Title:           CanterU: 40+ Friday
Author:          Kiyo3
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/zuQQNhZs
First Edit:      Sunday 10th of November 2013 06:57:51 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 10th of November 2013 06:57:51 PM CDT

Welcome to CanterU: Soccer Shame+ Edition
 
The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3
Yesterday with posts: >>http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/14310408
 
Femanon...
>You check your phone, rereading the text that has made you smile all through the week.
Anon: That’s a yes in my mind. I’ll see you there.
>You sent a response to him, but he hasn’t responded.
>Goodness, he’s a shitty texter.
>It hasn’t even been delivered, according to the text screen on your phone.
>Fucking douche, he probably just shut off his phone right after.
>Your professors already said that they wouldn’t have class for the first day of Day of the Dead.
>El Dia de los Muertos
>So… yeah.
>You’re going to Parkinglot University, or whatever it’s called...
>Spooky ghosts could be roaming the campus grounds today! You’re not having any of that.
>Two spooky for you.
>Maybe the skeletons were real…
>You shake your head.
>Nope, there’s no way you’re admitting it.
>Anon definitely didn’t get to you last year at Halloween, no way.
>You look at the time.
12:02 AM.
>Fuck, is it really past midnight?
>You put your phone down and fold another shirt. And toss a few socks into your bag.
>With that big party that was held earlier in the week.
>And your Psych midterm was earlier. And the late night cramming…
>You were too busy to even think about packing your bags.
>You weren’t even sure if you were going to go.
>You’re kind of nervous.
>Does he have any new friends? Or maybe even a girlfriend?
>You pause for a moment.
>No way. This is Anonymous we’re talking about.
>He’s not that eager to jump into someone’s pants.
>Is he?
>You flip open your phone cover and drum your fingers on the side.
>Should you even bother texting him? He knows you’re coming.
>Well… he think’s he knows.
>Maybe you shouldn’t even go.
>That’d probably piss him off, and you wouldn’t mind hearing his sad whiny voice over the phone begging you to visit.
>He’s all cutesy when he’s clingy.
>You look at the time again.
12:03 AM.
>Only ten hours and fifty-seven minutes to go.
>Not that you’re counting.
>You hear the tumblers in your locked door click.
>It snaps you out of your daze.
>Your roommate kicks open the door and slams it shut.
>Fuck that’s loud.
“Hey…”
>She walks over to her side of the room and collapses on her bed.
>Sup.
“What’s with the bags? You goin’ somewhere? You’re not going to the away game, are you?”
>You nod and tell her about your visit to Cartesian Plot University.
“Why do you need to bring so much?”
>You blink.
>She stares at you.
“Whatever, forget I asked. My alarm’s set for 7. Hit the lights when you’re done.”
>You nod and give her a good night.
>She covers her head with her pillow.
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Anon...
>You wake up, eager to start the day with new freedom.
>Not that you wanted that freedom.
>Applejack…
>You look at your phone.
>No messages from anyone.
>You should really text more.
>You don’t want to become a recluse like a regular freshman.
>Spike’s tossing and turning next to you.
>Probably still dreaming about Rainbow Dash
>That party was fun.
>You roll over and get your stuff.
>A quick shower, and you’re ready to go.
>It’s the station for the Hype Train out in the lobby.
>Everyone’s talking about tonight.
>You overhear a few tidbits of conversation.
>UCLA’s going down, no class today, got my girlfriend preg-
>No class today?
>You turn and notice Twilight making her way through the crowd, bag hoisted over her shoulder.
>What’s cooking, nerd-looking?
“Hi Anon. I’m just trying to get to bio…”
>What bio?
“What do you mean? There’s no class?"
>Twilight looks at you frowning.
>No class today! It's... some kind of holiday.
>Dia de los Muertos.
>The funny thing here is that Anon’s Mexican. lel
"Then what am I supposed to do today?"
>You don't know.
>Not like you're complaining though.
>Midterms are real stressful, and you could use some time off.
“How could you be thinking about time off? Finals start Tuesday!”
>This bitch.
>She makes your spirit more damp than you’ve ever made her snatch.
>Good thing you haven’t already woken up, gotten dressed and prepared your bag for the day.
>Unlike someone you know.
>What now?
 
A. Study
B. Food
C. Vidya
D. Girls hall.
________________________________________
 
“Fem…”
>Huh? Go away.
>You need your sleep.
”Fem!”
>You feel a pillow hit your back.
>An old alarm clock is ringing.
>You blink.
“You coming or what?”
>You yawn and take a quick look at your phone.
10:45 AM.
>You have a train ticket.
>Cloudchaser sighs and grabs her backpack.
“Fine… I’ll see you at the game.”
>She heads out the door.
>You look out your window and see her heading towards Sunset Boulevard.
>Your bus doesn’t leave for a while.
>You’ll definitely get to the metro before noon.
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>You ask Twilight if you can come into the dorms.
“What for?”
>Gotta see if gamegirl’s ready for game day.
>She walks you over to the girls hall, swiping her ID card into the halls.
>Time to check on Rainbow.
>You knock on the door.
“Oh… Anonymous?”
>Fluttershy?
>Is she still hiding Winona?
“N-no! Why would you accuse me of that?”
>You give her a stare, before asking for Rainbow Dash.
“She’s out practicing.”
>This early?
“It’s 11 AM, Anon.”
>Well, time sure flies when I’m not writing
>Well, what is Fluttershy up to?
“I’m just… studying. Nothing too important.”
 
