/mlp/ University

>4chan university

>faculty of /mlp/

>the usual greeting is "hey faggot"

>there are dozens of clubs and they are all at each other's throats all the time

>before a class begins a student is randomly selected (or one volunteers) to introduce a new topic every day to the class

>he is referred to as the OP

>obviously only faggots that want to incite drama or do stupid shit are selected/volunteer

>the OP is always the worst of faggots

>the entire class is always in a constant shitstorm because the OP selects the worst possible topics

>the professors don't give a fuck

>they just take away any and all porn from the students, and sometimes if they see porn or nipples in class they may cancel it altogether

>the worst is some nigger janitor called scruffy

>sometimes the students gather in classrooms when the professors leave for their lounge to suck each other off

>they then discuss all the joys of porn, especially horse porn

>there are "hidden" classes where one may learn about actual horsefucking

 

>despite the 4chan university being complete shit, it's free and the students love it

>faculties form alliances and rivalries all the time

>the faculty of /mlp/ however has no allies at all, and the others are indifferent towards it at best

>there are many different universities like leddit, tumblr and facebook

>the bronydom university is one of those

>it has less faculties than the 4chan university but they all focus on a very small part that /mlp/ studies (used to study)

>their faculties are: ponychan, equestria daily, derpibooru, roundstable

>sometimes people from this rival university come to the faculty of /mlp/

>shit goes down as the /mlp/ students bring horses to fuck in front of the class

>professors flip their shit

>the janitor is called in to clean the whole mess

>disturbed, the students from the rival university leave /mlp/ for the day

>the offending students are banished from the faculty of /mlp/ for a week or two

>they still sneak back in risking even worse punishment

 

>unlike at every other faculty at the university of 4chan, at the faculty of /mlp/ there are countless clubs

>all of these hate each other and do not want to be associated with others outside it

>the worst of which is the so-called MLPG

>the students at the MLPG club are also the only ones that have a special classroom only for themselves

>they refuse to cooperate with the rest of the faculty and do everything in their power to undermine the other students' efforts

>even the other clubs agree that they are autistic faggots

>but not everyone is a part of a special snowflake club at this faculty

>there are many students that just socialise, have fun with, beat each other up and fuck the horses at the hidden stables behind the university

>there are also special stables far from university grounds

>those are oddly enough called mlpchan

>why would one give a name worthy of a university to stables where people come to fuck horses in secret, nobody knows

>it's all very public over at /mlp/ anyway

 

>day fuck SJWs

>be anon

>you've just woken up and it's time to attend the classes at the university of 4chan

>well, time to get out of bed

>you do your regular morning routine

>put on some nice clothes

>as you're about to leave the rented flat, you notice your roomates fedora looking at you menacingly

>no, you're just imagining things

>your roomate is really weird though

>you go out and get on the trolly

>your 1st year at the 4chan university has been going nicely at first

>you're attending /mlp/, the faculty of >rape and horsefucking

>so far you've been very successful and your grades were all 10s and 9s

>you've been having a blast with all the other anons discussing the social and psychological benefits of the subjects of your studies

>such wonderful people

>even the clubfags

>except the MLPG clubfags, nobody wants to be friends with them

>they're autistic as fuck

>then some stupid ass protesters from this shitty university called tumblr showed up

>they've been at the entrance of the /mlp/ and /pol/ faculties for a while now

>they keep crying something about rape culture and shit

>you've never heard of such things before

>they even told you to "check your privilege whit cis male scum"

>you don't even...

>you finally arrive at your destination

>as you get off the trolley you notice those SJWs are at it again

>you move through the strange crowd of demented people that keep shouting words that you're sure don't exist even in the most obscure of dictionaries

>you finally enter the main hallway

>it's as chaotic as ever

>but there's something different about it this time

>you ask around and hope to hear what's going on this time

>apparently the people outside want to burn down a newspaper stand that has been selling poorly printed porn magazines and they keep saying that the /mlp/ faculty is somehow involved

 

>you know all porn is banned from this faculty

>it doesn't stop many people though from still carrying it around and trying to masturbate to it during class

>but why would the faculty publicly involve itself with something like this

>you decide not to make sense out of this whole mess

>it doesn't concern you anyway

>you have bigger problems to worry about

>you enter the amphitheatre

>it's fucking huge

>you take your seat next to a guy in a black suit

>everyone has black suits here

>nobody questions why though

>today's lesson is about >rape

>you've never been that good at it, and it was the only mark 8 in your index

>fuck it

>you decide to doze off

>you sleep and dream of your qt 3.14 girlfriend

>at least how you imagine her to look like

>suddenly you are woken up by a strange noise

>opening your eyes, you notice that the anon next to you pulled out a magazine on horse breeding and is masturbating furiously to it

>everyone calls that clopping here though

Hey, don't do that faggot, the professor will have us banished.

