth… Has-… Has my mouth always felt this way? This is kinda different.”
>Her eyes become painted in curiosity while she uses every L word she can think of.
>”Ooooh, this is kinda fun.”
>She smiles, clopping her front hooves together as she giggled out of control.
>Once she looks down at her front hooves, she gasps deeply with a look of shock.
>”Am I a… Marshmallow?” she asked.
>You do you best not to lose your sides right there and then.
>A marshmallow becoming self aware that it’s a marshmallow. You’re not quite sure what to make of it.
>So you decided to mess with Rarity a little bit, just to loosen her up so she can stop acting so damn uppity.
“Ya know Rarity…”
>”Hmm?”
>You lick your chops, giving her a menacing smile while you cackled like a mad man.
“I looooved marshmallows as a kid, my addiction to it was almost animalistic. Lookin’ at you brings back memories.”
>She screams in panic, hiding behind Rainbow Dash.
>”Don’t eat me!” she shouts while cowering in fear behind her friend.
>This is too much fun.
>Everyone but her bursts into a storm of laughter.
>God, why is everything so much funnier when you’re high?
>After making fun of Rarity, everyone settles down, but she still hid behind Dash.
>Ha, like you’re really going to eat Rarity.

“Relax Rarity, I’m not going to eat you.”
>She moves from behind Dash back into her spot, displaying a sad look with her mouth pouted.
>Her sad eyes were pretty much tugging at every ‘D’awww’’ feel you had.
>”Pwomise?” she asked.
>…Oh God you weren't prepared for such cuteness.
>While trying to resist from hugging her to ease her worries, you give her your word that you won’t.
>Half an hour passed by, you gave Twilight a little sample for her experiments in a plastic bag Pinkie provided from the kitchen.
>Everyone was silent; closing their eyes with their head leaned back.
>The kind of silence where nothing needed to be says, just simply enjoying each others company while you were high.
>An occasional snicker here or there from their own internally thoughts.
>”I’m sooooo gone right now, dude,” Dash says.
>In sync everyone nodded in agreement with a subtle smile.
>”Hey, Anon,” Fluttershy says hoping to get your attention.
>However there wasn’t any luck, you were caught up in your own mind, thinking about your life here.
>It’s gonna be fun, chillin’ with your smokin’ buddies, living in a vividly colorful world full of mystical creatures.
>Shiiiit someone needs to write a story about this shit. It’ll be brilliant.
>New Stoner Stories for your memory archive to look at for the hard times should you run into them.
>”Anon? Hello?”
>You open your eyes then face her.
“Heh heh, sorry about that, it’s a little cloudy up here. What’s up?”
>”I’m staaaaarving.”
>Upon her saying that, the group began their comments agreeing with her and honestly you could go for some food too.
“Shiit, we left the sammiches at home didn’t we?”
>”Yeah, I think so.”
“It’s all good, we’re at Sugarcube Corner! Piiiinkie, make something amazing that’ll make love to my taste buds.”
>”Heh heh, sorry Anon. That’s kinda for the business.”
“Well, shit. I guess we can go out to eat or somethin’.”

>”Sounds like a good idea, and don’t worry, I got you covered,” Fluttershy says.
“Sweeeeet, good lookin’ out, Flutters.”
>Dash suddenly cackles loudly, pointing at you with one front hoof and holding her stomach with the other.
>”Hahahaha! Would you look at these two? I swear Fluttershy is going to end up being Anon’s sugar momma.”
>Rarity, of all peo-ponies, starts laughing.
>”HAHAHAHA! You’re right, Dash! It would certainly be a sight to see.”
>… funny thing is, you always wanted a sugar mama.
>Thanks to Cool Shades Guy that is, for about a year he was dating this cougar that was his sugar momma.
>Every time you looked up, he had money for the dank, paying for the night out with the fellas and did nothing all day.
>You don’t even want to know what he did to her or vice versa. All you wanted to know was how he got a sugar momma.
>Probably something to do with his Cool Shades powers.
>Or JC would simply rebuttal with ‘dude, it’s because Dick Logic. You don’t question Dick Logic because Dick Logic is Richard Logic and no one questions Richard because Richard is unquestionable.’
>Richard was another friend in the group who was literally right about everything and Google was there to back him up every time.
>After a while, no one questioned him, which gave him the name ‘Unquestionable Richard’.
>… You had weird friends.
>All you know was, Cool Shades Guy had a hot cougar for a sugar mama and you and your friends were jealous.
>Until she died from a heart attack while she was driving.
>She crashed her car, causing her to be killed upon impact.
>But never mind all that! You have a chance to have a mystical creature as a sugar momma!


