The Magazine

Ponyville High. A back water school, for a back water town. The thought ran through Pokey's head almost every day. So what if he had long hair? So what if he didn't have a girl friend? So what if he had an earring? None of that made him gay.That made him gay in everyponys eyes. That fact that he liked other colts was what really did. The insults, the stares, and most of all, the graffiti on his locker. None of it seemed worth it. But, his friends and family kept him here. He knew it would get better once he got out of school, and onto his dream. Being the best Piercist in Ponyville would take time. One of the few things he could enjoy these days was piercing. Ever since he got his cutiemark as a colt. Pushing that cauterized sewing needle, stolen from his mother through his ear, and carefully placing a earring borrowed from a friend in. He saw the wonderful safety pin on his flank.

One of the only other things that Pokey could appreciate, was a good looking stallion. Somepony with a taut frame, somepony that was smart, somepony that had a wonderful personality. That was the kind of stallion Pokey was looking for. Or at least, read about in a magazines. It seems that fate brought the two together, Pokey, and a mysterious October copy of PlayColt magazine. Pokey was just making the trek back from his school, as he found the piece of literature, just discarded on the road. He had quickly snatched it up, and hid it in his saddle bag. His everyday walk had just become much more interesting. He looked all around, trying to see if a school yard bully was watching, waiting for him to take the bait. But, aside from his own company. He was alone.

Pokey was rushing home, he got to the front steps of his home, and nearly took the door off of it's hinges as he entered. He checked over the house for his parents and found that he was again, alone. Pokey rushed up the stairs, went into his room, and locked the door. He didn't want anypony to intrude on him. Pokey let his saddlebags drop to the floor, and began to look for his newly acquired prize. He felt his hooves brush the spine of the magazine, as he lifted it out, and up to his eye level. Staring him right in the face, was a yellow skinned earth pony, with a short orange mane. His more sensual parts just covered by an apron.

He bit his lips as he slowly flipped the cover page, an add for cigarets greeted him. Annoyed, he moved straight into the middle of the magazine. What greeted him made a dark red blush rush over his face. The same orange stallion on the cover had his back to the camera, his flank exposed, and a large smile plastered to his face, staring right up at pokey. His apron covering his front, with a frosting bag on the ground, small dollops of cream white frosting on his flank. But, the frosting didn't cover his cutiemark. A distinct 3 pieces of cake, resting on his flank. The entire scene taking place in a kitchen. He had to sit on his bed, this display being too much for him. Carefully enjoying every moment, he flipped the page as slowly as he could. Savoring the moment.

The next two pages were filled with even more of this mysterious stallion. The left had a wonderful spread of him laying on a counter, legs spread, apron held up by his hooves, and his penis was on full display for Pokey to feast his eyes on. He couldn't take it any more. Pokey moved his right hoof to his shaft, slowly stroking as he set the magazine down on his bed. Pokey sat back on his haunches, and used his left hoof to brace himself. He began to slowly stroke himself, thoughts of being with this months stallion filling his head. As his eyes darted over to the next page, he could see the stallion in a compromising position. His torso pressed to the counter, one hoof on his cock, with the other supporting himself. The camera angled to take a picture of his plot. The centerfold was looking back at Pokey, mouth agape.

Gingerly flipping the page, Pokey spotted something that sent his jaw to the ground. The stallion was on his side, mouth agape, seemingly like he was moaning out. One hoof was on a dildo, slamming into himself, the other on his stallion hood, his payload on the tile floor. This scene of pure lust sent Pokey over the edge, his seed spraying onto his sheets. He relaxed, as his cock fell limp from his hoof. He slowly looked down, and glanced at the lewd picture below himself. A small dollop of his own cum was splattered on the magazine, resting on the model's plot.

Letting out a light sigh, Pokey grabbed a towel from his bedside, and cleaned it off. Along with the rest of the spooge covering his sheets. He closed the magazine, and stared down at it. He picked it up, and a thought ran through his head. "Where am I going to hide this?" He searched all over his room. In his bookcase? No. Too obvious. Under his bed? No, his family would find it. In his closet? Perfect. No pony goes in there anyways. Pokeys closet was filled with books, boxes, and old blankets. He quickly stowed his new Playcolt magazine inside the blanket at the very bottom of the pile. There. He would guard that magazine with his very life. Pokey exited the closet, laid back in his bed, and pulled the covers over himself. Slowly falling into a deep slumber.