A Unique College Experience

“Come in,” Celestia’s rich contralto answered the knock on her office door. She quickly shuffled her previous task away to clear a spot on the desk for the new student’s paperwork. Her appointment book for the day had listed only one meeting, a mid-year enrollment candidate, and her assumption that the student would be several minutes late had turned out false. The knock had come precisely as the clock struck noon.

“Please, take a seat,” Celestia directed, failing to look up in the midst of retrieving the necessary file. She glanced at the name and other biographical details quickly. “Miss Spark—le.” Celestia’s usual smooth, sultry voice developed an odd crack. Her eyes widened as she read the name and her gaze quickly darted up to the young lady sitting across from her.

There was no denying it. From the color of her hair, to her eyes and complexion, this young woman looked exactly like Twilight Sparkle, twice mysterious visitor to Canterlot High School. Even down to her voice, as Celestia learned a moment later. The only real differences were the pair of square-framed glasses perched on her petite nose and the bun she kept her hair in, instead of letting it down.

“Is there something on my face?” Twilight cocked her head to the side, raising a hand to inspect by touch. “I don’t have food stuck in my teeth, do I?”

“I’m sorry?” Celestia asked automatically.

“Well you’ve been staring at me for forty-seven point eight seconds now,” Twilight explained, picking at her teeth with a fingernail.

“Oh!” A slight blush spread over Celestia’s cheeks as she shook her head. “Pardon me. You just happen to bear a striking resemblance to a young lady who was involved in a couple of rather notable incidents at my former job.” Celestia glanced down at the paperwork in front of her and turned to Twilight’s transcripts. “But you don’t seem to be familiar at all with Canterlot High School. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow, her eyes betraying the gears suddenly turning in her head at the mention of Canterlot High. “Oh uh, no harm done. Sometimes when I get too into reading the paper, breakfast gets unexpectedly messy,” Twilight said, ceasing to prod at her face and returning her hand to her lap. “And I would have liked to attend CHS. I’d read that it’s quite strong in academics, among other things. But commuting from Manehattan wasn’t exactly practical for a high school student.”

Celestia smiled. “As principal I did strive for outstanding achievement from my students. Part of me didn’t like to leave, but my sister is quite capable of continuing the legacy.” She scanned over the paperwork again. “With your level of scholarship we would have been happy to have you.

“Although I do note a lack of academics during the past twelve months,” Celestia’s brow wrinkled at the odd discrepancy.

“A lack of formal academics. Nothing I can claim for credit, except possibly by examination,” Twilight explained, blinking as she refocused her mind back on her college application. “I graduated halfway through my senior year and spent the last twelve months overseas for medical reasons. I did employ a number of private tutors in a wide range of subjects during my travel, but I had no formal schooling.”

“That is quite an impressive itinerary,” Celestia smiled as she turned the page and read over the appended list of subjects. “There are a few things here we could consider for credit by exam if you feel confident enough in them. We can discuss it in a couple weeks once you’ve had time to settle in to campus life.”

Celestia turned to the final application page, listing medical conditions. She pursed her lips. “You said you spent a year abroad for medical reasons, but there is nothing listed here.” She held up the blank declarations form.

“Because that form specifically specifies academically sensitive conditions. My medical situation doesn’t have any affect on my academic viability.”

Celestia started to apologize, but Twilight continued on.

“Instead, I noted it on my housing survey.”

Celestia flipped through several financial forms until she found the on-campus housing paperwork. She flipped past all the usual matchmaking questions to the write-in section. She blinked. “You’re intersex?”

Twilight nodded. “I identify as female and am a functional female in all respects. Fully functional in theory, though I don’t intend to attempt bearing a child until I finish college at the very least. But in addition, I also have a semi-functioning penis.” Her tone was perfectly matter-of-fact, as if she were discussing something as mundane as the weather.

“Semi-functioning?” Celestia knew that she shouldn’t pry, but part of her was simply too curious.

Twilight ticked off on her fingers. “Arousal, erection, orgasm, and ejaculation. But no chance of fertilization. I have a fully formed prostate, but only partially formed testes. They produce enough testosterone for my penis and prostate to function, but they don’t produce any viable gametes. It’s an incredibly rare combination. My time abroad was spent in part to gather as many additional doctoral opinions as possible.”

“I—I see.” Celestia cleared her throat and tried to cool the heat rising to her cheeks. “I hope I didn’t offend you. I really should not have asked such a question.”

Twilight simply shook her head, seeming quite unfazed.

“Very well.” Celestia cleared her throat. “Canterlot University mainly adopts a hands-off approach to trans individuals, or intersex in your case. Non-binary individuals, let’s say.” Celestia pursed her lips before continuing. “Beyond declaring your preferred gender, the exact makeup of your body is your own business.

