Welcome to CanterU: Frost & Lime+ Edition
 
The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3
Yesterday with posts: >>http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/14618954
 
>You roll over.
>Who's this next to you?
>Oh, right.
>Your waifu pillow was cold.
>You totally have one of those.
>Spike snores a bit.
>He snores?
>You never noticed.
>You grab your things and head out.
>Quick shower in between, of course.
 
A. Lounge
B. Girls hall
C. Food
D. Class
 
>You've got some time before classes start.
>Might as well do some socializing to pass the time.
>Lyra is already standing by the door.
>Strange...
>Did she even sleep last night?
"Of course I did. I'm just waiting for a friend."
>You forgot that's why she's always here.
>Who that friend is, you'll never know.
>Lyra lets you inside, and you strut into the hall.
>Pinki-
>*ahem* Pinkamena's door is open.
>The sound of rushing water comes from inside.
>Weird.
>It's probably best to assume that everyone is their rooms, considering how early it is.
 
A. Pinkamena
B. Rainbow and Fluttershy
C. Twilight and Rarity
 
>You take a look inside Pinki-
>Pinkamena's room.
>You're never gonna get used to calling her that.
>It's so... neat.
>Considering you were in here with Applejack yesterday, it's weird that you hadn't noticed until now.
>Besides that, it's neat.
>The running water is coming from the bathroom.
>What could she be doing?
>You knock on her bathroom door.
>You're not really in the mood to walk in on a naked, mentally disturbed girl.
>Unless... you are?
>...
>Nope.
>No response from inside.
>Maybe she's hurt?
>You push open the door slowly.
>Steam rushes into your face.
>That was... hot.
>P-Pinkamena?
>You take a quick peek.
>She's sitting on her toilet, her straightened hair covering her face.
>The shower's running, along with the sink faucet.
>Jesus, Pinkamena...
>She looks up at you.
"Non... Anon?"
>Yep, it's-a you.
>What's she doing in here?
"I'm... opening up my... pores. Ms. Redheart told me about this..."
>Redheart...
>Damn that intern.
>What good will that do, anyway?
"I... I'm not sure..."
>It's not like she has acne, so...this is pointless.
"I... guess you're right."
>Pinkamena gets up and starts turning off the water.
>As she walks out of the room, she shivers.
>Dat hot-to-cold temperature difference.
>She moves a little closer to your body.
>Only for a moment, though.
>She pushes herself away from you and goes to her bed.
>Uh...
 
A. Business
B. Bizness
C. Leave
 
>So... how's the readjusting going?
"Readjusting?"
>Well, yeah.
>Being in the hospital for so long couldn't have been very fun.
>Pinkamena would've needed to time to get back into the CU swing of things.
"The hospital wasn't so bad..."
>She kicks her feet over the side of the bed.
>What did they do to her over there anyway?
"They... After I woke up... they asked me a lot of questions... A lot of people came to see me."
>Doctor Discord came, if you remember correctly.
>A hint of a smile plays upon Pinkamena's lips.
"He was nice. He gave me an apple."
>He missed her in class yesterday.
"I... I wasn't feeling up to it."
>You're sure he understands.
>It's only been, what, 4 days since she's came back.
>You're just happy that Pinkie-
"Pinkamena..."
>Pinkamena... is back.
"Yeah..."
>She looks down.
>Is she feeling alright?
"I'm... I'm fine. I'm just thinking about stuff."
>Does she want to talk about it?
"I'm... I'm not sure..."
>You sit down next to her.
>Pinkamena moves away from you.
>She clearly doesn't want contact from people right now.
>She know's she can trust you with anything, right?
>Pinkamena nods.
>Just... not right now then?
>She frowns.
"I said... I said I wasn't sure."
 
A. Press her
B. Leave her be
C. Change subjects
 
>She can talk to you.
>Hell, you want her to talk to you.
>You want to help her.
>This new personality of hers... It's really unsettling.
>You probably should've asked Discord about it yesterday.
>But now you can hear it straight from the horses mouth.
>What's going on, Pinkamena?
>She looks down again.
"I'm... I'm..."
>What is it?
"I'm... I'm so sorry..."
>Sorry?
>What for?
"For everything..."
>There's a sudden glimpse of emotion from her usually monotone voice.
>What's she apologizing for?
>Really, it's odd for her to be saying sorry.
>And what does "everything" mean?
>Pinkamena looks up at you with a scowl.
"You know exactly what that means."
>The scowl doesn't last very long.
>Her anger is quickly replaced by tears, causing her to bury her face in her hands.
>Jesus, Pinkie...
"How come you keep asking me to talk about it, Anon? The hospital... Chi Up Mu... Blue..."
>Her lip quivers as she says Blueblood's name.
>That uppity piece of shit...
>A tear rolls down Pinkamena's face.
>You instinctively reach out to hug her, but she pulls away from you.
"How can you do that to me, Anon. I can't talk to anyone about what happened... and you..."
>She looks down again, her tears falling to the floor.
"How can you even look at me anymore?"
>W-what?
>Is she talking about when you saved her from Blueblood?
>She nods.
"You... I let you see me like that... I never wanted this..."
>The steady stream turns into a waterfall.
>Jesus, Anon...
 