A. small talk
B. business talk
C. Bidniz talk
D. Go elsewhere
 
>If she’s not hiding Winona now…
>Where is she?
“Hmm? Oh, she’s outside.
>She let her outside?!
“Outside of the closet. She enjoys walking around the room.”
>Dammit Fluttershy.
>She’s gotta be so literal...
>Need you remind her that Fluttershy could get kicked out for having a pet.
“Oh… Shining Armor would’ve kicked me out?”
>That hasn’t been made clear? Or did she just forget.
>Fluttershy’s such a dolt.
>Moe dolt.
>Your phone vibrates.
>Maybe later, you’ve got bigger fish to fry.
>You reassure Fluttershy that there’s a difference between caring for someone and smothering them.
>Just ask Twilight.
“Y-yeah… I suppose you’re right.”
>She goes back to studying.
 
A. Food
B. Study
C. Vidya
________________________________________
 
>You shouldn’t have woken up this early.
>You suppose you could go get breakfast.
>But you don’t want to get up.
>You bury yourself in your covers, and roll around on the bed.
>You know you have to get u-OH FUCK!
>Thud.
>OW!
>You pick yourself up, wrapped in the cocoon of your blankets.
>And roll your way over to the dresser.
>Shower time.
>You pry your hands from the blanket shackles and dig around for some clean clothes.
>Shirt.
>Shirt.
>Shit, you didn’t do laundry this week, did you?
>You rummage around and find a shirt.
>You realize it’s Anon’s old shirt from high school.
>From prom night actually.
>It’s like three sizes too big for you.
>You let out a small laugh.
>Prom night.
>The memories are flooding back to you.
>You hug it for a few seconds before finding your towel.
>Ah… there it is.
>Fuzzy.
>Hey, where’d you put that strawberry shampoo?
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>Finals start Tuesday…
>Even if you don’t have class, you still gotta know things.
>Like, Art History.
>Because art can save the world.
>You don’t have any classes with the doormat, so…
>Later Flutters.
“Bye Ano-”
>That face full of door really helps end a conversation well.
>You take off, pulling out your phone.
11:58 AM.
>The game doesn’t start till 4.
>Fem texted you?
Femanon: See you around 12:30.
>It’s… noon.
>You head into Rarity’s room.
>Twilight’s reading a book, while Rarity’s at her desk drawing.
>Most likely drawing.
>Maybe she got that job at the studio…
“Hey Anon. Enjoying your day off?”
“Anonymous is here?”
>Rarity swivels in her chair.
>All she needs is a white cat…
>You were hoping you could study some physics.
>Finals start Tuesday.
>Twilight smiles and drags out a few textbooks from her bag.
>Lol, did you even buy your own?
“I’m glad you came. Let’s get started.”
>You sit down next to Twilight on the bed.
>Wait a second, Twilight.
>The vibes call you forth.
Femanon: Shit, something came up. I can’t make it.
>That’s.. upsetting.
>You were looking foward to seeing her…
>Dammit, Femanon.
>Toying with your emotions once again!
>But hey, you’re in a dorm room with two moderate-to-severely attractive women.
>This can’t go wrong.
 
A. Business
B. Bizness
C. Study
D. Leave
________________________________________
 
>Showers are nice.
>It makes you wanna whip your hair back and forth so you can capture the scent of strawberries.
>You get dressed and slip your MacBook into your backpack.
11:38.
>Plenty of time.
>You flip your phone out and text Anon.
>See you around 12:30.
>You kick your suitcase onto its wheels and head out the door.
>A quick bus hop and you’re on the metro.
>Train should leave soon.
>Train ride should take only about 30 minutes.
>What time is it now?
“The train is now departing to… (REDACTED).
>Oh. Noon already?
>You’re almost there...
>You quickly tap a text out.
>Shit, something came up. I can’t make it.
>This oughta be good.
>He won’t even know you’re coming.
>You try combing your hair in the meantime.
>Your hair is still wet, so your fingers slide through the tangles easily.
>Sweetness.
 
>You step off the train.
>Train ride was pretty uneventful, and the bus ride to the university shouldn't be special either.
>At least you’re ahead of schedule.
>You see a girl with pink hair, straight as a sapling.
>She’s staring at a brick wall, while passerbies… pass her by.
>Should… you… maybe?
>You clear your throat and approach her.
>Is she okay?
>She turns at looks at you.
“I don’t know… I’m kinda stuck here.”
>Stuck?
“I have to go to Canterlot University, but I don’t have any money. And my phone is DEAD.”
>Canterlot?
>You’re headed there right now.
“You are? How? There’s no bus service out here to the university… and there’s only one taxi service in town, and they’re booked for the game later today.”
>You blink.
>Really?
>Oh…
>Well…. you’re out of ideas…
>Maybe you should text Anon?
>Or call him?
>Yeah… you’d like to hear his voice today.
>You pull out your phone.
>It’s ringing, you tell the pinkhaired girl… what’s her name?
>”Anon help, I think I got off the wrong stop on the metro and I'm lost and I can't…”
>Sniffle once. Augh… damn cold.
>Your phone starts vibrating.
>Huh?
>You look at it.
>Battery’s dead.
“Wait… do you-...”
>She shuffles around a bit.
>Do you what…?
“You know Nonny?”
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>Twilight opens her book.
>You follow suit.
>What you don’t follow is all of her science jargon.
>Seriously, she understands what Prof. Neigh says in class?
“Of course. He’s an amazing professor.”
>Better than Celestia?
“Of course not!”
>Dat blush tells all.
“Really, Anon, I don’t like Celestia like that.”
>Why doesn’t she prove it then?
“Prove what?”
>Twilight likes proofs, right?
>You failed high school geometry, but this should be a breeze for her.
“W-what do you want me to do?”
>Does she remember the other day…
>When you leaned in…
>And…
“Wait, Anon. What about Applejack?”
>You and AJ have an… understanding…
>Rarity makes a quick motion.
>She’s probably not listening.
“Anon, are you saying that…”
>Shh.. girl…
>You lean in again.
>Twilight closes her eyes an-
*RING!*
>Twilight jumps a few feet.
“I… um… sorry Anon.”
>No problem.
>You pick up your phone.
>It’s… Femmy?
"Anon help, I think I got off the wrong stop on the metro and I'm lost and I can't…”
>Is she… crying?
 
