>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.