Who Needs Brains with Tits "Thith" Big?!

"Don'th leth the glathhes fool you...

"...I'm really not very thmart."

Thith ith why I needed to attend a preparatory thchool if I had any chance of attending a good college, ath my gradeth were abythmal! Yeah, I know that'th a fancy word, but it's one of the few I know, having thudied for weekth before I thent in my application to the Manechether Preparatory Thchool of Culinary Arth, in one of the outer thuburbth of Baltimare. I'd done my rethearch and found that it wath thmall enough that my meager gradeth might not exclude me from acceptance but thtill accredited tho that I could tranthfer to a higher confectionary college thuch ath the one in Manehatten...or pothhibly Canterlot!

Even though I wath happy being a thult for the path year, I thill had my cutie-mark in candy-making, tho that'th what I would do!

Tho, I thuppothe you're all wondering why I'm not at home anymore? Well, apparently, my thepthfather lefth one morning without a word, the BATHARD!! And I wath THO happy!! After that, my Mom and I decided I couldn't thay in Ponyville without finally completing my education, tho thince I'd only mithhed a year, I thill had time to go to college, though I needed to make up my gradeth at a prep thchool.

Tho, after a few weekth of preparation, I bid my friendth goodbye and headed off to my new thcool in Manechether.

Ath I rode the train, I brooded over how mad I wath at my thtepdad for leaving! How could he?! Me and Mom did everything he wanted, and he juth...left?! Then and there, I made up my mind to leave guyth alone, for if one could be thuch a jerk, then they all could!

...tho I wathn't ready for what awaited me at my new thcool...

As she bounced off the train, dragging her wheeled suitcase, and made her way to her new campus, a feeling of unease began to settle over the busty redhead. The campus lay before her, all manicured lawns and ordered trees, with a small lake far off to the left. She could see several students casually walking around, or sitting under the trees talking together, or playing an impromptu game of hoofball or flying disc. The wind shifted, and the delicious scents from all the baking kitchens reached her nose. The scene was all very peaceful and idyllic, so why was she beginning to feel like a cornered animal? But as she jiggled through the front gates, she soon got her answer as she stopped and took a good look around. Guys. Guys everywhere.

...and it looked like every one of them had suddenly stopped...and was staring...at HER.

She swallowed nervously, put her head down, gripped her suitcase tighter, and continued walking until she'd reached inside the halls and to the Admissions Office. Her cheeks burned as she felt her ass heating up from all the stares she could almost physically sense, and she was beginning to wonder how she had missed this was an all-male college! There hadn't been any mention in any of the brochures, or maybe she'd just missed that critical detail.

So, it was a great relief when she finally made it to the front desk of Admissions and saw an older mare sitting there! With a bright smile, Twist said, "Hello! You don'th know HOW glad I am to thee another mare!"

The mare looked up at her over her glasses and smiled back. "First time here, honey?" Twist rapidly nodded, which made her tits shake as well! The mare held out her hand. "Do you have your admission papers?" Twist took off her backpack, plopped it on the desk, then rummaged around inside of it until she found all her papers, then handed them over with a smile. While the mare was looking over her receipts, Twist glanced around the room...then blushed. Just as outside, the room was filled with guys...and just as before, it seemed that every single one of them was looking at her as if they hadn't had a meal in ages!

Maybe...she shouldn't have worn such a tiny miniskirt...

Lowering her voice, she leaned slightly over the desk and asked, "Umm...ith thith college a "male-only" one?" She cast a nervous look around before adding, "I theem to be the only mare...bethidth you, and I mighth have made a mithake..."

The Admissions mare startled slightly as she looked up at her again, then she smiled once more. "That's...a cute accent you have there, sweetie!" She leaned forward and whispered back herself, "My guess is it's going to make you very popular around here!" She then sat back and said, "To answer your question: No, this isn't an "all-male" institution; there are simply not many mares who apply to this small culinary college." She stamped Twist's papers and handed them back to her with a grin. "Here are your classroom assignments and dorm arrangement. Have fun!" As she took her papers back and turned away, she noticed for the first time the older mare was very buxom and then heard her voice take a rather... sensuous tone as the next student (who was, of course, male) stepped up behind her in line. She looked behind her as she was walking away and saw her remove her glasses and slowly unbutton the top of her blouse, then lean forward as she was talking to the student, then heard her giggle like a teenager.

