>You wake up... on your own accord.
>Whew! You feel great!
>Only... 10:30!
>Maybe next quarter you should schedule classes even later.
>implying there will be a next quarter
>No Spike. Got the whole room to yourself.
>You get on your laptop and check your regulars.
>Facebook... nothing exciting.
>Youtube... nothing exciting.
>Emails!
>You can no longer transfer out of psych!
>Not that you would have... you spent a long time yesterday working on that essay.
>And... there's an away game on Tuesday.
>Dash messages you that she leaves Monday night.
>Oh! And one from your mom!
"Check your mail, honey!"
>K whatever.
>You've lost all interest and attention.
>What now?
 
A. Go check mail
B. Work/Study
C. Breakfast
D. Vidya.
 
>You zoop up something to wear.
>Something casual...
>But comfy.
>You open your closet...
>T-shirt, jeans, and a zip-up hoodie.
>Change up.
>You head out of the lobby, passing by Shining Armor and Twilight watching cartoons together.
>Aww... how cute.
"Good morning, Anon!"
>Twilight moves Shining Armor's arm... or... hand or something...
>And smiles at you.
>You bid them both a good morning before heading out of the lobby.
>And you begin the walk to the mailroom.
>Passing by a couple of students, you open the door and see a familiar girl behind the desk.
>Cheerilee.
>Busy... typing away as usual.
"Oh... morning, Anon... I got your package."
>Damn right she's gonna get your package.
>She fwips a box on the counter.
>You greedily take it before going back to A building.
 
>More candy...
>More snacks...
>A new shirt!
>And... a box?
>It's a small box...
>You open it.
>It's a crappy not-smartphone.
>Still has a flip keyboard, and it texts... but ah well.
>Also, your contacts are all here! I'm not writing that shit.
>Now what?
 
A. Study/Work
B. Work out
C. Food
D. Lobby.
 
>You flip through your phone's settings, changing everything to your liking.
Mom (thanks): No problem, honey! Now we can't afford to send your little sister to gymnastics this month.
>Well... shit.
Rarity (breakfast): I already ate, sorry...
Luna (hello): Good morning! I'm not doing much today...
Vinyl (come over): Sure thing, I'll be over in a bit.
>You go downstairs and wait at the door for Vinyl to come through.
"Hey dude!"
>Vinyl comes strolling over... still in what you would call sleeping clothes.
>She's got her sunglasses on, though.
>She gives you a quick hug before you let her in, and you go to raid the fridge.
"You're cookin'? Sweet, make me some."
>You're cookin like Lil B.
>You're scrambling a few eggs.
>And in a matter of minutes, you've prepared enough for two.
>Scooping them into two plates, you dish one over to Vinyl, who scarfs them down.
>You do the same.
"So, 'non... I've been thinking..."
>Good. Her brain works.
"We gotta get my name out there."
>She's already super popular.
"Nah, I mean like... nationally!"
>You're a science major! Not some kind of PR sociology studies guy.
>You have no idea...
"Come on, dude! You've got to have a good idea."
 
A. Make a music video
B. Make a porno (dubs)
C. Turn her down.
 
>How about porn?
>You could picture it now.
>Brazzers.
>She comes in... and you're the PR guy.
>And she wants to up her popularity.
>So you bang her!
>It practically writes itself! Hell, you might not even have to be acting!
>The poor girl almost chokes on your eggs.
>She woulda been choking on the cock and the eggs...
>But... you're not that smooth.
>Vinyl's coughing...
"W-what?!"
>Jokes, brah... jokes.
"Pff, yeah right, Anon... I know you want summa this."
>She strikes a pose in her chair.
>No, seriously! It was a joke!
"Anon... the more you deny it, the less I believe you."
>She's grinning sheepishly as she finishes her eggs.
"Egh... I'll just have to put off my popularity rush for later..."
>She smirks and shoves the bowl at you.
"See ya later, perv."
>You frown at her.
>She takes off her sunglasses.
"I'm just kidding ya..."
>And she winks and wraps you in for a hug before taking off.
 
