Secrets Part 1

“Untimely Revelations”

by: SadisticFluttershy

I remembered the halls of Canterlot High filled with cheer at the sound of the final bell of the school year ringing. Summer had begun. It was nice. “I can’t wait to join up with my friends at my house!” I said as I pulled out a cigarette out from my purse and lit up, taking in that tasty smoke and blowing it out in pure bliss.

My friends and I have started a bit of a tradition. It’s like new year's resolutions except it’s at the start of summer. And rather than resolutions, we share secrets.

First off, no one knows I smoke. At least, that’s what I hope anyway. I try to not smoke all that often. I’ll usually have one every couple days considering the fact that, since the holidays started, I don’t have to worry about all the stress. With all the teachers to homework and she-demons trying to take over the school, it’s been a hectic year. Sorry Sunset.

I take in another drag of my smoke, performing a french inhale. I zoned out taking my usual detour going home, just to take a smoke. It’s a rundown area struggling to keep nature from reclaiming it; deserted, peaceful and quiet. I’ve been the only one around every time I came here. Today was no different.

Anyway back to what I was saying. None of my friends know I smoke, not even Rainbow Dash. The one person I’ve grown to having as my older sister doesn’t know this. The thing though that makes this much worse is that I’m underaged. 17 years old is how old I am. It used to be 18 years of age. The state of Virginia changed the legal age to 21, same as consumption and purchasing of alcohol.

There I go again, wandering off in my own little world. I pulled up my cigarette to my mouth again, taking in a long drag and blew out normally. I’m currently walking home. My friend had offered me a ride but I said I was good. I like to walk and enjoy all the scenery around me. It’s relaxing.

I know I’m holding off the question. Why don’t your friends know you smoke?
I’m not proud of it at all nor do I regret picking the habit up. Believe it or not, I’m constantly stressed out and now I’m stressing over this. It’s not a bad thing either because like I said, none of them know. My own parents don’t even know, crazy right?

Darn it, the wind keeps blowing my long pink hair into my face! I pulled out my bangs that laid in front of my eyes back where they were. I had one more drag from my smoke and then stepped it out so I could properly dispose it. Yes even though I smoke, I’m not careless. I throw the butts into the trash like a normal person.

Like I was saying, I wouldn’t know what to think if my friends found out I smoked. To them, I’d imagine it’d be surprising and potentially heart breaking.

I had just arrived at my house. I took out my house key unlocked the door and quietly went inside. I held my breath and listened. Closely. Quietly. Then I sighed in relief to know I was the only one home.

I rolled my eyes at myself. The quiet entry had become a force of habit at this point. Today, it had been unnecessary. I knew my parents were out. In fact, I’d have the house to myself all summer while they attended the wedding of my father’s cousin in Nebraska. Still, I’d best still take a shower to get this smell of smoke off of me.

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. I pulled the shower plug on the faucet enabling the shower head to come on.

I strip naked, looking at myself in the mirror, noticing the size of my breasts. Have my boobs always been this big? I smiled warmly at myself. I remember how Dashie tells me how jealous she is of my boobs.

“It’s not fair! Out of all of us, Fluttershy has the best set of racks! Mine are too small”.

I giggled at the memory. I remembered exactly what I said to her.

“Oh Dashie. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re fine just the way you are”.

I remember her genuine smile towards me which I always knew that I always made her feel better about herself. She really is insecure but never shows it.

I put my hand under the running water coming from the faucet feeling the welcoming warmth. I step inside the shower, closing the curtain behind me. I stepped forward letting all the water press my long pink hair down on my head and back. I took my strawberry scented shampoo and washed my hair thoroughly to mask the smoke smell. After all the soap left my hair, I took my strawberry body wash and thoroughly washed my body. I made sure that I scrubbed well. I did my best to not miss a spot.

After about fifteen minutes in the shower, I turned the water off and wrapped my hair in a towel and my body in another. I stepped out of the bathroom and went to sit on the couch in my living room. A thought crossed my mind about smoking another cigarette while I sit and watch TV wrapped in my towels. I stopped myself ‘Fluttershy you took a shower to get rid of the smell. It can wait some other time’ I said to myself. I sighed as another thought crossed my mind.

‘Why is it my body keeps wanting me to smoke more often? I guess it’s because of the nicotine’

I do wonder many times every time I smoke whether I should quit? Well it’s obvious I should but damn it! I can’t help myself! Something about it just keeps drawing me back. I know it’s unhealthy. I do know what it’s doing to me but, I just can’t help myself. To me, it’s a stress reliever.

I look up at the clock and it read 7:30 PM. I stood up and went to my bedroom to get dressed into my night clothes and hung up the wet towels on a towel rack. I looked through my dresser and found a fresh pair of panties and a white loose T-Shirt. At night, I don’t wear a bra. I like to let my boobs bounce freely, makes me feel more comfortable y’know?

