Title:           University of Manehattan: Original Post
Author:          brOPhaggot
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First Edit:      Tuesday 31st of December 2013 12:34:13 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 31st of December 2013 12:34:13 PM CDT

>This is it
>First day of college
>You always thought this would be easier than high school and grade school
>It sort of is, isn't it?
>Definitely more exciting
>Not gonna have to go home to your family every day
>Just your roommate
>You had to go random because none of your friends decided to go to the Celestian University of Manehattan
>All 2 of them
>But this is good
>A fresh start, a new Anonymous
>You just said goodbye to your parents, and here you are, in front of your new dorm, Celestia Hall
>You heard it was the best dorm on campus
>It would have to be if it was named after Princess Celestia herself
>It definitely looks nice
>You step inside and pick up your keys from the front desk
>What the fuck is up with this mailbox key? It's shaped like a dick
>http://imgur.com/tZpBShI
>Welp, you have your key now
>Probably should head up to the room, right?
>But when you turn around, there are much more interesting things going on:
 
Oh, look. There are conveniently six choices:
A. There is a girl with purple hair furiously trying to push a cart of books through a doorway
B. Just outside you can see a girl on a skateboard with rainbow hair about to fall
C. Another purple haired girl with bright diamond earrings is approaching the desk to ask a question
D. A girl with pink hair is chasing after a small white rabbit that got loose in the lobby
E. A blonde is chilling on a bench eating an apple
F. Or you can head up to the room (where in the stairwell you just saw a quick flash of bright pink hair)
 
Should you choose A:
 
>The girl with the purple hair and the books looks like she needs some help
>You leave your shit and go to help her
>Gentleman brownie points
>You grab that cart, lift it with one hand
>Wink
>Throw it into the elevator like a baus
>Just kidding, you tripped and hit your head on the cart
>Ouch, throbbing
>And you're bleeding too
>Nice
>Conveniently enough, the force unwedged the cart from the doorway and the girl was able to push through just fine
>Is she concerned about the bleeding man who just saved her with his head?
>She rushes toward you
>Yessss
TS: "Are you fucking sorry?!"
>"What?" :(
TS: "Shit, I meant to say 'Are you ok?' and 'I'm so fucking sorry' and they mixed together and now I feel horrible and oh, look, now you're babbling, Twilight. Stop it!"
>She slaps herself in the face
>"Hey, you don't have to do that. It was an honest mistake, really."
TS: "But I don't make mistakes! I can't afford to! Not with school starting soon! And oh, look at me, talking about myself with you, lying here on the ground, bleeding. Here."
>She helps you up
>You accept, but make sure to do it like a man
>"Thanks. I'm--I'm not usually that clumsy." Your head twinges and you flinch.
TS: "Oh my god, that looks like it really hurts. Here, I have just the thing."
>She pulls a bottle of something out of her backpack and squeezes a little out onto her finger
>You notice for a split second how she sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she does this
>She grabs your head gently, but firmly, and tilts it down
>You're staring straight into her cleavage
>She's wearing a white button down shirt with a purple vest over it
>Cute, but not flashy
>And those tits, damn
>It's hard to tell if she's naturally like that or if she's wearing a pushup
>Your dick wants to say the former, but you're not sure
>Maybe you can find out
TS: "Hello? My eyes are up here, mister."
>Shit, you don't know how long you were staring
>But your head feels wonderful and it seems to have stopped bleeding
>"Sorry, I'm a little dizzy."
>Hope she buys it
>"Thanks for that, by the way. That did the trick."
TS: "Of course it did. It's an anti-inflammatory, antibacterial ointment with a little pain-soothing ingredient that I added myself."
>She winks and smiles
>You aren't sure whether to be afraid that you were just drugged through an open wound in your head or turned on that a girl just winked at you
TS: "Don't worry, it's nothing bad. It's a special chemical that I invented."
>Not necessarily better, but whatever
>"Well that's kind of cool. Do you invent chemicals often?"
TS: "Every once and awhile. I love chemistry. It's one of my majors."
>"*One* of your majors?"
TS: "Well, I was going through the list of available programs and I just couldn't decide on one! So I picked my five favorites."
>She smiles giddily while you get increasingly weirded out
>"Dare I ask what the other four are?"
TS: "Well, there's chemistry, then there's physics and biology. Obviously I had to go with the other 2 main sciences. Then I'm also doing computer science. I love to write code in my spare time. And philosophy. It literally means 'love of wisdom'. How could I not go with that?"
>"Wow, that's quite a list you've got there."
>Even though this girl seemed out-of-her-mind crazy, she had an interesting confidence that, coupled with the fact that she was beautiful, was very endearing
>She seemed to be able to tell that you were getting weirded out
TS: "Soooo, my name is Twilight Sparkle. What's your name?"
>"Anonymous, but everyone usually calls me Anon."
TS: "Well, Anon, it was nice meeting you! I hope to see you again soon!"
>She turns around and walks to the elevator with her books, revealing a nice, tight booty in a skirt that was just long enough to bounce as she walked
>While she waits for the elevator, she turns back
TS: "By the way, what's your major?"
...
 
