Life imitating art.

The light moved slowly across the thin and coarse paper; The tiny beam highlighting in detail the black blood and adamantium claws of Wolverine springing from his hands, it was an early Wolverine book so the censors had to be sidestepped with black blood. "Oh yeah things just got real." Peter Page-turner said happily as he eyed the paper. Peter was a slightly lanky young man, with a cow-licked crop of brown hair on his head. Thought he was practically fully grown by most standards, he had a lot of tendencies more associated with someone much younger. from the Avengers Sheets and blankets he had on his bed to the Tee shirt of the 1987 ninja turtles and Jack Skellington P.J shorts he wore as he read comic books under his bed by flashlight. Now Peter was a pleasant guy in spite of these tendencies; one may have just been somewhat...uneasy around him for how he acted. Still there where others in Canterlot City not that different than him. There was that nutty pink haired and pink girl that often hung around five or (was it six?) other girls at school, Pinkie pie was her name wasn't it? She oozed childlike glee the way she would often bounce around skipping and blowing up balloons and throwing confetti around like it was always a birthday party. So where's the harm in him having a permanent second childhood?...well when it was convenient for him at least.

Peter set the Wolverine comic aside and shuffled through his stack of bagged comics for another one; he settled on an issue of...Power Ponies, Hold it! Before you say or think anything; The series was actually quite well written; their was a very tongue in cheek sense of humor in the series, like even the writers knew the concept was somewhat...silly to begin with. But the people behind it actually put effort into what they were working with. The stories spoofing both the campy and ridiculous comics from the 50's through 60's (including the Adam west Batman show) to the overly dark and gritty comics of the 80's and 90's. It wasn't JUST some companies attempt at trying to cash in on a children's series just to make easy money, not to mention it had some pretty good spin-offs. The two books next to his where of the Mysterious Mare Do Well (A full on semi anthropomorphic pony spoof of the Batman series) and Daring-do (Indianan Jones), some issues of these comics where even written by people know for doing top shelf work on the very thing they satirized. Like Paul Dini who co wrote for the Batman animated series and had an excellent run on the comics a decade or so later writing the first issue of Mare do well, to Gary Gianni who wrote Dark Horse comics first original Indianan Jones limited series now working on the Daring Do series now.

Peter flipped through the pages not reading any of the words but rather taking in the way Daring-Do could handle almost everything the ancient tombs threw at her; from armies of mummified cats to living Golems. To the very tongue in cheek jab at Watchmen in Mare Do well; as a panel in her book directly spoofed a scene from the book. The river of blood in watchmen became a hot dog cart's green water from being turned over. Peter; almost unknowingly, read Mare Do Well's narration commentary on it "What a wasteful shame of perfectly good tofu dogs, all that water and condiments spilling out over the..."

"Peter!" A voice called from above his ceiling followed by a loud thumping noise. "Are you reading comic books under you blankets in the middle of the night again?" His mother called through the ceiling which was on her side, her floor.

"uhhhh...maybe Ma?" He said sheepishly, as he threw the comics under the bed in case she and her boyfriend came downstairs.

"Peter, It's three in the morning and you have school tomorrow; David and I heard you reading aloud for the last twenty minuets, go to bed and don't make a sound down there until that alarm goes off or so help every single one of those damn comics are going in the Goodwill bin when I get home from work...Do you understand me?!'' The voice shouted down at him crossly...Peter said nothing but let his head fall back to the pillow and the silence speak for itself. "That's what I thought." She called down to him before rolling over to get some sleep herself.

Before he drifted off to dreams; Peter thought of a certain member of the Power Ponies, Zapp. Noticing how she had an uncanny resemblance to the sporty tomboy of Canterlot High Rainbow Dash, (Who gives their kids names like this? he though to himself) but quickly shuffled the idea aside. AS his thoughts soon turned to Zapp; in her tight black costume, he then did picture Rainbow in Zapp's outfit, then he thought of her crawling over to him in that outfit...that tight black outfit hugging and clinging to every shapely but athletic curve of her, as she leaned in and gave him a....*RRIIIIIINNNGG!* Went his alarm clock, wiping the fantasy turned dream from his head. "Damn it! It was just getting interesting too." He said noticing the tent pitched where one of the Jack Skellington face's was on his shorts.