>Great idea, Anon.
>Now you're not sure how she feels about you!
>You see her out the door, before cleaning the dishes back up.
>Don't want Rarity yelling at you for being a slob.
>Or Twilight...
>Which ever.
>Tom and Fluttershy are watching TV quietly, as Twilight says goodbye to Shining Armor.
>He leaves the dorm and Twilight goes to a table to study.
 
A. Watch TV.
B. Study/Work with Twilight
C. Head back to your room.
 
>You zoop back into your room.
>Spike's... still gone.
>Eh... whatever... probably training his Mario Party.
>His laptop's gone... so you know he's at least that much safer.
>You nom on some candy before opening up your laptop.
>Your Word file is still open on the taskbar.
>You open it and make sure to press ctrl+s at least 10 times.
>Don't wanna lose your hard work.
>You watch a Vsauce video and check your Facebook.
>One of your old high school friends has a girlfriend now?
>Wow... never thought you'd see the day.
>You always knew him as the quiet, permavirgin type.
>Super beta in high school.
>No homo, though, he was kinda handsome.
>But... he has a girlfriend now?
>Good for him.
>You take a look at his girlfriend.
>She's meh.
>You look to see if she has any summer bikini photos.
>Nope. Hell, hardly any pictures at all!
>So... he found someone who's more beta than he was.
>Good for him.
>You close Facebook.
 
A. Play League
B. Study/Work
C. Fap.
 
>You make sure the door's decently closed, and hopefully locked.
>You won't mind if Spike sees you fapping.
>And he shouldn't mind either.
>That's bro level.
>Spike's been a bit less of a bro though.
>You put your headphones and open up the internet.
>You rip down a couple fliers, and bribe someone and become incognito.
>Incognito windows. Stops the surveillance.
>I'm still not sure if school ISP's track if you watch porn or go on 4chan or whatever, so I got some lowered accuracy.
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>You open up /gif/ and find a squirting thread.
>For some reason, you're really into that.
>You find one gif you really like and request sauce.
>Some based Anon has a link, to which you follow.
>Hmm... actually good quality.
>You get your fap on.
>Wow... this girl's really getting into it.
>Her voice is really cute, and she's got a rocking body.
>Your hand's just kinda moving by itself... but you're getting there.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aW3z5yVh9Pk
>Fuck fuck fuck, who is it?
>You wipe your hand on something...
>Femanon?
>You're clean, and your dick's tucked away.
 
A. Answer with Video
B. Answer
C. Decline
 
>Her default picture is still you and her in your caps and gowns.
>Aww... the memories...
>Of 4 months ago.
>You click answer with video...
>And there she is. Still in her jammie jams.
>A slightly static-y voice arises.
"Hey you."
>She smiles.
>Haven't heard her voice in forever, what's up?
"Oh... nothing much... I just miss you is all."
>Damn right she misses you.
>She pouts a bit.
"Hah, get over yourself, Anon."
>You shrug.
>Anything new in the world of Femanon?
"Nope... still the same old, y'know? You're still a science major, right?"
>Yep. True as can be.
>She smiles again and tucks her hands into her sleeves.
"A-are you... having fun at Cuntorock?"
>Canterlot.
"Right, right... sorry."
>Yeah... you've made a few new friends.
>Had some delicate encounters.
"O-oh..."
>How about her?
"I'm doing okay, my roommate's not here... you really should meet her."
>Has she made any new friends?
"Y-yeah... kinda..."
>That's g-
"Not really..."
>Femanon, not making new friends? No way.
>She always used to be the happy one of the group. Really nice and outgoing.
>Could get along with anyone. She was a pocket of sunshine... a bundle of joy.
"It's... just not the same, y'know?"
>Oh yeah, most defenitely.
"I just... I called to get a little piece of reality. I miss you a lot. Gotta go!"
>You two smile at each other, before she says goodbye and waves to you on camera.
>It's 3PM.
 
