CanterU: The Amazing Possibly-Canon Christmas Story

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So, I tried doing spin-off's last time...
But there's never a wrong time for a Christmas special, right

"Tonight at 7, alright guys?"
>The rest of the table nods.
>Pinkie jumps and runs off, probably to get some party supplies.
"A Christmas party? But we leave for winter break tomorrow."
>Which is why Pinkie wants to party now, Rarity.
>It only makes sense.
>Considering how short the winter break is for CU, this is probably the best way for the gang to stay together for the holidays.
"I suppose so."
>Rarity takes another sip of her tea.
>You look at your watch.
>Synchronization activated.

A. Gym
B. Dorm
C. Outside
D. Girls Hall

>In the meantime...
>You grab your stuff and say goodbye to the gang.
>Wait, if everyone's in the lounge, why are you going to the girls hall?
>Maybe you can find something to do in the B building.
>You cross the campus and enter the B building.
>You spot Lyra coming down the hall towards you.
"Oh, hey Anon. You coming in?"
>It looks that way.
"You're in luck. I was just about to leave."
>What's she up too?
"I was thinking that I could buy presents for my friends over here, before we leave and all."
>That's sweet of her.

A. Lyra
B. Vinyl
C. Nurses

>You head on inside and knock on Vinyl's door.
>She's totally not busy, being CU's primary source of original music.
>Maybe she's playing at Pinkie's party?
>...
>Of course she is.
>You knock on her door again.
>No answer... again.
>What's going on?
>Usually she would've answered by now.
>Without Octavia rooming with her, it's sort of hard to tell if Vinyl's in.
>The arguments really made these visits exciting.
>But still, Vinyl's not answering...

A. Barge in
B. Nurses
C. Lyra
D. Gym

>You start tapping the door with your knuckles.
>Gotta find those weak points.
>You finally find your target.
>Take the stance...
>HI-YAAAAH!
>Hopefully the school doesn't bill you for the door.
>Those weak hinges...
>You scan the room in detective mode.
>Vinyl!
>She's... She's...
>Listening to music.
>She hasn't even noticed that her door's been kicked down...
>Er... let's not make this awkward.
>You quickly backtrack into the hallway, picking up the door to make it look like it's connected again.
>Well, that was a bust.
>...
>Literally.
>The puns never stop.

A. Redheart & Colgate
B. Gym
C. Dorm

>You walk backwards until you hit another door.
>Oh, it's Redheart's room.
>You could say Colgate's room, but you know who really leads that relationship.
>They're probably munching the carpet in there.
>Not that you wouldn't mind joining in.
>You knock on the door and wait patiently for your favorite [not] lesbian friends.
>Redheart answers the door.
"Oh, hi Anon. What's up?"
>Er... what's up with her?
>She looks like a zombie.
>And not the good kind, like in Warm Bodies.
>Like, classic Night of the Living Dead type.
"You know just how to make a woman feel pretty, don't you?"
>Sorry, it's just facts.
>What's going on?
>Redheart sighs and lets you inside.
"It's the holiday season, Anon. A lot of drunk driving and accidents. That means overtime for everyone, and I'm not even paid!"
>She slumps down into her chair.
"I even have to work tonight! Can you believe that?"
>Well, it's not like it's Christmas yet.
"Yeah, but still..."

A. Offer to help
B. Invite her to the party
C. Bizness

>It might not be Christmas yet, but you still have the spirit.
>Redheart looks like she could use some help.
"You... You'd actually go to the hospital with me?"
>Yeah, sure.
>You can go to the party late.
"That's... really sweet of you."
>She looks away and blushes.
"Thanks."
>No problem.

>An hour later, you and Redheart step off the bus and start the walk to the hospital.
>She knows that you could've asked Dr. Discord for a ride here, right?
"I... I thought he'd be too busy."
>Fair enough.
>The hospital looms ominously over you and you walk in.
>This should be fun.
"Redheart! There you are!"
>A man in scrubs runs up to your friend.
"We need you upstairs, now!"
>Redheart nods and starts to follow the man.
>Is she doing real medical stuff now?
"There's a huge load of paperwork that needs to get filed!"
>Oh.
>That makes more sense.

