Stoner in Equestria(Part 5)

>Day 'Aw Yeah Gurl' in Equestria.

>You feel fucking awesome.

>After you got AJ high, she was willing to hit the hay with you. You, of course, accepted.

>Expecting her to pull a 'Rarity', you turn to her and nudge her awake. Needless to say, you're pretty surprised when instead, she gives you a content smile and cuddles into you.

"Heh, guess last night must have been pretty good, huh?"

>Your comment gets you a hoof to the shoulder.

>After awhile, both of you get up and start the day. You stay for breakfast and help around a bit, before saying your goodbyes.

>AppleJack told you that you could come by anytime. You might take her up on that eventually.

>You leave Sweet Apple Acres and head to town. You figure you might as well pass some time before heading to your next destination,

>Sugarcube Corner.

>You walk around town, not doing anything of interest or importance. Saying 'hellos' where they're needed and such.

>Some time later, you decide its a decent enough time to head to Pinkie's place.

>As your walking, you start pondering what'll happen if Pinkie takes a hit of your weed. Her friends have all had varying reactions, the most similar being AJ and Rarity's.

>You can't really imagine a High Pinkie. And you're not sure if you want to!

>Arriving, you walk in and take your seat at a table near the back corner. It was the only place the Cakes let you smoke.

>Most p0nies didn't mind, but smoke during your meal is probably a little off-putting, so you understand.

>You're just about wrapping up your thoughts when the Pink Menace herself appears out of nowhere!

>Literally.

>You would question it, but you've been told not to question what Pinkie does. Oh, is she talking?

>You didn't get any of that.

"Err...sorry Pinkie, what was that?"

>"Oh, I'm just wondering how come you always got that! And what it is! And-"

>Dear God. Its just rambling now. You hold up a hand and she pauses. Neat trick.

"Pinkie, slow down and calm down. This, is-"

>You were holding out you joint, but you remembered your earlier thoughts on High Pinkie.

"Well, its a human thing."

>Which isn't really true. But- Hey where'd she go?

>She comes back with some muffins and cupcakes. You think they look a bit odd, but you pay it no mind. Free food, right?

>Plus, it helps to have some food when you got the munchies.

>You say your thanks to Pinkie and you take two, leaving four for her.

>She scarfs them down in a flash of pink. Damn. You'd hate to be hosting Pinkie if she ever got the munchies.

>But that won't happen! 'Cause Pinkie won't be getting any weed in her anytime soon.

>She brings out more pastries at random intervals, and you follow the same pattern of you taking a third.

>You both pass some time talking, or well, Pinkie talked. Occasionally giving you a chance for input.

>After about half an hour Pinkie get a really weird look in her eyes. Your kinda worried, she's being silent.

"Pinkie, you okay?"

>She snaps out of it but you can clearly see a hunger of monstrous proportions in her eyes. The fuck?

"Pink-"

>She's gone in a blur of pink, toward the kitchen she went! You follow, stopping dead in your tracks at the sight you behold.

>Shes eating everything.

>Anything that is food-related is shoved down her open maw. You're not sure how she's not choking.

>Still, the sight is pretty fucking scary.

>She seems to have eaten everything here and speeds out of Sugarcube Corner, a pink after-trail following.

>She seems to be going from house to house. Oh well, not your problem right?

>You figure you might as well grab your bag and head to bed. Pinkie apparently made room for you in her room.

>As you grab your bag, you can't help but think it seems a lot lighter...that's not right.

>You open it...and you don't even try to hold in the cry of complete despair that echos out of your mouth.

>Your weed! Gone! The ounce you had left, which was supposed to last you until Zecora made more, was but a few seeds and stems!

>Suddenly, Pinkie's extreme hunger makes sense. But how'd she finish an entire ou-

>The pastries.

>She...she baked your stash into pastries! M-maybe there was still some left over in the kitchen?

>You rush there and scour it for anything that remains, which, after the Pinkie Tornado, was nothing.

>You weep openly that night, making your sorrow known.

>Today was a bad day.