>Work at a fluffy pony kennel
>Go in the back room on friday nights
>Whenever you enter, the ponies all coo, "Pway!" and "Funny munsta!"
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>Grab your bong from behind one of the cages, and your bag of nasty out of your back pocket
>You pull up a chair to the back wall and begin to get really high
>The new fluffy ponies you got this week are confused, "Why scawey munsta bweav fiuw!"
>Other veteran-ponies re-assure them
>"Dun' wowwy-- funny munsta! He pway funny game!"
>You keep smoking until you effectively hotbox the room
>Soon, fluffy ponies breathing in the smoke start to experience the effects of THC
>The little furballs start to get mellow, their already-short attention spans dissolving to nothing
>"Why fwuffy swow?" and, "Tummy happy! Fwuffy wike dis game!" are said in slow, high voices, under a consistent aura of giggling fluffies that almost sounds like rain after a while
 
>A few hours pass and you've smoked about half your stash
>The room is absolutely caked in thick smoke
>You look around, observe what everyp0ny is doing, and reach behind a cahe to pull out your notebook
-Night 7-
-Fluffies exposed to roughly 1.5 grams of cannabis-
-Fluffies have adapted to the routine of exposure every Friday night, and see it as a "fun game".
-Post-exposure, subjects experience typical marijuana-related effects; slower perception of time, mellow-ness, increased apetite, among other things
-Male ponies appear to be aroused sexually by exposure; possibly because of relaxed blood vessels. They appear to achieve a sex drive comparable to mid-mating season. Occasionally I have heard some fluffy rapes and there will probably be males' bodies to pick up in the morning. Hopefully a lack of accommodating fur-shaving has prevented impregnation.
-Fluffies sometimes gather in groups of twos or threes and just hug one another for a long time
-At one point- and I'm not sure about this -I believe I heard singing coming from the ponies. They appear to be writing folk-songs.
-Mobs of fluffies appear at the feeder-troughs, I hypothesize that suffocation has occurred.
-Must study antics of fluffy ponies with another observer
>Just then, a knock comes on the door
>"Mr. Anon, we know you're in there! We can smell narcotics from out here, come out with your hands up."
>Your heart stops
>Some fluffies are extremely scared by the noise
>"Where noise?!" "Fwiends?" "Fwuffy scawed, bad noise!"
>You hide the bong and the bag and the notebook instinctually, but it's too late
>"We're kicking down the door on the count of three! 1! 2! 3!"
 
>The door comes down
>The entire crowd of fluffy ponies starts crying
>They come after you and drag your ass out of the room
>As they're leaving, one officer leans back in and says, "Don't any of you move, we're coming back for drug tests!"
>He slams the door and all of the fluffies provide their urine in advance