A. Redheart
B. Explore
C. Leave

>You follow Redheart.
>She looks totally beat, and it's only been five minutes.
>She could use some help with the paperwork.
>Redheart takes a seat at the lobby desk.
>You look over at the stack of papers next to her.
>Yeah, she can use the help.
>You pull up a chair next to Redheart.
>Ready to get started?
"I... uh... yeah..."
>What're we doing, anyway?
"You just take those papers, stamp them, and put them in that container over there."
>She points towards a box next to you.
>That seems simple enough.
>You take the first paper and stamp it.
>Only 12,304 papers to go!

>You take your tired hand and force it to stamp another paper.
>Dat lactic acid.
>You look at Redheart.
>She's not faring any better.
>Dang, this is hard work.

A. Break time
B. Keep working
C. Explore
D. Quit

>You fight back your laziness and keep working.
>You're almost done anyway.
>Only about 50 papers to do.
>C'mon Redheart, wake up!
"Uh... right... work..."
>She takes her pen and resumes signing documents.
>What are these for, anyway?
"Mostly just-" *yawn* "medical reports and receipts."
>That's... interesting.
>And this is what she does all day?
"More or less."
>This is the path to becoming a nurse?
"I... I don't have the time to question it. I just work. As long as I get my credits, I'm happy."
>Redheart gives you a weak smile.
"Tired, but happy."
>Of course.

>One more stamp... and...
>Done!
"Woo-hoo!"
>Redheart practically jumps for joy.
"Finally!"
"Shh"
>The nurse-in-waiting blushes and sits back down.
"Finally, we can get out of here!"
"Not so fast, Miss Redheart."
>Oh, hey.
>It's that doctor from last quarter.
>The one who saved Pinkie.
>The selfless hero shakes your hand.
"Good to see you again, Anon. How's Pinkie Pie?"
>She's doing pretty well.
>So, there's more work to be done.
"Just a few boxes that need to be moved, nothing so bad."
>Redheart nods and takes your hand.
"Let's get this done, fast."

A. Work
B. Break
C. Explore

>You let Redheart lead you down the hall way.
>You see quite a few occupied gurneys along the way.
>The holiday's really are dangerous.
"Alright, here, take this."
>Oof!
>She could at least give you some more warning next time.
"You remember where we're going, right?"
>Downstairs to the basement?
>Redheart nods and leads you to the elevator.
>She could help with the boxes...
"Really, Anon?"
>Reverse-Chivalry really is dead.
>The elevator stops and lets the two of you off.
>Redheart takes a key out of her pocket and opens a nearby door.
"Just put them next to the other boxes."
>Er... which other box?
"Oh... wrong room..."
>She must really be tired.
>Inside, there's a spare bed.
>Must be faulty or something.
"Sorry. Put it in this room."
>Sure thing.
>You drop the boxes and leave the other room.

A. Business
B. Bizness
C. Leave

>Redheart's leaning against the wall, looking totally beat.
>She looks like she could use some excitement.
>Or just a relief.
>Speaking of relief, how are things with her and Colgate going.
"W-what do you mean by that?"
>She know exactly what you're talking about.
"I... um..."
>Yes?
"We haven't really... done that in a while. I've been so busy with work, I hardly get to see her anymore."
>The intern gives you a look.
"It's not like I actually like her, you know. I'm straight."
>Yeah, you know.
>It's always nice to have a little reminder from time to time.
"I... um... what?"
>Redheart has always been the cuter one of the two.
"A-Anon..."
>You move in and kiss her softly, the surprise keeping her from giving back...
>For a second, at least.
>Her outfit is thing, giving you easy access to her body.
>A quick grab at her tits, another hand down her pants.
>Now you're getting somewhere.
"A-Anon, not in the hallway..."
>Smart girl.
>You lift Redheart and bring her back to the room with the bed.
>She's tired enough as it is.
>And since you're a gentleman, you decide to do all the work this time.
"What do you mean by that?"
>Your actions do the talking.
>You pull down Redheart's skirt and panties, sliding your hands upwards.
"Oh..."
>Contact.
>You move in and start eating her out.
>Salty milk and coins?
>Nah, it's more fleshy.
>You start moving your tongue around her cli-
"Oh... Anon!"
>Er... what?
>Redheart blushes and looks away from you.
"Sorry, Anon. It's just that... um.. Colgate used to do that."
>The nostalgia is turning her on?
"Yeah... I mean, no! Shut up!"
>She pushes your head back down into her crotch.
>Thank God for soft mattresses.