>However, you’re not sure you’re willing to fulfill the whole deal when it comes to the sugar momma thing.
>You know…with the whole fuckin’ an animal thing…
>”Oh you guys leave Anon alone, he just got here, its not like he moved here because he had a job offer,” Fluttershy says.
>And just like that, a reality check has taken effect.
>You’re going to have to do job hunting.
>You hate job hunting; it was a pain to look for work when you got the run around.
>And worse, the drug testing was just an evil tool to keep stoners broke.
>You had to go three months without the mean green just to get a customer service job at Wal-Mart.
>And even while you had a job they still drug tested, meaning no smokin’ the Good Lord’s Green even longer.
>You HATE job hunting.
>Fuck.

>An hour passes by; you and your mystical smoking buddies stopped by the Snack Rack to load up on everything the looks even remotely orgasmic.
>Well, to you it’s a snack rack. You nearly got whiplash from turning your head so quickly at all the choices for snacks.
>To begin with, you was a little paranoid, some ponies were looking at you wondering what the hell is wrong with you.
>You bumped into a pony in a cop uniform and all he had to say was, ‘Sorry umm sir, have a lovely evening.’
>He didn’t bother asking ‘what are you?’
>That was relieving as Heaven. New reality, new rules.
>Which means Marijuana is legal, so there are no drug tests to look for it.
>Hmmm, now that you think about it, job hunting might not be so bad.
>Heck, you might even show up at the interview stoned off your ass.
>The group splits into two, you, Rarity, Dash and Pinkie were in the soft drinks aisle.
>The others were probably getting snacks.
>Fluttershy told you to get any drink that you would like and that money isn’t an issue.
>You hugged her as tightly as you could. That Pegasus is a pure delight.
>So here you are, pushing a cart with the others leading the way.
>You spot some off brand looking Sprite.
>Promptly, you stop to grab the two liter lemon lime prime time by its neck.
>It’s not actually called the ‘lemon lime prime time’ but it is now, to you.
>After that you keep moving, both Dash and Rarity are a few feet from you.
>Pinkie slows down to hop along side you, smiling all the while.
>Maybe it’s the weed, but you swear this pony has a strong liking to you.
>She’s been flirting with you since you got here.


>From calling you cute right off the bat to making jokes about marriage after trying that absolutely GODLY cupcake.
>”Hey Nooony.”
>Ha, ‘Nony’, she’s already giving you pet names, yep, she likes you.
“Sup Pinks?”
>”Oh nothiiing, just-…Oooooh that looks good.”
>You stop in your tracks to see what she’s talking about.
>She points at some fruit punch drink, and yes it does look good.
>Without a second thought, you put it in the cart.
>Dash flutters over with some electric blueberry soda cradled in her forelegs.
“Damn, what don’t they have here?!”
>”Alright are we good?” Dash asked.
>”Heeeeey, what about grape soda?” Rarity asked.
“Pfff, you mean the purple stuff?”
>…
“Good point Rarity, hurry up and get it.”
>Rarity walks over to a shelf and uses her magic to float the soda toward the cart.
>After the gals got their drinks, you decided to do a little recap.
“Alright, lets see, we’ve got apple soda, grape soda, electric blueberry soda, fruit PAWNCH, classic cream soda and the lemon lime prime time. Are we missing anything?”
>Dash covers her mouth with a hoof to cover her little chuckle.
>”Say fruit punch again, Anon.”
“What about fruit PAWNCH?”
>They all do their best to keep from out right laughing, you can see it their faces.
>”Why do you say punch like that, Anon?” Rarity asked.
>You didn’t even have to think about it.
“I blame Smash Bros. It’s kinda of a reflex.”
>”What the fuck is that?” Dash asks.


>You display a look of absolute shock, silence has never been so deafening.
>It just hit you of all the things these ponies don’t know of.
>You walk over to Dash, quickly hugging her.
>”Ummm, Anon are you okay?” she asked.
>You gently pat her back as her mane smelling of Skittles brushed against your face.
“I am so, sooo sorry.”
>An awesome rainbow colored mane Pegasus that smells like Skittles who is naturally a bro who doesn’t know of Super Smash Brothers deserves a hug to say the least.
>”Sorry about what?”
“Ssshhh, I’m so sorry you’ll never know such joy.”
>”Anon seriously, are you okay, darling?” Rarity asked.
“I’ll get to you in a minute talking Marshmallow.”
>”Be right back guys,” Pinkie says before telepoofing to God knows where.

