Turtle by Jaguar_Warrior

“Here’s the fact as I understand them,” Rarity said, strong disbelief in her voice and her face scrunched up by the smell in the room. “You have met in Tree Hugger’s house, covered from mane to tail in drug packages and weed. Then, you have let Tree Hugger feed those drugs to four turtles, smoking some opium while you waited for them to digest the drugs. Afterwards Tree Hugger gave you a lighter and a turtle and just told you to… smoke it?”

“Yeah. She said that’s how those priests at Ahuizotl’s service managed to have visions of past, present and future…” Rainbow Dash said, now reduced to an helpless foal in a very used diaper, blushing and smiling sheepishly as she did do. “And I kinda wanted to see who’s gonna win the hoofball championship this year…”

Rarity sighed and lifted Rainbow up by the scruff with her magic. “I take that you do not usually read newspapers, as it has been proven that technically bribing the referee is legal and that it just happens that only four teams can really afford to do that constantly.”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes.

“That’s a stereotype, Rares.” Rainbow Dash said, as she was brought out of Tree Hugger’s boyfriend house, Bushfucker- stepping over his back and barely awaking him from his drugged and drunken stupor- and out in the streets.

“Just like the matter of smoking drugs for having prophetic hallucinations.” Rarity said, clicking her tongue. “Pretty sure that turtle smoking was a ritual to try to reverse the effects of age and deadly plagues in ancient times in Atl-Atlazan, Pacalia and Mexicolt.”