After getting dressed, I sat down on the couch in the living room. I picked up my purse that was sitting on the opposite side of the couch onto my lap. I take out my pack of cigarettes that were inside. I examined the pack. Virginia Slim 120’s, the classy type for women. No, it doesn’t say that last part on the pack, I made that up. Damn, I really don’t get why I do this. I know I mentioned earlier that it’s a stress reliever to me, but is that really true? I sighed and put the pack back in my purse and set it down. I grabbed the TV remote and flipped through the channels to see if anything was on. Nothing.

I sighed again. I’m not sure how I’m gonna break this secret habit of mine to them.

I’ve heard rumors about my friend Rarity being a smoker too. I wasn’t too sure. If she is, I could imagine because of the amount of stress she goes through filling orders. Though I know she’s underage, sure she’s 18 years old but remember I said that they changed the legal age to 21 which was only a year ago. I wonder if anyone found that to be true?

Anyway, in a couple days, the girls and I have our secrets day. I’ll explain again. At the end of every school year we confess each others secrets to see what we’ve been hiding. Except though, I’ve been hiding this since I started. I started smoking at 16. So it’s only been a year.

How did I start smoking?

That question will be saved for another time.

****

The next morning I went to Rarity’s for advice that I made up about how to reveal your smoking habit that one of my “friends” wants to admit to his friends.

I knock on her door. “Just a minute darling!” I hear my friend say on the other side.

A minute past and there revealed Rarity in her work clothes. She wore a white button blouse with long sleeves, black pants and heels. She wore red reading glasses on her face. ‘How could something this beautiful get influenced to a habit such as smoking?’ I thought.

She smiled at me warmly and told me to come inside. While going back to the kitchen to fetch me a water bottle she asked why I was here, not that she didn’t enjoy my company anyway. Knowing Rarity, she was always delighted to see any of her friends.

“I um… came to see if you could help me with something” I said as I took the water bottle.

Rarity looked at me curiously.

“About what dear?”

“I have a friend who has a habit and doesn’t know how to break it to his friends”.

Rarity raised an eyebrow.

“What is this habit?”

I wasn’t sure what I was going say. I simply hid behind my bangs and muttered my words..

“Um… about his.. Smoking habit”.

Darn, Rarity heard me! But she didn’t have a bad reaction or anything but smiled at me.

“I’m not sure darling, but the thing I would do actually is that I would sit down with them and just be honest. People eventually find out and there’s no point in hiding anything from your friends. If I was one of his friends, I wouldn’t think of him any different although I’d probably be shocked just a little”.

I nodded in response.

“Oh.. okay. Seems like a good answer”

Rarity got up from the couch and told me that she needed to do something real quick and I said okay.

About fifteen minutes past and I was getting bored. I didn’t want to intrude anything, not even the TV to entertain myself even though I don’t think Rarity would really even care that much since I’m her friend but still.

‘What is she doing?’ I thought

I sighed and walked up the stairs to see what Rarity doing.
‘Maybe she got caught sight of one of her designs that needed to be fixed? Or had to make a phone call?’

Upon arriving to the top of the stairs, I started to smell something familiar… very familiar. ‘Were the rumors true?’

As I proceeded down the hallway, the smell got stronger. I look around the hallway trying to figure out where the smell was coming from, it wasn’t as strong as I thought it’d be but I could still smell it. Oddly enough that downstairs I didn’t smell a thing but up here it’s almost a slap to the face.

‘If the rumors are true, how does her sister Sweetie Belle stand it? I never smell it on her when I’m around her’

I stopped in front of one of the doors. On it were 3 blue diamonds expertly carved into the door. I kneel down to sniff the underside of the door and definitely smelled smoke. Getting up, I knocked on the door.

“Don’t come in darling! I’ll be out in a few minutes!”

I knew she was trying to hide something, I wasn’t buying it. I opened the door quietly finding Rarity by her large open window. I watched a cloud of smoke come from in front of her. I was gasping on the inside. ‘The rumors were true!’ I thought.

‘Why in the world is Rarity smoking? This is weird to me honestly’

I cleared my throat to get her attention.

“Rarity?”

Rarity turned around, facing me. She turned around embarrassed as I saw her holding a cigarette between her fingers on her right hand. Her face was red, matching the same color as her glasses that she was still wearing on her face.

“Welp, I’m caught. I knew sooner or later one of you was going to find out about well…. this” Rarity said holding up her cigarette. Looking closer, it was in a fancy black cigarette holder that mainly showed class.

I was sort of shocked but not shocked at the same time. As I was somewhat sad that my one of my friends is a smoker but also it was hard for me to not grab my own pack and join her. That is to be revealed later.

I sat down on the bed, not really bothered one bit by the smell. I was surprised that I didn’t smell it on her when I was sitting next to her earlier. Must be her first one of the day.

I watched Rarity take a drag shamefully and blow out the smoke. Silence filled the room. It was weird watching her smoke. It’s just one of those things you know for when it’s always the ones that you’d never expect to do such things.

