Poking Pierce

by meep288

Rating: mature
Tags: Mr. Cake, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 2794

You'd never guess what being "Young and needing the money" could entail.

As a young colt, Mr.Cake did something he's not very proud of. But that's all behind him now right? Not when a Stallion enters his shop and recognizes him.

M/M shipping ahead.

Sex between Pokey and Mr.Cake will commence in chapter 2.

Published 2012-04-25 04:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-03 06:41:01 UTC

The Magazine

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.

Mr.October

Out of Ponyville High, and into the real world. Pokey was thrust into his new life, his new apartment, and his long time passion turned into a job. He was almost fully moved into his new, albeit cramped home above his job. A little tattoo and piercing parlor on the edge of Ponyville. Pokey started to unpack the last of his boxes one by one, getting his small assortment of clothing, his tools, and his dishes and flatware out and put away. But, one box caught his eye. A box filled with blankets and pillows meant for his bed. Tucked away deep in his favorite quilt, was the parcel that he protected with every fiber of his being. His special issue of PlayColt, featuring Mr.October. Pokey always thought that he fit the month so well, with his bright orange hair, and his yellow coat. The object of his lust in his younger years, he absolutely loved every aspect of the stallion.

But, now wasn't the time to fantasize. He had work to do. He was almost unpacked, and wasn't about to stop now. The last box was opened, containing a small home cooked meal his mother sent with him. Along with a note on the front. "In case you get hungry. -Mom " Good old mom. Pokey had a special attachment to her. She was one of the only things she had when he was young, and she was one of the only pony's that really understood him. He looked back at his work, and marveled at how stainless and unblemished his new home was. Pokey also mulled over how long it would last. Now, he had errands to run. He'd just pop into town, to grab some bits and ends. Pokey exited his apartment, locked the door, and trotted into Ponyville.

The streets of Ponyville we're filled with busy mares and stallions. Some selling their wares to the public, and some buying said wares. Pokey had to swing by a few stands for produce, The Quill and Sofa store to pick up writing supplies, and maybe something to liven up his new home, then back to his abode. But, something caught his eye. A flamboyant building, seemingly made of confectionary treats. Something so well decorated had to be interesting. He had to go inside, and take a look.

As the front door swung open, he was greeted by an interior, much like the one on the outside. All kinds of sugared treats decorating the walls. A lone pony was working the front register. He seemed nice enough. But, something was amiss. Pokey knew it, but couldn't put his hoof on. "Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner, what can I get you?" asked the kind earth pony. Was it his kind demeanor? The baked good's he sold? No. He could feel it, there was just something about the stallion behind the counter that he could recognize. "Could I get a loaf of bread?" Asked pokey. Perhaps some time would let him figure out what was wrong.

"Coming right up" said the earth pony, turning to get the loaf out of the oven. As he turned, the realization hit Pokey like a ton of bricks. That mane, that hair, and that cutie mark. "Mr...Mr.October?" Asked Pokey, almost completely sure it was him. As Pokey finished the sentence, he could hear an oven pan clatter to the floor. "W-what was that?" The stallions face was beet red, and looked like he was sweating. "Are you Mr.October of PlayColt magazine?". A long akward silence entered the room. Pokey felt like he could cut the tension with a knife. "Who put you up to this? I swear, if this is about the competition I put up against Sweet Apple Acres, you should just tell her to make better food!"

The crimson faced stallion turned around, and faced Pokey. "What? No. I don't even know anypony that works there." Pokey raised his hooves, defending himself. "Then why did you ask? What are you after?" The stallion in front of Pokey looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Oh Celestia. Look, I'm sorry for asking. It's just that, I've seen you more times than I can count, and I don't even know your name." Pokey looked back at him, feeling like his heart dropped into his stomach. "Carrot Cake. It's Carrot Cake. But everypony calls me Mr.Cake." Mr.Cake looked up, his emotions evened out. "Mr.Cake huh? Well, I'm Pokey. It's nice to finally meet you." Pokey extended his hoof towards Mr.Cake. "Likewise." said Mr.Cake shaking his hoof.

"So Pokey. How did you even see me in that magazine? I doubt you we're even old enough to buy it when it came out." Mr.Cake was at ease, just having a casual conversation. "Well, I found it on my way home from school. How'd you even get in there?" Mr.Cakes eyes strayed down to the table. "Well, there was a talent agent. He said I had just the kind of body he was looking for. I was young. I didn't even think that anypony that I'd meet would have seen it, let alone a stallion." Pokey was blushing now. "Sorry. It's just that I've looked through that particular set of photo's more times than I can count." Mr.Cake was smiling at Pokey. "Care to tell me why?" Pokey's blush deepened. "You know, to...relieve stress." Mr.Cakes smile got even bigger, and now was showing off his pearly whites. "Really? I've just so happened to save a copy. Wanna go through it with me?" Just the idea made Pokey start to get hard. "R-really?" Pokey's eyes shot from being half lidded, to fully opened. "Sure. Follow me." Mr.Cake smiled back at Pokey, leading them to the back room of Sugar Cube Corner.

