Cheerilee, '86

Welcome to the 80's. For those of you who need introduction, this is when everyone shot up crack and snorted anything that could fit in their stuck-up noses. This was the decade of break-dancing, boomboxes, and big hair with, don't forget it; lots of hairspray. In Equestria, colleges were booming, thaks to reduced costs from a set of laws courtesy of Celestia herself (Who was, by the way, going through a leg warmer phase, as was half of the country.), which concerned the low secondary education rate in Equestria.

This is the story of Cheerilee, whom you probably know the the T.V. shows commonly perceived image as the loved schoolteacher, but in college, she was much different. She endured ber two other dorm room freaks, each with their own traits. Colgate was a aspiring Nurse of Dentistry, and took the scientific course over the artistic. Lyra was the polar opposite. Where as Colgate was straight, she was lesbian, and frequently invited her "harmless" partner in crime over for snuggles, be it in open sight, of up in a bunk, which made for odd evening experiences. However, Cheerilee felt bad for her, as they took completely different classes, and came home deprived of friendship.

Cheerilee was in between the two however. Bi and stuck between arts and sciences, she chose to take teaching oriented classes, leaving some wiggle room for future careers. Every night for the first 3 weeks were the same. All of them coming home late, with stories to share and hungers to fufill, but that didn't matter. All that was cirtain in the world of the couch on which they coalesced was the California Raisins commercial softly playing on the VCR T.V. combo, and Full House, every wendsday, at 8:00.

Colgate relentlessly bombarded Cheerilee with propositions, and questions about advanced trigonometry that she was baffeled by. Lyra on the other hand was never begging for attention, but just playing improv on her lyre. Some *lucky* nights when Bon Bon came over, she brought her easel, and drew risque portraits of her lover posing on the couch, which, again made for some very disturbing dinners, hearing fragments of their conversations, such as; "...spread your legs a little wider, we need just a glimpse..." or "...the things I would do to you if you froze like that."

Presently, in the story Nightmare Night was approaching, which ment pranks for college. Cheerille slaved through her classes, to get back to ber dorm at 4:00. Unlike the other mares waiting tables of scrubbing floors, Cheerilee got her capital through a will from her parents, who were plenty rich, but gave nothing to charitable organizations. Lyra arrived every day around 4:30, sometimes drunk, other times not. Colgate came around 5:00, as per usual, after conducting lab studies. There were only 4 days until Nightmare Night, whic meant dusting off the Thriller Micolt Jackson albums and partying, even if it was just you and your roommates. When all was said and done, all three ponies collapsed onto the couch, flipping throught the channels to see what was on.

"Oh, and guys," Lyra squeeked out of the blue. "Bon Bon's coming over on Nightmare Night, and wants to know if a threeso-"

"Let me just stop you, like, right there" Colgate inturrupted, with her semi-brat tone. "I'm not posing for some horny freeloading bitch."

"She's my horny freeloading bitch..." She said dreamily, eyes closed. The reason that she sat on the right was being implimented right now. Lyra jokingly called it the 'splash zone' because when she got up, there was always a wet spot, which nopony sat in. Ever. Except Bon Bon. She claimed once that it turned her on, whicb was both disgusting and weird at the same time. Cheerilee was a buffer between the two. She prevented physical arguments and was generally passive. She was still a virgin, and, if everything went right, she planned to stay that way. The rest of the night was boring. Scarlet, Cheerilee's cat, curled up on her owners lap and tried to fall asleep, but was constantly inturupted by hairballs.

Looks like a trip to Flutters with you. She thought, thinking of the unofficial campus vet and, also well versed pot connoisseur. She cringed, but knew what must be done. The next she pushed through classes, got home, and lured her cat into a box, to no avail. When Lyra got home, she teased her magical abilitys, but refused to utilize them unless she 'licked her clean', which, as bi as she was, was promptly refused by Cheerilee. After an hour, she finally caged the beast, and began pushing the box down the hall to Fluttershy's room.

Her arrival was marked by the scent of hippies; formerly known as cannibis and arousal. She pushed open the door to reveal Fluttershy in her natural habtat, toking a joint in the corner with a white and a purple unicorn, a pink and an orange earth pony, and a rainbow colored pegasus, all with joints in hooves, and of senior year in high school age.

"They're cigarettes," Fluttershy quickly intuitively countered. "And they are all 18."

"I'm here to have my cat fixed," The purple collage student said. "It can't sleep, and it keeps hacking up hair balls."

Fluttershy opened up the box only to find and unconscious cat.

"Oxygen deprivation from the box. Rmember to poke holes next time." Fluttershy instructed. "So, what are we going to do? Rape it?"

Cheerillee walked out of the room. "The flea bag is yours for two days, so do whatever the hell you want, just get him working again, bottom line." She said, heading back to her dorm, pondering the terrible decicion she just made. It was going to be a long next couple of days, with only Bon Pony and Micolt Jackson to offer her sweet, sweet refuge from it. As she came home to relax, she sat on the wrong side of the couch, which turned her coat into a sticky mess.

"LYRA!" She yelled, hoping to shun her horny mind.

"Is my mistress getting impatient?" She asked seductivly, hobbling out in a latex submissive suit equipped with a spreader bar. "Oh shit, where did mistress go?" She asked, with a hint of worry poking through.

Cheerilee fumed. This was out of control.