A. Go get Femanon
B. Stay
C. Go to the game early
 
>You grab your stuff and run out.
“But Anon, what about studying?”
>As if you were about to get any studying done.
>Later girls.
>You’re gonna need a ride to the train station.
>How far is it again…
>Near the hospital, probably.
>Maybe… you can trust a doctor just this once.
>You head to your Psych class.
>Knock knock.
“Come in.”
>Discord, you need a fav-
“Oh, Anon. Good to see you! Here’s your pay for helping out yesterday.”
>He hands you a small envelope.
>That’s nice, but you still need a favor.
“What do you need?”
>A ride.
>An old friend is in trouble.
“Really? Sounds exciting. Let’s go then.”
 
>A few minutes later, you find yourself at the train station.
“I’ll be right here. Hurry and get your friend.”
>Sure thing, Professor D.
“That’s ‘Doctor’ D, to you!”
>He has a Ph.D?
>That’s the first time you’ve heard of it.
>You grab your wallet and make your way through the station.
>Any altercation can be solved by giving your opponent your money.
>Life lessons.
>You look around the platform.
>Is that…
>Femanon?
>She looks… good.
>Tanned.
>And more importantly safe- who’s that talking to her?
>She seems… familiar?
>Pink hair, straight as a pencil.
>Kind of thin.
>A little tired looking too.
>Her eyes suddenly snap towards you.
>Holy fuck...
________________________________________
 
“Nonny’s here.”
>The girl says quietly.
>You blink.
>Well that was fast.
>She knows Anon, huh?
>That’s… serendipitous.
>Does she still need a ride to- wait, of course she does.
>You grab her hand and drag her along towards him.
>Hey you!
“Are you alright?”
>You nod.
>But he’s not looking at you.
“Pinkie? Are you alright? What are you doing here?”
>Pinkie tilts her head slightly towards Anon.
”I’m fine. The hospital is just down the road, so I was going to hitch hike.”
________________________________________
 
>You still can’t believe Pinkie’s actually here.
>At the train station, of all places…
“Hey, Anon! It’s me!”
>You turn and look at Femanon.
>Sorry.
>You were a bit preoccupied with shock and awe.
>Pinkie looks so… different…
“Do you know her? She said she’s going back to CU.”
>Pinkie’s coming back now?
“The doctor said it was okay…”
>Her eyes are a little sunken.
>And her usually vibrant hair is darker…
>That one doctor clearly doesn’t know best.
>Good thing you have one waiting outside in the car that can give a second opinion.
>You take the girls hands and lead them back out to the parking lot.
“There you are, Anon. Who’re your frien-”
>Prof- Dr. D’s eyes flick toward Pinkie.
“Pinkie Pie? Are you sure you’re allowed out?”
>Pinkie shifts a little.
“Yes…”
>Discord shrugs and opens the car door.
>He might be comfortable with Pinkie, but you’re a little unsettled…
>And Femanon seems like she’s trying to understand this whole thing.
>You help Pinkie sit in the passenger seat, and take the back with Fem.
>She throws a suitcase in your face.
“Oh… sorry.”
 
“Pinkie Pie!”
>Twilight wraps her arms around Pinkie.
“I’m so glad you’re back!”
>The rest of your gang surrounds your long lost friend.
>Rarity eyes Pinkie’s head.
“I love what you’ve done with your hair, darling!”
>Pinkie just nods her head slowly.
>Applejack turns to you.
“Er, Anon. Is she okay?”
>You… think so…?
>Hey, the important thing is, Pinkie’s back.
>She mumbles something indiscript.
“Er, what was that ya said?”
“Pin….na”
>What’s a Pinna?
“My name… it’s not Pinkie… it’s… Pin… Pinkamena…”
>That’s… nice…?
>The rest of the group starts bombarding with her questions.
>You look over to the far wall.
>Femmy is leaning against the wall.
>Nonchalant is the new black
 
A. Talk to Femanon
B. Get reacquainted with Pinkie
C. Go to the game early.
 
>You break free from the group and walk over to Femmy.
>You were pretty sure she wasn’t coming.
“I did say I was lost.”
>Doesn’t cut it.
“I wanted to surprise you. But then Pinkie told me there wasn’t a shuttle from the station to the school, which by the way how have you been living without public transportation? Holy crap…”
>You have your professors drive you around.
>Namely, a certain “doctor.”
>Femmy just shakes her head.
“That’s fun I guess... I’m not surprised you have the teachers in your pocket already.”
>Yep.
>You’re a regular Van Wilder.
>Or Ferris Bueller.
>Whoever was the cooler one.
>She looks at your friend group.
>Your gal pals.
“Got any male friends? Or are you coming out of the closet this semester?”
>For her information, you have a girlfriend...
“Relax. I’m joking.”
>She looks at Applejack.
“She’s the new girlfriend, isn’t she?”
>You look over at Applejack too.
>Er… yes… sorta.
“Sorta? What kind of answer is that?”
>You’re not really… together anymore.
“Why not?”
>It’s complicated.
>The story involves apples, banks, and tradition.
>And a Fiddler on the Roof.
>How’d she guess Applejack, anyway?
“Because she keeps looking at you…”
>Really?
>You watch Applejack.
>Her gaze meets yours, but she quickly turns back to Pinkie.
>What you decided yesterday…
>That definitely wasn’t a mistake, right?
“Who’s the Pinkie girl? She looks… I’m not going to finish that sentence.”
>You turn your gaze towards Pinkie.
>She looks…
>Er… right…
>Hey, at least she’s back.
“What’s her story, anyway? She went out of town for a trip or something?”
>Trips to the hospital are never fun…
>Femmy’s eyes widen.
“She was in the hospital? Why?”
>It’s a long story.
________________________________________
 
