"There~ Angel you look adorable!"  Fluttershy cooed as she removed her rabbit's curlers and fluffed his tail.  The rabbit held his arms crossed the entire time, impatient and entitled (as far as he was concerned) to the pampering.  "Now are you sure there's nothing you want from the market?  This is the only time I'll be able to make it for the next few weeks."

Angel thought about his answer very carefully and then, with a flash of genius, he ran into the living room to fetch a book.  Fluttershy, used to her pet's spoiled behavior, waited patiently for him to return with his request.  When he did come back, however, the canary pegasus witnessed his latest request for absurdly high quality foodstuffs: a real golden apple, as it was displayed in the illustration to a very old text.

"Angel Bunny you know better!  How would I afford something like that?"  Fluttershy asked, indignant.  She was hoping her motherly tone would dissuade him of that particular outlandish demand, but as always it failed to do so.  Angel flipped through the book again and pointed, very impatiently, at a map of the Everfree Forest; one that showed where the apples grew.  Fluttershy pouted and, since the rodent had riposted her financial reason for refusal and even went so far as to provide an alternative, knew that she'd been beaten.  Fluttershy submitted to Angel's demands with a heavy sigh, "I'll go get my saddle bags...  You're lucky you're cute."

A massive grin broke across Angel's little face.  He thumped his feet in glee, which he knew Fluttershy couldn't resist, and was promptly snuggled by the mare.  "I'll be back soon, maybe Rainbow Dash will help me out with these...  But you behave yourself while I'm gone, do you hear me, Mister?"  Fluttershy's pets had all trained the pegasus to think she had any kind of authority with her speech, Angel most of all with his cutesy stance and absurdly expressive face.  Fluttershy turned and closed her door, locked it, and took off in flight toward Rainbow's home.  

Angel, meanwhile, sat back on the couch, draped his ears back over the cushion, and sighed.  His sigh began in the usual high pitched squeak that was customary for him, but quickly deepened to a register and intonation similar to that of Danny DaVito.  "That ought'a keep that dingbat busy for a couple of hours..."

The rabbit stood and walked slowly beneath the coffee table, fitting easily under the raised structure and removed his very own box from a hidden shelf beneath.  He opened the thing up and removed a stack of two inch rolling papers and a lighter, just about the only things that he could fit in the tiny container, and walked over to the bookshelf that he had become oh so familiar with.  Upon his expert removal of a very specific tome about gardening, Angel reached far to the back of the shelves and removed the "medical" herbs that Fluttershy hid back there.  Every week or so he liked to send her on a ridiculous errand so that he could raid the stash, and he smoked so little that the pegasus never really noticed.  Not to mention the fact that Fluttershy always somehow came through on those errands, so even the bunny's munchies benefited from the deceit.  

With a few grams of the finely ground "flowers" in hand, Angel returned to the loveseat that Fluttershy kept by the fireplace.  He was never sure why she didn't just spring for a nice leather recliner, seeing as how she never brought home anypony to share the loveseat with, but he did have a most favorite spot.  The space where two cushions came together formed a dent that he could sink into, and it even left a large enough gap for his tail to slip comfortably between; it was absolutely perfect for such an occasion.  Angel sat down in his spot, sighing again with his disturbingly deep Jersey voice, and poured a pawful of weed into the open papers.  With practiced skill and without spilling a single leaf, Angel rolled a fatty nearly the size of one of his ears, licked it to seal, and finished by twisting and tucking the ends.  He smelled his creation as though it were a cigar, and felt his toes curl in pleasure at the pungent plant, but he couldn't help thinking that something was missing.

Before sparking up the joint, Angel laid it out on the coffee table right next to his engraved silver lighter and hopped on over to the gramophone that Fluttershy kept absolutely spotless.  She rarely ever used it, but he made sure the music maker got enough mileage to warrant the occasional oil change.  He didn't need to thumb through the records for too long before deciding on his very favorite set of smoking tunes; Dark Side of the Moon.