Thweet Celethetia...what have I gotten mythelf into?

With room assignment in hand, she carefully made her way to her building (after stopping several times to consult campus maps that had been placed along walkways) and took a moment before stepping inside. The building was three stories high, made of red brick, and from her friendship with Apple Bloom, she recognized the bright green ivy growing profusely up the outer walls as 'Hedera helix,' well known (according to her farmer friend!) as an air purifier and an anesthetic. The front doors were curved and looked like they'd been carved from ancient, weathered wood, with dark glass panels on the tops and bottoms.

The building had a very "homey" feel, and if it weren't for the fact that she was probably the only female living there, she might feel more welcome and safe.

As she climbed the stairs, lugging her suitcase, a couple of males came out and were laughing together...until they saw her and stopped. Twist put her head down as her cheeks started to redden again, but stopped when she heard one of them offer, "May I help you with your bags, Miss?"

Instead of answering, she merely shook her head and walked past them, but she could feel them watching her as she went inside. The proctor stationed at the front desk looked up and smiled as she entered. "Well! I'd heard there was a mare being assigned to this dorm, and here you are! Welcome!" He stuck out his hand.

She carefully grasped it, muttered a quiet "...thankth..." then drew her hand back and waited. The proctor cocked his head.

"What's your name, hon?" As she turned indignant eyes up at him at his casual familiarity, he raised both hands and said, "Don't get the wrong idea!" He pointed to the book in front of him. "I need your name for your room assignment, that's all!"

Her eyes softened as her cheeks reddened, then she said, "Th...thorry...I guethh I'm little nervouth!" She cleared her throat and finished with, "Twithth...Twithth Pepperminth..."

He smiled again. "Twist Peppermint...I should have guessed!" He drew his finger down the page until he found her name and room number, then reached behind him for her key. "Here you go, Miss Peppermint: Room 304..." He then handed her another paper. "This is the set of rules for the dorm; please read them carefully, because we're quite serious about any breaches." One last smile.

"Welcome to MCA!"

After enduring many (many!) looks from the other students as she rode the elevator and made her way down the hall, she arrived at last to her room assignment. With a sigh of relief, she unlocked it and stepped inside...then immediately felt a wave of homesickness wash over her! The room was much smaller than she'd expected, and when she'd dropped her suitcase and went to a far door and opened it, hoping it would lead to another section, she stopped short as it was only a closet...and a tiny one at that. She fought back tears as she turned and looked around: there was a small bed, a desk with a lamp, and a window.

That was it.

No rug, no carpet, just a bare wooden floor, and to her further dismay, no bathroom! She sat on the bed, took off her glasses, put her face in her hands, and tried to keep from crying. Hundreds of miles from home, in a town full of strangers, with no other mares to talk to and every guy looking at her as if she was their next meal. At this last, she perked up a bit.

Maybe...maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

The next thing to do after she'd unpacked her suitcase was to get rid of all her "travel dirt," and that meant taking a shower, and THAT meant finding out where the bathroom was! She opened her door and peeked cautiously out, then holding her towel and washing up things; she bounced down the long hallway until she found some doors in front of tiled floors. The scent of water hit her nose, so she immediately pushed inside the closest ones and was relieved to find herself alone and also a row of open showers. "Thith really ith a thmall college..." she said to herself as she turned on the water, then immediately got undressed.

She was just in the process of sudsing up her mane when she heard the sounds of male laughter! She quickly washed the shampoo out of her eyes, grabbed her towel, wrapped it around herself, and cried out, "What are you doing in here?! Can't you thee I'm thowering?!" She glared around the corner, only to see three male students standing there, three...handsome...naked male students, with towels wrapped around their waists, all looking perplexed. Her tongue started to hang out, then she shook herself and growled, "Well?! Get outh!"

"B...but...Miss? This is...the boys' bathroom..." one managed.