“You said you identify as female, and you certainly appear so outwardly. Did you have a specific reason for declaring anything beyond that?”

Twilight nodded. “I felt it was prudent in light of my past. Prior to my high school years, I grew up in a small rural town: Ponyville. Since I’d already decided that being a girl suited me, and my body seemed to be developing that way, my parents decided that it would be best if I simply hid the fact that I had penis.

“I attended public school for everything except PE and Sex Ed, with an acceptable cover story.” Twilight’s steady, resolved gaze dropped to her lap. “Even at a young age, I found the masquerade easy; just be mindful in the bathroom and choose my clothing with care. I was always guarded and liked books better than friends.

“But despite my parents’ robust sex education curriculum, puberty was not something I could prepare for. And since they didn’t know, the school staff were just as shocked as the students when my condition became known. In a small town, news travels fast. Thankfully, my father was able to secure a new astronomy job in Manehattan pretty quickly, a promotion he’d been working toward in any case, but the whole experience made me even more of a recluse in high school.”

Twilight’s head came back up, her eyes back on Celestia. “Since it’s my decision now, I’d rather my situation be known to a couple of trustworthy administrators upfront, in case I’m outed again by mischance. If I hadn’t been assigned to a female advisor, I would have requested a change. I figured that a woman would be more sympathetic.”

“I see, yes.” Celestia nodded, slightly dumbstruck at the long explanation. She rallied quickly, shuffling through the paperwork again and taking a closer look at Twilight’s housing application. “That’s probably a wise decision, and I’ll certainly do my best to find a solution. I see you’re looking for on-campus housing and you’ve requested a single room.”

Twilight nodded.

“I imagine there weren’t many off-campus solutions available at this time of year. Unfortunately, there’s not much left here either.” For the first time, Celestia turned to the computer on her desk. “I’ll have to check to be sure, but we’ve had a record low number of mid-year dropouts this year.”

A few quiet moments went by with the click of the keyboard as the only sound. “As I thought,” Celestia frowned, turning back to Twilight. “There are no singles available, and only a few students in need of a roommate to fill out a double room.

“I see.” Twilight’s lips curled into a frown.

“You’ll probably have a tough time hiding your p—” Celestia couldn’t bring herself to actually say the word ‘penis’ in front of the young woman, “your extra equipment from a roommate.” Twilight nodded her agreement. “And, pardon me for being blunt, but you sound like you might be in need of a few friends.”

At Celestia’s last comment, Twilight blushed quite heavily, breaking her stoicism. “I don’t—I mean, I would like to have some friends, but it’s difficult. It’s much harder to hide my penis now than when I was younger.”

“I can only imagine,” Celestia said with a wry smile. “But I have a few specific people in mind. Several of my former students started here this year, and Pinkie Pie in particular is in need of a new roommate.

“Now, I won’t lie to you.” Celestia held up her hands apologetically. “Pinkie has already been through two other roommates; she’s a bit eccentric and more than a little exuberant. But she’s also absolutely reliable when it comes to keeping a secret and extremely loyal as a friend, second only to Rainbow Dash.”

“Well, that does sound promising. I’ve been told that I study too hard sometimes. All of my less-than-stellar grades came from over-preparedness, not under.” Twilight gave an embarrassed smile, but her expression did brighten a bit. “Is there anything else I should know?”

Celestia grimaced. “Yes, I suppose you’d better find out now.” She sighed, knowing that she’d backed herself into a corner. “Pinkie and the rest of her friends have some history with you, in a way.”

She continued on, ignoring the dumbfounded, but curious expression on Twilight’s face. “They were involved in those incidents I mentioned with the girl who looked like you. In fact, she was you in a way; Twilight Sparkle from another world.” Celestia held up a hand, forestalling any objections. “I know it sounds crazy and not scientifically possible, but you’ll just have to trust me that it’s absolutely true. That’s why I was in such shock when you walked in today.”

Twilight’s teeth clicked shut, finding nothing worth saying in response to all of her aborted, extra-curricular high school research suddenly being so casually confirmed.

“The important point, though,” Celestia said, “is that while I will have to explain the situation to Pinkie before she makes her own assumptions, once I do, she’ll almost certainly be willing and eager to befriend you on the spot. If you’re willing to expend a little effort, it’s an opportunity to make six friends in no time at all. And I happen to know that they’re all quite accepting young women. Would you really want to pass that up?”

Twilight cocked her head and gave a small smile that slowly grew wider. “No, I suppose not.”

