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It was a bright, sunny day in Parallel Pony Land, but Richard Kyle had a glum look holding his bag in one hand and his assigned dormitory sheet in the other. Staring up at the huge mansion/castle like building in front of him with all the different yearlings (young studs) out on the lawn, under brush filled trees, and chilling around and on statues of famous intellectual studs, he turned around to give his parents one last desperate look. But all he got in return was a cry from his mother, "Have a good time sweetie!" If the fact that he was being dropped off at an all male academy wasn't bad enough, the red forming on the white blotches along the black fur on his snout was the peak of his irritation as his mom just humiliated him in front of everyone he'd be spending the next few years with.

With his parents dropping him off and completely dumping him at school, Rich sighed heavily, slinging his back over his shoulder and walking towards the huge entrance of the school. This blows... I bet that every guy here is some kind of hetero...anti homo...jock...! Lost on every word flowing through his head, the stallion didn't notice something small bump into him.

"Hey there!"

Rich fluttered his big wings, his clean, white undershirt tightening around his muscular chest. Raising his brow, he turned around to see a twinkish looking cream colored yearling starring back at him with a big sunny smile. The male had a long, blond flowing mane with pink highlights and wore a pink beat with short jeans that were perfectly snug to his cute butt. He waved back at the black and white stud before turning around. That's when Rich saw the two pink arrows resting at the top of the twink's exposed cheek. He stared for a long time, not realizing that a bit of drool was running down his lip as he watched the girly male walk away, shaking his booty. Then he wiped the slobber away with his wrist. Ok, maybe I was wrong.

Later...

The halls were filled with dozens of yearlings. But they weren't the only ones filling the halls. Turning his head to watch a mahogany colored jock with a trimmed mane walk by, Rich suddenly felt like he hit a brick wall. Something splashed when the young stud hit the floor. By the time he stood up, the yearling was face to chest with a huge towering mount of swamp green muscle with bright, shining green eyes. He seemed intimidated at first, but then stood up proud with an amused grin on his face.

As the Asian dragon wiped the orange soda from his face, his face lowered into a scowl and he emitted a heavy growl from his throat. "Why don't you watch where you're going?"

The Pegasus yearling flapped his wings, "Why don't you remember who you're talking to scaly?"

The dragon looked over his shoulder, gazing to a blue, semi-muscular western dragon and a large red Asian with muscular arms and a beer belly. "Where do you think you are, Pony Land?" He pressed a talon against the stud's chest, "Here in the PPL, dragons aren't some little bitches to you horses, meat!"

The other two suddenly stepped forward, "Yeah!"

The blue Asian balled up his fist, "So go strut yourself somewhere else, pony boy!"

Rich didn't feel so proud anymore. He grew up thinking dragons were chumps; they were pushovers. Soon he was surrounded by the three really naturally huge scaly males. But before he could utter another word, the yearling felt a tugging at his arm, "This way stud!" After a few seconds, he freely ran behind the caramel horse with a blond mane and tail wearing a cowboy hat, a horse shoe stitched into the left pocket on his jeans.

It seemed like the dragons were all bulk and no haste, struggling to stay behind the horses as they shouted, "Get back here!" There was sweat running down Rich's brow when he looked back. The lead dragon was bellowing smoke from his nostrils. He had a pissed of look on his dragon snout, his eyes flaring.

The yearling felt another tug of his arm as the caramel stud through open a door, "In here!" When Rich was pulled into room one-ten at the end of the dorm hall, he helped the cowboy stud barricade the door, feeling six large fists pounding away at the other side.

"You can't stay in there forever!"

The cowboy yelled over his shoulder, "I sure can! It's my room you sneaky snakes with legs!" With a turn of the dead bolt and the clink of a chain, the yearling made sure the thick door was secure before moving away, "Yer alright now, I think they made the doors thick just fer this reason..."

Rich didn't really put much faith in the guy's words until the pounding stopped. Stepping away from the door, he used his own shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, "Thanks...so what's your name?"

The yearling cowboy tipped his hat, "My names Buck, but most guys around here call me Lucky."

His accent was really starting to peak Rich's interest. Tilting his head, he had a sly grin on his snout as he slowly inched his way closer to the cowboy. "So...do you mind if I take a guess why?" He held his hand out, brushing his hip against the other males side.

The cowboy offered a cocky, confident smirk, taking off his hat and tossing it onto his made bed in his cleanly kept room, running a hand through his short, curly blond mane. He leaned his butt cheek with the horseshoe stitched into the jeans into Rich's palm, "I reckon you could..."