"The...boyth'...?" she muttered. Keeping her towel in place with one hand, she fumbled for her glasses with the other, then clumsily slipped them on. Sure enough, there was a row of urinals behind them that she'd somehow missed in her rush to get to the showers. She looked up at the males and placed one hand behind her head and offered a sheepish grin, "Heh, heh...my mithake, boyth...I'll juth be going now..."

"Hang on," said another before she could slip past, "...you're kind of cute. And that accent of yours...it's really sweet! What's your name?"

Now, Twist was no novice. She was intimately aware of when a guy was trying to make a move on her, and she knew she'd accidentally placed herself in a compromised position: wet, practically naked with a short towel that barely covered her tits and ass, alone in a bathroom with three males. Perhaps if it had been only one, or somewhere other than a bathroom (even though she'd had sex in worse places!) she may have considered it. As it was...

"Never you mind..." then made to walk past them again. It was then she noticed her...presence...must have had an effect on the three, for her eyes grew wide behind her glasses as she saw them...growing...under their towels. She felt her nipples beginning to harden at their attention, and she knew if she didn't get out of there, she would be in for a..."rough" time...

...uh oh...

While they didn't block her way, they didn't let her leave without, "You're...not very friendly. We just wanted to know your name...why so rude?"

She spun around and placed her hands on her hips. "I'm noth rude! And I am THO 'friendly!' You juth don't know me!" But when she put her hands on her hips, her towel (which had been fighting valiantly to hold in her bountiful charms) gave up the fight. She scowled again. "Whath are you all tharing ath?" she demanded.

Now, the boys were all at full mast as one pointed. "You...dropped your towel, Miss..." Twist looked down and froze again as she was revealed before them: huge tits with perky nipples and dark areole, a thin red bush over a swollen pussy, and a flushed expression. She then shrieked as she quickly tried to cover herself. But before she could retrieve her towel, one of the boys quickly bent forward and snatched it away, then held it up in the air.

"Whath are you doing?!" she cried. "Give thath back!" She had no choice but to try and keep her tits covered as she jumped up and tried to grab her towel, but she was too short. The boys laughed.

"Keep away!" one shouted as he tossed the towel to his buddy. Twist's bare ass jiggled, and her tits bounced as she tried in vain to get her towel back while they threw it back and forth. Then, she accidentally knocked one of them down and fell on top of him...and the mood changed.

As they lay there frozen, she could feel his cock pressing against her fat boobs as their eyes met...and she saw it when he snapped...

She barely had time to move before he'd ripped off his towel, stood, and grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled to a kneeling position! She looked around at them with frightened eyes, then down at the throbbing pole of meat mere inches from her nose...then she looked up his eyes again and tried to sound bold as she demanded, "What do think you...GLLRRRK!!" as he been waiting for her to open her mouth. Her eyes grew wide behind her glasses as her mouth and throat were suddenly filled with meaty, thrusting (tasty!) cock, "MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!" as she pushed against his thighs, trying to escape...then her eyes began to cross as her pleasure grew.

Memories of sucking dick flooded her bimbo brain as her arms fell helplessly to her sides and her eyes rolled back and crossed, while her moans of ecstasy grew louder! The boy kept up his sexy assault on her velvet throat as his two friends had their towels off and stroked their own meat as they waited for their turns. "She's so hot! How's that mouth?" one asked.

"This...slut's throat feels...amazing!" grunted the first, as his balls slap slap slapped against her chin. "I'm...gonna...BLOWWWWWW!" he roared as he unleashed a firehose of cum down her throat, which she gulped and gulped until he was done! The combination of having a dick in her mouth and being called a slut once more had awakened something primal inside of her, and all she wanted to do now was make them ALL cum!

Just like with her stepfather!

"Ahhhh..." she moaned as he freed his cock from her throat, "...thath wath tathty!" She turned to the others, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.

"MORE!!" The boys grinned.

"...lock the door..." one said.

An hour later, three other male students walked into the bathroom, only to find a naked redhead passed out on a couple of towels, covered in cum with a dopey smile on her face. They exchanged looks, then one nudged her gently with a foot. "Are...you alright, Miss?"

Twist barely opened the one eye that wasn't layered in spunk, giggled, and said, "I...think I'm going to LOVE ith here!"