CanterU: 33+ Friday

Welcome to CanterU: The Farm and The City+ Edition!

 

The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3

Yesterday with posts: http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/14075566

 

>That date was really fun.

>As much fun as a dollar could get you.

>Now you know how living under the poverty line must be like.

>Should you really be making poor people jokes while Applejack sleeps next to you?

>Maybe not.

>But hey, she's asleep, right?

>You roll out of bed and kiss her forehead.

>Better not wake her.

>She deserves the day off.

>Your dorm room is open again.

>Spike...

>At least he's back. And sleeping.

>You haven't seen him in, what, days?

>Jesus, man...

>You gotta take care of your little bro...

>You grab a few things and go back to the lobby.

>Time for some fun.

 

A. Girls Hall

B. Lounge

C. Spike (wake the dragon)

D. Sleep

 

>You should really check up on Spike.

>Who knows what's he's been up too?

>You open the dorm door again.

>Oh, Spikey-Wikey?

"....Rarity....?"

>Interesting.

>"Yes, it's... me, Rarity."

"....Hi...Hi Rarity..."

>"Are you ready to wake up? I have something to give you."

"What... what... is... it...?"

>You get in close to his ear.

>"It's..."

>A full helping of Anon tongue.

"Bleh!"

>Spike jumps out of bed and falls on the floor.

>Rarity, huh?

"I... don't know what you're talking about Anon..."

>He still loves her, doesn't he?

"Shut up! Rarity and I... it can;'t happen... She'll never like me..."

>He buries his head back under the pillow.

>Spike, man...

>Dammit Anon.

>Why you always screw this up?

>Spike, come out from under there.

"N-No Anon. I just can't anymore..."

 

A. Press him

B. Leave him be

 

>You pull up a chair next to him.

>He's gonna be a while.

>You take his laptop and log into LoL.

>Let's see here...

*sniffle* "W-What are you doing?"

>You're playing League of Legends.

>What's he doing?

"I-I... That's my laptop..."

>You know that.

>So what's he gonna do about it?

>Spike sniffles and tries to take the laptop out of your hands.

>Your cat reflexes really help.

"Give me that, Anon."

>Not until he calms down.

"Fine, I'm sorry, okay? Just give it back."

>You hand it back over to him.

>Does he want to talk about it.

"There... There's nothing to talk about. I have no chance with Rarity..."

>Hey, he shouldn't say that.

>Giving up on Rarity would be ridiculous.

>Heck, you need her off your back somehow.

"What?"

>Nothing.

>But, really, Spike needs to start being more social.

>Especially to women.

>The last time you saw him wasn't even in class.

>He was Leaguing...

>There's something called moderation.

>Every hobby needs it.

>And Spike needs to learn it.

>Got that?

"Yeah. i'm sorry Anon. Between Rarity and my classes, I just... needed a break."

>Everyone needs one from time to time.

>Don't worry about it, bro.

>Spike shuts off the computer and grabs his bag.

"So, what now?"

 

A. Hang here.

B. Class

C. Lounge

 

>Maybe you should skip out...

"Wait, what time is it?"

>It's going on 9:00.

"I gotta get to class man..."

>Really?

>That's disappointing...

>You fist your prodigal brother and watch him leave.

>That's a good kid right there.

>He just doesn't realize that yet.

>But now that you don't have a buddy to hang out with, it's not really worth skipping out.

>Great. English class.

>At least Rainbow will be there.

 

"Hey bro! What's up?"

>You fist Dash and take a seat next to her.

"I haven;t seen you in days, man. What've you been doing?"

>The usual.

>Going to class, playing some vidya, coping with Applejack leaving...

"I still can't believe she's going. I'm gonna miss her."

>She's feeling... emotion?

"Hey, I can be sentimental too! Applejack was... is... one of my best friends here. She's always pushing me to do better."

>You think back to the underwear run.

>A rivalry the likes of which the world had never seen before.

>Applejack will be missed.

"I know you're having a hard time with it..."

>She better believe it.

>You'll have a little more time to spend with her over the weekend.

>But after Sunday, you don't know who'll be coming back to CU with you.

"Yeah..."