*Meanwhile on the other side of the store*

>You are Fluttershy.
>And you’re giggling at just about everything.
>You wish Anon was by your side though.
>He’s on the other side of the store and you already miss him.
>You’ll be okay though, he won’t be gone long, you hope.
>You and the others are on snack duty, racking just about anything that looks delicious.
>”So, Fluttershy what’s it like having Anon around?” Twilight asked as she placed a large bag of the Classic Hays chips in the cart.
“It’s fun honestly; he’s cool peoples, man.”
>Twilight chuckles for moment covering her mouth with a hoof.
>“Look at you picking up on his lingo.”
>You crack up knowing she’s right. You fall over on the ground trying your best to breathe.
“PFFFFF!”
>You. Are. Gone.

>Everything is funny and tasty. Great Luna where has this stuff been?
>”Fluttershy? Are you okay?”
”Y-yeeeaaah, I’m good,” you say snickering uncontrollably.
“Yeah, it’s like…I pick up on everything he does and retain the information in the very depths of my subconscious and like…learn from it.”
>”Fluttershy, you are high, shuddup,” Twilight says.
>You rise to your hooves finally and stood in place for a moment.
“You’re high too, you walking glass of purple stuff.”
>”Whaaatever.”
“Twilight, you’re just… you’re silly.”
>”So, Fluttershy what’s it like having Anon around?”
“Twi, you asked me that already.”
>”I did?”
>You nod, letting her know she did.
“Yeah.”
>”Sorry, I’m just really ya know…Elevated.”
“PFFF, Twilight, you need to chill.”
>”Please, I am chill. I’m the Element of Chill.”
“HA! No you’re not, that’s Anon, you’re the Element of Magic, remember?”
>”Okay you know what? Anon is now known as the Element of Chill, for those who agree raise your hoof and say ‘aye’,” Twilight suggests.
>Both you and Pinkie raise a hoof saying “aye” promptly.
>Pinkie then bangs a gavel on thin air…
>…somehow.
>Just what the fuck is she anyway?
>”Alright it’s settled!” Pinkie shouts.
>W-wait...When did she get here?

“But we still need Dash, Rarity and Applejack to vote.”
>”Ooooh…right, eh we’ll talk about later when we get back.”
>”In the meantime, SNACKS!!” Pinkie says.
>”Oh shit you’re right Pinkie! Get the McStuffer Muffin Muffers, those are just a must have.”
>Pinkie grabs a few boxes of McStuffer Muffin Muffers then tosses them in the cart.
>”And the Smicker Smackers?” Pinkie asked.
>”Yes, YEESSSSHHHH! Oh also, let’s get some marshmallows, we could totally freak Rarity out,” Twilight says, giggling deviously.
>”Oh we can’t forget about Bitz Crackers!”
>”Holy shiiit you’re right Pinkie! Bitz are just Godly! WE NEED MORE MONEY!!”
“HAHAHAHA! Oh Great Luna I’m gone. Hey, get some marshmallow sauce, Rarity will completely lose it.”
>”PFFFF, yeeeessss, Pinkie get some!”
>Pinkie hops a few feet away to grab a jar of the stuff then tosses in the basket.
>As the three of you trot around in the section of snacks, Applejack finally catches up.
>She went to the little filly’s room.
>Finally, after filling the shopping cart to the brim filled with chips, sweets and the like, you head to the front.

>Not too many ponies were shopping, which you really aren’t complaining about.
>You hate crowds, they’re scary.
>In a blur, you find yourself waiting in line, wondering where Anon might be right now.
>You begin your little fantasizing about him.
>The outside world seems to have fade away, just thinking about him.
>In the meantime, Pinkiejack, Apple Pie and Twilight keep with the conversation.
>…wait.
>Eh, you’re not gonna bother correcting their names, you got one of them right.
>Good enough for you.
>You’ll just keep thinking about Anons hands and his body.
>You know what? You’re totally going to snuggle him tonight.
>Whether he likes it or not, snuggles will be had and they will be had hard.
>What? You like snuggling; it’s so cozy, so warm.
>Who knows? Maybe the snuggling can lead to something more intimate.
>Maaaybe you slide on top of him while his underpants juuuust so happen to be down.
>And maybe, just maybe he grabs you by your hips while his third leg springs to life.
>Then maaaybe he forces you down onto his…
>Oh goodness. Goodness gracious. You really have to get your thinking under control.
>Now isn’t the time for this kind of thinking, Fluttershy. Come on, behave.
>However, you’re gonna have to thank Rarity for convincing Anon to strip for measuring for his new clothes she’s gonna make him.
>The very thought of it causes you to-
>”Uuuh Fluttershy,” Twilight says while slightly leaning away from you.

