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My registration for Canterlot High wasn't too bad, though the vice-principal couldn't take her eyes at me. I could of sworn she was undressing me with her eyes. Anyway, after the paperwork was done the Amazonesque principal with a hypnotizing mixture of hair color welcomed me to her school, with the smaller, dark blue vice-principal (which I found out later that she was the principal's little sister) welcoming me as well.

"We also welcome you to our school anon," she said as I sat alone with her in her dark office while my grandfather and Principal Celestia were finalizing paperwork. Luna was given the task of giving me the orientation. She made her way from her seat and rested her bottom on the desk in front of me. "We do not assume you will cause trouble young man, but if you do..." Vice-Principal Luna said, as she actually bent in front of me, giving me a view of her cleavage down her shirt. She placed her hand firmly on my inner thigh. The vice-principal was disappointed that my dick wasn't on her side of my pants, but she still stared at my erect but scared member with a hunger as if my dick was the antelope and she was the cheetah. "Like we was saying, cause any trouble, and we can get... imaginative with our punishments."

It didn't go anything beyond that (which was relieving but disappointing at the same time), but after we were done my grandfather allowed me to walk around town to familiarize myself to this place. First (any only) stop was downtown. This downtown was nothing like back home. Back home the only sky you could of seen was right above you, any other direction and the sky was replaced by the cold, dominating, steel of the skyscrapers. This downtown was also a whole lot quieter too, though I passed by the many shops that should of been packed if it was Fillydelphia.

"Young, full of energy, and you have alot of pretty girls in this town. They are alot cleaner than the girls in Fillydephia". Granddad's comment was swimming in my mind the whole time: the old pervert was right.

I passed by a animal clinic, where inside a cute girl with yellow skin and pink hair was sitting at the receptionist desk, smiling as she was filling out paperwork.

At the same time, a cute, toned girl with blueish skin and an amazing mix of color in her hair jogged passed me. "Coming Through!" she screamed as I calmly sidestepped to let her through, not before taking a peek at her dancing booty cheeks that passed me.

Across the street, a small pack of teens entered a well designed bakery shop. Outside of the bakery a couple sitting outside was being entertained by their waitress. Pink curly Hair and pink skin. What mesmerized me was her baby blue eyes, and bouncing breasts that complemented her even more bouncy demeanor.

A small, beat up, pickup truck drove by with a few occupants on the truck bed. sitting against the truck cabin was a cute girl around my age. She had blond hair and orange skin, with freckles showing her body like sprinkles. We stared at each other for a second as I looked deep into her friendly, green eyes. She smiled and tipped her hat in a very friendly manor.

A few shops later, on one of the corners, was a boutique where I saw through the windows a very beautiful white skinned girl with purple hair. Judging by the beauty of the dress she was working on inside the shop, this girl had a excellent knack for beauty. That girl honestly could be a model if she went that route as well. Her beauty distracted me long enough to feel the force of a ton of books and a body falling on me.

Oh this fucker is gonna get it now, I thought as I was preparing to get off from the ground and start swinging.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the beautiful voice spoke. I opened to see the purple woman straddling on top of me, trying to see if I was okay.

"Its okay..." I said, tying to shield my eyes from the sun.

"Twilight. My name is Twilight Sparkle," she said. The situation was eerily like what happened a few days ago, I could of felt her panties on my crotch. this time however, she was too concentrated on helping me. As she stood up, I noticed the light pink panties and instantly my boner was activated.

She extended her hand to me but I rejected it, preferring to help myself up.

That fragile little body can't possibly lift me up.

She began to kneel down to lift her books, so I decided to help. The books she read were amazing. It was all advanced: science, math, history, and most importantly... "The Pony Sutra and you". I held on to that book as I helped her retrieve the rest her books.

"I'm Anon, I'm new around here," I said, breaking the ice.

"Really?" Twilight Sparkle said as she was checking her overloaded book bag. "I moved from North Fillydelphia earlier this Summer."

