Canter U: Day 12 Friday

>The scent of burnt wood and ash permeate through the cool night air.

>You've got a faint trace of sweat on your brow.

>And your heart, dude. Your friggin cardiac muscles.

>Thub-a-fucking-dub. Three people in love.

>Well... not in love. Just making it.

>You wake up from your mindzone.

>You are now watching the throne.

>Don't let me get in my zone.

>Applejack, Dashie, and you are standing outside of the girls team locker room...

>Midnight. Cold as fuck... but you know the fuck will be hot...

"Just as soon as I can get this door open.~"

>You decide to start the party a little early.

>You press Applejack up against the adjacent brick wall.

"Well, howdy there, Anon..."

>You give her a slow and soft kiss, one that doesn't last long before turning into a tounge-y, sloppy, and almost bite-y one.

>You hear a click close to you.

>Oh fuck, clickers.

"Sweet... I got it open!~"

>Applejack takes advantage of your vidya PTSD lapse and grabs you by the collar, dragging you into the locker room.

>Dashie's quick to set up some soft shit on the floor.

>Because... y'know... there's always some soft shit in gyms and locker rooms.

>It smells faintly of perfume, deodorant, and sweat.

>You three begin to disrobe, and pile all your clothes in the driest corner you could find.

>Dashie assaults you quickly as soon as your shirt comes off, pressing her lips against yours, once that piece of fabric reveals your face.

>She pulls away...

"Me first?"

 

A. Dashie

B. Applejack

C. Just jack off in the corner.

D. Attempt to convince them to lesbian. (must have dubs in the first three votes of D to succeed, if failure then -1 sex.

 

>Dashie's looking at you with begging eyes.

>You kiss her forehead and whisper in her ear that you're saving the best for last.

>She gives you an excited giggle, letting you go as you make your way to a naked Applejack.

>You scope out her body.

>Finely tanned but not dark.

>Toned but not scary.

>Tall but not overbearing.

>You pull her into your attack range and auto attack that shit with your amazing mechanics.

>By that, I mean you get her into your face, kissing and nibbling away at her lips.

>Dashie's made her way to the floor, in between the two of you... at about pelvis height.

>She's setting you up quickly with a slow handjob.

>You get hard quickly, but you wiggle out of her grip.

>Mmfuck, stamina's really not something you've been training too much on.

>You get Applejack to the floor, and she quickly mounts you.

>Bending over to give you a rough kiss, you slide your hands around and get a handful of that country ass she was backing up into you a few hours back.

>She grabs your hands and bites your lip.

>Moving your hands to your meeting point, she helps you guide your cock as she sits down on it... inch sliding into her.

>Applejack's wetness engulfs you completely, as you see the rest of her sink down on top of you, until you can feel the connection of her inner thighs to your obliques that you haven't been focusing on-

>Dammit, Anon. Girls love the obliques!

>She shudders as the entire length of you found its way inside of her.

"Whoowee! That feels mighty deep. Are ya ready fer this, boy?"

>No. Not in the slightest.

>Ready doesn't even fucking describe it.

>YEAAYA!

>Applejack's bouncing on you like she's riding a mechanical bull.

>Or a real one.

>You're never really sure how both of those are from the same genus.

>Fucking bioengineering.

>In any case, she's enjoying herself.

>Spinning her bra in her hand like a lasso, she takes a break from the bouncing and comes to a grinding halt.

>Emphasis on the grinding.

>She bites her lips as she moves her hips along your axis.

>She's tossed her bra somewhere and now has both hands on your chest, giving her a little better control of herself.

"Ya like that, Anon?"

>Nope.

>You fucking love it.

>Your hands find her waist as you keep her in place to bounce on your little buddy some more.

>You're surprised you've lasted this long.

>It's probably due to all of these shit-level jokes you've forced on your audience, OP.

>I try.

>AJ goes back to her whole grinding routine as Dash watches eagerly.

>You signal her to come closer.

No facesitting, I'm not into that shit.

>You start to draw the Flipendo spell sign in her mouth with your tongue, as AJ tries to grind out a satisfying orgasm.

>Trying to finger a girl on top of you is like jacking off while laying down in bed.

>Applejack's still grinding.

>Now that you have an opportunity, you take the time to play seek out the magical Cly-Taurus that everybody's raging about.

>Target acquired.

>You do your best Pulsefire Ezreal impression and Arcane Shift AJ's button back and forth a few times.

"Aaaagh Anon! That's mah..."

