My name's Daniel - Daniel Blaze. A student who was taught combat arts at a young age. Then again, I'm not much of someone you see in a guard. I have my weaknesses too. In fact, they sound a little embarrassing, so I wouldn't ask.

I was studying in Canterlot High for a great education as well as a place in the guard. My grades are as decent as ever, but people keep saying that I should try harder. I had some friends with me that say otherwise, since they were looking to be in the guard service too. Not that they're offending the school or anything, but they were always talking about looking for adventure, which doesn't include hitting the books day and night. They held some excellence, but not with grades. Some of them were homeschooled, while others intended to drop out. I couldn't blame them, though. They had their own paths to choose from as well as I do, so nobody is quick to judge by the edge of the sword.

Speaking of which, I am indeed good with a sword, even though I wasn't born with it. I used to do combat with my Dad, who was a guard commander before my birth, now a colonel. He has retired from service as soon as I was born, and since then he and my mom had a sense of chemistry. Unfortunately, her life was short-lived afterwards, and Dad was all I had left. Her death was sudden, but it didn't scar me that much since I heard from Dad when I was about eleven. In fact, he told me not to even worry about where she lied, and always remember where I stood. He was the only person that taught me to stay strong or go home. Apparently, the latter would always mean to give up everything altogether, which is never an option.

That's where the combat came in. His style, from what I can remember, is using two swords. It was the easiest for anyone who has been in the service for as long he has, but not for anyone who has fought him in the field. Even the sword he has given me couldn't touch him. It was a red blade sword, with the hilt is encrusted in uncanny hieroglyphics. The scales were set on the left side of the blade, while my dad's had the scales set on the right. He held both of them in a specific stance, while I held one of them in a slightly similar stance. It felt good holding on to a treasured weapon, and I could imagine myself being just like him.

I was set with a goal to become a guard, but he gave me an option to study general skills like reading and writing. If I get good grades, I would get a chance to train with him like the old days. Also, he told me that I shouldn't mix schoolwork with combat unless I had a brain, and he was right. But, what he hasn't taught me was about women. From what I remember before my mom died, he met her as a single housemare, and everything else fell into place. He has never mentioned a fun about her, but he used to say that they loved each other very much, and spent their every moment before me. It would've been the best family moment I have, but he and I managed the play the cards that were dealt. I would figure that he wouldn't wanna risk the same fate every time he meets a woman, but if that were the case, we would be gynophobics, meaning afraid of women.

From what I see, Canterlot High contained a smorgasbord of students, both human and anthropomorphic species. As the principal Celestia would always say, "We are united, never to part. We are together, never to be lonesome, for friendship is endless, and so are we." For years in that era, humans and anthro ponies have been working and learning together. Of course, some of them would be considered friends, while others are possibly enemies - Just like any high school! Of course, aside of everything else, I could always remember one of the days I spent there...

***

As I walked through the brightening hallway of the school, I saw one of my friends checking in his locker and having trouble.

"Hi, Cash Counter." I greeted. Cash Counter is an lime green earth colt with slick pushed-back hair, and wears a wine red casual shirt, a suit pants with belt, and Italian shoes, and on his head a visor hat.

"Blaze! Nice to see ya!" Cash greeted back with a smile. "Hey, I have a question for ya!"

"Shoot." I permitted.

Who do you think is gonna be next to represent us at the next Friendship Games? I've already placed my bet for Canterlot's finest, Sunset Shimmer." Cash claimed. I nodded, blankly agreeing with him.

"Sunset Shimmer, huh?" I repeated. "You do realize that the Friendship Games isn't for another few months.

Cash out a hand on his shoulder. "I know, I know. I just wanted your opinion on it. Think of it as a pre-game show."

"Since when did you get involved in sports?" I wondered, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Since I made an investment out of town." Cash said, counting some dollar bills. "Oh, that reminds me, P.E. Time, which means that you should start practicing, because I've got hundreds of votes on you and Bulk Biceps on mixed sword fight."

I rolled my eyes as soon as the bell rung, and as he said, I had to head for P.E. to practice. It was then I was stopped by a buff white stallion with large muscles. He was wearing a large white torn-up undershirt, red beat-up workout pants, and green army boots.

"Watch yourself, big guy!" He shouted.

"Sorry about that, Bulk Biceps." I apologized. He told me not to worry about it, since you have some training to do.

"By the way," Bulk added. "Coach wanted me to tell you not to get too worked up on your studies, ok?"