Should you choose B:
 
>You glance outside and a girl with rainbow hair on a longboard is about to go over the curb
>You start to run
>You're not going to get there in time but at least you can be the one to help her up
>Her front wheel goes over the curb and the board skids against the concrete
>She flies forward
>Tucks her head and torso down
>Knees in, arms around them
>She's flipping, this is gonna be bad
>You run faster
>Her head goes down and around
>She releases her legs
>Wait, what?
>Extends her body
>In that moment, you begin to slow down and take a mental picture
>This is an athlete in peak physical form
>Legs smooth and sculpted
>Flat all the way from her thighs to her stomach
>She could be a gymnast with the way she's about to stick that landing
>The way her back is arched her tank top stretches over her entire torso
>You can see a belly button sneaking through the shirt
>For someone so fit she's got a pretty decent chest
>And that face, it looks like it was carved by angels
>You must find your way into those shorts
>But she's probably got a boyfriend already, looking at that body
>Her feet meet the ground
>Her knees bend to absorb the landing
>As she stands up, she turns and her eyes meet yours
RD: "Yea, I tend to do that to people"
>She laughs and smiles
>You're suddenly very aware that your mouth is hanging open
>"Heh--flen," *cough, cough* "Whoa, that was impressive. I totally thought you were going down."
RD: "I'm working on my recovery. I've been riding around trying out various wipeouts. Haven't fallen yet."
>"You board a lot?"
RD: "Not really. Just something I've decided to take up. College life and everything."
>Man, for someone who just started, she's pretty amazing.
RD: "So, my name is Rainbow Dash. I'm here on a track scholarship. What's your name?"
>"Anonymous, but everyone calls me Anon."
RD: "Well, I'm not everyone am I? I'll have to find another name for you, just for me."
>This girl seems interesting
>She's really confident, almost too confident
>You're wondering why she's even talking to you
>That bit about being fast enough to get there was a bit iffy
>You just happened to see her
>Damn it, Anonymous, just accept the fucking compliment
RD: "Walk with me, Anonymous. I'm sure I'll think of a name eventually."
>"Sure, I've got nothing better to do."
>Your shit's still sitting at the front desk
>Whatever, you can't pass up this opportunity
>Rainbow hops up on the board and starts riding alongside you
>She's taller than you now
>Whatever, just deal with it
>No one's said anything for a few seconds now
>Oh, god, the awkward silence is settling in and you only just met her
>Fix this!
>"So, Rainbow, what events do you run in track?"
RD: "Dude, look at me. I'm a sprinter! You'd see my name all over the records board at Cloudsdale High. Made 11 flat in the 100 meter back in April."
>"Wow, that's incredible! Wait, is that good?" You don't know shit about track
>You went to maybe one meet in high school
RD: "Of fucking course that's good! I have the Equestrian record in the 100 meter, 200 meter, long jump, triple jump, and pole vault."
>"Pole vault? They had that in high school? I thought that was just an Equestria Games thing."
RD: "Well, they did at mine. And I was the best. You'd think I have wings, the way I fly over that bar."
>Now you're picturing her on a pole
>Umph
>You're seriously wondering if this girl has a boyfriend
>She has to, what with all those national records
>There's got to be a clever way to ask
>"Wow, with all those records, there have got to be guys killing each other to get you."
>She glances suspiciously at you
RD: "Yea, I guess. But I don't have time for men. I have a future to think about. Maybe even the Equestria Games someday."
>After saying this she sinks a little bit for just a moment, then catches you looking and jumps right back up
RD: "But, hey! That's my dream. I'm shooting for the stars. They're gonna write about me in history books. The girl who broke the unbeatable records."
>You had to admire her arrogance
>She's a bit of a cunt, but at least she's nice
RD: "So, Anon, do you like to run?"
>"Um--"
RD: "Betcha can't beat me to the end of the block!"
>You had to squint your eyes
>Oh, there's the next street
>All the way down there
>You know what, she's gonna beat you anyway
>Just choke down your pride and take it like a man
>Even though you're not sure you even know how to run anymore
RD: "GO!"
>What the fuck?
>Ok, running
>You're supposed to pump your arms with the opposite legs, right?
>Alright, you're getting the hang of this
>Ride like the wind, Anonymous!
>You look up and there's Rainbow
>She's already covered double the distance you've covered
>You finally make it to the other end
>You're on your knees, panting
>Are you dying?
RD: "Well, Anon, I'm gonna have to spend extra time training you."
>*pant* "What?" *pant* "Training?" *pant*
RD: "Well, yea! It'll be fun. Besides, I want to have a bro that can at least almost keep up with me."
>What a cunt
>Or is she a bro?
>A brunt?
>Nah, you'll just call her Dash
RD: "So, Anon, you're clearly not here to play sports. What brought you to U of M?"
...
 