>She lets out a squeak and a slow exhale.

>Fucked to death. Mission accomplished.

>Dashie pushes her limp body off of you, as whatever's left of Applejack's corporeal form attempts to cuddle with you.

"You get something new tonight, Anon~"

>Oh boy! New things!

>#collegelyfe

>She bends over, assuming the position on her locker.

>Lol what's new?

"Just get over here! Before I change my mind!"

>I-is that... Rainbro surfacing?

>Must dunk that bitch back.

>You start off approaching her by walking on your knees.

>Watching someone walk on their knees is the funniest shit ever.

>Luckily, she's looking down, and not at you.

>You've reached your destination:

>In between the legs.

>You do like the Game Grumps say and you tongue up.

>Licking the cunt of a cunt. Nice job, writefags.

>She lets out a shudder.

"Oooh Anon!~ That felt gooood."

>Dashie's back.

>You start to eat out, and after you pay the bill to the restaurant, you go back to the locker room and resume orallingusing.

>You can't even begin to describe the taste because I can't. ;_;

>You finish up and stand back up again, pressed up against a bent over Dash.

"Take me~"

>You stick your dick in it.

>Nice and wet. Squish.

>What was that about what she was saying was new?

"Augh... not there~"

>She cranes her neck around to help you guide your little guy into the-

>Oh my lord. She's gonna let you.

>Locker room anal sex.

>In any other context, you'd be scared shitless hearing those four words inside your head.

>JV Tennis wasn't ever a fun walk in the park.

>But... now. You can be the pitcher!

>After getting your dick coated in poos juice, you're ready to go.

>Pulling out of hole number 1 slowly, you get a shudder of anxiety from Dashie.

"Go ahead..."

>She bites her lip in anticipation.

>It's a slow poke, which eventually becomes a hard slide.

>Tight... just like when you tried to masturbate with your hands closed.

Guise help, i'm laughing at my own jokes.

"Mmmgh..."

>You've parked the bus.

>Now time to drive the bus like you're practicing backing up in a straight line at the DMV.

>You want more than anything to move fast... but you don't wanna hurt your br- I mean, you don't wanna hurt "Dashie".

>And plus, she's gripped you too hard for much any sort of speed to happen.

>You gently push in and out, hearing some heavy breaths released in front of you.

>She looks back at you, a frowning, almost begging, but also in pain face.

>Fuck. What do?

 

A. Hard.

B. Slow.

C. Back to the poose.

 

>When it comes to vidya, hardmode is normalmode in Japan.

>When it comes to sex, normalmode is hardmode in Japan.

>But... hardmode in college?

>Semi medium easy hardmode... or um.

>Sorta hard with a touch of awkward-easy-difficulty-challenging mode.

>Dash looks back at you with that face again.

>So that's how she wants to play it, huh?

>You give her some of the Anon fire that I promised you had yesterday.

>You grip her hips and you thrus-

"Owowowow! Anon!"

>She presses up against the locker, and away from you.

"What the hell, dude? That hurt!"

>It's not like she said stop.

>She sighs...

"Party's over, dude... see you in the morning."

>She gets dressed and leaves.

"J-just... clean up when you're done."

"Y'know, Anon... Ah don't mind the barn havin' a backdoor."

>Sweet.

>She gets into the same position... and you're already close.

>Ass so fat you need a lapdance.

>You slip it in and she backs up into you unexpectedly...

>and you came inside her.

>You pull out, and AJ turns around and laughs at you warmly...

"We're even now..."

>The two of you get dressed and rush back to the dorms.

 

>Alarm. Fuck you.

"It's your midterm date, you ugly sack of shit!"

>It doesn't look a minute past 8 AM.

>Oh fuckaroo. Midterm.

>You take your time getting ready.

>Throw on the Rocky theme on your mental iPod and start shadowboxing in the shower.

>Why even.

>V-neck and jeans and you're out the door.

>You're gonna hit this midterm.

>Before you leave, brush your teeth with a bottle of base

>Cuz when you leave for the test, you gonna get an A.

>You're talkin 'bout.

>Q = Cm delta T...

>T

>Fuck your Kesha shit.

>You and your science swag crew gang up and you have a badass slow mo walking sequence with individual closeups and some really cool music.

>Applejack looks at you and winks, smiling.

>Twilight and you lead the charge into the lecture hall, and you all victoriously take your seats...

>You yawn. Fuck dammit. Do you smell tired debuff?

>No... you must focus...

>For your famiry.