>Rainbow halfheartedly punches your arm.

"Hey, you'll always have me."

>That's an improvement.

>Wholehearted punch.

"Shut up... B-baka"

 

>Class ends without a hitch.

"I'll see you later, Anon!"

>She's gotta Dash.

>Literally.

 

A. Class

B. Lounge

C. Food

 

>You gotta dash too.

>To Art History that is.

>Better make that a slow walk.

>Once you get close to the classroom, you start to realize that no one is entering the room.

>Why's the class empty?

>You wait inside for a bit.

>A few minutes later...

>You're still alone.

>No Rarity, No Spike, No professor...

>Something strange is going on.

>You hear ringing from your backpack.

>Your phone.

>Who calls anymore, right?

>You pick it up.

>Maybe your mom forgot the pin for the cable again.

"Anon! Where are you?!"

>You'd know that trans-Atlantic accent anywhere.

>Rarity?

>What's wrong?

"Anon, the bus is leaving in a few minutes! Where are you?"

>Buses?

>Leaving?

"Just come outside to the parking lot. And hurry!"

>Ok, ok.

>You hurry up outside to the main parking lot.

>There's a coach bus outside.

>That's new...

>You see your fellow Art History students inside.

>That's what happened to them...

>You get on the bus and check with the teacher.

"You are late...?"

>Because you're too cool for school.

>You look down the rows.

>Spike is sitting towards the back, with another student.

>And Rarity has an open seat next to her.

>She waves to you as you start walking down the aisle.

 

A. Rarity

B. Spike

C. Sit alone

 

>You walk past Rarity awkwardly and try to find a seat near Spike.

>It's not like you could.

>It's packed in the back.

>You wave for Spike to come over, but the crowd won't let him through.

>Looks like you're gonna have to shout to talk.

>Hey Spike.

"What?!"

>Hey Spike!

"Yeah?!"

>What are we doing here?!

"Didn't you read the paper?! We have a-"

>The bus lurches foward, prompting everyone to cheer.

>Dammit, people.

>You're trying to conduct a serious conversation by shouting.

>Is that so hard?

 

>An hour later, you wake up.

>Those coach seats are comfy as hell.

"Everyone off the bus!"

>Whatever, professor.

>The class assembles out of the bus.

>As you step off the bus, a lens flare effect occurs.

>J. J. Abrams is watching...

>Where are you?

>You're...

>In the city.

>In the parking lot of the Museum of Modern Art.

>Field Trip to a museum?

>Only in every college ever...

>Rarity pops up in front of you.

"There you are, Anonymous... You almost missed the bus."

>What're you doing here anyway?

"Didn't you read the paper the professor handed out the last class?"

>Y-Yes?

>No.

"It told us to be ready by 9:30. I told her to wait for you though..."

>Thanks Rarity.

>You could've been chilling at CU, but art is obviously more important.

"Isn't it?"

>Not getting it...

>You look around.

>Spike's disappeared again.

>Damn.

"Who are you looking for, Anon. I'm right here..."

>Spike.

>She knows him, right?

>The kid with love issues and a video game addiction.

"Oh... right..."

>The professor leads the class inside the building.

>With your student I.D., you get in for free.

>Yay!

>It's not so packed.

>Probably because it's 11:30 or something.

"Alright, now I will split you all into two groups."

>She divides the students.

>You spot Spike, finally.

>Yo Spi-

"You, Anonymous, over there."

>Wait, what?

"Isn't that great, darling? You get to spend the day with me?"

>Yay...

>You pull out your phone.

Applejack (Might be late coming back): I'll be here :/

>Applejack...

"I will take this group, will this group..."

>She points to your side.

"... will be led by Miss Mi Amore Cadenza."

>What a name...

>You see a tallish girl with tri-color hair step out and wave to the group.

>Perfect smile, great body...

>Who is she?

"She's a humanity major, sophomore. She's beautiful, isn't she?"

>Rarity sounds... jealous...

"I most certainly am not!"

>Sure.

"Hi everyone! You can call me Cadance. It's easier to remember. Alright, if we can go this way..."