>"u fockin wot m8? go back to ponychan"

>you turn away, hoping that nobody will notice him

>at that moment the janitor shows up

>the guy next to you stops as he notices him

>the professor and the rest of the class aren't noticing anything

>he looks at the two of you menacingly

>you know what to do

>you pack your things and the anon who was just next to you zips his pants and hands over his pornography

>you are both evicted from the class

>"Fuck this m8, I have an idea, follow me."

>he darts off before you can even say anything, beckoning you to follow him

>oh why not, what could possibly go wrong

>as you leave you notice that the SJWs are still outside protesting

>strange people

>you end up at a stables conveniently located behind the faculty proper

What is this place?

>"Over here m8"

>you look over and see him next to a mare

>she is lifting her tail up

What are you doing, do you really want to get caught?

 

>"Nah m8, that come afterwards"

>sure, you know that you will do some actual horsefucking eventually, but you feel you are not ready for this

>he takes out some sugar cubes from his pocket

>"Here, take this"

>you take them with some reluctance while still eyeing the mare next to him

>he starts fingering her

>you stare in amazement at that winking vag

>he pulls out

>the horse seems unsatisfied and is trying to find the finger again

>"Oy, there it is. Come on, let's go"

>you've come this far, might as well go through with whatever madness he has in mind

>as the mare turns towards you, you give her a bit of sugar

>you b8 the horny mare into following the two of you back to the main hallway

>it's crowded with people

>SJWs have stormed the place and are about to openly attack the rest of the students

>fortunately nobody has noticed the two of you yet

>following your friend anon, you lead the mare to the top of the stairs just before the entrance to the amphitheatre

>the horse is still uncomfortable and in desperate need of the D

>you've also run out of sugar

>your friend looks at you and gives you a nod

>what

>he clears his throat

>"Horsefuckers and faggots"

>what

>everyone is now looking at the two of you

>"We will now begin with the demonstration"

>what

>they seem confused

>as he finishes the sentence, he gives the mare the D

>well, at least someone feels relieved

>at that very moment, legions of SJWs start throwing up and running away

>unfortunately, he finishes very quickly

>he looks at you

>"Your turn m8."

>well, it's natural to be nervous when it's your first time

>you stick it in

>it's like nothing you've ever experienced

>you ride the waves of pleasure

>the disgusting, unwashed horde of SJWs has started to run away from the scene cursing this opressive society

>your fellow horsefuckers cheer for you

>you cum inside

>it is the best feeling evar

>however sensation was too much for you, and you collapse

 

>the professors come over to the scene

>"What did chancellor moot say about fucking horses on the faculty grounds?"

>you turn your head hazily to the source of the sound

>all the professors are there

>they call the police and you and your friend are taken away

>fuck this

>you'll likely be expelled

>you wonder what happened to the mare

>they're probably fucking her in the lounge, the hypocrites

>after a long ride in the party van you end up in a damp cell with that damn fool who got you into this bloody mess

Now what, genius?

>"It's simple, we dig a tunnel"

>you look at him

>he looks back

>you turn around to sleep, it's been a long day

>you dream of nicer times

>those dreams don't last for long as you are woken up rather suddenly

Now what?

>"I did it m8"

Did what?

>you turn around and see a hole in the cell's ground

How?

>he flashes a spoon that seems to have seen better days

>"Never leave the house without a spoon next time m8"

>you get up

>"Time to leave this place"

>you two slowly make your way through the tunnel and soon find yourselves out in the open

>finally, some fresh air

>you two make your way back to the university

>nobody seems to notice that just moments ago you were evicted

>you finish what you had to and go home

>your room-mate greets you with his fedora on and offers some spaghetti

>he heard some horrible things happened at your faculty today

>you eat the spaghetti and go to bed, exhausted

>such is the life of a student of horsefuckery

 

END.

 

Written in memory of the Wales anon who fingered a mare with his best buddy.

I hope you are well my friend.