The back room was a large pantry. Filled with all sorts of baking supplies, pans, and aprons. Pokey sat on a near by
unmarked crate. As he sat down, his eyes were transfixed on Mr.Cakes flank. Staring at the three cakes on it. "Here we are, just the same as I left it!" Mr.Cake brought up out of a small wooden box, the very same magazine that he stared in years ago. He trotted over to Pokey, sat down, and dropped it in his lap. "Well, aren't you going to open it?" Mr.Cake smiled at Pokey, as he took it in his hooves, and flipped open the magazine. "The pictures start on page 43. In case you didn't already know." Pokey gulped as he flipped over to the pictures. He could feel his cock starting to harden, as Mr.Cake stared down at the magazine.

The first image, displayed to him numerous times was in front of him. The same object of his hormonal fueled lust smiling back at him from the page. Only this time, he was right next to him too. "Man, can't believe how good I looked back then." Joked Mr.Cake. Pokey took his hoof, and placed it on the next page, slowly flipping it. The next page showed the familiar picture of Mr.Cake's stallionhood. Mr.Cake moved a little in his seat to get more comfortable, starting to become visibly hard. Mr.Cake started to play with himself while Pokey watched the scene, starting to shift around in his seat, his cock almost completely erect.

"Heh. Looks like somepony's enjoying the show." Pokey bit his lips as the words left Mr.Cake. "May I?" Asked Mr.Cake as his hoof just brushed over his shaft. Pokey unconsciously nodded. Mr.Cakes hoof wrapped around Pokeys cock, slowly sliding up and down. Pokey had to stifle his moans as he planted both hooves on the crate to brace himself. Mr.Cake got up from his seat, keeping a hoof on his cock, and got on his haunches in front of Pokey. Pokey could tell what he was about to do, his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He slowly extended his tongue, running it up the bottom of his knob. Forcing pre-cum to bead at the tip. As Mr.Cake reached the top, he took the head in his mouth.

Pokey felt like he wasn't even there. The feeling was indescribable. Pokey was a virgin, and thought that he had come up with some very inventive ways of masturbating, but nothing could compare to this. Mr.Cake slowly worked the shaft with his tongue, gently applying pressure to his balls with his hoof, using the other to steady it. One of Pokey's hooves found it's way to Mr.Cakes head, gently resting on it. Mr.Cake smiled up at Pokey, staring into his eyes as his head bobbed up and down, lips wrapped around his cock. Pokey had to resist as much as he could to buck up into the warm wet confines of his mouth.

As Mr.Cake enjoyed the shaft in his mouth, his hoof slowly moved to his own. He jerked himself off, enjoying himself immensely. As he started to jerk in faster, more spastic motions, he bobbed his head deeper, and more slowly. Enjoying the young stallion above himself. Pokey's other hoof found his way to Mr.Cake's shoulder, using it as leverage press in deeper. "I'm...g-getting close" Pokey muttered out the words as he felt Mr.Cake suck harder, and buck into his own hoof.
With one final press into his loins, Pokey came. Coating Mr.Cakes mouth, and throat with thick strands of his seed. Feeling his mouth filled forced Mr.Cake over the edge, as he sprayed his load onto the crate Pokey was sitting on.

Slowly pulling himself off of the younger stallion, he wiped his mouth with his hoof. "Damn. Haven't done that in a long time." He smiled up at Pokey. "What about you?" Pokey looked down through a pair of half lidded eyes at Mr.Cake, examining the scene "Oh, uh...that was my first time doing that actually." The words lazily fell from his lips. Mr.Cake smiled even wider at him. "Really? I'd expect a stallion as good looking as you, would have anypony in the base of his hoof." Pokey blushed at the complement. "Really?" Mr.Cake smirked. "Yes, really. Now, can you help me clean up?"

The clean up took a matter of minuets, which consisted of cleaning up Mr.Cakes payload off of the crate. Pokey was about to leave, as Mr.Cake caught him at the door. "Wait, you forgot this." Pokey, looking very confused looked back at him. Before he could mention that he didn't bring anything with him, Mr.Cake handed Pokey a loaf of bread, and the same magazine that they we're looking at a matter of minutes. "It's signed. Consider it a gift for a fan. Thanks for visiting Sugar Cube Corner, and be sure to come back anytime." Mr.Cake turned around on that note, getting back to running his store, as Pokey left much happier than he was coming in.