 

A. Follow the group.

B. Try to go over the other group

C. Rarity

 

>You follow Cadance and the crowd through the halls.

>It's a pretty expansive building.

>Lot's of art from modern painters.

>Stuff that you should've learned about in class.

>but, hey, it's only Art History.

>And since when does art help a person save the world.

>...

Don't answer that

"And here we have a piece brought in from a wall tagged by Bansky..."

>So interesting...

>There's a film playing in a small room nearby.

"Anonymous, let's go in there."

>Really?

>To watch Art House stuff?

"Of course! It's very interesting..."

 

A. Film

B. Tour

C. Sneak off

 

>Sure, wynaut.

>The tour is kind of boring anyway...

>Rarity takes your hand and leads you inside.

>The people inside get up and leave the room.

"Ooh, a private viewing..."

>yay...

>Rarity moves closer as you sit down.

>Only benches.

>Nothing to lean back on.

>Totally white shaped room, with a black screen embedded in the walls.

>The film starts.

>It's just the a film of a guy panting for a few minutes.

>Seriously.

>Art house shit.

>Maybe you shoulda dropped Art History.

"How could you say that, Anon. Don't you appreciate art?"

>Of course you do.

>But not when someone holds a camera up to a guys face and has him breath.

>That's not art.

"Then what is art to you, darling?"

>Art?

>You think for a minute.

>This has got to be good.

>Art is...

>Art is the freedom to express all the passions and struggles life throws at you.

>It's about color, and beauty, and darkness, and ugly.

>It's about taking all that you know in life, and throwing it on a blank canvas, chiseling it into marble, or just using a damn pencil.

>It's about sharing those feelings, that freedom, with everyone.

>It's about life, and love, about death and despair.

>And everything in between.

>You cool down for a minute.

"A-Anon..."

>Rarity looks stunned.

>You say something wrong?

"No. I just never realized you were so passionate about the arts..."

>You're not.

>It's just something that comes with the Anon package.

>Rarity looks at you with new yearning.

>You know what she wants...

 

A. Bizness

B. Watch more

C. Go back

 

>And you don't want to give it to her...

>Not right now, at least.

"But Anon, I..."

>Rarity, really, why?

"I... You're just... I don't see why you chose Applejack over me."

>You didn't realize Rarity liked you...

>Or that it was a serious choice...

>Applejack just appealed to you more.

>She's down to earth, hardworking, naturally beautiful...

"What do you mean by that?"

>Nothing bad.

>It's just that Applejack is the one you...

"Love?"

>Maybe.

>You're not sure.

"But since you're not sure, why can't you spend time with me?"

>Because AJ's your girlfriend.

>And you couldn't hurt her like that.

>Rarity looks flustered.

>Like she can't decide what to do.

>Well, since you're done her-

>A second later, Rarity's arms are draped around you, her lips on yours.

>Rarity, stop, pleas-

"Anon, please... just let me have this..."

>Rarity, no.

>Applejack-

"Applejack isn't here, Anon! Please!?"

>Rarity moves off your lips and down to your pants.

>You could stop her, but... but the pleasure.

>She unzips your pants and takes out your dick.

>It's already at 40%.

>Why does it betray you like so?

>Rarity starts stroking it again.

>This...

>This isn't so bad.

>Then her lips make contact with your head.

>Oh... ye- no!

"Do you like that, darling?"

>Yes, no...

>Maybe so?

"Good..."

>She starts going a little faster, while trying to take off her jacket,

>And her shirt.

>Rarity, stop, please...

>Applejack...

 

A. Continue

B. Stop her (dubs)

 

>Rarity moves on top of your chest, pinning you down.

>You try to push her off.

>Is it her weight, or your draining willpower?

>Who knows?

>All you do know is that you're getting close.

>And that's bad.

>Rarity starts going even faster, stopping only to breath.

"Anon, are you close?"

>She can tell?

>Dammit.

>Why can't she respect your decision?

>Why can't she respect Applejack.

>Fucking Rarity.

>Fucking...

>Rarity...

>As if on cue, she stops sucking you in order to start getting her pants off.

>Her continued stoking doesn't help?