>You have time.
>Anon sighs.
“Fine.”
>Who is Pinkie?
“Oh, you know… just some girl that’s generally fun all around. She wanted to join a sorority, who then sold her to their drug dealer Blueblood who tried to rape her…”
>Blue blood?
“Actually it was more Red Blood, but you know.”
>What?
>”I stopped him by stabbing him in the leg… yep.”
>You blink.
>Again.
>One more.
>You shake your head.
>And here you thought your college stories were nuts.
>You look at Pinkie.
>Is she going to be okay?
>Anon nods hesitantly.
>He doesn’t look too sure of himself.
>Just… keep an eye out for her okay? Who knows, she might need a knight in shining armor again…
>…
>Speaking of which…
>You rummage through your suitcase and toss him his shirt.
>Giving that back to ya.
“Uh, why?”
>You stare at him.
“Okay. Er... thanks.”
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>You take the shirt and stuff it into your bag.
>You thought she loved that shirt.
>You thought… Femmy loved you…
“W-what?”
>Just kidding.
>You dodge the suitcase to the face.
>So, is she staying the weekend?
“I don’t think so. I’ve gotta get all my stuff together for finals, y’know?”
>You know that feel.
“No you don’t!”
>Twilight?
>Fuck off girl.
 
A. Food
B. Go to the game early
C. Study
 
>Your stomach growls.
>The hunger… it calls to you.
>Is Femmy hungry?
“A little bit. I spent most of my cash on the ride here though…”
>Guess you’re buying lunch.
>Hey gang, food?
>They all shout various noises of agreement.
“Hey, a little help, maybe?”
>Oh, right.
>Femmy’s suitcase.
>You should take it…
>But it wouldn’t be funny that way.
“Anon…”
>Alright, you’ll take it.
>You grab the handle and start walking with the rest of the gang.
 
>The rest of the gang finds a table while you grab some food.
>You hope they’ll like bananas…
>You take a seat next to Femanon while the others start digging in.
“Couldn’t ya git anythin’ besides bananas?”
>You could, but apple pie wasn’t available.
>Applejack pinks.
>Oh, the slices of pie you had…
>FULL RELAPSE
>JACKSON 5
>OH BABY GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE
>Ahem…
>Fem’s looking around the dining hall, smiling like a goof.
>Everyone else is nomming.
 
A. Pinkie
B. Femanon
C. Applejack
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>Wow, this place has really high ceilings.
>And elaborate architecture too.
“You look happy.”
>It’s a nice change of scenery.
>The girl with the purple hair speaks up.
“Probably could say the same for Pinkie Pie too…now that she’s back in our company.”
>Pinkamena looks up. She doesn’t look great.
>Anon looks a bit… worried…
>It’s nice to see that he cares about her.
“Are you okay, Pinkie?”
>She nods.
>You’ve known her for a grand total of, what, 50 minutes?
>There’s no way she’s okay. Doesn’t take a doctor to see that.
>She clears her throat and quietly speaks.
“I’m fine… there’s no need to worry.”
 
A. Worry about her
B. Let it go.
C. Talk to Anon.
________________________________________
 
“Are you sure?”
>Fem puts her fork down. This is real right now.
>The rest of the group looks at Fem.
>And it’s safe to say you give the same look too.
>Femanon was always pretty empathetic, but…
>She doesn’t even know this girl. Where is this even coming from.
“Don’t get me wrong, but she doesn’t look too great.”
>Well… this obviously hasn’t been the best that you’ve seen Pinkie… but it’s certainly not her worst.
>Pinkie looks away.
>Begging for more drugs and sex… now that was horrible.
>You clench your fist and look away.
“I told you… I’m fine…”
>Pinkie’s almost at a whisper, when she takes a sip from her drink.
>The rest of lunch goes by… solemnly.
 
>Lunch ends shortly after. Finally out of that menagerie of blegh.
>Goodness, doesn’t it feel great to be outside?
>It’s a wonderful Autumn day.
>Pinkie smiles faintly… and simply nods.
>Well shit, there goes the happy.
>Wonder if she’ll ever cheer up again.
>Femanon follows behind you…
“So… what now?”
>As they used to say at the start of X-play.
>It’s game time.
>Twilight veers off.
“I have to study… I’m still not sure about the whole kinematics examples our professor gave us.”
>Yeah, you know some of those words too.
“I also have to leave you all. Project’s not going to finish itself! It was a pleasure meeting you, Femanonymous.”
>Rarity shakes Femanon’s hand and follows Twilight.
>So… that leaves Applejack.
>Hopefully your relationship isn’t as Rocky as Philadelphia was in the 80s.
“Ah think ah might be heading off myself…”
>Nope, it’s about as Rocky as Ivan Drago himself.
>Nothing more fun than watching a soccer game with your old high school friend.
>implying she wants to watch it too.
>Applejack takes a step away.
 
A. Ask AJ to stay
B. Let her go
C. Femanon
 
>Wait, Applejack.
>AJ turns around, looking a little… awkward.
>Seeing you with Femmy must be really hard on her.
>Especially after last night.
>Wait, she doesn’t know Femmy’s your ex, right?
>Woman's intuition, probably.
“What do ya need?”
>It’s not really a need.
>More like a want.
>You want Applejack to come to the game with you and Femmy.
>Applejack looks at you, then to Fem, then back again.
“Ah… Ah’ll come later. How’s that?”
>That sounds good.
>You say goodbye to Applejack and lead Femmy outside.
>There’s a small crowd already gathering outside.
>The UCLA side is totally packed.
>Some schools actually have school spirit.
>Go figure.
>You and Femmy take a seat on the CU side.
>Rainbow’s shooting goals against the goalie.
>She’s looking good out there.
>The clock reads 3:38. Still some time to squeeze before kickoff.
 