>You snap out of your trance shaking your head then re-adjusting your eyes.
“Huhwha?”
>”Looks like somep0ny is hot and bothered,” Applejack says, nudging her elbow at your side.
“Wh-what?”
>”Umm, suga’,” she says moving her head closer to your ears. ”Your wings are spreadin’,” she whispers.
>Your face goes blank, your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
>Great, your wings just HAD to stiffen while you’re waiting in line. Good job Fluttershy.
>”Somethin’ on your mind ‘Shy? Or should I say… somep0ny?”
>Yeah, it’s totally not somep0ny.
“N-no. I’m not thinking about anyp0ny.”
>You hope she doesn’t catch you in your lie. You really weren’t thinking about somep0ny.
>Although technically, you’re thinking about ‘someone’.
>Applejack studies your face for a moment to catch to see if you’re lying.
>”Mkay,” she says, nodding in a positive manner.
>Thank you loopholes.
>”What about someone, Fluttershy?”
>Well, fuck.
>You sigh, letting your head hang in defeat.
>There is no way you can hide the truth from Applejack when she asks the right questions.
“U-ummm...maybe?”
>”AHA!” Applejack shouts.
“EEEP!”
>You flinch and hide your face behind your mane, your comfort zone.
>What? That shit was scary! Don’t judge.

>”Thinkin’ about that ol’ pretty boy Anon ain’t cha?”
“Sssh! Keep it down, please.”
>”Ain’t cha?!”
“Applejack, please.”
>”Ah said ‘ain’t cha?!’”
“Oh for Celestia’s sake, YES ANON HAS THE BODY OF A GOD AND I WANT TO SNUGGLE IT!! NOW SHUT IT YOU BOWL OF CEREAL!!”
>oookay, where did that come from?
>Thanks to that outburst, everyp0ny in line is looking at you.
>The stallion at the cash register stopped scanning items to stare at you.
>That one police pony lowers his shades with an eye brow raised.
“St-stop staring, please… eep.”
>”George Takei ‘Oh my’ times nine. Flutters, you wot?”
>Great, Anon even heard that.
>You turn around and sure enough there he is pushing a cart of delicious looking sodas and drinks.
>Anon steps in front of you and begins waving his hand.
>”Flutters? Hello? Equestria to Fluttershy.”
“Just…get me outta here.”

>Thirty minutes later…
>You have arrived back at Sugarcube Corner not saying a word since that little incident.
>All you want to do right now is pig out until the break of dawn and sleep in the next day.
>Yeah, that sounds good.
>You probably won’t show your face around town for a few days.
>Now back to dealing with more important matters.
>Food and drinks.
>Rarity was able to get you all a taxi so you all won’t be so tired when you get back.
>Anon decided to carry everything inside in one trip, thanks to him having hands and forearms.
>”Darling, why not let me carry a few? Surely that load is straining your hands.”
>”Not at all, I don’t mind it, if anything, I prefer getting groceries in on one trip, it helps satisfy your munchies sooner.”
>”Hmmm, interesting.”
>He places the bags on the table then separates the drinks and snacks.
>Out of nowhere he starts laughing as he pulled out the bag of Classic Hays chips.
>”HAHAHAHA! Oh God I love this place. ‘Hays’ and hay is for horses, what they did here, I see it.”
>”Whoa, easy with the ‘H’ word there Anon. Us ponies find it offensive to call us horses,” Dash says.
>”R-really? My bad. Damn ponies, so sensitive.”
>The group gathers around the table full of snacks then have a seat, including you.
>Despite that you would rather just crawl under a rock and stay there for only a century, you figured you can at least eat something, because really, you’re fuckin’ hungry.
>You’ll just grab a few Smicker Smackers and a stack of Bitz cracker and remain quiet.
>Anon decided to pull up a chair next to the table as Twilight and Rarity take everything else out of the bags.
>Pinkie went to the kitchen, probably to get plates and cups.
>You sat in the same spot as you did before earlier tonight, and you plan on staying quiet for a while.

>You are Anon.
>Initiating ‘crunch n’ munch’ mode while you enjoy the company of your new found friends.
>It’s been nearly a half an hour since you all got back from ‘The Snack Rack’.
>Damn it by the Gods that name is sticking!
>Anyway, you just tried the ‘Classic Hays’ chips.
>It’s okay, but you notice a disturbing lack of salt.
>You asked Twilight about it, and she told you that salt is illegal, when the Classic Hays chips first came out, ponies got addicted to it from there being so much salt.
>So they had to take them off the shelf and tweaked the recipe.
>Tis a shame, you would have loved to try those.
>But now back to the company that you’re keeping.
>Everyone found it interesting how everything tasted better.
>The sodas and drinks were just outright amazing.
>Pinkie is sitting on the other chair next to you, not that you’re surprised.
>Twilight is sitting by Fluttershy and Dash is sitting by Rarity.
>Ooooh and speaking of Rarity.
>She freaked out when she saw the bag of marshmallows.
>She is literally convinced that every bag of the stuff is actually her in a different life.
>And thus, she vowed to never eat a marshmallow again because she finds it to be rather cannibalistic and cruel.
>Pfff, Rarity is too much fun when she’s high.
>Sooo, you decided to mess with her some more.
>You reach for the bag of marshmallows and pull one out.
“Heeey, Talking Marshmallow.”
>Rarity turns her head toward you, still sitting in the same seat as before.
>”Yes?”
>You bring the marshmallow toward your mouth and pop it in, grinning all the while.
>”You MONSTER!!”