"Isn't this nice, Anon? Finally, I can have you..."

>Can't she do this some other time?

>Like, when you don't have a girlfriend?

"You're going to leave Applejack?"

>No...

"Then stop. I want you to enjoy this too..."

>Rarity looks at you longingly.

>She really does like you...

>But... why?

>All you did was talk to her.

>You're nothing special.

>Rarity takes her garters off and starts straddling you.

>Rarity... stop... please...

"Anon... I'm to close... I want you..."

>Rarity kisses you and starts positioning your cock.

"What're you two doing?!"

>Rarity jumps off you and hides behind the bench.

>Cadance is at the door, with a shocked look on her face.

>Great, first impression = ruined.

>Rarity starts putting her clothes back on while you zip up.

>Thank god, Cadance...

>She gives you a look, more quizzical than angry.

>But then she turns to Rarity, and her expression changes.

"Rarity, right?"

>Rarity nods...

"We should talk... In private..."

>Cadance pushes you out of the room and closes the door.

>The tour group is gone.

>And you're alone.

>With your thoughts.

>And that's worse.

 

A. Search for the group

B. Wait outside the room

C. Tour on your own.

 

>You'd probably be better off looking for the group.

>They're probably not far off, if Cadance found you and Rarity.

>And, lo and behold, you're right.

>Cadance dropped them off in an experimental art wing of the museum.

>It's all trippy and shit.

>But really, everything that just happened...

>Applejack...

>Rarity...

>Cadance saving your dick.

>Literally...

>How do you cope with that?

>How can you deal with all of that?

>Can you?

>...

>...

>You'll survive somehow.

>Rarity... this is her way of dealing with not being able to have you.

>And that's... that's okay.

>You can forgive her for that.

>And it's not like you actually got to finish, so...

>yeah...

>Applejack...

>Maybe you shouldn't tell her...

>Cadance comes back with Rarity in tow.

>Rarity's been crying.

>It's all over her face.

>Cadance hugs her and sends her back down stairs.

>Weird.

"Sorry for making you all wait. Let's keep going, okay?"

 

A. Rarity

B. Cadance

C. Quietly follow the tour

 

>You move up the group to the front.

>Cadance is talking about the art.

>Apparently she's a well seasoned Humanites major.

>Who took Art History seriously.

>You laugh internally.

>You're in no mood to laugh on the outside now.

>She continues with the tour until she leads everyone downstairs to the lunch room.

"Ok, so your student I.D. can be used toward the lunch. We'll eat and then head back to the buses."

>The group goes back to their cliques.

>You have another thing on your mind.

>Cadance goes to a table alone takes out a book, reading and texting at the same time.

>Mind if you join her?

>Cadance looks at you and smiles.

"Sure. Have a seat."

>Thanks.

 

A. Flirt

B. Talk

C. Leave

 

>So... um...

>You're sorry for sneaking off like that.

>You probably should've stayed with the group.

"It's okay. The movie was pretty interesting..."

>A man breathing?

>Really?

>Cadance laughs and puts down her phone.

"It's art house stuff. No one really understands it."

>She closes her book too.

"Anon, right? I'm... I'm sorry for... interrupting... you and Rarity."

>You're not.

>You're actually glad she came when she did.

>Applejack would've...

>You don't even know how Applejack would've responded.

>Considering she's leaving and all...

"Applejack's your girlfriend, right?"

>Yeah.

>She knows her?

"No. That's what Rarity told me."

>Rarity told her about Applejack.

>To be honest, you half expected Rarity to say that you and her were dating.

>But this makes things so much simpler.

>Or worse.

>You really don't know.

>What did Cadance tell Rarity?

"I... At first, I didn't really know what to say. Rarity started pouring her heart out to me, about how she loved you and you were with Applejack."

>She takes out a bottle of water and takes a sip.

"Honestly, she's really broken up about this. She didn't think that it would get out of hand..."

>But she came on to you...

"I know. She admitted that. And she wouldn't stop crying..."

>Ouch.

>Sorry.

"It's not all your fault, Anon. I've been in her place before. Some boys are just that special."

>Oh, um, thanks.

>Cadance smiles again.

