It was a peaceful day in Ponyville. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and Pinkie Pie was in her element, baking up a storm at Sugarcube Corner. Today’s masterpiece? A batch of her special brownies, made with an ingredient not listed in any of the Cakes’ official recipes.
As the brownies cooled on the counter, Pinkie’s ears perked up. “Oh fuck! I forgot my cider from Sweet Apple Acres!” she exclaimed, zipping out the door in her usual whirlwind of energy.
Moments later, Fluttershy wandered into the bakery, drawn in by the intoxicatingly sweet aroma. Her delicate nose twitched as she took a deep inhale.
“Oh, my,” she murmured, spotting the brownies. “Those look absolutely delicious. I’m sure Pinkie wouldn’t mind if I just tried one…”
With a small smile, Fluttershy helped herself to a brownie. It smelled a little unusual, but the taste was heavenly—rich, fudgy, and with a subtle, earthy undertone.
“Mmm, Pinkie must have used a new ingredient,” she said, savoring another bite.
By the time Pinkie returned, Fluttershy was licking the crumbs off her hooves. Pinkie froze mid-bounce, her jaw dropping.
“Fluttershy!” she shrieked. “Why the fuck are you eating my brownies?”
Fluttershy jumped, startled. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Pinkie. I just couldn’t resist. They smelled so good.”
Pinkie’s mane seemed to deflate slightly as she stared at her friend in horror. “Oh shit… oh no no no no.”
“What’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked, her ears flattening.
Pinkie hesitated before blurting out, “You just ate my weed brownies!”
Fluttershy’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Oh no! I’ve never had drugs before! Will I be okay?”
Pinkie nodded quickly. “You’ll be fine! But, uh, since you’ve never had them before, the effects might be… exaggerated.”
Before Fluttershy could respond, her eyes began to dilate, and her legs wobbled like jelly. “Oh… oh my,” she murmured, swaying. “Pinkie, I think I can see sounds.”
Pinkie nearly spat out her cider. “Oh fuck. This is happening. You should… sit down. I’ll call the girls.”
As Pinkie dashed off to round up the rest of their friends, Fluttershy tottered unsteadily around the bakery. She paused to stare at a trashcan. “Oh, hello there, Mr. Tin Can. Do you come here often?”
When Pinkie returned with Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity in tow, they were greeted by the sight of Fluttershy having a deep conversation with a mop.
“…and that’s why I think carrots are overrated,” Fluttershy concluded solemnly before turning to the group. “Oh, hi, girls. When did you all grow extra legs?”
Applejack snorted, trying to cover her laughter. Rarity looked appalled. “Oh, darling. She’s absolutely zeeked.”
“Zeeked?” Rainbow Dash repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
Fluttershy gasped, pointing an accusatory hoof at Rainbow. “I am NOT fake! I’ll have you know I’m as real as… as…” She trailed off, staring at a nearby cupcake as if it held the secrets of the universe.
Twilight groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose with a hoof. “Fucking hell… Alright, we’re going to need a plan. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, get some food—I’ve read that it can help. Rarity, grab some blankets. Pinkie, cider for everyone. Let’s ride this out.”
The group dispersed to their tasks, leaving Twilight to corral Fluttershy onto the couch. “You need to rest,” she said firmly.
Fluttershy’s eyes darted around nervously. “I’m under arrest?! Did the colors tell you what I did?” She glared suspiciously at the wall.
Twilight sighed, gently pushing her friend onto the cushions. “Holy shit, Fluttershy, you’re so high you make Cloudsdale look like it’s underground.”
Thirty minutes later, Applejack and Rainbow Dash returned with an assortment of snacks. Rainbow tossed a box of crackers onto Fluttershy’s lap.
“Here, eat this.”
Fluttershy batted it away dramatically. “I don’t need… crackers. I need…” She paused, staring into space. “What was I saying?”
Applejack shook her head. “Land sakes, Pinkie. Any other pony could’ve handled this shit better.”