A. Study/work
B. Vidya
C. Lobby
D. Gym
 
>It's League time.
>No Spike though.
>No Twilight either...
>You check their last games played.
>Spike, about 14 hours.
>Twilight, three days?
>Huh... odd.
>Wonder who else is online.
>Friends from high school.
>Weird people you met online...
>Trixie...
>Hmm...
>Trixie challenged you... didn't she?
>You tell her to come over to A building.
TGNPTrix: no faggot u
TGNPTrix: B building master race
>You sigh and pack up your shit.
>Mouse, receiver.
>Granola bars. You stick one in your mouth.
>Wallet, phone... and ID card.
>Don't want a repeat of last night.
>You shoof your hair a bit, and fix your shirt before heading out the door.
 
>You walk out the door, and head to B building.
>Trixie lets you in the door.
"Ready to get served, Anonymous? There's no way Trixie can lose."
>You give her a whatever bitch and walk through the door.
>You see Octavia talking to... Colgate...
"Oh... hello Anonymous."
"Anon's here?"
"Back off, heathens... He is Trixie's next victim!"
>The two girls sigh and facepalm.
>You let Trixie lead the way into the girls hall, as Colgate mouths a "you're screwed" to you.
>Octavia's making a cuckoo gesture, and Colgate giggles.
>Trixie lets you into her room.
>It's a mess.
"Prepare yourself!"
>You set up in Trixie's roommate's desk.
Any idea who it'd be?
>She sets up the client...
"Ready to get destroyed, Anon?"
>Hmph.
>You decide to place a wager on this game.
>Win and you get a blowjob.
"Wh-hat? There's no way Trixie's doing that!"
>But if she wins...
 
A. You'll be her slave for the rest of the quarter non sexually.
B. You do her homework for the rest of the quarter.
C. You'll be her best friend and transitively hate Twilight instead.
 
"W-what? Trixie never loses!"
>The dumb bitch took Riven against your MF!
No offense, Ylfa.
>Of course you're gonna win that fight at least once.
>Just as long as you remembered your mechanics.
>You kited her and got first blood.
>Then she got tanky and started killing you.
>You pushed the lanes up and won the game.
>You look over at Trixie.
>She's mad blushing.
"I'm not going to do that... that... thing you want me to do."
>Wow. Bitch.
>You give her a nice speech how she's ruining her integrity.
>And all that really moral talk.
"A-anonymous?"
>She's a liar. Flat out.
>Boisterous about her supposed "talent".
>All talk, no show.
>She claims she's the shit but...
"I... I just can't..."
>Why not?
"It's... my first time..."
>She blushes, looks away and pouts.
>The Great and Powerful Trrrrrrrrixie, reduced to this.
>Honestly? Given the way she acts? You're not surprised.
>She probably spews her autism at every boy she meets.
>Why do you even want a blowjob from her?
>Oh yeah, you're on a mission, that's right.
"I don't know if I can do it."
 
A. Force her
B. Encourage her
C. Seduce her (dubs)
D. Back Off.
 
>You reassure her...
>It's not hard.
>Well... it'll be hard, but not hard.
>Naw'mean?
>She gathers herself and shuts the door.
"O-okay... sh-show me..."
>Is she sure?
"Y-yes, okay? Hurry before I change my mind."
>You stand up next to her as she sits in her chair.
"W-well?"
>You ask her to do it. You did win the bet after all.
"F-f-fine..."
>She unbuttons your pants... and unzips them... and pulls down.
>The proximity of her hands has gotten you to about 30%.
>She looks away and closes her eyes as she pulls your boxers down.
>You've got a decent manscape... but you really should work on it.
>She turns back slowly and opens her eyes.
"O-oh my gosh."
>Her reaction pulls you down to about 10%
>Disgust is definitely not your fetish.
>You take yourself into your hand and raise you back up to full blast.
"I-it's... big."
>Lol dis bitch.
>You're not big... hell, you're not even sure if you're in the upper 50%.
>But oh well. You yuck it up.
>Embarrassedly impressed girl is your fetish.
>You take her hand... and guide it slowly onto your dick.
>You feel some initial resistance, but once the hand has landed, you let her go.
>Her hands are cold... and she's really gripping it. Almost ouch, but she loosens her grip.
"So hard..."
>She naively begins to tug.
"W-what do I do?"
 
