On the outskirts of Ponyville, inside a quaint and quiet little cottage, two little mares are sitting next to each other, laughing and giggling like school fillies at the t.v. Watching a gameshow where the contestants are humorously disposed of if they lose the subsequent challenge they are tasked with.
“Hey…” Treehugger said as she lazily looked over to her humble host, “Do you want to smoke?” offered the mare, her eyes half-lidded and sleepy.
Fluttershy pressed a hoof to her chin. While a tempting offer, she had no extra bits for any sort of a bud or ‘hemp’ “Oh, I couldn’t afford it, sorry.”
Treehugger snorted and shook her head, “I didn’t ask if you wanted to buy it…” she reached into her satchel bag and pulled out a small wooden box, pulling off the top to reveal two finely rolled tobacco leaves with a strong-smelling, pungent, and near mouth-watering scent of peppery tobacco and earthy, and herbal weed.
Fluttershy peered off to the side, both intrigued and nervous, “Oh wow, did you plan this?” questioned the pegasus.
“Heh…yeah, you’ve been having some…negative energy, and I thought I’d help you out…” smiled Treehugger.
Fluttershy tapped her hooves together. It had been a while since she sampled a taste of Treehuggers herbs. But things had been relatively tight budget-wise. The cost of maintaining the animals, feeding herself, and paying the bills made very little room for frivolous purchases.
Slowly she fished in the wooden box for one of the blunts before fetching a box of matches from a small basket on the coffee table. Full of junk, keys, and a dusty old corncob pipe she found by the creak with Applejack.
Slipping the cigar in her mouth, she awkwardly fetched a match from the box, striking the matchstick against the bark as small sparks and flame spat from the bark and unto the spick. Casting flame on the little wooden stick.
Fluttershy quickly lit hers and Treehugger’s blunt before the two took a long drag on the cigars, the tips of their devices burning brightly with orange embers as the scent of herbal and earthy smoke filled the air. As the musky taste of smokey smog filled their mauls. Inhaling, Fluttershy nearly gagged, her mouth filling with spit and drool before the mare erupted in a coughing fit.
Treehugger didn’t even flinch before exhaling a cloud of white smoke and turning over to comfort her friend, “Just let it out, you’re fine, man….”
Fluttershy gasped for breath before rubbing her face. Her eyes and cheeks felt heavy, her mouth drier, and her stomach felt noticeably empty, “Oh my….” whispered Fluttershy.
“Heh….yup,” replied Treehugger, the mares reaching a near psychic connection as they felt their bodies relax and their minds almost connect. It was beginning to look like an easy slow Sunday with a few movies or two and some snacks. A gentle rapping was heard from the front door.
“Fluttershy?” chimed Twilight, “I’m just stopping by to deliver A few of those potions you wanted!”
Terror and fear clasped Fluttershy like an iron grip as her heart pounded, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” she silently squealed, just barely audible, but her face sold it. She was in panic mode.
“Relax… let’s just wait it out….” whispered Treehugger.
As if Twilight heard the mare speak, she absently replied, “Is anyone home? I can hear the t.v!” grumbled Twilight.
Slowly the door opened with a trembling Fluttershy, and cool as ice Treehugger greeted the unicorn, “H-hi T-Twilight,” mumbled Fluttershy, “Um…t-the potions?...”
“Oh right, I hope these work well, I looked for potions that were safe for animals, but boy, it’s sure difficult with some of these older books. But I managed.” her words sped by like the Ponyville train. It was almost dizzying.
The unicorn sniffed, wincing, “What’s that smell?”
Fluttershy shook in terror as Treehugger quickly attempted to cover the two, “Just some animal feed.”
“Huh…” Twilight sniffed again and peered at the ponies before her, quickly noticing their red, watery eyes and Fluttershy’s unusually nervous posture, “Hmm….”
Treehugger put on her best poker face, one no doubt mastered through years of experience and practice, but Fluttershy gave it away. Her fear and anxiety bled through like ink. Twilight gasped in shock, “You two are…are…” her voice lowered, “Smoking!”
Fluttershy shed a few stress-induced tears before Treehugger stepped forward, “Relax, Twilight…should come to join us.”
“J-join you!?” gawked Twilight, “I am under Princess Celestia’s tutelage, and under special instruction from her, I can just…ruin my brain with that stuff when she’s counting on me! Besides, that stuff isn’t legal!”
“In Canterlot,” replied Treehugger.
“W-wha-?”
“It’s not legal in Canterlot, but in Ponyville?.... It’s fully legal….”
Twilight felt as if a metaphorical rug was taken from underneath her, her legalist morality challenged. She quickly shifted gears, “Well, I er…it may be legal to smoke, but selling it is most certainly illegal!”
Treehugger shrugged, “I didn’t sell any. I got this from somepony else.”
“Who!?”
“I don’t gotta say squat.”
“Fluttershy?” snapped Twilight.
Fluttershy quickly shook her head no, “S-sorry, I don’t know...”
There was a tense quiet as the standoff unceremoniously began. An unnerving stare from Twilight was shared between the two mares. A long silence grew into a cold ambiance of low grumbles and stiff whimpers. Before suddenly, Treehugger broke the metaphorical stalemate with a flick of a match and a quick puff on the reefer.
“Ugh, you’re terrible!” complained Twilight.
“Look, do you want to try it or not? I don’t have all day…” mumbled Treehugger through a groggy haze.
“....Fine, but if only for research and practical purposes!” strained Twilight.
“Hey, I know all about practical use.” grinned Treehugger.
Fluttershy curled up inside and winced, “Please, let’s just go inside already. I’m already drained….”
As they stepped inside the cozy cottage, setting aside any requested potions and medicine before partaking in something of an alternative remedy. With many awkward and anxious giggles shared one Sunday afternoon. The End.
