Canter U: Day 3 Wednesday

>12 AM

"You want me... to join in right now?"

>Twilight grabs your arm and pleads into your eyes as Rarity stands there... somewhere between appalled and appealed.

"What kind of harlot do you think I am, Anonymous?"

Ain't no fan pandering in this CYOA.

"And you!"

>Her focus shifts to Twilight.

"I told you about Anonymous! How could you?"

>Both of them are almost about to cry... out of sadness, out of rage and anger...

>Ranger...

>Walker Texas Ranger.

>Meanwhile, you're just standing there, like a derp.

>How are you gonna handle this?

 

A. Comfort Twilight.

B. Apologize to Rarity.

C. Fuckin' bounce.

 

>You hold Twilight's hand that is currently suffocating your arm.

>You tell Rarity you're sorry, but Twilight likes you a lot... and that's not necessarily your fault.

>I mean, can you even turn off your swag for one minute?

>Plus, Twi's really nice.

>She plays League.

>She got you a job.

>She's really smart.

>Rarity deflates.

"You just... y-you... get out of my room... now."

>You make your escape.

>Then come back in to get your forgotten clothes.

>You go back to your hall, and fall asleep easy.

>Gym and sex? Yup. You're done.

>Not quite so easy for Twilight and Rarity though. They're not sleeping tonight.

 

>FFW to Bio class in the morning.

>You couldn't find Twilight when you woke up. She apparently got up early and went to class instead.

>Surrounded by strangers, she looks extremely sad and there's no way you're sitting next to her today.

>Not finding Fluttershy or AJ, you sit by yourself in any empty lefty desk.

 

A. Take notes.

B. Nap.

C. Text someone. http://pastebin.com/7BVxC7XQ

 

>Egh... no distractions today. Let's get something done.

>Twilight's sad, but she'll be alright.

>You put away your phone and get your paper and pen out.

>You write all the words that that one guy in the front put on his powerpoint.

>And you mean all of them.

>Every little bit about the Golgi apparatus and phospholipid bilayers.

>You vaguely remember some of those words from high school.

>You quickly look around and scoff at how many pre-med students are in your class.

>You can just hear them now.

"DOCTA DOCTA DOCTA SHAME FAMIRY"

>After taking a page of notes, and add a few little drawings, class is over.

>You see Twilight take a look back at you, frowning.

>She starts to take off.

 

A. Go after her.

B. Go get some brunch.

C. Wander around campus.

 

>Twilight, wait!

>She turns around slowly, looking at you.

"Anon..."

>She collapses on your chest, falling into a hug.

"Anon... I didn't want any of this to happen."

>BITCH MUH DICK TOO BO-

"Rarity's really mad at me...

>Oh right, the drama, not the sex.

"and I knew she liked you this whole time! I'm such a bad friend."

>You offer her the best comfort you can offer.

>You know the perfect solution to this... more fucking.

>Lol, not gonna happen brah.

>Well, not yet at least.

Hell, I doubt I can make it through the day. I'm tired as fuck.

Also, harem mode or reeyshunship mode?

>You know the perfect alternate solution... food.

>Nothing like a bit of crappily written drama to get you hungry.

>She holds you by the arm, almost frowning, as you walk to the dining hall.

>And of course... you pass Rarity, who's on her way to class.

>And of course... Twilight's still grabbing on your arm. She lets go immediately.

"Rarity... I'm so sorry... please forgive me."

>She manages to contain her tears and her anger, then turns her attention to you, and she winces a bit and leaves to class.

 

>Waiting in line at the dining halls, you check your phone.

>New text from CU Central: There's a girls soccer game today!

>Um... yeah, that's nice.

>Twilight's pretty down. How do you cheer her up?

 

A. Talk about League.

B. Talk about class.

C. Invite her to the game later.

D. Shower her in compliments.

E. Don't.

 

>So... has Twilight been following LCS?

>Dem Cloud 9 doe.

>She eats silently.

>Staples Center League of Legends Finals?

>Lol, fuck the Lakers and everybody else who plays there.

>Oh yeah, you totally just remembered.

>Can you borrow Twilight's notes?

"Hmm? Oh, sure... I'll get it to you when we get back to the dorms or something."

>Dat monotone voice is really hard to write.

>Does she have any idea what we're doing in lab today?

"Mmm, I'll text Celestia and see if she has any idea."

>She gets out her phone.

>Dat slightly raised inflection is even harder to write.

>She sighs and shows a small smile.

"Says we can take the day off today. I could use one... I'm tired."

>And so could you.

>And so could I.

>Does she wanna go with you to watch the soccer game tonight then?