Should you choose C:
 
>There is a purple-haired girl walking to the desk
>And she is simply stunning
>Her hair is perfectly groomed, not a wisp out of place, expertly curled
>She has large diamond earrings, they've got to be real
>She is wearing a white blouse with a black belt hanging lopsidedly around her waist
>A black skirt that goes down to her calves
>And bright, white heels that perfectly accent her feet
>But her face...
>You've never seen anyone so impeccably accentuated
>The perfect amount of blush to make her seem swooning
>Dark purple mascara to bring out the bright lavender of her eyes
>And those lips
>So red
>Literally like a fucking rose
>If you had just seen her face for the first time those lips would be the first thing you see
>They are hanging open just enough for you to see her tongue
>You begin to picture those lips wrapped around your--
RT: "Excuse me, do you have any cleaning supplies? I don't know who cleaned my room but it is NOT up to my standards for sanitation."
>Her voice sounds proper and well-spoken, but not so much to be overbearing
>You bring yourself back to reality and check to make sure you aren't popping
>You are, shit
>You lean against the wall and wrap one leg over the other
>Covered
>Nice
>Looking pretty alpha too
>Just need some sunglasses
Desk Receptionist: "Hold on one moment, we have kits. You'll have to check it out with your ID."
RT: "Thank you. And don't think I won't be speaking with the hall manager about my room... Well, hello there."
>She turned to look at you
>She gives you a gentle smile
>"Hi--" *voice crack* Shit
>*clears throat* "Hi, I'm Anonymous, but you can call me Anon. What's your name?"
>You hold out your hand to shake
>She grimaces at your hand and pushes it down gently with her purse
RT: "Sorry, I'm not much for contact. I have to keep myself looking flawless and I can't do that if I catch something."
>You frown
RT: "Oh, it's nothing against you, darling! I'm this way with everyone. I'm Rarity, by the way."
>"Hi, I'm Anonymous, but you can..." Wait, you said that already
>Fuck, this girl has you by the balls and she doesn't even know it yet
>Or does she...
RT: "Yes, you mentioned."
>She smiles and bats her eyelashes
>You can't help but focus on those god damn lips
>*clears throat again* "So, um, what was wrong with your room?"
RT: "Oh, where do I begin? The curtains are covered in dust. There are crumbs all over my desk. The mattress cover has a stain on it. The mirror has smudges all over it. And that's just off the top of my head. You'd think the best hall of the most top notch school in Equestria would be more clean than this!"
>"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear about that. I haven't seen my room yet. I hope it's not dirty, too."
RT: "Well, if it is, feel free to give me a call and I'd be happy to come and clean it. No one can scrub quite like me~"
>She winks and smiles
>Those lips again
>You go to scratch your head so you can check your boner again
>You've been showing this whole time
>As you lift your head, you notice that Rarity can see it too
>You go red
>She raises her eyes
>Bats her lashes again
>Bites her bottom lip
>Those lips
>Pulls a piece of paper out of her purse
>Slips it in your pocket
>Turns and walks away
>Dat ass
>She glances back once more, giggles and disappears into the stairwell
>You might explode
>You fumble into your pocket to see what's in there
>It's her number, with a lipstick imprint
>Those fucking lips
...
 