Finally, she had the courage to speak up.

“So.. darling, now that you know about my habit. You probably wonder why and how?”

I nodded.

She sighed.

“You have no idea how incredibly stressful this job can be. I very much enjoy doing what I do. It’s a lot of fun at times and others, it’s just a freaking nightmare!”
I nodded in acknowledgement.

“So you smoke mainly for stress relieving?” I asked Rarity.

She nodded shamefully.

“Unfortunately so. But the question is how I started was mainly from a party I went to a couple years ago. It was one of those fancy parties that I normally go to except, this one was a fancy smokers party. I didn’t know until I got there. The person who invited me never said specifics. Of course, being the person that I am, how could I not refuse?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Who invited you?” I asked.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. But it was Fleur De Lis”.

I rolled my eyes. Go figure, Fleur De Lis always causes trouble and make people do things they don’t want to do but for Rarity’s case, she went anyway.

“She only smokes during these parties. She mainly went because her boyfriend Fancy Pants went but they insisted on inviting me because of the work I do for them. Since my parents are always traveling, nobody could tell me that I couldn’t go”.

“Okay, but how did you start?” I said getting a little impatient.

Rarity took one long last drag from her cigarette and put it out, disposing it in a trashcan nearby.

She cleared her throat once more.

“Well, it was because of Fleur. She knew for a fact that I’ve never smoked before. I politely refused a couple times but watching everyone else do it, I was tempted. That fucking Blueblood douche was there and he made me so mad that I asked Fleur for a cigarette and smoked right in front of him”.

I cocked my head to the side “Huh? What did he do? I know he’s mean but.. How was he an influence?”

“His arrogance darling. He smokes a pipe like one of those british folks. So he was acting like a snobby piece of trash that he is. I wanted to show him that I have just as much class than he does, but I ended up realizing I stooped to his level”.

I shook my head, but I let my friend continue.

“A few days later, my body was going crazy and it wanted the nicotine because I was still working and making a living to take care of me and my little sister”.

A human's natural response for these things. Once your body recognizes these new habits they want more of it, especially under stress.

“But, knowing that I was only sixteen, I couldn’t go to the store to buy a pack so I asked my older brother Elusive. At first he refused which was to be expected of course. But I told him that if I got him into the culinary school he really wanted to go to, he would supply me with these”.

Rarity held up the pack she smokes.

“However, he monitored how many I would smoke a day. Most of the time it was two or three a day. One in the morning, afternoon and evening and on some cases before I went to bed. After school you all know I worked to make my money as well as my brother. He’s never smoked a day in his life and he never will. I on the other hand wish that I never picked this up. I know I’m just gonna look awful when I get older”.

During her rant, all I would respond with nods and mhm’s and stuff.

Before I could respond any further, Rarity said that she regrets starting but she can’t quit no matter how hard she tries. Just like I know how hard it is for my mom to quit and she’s been trying for the last five years. Crazy right?

Silence filled the room again as I had no idea what to say next other than that I feel kind of sorry for her. Knowing that she’s stuck with a habit she can’t break really sucks. I walked over to her and embraced her. Telling her everything will be alright.

As much as I wanted to tell her that my friend wanted to reveal his habit to his friends was basically covering up myself from revealing it to her early.

“I’ll cya later Rarity”.

With that, I left the room.

****

The next day I was taking a walk around the city just to you know, explore and watch nature reclaim its land. The talk with Rarity yesterday got me thinking about how I am going to explain my smoking habit to them. The sleepover is tomorrow night which includes our traditional secret sharing. Ugh, the stress is killing me. I took out my pack, taking one out and lighting up and instantly feeling instant relief blowing out that first puff of smoke. Much better.

I’ve thought about quitting these before that night but that’s impossible. Well, they say nothing is impossible but for me, it kinda is. Each drag that I take in and each time I blow out either from my mouth or nose, I feel as if it was meant to be sometimes. Do I really enjoy smoking? I mean, I’ve heard that some women smoke because they just simply enjoy it and love it. Me? I have mixed feelings about it. Knowing the long term effects of this scares me, truly it does. However now, there’s nothing I can really do about it.

I’ve also heard that some guys like girls that smoke. Kinda perverted and weird at the same time if you ask me. I’d be very uncomfortable if I turned around to find a stranger watching me smoke.

My legs were starting to feel tired so I sat down by a nearby bench. I took in a long drag to stimulate my nerves, relieving me of my stress again. As I blew out the smoke, I heard a bark come from behind me. I turned around and saw a familiar face that could only belong to…

“Winona?!”

END PART 1.

Author's Note

Greetings!

This is another one of my projects. I however, am NOT proud of this story whatsoever. Infact, I regret writing this sometimes. But, my creativity gets in the way and won't leave me alone unless I actually write it.

So... hate me please. I don't blame you.
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-Shy