A. Put it in her mouth.
B. Start off slow.
C. Abort mission.
 
>You tell her that... just using her hand is fine.
>She awkardly jerks you off.
>Like... she's using your dick as a knife.
>And is attempting to stab your large intestines with it.
"Am I doing it right?"
>Not at all.
>You tell her to keep going. Make her feel like she's doing something right.
>No matter how wrong this feels.
>She changes her grip up a bit, and is just sliding her hand along your dick.
>Y'know... that loose thing that you do with yourself?
>Not really all that stimulating.
>But she's trying.
"T-this isn't hard at all!"
>She's like... doing some weird speeding thing.
>Pretends your dick is a gearshift and she's Vin Diesel.
>And... now she's drawing a circle with your penis.
"This has to feel good."
>N-nope...
"What?"
>It feels grrreat!
>Lies always make everything better.
>inb4 girls never fake pleasure
>But you're never going to frost any flakes at this rate.
>You ask her if she's confident enough...
"For what?"
>Mouth.
 
>She looks worried and bites her lip...
>Before she brings her face closer.
>And opens her mouth.
>And you kinda just did it for her.
>Some muscle spasm in your abs pushed your dick into her mouth.
>And... she's not pulling away?
>Weird.
>Well, at least this is a step up from her hand.
>She's just kinda suckling on the tip.
"Ith thasthes thalty..."
>She used a bit of tooth as she talked.
>And you only cried for 20 minutes.
>You stroke her hair slowly.
>And she pulls off of you, breathing warmly.
"W-what are you doing?"
>No stroking. No love.
>You don't want her to be all up in your shit.
>Clingy bitches.
"How much longer do I have to do this?"
>Until you cum... pretty much.
"Come where?"
>You guide your dick back into her mouth, as she suckles lightly and awkwardly.
>She doesn't use her tongue.
>No dual handmouth action.
>Just kinda... sucking it.
>Literally.
>You ask her if she can deeper.
>She closes her eyes and angles her chin down to attempt to accomodate more of your length.
>She pulls off again, coughing a bit.
"I... almost had it!"
>She takes a deep breath.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie shall not be defeated!"
>That... totally didn't just kill your boner.
>Before you have a chance to contemplate that, she dives back on.
>Just kinda... keeping the whole thing in her mouth.
>You struggle to find a way to give her tips without sounding like you're some kind of gay faggot blowjob expert.
 
>You tell her how... Twilight was better than her at this.
>She pulls off of you.
"Twilight did this with you too?"
>She sounds shocked.
>Yep. She did.
>And it was much better.
>You start describing your movie theater escapade in all of its smutty detail.
>You see her eyes widen... as she attempts to recreate and imitate what you described.
>She's... using her tongue... kinda.
>She looks up at you with those intense eyes.
>A look of determination.
>Not to please you... but to be the very best.
>Like no one ever was.
>To suck you is her real test.
>To drain you is her cause.
>She will lick, across the shaft.
>Jerking on the side.
>You taught this girl to understand
>That semen is inside!
>PENISMON
>It's she and you.
>What the fuck is a Pikachu?
>PENISMON
>Oh, your my best friend
>In her mouth we'll see it end.
>PENISMON
>Suck cock so tru-ue...
>Fellatio is way too cool.
>You taught her and she got you
>SEMENMON
>Gotta suck em all!
>GOTTA SUCK EM ALL!
 
 
>Yeah, so you totally nutted in that bitch's mouth.
>She swallows and gags a bit.
"That was.... eugh.... I'm never doing that again."
>Yeah she will.
>When she meets a guy that she likes a lot.
>A guy worth devoting herself to.
>A guy that she really cares about and wants to please.
>inb4 she's a lesbian.
 
>The rest of the day uneventful.
>Most of it was spent cleaning up your room and studying a bit.
>You watched some shitty anime, or whatever have you.
>But... one thing's on your mind.
>Been bugging you for a while now.
>And... it's... horrible.
>Tomorrow's Monday.
 
Endy day 28.
Day 28 Summary
New phone!
Femanon arc advanced!
Blowjob attained.
Vinyl rapport... um... different.