Should you choose D:
 
>You see a pale-ish, pink haired girl run past the counter
>Is that a rabbit she's chasing?
FS: "Angel, no! Come back to mama!"
>Angel darts into the stairwell and the girl stops and crouches over, breathing heavily
>Got a decent butt on her
>Anonymous to the rescue
>"I'll catch him. You wait here."
FS: *squeak*
>Ignoring whatever the fuck that was, you run into the stairwell to catch dat wabbit
>You look to the top of the staircase and you can swear the rabbit blew a raspberry at you before taking off up the next flight
>Ok, then
>Up the stairs, two by two
>Please don't trip
>Success
>The rabbit is halfway up the next flight
>You sprint with all you have
>Dive
>If you don't catch this thing this will end very badly for your face
>Rabbit turns around and hops straight at your head
>Legs make contact
>He bounces right off of you and runs back down the stairs
>You manage to get your hands out to catch yourself before hitting your everything on the stairs
>You get back up and run back down after the pesky little fucker
>Oh, no, someone's opening the door to the second floor rooms
>Angel hops through the door and into the hall
>"Hold it open! That rabbit's mine!"
>You probably just scared the shit out of whoever that was, but you'll apologize later
>Angel came upon some carrots and is chowing down
>If you take this slowly you might be able to snag him
>A bystander hands you a laundry basket
>"[whisper]Thanks[/whisper]"
>You tiptoe closer and closer to Angel, who is munching happily away
>Come on, just a little closer
>He turns and sees you
>You throw the basket
>SCORE
>You jump on it before Angel can get out
>Manage to somehow get him back down the stairs to his owner without him biting your face off
FS: "Oh, thank you so much! Angel, you are a naughty little thing. Don't you ever do that to me again! I had to beg so much to get them to leet me keep you here. If something goes wrong, I don't know what will happen!" *squeak*
>Why does she keep doing that?
>"Well, yea, I'd keep him in a cage or something. He'll torment the whole building if he gets out of your room."
FS: "Oh, he doesn't mean it. He just likes to have fun. But I'll make sure to keep him safe in my room. I don't like cages."
>Wow, what a freak
>She is pretty cute, though
>In an innocent sort of way
>And, my god! How could you not notice before?
>Look at them titties!
>You could fit your whole head between those
>Oh, yea, slather them up with lube and shove your dick up in between them
>Mmm...
>But something tells you she might not be up for that kind of thing
>All in good time...
>"Well, my name's Anonymous, but everyone calls me Anon."
FS: "I--I'm Fluttershy."
>How fitting
>"It was nice to meet you. I hope to see you and--Angel--again."
>The little bastard is just glaring at you
...
 
Should you choose E:
 
>There is an attractive looking blonde sitting on a bench in the lobby, eating an apple
>Really attractive, actually
>Her blonde hair goes down past her chest and she has some pulled to the front
>Over her tight, plaid shirt
>Tied off just under her succulent perky breasts
>Which can be easily seen because her top four buttons are undone
>Definitely not wearing a bra
>Her belly button is clearly visible and her denim shorts are pulled down just enough to leave something to the imagination
>Her long, smooth legs are crossed over each other
>She's wearing short little black cowgirl boots and bouncing her foot
>Her entire body is perfectly tanned, natural by the look of it
>And her face has a hint of the sexiest freckles
>Her left arm is crossed under her tits
>And in her right is a bright, red apple
>You're not sure how long she's been watching you
>But those eyes are piercing into your soul
>She slowly opens her mouth and takes a bite out of the apple, maintaining eye contact the whole time
>As she chews the apple, she takes her left arm and pats it twice on the spot next to her, then replaces it
>You don't really have a choice
>You slowly walk toward her, trying to keep your cool
>You're terrified
>You can't even check to see if you're rocking a boner
>She won't stop staring at you
>But you can feel it
>And she probably can too
>As you sit next to her, she stops looking at you and continues looking forward
>Takes another slow bite out of that apple
AJ: "Now sugar cube, I'm not an easy girl to please. But I'm gonna give you a chance cuz I think you're cute."
>She's still just looking straight forward
>That may be the sexiest southern voice you've ever heard
AJ: "If you want a piece of this, you're gonna have to work for it. And I know you want it, Anonymous. I can see that happy little surprise in your pants. And I like what I see~"
>You're trying to find words, but they just aren't there
>You just sit quietly, shaking
>She stands up slowly
>Quick as a bolt, she sticks the apple in your gaping mouth and grabs your crotch in her other hand
>No one's ever grabbed you like that before
>It's nice
AJ: "Don't keep me waitin', Anonymous. This offer won't last long~"
>She releases your manhood, kisses your cheek, and walks away
>Underbutt totally visible
>Bouncing away
>You slowly pull the apple out of your mouth
>Turn it around
>Carved with what looks like teeth: "<3 Applejack"
>This is gonna be a good year
...