>Oh God, you nearly choked on that marshmallow from laughing so hard.
>You manage to down the marshmallow with some struggle.
“Sorry, Rarity, but I told you how much I loooove marshmallows.”
>Dash chuckles to herself.
>”Hey Anon, we have some marshmallow sauce, care to try it?”
“You better pass me dem fucking shits.”
>”Dude, why are ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ such fun words to say?”
“Two different dimensions and shit and fuck are still satisfying words to use, y’know what I think about that, Dash?”
>”Same shit different fucking toilet?” Dash says.
“…Y-you g-get me. That’s exactly it! Remind me to fist slash hoof bump you later, I just know I’ll forget.”
>”Forget what?”
“…shit I forgot. Anyways, pass me the ape shit.”
>Dash slides the jar of marshmallow sauce over to the edge of the table where you are.
>You twist open the top, Pinkie materializes a butter knife with her uber Pinkie Powers and hoofs it to you.
“Pinkie, you cheat, seriously.”
>”Heheehee, I know.”
>You focus your attention back to the jar of marshmallow sauce.
>You scoop a small glob of the stuff and spread over another marshmallow that you pulled out of the bag.
>This’ll probably give a severe case of diabetes, buuuuut fuck it, you’ll just drink nothing but water for a month straight after tonight.
>Anyways, you bring the marshmallow sauce drenched marshmallow to your mouth and savor the flavor.
“Mmmmm~”

>”Dude, this is like a dirty joke waiting to happen,” Dash says.
>Pinkie, Twilight and Applejack burst into a fit of laughter at what Dash had to say.
>Annnd now that you think about it, it is a dirty joke waiting to happen.
>How did you overlook that one?
>You nearly choke yet again from trying to keep your cackling under control.
>Your eyes water as you pound your chest to get the marshmallow down and coughed, hard.
>”Ha! That’s what you get Anon! Feel it! Feel the Wrath of Marshmallows!”
>Once Rarity says that, you found yourself on the floor while you tried to breathe.
“I-I can’t- HAHAHAHA!! Fuckin’ Rarity!”
>As you says before, you’re having way too much fun in Equestria.
>The rest of the night went as expected, retarded, full of mind blowing conversations and feasting like Gods.
>When midnight hit, everyone headed home and needless to say in means of snacks and drinks, there were no survivors.

>Once you and your possible sugar momma got home, both of you went straight to the couch and collapsed on it.
>From both of your stomachs being full and recovering from a tiring walk, yeah you would think your energy is depleted.
>You lay on your back while Fluttershy lied on top of you snoring adorably but you weren’t quite ready to crash just yet so you gather your thoughts.
>Today was fun, you don’t know how long you’ll be here in Equestria and you’re certainly not complaining.
>Good times are to be had and this might be your new home.
>So until you find some way home, you’ll just chill here for now.
“Yeah, just…chill…”
>You yawn then close your eyes and find sleep overwhelmed you quickly.
>You slept peacefully for a few hours dreaming about your life here in Equestria.
>The dream you was having was kinda cool.
>You were sitting in a place you don’t quite recognize, but there were bean bag chairs and coffee tables.
>There was a counter and on display was different strands of weed, Fluttershy was standing behind with a single braid in her mane with beads in it.
>She also had a few highlights of green.
>Just on the counter there was a glass case collections of bongs and pipes.
>On the wall behind her were bags of chips and sodas in refrigeration.
>You take a gander around the room and find posters of the peace symbol and marijuana leafs hanged up on the walls.
>With a grin on your face you walk up to the counter, Fluttershy’s high-red looking eyes fixes onto you and she smiles.
>”Hey what’s good man?”
“…uuuuh I unno. What’s umm, what’s going on here?”
>”Welcome to The Crash Lounge, a place full of flowers, sunshine and rainbows, please, leave all of your stress and problems at the door.”