A. Femanon
B. Get snacks
C. Go down to the field
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“So, what’s new at UCLA?”
>Not much.
>You’re not exactly in the mood for talking about your college experiences.
>Besides, he seems to be having a lot of fun, especially with all of these girls hanging around him.
>Has he been sleeping around?
“Not really. Applejack was really the only one...”
>Right.
>Applejack...
>You resist the urge to ask him about her.
>His love affairs aren’t your business anymore...
>Anon’s gaze turns back to the field.
>Gotta save this conversation...
>Any other friends you should know about?
“A lot of them.”
>Oh god, he’s outperforming you.
>The crowd begins to cheer, and Anon puts your shit down and brings his attention to the game.
>Never thought you’d see him with this much school spirit.
>Fight songs play. You droop your head during CU’s… and you lazily mouth the words to UCLA’s.
>You watch as your soccer team files out to the field.
>There’s Cloudchaser.
>She’s starting?
>You feel bad for having not gone to any of her games. You barely follow soccer as it is.
>You see a girl that looks practically identical to her, save for her hair tied up in a pink bow.
>The hell?
>You’re eyes are fucked up aren’t they?
>You can make out a few letters on her jersey.
>Flint… Flickr?
>Flitter. Flitter?
>Are they related? Cloudchaser never told you she had a sister.
>Maybe you’re just a bad roommate.
>And… kickoff. Woo.
>The game’s exciting to watch for [ this much ]
>And there goes the excitement.
>Anon falls back into his chair, equally unenthused, starting on that pretzel dog.
>After a bite, he smiles…
>Shit, it’s infectious.
>You smile back at him.
“What?”
 
A. small talk
B. business talk
C. Bidnis talk
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>So, how are the boys at UCLA?
>The definitely don't have the Anon Fire.
>That's crucial to the development of a young woman.
“I’ll try not to gag.”
>She fails.
>Honestly though, it’s good to see Femmy again.
>She looks pretty good.
“Um, thanks…?”
>It was a compliment, silly.
“I know…”
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>He’s so… nice now.
>And all those friends…
>How did he do it?
“I guess i’m just a likeable kind of guy.”
>Yeah, just like Vader.
>He laughs and turns back to the game.
>Dammit Jim, you’re losing him.
>There’s one thing you want to ask him…
>But you’re not sure if it’s okay…
“Ask away. I’ve got no secrets.”
>Well, since he’s okay with it…
>What’s up with him and Applejack?
>Anon just leans back on the bleachers.
“I… We’ve been dating for a while.”
>You could’ve guessed that.
>But what’s with the obvious tension?
“We’re not… as of yesterday, at least… not ‘together’ anymore.”
>Like, an open relationship?
>Anon nods.
“There’s just a lot going on in her life right now. It’s better this way.”
>You turns back to the game.
>As if you couldn’t see through his lies.
>But he sounds considerate.
>He’s changed a lot…
>So, this open relationship…
>How does it work, exactly?
“I’m not really sure. I guess I can start sleeping around now.”
>That doesn’t surprise you at all.
>As if he coul-
>Well, with all of those girls…
>You shake the thought out of your head.
>You’re not… jealous, right?
>Of course not.
>You could have a man, if you didn’t have to study all the time…
“Jealous?”
>No!
>You shift through your suitcase.
>You’re not gonna let him get to you. You’re not gonna let him get to you…
>You watch one of the CU players push the ball up the sideline, outplaying one defender before losing the ball.
>Anon gets on his phone.
“Hey, Octavia? You coming to the game?”
>Octavia?
>Holy Roman Empire, Batman.
“Oh… well there’s someone here I want you to- Huh? Oh… y-yeah… I see her.”
>He’s waving again.
>A girl with bright blue hair approaches him.
“Heya dude. This your latest girlfriend?”
>Pow, keywords.
>Girlfriend?
>Latest?
>You weren’t… I mean you did date, but-...
“She’s my best friend from high school.”
>His words cut into you.
>Yeah… best friend.
>You shrug it off.
>You offer your hand and introduce yourself.
>Femanon.
“Vinyl Scratch. DJ Extraordinaire!”
“What’s the score?”
“Still a couple of goose eggs. Dash doesn’t wanna turn it on yet.”
>Corner kick for CU.
>They take it short, and swing it around the box, setting up for an easy slot into the right net.
>Anon stands up and cheers.
“Nice!”
>Vinyl and Anon high five each other.
>Cloudchaser and Flitter both call out to the goalie.
>Poor Blossomforth.
>You feel kinda bad for her.
>And the ref blows a whistle. Halftime?
“I gotta get back to work. I’m inspired now. Nice meeting you, Fem.”
>Yep.
>How long is half time?
 
A. Stay on the field
B. Get food
C. Drop off your bags
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>Fem looks hungry.
>You put your weiner in her face.
>She declines politely.
“Anon?”
>You turn to her…
“Do me a favor and get some food? Real food?”
>Bananas ain’t gonna cut it.
>You sigh as you stand back up… you owe her.
“Thanks!”
>You go out to wait in line at the concession stand.
>And who do you run into?
>Um…. uh…
>Oh, yeah! Lyra!
“Hey Anon! How’s it going?”
>You’re good.
>Just getting reacquainted with old friends.
“Old friends, eh?”
>Lyra nudges you in the ribs.
>God, that hurts…
“Where is she?”
>”She?”
>How does Lyra know...
>You’re just… you’re just getting Femmy some food.
 