>It really warms you up inside.

>Cadance gets up and starts corralling everyone back into the group.

"Anon, in case we don't get a chance to later..."

>She pulls a pen out of her bag and writes down a few digits.

"If you ever need to talk about relationships or Rarity, or anything, my phone's always available.

>Cadance hugs you before going back to leading the group.

>Holy fuck, is that girl sweet.

>That's... an unholy level of sweetness.

>You follow the group back around the rest of the museum.

>A few hours later, ,you're heading back to the bus.

>Everyone's talking about how boring it was and all the fun that the lunch room had to offer.

>But you have something else in mind.

>You spot Spike way out back.

>Again.

>As you go down the aisle, you spot Rarity sleeping with a jacket around her.

>Cadance's jacket.

>That girl is too sweet for her own good...

 

A. Rarity

B. Spike

C. Sit alone

 

>You sit down next to Rarity, careful not to disturb her slumber.

>Sleeping Beauty...

>With her mascara running.

>But hey, nobody's perfect.

>And Rarity is obviously no exception.

>And she's been through a lot.

>Cadance's jacket slides off Rarity's body.

>She shivers a little.

>Oh, Rarity...

>You pick up the jacket and cover her with it.

>Heck...

>You take a letter from Cadance and give her yours too.

>The shivering stops.

>You lean back in the chair.

>Everything will be just fine.

 

>2 hours later and hundreds of traffic jams gone through, the bus pulls up at CU.

>It's getting dark out.

>You wait till everyone else passes by.

"Anon, what're you doing with Rarity?"

>Just making sure she's okay, Spike.

>After all, even the perfect porcelain doll is fragile.

>You fist Spike as he passes and finally wake Rarity up.

>She's a little groggy at first.

"Where... Where am I?"

>She looks out the window, and then at you.

>Tears start to well in her eyes.

>Rarity-

"Anon, I'm so sorry! I should have never done that to you!"

>The tears flow freely.

"I-I promise I'll never get between you and Applejack again. I-I need to respect your relationship..."

>Rarity...

>You hug her, which shocks her at first, but she gradually accepts.

>Rarity might have her problems.

>But now she'll be okay...

>You put an arm around her and help her out of the bus.

>Cadance hugs both of you and takes her jacket.

>Thanks again.

"I'll see you guys later!"

>And she's gone.

>Poof.

>Vibes from down there.

Applejack: Anon, are you back yet. The last bus of the day is coming a 7.

>You check the time.

>6:30.

>How... utterly perfect.

>You bring Rarity back into the girls hall and hug her.

"Where are you going, Anonymous?"

>You're going with Applejack to her farm.

>You need to work things out too.

"O-Ok. I'll see you soon, then."

>Definitely.

>You run back to your dorm and grab your necessities.

>Toothbrush, phone, comics, soap, towels...

>And you should be-

>Clothes!

>Don't forget clothes.

>You throw them into your overnight bag and run to the bus stop.

>Applejack is there, with all of her stuff.

>You sorta wish you were there to help her carry it all.

"Naw. It wasn't so bad. How was yer trip?"

>It was interesting...

"Ah'm sure art always is."

>You laugh and just... hug her. For a long time.

>In a few minutes, the bus comes down the street.

>You help get Applejack's things on the bus and step back outside.

>She's looking up at the school.

"Ah... Ah don't know if this will be the last time Ah ever come here again..."

>You hug Applejack and take her hand.

>No matter what happens.

>And no matter the decision.

>Applejack will always remain a part of you.

>Hopefully she'll never forget that.

>She needs to be more...

>Optimistic...

>About the whole thing.

"Anon, Ah ain't got a clue on what to do now..."

>What she should do?

>You squeeze her hand.

>She's going to go back home, and you'll face the challenges ahead.

>Together.

 

End Day 33+

 

End Day 33+

 

Rarity Arc: Complete!

 

Met Cadance

 

Rarity rapport up!

Applejack rapport up!

Spike rapport up!

Cadance rapport up!

 

Rarity will change her ways

Spike has problems

Cadance is a sweetheart

Applejack still doesn't want to leave

 

Phone updated! (1#)

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