>The bell above the door rings to signal someone is coming in, you turn around and see Pinkie and Dash trotting in.
>Both Pinkie and Dash give you the ‘sup’ nod.
>”Hey whaddup shotta?” Pinkie asked in a Jamaican accent.
“N-nothing much, just wondering what’s going on here.”
>Suddenly feedback from a stereo occurs causing you to cup your ears, you turn to the noise and find a stage with Rarity sitting on a stool clearing her throat.
>Out of nowhere ponies materialize onto the bean bag chairs and idly smoke weed out of bongs, pipes and joints.
>They begin cheering as Fluttershy takes the stage.
>”Ahem, h-hello everyp0ny, I’d like to bring to the stage Miss Marsh, she has a little something for you guys, so let’s show her some love!”
>The ponies cheer as the spotlight hits Rarity then utter silence fills the place.
>She wears a black beret on her head.
>”Hello everyp0ny, this is a piece I like to call ‘Who are we?’”
>The spotlight shines on her, giving a dramatic effect.
>She takes a deep breath in front of the microphone, eyes closed, clearly relaxed.
>She stomps a front hoof on the stage and exhales.
>”Who are we? The answer is in the question.”
>You find yourself sitting on a bean bag chair, Fluttershy to your right leaned her head on your shoulder.
>Rarity continues. ”Who are we to give a shit? Who are we to know no bounds? Who are we to help fellow ponies and other existing entities?”
>Rarity gives you a wink and blows a kiss to you.
>”Even when we see there is no hope, who are we to keep going? Who are we to share memories good and bad?”
>Jeez, is there a point to this or something?


>”Who are we? The answer is in the question."
>"We who unite as one are the ones who give a shit about somep0ny."
>"We as one are the ones who ask ‘what bounds? What limit?’"
>A smile cracks on her face, the spotlight hitting her face just right.
>The beret providing shade for her eyes.
>"We as one are the ones who provide hope to keep going."
>"We are the ones who share memories good and bad, at least we are together as one.”
>Dude, what?
>The crowd seems to be nodding attentively, others taking a mind blowing hit and the like.
>Rarity pauses, scans the room with her eyes, a sly grin is displayed while she breathes through her nose.
>”Who are we? The answer is in the question. We simply…are.”
“Wat?”
>”Thank you everyp0ny,” Rarity says humbly, the crowd cheering, whistling as she exits the stage.
>Fluttershy suddenly telepoofed on the stage and cleared her throat.
>”Give it up for Miss Marsh, she’s been going through…”
>Fluttershy’s neck twists, making a sickening crack in her bones as her face turned upside down.
>Her eyes turn to a demonic red then swiftly focusing on you, causing a rush of nervousness in your gut; the spotlight’s color turns purple.
>Your mental high track starts up again.
>Thwoowana thwon thwoong, ‘waljup’ ‘cletus’ ‘waljup’ ‘cletus’.
>”I...eyes…lies…” Fluttershy says.
>Her mouth opens up, her jaw’s bones popping out of place, guitars begin playing, having a familiar rhythm.
>Drums and bass fade into the beat as well.
>”SOME WHERE BETWEEN HAPPY AND TOTAL FUCKING WRECK!” she shouts.
>Wait a minute, you’ve heard this before.

>”FEET SOMETIMES ON SOLID GROUND BUT SOMETIMES AT THE EDGE!”
>You feel a vibration in your pocket, causing you to pull out of the dream into the real world.
>Your eyes shoot open, Fluttershy ‘eeps’ in panic from the loudness of the song and rolls off your body quickly hitting her head on the table with a thud.
>”What the fucking sugar honey ice and tea?!” she shouts while rubbing the inflicted area on her head.
>It was odd hearing Fluttershy curse so early in the morning, but considering she hit her head on the table, she has every right to.
>Seriously, try waking up in the morning and within five seconds of waking up you hit your head on something hard and see if you don’t curse like a sailor.
>Anyways, you forgot you had Survive by Rise Against as your alarm to wake up at seven in the morning.
>That song wakes you up out of your deepest sleep, it’s kinda awesome.
>You reach into your left pocket to pull out your smartphone and sure enough, it’s seven in the morning.