>You return with a burger in hand.
>Now the other hand.
>And back to the original hand.
>It’s warm so you’re kinda just juggling it to disperse the heat.
>Hopefully you don’t drop it.
>Fem laughs at you.
>She grabs the burger from you and places flattened palms on both sides of the wrapper.
>And holds them there.
“Get on my level.”
>She takes a large bite.
>Game’s back on.
>A tie game?
>Dash hasn’t really made too big of an impact either.
 
A. small talk
B. business talk
C. bidness talk
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>You watch the second half unfold.
>87 minutes in.
>You watch as that rainbow girl streaks up the field, calling for the ball.
>Anon jumps to his feet.
“Come on Rainbow!”
>Anon?
>When did he become so… enthusiastic?
>Wait, you already know.
>After prom night he became a…. what was that term they used in high school?
>Alphamale?
“You’re thinking too hard.”
>Huh?
>“It’s showing on your face.”
>He sits back down next to you handing you some cheese fries.
>His hand is outstretched.
“Pay me back at least half?”
>You sigh.
>How much was it?
“Thirteen fifty.”
>What? That’s robbery!
>The highway kind…
>You dig through your bag for your wallet-why is he shoving a fry in your face-...
>You chomp on his finger.
>No reaction.
>Doesn’t this hurt?
>He’s just leaving it in your mouth.
>Oh god.
>He’s so not doing this to you.
“Not doing what?”
>... you didn’t say that out loud.
>You spit his finger out.
>He gives you a weird look and starts poking your side.
>You jerk away from him.
>Cut that out.
>He knows you’re ticklish.
“Exactly.”
>His hands start doing some weird motions.
>Seriously, cut it o-OUT!
“As if you’re not enjoying this.”
>You’re definitely not.
“Can’t look me in the eye and say that?”
>Dammit.
>He grabs your hand and makes a break for the exit.
>What about the game?
“It’s soccer. It lasts a while.”
>Hey is that Applejack?
“Oh, howdy Anon. Leavin’ early?”
“Just showing Femmy around.”
>You lock eyes with Applejack.
>What’s Anon playing at…?
 
 
A. Applejack
B. Anon
C. The game
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>Applejack.
>Of course she comes, just as you’re trying to-
>Wait, what are you doing?
>Oh, right.
>Showing Femmy around.
>You pretend not to notice the two girls staring each other down.
>It’s not like you’re doing anything with Femmy…
>And it’s not like you and Applejack are together anymore.
>Whatever your relationship is now…
>Femmy lets go of your hand.
“You should go back to the game. I can look around by myself.”
>You forgot that she was a strong independent black woman who ain’t need no man.
>Is she sure?
>You watch her look at Applejack, then back at you.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”
>Femmy lifts up her suitcase.
>Lol, she’s still carrying that thing?
“I gotta find a place to put this, anyway. Have fun at the game.”
>She waves and runs off somewhere.
>Applejack moves a little closer.
“She’s a mighty fine gal, ain’t she?”
>She’s alright.
>A little different from when you last saw her…
“Who is she anyway? Ya never intr’duced me formally.”
>Femmy?
>She’s your… er… Ex-girlfriend...
>Applejack gives you a look.
>What?
>You did say “Ex”
“Ah know that… Ah just thought…”
>What, was she worried?
“Ah… Ah guess so…”
>Really?
>Like, jealous?
>You’ve never had a girl jealous over you before…
>It feels… right.
>Applejack doesn’t have to worry though.
>It’s not like you and Femmy…
 
>You take a seat next to Applejack.
>Vinyl is conveniently nearby.
>You miss anything?
“The game’s in overtime! There’s a penalty shootout now!”
>The referee blows a whistle.
>Only one thing to do...
>You slowly start to chant Rainbow’s name.
>She’s taking the kick, right?
>Vinyl follows your lead, arms flailing wildly.
>The players haven’t even done anything yet…
>Applejack takes your hand and pumps the other.
>Pretty soon, the whole CU side of the stadium is cheering her name.
>The two teams line up.
>The ref flips a coin.
>UCLA kicks first.
>Flitter is up.
>She kicks the ball to the left side of the net, just beyond the goalie’s reach.
>CU’s turn.
>The kicker hits the ball high.
>One player tries to block the ball with her hands.
>It grazes the top of her fingertips and falls into the net.
>One to one.
>Cloudchaser is up.
>She drives the ball into the net with ease.
>The goalie dove in the opposite direction.
>Two to one.
>CU kicker does the exact same thing as the one before.
>UCLA’s section is groaning.
>It’s three to three
>Your excitement is filling the air.
>It’s contagious.
>Applejack’s hand is cutting the blood flow of your arm.
>Vinyl’s gone totally crazy.
>C’mon, Rainbow…
>She’s up next.
>You see her take her place, setting the ball down.
>You close your eyes…
>Rainbow’s prepping the ball…
>You open your eyes.
>What was once Rainbow Dash is now a pile of laughing and cheering jerseys.
>CU… CU won?
“Yeah! We won!”
>Vinyl jumps up and down.
>Applejack brings you in for a kiss.
>This is so awesome!
>You look down at the field, a growing mass of people and energy.
 
A. Go down to the field
B. Find Femmy
C. Applejack
 
>You watch as the bleachers around you start to empty.
>They’re all rushing towards the field, ready to parade their team.
>Why not join them?
>Applejack follows closely behind as you rush forward.
>You run up to field level.
>Gotta let your bro know how much hypes you have.
>All 7 hypes.
>Now you can wish for your best friend to come back to life.
>Shenlong pls.
>She comes running to the sideline, makes eye contact with you.
“Anon! Did you see that?”
>She’s yelling.
>You open up the hug gates.
>Bracing yourself for something real sweaty.
>And her team takes her away…
“Oh! Sorry dude! I’ll see you later!”
>Right… team first.
>tfw you remember the bonds and love you used to have for your team
>implying you’ve been on a team
>Dash and the goalie are getting appreciated so hard.
>Damn, what you would pay to be in that dogpile.
>Naked.
>You turn back around and see Fem, just chilling on the bench.
>Didn’t she leave to go exploring?
>Must be irked that UCLA got beat… by a Div 2 school.
 