I thanked Bulk for the advice before taking my leave for practice.

***

Several years later, I came across a large building of what looked like my school. It wasn't long before I saw the sign reading, "Grand Re-opening of Our New School! Welcome to Great Equestria Academy!". What didn't change at the slightest at this place is that it happened to keep the old statue. It did all right, but I saw that it was followed by another set of statues. I walked through the gates and looked around, seeing a wonderful amount of space, which I wouldn't be surprised if this was the exact breezeway from the old Canterlot days. But then, something struck me as odd is that there are so many mares, and not a male creature in sight. This is where my gynophobia possibly starts to kick in. I took a deep breath and began walking to the middle building, unaware of some mares glancing at me. Maybe Principal Celestia has an explanation for this...

As soon as I knocked on the door, I saw a shadow filling it. I quickly looked back and saw none other that Principal Celestia herself.

"Oh, Mr. Blaze. How nice of you to drop by." she greeted, levitating a box full of books and charts. She then levitated a shiny gold key and injected inside the lock before turning it, unlocking and opening it. She permitted me to come inside as she sat on her desk. I entered and sat at a chair in front of her.

"So, Mr. Blaze, is there anything I can do for you?" Principal Celestia asked properly.

"Yeah, actually." I answered. "I have been wondering about the new building."

Celestia explained, using her magic to organize her folders. "Well, It's kind of our newest development. Since the number of students grew, the capacity of our old building would be too much to handle. So after last year, the board had a meeting, and we came to a solution that the high school becomes a university. And not only that, we happened to change Canterlot High and turned it into Great Equestria Academy."

She then explained another weird story that for some reason the ratio of male and female students were at an uncanny balance, being that there are more mares than colts. In this case, even if there was to be one colt, the result stood that the school would be an all-female school. Befuddled, I blinked at the result, finding myself in a bad situation. If it is an all-female school, this would probably be a nightmare.

***

As soon as I walked out of the office, I saw a beautiful setting sun glowing its orange rays throughout the breezeway.

"Well, hello there." A flirty voice greeted. I turned around and saw in front of the sun rays an orange earth mare with dark blue hair, wearing a red tank top, blue and white workout shorts and tan sandals.

"Oh, uh..hi." I greeted nervously without making a sudden move. The mare giggled and leaned in closer to me with half-lidded eyes. I introduced my name to her before she did the same without shame. Her name is Orange Afterglow.

"You're pretty cute." She flirted, putting a hand on my chest. "And you look totally badass."

"Well, I uh... have been working out." I gulped.

"Really?" Orange purred, stroking her body upwards before nearly pressing herself against me, closing in on my lips. "That turns me on... In fact, it just makes me wanna eat you up..."

Just as her lips were about to touch mine, a random mare called loudly. "Hey!"

We then turned to see a green muscle-built mare giving a venomous look at me and Orange.

"What's with you and always getting the guy?" She interrogated, approaching us.

"Jealous much?" Orange taunted, unaware that the muscle-built mare quickly snatched me from her. It was then my face was pressed to her chest, which led me to blush a heavy red.

"Besides, I'll bet you prefer a mare with a buff body over a slutty sourdough, huh?"

"I don't think so, missy." Another mare approached with crossed arms. "And that's how you're gonna greet a new student..."

"Please, Ms. Prissy Pumps." The muscle-built mare retorted. "You act so innocent, but seeing dick makes you an animal. I know you see it."

Orange stomped angrily to the two mares, making them argue. While they were on their tantrums, I took the opportunity of running away form them.

"Oh man, this really is a nightmare right now." I exclaimed, taking no notice of some mares I passed by wondering where I was running to. I stopped for a while and took a breather, looking back and walking to a wall. I then leaned my back on it and peeped around, hoping that the coast is clear. After looking both ways, I wiped the sweat off my forehead and went the other way, but was quickly tackled. After rolling a few feet out in the open breezeway, I was laying there, suddenly surrounded by a crowd of mares, who then looked down and gave either lust-filled looks or kneeled down with hungry smirks.

"GULP! Father, help me..."

Author's Notes:

This is a request for Shadicbro Brony, who I would like to thank for sending. It has taken long to come up with it, and not fall off topic, but it's the best that I can pull off at the matter, so forgive for this. Whether I can continue with Mojo's story, or add a part two to this is entirely up to you. Hope you guys enjoyed, and thanks again for reading.