“Great!” Celestia beamed. “The rest of your application has already passed all the necessary checks. Pinkie is one of the few students who elected to stay over the break, so give me a few minutes to get your student status officially approved and we can visit the housing office. Normally I’d turn you over to one of their staff, but in your case, I’ll be handling everything personally.”

“Thank you, very much.” Twilight stood and gave a short bow in a manner much more common overseas.

A blush tinged Celestia cheeks and she turned to give her undivided attention to the computer. For a moment as Twilight stood and bent at the waist, Celestia was certain that she’d seen the slight outline of a bulge through the young woman’s slacks.

Celestia knocked on the dorm room door for a third time, the sound of her tightly clenched knuckles against the wood echoing down the hallway. The door itself was plastered with what looked to be about one hundred balloon stickers in a dazzling mixture of pink, yellow, and blue.

“Pinkie Pie, are you around?!” Celestia’s raised voice called out against the door. The students she and Twilight had passed in the lobby all confirmed that Pinkie had just recently come back to the building and they had not seen her leave again. Still no response came from the door.

Celestia sighed. “I’m sorry about delay, Twilight. I should have called her cell phone before we came all the way over here.”

“That wouldn’t have helped you find me! I left it in my room when I went to do my laundry and take a shower!”

Twilight blushed, looking over Celestia’s shoulder and instinctively hiding as best she could behind the taller woman. She watched as the owner of that high pitched, excited voice bounced down the corridor toward them. Her poofy pink hair jiggled just as much as her ample bust, her body covered only by a fairly skimpy yellow and blue striped bath towel.

Celestia’s eyes bulged as she spun around to face the girl she’d been looking for. “Pinkie! What possessed you to be out in the hall naked like this? Don’t you at least have a bathrobe?”

“It’s in the laundry! And I’m not naked, I have a towel.” Pinkie trilled in her brightest singsong voice. “C’mon, this is a girls-only floor, it’s okay!”

“That doesn’t mean there won’t be any male students visiting.” Celestia pressed her fingers to her temples.

Pinkie blew a raspberry, pursing her lips tight. “Pfft. Like the boys are going to complain about a free show.” She emphasized her point by shaking her bust beneath the towel.

Celestia sighed. “Never mind. Just please hurry up and get dressed, I found you a new roommate.”

Twilight took a tentative step to the side and let Pinkie get a good look at her for the first time. In a blur of colors and a cry of “Twilight!” Pinkie wrapped her prospective roommate up in a bone crushing hug.

Between her fast motion and the sudden occupation of her arms in the noble act of hugging, Pinkie’s towel began to slip. The front remained pinned in place, crushed hard against Twilight’s blouse. The back, however, flew open, giving Celestia an unfettered view of Pinkie’s voluptuous and completely naked rear end.

Twilight stood stock still in Pinkie’s grip, as if she’d lost a staring contest with a cockatrice. Her panicking brain tried desperately to conjure images of glaciers and icebergs to halt her body’s inevitable reaction at being pressed against Pinkie’s soft, curvy body with so little cloth separating them.

Letting out a groan as Pinkie eagerly hugged and nuzzled against her supposed friend, Celestia gathered up the loose ends up Pinkie’s towel and held them closed as she herded the two students into Pinkie’s room.

As soon as the door closed, Twilight was flopped unceremoniously onto Pinkie’s bed. She and Celestia watched helplessly as Pinkie tossed aside her towel and stood naked in front of them. Although transfixed herself by the display of exhibitionism, out of the corner of her eye, Celestia noticed Twilight sit up straight and cross her legs.

The whole impromptu strip show lasted only for a moment before Pinkie slipped into her bra and panties and wiggled into solid pink leggings and a long-sleeved white shirt. Celestia briefly reconsidered the wisdom of thrusting Pinkie and Twilight together in light of Pinkie’s demonstrated lack of body modesty and the effect it seemed to have on Twilight’s p—unusual anatomy.

Celestia cleared her throat. “Pinkie, she isn’t the Twilight you think she is.”

Pinkie bounced excitedly, chest still quivering copiously despite wearing a bra. “You mean Princess Twilight came back again?! Did she decide to come to school with us? Isn’t that going to make her pony friends sad?” Tears welled up in Pinkie’s puppy dog eyes.

Celestia blinked, her jaw dropping open. “No, no. This is the Twilight from our world. But how did you know already?”

Pinkie’s expression snapped back to normal as she bounded over to the bed and plopped down next to Twilight, throwing an arm around her and batting at her hair bun. “Duh! Because she’s wearing glasses and has a funny hairdo. Princess Twilight didn’t wear any and she lets her hair hang loose!” She wiggled Twilight’s eyewear and giggled at the dumbstruck look Celestia gave her. “What?! I saw this cutie walking down the street when I visited Manehattan a few years ago. It wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

“A-alright,” Celestia stammered. “Well, if you haven’t scared her to death and she would still like to be your roommate, I was hoping that you might Introduce Twilight to your friends and help make her feel welcome.”

