Princess Celestia was resting in her chamber, relaxing through the night and slowly drifting off to a peaceful somber. It had been a long day as she had been in Manehatten all week until just an hour ago. Just how long had she been in the flying chariot? She was about to abandon hope and teleport back to her welcoming and cozy chamber when the tallest tower peaked the horizon. A quiet sigh of relief escaped her as the tower slowly crept closer into view. Celestia had been working non-stop and barely had a moment to think to herself the whole week. The diplomats in Manehatten had proven to be some of the most bitter, stuck up and rude ponies she had ever met. Who knew that the occupants of Manehatten would be so high strung.
Sigh these ponies sometimes need to lighten up just a bit.. Celestia thought to herself as she exhaled a deep breath. The chariot drew closer and the all familiar and gradual dive brought the chariot to a slow halt. The wheels touched ground and no sooner had she thanked and dismissed the two guards, the sun slowly dropped over the horizon. A smile crept onto the muzzle of the regal pony as she began her journey to her quarters.
Celestia rolled over in her cozy bed. It was a little chilly in her chamber, so with a faint glow of her horn, she summoned a big puffy blanket. Enveloping herself within she began to nod off. Counting imaginary clouds puffing one by one over her head.
Twent...twenty twhooooohhhaaaoooo A large yawn escaped from the royal lips as the Sun Princess slowly faded off to sleep.
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Celestia was sitting in a lush field of green. She looked around whilst upon her haunches and smiled. A few tears rolled down her eyes.
It was magnificent.
So serene..
so peaceful..
So...skunky
Celestia lunges off of her posterior and began to slow motion frolic about the private Canterlot Herbal Garden.
"HA HA HAAA!!!," Celestia swells as she was overjoyed with giggles and laughter as she lept from bushel to bushel, taking in the deep earthy scents of all the different colored and shaped plants. There were hundreds of them, all of varying color, shape, and size...and smell. Not wasting any more time, she took flight as the massive wings unfurled from her sides, flapping in a moderate rhythm, she sped away through the field, scanning for one plant in particular.
"AHA!!" Celesta triumphantly cried aloud. Her target drew nearer and nearer until she came to a screeching halt, hovering just slightly above one plant that stood out from all of the others. Isolated and surrounded by a decorative shelter upon a raised section of land. As to mimic a throne looming over the hall.
"Oh how I've missed you so!!!" Celestia's horn began to glow in gold as she plucked a petite, oval shaped and tri-colored flowering bud from the plant she was hovering about."
She levitated the blue and pink laced bright green bud to her nostrils, and inhaled the familiar scent of her favorite strain and her most proud creation: Blue Hypnosis. As she did, the memories came flooding back to her. Flashing by were vivid images of her gazing upon the approaching night sky without a care in the world. All the while sitting upon a cloud she had pulled from the horizon. Melting slightly into the cloud, Celestia hovers her favorite glass to her lips. Pursing the ever so slightly to allow the cool glass to delicately touch her royal lips.
*POP!!!*
"UHWAaaa!!!" Celestia sat bolt upright gasping and looking around her private chamber.
There was no field of green, nor her prized plants. Before her a stone chamber she recognizes as her evening dwelling. A breeze blows through her room from the window she left open to breath the fresh Canterlot air. A frown forms on Celestia's face as she begins again to mourn her late marijuana plants. It had been just over 600 years today since a decree had been passed preventing the use and harvest of Marijuana in Equestria. Celestia had loved her plants dearly. She cared for them, raised them, and for many years developed her green hoof, sexing and creating her own strains, and in the end had to destroy them. She did her best to try to push the decree away, to delay it's arrival to the royal court. However with the overwhelming support from her guard she had no choice but to pass the decree. The day the law was to go into effect, she performed her last ever harvest. Abandoning her beloved plants, she stashed enough spleef to last her a few years time. She even entertained the idea of hiding her plants. Only a handful of ponies knew about it, and they understood her reasons as to why she did it, and they chose to leave her be. But in the end, even with a hoof-full of ponies knowing about her habit, if it were deemed illegal, what kind of princess would that make her? How could she lead by example of upholding the law and yet be one of the law breakers herself? At the time she imagined what the headlines would say if her plants and her activities had been discovered..
Extra Extra!! Read all about it!! Princess Celestia is a hypocritical weed smoker!!
Not that Celestia would allow something like that to get out and into the kingdom, she couldn't take the chance of the public finding out and thus led to the end of her days as a pot smoker. All the more, introducing another looming feeling, the feeling of guilt for when she had banished her younger sister. Her plants became her escape to help her cope with her immense sorrow. The centuries after her younger sister's banishment drove Celestia to find another love to focus on. After 400 years come to pass, she had found a new love, and grew attached to her plants like no pony could ever know. And with them now gone, the past six centuries were beyond tough. Luna's recent return had indeed lifted an enormous weight off of her back, but Celestia never could forget about her precious plants.
Upon the reminiscing, Celestia had failed to notice a faint smoke gathering within the room. Snapping to she looked around frantically and noticed the smoking scroll now laying on the floor where it had bounced off of her head a few seconds ago.
"Oh...Twilight must have had a late subm..." Celestia stopped herself. Twilight? A friendship report at this hour?? As Celestia craned her neck towards the clock upon her wall and its hands read 2:34 A.M.
"OH buck..I suppose I should take a look since she clearly must have had a reason to send this report at this hour.."
With a quick flare of her horn, the candles leapt to life, bringing light to her chamber. Celestia squinted her eyes as she levitated the scroll up to her face and with a quick unraveling, the scroll unfolded and she began to read.
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*Meanwhile In Ponyville at approximately 2:37 A.M.*
BLLLUURRRPPPPP!!!
Cough! Cough!
Oh man...what jus.... Spike wonders as he sniffs the air, Twilight's bedroom was filled with a smoldering paper themed aura. Spike clambers out of his bed and opens a window to let some of the smoke out and doing so kicks a slightly smoking scroll at his feet.
"...bu..but princess.....I don'...I don' wanna take a break, I wanna go back to the library..."
Spike looks over at the mound that is Twilight Sparkle on her mattress, sound asleep and dreaming of younger days. He couldn't help but smile at her as he began to uncurl the letter and read it's contents.
Dear Spike,
For reasons unbeknownst to me,
You have chosen to reveal to me a very much illegal act. Due to the hour of the news and as an order from myself, I declare that you are to report to the castle immediately! You will bring fourth all evidence, devices, and yourself to me this evening and I'll...
At that moment Spike felt a very deep feeling awaken from within. A pit in his stomach begins to form as he frantically reads the parchment over again and again. With the fourth time passing through the words, he noticed a glowing from Purple Haze. Looking behind him and without thinking, he touches the beaker and feels himself sucking into nothingness. And with a slight yelp, Purple Haze, his remaining stash and Spike himself...had been teleported.
*Flop, flop..*
...show you what it really means to go to the moon..
Princess Celestia