Cheerilee, '86

by Flufflefic

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Drama, Comedy, Romance
Length: 1694

Welcome to the 80's. This is when everyone shot up crack and snorted anything that could fit in their stuck-up noses. Turns out, that the 80's in Equestria weren't all that different.

Welcome to the 80's. This is when everyone shot up crack and snorted anything that could fit in their stuck-up noses. Turns out, that the 80's in Equestria weren't all that different.

The first of its kind, learn the long and lewd backstory behind the Bon Bon/Lyra ship. Traverse through Colgate's insistant brushing and flossing annoyances, and of course, listen to Cheerilee try to ignore it all.
NOT DONE! JUST A LAYOUT! I WILL GO BACK AND ADD MORE DETAILS AND PROOFREAD SOMETIME, BUT NOT NOW.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-05 17:00:01 UTC

Pet Hygiene (That in which Flutters is visited)

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.

Eligibility (That in which Lyra is Debated)

"All right, listen up." Cheerilee said, irritated at the display of stupidity before her. "Both me and Colgate pay our rent." As if on cue, Colgate walked in the door.

"Hey guys, who wants to go to a radical-" Colgage paused her announcement. "Why are you in latex?"

"Thats beside the point," Cheerilee butted in. "You need to step up your pace. You haven't payed me in two weeks. Two. Weeks. Can you please do a little bit better? If you can't, than we're ditching you, and you will be forced to eat Ramen the rest of your life. Celestia knows what that does to your brain."

"Or teeth," Colgate added, shuddering at the thought of sodium abused teeth.

"Or body,"

"Or gums!" Colgate cried, hiding under a pillow.

"I'd do just fine with Bon!" Lyra retorted, procuring her purse, than pulling out a sack full of bits. "See! In fact, you know what? I'm going to do exactly that, and nopony can stop me!" Lyra than quickly threw all of her stuff, conveniently located in one corner, into a case, and stomped out.

Silence followed.

"Well," Colgate said, sounding accomplished. "We cleaned that street trash up, didnt we? I didn't want her dirty money anyhow!"

Cheerilee was shocked. Speechless, she walked over to her desk, and started studying. In an attempt to break the ice, Colgate cracked open a beer, an event that was rarely relished by such a morally straight, and teeth conscious mare, and chugged the entire thing. She opened another and set it by Cheerilee. Despite being under legal age, she forfeit all reason and took a sip of the foul liquid. Immediately, her veins started to relax, and homework was a breeze. 2 cans later, she was passed out on the desk, thanks to her low tolerance level.

___---___

Meanwhile, latex-clad Lyra and sleepy Bon Bon made their way to management. As she entered the office, they were greeted by a colt with a blue coat, and grey mane.

"May I help you?" He enquired.

"We would like a room." Bon Bon said nervously.

"Any preference?"

Lyra butted in. "Near Colgate and Cheerilee please." She needed to rub it in their faces.

The colt punched a few numbers into his terminal, than smiled. "There is a dorm adjacent to them, but it isn't cheap..."

Lyra dumped her entire savings on the desk. "Keep the change for future payments," She said. Dumbfounded, the pony handed over a set of keys and bid them adieu, but he stopped them before they left.

"Wait!" He said quickly.

Lyra raised a brow. "Yes?"

"The previous pair in there... they made a bomb! That's why they were kicked out!"

"Don't worry," Bon Bon assured, sexily. "The only thing we'll be doing is each other..." She finished, perversely licking her lovers neck. Tail in tail, they exited, ready to prove the others wrong.

___---___

"Brrrriinngg!"

The alarm clock screamed as Cheerilee bolted backward, tipping over her chair, slamming into the ground. She rubbed her head and looked at the clock. She got up and started trotting around the living room. She heard sloppy noises coming from the bathroom and could only conclude two things. Masturbation or brushing. Going with the former assumption, she marched over to the door.

"Hey, pervert. Guess what time it is."

"3:00 A.M.?" Colgates voice guessed, gasping for breath.

"Listen, rub'm out on your own time, I've got 10 minutes to prepare for class, and a good morning always starts with..."

Instead of finishing her own phrase, Colgate loudly moaned in plesure. Envious, Cheerilee threw caution to the wind.

"Ready or not, here I come!" She cried opening the door, and stripping, despite Colgate being straight, for some pre-class cuddles.