>You four eventually exit the lecture hall after toiling over the same question for a good ten minutes.

>That wasn't that hard, wasn't it?

>Fluttershy first to respond.

"Oh, it was kind of hard... but I got through it. I'm sure I did fine."

"Ah've seen harder."

>AJ winks at you.

>What about Twilight?

>She looks like she's been raped.

>Eyes blank staring 1000 yards ahead.

"Twi? You okay there?"

>She breaks from her silence.

"What did you get on #5? Was it B? I know it was B, but the calculator didn't say it was but I KNOW it was definitely! But... what if I used the wrong formula? What if I.... oh no... What if I didn't write my name?"

>You put a shoulder on her hand...

>Twilight... I.

"WHAT?!"

>You're sure she did fine... she just needs to stop worrying about it... there's nothing she can do.

"Nothing... I can do? You mean... it's out of my control now?"

>She bolts off.

 

>You got an hour to kill before the next class...

 

A. Lunch

B. Study up for the next midterm on Monday.

C. Back to the dorms for chill time.

 

>You tell the girls that you're heading back to the dorms and you'll see them in an hour at class.

>On the way back to the dorms you go on a massive texting spree.

>One to Celestia, asking if she wants to hang out with you at the dorms.

"Lol, no. Nice try though. I'm working something in the lab right now."

>Really, guys. What grad student hangs out with freshmen for fun?

>The same grad students who thought Queen Rarity and Permavirgin Twilight would be down for sharing.

>One to Rainbow Dash, asking if she's okay.

"fuck you dude :P im a bit sore still, and you better come to my game... not that I want you see me or anything. i just want you to watch the game!"

b-baka

>You finally make it back to the dorms. Whew... did that walk get longer?

>You're greeted by an empty lobby. TV running.

>Fucking non-green asshats.

>You flick off the TV...

"Hey faggot!"

>You whip around. Flash... just him.

"Nowhere to go now, bitch."

>He's coming at you, bro.

 

A. Go to your room and play League

B. Meet him.

C. Dodge him and run back to class crying.

D. Hold him off and use diplomacy.

 

>It's time to throw down.

>Game on.

>Fucking Yugioh GX.

>You meet him with equal force and you two create some distance between you.

"You're fucking dead, kiddo."

>He rushes at you.

>It's all in the mind.

>Kick, punch, turn and chop the dork. Make that bitch fall to the floor.

>Swiftly catching him at bay with a kick, you follow up with your fist.

>He catches your fist.

>Whipping around, your free hand swings and comes into contact with his neck, freeing you from his grasp.

>He faces you again and throws a haymaker.

>Block chop punch!

>Jump and pose!

>You throw your arm into his, and close the gap, throwing an elbow into his ribs, following up with a cross that sends him back a few.

>He goes for your ankles. You're airborne.

>You land and strike a pose.

>Show me your moves.

>Flash gets out from underneath you, limping...

"I'll get you... mark my fucking words."

>Thank you onion-sensei.

>You check your phone.

>Fuck... late for class time.

 

>You rush to Bio.

>Twilight saved you a seat next to her.

Also, I fucked up the schedule.

 

A. notes

B. Twilight

C. nap/ goof off

 

>You ask her if she's feeling better from earlier.

"Haha, what are you talking about, Anon? What happened earlier?"

>The... umm... midterm?

>You see her break.

>She immediately turns back to her notes, taking them faster than the professor has words to say.

>Twilight?

"Don't... talk about it."

>She takes a deep breath.

"It's.... out of my control now. I just gottta... whew... let it go."

>Jeebus this girl is neurotic.

>You tell her how Flash tried to ambush you back at the dorms.

"Ohmigod! Are you okay?"

>Bitch, do you look okay?

>You're practically shining.

>You tell her how you beat him with your brains.

"Oh... nice."

>She smiles faintly.

"Oh, right... did you hear? Celestia's inviting us out to lunch/dinner with the grad students again... would you wanna go?"

>What... time?

>She checks her phone.

"It's... actually going to be tomorrow... she also said that there's no afternoon labs this week because of..."

>You hear her voice crack.

"Midterms."

>You see the fear return in her eyes.

>You do your best to stop the spaghetti from returning.

>Class lets out.

>No labs... that means you've got the whole afternoon to yourself.

>Game's not until 4.

 

A. League of Dorm.

B. Food.

C. Study at the dorms.

 

>Fuck... it's been how long since you played League?

>Cpt. Rarifag, check the pastebins for me.

>You tell Twilight that it's time to get her mind off of all the midterm stress.

