- >”Come on, Anon! How long is this gonna take?”
- >Pinkie impatiently paces your living room floor as you continue to churn the grinder.
- “Patience, Pinkie. You can’t rush these things.”
- >Cracking open the grinder, you peek inside and check its contents.
- >By the looks of it, the stuff is ready.
- >Pinkie curiously pokes her nose into the canister and takes a whiff.
- >”Ew! It smells like one of Fluttershy’s skunk friends!”
- >Grabbing your trusty peace pipe, you chuckle as you fill it up.
- “That’s the smell of some high grade shit right there.”
- >Placing the pipe to your lips, you ignite your lighter and a take a deep breath.
- >Pinkie watches as you inhale, taking in the smoke with great force.
- >It travels through your lungs, tightening your chest just a bit.
- >More and more you take in, making sure to completely fill your lungs.
- >Your body reaches its limit, causing to cough like a madman.
- >The smoke escapes your lungs, but leaves a wonderful sense of lightheadedness behind.
- >Turning to Pinkie, you hand her the pipe and offer a hit.
- >She stares at the pipe, trying to figure out a way to hold it.
- “Fuck, I forgot. No hands. Here.”
- >You hold the pipe for her and ignite the lighter.
- >The moment the smoke makes its way into her lungs, she starts hacking like a brittle, old man.
- >The giggles inside you begin to build up, but you withhold them for the time being.
- “Virgin lungs, man.”
- >Pinkie rolls her eyes and signals you light up again.
- >She takes a second hit, much longer than your first one.
- >With a smooth release, Pinkie lets out the contents of her lungs and smiles.
- >This is the moment you’ve been waiting so long for.
- >To see Pinkie high is going to be the greatest moment of your life.
- >Her eyelids begin to droop as her bottom hits the floor, unable to comprehend the situation.
- >”Whoa, I feel funny.”
- >Patting the cushion beside you, begin to giggle at her funny expression.
- “Just… hehehe… let it flow, dude. Take a seat and… uh… Yeah.”
- >Pinkie slowly takes a seat beside you and stares at the ceiling.
- >You on the other hand, lift the pipe up and take another hit.
- >Your chest tightens again as you take an even bigger hit and release.
- >A tingling sensation courses through your entire body, almost as if your limbs have all fallen asleep.
- >It’s a wonderful feeling.
- >“Got any music we can listen to?” Pinkie asks.
- >You point at a record player in the corner and then to a pile of vinyls right next to it.
- >She slowly rises from her seat and looks through the vinyls as you feel the softness of your couch.
- >After what feels like an eternity, Pinkie puts on of the record on the turntable and reclaims her seat.
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pSlu2okpqM
- >Slouching back in your seat, you close your eyes and let the music take over.
- >Behind the darkness of your lids, you begin to see vibrant colors flow through your vision, almost like they’re alive.
- >Each sound, each beat, creates a different color scheme, sending your mind into a blitzed frenzy.
- >”Hey, Anon?”
- >You open your eyes and look at the pink mare.
- >She slowly rubs her belly with her hoof, looking a bit discomforted.
- >”I’m hungry.”
- >Closing your eyes again, you visualize yourself preparing a full three course meal and feel your stomach rumble.
- “It’s cool, I just put a turkey in the oven.”
- >Pinkie snorts and breaks down into a giggle fit which you find yourself doing as well before passing out on the couch.
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