>You head back up to her.
>What’s she doing back here?
“There’s not much to do when everyone’s out here.”
>True.
>So… um...
>Dorms?
“Dorms.”
>The walk over there is pretty quiet.
>You feel like you’ve caught up already…
>But you feel like you’re missing or forgetting something.
>Something you need to say or do...
>You swipe your card into the lobby, and keep the door open for Fem.
 
A. Find your friends
B. Hang with Femmy
C. Get more food
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>Anon’s so different now.
>Almost better than when you were last with him.
>Almost likeable...
>So many friends.
>What the hell happened to you.
>You bite your lip.
>You want to ask him something.
>It’s stuck in your throat.
>But you can’t bring yourself to say it.
>He’s happy, and he’s probably not all that concerned about you.
>It’s just…
>He’s your friend.
>A part of you still wishes you were in summer.
>Where you two were more than that.
>You let out a quiet, dejected sigh.
>He doesn’t need to know that.
>And it doesn’t really matter.
>It’s just romance.
>You’ll get over him. Eventually.
>He is, and always will be your friend.
>And you’re not going to cause any drama or cockblock him.
>He’d do the same to you.
>He did the same to you, actually.
>He leads you to a door and opens it for you.
>You give him a nod of thanks.
>He closes the door behind him.
>Uh, what’s he doing?
“This is my dorm, you know?”
>Right.
>You put your suitcase down on his bed.
“Hey Anon.”
>You hear a voice from out of nowhere.
“How was the game?”
“It was fun. You should’ve gone.”
>Where- who is that?
>The chair at the corner desk swivels around.
>It’s a short guy with greenish hair.
“Fem, meet my roommate, Spike. He’s cool.”
>Uh, sure.
>The two of them make idle conversation while you look around.
>It’s surprisingly neat, for Anon.
>Totally not like his room back home.
>Or his bed…
>He really has changed.
“I’ll see you later, Anon. Gotta meet Twilight for something.”
>Spike gets his stuff and heads on out.
>What, no “nice to meet you”?
>Some friends.
“They’re pretty nice.”
>Sure.
 
A. Buziness
B. Bizness
C. Leave
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>Your friends are nice, but you should really catch up with Femmy.
>Who knows if you’ll have a chance to see her again.
>You scooch a little closer.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
>Getting comfortable.
>It is your bed, after all.
“Right.”
>Femmy doesn’t move away.
>She’s just sitting there.
>How do you twiddle a thumb anyway?
“So, anything you wanna do? Talk about? It’s been a while.”
>Well, you pretty much told her the entire epic volume of your college life.
>Battling evil sororities, changing relationships for the better[?]...
>The usual.
“Still don’t know how you pulled off that last one.”
>Applejack’s understanding.
>She shakes her head.
“Applejack didn’t look very happy, idiot.”
>She looked fine to you.
“Whatever.”
>She starts unzipping her suitcase.
“Where’re the showers? I feel all disgusting right now.”
>You point her in the the right direction.
>You’ve never steered her wrong before.
“Thanks.”
>Wait… this is the boy’s dorm.
>Femmy’s adaptable...
>But not that adaptable.
>You should probably go and tell her.
>You open the shower room door slowly.
>The sound of rushing water…
>Hopefully she hasn’t been caught yet.
>Then again, you’d probably have seen some guys running out of there, so…
>You take a peek inside.
>Femanon had to take the closest shower head.
>She looks… hella nice.
>Dat California sun.
>She puts down her shampoo and soap on the tray and runs her hands through the water.
>That bottle looks like the old one she used to use.
>The strawberry scented shampoo.
>You’re strictly a banana man, but… fuck…
>It’s like she’s trying to tempt you.
>You know she wants it.
Blurred Lines
>Wait, what about-
>About Applejack?
>Your relationship with her is… over…
>Right?
>Whatever it, one word stands out.
>Open.
>So maybe you should be taking advantage of the situation…
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>Holy fuck, it’s freezing in here.
>You turn on a few more shower heads to get some heat circulating.
>Your clothes are folded on top a locker just outside the showers.
>Why are all the stalls so… open?
>Whatever.
>You stick your hand in a stream of water.
>It’s warm.
>But not hot enough for you yet.
>You wait for a minute.
>Damn.
>You feel kind of… depressed.
>Anon’s… doing well. Leaving you behind.
>Not that it matters, you already decided you weren’t going to do anything with him.
>Besides, he’s getting plenty of attention from all of those girls.
>And Applejack seems to really like him as well.
>You lather some shampoo into your hair.
>Everything seems to revolve around him.
>You close your eyes and let water wash away the scented suds.
>At least he isn’t trying to sneak into the shower room.
>You double checked that the door was locked.
>Unless he learned how to pick locks, there’s no way he’s going to just-
“Hey.”
>What the?!
>You feel a hand reach over from behind and clamp down on your mouth.
“Don’t scream. It’s just me.”
>Anon?
>Fuck man…
>Your heart is pounding so hard right now.
>You pull his hand away from your face.
>He rests both his arms against your shoulders.
>How did he-
“Door was open.”
>But you locked it. You made sure you locked it.
“Yeah, the boys’ shower door doesn’t lock unless there’s a lot of steam.”
>Steam?
>Wait wait wait… boys’ shower room?
>Fuck.
“You look nice.”
 
