Title:           AiE Thread 420 thingus
Author:          implyingRope
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First Edit:      Friday 21st of September 2012 10:41:16 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 21st of September 2012 10:41:16 PM CDT

>420th day in Equestria
>Pretty boring day. Nothing even remotely interesting happening.
>You helped out at Sweet Apple Acres in the morning. Acquired bits.
>Had lunch at the little bistro in town. Hay-bacon lettuce and tomato sammich.
>Fucking derishus.
>Went to Twilights house/library to get a book to read. Latest Daring Do.
>Nostalgia'd a bit for Indiana Jones movies, lamented the fact you'd never see one again.
>Shit. Now you're thinking of home again. A single tear trys to force it's way out.
>Fuck you unmanly tear, Equestria is your home now. dealwithit.
>Feels successfully repressed.
>Continue your way to the market, purchase tasty hard cider and snacks for later.
>Run into some friends and carry on with a pleasant conversation. Say your goodbyes and head on on home.
>Lounge on your comfy as fuck couch and start to read the new ok where the fuck is Fluttershy?
>She's way the fuck overdue for the latest lame fetish guess. Try to get back to reading.
>Thirty minutes later you give up. You're too on edge now. Any second she would show up. You just know it.
>A half hour of anxious pacing later you say fuck it. You'll just go to her house and get it over with.
>Knocking on her door you hear a mumbled "Comee inn, pfft come...in heheee"
>A massive cloud of smoke billows out of the door when you open it. Holy shit that's... when the did the p0nies get weed?
>You walk in to find Flutters sprawled out on her sofa, a still smoking bong resting on her stomach.
>"Heyy Anonee, how's things man? You wanna hit of this?", her bloodshot eyes rolling to look up at you.
>You crouch down next to her and pick up the bong. Huh, it's made of an old bear shaped honey container.
>She passes you a candle, "Toke up big guy, I got tons of this primo bud."
>With zero fucks to give you plop down on the couch next to her and proceed to get blazed.
>Hitting it like a sir you manage to hold back the cough. Hooooooooold and exhale. With a quickness you feel it coming on.
>Starting with an antsy tingle in your legs, working it's way up your body. That old familiar fuzzyness filling your everything now.
>Leaning back into the sofa as Fluttershy wraps a wing over your shoulder. "Good shit huh? Applejack grows it out behind the orchards."
>You nod in approval as she takes the bong from you and helps herself to some more.
"So I uh, see why you didn't try to guss my fetish today. Heheheeeh." ,a goofy grin on your face.
>"Ohhh sheeeit. So um, yeah, uuuh is getting high and um... hehe wait, what are we talking about?"
>Dayum this some good weed.
 
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>the dope has untied your mental shoelaces
>she's sitting in your lap now, and you are looking into her very pretty cyan eyes
>and wondering why this little intermittent voice in the back of your head is saying "stop"
>she's taking another pull from the bong
>and you begin to think she always did have pretty lips
>even if they are in the middle of a hoers snout
>snoot
>you giggle
>it's a funny word, snoot snoot snoot snoot
>and she kisses you on the mouth
>you can't remember what you did after that
>but it felt good
 
 
>next morning you wake up in the bushes near Yellowquiet's cottage
>nekkid
>your memories of the previous day are rather hazy
>by which we mean, nearly nonexistent
>given certain of your habits, this state is not unknown to you
>you unsteadily make your way home, getting somewhat more stares than usual from the locals
>you shower the twigs out of your hair, make breakfast, and think nothing else of it
>in fact you have quite forgotten about Yellowquiet and her obsession with you
>eleven months pass
>there is a knock at your door
>it's Yellowquiet, looking rather unhappy
>she's holding up a baby centaur and he has your eyes
>"So, Anonymous."
>uh oh
>"Is having a family your fetish?"
>oh god what have I done
>today was a child support day