"Oh... well, I'm not that into sports... but I guess I can go... if it's with you."

>Plus, your best strawberry bro will be there.

>You head off to Chem class, Twilight smiling, wrapping her arms around your one arm tight.

>Can you have your arm back? You're starting to remember what happened yesterday.

>Fuck, you're sore. Dammit Dash.

>Park that shit in a lefty desk. Twilight next to you.

 

A. Notes it.

B. "Talk" to Twilight

C. Goof off, nap.

 

>You start taking notes. Something about how precision and accuracy are different.

>Pff. Totally different. Right?

>After taking a good page or so, you get a text from Dash, asking about the game.

>You tell her that you're gonna be there and so is Twilight.

>no reply. fuckin speedsters.

>Take a few more notes and you catch Twilight just looking at you.

>She okay there?

"Hmm what?"

>She shakes it off and returns to her notes.

>Too much swag.

 

>Ultra FFW because I'm getting really tired.

>Chem lab went okay. Twilight actually was enjoying herself.

>After you guys pack up your shit, AJ says she wants to tag along to watch the game. Should be fun.

>You get to the soccer field... and watch Dash warm up.

>Criminy jim jams. She's fast.

>You also watch a couple of the goalkeepers do some warmups.

>The blonde one looks like she can't see straight... and is the other one Celesti-

>Oh no... she's just wearing white... that looks like a burden.

>And it's time to get started.

>You hear the roar of the crowd.

"GET HYPE!"

>Dash is on the bench... right.

>You three sit up in the bleachers and call out her name.

>She proudly waves from the bench.

>Twilight's leaning on you and strangling your arm.

>+60 minutes because soccer is only fun for about 20 of them.

>Hey, Dash is in!

>After a crazy save from that one blonde GK, and some nice ball movement from the redhead in midfield, Dash makes her run.

>Beats one, beats another! And slides one in to the outside post!

>Oh shit, but she's on the ground... grabbing her ankle.

>Twilight squeezes your arm in empathy.

 

A. Rush down to the edge of the field to get a better view.

B. Just watch.

C. Leave. Get food. Something else.

 

>Bro down, bro down.

>You rush to field level, bringing Twilight along.

>Although you can't get on the field, you get as close as you can.

>What happened?

>One of the players who looks extremely unoriginal turns around.

"It looks like she sprained her ankle something bad."

>The trainer and a player that oddly looks like Jackie Chan help her off of the field and towards the bench.

>Dash sits within conversation range, because you know how exclusive those division 2 college athletes can be.

>Her trainer lies her down on the ground, quickly removing her shoe and icing down the injury.

>Is your bro gonna be okay?

"Hng... yeah, I'll be... mmmmmmmmghhhh.... fine."

>She's holding back pain, slamming the ground with her fist occasionally.

"But did you see that goal? It was like"

>She imitates the kick again, not remembering that she's hurt.

"Ah fuckballs!"

>You ask Twilight for advice. She reads up on a lot of sciency shit, and she definitely knows things... right?

>DOCTA DOCTA PRE MED SHAME FAMIRY

>Nah, she doesn't know anything.

>She clings back onto you, which catches the attention of Dash.

>Dash gives you an acknowledging wink, which causes Twilight to cling even moreso.

 

>Save for winning the game, you're sure Dash would feel like super shit.

>She's on crutches, telling you how she's probably gonna be off her leg for at least a week or so.

>The four of you head back to the dorms to make sure she gets some rest.

>She tosses off her crutches and collapses on the first immediate couch. The recoil sends her leg flying into something, touching that tender ankle.

>Expletives.

>It's getting pretty late so AJ goes back to her room, something about "stuuuudyin' " and Twilight insists on staying...

>Like... super insists.

>Like Twilight Shining armor Insists.

> lel incest jokes

>Your bro looks like she's in pain.

 

A. Stay and keep her company.

B. Go back to your room to work.

C. Go hang with Twilight.

 

Captcha: helpher thirteen

 

>You get up quickly and tell Da-

"Where are you going, Anon?"

>Twilight's holding your wrist at this point.

>-sh that you're going to get your stuff and come back to the lobby to keep her company.

>You take a step, A lot harder than usual, because you're dragging a Twilight with you.

>Ask New Moon, that book knows how you feel. I run out of good jokes when I'm tired.

"Can I come with you?"

>Um, Twilight... you can get your stuff yourself. You just ask her for her notes.

"Oh yeah, and could you do me a hyuuuge favor, Twi?"

>And your bro got Twi getting shit from Dash's room too.

>Twilight sighs and you both go opposite directions to both obtain necessary items.

>In a matter of minutes, you come back full handed, books on laptop on backpack on a few bottles of Gatorade.