"No shit? I came from south Fillydelphia," I said with an exited smile.

"I would say to watch the words Anon, but seeing you are from south Fillydelphia, you still would use them."

"Woah, woah!" I said with a laugh, "Where did THAT come from?"

"Sorry anon," Twilight Sparkle said. "My mom is always talking about how bad South Fillydelphia can be. She grew up there before she met my dad"

"I don't blame her," I said with a smile.

Twilight smiled back as she looked around for the missing book. That missing book was the one I handed to her personally, causing her to blush uncontrollably.

"I see you like the finer things in life, Miss Sparkle," I said with a devilish grin.

Twilight was clearly embarrassed. "Well, I do love the pursuit of all kinds of knowledge."

"So, do you have a boyfriend or a booty call to help you 'practice'?" I asked.

ANON, DON'T EVEN.

Technically, I'm single...

Twilight blushed even more, hiding the bottom half of her face behind the book. "No, I'm still a virgin. I'm just curious about that subject."

"Well, I'm more than willing to help you 'study.'"

Twilight laughed "Maybe some other time Anon, but I have to head home. I'll see you in school!" Twilight Sparkle said as she walked away still blushing.

A cold sweat broke through me as I found the only basketball court inside the town's only park.

Last time I played that game was...

I promised myself I wouldn't play anymore as long as I was here.

You also promised you wouldn't hit on the women too, dumb ass.

Fuck it.

The stripes here were okay, but they looked like children compared to the ballers of South Filly. Sitting on the small hilly grass overlooking the game was a cute striped girl.

She makes it even numbers, I thought as I made my way to them. They stopped the game and looked at me with blank faces.

"Hey guys, mind if I join?" I asked the group. They began to laugh uncontrollably.

"You's really think you can run with us solid? Ok's lets see what you can do," the leader of this group replied.

It was a slaughter. Whatever they threw at me, I used it against them. Double team, triple team, it didn't matter. When they protected the ark, I scored on the paint. When they defended the paint, I shot three pointers over their head.

"Fuck son, I didn't know anyone from this town can ball," the leader said.

"I'm not from here, I'm from South Filly," I answered.

The leaders eyes lit up.

"Huh, you's from south filly? and you's green? you's name's Anon right?" the leader asked.

"How the fuck did you know?" I asked defensively. I was ready to defend myself if I needed in case they wanted the bounty.

"Heard about you's Anon. You's a my cousin's zigga, now you's my zigga. My name's MaMaSe-MaMaSa-
MaMaCooSa, o' Mase for short."

I gave him a smile and a nod. "You my zigga too, Mase."

All the stripes looked at me with deathly stares when I said that.

Welp, I'm about to get my ass whooped.

They all began to laugh again, that was until someone showed up and caused a big scene.

"Hey stop using the z-words you bigots!" he screamed.

"You mean us?" I asked.

"Yes. That word is offensive. Knock it off you bigots."

"Are you a striped?" Mase asked.

The guy cleared his throat before continuing. "No, but I find the mere existence of racial slurs offensive based on the concept of them, not on behalf of anyone, just that they exist. Putting any label on someone - especially a label with historically associated negativity - opens the door for generalization, stereotypes, and unfair assumptions."

We all looked at him and then to each other, our minds saying it in unison.

This Zigga

"You's offended now zigga?" Mase laughed as some of the bigger stripes had the man upside down, dunking him into the toilet in the park's public restroom every ten seconds.

"Anon, my zigga, you's from Filthydeplhphia, you's know what to do's."

I gave him a smile and I flushed the toilet as they dunked him. Afterwards, they let him down, the man was coughing on the bathroom floor as we walked away from the larger stall that was meant for handicapped visitors..

Mase patted me on the back. "great job zig...oh sorry did I heart you's feelings Anon?"

We all laughed and went to chill at Mase's house afterwards.