>That's enough of that...
>You move up and kiss Redheart again.
"Anon... put it inside, now..."
>Sure thing, master.
>You take it slow at first, building up speed as you go.
"Unf... yeah... it's been so long..."
>Since what?
mfw writing dialogue during sex
"Since I had... ah... a real dick inside... ooh... me..."
>Make sense, since lesbians aren't a real fan of dicks.
>And men.
>Haha.
"Anon... I'm close..."
>And so are you.
>One last thrust...
>And... you're spent.
>You roll off of Redheart, letting the girl catch her breath.
"Oh... Anon... I really needed that..."
>She takes your hand in hers.
>Uh... yeah, no problem.
>So, how about-
*snore*
>Is... Is she sleeping?
>Wow, she really was tired.
>You'd think the afterglow would keep her going.

A. Leave her
B. Stay
C. Explore

>You check the time.
>It's almost 6.
>When did Pinkie say her party starts?
>Probably 7.
>You could get there early, but fashionably late is the Anon way.
>And leaving Redheart alone here might be the dick move of the century.
>At least by CU standards.
>You look around for a blanket.
>A storage room with a bed, and no blanket?
>Weird.
>You pick your jacket up off the floor and cover yourself with it.
>Nice and wa-
>You didn't know this bed vibrated.
>You turn over and see Redheart shivering.
>It was so hot a few minutes ago, you didn't even notice how cold it was.
>You look at your jacket.
>The spirit of giving commands you...
>You cover Redheart with your jacket and move in.
>The spooning should keep you warm for a bit
>*Snore*

>You roll over...
>Ouch!
>Apparently you rolled too far.
>You get up and check the time.
>Good, it's only-
>8:00?!
>Fashionably late?
>More like literally late...
*Yawn* "Leaving already?"
>You turn and see Redheart getting dressed.
"I was thinking we could go get something to eat, seeing as how the dining hall is almost ready to close."
>She looks at you expectantly.
>Um...

A. Party
B. Dinner with Redheart
C. Just go back home

>You'd love to go...
>Some other time.
>But right now you have to go to a Christmas party.
"Oh. I see..."
>Redheart looks down at her feet.
"Maybe some other time?"
>You already said that.
>Definitely.
>But hey, she should go with you to the party.
"I... I'll have to check with the doctor, but sure."
>She smiles.
>Good thinking, Anon.

>A few minutes later, you're on the bus with Redheart back to CU.
"Anon, I just... um... want to say thanks."
>She's blushing again.
>Must be the air or something.
"Seriously, Anon. I wouldn't have gotten all that work done if it wasn't for you."
>She looks down at your crotch.
"Or have gotten done..."
>Oo, word play.
>Redheart quickly looks around.
"No one can see us, right?"
>Um... yeah.
>The backseat has never been known as a vantage point.
"Good."
>Redheart undoes your zipper and takes out your dick.
>Uh, what's she doing?
"Just rewarding you."
>The sex wasn't enough?
"This is just a bonus, then."
>Good call.

>You finish just as the bus pulls up at your stop.
>Redheart wipes her mouth off and smiles.
"Ready to go?"
>As ready as your dick ten minutes ago

"Nonny! You made it!"
>Pinkie tackles you as you enter the room.
>Luckily the fake snow cushions your fall.
>There's at least a foot of it everywhere.
>The lounge has never looked so good in white.
"Where were you? I've been looking for you."
>You were helping a friend out.
>Redheart appears from behind, quietly walking into the room.
>Pinkie watches her.
"Ooh, I get it."
>She nudges you in the ribs.
"I never knew you had a thing for nurses, Nonny."
>Er, what?
"Just kidding!"
>Pinkie runs off, leaving a trail of kicked-up faux snow behind her.