>The song continued to play when you unlocked your phone and promptly disarming it until the next day.
>You swing your feet off the couch and onto the floor just close where Fluttershy rolled around.
“Flutters, you okay?”
>”Sweet mother of fog and fuckers! That hurts!”
>Well someone’s a little grumpy, again, you can’t really blame her.
“Easy there Fluttershy, let me take a look.”
>Slowly, she parts her front hooves away from the area the table hit. Inhaling through her teeth sounding like a hiss while her eyes were shut tight.
>A little bump was on throbbing a little at the top of her head, wasn’t that huge, didn’t seem too bad, it just hurts like hell.
“Do you have an ice pack somewhere?”
>”Yes, it’s in the fridge in the kitchen, please be a dear and get it, please.”
>You nod and take off like lightening to the kitchen.
>Flinging open the fridge, you find the an ice pack on the door of the fridge, in a manner of haste you snatch it, slam the door shut and back in the living room you went.
>Fluttershy manages to slip back on the couch.
>”Oh thank Celestia!” she says when she spotted the ice pack in your hands.
>You slide on the couch smoothly, without delay you applied the ice pack on her bump gently.
>”I’m lucky I have you,” she says, placing a hoof on your lap.
“Aww, but you know if I wasn’t here, none of this would’ve happened. You damn near lost your cool there.”
>She chuckles softly while holding the ice pack on her head.
>”What? That really hurt.”

>And so began your life in Equestria, six month passed before your very eyes.
>In that time, you and Fluttershy grew closer, Twilight’s little ‘keep Marijuana alive’ project was well underway.
>Sadly, you had to ease off the green until more was grown.
>You met Celestia and Luna, who liked you right off the bat; in fact they decided to give you a place of your own due to the fact that you are an endangered species.
>That’s cool and all, but your job hunting didn’t quite turn out so well. There was just no luck.
>You told them you were currently unemployed and you won’t be able to pay the bills, so they decided to have the house built for you anyway and when you found a job, you would have a place of residence.
>In the meantime, you’ll live with Fluttershy.
>Pinkie was a frequent visitor due to the fact that you live there.
>Yeah, you confirmed she had a crush on you when Fluttershy was grocery shopping and you stayed behind to hold down the fort.
>When Pinkie found out that it was only you there, she got extremely touchy.
>Not like she was going to rape you or anything, just very intrigued.
>Anyways, you told her that she’s cool with you but you’re not ready to make that step yet.
>She understood, but was a little disappointed, however two months later she found someone.
>She still visits, just not on a damn near daily basis.

>Rainbow Dash and Applejack were your peeps who got you out of the house to do something other than sit in the house all day.
>Because God knows you kick back harder than anybody, it’s either your chill hardcore or not at all.
>The three of you would either help Applejack with farm work or have a good time with her folks or hang out wherever Dash thinks up.
>Nonetheless, you can only thank them for keeping you from being a fat couch potato.
>Rarity you consider your ‘goto mare’ for clothes, not once has she ever charged you.
>The two of you became good friends in fact, but it’s still fun to mess with her.
>What you found interesting is that she doesn’t seem to shut up about marijuana and how excited she is when Twilight finishes the project.
>And speaking of Twilight…
>Rarely anyone hears from her, she’s just been locked in her Tree-house/library in her basement.
>It seems the only connection anyone has to her is Spike, who she sends on errands occasionally.
>Until one day…

>It was a day like any other really.
>Wake up, do the double S because you don’t grow facial hair…yet.
>Help Hippy Kindness with the animals and other chores.
>After that, the two of you chilled in the living room talking about literally anything and everything.
>That’s just how close you were to her, noting was off limits and you pretty tell each other everything.
>Until either Dash or Applejack shows up, you’re chillin’ with Fluttershy.
>A desperate knock is heard at the door while you and Fluttershy were talking about your dream of ‘The Crash Lounge’ you had a few months back.
>”Ha, that’s kinda awesome, marijuana could bring the world together, man.”
>Oh yeah, another thing, she is trying to be like you, it’s scary sometimes, but apparently she’s inspired to be like you.
“Right? Lemme check to see who’s at that door.”
>You hop off the couch and make a dash to the door while it was still be pounded on.
“Damn hold on, shit.”
>You fling open the door and find everyone but Twilight standing at the door gathered around.
>Rarity’s eyes were dazziling, Pinkie’s smile was so potent with happiness you felt the corners of your mouth raise, Dash and Applejack looked chill as always.
>Spike stood in front, clearing his throat.
>”She’s done it,” he says.

>You turn around swiftly with excitement in your eyes.
“Flutters! By the Gods Mary Jane is back!”
>She instantly reached for the Bad Wolf, “something told me to clean Bad Wolf out!”
>She flies to the door like a bat out of hell, carefully cradling the bong that started it all.
“Did you?”
>”Yeah, kinda had a feeling.”
“What the hell are we standing around for?! Let’s get movin’!”
>You manage to walk pass the pack of ponies and lead the way, Fluttershy followed, closing the door behind her.
>Pinkie and Fluttershy walked at each side of you, the others following closely behind.
“So long…I’ve waited…I’ve waited to-“ Pinkie cuts you off.
>”See it, smell it, touch it, buy it, zip it, clip it, jar it, fly it.”
>You turn to Pinkie, nodding in approval.
“Go on…”
>”Break it, grind it, roll it, pack it, light it, burn it, now attack it.”
>Everyone starts to bob their head, for they feel a song about to break out.
“And what else, Pinkie?”
>“Take it, breathe it, feel it, blow it, cough it, pass it, think it, know it.”
“We’re breaking out into song aren’t we?”
>”Think it, grab it, scorch it, mind it, pass it, cash it, back to find it. Stoner Logic…Stoner Logic…Stoner Logic…Stoner Logic…”
>And as it turns out, you did.