A. Comfort her
B. Leave
C. Hug (dubs)
 
>You struggle to keep from hugging her.
>Your will is strong, Anonymous...
>Welcome to the Green party of America.
>Besides the power ring that has conveniently placed itself outside her window...
>You can't help but think about how Pinkie wound up in this situation.
>How she started partying with Sunset and her cronies, letting them do God knows what with her...
>How she started doing drugs, and how she stole from Applejack just to get her fix...
>How you found her, tied to a bed, being used to get drugs for the sorority.
>But the one thing that stands out...
>Is how you can forgive her for all of that.
"What?"
>You hand Pinkamena a tissue.
"Anon, you don't understand. I pushed everyone away and became... I became a monster..."
>Yeah, you realized that.
>But she could always blame it on the drugs.
>You've been where she is, where you've wanted something so much it pushes you to do something...
>Bad...
>But there's always one person who would stand by you.
>And she has you.
>Pinkamena takes another tissue.
"I... I'm so sorry... so sorry..."
>She curls up on the bed, turning away from you.
>You reach out, touching her arm.
>Pinkie...
>You stay like that for a few minutes, taking in the silence.
>You look at her desk.
>Damn, class...
>You place the tissue box on her bed and gather your things.
>You take one last look before you close her door.
>You can't tell, but it looks like her hair is starting to curl.
>You rub your eyes.
>It's just your imagination...
 
>You never thought you'd actually have to put your humanities major into use.
>But it's working.
>As you leave, you spot Rainbow coming out of her room.
"Sup dude? Visiting Pinkie?"
>Yeah.
>She could use a friend.
"Totally..."
>The smile fades for a second.
"Ready for the final?"
>Ye-
>Wait, the final?
>Why didn't she tell you before?
>Rainbow shrugs and starts walking.
>Well, this should be interesting.
 
>That wasn't so bad.
>Your American blood heats up at the thought of taking an english test.
>Of course you got a perfect score.
>Probably, anyway.
"Dude, quit talking to yourself."
>Shit, she can hear you?
>So much for keeping the fourth wall intact.
"So, gym? Or do you want to go to class, egghead?"
 
A. Class
B. Gym
C. Food
 
>Well, you're sick of all these surprise finals.
>As if Twilight didn't spend all of last week telling you that finals started this Tuesday...
>You pull out your phone.
Rarity (Final today?): Yes. The test is in 10 minutes.
>The class is [REDACTED] minutes away, so...
>You should probably get going.
"Whatever. See you later, dude."
>You watch Rainbow run off outside.
>Time to start the trek to Art History.
>This should be in-
"Wait up!"
>A split-second later, something slams into you from behind.
>Spike?
>What's the rush, we've got time.
"Oh, really? Sorry dude."
>You help him up and brush yourself off.
>It's only Art History.
>You know, the class you always were on time for.
>You'll do fine.
>...
>You're fucked.
 
>Rarity waves at you as you pen the door.
>At the front of the room, you're surprised to see Cadance.
>What's she doing here?
>You and Spike take a seat near Rarity.
>The professor comes in a few minutes later.
"Sorry I'm late. Ms. Cadance, please pass out the test materials."
>Cadance, the ever present beacon of sunshine, smiles at each student as she hands them their papers.
>She gives you a wink as she passes you by.
"Good luck, you two."
>Oh, right.
>She knows Rarity too.
>You look down at your paper.
>It's just... pictures.
>You turn to Rarity.
>What're we supposed to do?
"We're supposed to describe the period of history the art style originated from. Come now, Anony-"
"Who's talking?!"
>Sorry, Prof.
>Rarity turns back to her paper.
>No chance of help now...
>You put your pencil down.
>At least you answered 4 questions.
>Out of 20.
>This class won't affect your chances of graduating, will it?
"You will now have a 10 minute break. Cadance, please go around and collect the test papers."
>You turn to Rarity.
>Can she help you for a minute.
"Oh, I shouldn't..."
>Please?
"I suppose I could help you, but just this one time, because it's the final."
>She helps you with the remaining questions.
>You finish writing just as Cadance walks up to your table.
"Nice work, Anon. I hope you're ready for the second part."
>Se-Second part?
>God dammit.
>Cadance laughs and collects the rest of the papers.
>At least you didn't fail part one.
"As if you did all of it yourself."
>Alright, you get it.
>Thanks, Rarity
 
A. Spike
B. Cadance
C. Rarity
 
>You turn to Rarity.
>Ok, you have T-Minus 9 minutes, 45 seconds to learn everything Rarity learned in the last month and a half.
"I... You couldn't possibly expect to learn everything in such a short time, Anonymous..."
>9 minutes, 30 seconds...
>She's killing your time.
>Rarity, please?
>For you?
"I suppose we can try..."
>Apparently, begging is her thing.
>Isn't weird how the professor didn't say that talking about the test was prohibited.
>Isn't CU great?
 