A. Dance
B. Music
C. Socialize (dubs)

>You make your way over to the dance floor.
>Vinyl's bass has dropped at least 5 times before you got there.
>It's new music too.
>She must've been really busy when you broke her door.
>Hopefully she didn't notice the door.
"Howdy, Anon."
>A familiar hand takes yours.
>How's it going, Applejack?
"Ah've been good. Ah fell like Ah haven't seen ya in a while."
>True.
>Considering the two of you don't have any classes together and AJ doesn't dorm anymore...
"Hey, Ah'm just glad that Ah can still take a few classes here. Granny Smith spared me that much."
>Still, the amount of work needed to pay off the farm's debt and pay for CU...
>Hey, live in the moment, right?
>You're just happy that she could come tonight.
"Ah... yeah, 'course!"
>Applejack gives you a smile.
"Now hows about we git back ta dancin'?"
>You have no issue with that.
>Applejack turns around and starts the nightly grind.
>You run your hands up and down the side of her body, moving closer to her ti-
"Anon... not in front'a everyone..."
>Darn.
>Public sex is your fetish.
>Along with showers, soccer, and nurses.
>Applejack rolls her eyes.
"Yer not int'a farm girls anymore?"
>No one said that.
>You move one hand to her ass.
>Is that proof enough?
"Ah'd say you could prove it a little more."

A. Give her the evidence
B. Music
C. Socialize

>Who are you to deny the evidence?
>Definitely not Bernie Madoff.
>Are those jokes still funny?
>...
>Totally.
>You slide one hand in front and back into Applejack's jeans.
>Down until you find something wet.
>Applejack shudders a little as you make contact, grabbing onto your wrist.
"A-Anon..."
>She wants you to stop?
"Keep... Keep going."
>Anything for an Apple.
>Your hands a little faster.
>Not unlike tuning a radio.
>Ok, it's totally unlike tuning a radio.
>As you finger her, Applejack moves her hands closer to your dick.
>Too bad a few layers of clothing are separating her hands from your manhood.
"That... ooh... C'n be changed..."
>Applejack takes your hand out of her pants and leads you off the dance floor...
>Out of the lounge...
>Into the girls hall...
>And into her old room.
>AJ still has access to this place?
"The school never took back mah card, Ah guess."
>Makes sense.
"Now, back ta business..."
>Applejack grabs your collar and kisses you hard.
>Like, Casablanca hard.
>She breaks the kiss and pushes you on the bed, unbuttoning her shirt.
>You follow suit.
>Er... follow [un]suit.

>A few minutes later, she's riding you like a mechanical bull.
>She probably has experience with those, living on a farm and all.
>Lol implying AJ's into bestiality.
"A-Anon... Ah'm..."
>You kiss her as she cums, bringing you to the brink as well.
"N-not inside..."
>You pull out quickly, allowing Applejack's tongue access to your dick.
>A few seconds later, she's swallowing your seed.
>Probably a good idea, since you're doing this in Pinkie's bed.
>Applejack's so poor, she took the school's mattress with her back home.
>Okay, that's not true.
>You're so harsh.
>Applejack gets her clothes off the floor and starts putting them back on.
"We should git back ta the party, before people start git'n suspicious."
>Of what?
>Most people know that you and Applejack were together.
>And broke up...
>Oh, right.
>Rumors are pretty powerful.
"Exactly."
>Applejack smiles and kisses you again.
"Not that Ah mind, of course..."
>Good to know.
>You open the door to the dorm and step o-
"Hiya Nonny!"
>Fuck.

"H-Howdy, Pinkie Pie..."
>Yeah, howdy.
"Hiya Applejack! What are you guys doing here? The party's in the lounge!"
>Oh, right.
>Good thing Pinkie is pretty innocent.
>After all that happened last quarter, that's pretty surprising.
>We were headed right ther-
"Wait a second... I saw both of you at the party before, which means..."
>[insert gasp]
"You two were..."
>Applejack takes Pinkie's hand.
"Look, Pinkie. Anon an' Ah were just git'n caught up. We haven't seen each other for a while..."
>Pinkie's shocked look fades into one of understanding.
"I totally understand. You two are getting back together!"