Pinkie waltzed in with a tray of cider, grinning. “You can’t lie. It’s funny as hell, right?”
“Funny?!” Rarity snapped, draping a blanket over the dazed pegasus. “Look at her! She’s absolutely geeked!”
“She’ll be fine,” Pinkie said dismissively. “Probably.”
“Probably?” Rainbow Dash barked. “How much goddamn weed did you put in those brownies?”
Pinkie laughed nervously. “Uhhh… triple the normal amount?”
The room went silent.
“PINKIE PIE! You dumbass!” Twilight shouted. “What were you thinking?!”
Pinkie shrugged. “I was bored.”
Everypony groaned, collectively facehoofing. Fluttershy, startled by the noise, jumped up. “Oh shit! Was that thunder? Is there a storm? I need to get home to Angel Bunny!”
Twilight blocked her path. “Absolutely not. You’re in no condition to go anywhere. You’re so high you’d try to fly to the moon and think it’s a shortcut.”
Fluttershy’s eyes filled with tears. “But… whyyyyy?”
“Just rest, okay?” Twilight said soothingly.
Fluttershy flopped back onto the couch, snuggling into the blanket. Within moments, she was snoring softly.
Rarity sighed in relief. “Well, that’s something.”
Pinkie’s eyes lit up. “Girls sleepover!” she whisper-yelled, pulling everyone into a group hug.
The others exchanged tired but amused glances. It was going to be a long night in Ponyville.
As the hours passed, Fluttershy’s high took on new dimensions. She woke up briefly and stared at Twilight with a curious expression. “Do you think… stars have feelings?” she asked, her tone as serious as if she’d just solved a great mystery.
Twilight blinked. “Uh… maybe?”
Fluttershy nodded sagely. “I think they’re lonely.” She then promptly fell back asleep.
Applejack chuckled, handing Twilight a mug of cider. “You’re a real trooper for stayin’ calm through all this shit.”
“Calm? This is me on the verge of losing my goddamn mind,” Twilight muttered, taking a sip.
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was trying to suppress her laughter as Fluttershy began mumbling in her sleep. “No, Mr. Bunny… the carrots are for everyone… share with the squirrels…”
Rarity glanced at the clock. “How much longer is this supposed to last?”
Pinkie Pie, now munching on one of the regular brownies she’d baked earlier, shrugged. “Eh, probably a few more hours. Or until morning. Either way, she’ll be fine! And we’ve got snacks, blankets, and cider. What more could you want?”
Twilight shot her a look. “How about not having to fucking babysit a stoned Fluttershy?”
Pinkie giggled. “You have to admit, it’s kinda funny.”
Fluttershy stirred again, sitting up with a dazed expression. “Is it tomorrow?” she asked, her words slurred.
Twilight patted her on the back. “Almost. Just rest a little longer, okay?”
Fluttershy nodded, then frowned. “I think my wings are buzzing. Or maybe that’s the couch. Is the couch alive?”
“Go back to sleep, Fluttershy,” Twilight said firmly.
Eventually, the chaos settled as Fluttershy drifted into a deeper sleep. The rest of the group sprawled out around Sugarcube Corner, exhausted but amused by the unexpected adventure. As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the windows, Fluttershy finally stirred, blinking groggily.
“Oh, what happened?” she murmured.
Pinkie grinned. “You got fucking stoned!” she declared, throwing confetti into the air.
Fluttershy frowned. “What does that mean?”
Twilight sighed. “It means you ate something you shouldn’t have. But don’t worry, we took care of you.”
Fluttershy blushed. “Oh, I’m so sorry for causing so much trouble.”
Rainbow Dash smirked. “Trouble? Nah. That’s the funniest shit that’s happened all week.”
The group burst into laughter, and even Fluttershy managed a small, sheepish giggle.
It was a night they wouldn’t soon forget—and one Fluttershy hoped she’d never accidentally repeat.
Author's Note
Flutterhigh hehehehehehhehehe