Pinkie saluted with her free arm. “You can count on me Princi—oop, I mean Celestia. What do ya say Twi-Twi?” Pinkie gave Twilight a squeeze and a nuzzle for good measure.

Twilight reached a hand up to straighten her glasses after Pinkie’s exuberancy had knocked them askew. “I-it will take a bit of adjusting, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

Pinkie squealed and wrapped both arms around Twilight again, crushing her ample bosom into the young woman’s upper arm. For a brief moment as Pinkie wrapped her up in the embrace, Twilight’s eyes locked on her new roommate’s soft, pink lips as they appeared to be on a collision course with her own. Thankfully, the potential crisis was mitigated, though not totally averted, as Pinkie aimed for her cheek instead, giving it a quick brush with her lips and giving her another enthusiastic nuzzle.

A blush tinged Twilight’s cheeks, not alone from Pinkie’s warm breath in her ear. The arm wrapped around her was resting right across her own bust, gently squishing against her relatively modest mounds. Twilight had to squeeze her crossed thighs a little tighter together to hide her inevitably growing erection.

The whole spectacle had played out too quickly for Celestia to do anything about it, but now Celestia’s attention was drawn to Twilight’s twitching limbs. A bit of a blush crossed her own cheeks as she realized what the young woman’s tightly crossed legs meant. She took a deep breath to calm herself before interrupting.

“Pinkie, I need to talk to Twilight for a moment, then I can leave you two to get to know each other. Alright?” Celestia stepped forward and placed a hand gently on Pinkie’s shoulder.

“Okie Dokie Lokie!” Pinkie giggled, leaping away from Twilight and flopping back against her bed. “Have fun! See ya in a bit, Twi-Twi!”

As Celestia moved for the door, she motioned for Twilight to follow. Twilight stood up carefully, doing her best to keep herself pointed away from Pinkie’s line of sight. After a couple of steps, almost as an afterthought, she stopped and looked over her shoulder to gave Pinkie a smile. “Thanks, Pinkie. I’ll be right back.”

Celestia gently clicked the door closed behind Twilight, shutting out the sight and sound of Pinkie squealing and kicking her legs in delight. Checking up and down the corridor to make sure there were no other students in earshot, Celestia leaned in, murmuring just above a whisper.

“I’m sorry if Pinkie was too forward. I forgot just how excitable and touchy-feely she can be.” Celestia sighed. “If you’re having second thoughts, I can try to smooth things over with her.”

Twilight held up her hands, lips curled in an almost pained smile. “No, no. I meant what I said. Meeting her was a bit of a shock, but she seemed nice enough.” A fresh blush spread slowly across her face. “I didn’t expect to see quite so much of her, but I’m sure I can get used to it.”

“Well, if you’re sure, then I’ll wish you good luck.” Celestia reached into her pocket and handed over a room key and building keycard. “I’m sure Pinkie would be thrilled to show you around the various amenities.” She leant in a bit further, lowering her voice another notch. “And concerning your secret, whatever time you think is best to inform her, just remember that if you ask Pinkie to keep it a secret, you can be sure that she will.”

Twilight nodded solemnly. “On that subject, I think I’ll go get the possessions I brought with me first. I could use a little time to calm down.”

As she turned back to the dorm room door, Celestia’s gaze was inevitably drawn toward Twilight’s crotch. There was no mistaking it now, that slight bulge that might have just been a trick of the light before was quite prominent now. Her face lit up red as she noticed Twilight press a palm against it to adjust herself before opening the door again.

“Pinkie, I’ll be right back. I’m going to run down to my car and get my things first.”

“Oooooh! I’ll come help!” The door burst open and slammed closed again as a pink blur rocketed through, snatching up Twilight and propelling her down the corridor. “Just show me where you’re parked!”

Celestia stood for a moment, stunned and still red-faced, as she watched the two girls leave. She couldn’t help squeezing her thighs together as she realized that the heat rising within her body was not confined to her face. She inhaled a deep breath before heading for the building exit herself, her imagination overflowing with images.

A small part of her, smaller than she cared to admit, knew it was wrong to lust after a young woman just over half her age, even if she was legally an adult. But the rest of her, more than she ever would have thought possible, was glad of two facts. Firstly, that her schedule for the day was now completely empty. But second, and more importantly, that her office had its own private, and reasonably soundproofed, washroom attached.