A. Go with that
B. Make up something
C. Come clean

>You... what?
>Uh... no.
>That's not it at all.
>You and Applejack were having sex.
>It's that simple.
"Oooooh! That makes way more sense."
>Applejack gives you a look.
>Hey, it was better than just lying to Pinkie.
"Ah guess..."
>Pinkie squeezes between you and AJ and opens her door.
"I totally get it. The sexual tension between you two is always crazy."
>Er... sure?
>Pinkie smiles.
"I'll see you guys at the party!"
>Of course.
>You and Applejack walk back to the party in silence.
>For a little while, anyway.
"Ya didn't have ta tell her that, ya know."
>Again, you don't like lying to Pinkie.
>If anything, she deserves honesty.
>Applejack sighs, but nods.
"Ah guess yer right."
>She squeezes your hand.
"Yer way too nice, ya know that?"
>Sugar, spice, and everything nice.
>That makes sense.
>You enter the party for a second time, and Applejack leaves for parts unknown.
>You notice Lyra, Colgate, Redheart, and some other girl on the sofa, exchanging presents.
>And Rarity and Spike are dancing together, with Twilight being the ever present third wheel.
>Or is it the other way around?

A. Socialize
B. Dance
C. Music

>You move over to the sofa, just as the new girl gives Lyra a present.
>Her hair...
>It's, like, split down the middle in two colors.
>Sort of like boysenberry ice cream.
>And you never even had that flavor in your life.
"Thank you so much, Bon Bon!"
>Lyra hugs Bon Bon and takes a seat next to Colgate.
>Um... what about your present?
"Anon! I've been looking for you!"
>Oh, she has?
>You sit down next to Lyra, after getting hugged by Colgate.
>Redheart looks at you and blushes, waving weakly at you.
>She doesn't... like you, does she?
>Maybe she-
"Hey, Anon! This is Bon Bon."
>The girl gives you a harsh look, but it softens into a smile.
"Nice to meet you."
>The tsundere never stops.
Gotta replace Octavia somehow

A. Lyra
B. Colgate
C. Redheart
D. Bon Bon
E. Dance

>You look towards the dance floor.
>Spike seems to be having fun, sandwiched between Rarity and Twilight.
>Wait, that should be you in that position!
>Later, girls.
"Hey, wait!"
>Lyra grabs your wrist.
"Come back when your finished, okay? I have something for you."
>For... you?
>That's so sweet.
>You go over to the dance floor.
>Mind if you cut in?
"Anon!"
>Twilight wraps her arms around you.
"I was wondering where you were!"
>Of course she was.
>Her clingy is showing.
>You fist Spike and hug Rarity before resuming your normal, MJ style dance moves.
>Because, like, you're black

A. Rarity
B. Spike
C. Twilight
D. Music

>Rarity looks over you as you finish your corkscrew.
>Dat dance terminology.
"I must say, Anonymous, you are certainly an amazing dancer."
>She hasn't seen anything yet.
>Coincidentally, Vinyl changes the song to something slow.
>You heard musicians had perfect timing.
>Rarity bats her eyelashes at you.
>You bow, the eternal gentleman.
>May you have this dance?
>Rarity giggles and takes your hand.
"You may, darling."
>Good.
>You spin Rarity and bring her in close, swaying with the music.
"Oh, Anonymous!"
>Yeah, you're good like that.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Twilight looking at you.
>She seems worried about something.
>It's probably nothing.
>You give Rarity the old razzle-dazzle.
>A simply turn, and a dip.

A. Kiss her
B. Twilight
C. Music
D. Socialize

>The perfect setup.
>You close your eyes and lean in.
"A-Anon..."
>Yes, Rarity?
"I... um... would you put me upright?"
>Oh, right.
>Way to ruin the moment.
>Leave it to a woman...
>Rarity stands up and gives you a half-smile.
"Anon, I... I appreciate all you've done for me, but I don't think you should do that..."
>She means kiss her?
"Y-Yes."
>Rarity takes your hand.
"It was a nice gesture, but I..."
>She looks over at Twilight.
>Purple Smart averts her eyes.
>Yeah, she noticed.
"I don't we should do that right now. That's all."
>She waves to Spike.
"Spike, come! I'm parched."
"Oh, I'll get us drinks."
>Spike and Rarity go off somewhere.
>You might as well get back to dancin-
"What was that all about, Anon?"
>Oh, Twilight.
>Whatever is she talking about?
"You tried to kiss Rarity!"
>Oh, right.
"Did you stop to consider her feelings at all?"
>Well, the moment was right, an-
"And what about us?"
>"us?"
>Twilight looks at you with wide-eyes.
"I... I thought that... you and I..."
>Oh.
>Right...