>Everybody hopped along singing the Stoner Logic song.
>All the way to Twilight’s Treebrary, yes that is a word to you so fuck off Spellcheck.
>Other ponies who were witnessing the group singing, just shrugged and joined in.
>By the time you arrived at Twilight’s place, there two mares, a stallion in rich looking attire and a griffon was in the group singing.
>After the song ended, they frowned and walked away.
>You shrug and reached for the doorknob.
>In a blur, you fling it open and the group flooded into the place.
>Twilight stood before you all, beaming at all of you.
>”Hello everyp0ny, please follow me to the basement.”
>Without any sort of protest, you followed her to the basement, all the while she talked.
>”It wasn’t easy,” Twilight starts. “I was surprised how hard it was to take care of these plants; luckily I took a look at it under the microscope.”
>She reached the door, everyone was in suspense, bunching up against each other trying to knock the door down.
>Twilight opens the door and suddenly, you’re in a different world.
>As you stepped in mouth agape in shock, you see the holy green in pots on the table under a special light.
>Some of the plants were purple, some having a healthy looking green to it, there was one that was a complete rainbow.
>You point to it without even thinking.
“Were calling that one ‘Skittles’.”
>You step in further, the rooms fills with a bunch of ‘whoa’, ‘wow’ and ‘Nigga DAAAMN!’
>Okay not the last one, but you would probably laugh until the day you die.

>Just hearing a pony use that word very well could send your sides to Heaven.
>”Everyp0ny,” Twilight begins. “Welcome to the Greenhouse.”
>You nod the nod of ultimate approval and look at Twilight.
“Twilight, I love you and I want to have your babies.”
>Twilight simply chuckles, “silly Anon.”
>You walk down a row of plants and take notice that there’s fog sitting on of them.
>It was like it had its own sky, little clouds sit on some of the plant’s leafs.
>Your eyes lock onto it in utter curiosity.
>Twilight trots up beside you, smiling.
>”Ah, I see you’ve taken notice of the ‘Cloud Trotter’. This one is special.”
“What makes it special?”
>”Well, as long as you’re high, you can walk and lay on clouds, literally.”
“…”
>…
“I’m callin’ bullshit.”
>She giggles in response, “we can test it, if you’d like.”
“Alright, I’m down, clip some bud for me.”
>In a matter of minutes, the group was back upstairs, waiting for Rainbow Dash to come back with a cloud.
>Meantime, you’re smokin’ up some Cloud Trotter in the trusty ol’ Bad Wolf.
>The smoke wasn’t harsh at all, rather smooth, didn’t really make you cough at all.
>And clearly, it was a body high. It was potent as fuck as well.
“Sweeeet ninja bomb fuck, Twilight, you’re a fucking genius.”
>Dash comes in, pushing a cloud small enough to fit through the door but large enough to hold you.
>”I can’t wait to see this,” Dash says.
>Everyone cleared a space for it in the center of the room and Dash just let it sit there.
>”Alright Anon, try it out,” Twilight says.

>With a grin, you walk over to the cloud, delicately, you place your left foot on it.
>Both your shoe and sock phased through it, but when it hit your bare foot, it was soft enough to relax, yet solid enough to hold you.
“Are you fucking serious?!”
>You collapse on the cloud face first, it felt like you landed on a pillow.
>At first you thought the cloud would either push down to the floor causing you to break your nose, but instead it stayed afloat in mid-air.
“Hey, Fluttershy, I just found my new bed, ha ha.”
>The cloud was extremely soft, any Temperpedic or any other soft beds on earth looks like a pile of jagged bricks.
>”So, Anon.” Twilight says. “What now?”
“Explain this to me, how is this possible.”
>”Well, it wasn’t easy, first I had to grow an original plant, from its seeds I fused a little pony magic here, little cloud dust there and bone dust of a Pegasus.”
“Bone dust of a Pegasus?”
>”For science of course, some ponies donate their body to science. All I did was simply fuse it into the genetic coding of the seed and POOF! You have Cloud Trotter.”
“…I’ll buy that…for now.”
>You roll over on your back, placing your hands behind your hand and sigh in relaxation.
“I could get use to this…”

End of part 4