>She blushes.

"But... Anon... I thought you didn't like me like that anymore."

>You dense bitch.

>You tell her that you're gonna be playing a few matches and that you want her to carry you.

"B-but... I really should stu-"

>You tell her how they got rid of that bitchass Fapster Yi.

"They did?!"

>Baited.

 

>You two head back to the dorms, and in a matter of minutes, Twilight's in your room, playing on Spike's computer.

>League time.

>You log in, and jump into the queue with her.

>Someone actually called support. No way.

>So you run jungle, and Twilight mid.

>Because she's really into magic.

>In retrospect, I shoulda wrote her as a midlane specialist.

>Well then... she is now!

>The game ends, you win.

>Spike walks in.

"Hey! What's she doing on my laptop?"

>You answer for her as she hands Spike her ID.

"Spike, get me my laptop."

>Twi bossing Spike around, classic.

>In a matter of minutes, you three are in a cramped room, waiting in the team select screen.

>TNGP Trixie shoots you a pm.

"hey faggot cum play with me~ 8===D"

 

A. invite Trixie to party.

B. don't.

C. Try to find something else to do.

D. Try to locate a 5th person in the dorms for ranked.

 

Twilight puts down her mouse and walks over to Spike and starts suckin his dick

Then you're like hey bitch let me suck a dick

and you're sucking his dick while twilights liked

ahma gad i need a dick

so you're like sucking his dick and twilights on your dick

and youre like

bitch you dont lvoe me youre not aloud to

and spikes like ahhhhh felz gud bbz

you psuhc his donky and hes go like wheeee

evertim fels so gud

so she sucsk yur dick more and you come in her

shes like

i luv you anona

nd yr like

nothanks.

 

>You invite her to the party.

TGNP Trixie: hey

TGNP Trixie: hey

TGNP Trixie: hey is there skype

TGNP Trixie: skype

TGNP Trixie: hey I only play top

TGNP Trixie: which one of you is that faggot Anon

TGNP Trixie: hey

>You avoid starting a skype call.

>She goes Darius top like a fuckin pleb

>Twilight with Oriana

>Spike goes Blue ezreal

>And you take nunu to the jungle.

 

>Later during the game, you're setting up for a team fight for baron.

>Spike puts a ward in baron pit.

>The enemy's taking it.

>You teleport in and start channelling your ult.

>Twilight throws her ball into the pit and pulls them all in with her ult.

>Trixie pulls them all in when they congregate around the ball. One spin, one kill.

>Spike's ezreal ult cuts through them all. one more kill.

>And your Nunu cleans up the rest of them

>Wombo combo accomplished.

>You take baron and Spike throws the game.

 

>Almost 4PM? Wow.

>Everyone seems to be back from class.

>And you told Dash you were going to the game.

>You taking anybody?

 

Taking multiple answers.

>inb4 everybody.

A.Twilight

B. Spike

C. Rarity

D. Applejack

E. Fluttershy

F. Pinkie Pie.

G. The RA who you never see.

 

>You close up shop and tell the two that you're heading out to watch Rainbow's game...

>You tell them that she's kinda butthurt about the whole midterm situation, and could use a bit of support.

>Lel butthurt.

"Yeah, whatever dude."

>They return to Leaguing.

>You take off your shirt.

"Twilight... go in."

>You seach through the closet.

"Twilight... go in!"

>Gotta find it...

"TWILIGHT!"

"An ally has been slain!"

"Triple kill!"

>You put on your favorite yellow shirt, just to try to look like you're part of the home crowd.

>Twilight wakes up and goes back to playing.

>You head out to the lobby and you see Applejack in a blue longsleeve and faded denim short shorts.

>Her hair's pulled back in her classic braid.

"Y'all goin' the game too?"

>No. You just like yellow.

>The two of you walk out to the fields and sit on the home team bleachers.

>It's fairly packed but there are some empty pockets.

>Watching Dash warm up, she's looking a little slow... but y'know...

>It's the ankle, not the ass, right?

 

>Dash... of course isn't starting.

>Instead they actually moved up that blonde keeper to a striker position... and made her captain?

>What?

Hype for summer cup yet?

>Jacqueline Chan's out there too. You've seen her somewhere in a class of yours.

Holy fuck, I just realized we burned a ram in the bonfire yesterday and the FC /sp/ logo sports a ram.

>Kick off happens, and the Rams get a quick set piece in, followed by a corner.

>More kicking or whatever, balls and dives and cards and goalkicks.