"That's enough. Everyone back to your seats."
>You wipe the sweat off your brow.
>That was an intense study session.
>Thanks a million, Rarity.
"It was nothing, really. I just don't want to see you fail."
>She gives you a smile.
>Cadance comes back around with a new paper.
>It's a picture of some old guy.
>Cadance leans in close to your ear.
"That's Aspertini. Sorry about that..."
>Before you can find out why Cadance is sorry, she's moved on to other tables.
>Apparently, you have to write an essay on his life.
>Maybe Rarity mentioned something about him before...
>Let's see what you retained.
 
>Thanks to Rarity, you actually got through that essay.
>Hopefully the professor won't notice the similarities between Aspertini and Michelangelo.
>They were similar, right?
"Of course not, Anonymous. The art styles, the flair..."
>Annnd, we've lost Rarity.
>Well, the english department would've loved your essay.
>Spike appears next to you.
"How about we all get some lunch?"
>Not a bad idea.
>The three of you head to the dining hall.
>It's packed with students, all talking about their finals.
>You find a table for your gang.
>When you come back from the line, you see that Octavia has taken your spot.
>Uh, nice of her to drop in.
"Oh, I'm sorry Anon. Here, let me-"
>Nah, it's fine.
>You take a chair from the table behind.
>Now, let's eat.
 
A. Octavia
B. Spike
C. Rarity
D. Leave
 
>Octavia and Rarity seem to be pretty friendly.
>They only met yesterday, right?
"Oh, yes. But Rarity and I went to the same high school."
>Seriously?
>What was it, an all girls prep school or something.
"Yes..."
>Oh, well, in that case: +10 Psychic
>Rarity never noticed Octavia before?
"We all had our own cliques, darling. Octavia here was always playing music, and I tended to socialize with the theater group."
>That makes sense, probably.
"If you excuse me, I must get something to drink..."
>You follow Rarity to the line.
>You never did get to properly thank her for helping you with the test.
>You take the drink from her and pay for it.
"Anon, you didn't have to-"
>You insist.
"Well, thank you. You truly are a gentleman."
>Aw, now she's got you blushing.
>You spot Rainbow coming back from outside.
>She's been out for a while.
>Must've been busy with running or something.
 
A. Lunch
B. Rainbow
C. Leave
 
You and Rarity go back to the table.
>You let Spike eat the rest of your fries.
>Food is so... mainstream.
>Does Octavia want anything?
"No thank you, Anon. I had food earlier."
>That explains why she's still here...
>What about Spike?
"Nah. These fries are good enough."
>Good to hear.
>So, what's up with your little bro anyway?
>It feel like you haven't seen him in a while.
"I've been around. Mostly studying or writing."
>Writing?
"Yeah. I've been writing a lot to my family."
>What've they been up too?
"Not much, I guess."
>He fiddles around with a fork.
>He's never really brought them up before.
>They must be a soft spot for him.
>Well, whatever then.
 
>The group starts to dissipate a few minutes later.
>Spike heads back to the dorm, while Rarity and Octavia walk towards the girls hall.
>That seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
 
A. Girls hall
B. Dorm
C. Gym
D. Outside
 
>You grab your stuff and hoof it alone.
>Might as well try to get something done.
>Let's make it physical.
Rainbow (gym): Already there. Hurry up.
>Sure thing.
>A few minutes later, you find yourself sitting on the gym bench, watching Rainbow run.
"Well, are you just gonna stare at me?"
>Oh, sorry.
>You take the treadmill next to Rainbow.
>Wanna race?
"Sure thing, dude. Prepare to lose."
>She turns up her speed.
>You follow suit.
>She turns it up again.
>You can see a pattern forming.
 
>An hour of sweating, paining, and gaining pass by quickly.
"That... That was intense..."
>She can say that again.
>You follow Rainbow downstairs and into the shower room.
"You might as well just come into the girls room."
>It's not like you were planning to go in there later anyway.
"Yeah, right."
>You watch Rainbow strip and go inside.
>You follow suit... again.
>At least you won't freeze in the boys room this time.
 