A. Business
B. Bizness
C. Socialize
D. Music

>You... and Twilight?
>It's not like it couldn't happen.
>But you're not really looking for a girlfriend right now.
>You've been really satisfied with the bachelor lifestyle so far.
"But then what about all the times we..."
>You were... um...
>C'mon, think of something good
>You were horny.
>Yeah, great excuse.
>That won't work.
>You look over at Applejack.
>Idea!
>You turn back to Twilight.
>You thought that maybe you and Twilight could have a thing, but... um... Applejack have been talking again.
>Twilight looks down, the realization coursing through her like electricity.
"You're... getting back together with her?"
>You might.
>You don't want to hurt Twilight, but this is the best excuse that you could come up with in 20 seconds.
"I... I understand, Anon. I didn't think someone like you could really like me anyway..."
>She tries her best to smile, but you can see she's hurting inside.
>What a nice present before you leave.
>A broken heart.
>You hug Twilight and wipe away a forming tear.
>Still friends?
"Y-Yeah. Of course."

A. Music
B. Dorm
C. Social

>Twilight runs off somewhere.
>She's... definitely not about to cry.
>You need to take your mind off it...
>You go to the DJ booth.
>Sup Vinyl?
"Hey Anon! What's up!"
>She fists you while changing the song.
>You've been better.
>Breaking hearts and getting caught having sex isn't your ideal Christmas party.
"Oh, seriously? I didn't know you were such a heartbreaker, dude."
>She nudges you in the ribs.
>So, what's up with her.
"Not much. Just writing music."
>Nothing... interesting happen today?
"Now that you mention it, something strange did happen today."
>Penny for her thoughts.
"I opened my door after writing some cool bars, and all of a sudden, the door came off its hinge. The whole thing is broken!"
>Well, how about that?
>Any idea who did it?
"No clue. Maybe the security tapes will catch the guy, but, like, it's only a door."
>True.
"I guess i'll just have to find somewhere else to do my business is private."
>lol wut?
"Just messin' with ya, dude."
>Right, right.
>You fist Vinyl before heading back to the dance floor.
>It's going to be a long night.

>After what seems like hours, people finally start filing out of the lounge.
>Pinkie's crashed on the sofa, and Fluttershy's putting a blanket on her.
>Wait, Fluttershy came to the party?
>Wow.
>Didn't even notice the doormat.
>You might as well get going too.
>As you head back, you notice Lyra waiting by your hall entrance.
>Is she going to open this door for you, too?
"There you are! I've been waiting for you."
>Well, here you are.
>What's she hiding behind her back?
"You mean this?"
>Lyra smiles and shows you her present.
"It's not really from me, actually. It's from... Actually, you can see for yourself."
>You take it from her.
>It's wrapped in black, with white music notes spread around it.
>In white ink, it says 'To Anon.'
>Who's it from?
"There should be a card in there..."
>You unwrap the gift.
>It's a CD...
>From Octavia...
>...
"Well, I won't keep you. I'll see you later, Anon."
>Yeah, laters.
>You go into your dorm with your present.
>Spike's already asleep, not even changed into his Pj's.
>Poor kid is totally tuckered out.
>You put on some headphones and pop in Octavia's CD.
>The first track starts to play after a few seconds of silence.
>But instead of classical music, you hear her voice instead.
"Hello, Anonymous. I hope you haven't forgotten me already. I made you this just in case. Maybe I'll see you soon..."
>You can imagine her giving you that cold smile of hers.
>You start to drift off as the sweet sounds of a cello reach your ears.

>Merry Christmas.