>You buy some snacks that you have from your research wages and share them with Applejack.

>Oh... hold up... Dash is on!

"Wooo yeah! Goo Rainbow Dash!"

>That didn't sound Texan...

>You look to your right, and you see a short-haired girl in orange cheering really loud.

>No one sat next to her... aw...

>She's drawing attention from the mass of school fans.

 

A. Cheer with her.

B. Ignore that bitch.

C. Sit with her.

 

>You try to start a chant.

>Rain...

>Bow...

>Rain...

>Bow...

>It's getting louder and the girl looks at you smiling.

>Soon enough, the crowd's extra hype and bringing the noise and chanting Rainbow's name like an exorcism.

>After she waves, she receives one big collective cheer from the crowd who then go back to noisily watching a game.

>The girl in orange comes over to you.

"You know Rainbow Dash?! Wow!"

>You tell her how the you and AJ are her dormmates and all that fun jazz.

>You leave out the threesome bit though.

"Yeah! She's so awesome. She used to play on varsity back at my high school. She was a senior when I was a freshman."

>Oh... so this shortstop's still...

"I'm a sophomore. Scootaloo's the name speed's my game"

>You were going to say that she's still not legal yet, but... sure enough.

>You remember back to high school and your friend who always made pedophile jokes...

>What was his name? Armando? Or... Arm... hmm. It'll come to you.

"Yeah, I'm gonna join the soccer team in high school and come here to CU on a scholarship just like Rainbow did!"

>She then shows you a scar from an operation that she had to had when she was a kid about some crazy debilitating injury that left her on crutches for months of her life.

"But... I'm walking now! I'm gonna be the best, I swear to you."

>Oooh... sour grapes.

>Cheers erupt next to you.

"Hey y'all, pay attention! They're movin' that ball up!"

>The ball goes from Faust... to best human, cross to Derpy Hooves for the strike! Off the goal post and...

>IN! That's a goal by Rainbow Dash, off of the rebound!

"YEAAAAAAAAAH!!! WOOHOO! Isn't Dash the best?"

>You hear the crowd roar...

>It incites in you a... motivation... of sorts.

>Reminding you why you work so hard.

>Why you continue to try.

>Why you never /ff.

>Lol fuck you, Anon. That cheer isn't for you. It's for your bro.

>You get a handful of chips and stuff them in your face.

 

>After the game, you, Applejack and Scootaloo take Rainbow Dash to the University Town to get some victory 'za.

>Dash's still kinda walking funny.

"Rainbow Dash! You had such an awesome goal!"

"Aw...thanks, Scoots. How'd you get all the way out here anyways?"

"I, uh... took the bus?"

>How far out did Dash say she was from?

>Hopefully not far.

>After fisting Dash and her reliving each second of that glorious moment, you make it to the parlor.

>tfw scoring a goal in soccer/football.I'll never know it ;_;

"Anon's paying, right? He owes me."

>What a cunt.

 

Make a pizza. One topping per post. First five toppings win.

 

>She wants you to pay? Fine then. You're making this pizza your way.

>The Italian man gives you his signature checklist as you four gather around a table to decide.

>Pen in hand, you start on the upper left.

>Cheeses:

>You draw a straight line through all of the cheeses.

>Looking up, you see everyone excited.

>Veggies:

>Mushrooms.

>They're still on board.

>Pineapples.

>They're gonna jump ship.

>Meats:

>Pepperoni

>What's wrong? Don't like the ride?

>Chicken.

>This ride never ends.

Buffalo Chicken pizza is fucking amazing btw.

>You add a sausage stuffed crust for the final touch and hand the list to the Signore 'taliano.

>You wait for your pizza with a smug grin.

>Dash makes a face at you.

"What are you smiling about?"

>You stay silent.

>Pizza comes in hot, 20 minutes later.

>You grab a slice and eat it, looking at Rainbow Dash the whole time through.

>Applejack and Scootaloo dig in... but Rainbow Dash.

>She's eating it rather slowly.

>She's got a little sauce stain on her cheek, and a shred of cheese is hanging from her mouth.

>Cute.

>...

>You finish the pizza and the bill lands on the table.

>You smirk at Dash.

"Got something to say, Anon?"

>...

....

 

sweet dreams baybeeeeeee

>And you leave.

 

End Day 12.

Day 12 Summary:

Owe Rainbro $18

Silver V: 8 LP

Chem Midterm completed

Threesome-ish completed.

Met Scootaloo.