Author's Notes:

So, this one was a weird one that came to me while I was playing around with sentences trying to write out lines for Zecora. At first I laughed it off and thought it was funny, but I was really resistant to writing it out. After sharing the idea with a few 'colleagues' they convinced me to write it out as a great joke.

I just want to say right now that I have never used any illegal drugs before (or pot for that matter) and I do not condone the usage of drugs of any kind.

P.S. The giant purple eating dragon is actually a reference to a conversation I had previously on drug trips before and how someone once had a bad trip that resulted in him yelling about a purple dragon trying to eat him.

He stopped in front of the door, knocked twice and waited. His eye twitched a little as he heard a loud sniffing noise come from the other side of the door.

“Come in!” Connor did a double take from the voice he heard. The voice sounded like it was of African dialect from his world, but it sounded off like the nose being plugged or something. He slowly pushed open the door and peered inside the home.

He was greeted by an array of strange masks and bottles filled with various liquids, powders, and ingredients. A large cauldron sat in the middle of the home and was steaming with some kind of concoction inside of it. On a table nearby sat a zebra mare with a brown bag opened next to her and several white lines of some kind of white powder in front of her.

“Who are you?!" the zebra shouted, "I've never seen you before! What ever you plan on taking, I can assure you that it will be you're unmaking!"

"Uuuuhhh," Connor stuttered, "I was just told by Twilight and Spike that I could see you about getting some supplies for my game that I’m making."

"Oh," the zebra realized, "If you would please excuse my fickle mind, you caught me in a bit of a bind. I was expecting an enemy to come by, instead of a friendly to arrive."

“I kind of got that,” Connor jokingly chided, “Uum, do you want me to come back at a later time or...” he half moved towards the door wondering if he should leave.

“No, no,” the zebra sniffed a couple of times and wiped its muzzle with a hoof before smiling, “Please come in! Why don't you join me in what is about to begin.”

“And what is that?” Connor asked as he stepped closer to the zebra.

She spread her forearms before the table, “Come, and find out.”

Connor looked between the table with several white powder lines laid out and the strange zebra who was developing a strange twitch in one of her eyes. He juggled his decision between staying and finding out what this strange zebra could be talking about and simply leaving to find a different pony to get help from.

“Fuck it,” he thought, “Let's do it.”

He sat down on the other side of the table from the zebra and she smiled.

“Now, let your mind be free. Let it settle into the most relaxed form it can be.”

Connor took a deep breath, closed his eyes and relaxed. He calmed his mind and slowed his thought process as slow as it could be while still focusing on the zebra.

“Now, inhale and exhale. Inhale, and exhale. When you are ready, bow forward and breathe in the nectar in front of you.”

Connor opened his eyes and looked down at the white line that was moved closer to him. Now was the last time to back out and leave, but he was committed with his action and pressed forward. He bent forward and breathed in through his nose as he drew his muzzle across the table and the powder in front of him.

He finished sniffing and raised his head to the look at the ceiling. He coughed a little and waited for something to happen. Slowly, his vision began to shift between being super focused and viewing every possible detail in absolute clarity and blurring everything in view into obscurity. Then, strange bubbles began forming in his vision. Not like actual bubbles, but like different parts of the room began to warp into patterns that formed circles making one think there were bubbles.

Connor lifted his hoof to poke one of these bubbles. He reached out and it popped with an explosion of colors of all shades. The room was drenched with these new colors and Connor's surroundings melted away into this strange, smeared, multicolored dimension. He turned his head in all directions looking at everything around him. He stopped when he heard some sweet laughter in the distance. He turned to the sound and spotted a couple of ponies playing around. He couldn’t tell if they were young or old, mare or stallion, or beautiful or ugly; but he approached anyways.

As he got closer, the ponies took form. They looked to be roughly around the same size as Connor, give or take a few inches. Most of their faces remained blurry to Connor but he could tell that they were all smiling. One of them turned and said something to invite him in and Connor jumped at the opportunity to have some fun.

They jumped and played and chased each other around like they were all kids again. They all laughed and giggled and yelled at each other in good fun. Finally, Connor was wearing out and he slowed his pace to a walk. The ponies around him stopped their playing and faced him confused as to why he was stopping.

“I’m getting tired guys. Want to play something else?” he asked.

“Play something else?” one of them finally spoke.

“But we want to play with you! We like playing with you!” another whined.

“So do I, but I’m getting tired. So maybe we could play a different game!” he offered optimistically.

“Another game?” a third pony asked, “Okay, we can play a different game.” All three ponies smiled a sharp, toothy smile setting Connor on edge.

“Uuh, what kind of game do you want to play?” he nervously asked the ponies as they slowly approached him like an angry pack of wolves.

“It’s called, ‘Chase the blue pony’!” the lead pony leapt forward at him, but simultaneously transformed into a large purple dragon (but didn’t look like Spike) that looked like it wanted to eat him.

Connor tried to back pedal away from this large beast, but fell off a ledge that appeared behind him. He free falled into a black abyss below him and he rotated over to face the endless bottom. His equilibrium changed and told him he was no longer falling down, but flying forward into the black sky.

He looked behind him and saw a swarm of fleshing eating bats chasing after him. Connor panicked and tried to fly faster. He willed himself to out run the swarm behind him, but he could still hear their little wing beats behind him. He went faster and faster until a giant brick wall sprung up out of nowhere covered in large, deadly spikes.

Connor gritted his teeth as he struggled to stop his momentum. But he was going too fast and the wall was too large to avoid. He impacted the wall with heavy splat, but he was still conscious. He looked around and spotted his mangled body impaled in several places. The bats finally caught up to him and squeaked in delight as they began feasting on his torn flesh.

Connor started hyperventilating as he listened to the bats slowly devour his body. A single bat flew before him, but had the head of one of the previous ponies from earlier. It smiled that toothy smile before speaking again.

“Are you enjoying our game? I am! I’m having a lot of fun right now! Let’s keep playing!”

The pony smiled again before it opened its jaw wide filled with sharp shark teeth and bit down on Connor’s face puncturing his eyes. He let loose a blood curdling scream of terror as his face was slowly eaten away, bit by bit, by the fleshing eating bats.

Zecora watched as her new arrival twitched a little on the ground of her hut with some foam slowly flowing out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back into his sockets. she hummed in fascination as she watched and listen to this pony laugh like a school filly, run around her hut like he was being chased, flounder around on the ground while flapping his wings in an attempt to fly, and finally yell about how a giant purple dragon and flesh eating bat pony things were trying to eat him.

She frowned again as she studied the body before her, “Hmm, the first time is always the worst. But I’m sure he will return in a few terms. Oh, hello there little one! Are you here for some more fun?” she spoke to invisible entity only she was able to see as the drug on the table finally took effect with her.

Zecora smiled and hummed a sweet tune to herself from her homeland as she continued about her day. The visions and figments of imagination came to life in her mind and she played around with them throughout the day before sniffing another line of her special powder to continue the pleasant trip.

Little did she know, Connor’s heart slowly thudded to a stop as he apparently overdosed on whatever drug the zebra shaman had given him. His body laid there motionless and untouched while the zebra continued about her day until she finally came done from her high to realize that Connor was dead.