>because, yknow... electrolytes... help... injuries?

>not really

>Twilight comes back with Dash's school stuff, save for the laptop.

>Because carrying laptops and walking on crutches is FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE.

>I've done it before.

>She also hands you a piece of paper with a big highlighter heart on it, which gloss seamlessly atop the notes you so dearly need.

 

A. Study up.

B. Talk to Dash.

C. Talk to Twi.

D. Goof off.

 

>It's about to be 9.

>Twilight leans into you and watches you read her notes.

>Despite giving the occasional explanation here and there, you manage through.

>Them's some real good notes.

>Mmmgh... fuck you're still sore from yesterday.

>But no gym buddy for a bit.

>After reading through the fucking textbook that is Twilight's bio notes, you look up at Dash, who's resting the ankle on a bed of ice and balancing and reading a textbook on her chest.

>not hard when you dont have a chest lelelelelel[/spolier]

>Is your bro okay?

>She winces a bit as she turns to address you.

"Yeah, I'm all smiles, Anon! Trust me!"

>The grimace of pain turns into a warm smile... ooh hello notes.

>Twilight holds another sheet in front of your face and snuggles into you again.

>You turn to your laptop, throw on some Grumps while you read that article that Celestia sent you about biomineralization.

>The only thing you understood is that Dan and Arin wanna play Super Mario Sunshine.

>Wait... is Twilight even doing anything?

"Aww... she fell asleep. That's adorable, bro."

>Can't blame her, she's been awake all night.

 

A. Bring her back to her room

B. Wake her up.

C. Leave her there.

 

>After studying for a little bit longer, you carefully peel Twilight off of you and get her into a balanced sitting position.

"So, bro... did you uh..."

>She slides her finger into a circle of her other fingers.

>You nod, then you fist her and return to packing up.

"I told you she was cute. How was it?"

>After describing how sex combined with Dash's shampoo was the greatest thing on Earth, you close up your laptop.

>You leave most of your shit in a nice neat pile on the lobby table, and pick up Twili-

>MMMMMMMM your arms...

>So sore.

>This is how you make gains, bro. Pushing limits.

>You lift Twilight up carefully, in some kind of bride carry groom layout, while Dash hobbles over to the girls' hall door.

>Fuck this is hard.

>She holds the door open with one of her crutches, while you slide on in, careful not to bang her on anything. because you already did that last night. ZING! I got one good one for the night.

>After knocking on Twilight's door, you realize the crucial flaw in the strategy...

>You have to deal with Rarity.

"Anon.", she says very curtly.

 

A. Ignore her and return Twilight to her bed

B. Apologize for brekkin her hartt </3 and put Twilight to bed.

C. Drop Twilight on floor, fall asleep in her bed.

 

>You get the oddest urge to fall asleep right now.

>You go straight inside and put Twilight into her bed.

"Nothing to say, Anonymous?"

>You first open with the excuse that you just wanted to put Twilight down first because your arms are tired.

>Sweet opener, brah.

>You begin to tell her that you're sorry.

>You tell her you had no idea she liked you that much.

>I mean... she's pretty hot and has cheeks for days... so she's automatically out of your league.

>Hey... you didn't play any League today! Good steps toward sobriety.

>Focus Anon.

"Anonymous... it's..."

>She sighs a bit before hugging you.

"I should be the one who's sorry. I should have told you from the beginning. You were just so charming."

>Swag: [ON] on

>You guys reach a stalemate of apologizing, until...

"Perhaps... you should just let Twilight into your life... Now while it's wrong of her to steal from friends... I will not stoop to her level and steal you back. Consider this me being generous."

>what elements.

>You tell her the time and she guides you to the door.

"Good night, Darling."

>mmm, that sounds right. She sounds okay now.

>You give her a platonic hug.

 

A. Bedtime, back to the room!

B. obligatory harem option where you fuck rarity, but you won't see this until the next time I write.

 

>You make a little face distance in the hug, and stare into Rarity's blue eyes.

>Kind of odd... now that she doesn't have that cake on her face.

>You go in for the ASNYIP kiss.

>I love the way he draws those... they're so adorable.

"Um... Anonymous? What are you doing?"

>lol jk dudes i rused you all. thought it was gonna be that easy? NAH NIGGA YOU GON' NEED TA PUT IN SOME WORK IF YOU WANT MORE PUSS

>>12289730

>none

>Um... nothing. Good night!

>You walk back into your room, tell Spike to put on some headphones and slow the clicking...

>You're tired.

>And when I say that I mean

>I'm tired.

 

End Day 3:

Day 3 Summary:

Chances of good grades on midterms increased.