A. Business
B. Bizness
C. Skip the shower
 
>You take the shower next to Rainbow.
>As if you'd take any of the other ones.
>You watch Rainbow put that strawberry shampoo in her hair.
>Ah... Femmy...
>It smells so... sweet.
>And you get to smell it every night, since you stole Rainbow's pillows.
>Smart move, Anon.
>Smart move.
>You move a little closer to Rainbow.
>You call upon your skills of shower sneaking from last Friday.
>A few more feet, and...
"Anon, what're you doing?"
>What's it look like?
>You're trying to get down to bizness.
"To defeat huns?"
>That's why you like her.
>You move in for the kill.
>A fist full of ass, a mouth full of tongue.
>Rainbow holds the position for a little bit before pulling away.
"Dude, did you talking to AJ yet?"
>Actually, you did.
>Last night, to be specific.
"Y-You did?"
>What, she didn't expect you to do it?
"I... I wasn't sure if you would, to be honest."
>Well, everything between you and Applejack is resolved.
>Now you can focus on more important efforts...
>You move in closer to Rainbow.
"Y-you really want to? Right now?"
>Yes, right now.
>You want to master the art of shower sex before leaving.
"I-I don't know, dude..."
 
A. Shower
B. Bed (anons/girls hall)
C. Skip the sex
 
>You're feeling the doubt yourself.
>Who knows who might walk in...
>Lol, imagine if Derpy.
"A-Anon... be serious!"
>Fine, fine.
>You can at least start the foreplay.
>You lean in to kiss her again, inviting yourself inside her mouth.
>She moans as your hands start their descent.
>3, 2, 1...
>We have contact.
"A-Anon..."
>It's not like you haven't done this with her before.
>You let your other hand play with her tits.
>B, maybe A-cups...
>It's a downgrade from Applejack, but what else could you expect from an athlete.
>Might as well be a dancer.
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>She's pretty wet already.
>You pretend that it's because of you, and not the shower water.
>You put a finger insi-
*slam*
>Holy Christmas!
"W-what was that?"
>Rainbow moves in close to you.
>You wait for the inevitable appearance of some girl...
>But it never comes.
>It must've been the other room.
>Darn, that killed your buzz.
"We should finish this upstairs, Anon. This is too risky..."
>No problems detected.
 
>You lead Rainbow to your room.
>Good thing Spike is out doing his daily... whatever.
>Finally...
>Rainbow takes off her shirt and eagerly accepts your kiss.
>She seems to be enjoying this a little more.
>That's... cute.
"S-Shut up... No i'm not..."
>Rainbow blushes.
>Boner 80%
>You bring her over to the bed and start to finger her.
>Just like last time, eh Rainbow?
"S-stop talking... idiot..."
>She tenses as you go a bit deeper.
>Yeah, she's enjoying it.
>Now it's your turn.
>You play with Rainbow's nearly-nonexistent tits as you start to take off your clothes.
>*Zip*
>There we are.
>You press against her, sliding inside slowly.
>The shower water/natural lube is coming in handy right now.
"Nmmph..."
>You're doing something right...
>You take it slow at first.
>Gotta see what Rainbow likes, then make notes of it.
>Because you're a scientific kind of guy.
>Her moans aren't getting any quieter.
>Rainbow's gotta keep quiet.
"D-Dashie... please..."
>Uh, sure thing.
>You pick up the pace a little bit, prompting her to be a little louder.
"Mmmph... Anon..."
>You-
>Whoa!
>Rainbow gets herself on top of you, bouncing and grinding like there's no tomorrow.
should've saved that joke for day 50
>You bring her in for a kiss as she picks up the pace.
>Is she-
"A-Anon!"
>She tenses up as she cums, collapsing on your chest.
>You imagine one of those fucked-silly expressions you've seen online.
>The Japanese probably have a word for it.
>After a few minutes of catching breath, Rainbow climbs off of you.
"That... That was amazing..."
>Shut up baby. You know it.
"Yeah, whatever..."
>You bring her in for another kiss as she puts her pants on.
"C-can we do this again?"
>Sure thing, "Dashie".
>Rainbow puts the rest of her clothes on and heads for the door.
"Oh, and sorry about the sheets, dude."
>She winks and leaves, laughter trailing behind her.
>You look at the bed.
>Dammit, Dashie...
 
End Day 45+
 
End Day 45+
 
>You look over at the sheets.
>You could always go to the washing machine...
>Or...
>You look at Spike's bed.
>He won't mind a switch, will he?
 
Rainbow Dash rapport up!
Cadance rapport up!
Rarity rapport up!
Spike rapport up!
 
Met Dashie
Finished Art History & English finals
Spike has a family[?]