>Huh?
>Whoa there cowboy.
>You pull your arms close to your chest defensively.
>Anon, don’t get any funny-
“You smell nice too.”
>Wha?
“Strawberries, right?”
>He spins you around and plants a kiss on your cheek.
>You’re struggling to keep your lips from meeting his.
>He’s into other girls now.
>Besides, you both agreed to see other people.
>You know, like Applejack...
>You’re not sure you want to-
“For old times’ sake.”
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>Femmy...
>You look into her eyes.
>Maybe you can convince her with your puppy pout.
>If that doesn’t work...
>You go in for the kiss.
>She’s not resisting.
>She’s actually doing about 20%.
>Her lips are sweet.
>Wrapping around yours so naturally.
>You wrap your arm around her neck.
>Free hand goes for her breasts.
>You missed that.
 
A. Keep going
B. Calm down
C. End it
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>God.
>You want to scream.
>You’re losing your mind right now.
>This is exactly the type of thing you were trying to get away from.
>The feeling of water spraying against your back while Anon’s lips gently tug yours.
>You pull away from his face, gasping for air.
>Anon…
>You let out a soft sigh.
>Anon grabs you and slides you up against the stall door.
>His hands slide down your wet body.
>He gives your side a poke.
>Hey!
>Really?
“I’m just fucking with ya.”
>He repositions himself, grabbing your legs.
>Whoaa!
>Your hands grab for the top of the stall door for support.
>This is... new?
>He smirks and pries your legs apart.
>Wait, Anon...
>You try to pull away from him, but your body is pinned.
>You don’t want to deny him.
>It’s Anon.
>He knows you so well.
>Even if it breaks all the rules you set before you left...
>You’ll do it.
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>Fem?
>She nods her head by millimeters.
>If you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have noticed.
>One of her hands shifts over to your shoulder.
“... Anon.”
>She’s being so forward…
>Hey, you’re a gentleman.
>You give the lady what she wants.
>Her whimpering gets you going a little more.
>Is it possible to get even harder?
“A-Anon… Just…”
>Put it in?
>That’s what you came for.
>You grab her hips and thrust.
>Luckily she was holding onto door…
>Let’s be cliche
>You take it slow at first.
>She seems… tighter?
>Those UCLA guys must be either really small, or just scared of Femmy.
“S-Shut up…”
>You shift around a bit, your hand against the door near the crook of her neck.
>You lean forward and nibble her ear.
>Strawberry bubbles-
>That was… weird. Didn’t taste like any fruit you’ve ever tried.
>Nope, tastes like rose petals.
>Like bitter, soapy, salty... rose petals.
SB: I actually taste-tested that for you guys… just saiyan.
>At least it’s non toxic.
>You shake away your knowledge of botany and look back at Femmy.
“C-Can we switch?”
>You live to serve.
>You hoist her up and turn 180.
>With the door to your back, you push in once again.
>She takes one hand and reaches for yours.
>Hopefully the other one can take it.
>You lock fingers as she picks up the pace.
>There’s no stopping this train.
>This could be more comfortable, but Femmy’s into it now.
>You take your free hand and start rubbing her clit.
>Buck wild, man.
“Anon!”
>Her cry is enough to bring you to a close.
>You pull out and cum on her chest.
>The shower water washes away the fruit of your labor just as fast as you put it on…
>Femmy steps down and leans against the door.
>The two of you stand there, catching your breath.
>You look at her.
“What?”
>You give her another kiss.
>It’s… nothing…
>The shower head continues spraying over both of you.
“Hey.”
>Hmm?
"Should I stay the weekend? I don't wanna... impose."
>A little late for that.
 
A. Ask her to stay.
B. Give her a goodbye hug.
C. Other
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>Anon scoops you into hug.
>Arms wrapping around you tight.
>Goodbye tight.
>Same type he gave you before leaving for CU.
>You know what that means.
>You’re a little hurt that he doesn’t want you to stay, but can you blame him?
>He has a whole new life here at CU.
>Friends, cool professors, a girlfriend who still loves him.
>Hopefully you didn’t mess that up…
>But, hey, at least you got to be with him one last time.
>Even if you… fuck, your feelings are a mess right now.
>But he doesn’t need to know that.
>You shouldn’t screw his love life here…
>You return the hug.
>You hear a squeaking sound from behind you.
>And feel a cold downpour crash across your back like a blizzard’s wind.
>Asshole!
>Don’t ruin the moment
“Too late.”
>He glides away, out the shower room.
>Dick.
>You get your stuff and follow Anon’s trail back to his room, towel tight around your body.
“Need any help packing?”
>He sounds so eager to get you to leave.
>He busy with Applejack later or something?
>You turn to look at his face.
>You expected some look of regret, or remorse.
>Instead, he’s smirking.
>What’s so funny?
“Nothing, nothing.”
>He sits down on the bed.
“I just don’t know what to make of the whole thing.”
>He starts laughing.
>Is he really that fucking dense?
>You give him a pained smile.
>Guess he hasn’t changed that much…
 
>You don’t have a ride to the station…
>Well… you’ve got two feet.
>Time to start walking.
>You wave goodbye to Anon before stepping out of his room.
>Which way are you supposed to go again?
>Fuck.
>You’ll figure it out.
 
End Day 40+
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End Day 40+
 
>You hear the door opening.
“Anon, is Femmy leaving?”
>Femmy?
>Yeah? She left like five minutes go.
“Aww. Damn… she was cute too. I was going to ask for her number.”
>Dude.
>She’s your ex.
>His eyes widen.
“Whoa really? Sorry man, I didn’t-”
>Good.
>Spike understands the bro code.
>It’s cool. As long as he keeps his distance.
>After all…
>You’re building a harem.
 
Femanon Arc complete
 
Femanon rapport roller coaster ride…!
Rainbow rapport up!
Applejack rapport ???
Pinki- Pinkamena rapport up!
 
CU won the big game
Femanon’s leaving, again.
Pinkie’s back?
Applejack’s being weird