Angel sank back into the loveseat once again, picked up his joint and his lighter, and stared into the fireplace.  It was midday, but the house was fairly dark due to the always drawn curtains.  Angel, once more, stood back up and piled some wood, one log at a time, into the empty space.  He used one of his torn and deformed rolling papers as kindling, and got a nice fire roaring in the space, surrounding him in the calming, flickering orange light that he loved so very much.  With that, he leaned in and used the raging flames to light up.  Thick vapor filled his lungs almost instantly as he inhaled, and the natural flavor from the fireplace carried through the sweet, fresh taste of the marijuana.  He relaxed immediately, and hopped back into the chair, finally satisfied with his setup.

By the time the third song on the album started to play, Angel was well on his way to getting completely baked.  His joint had burned away by about a quarter, which was more than enough to toast the two pound rabbit despite his tolerance, but he went for broke whenever he had the chance to toke.  As he piled back one more enormous hit, a well known ferret friend of his hopped up on the back of the loveseat.

"Hey Angel, what'cha up to?"  The weasely creature asked in her usual, perky voice.

"Ah you know.  Same ol' same ol'."  Angel said, never turning his gaze away from the fire.

"Heh, ninety-nine problems, huh?"

"Yeah, but the bitch ain't one...  I got her chasing golden apples this time."

"Jeez, golden apples?  Is there anything she won't do for you?"

Angel smirked and made a rude gesture with his free paw while taking his next hit.

"Besides that."  The ferret said with a giggle.  Halfway through the rabbit's pull, she joined Angel on the loveseat to his left, and he passed it over to her.

"I dunno."  He said, letting the smoke pour out before his eyes.  The glassy, beady, little rabbit eyes reflected the firelight-accented trails of smoke drifting from his nose and mouth.  "I'll let you know when I find out."

The ferret, almost pure white with exception of a brown patch on each of her ears, positioned herself on the cushion so that she too was lying back and staring at the fire.  Her eyes, however, focused on the ember at the end of the joint instead of the larger conflagration.  Angel smiled over to her and used his ear to pat her on the back when she wasn't paying attention, startling her lanky body.  "And what have you been up to all week, Farrah?"

"Hehehe, you know, same old same old."  She said, purposely repeating Angel's answer for him.  "Made a nest in the dryer lint, scratched a hole or two in the walls in Fluttershy's bedroom...  Nothing out of the ordinary."  She took another drag and passed it back to the waiting bunny.  Angel smiled and took his turn without any hesitation.  The fire gradually became more and more interesting as licking flames scraped at the hearth.  Farrah smiled and sunk a little more, her eyes glassing over and turning just as pink as Angel's.  The couple sat there and stared a little longer, enjoying the music and the weed with their show.

Angel and Farrah finished the joint just before the final song began, their small bodies had drooped and sunk into the cushions such that they were pressed up against each other, giggling wildly.  "Oh wow...  This shit's good.  Where'd Fluttershy get it?"  Farrah asked.

"You ask her if you want, I just smoke the stuff when she's not around."

"Hah, you know she doesn't really understand us, Right?"

"Sometimes I don't really know...  I swear she can have deep conversations with those damn beavers."

"Yeah but you and me... and like ninety percent of the rest of us, she just reads our voice intonations.  Yesterday I spent nearly five minutes cussing her out and she brought me a fruit salad afterwards."

"Oh I've totally done that before, fun isn't it?"

"It's almost worth the dirty looks everyone else gives you, huh?"

"Hah, to hell with those guys, bunch o' prudes."

"Heh, speaking of which, you wanna fool around?"

"Mmmmn..."  Angel had to think for a minute before answering.  He really didn't wanna get up from his chair, but Farrah had this odd way of twisting their body that always kept him coming back for more.  "Yeah sure, but let's go upstairs and do it on Fluttershy's Pillow.  I wanna see if she notices this time."

"She never does~"  Farrah said with a wink and a trailing of her voice.

"She almost did that one time the pillowcase stuck to her cheek in the morning."  This comment sent them both into a giggle fit.

"I wonder what she'd do if she ever found out..."

"Found what out?"

"Any of this...  I hear she can rage pretty hard if the final straw hits her bad enough."

Just at that moment, Fluttershy opened the door to her home.  "Angel Bunny~  I just realized I forgot... My..."

Angel and Farrah stared wide eyed at the door, and Angel reflexively flicked the roach that he was still holding into the fireplace without taking his eyes off of Fluttershy.  The pegasus' eyes followed the still burning butt, and she sniffed a few times to confirm the presence of the pungent smell of weed in her home.  

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