Choose Your Own Adventure Sparklecest

Unlatching the ladders to the attic with his magic Shining began to happily trot upwards. The family was doing a clean out, and with his sister held up with Celestia at Canterlot Castle his parents had promised him the first pickings at anything that was to be thrown out.

Upon reaching the top of ladders Shining pushed open the attics small door with his muzzle, coughing as he was assaulted with a good few years worth of dust. Most everything in the attic belonged to his parents, or him and Twily when they were much younger, altogether most of their important possessions were luckily stored somewhere a lot more pleasant than this dusty place. ‘Maybe when his parents told him that he could get first dibs at the cleaning out of this place they weren’t talking about anything within the attic, but the attic itself’, he thought as he shuddered. No doubt it would take an eternity to give the place a good dusting, although the it seemed at least semi habitable, that is of course after half the problem shot up Shining’s lungs the moment he opened the door to this long forgotten tomb.

Nonetheless, striding forwards with excitement Shining began to rocket through every nook and cranny of the dusty old attic, desperate to find even the smallest valuable so he could gloat about it to his sister. For the most part other than a few discarded comic books and other nicknacks the attic was devoid of anything Shining would have any use for or even mild interest in. It seemed like his sister had won this round, no doubt she’d have some use for all The boring old crap in here.

That was until he tripped on a small piece of wood that stuck merely a half inch or so out of the floorboard, concealed by a small black velvet like carpet that stretched over the back end of the attic. Curious, or rather annoyed at his sore hoof Shining went over to inspect whatever struck him, his annoyance quickly turning into genuine curiosity as he pulled the velvet carpet back to reveal another small door, no bigger than a decently sized box, or a single drawer. Curiosity quickly took him. Shining grabbed the door in his magical aura, (as it had no latch or protruding handle of any kind) opening it delicately, aware that he probably wasn’t supposed to have found this.

On the other side of the small lay a box, no smaller than the door itself. The box was made of high quality cardboard, but had no other discernible features, asides from a large post-it note that read, “Do NOT open! Property of Night Light.” in black, with the only exception being the large “NOT” which was of course written in glaring red with a thick black underline. Shining hesitated for just a second before his curiosity once again got the better of him. ‘It’s not like anypony will know’ he thought to himself.

Tugging at the box with with his magic Shining became a bit disappointed upon realising that somepony, presumably his father had left a magical enchantment on the box, although thankfully for him the enchanted had mostly decayed with age, coming away after his magic had caressed it for merely a few seconds. Ripping the box open with an excited smile on his face, Shining’s muzzle quickly turned into a goofy bemused looking grin as bright red spread across it like a violent wave, running from his nose straight to his cheeks. In the box lay a series of toys, magazines, and other sexually explicit paraphernalia. Dildos and butt plugs, and vibrators of varying sizes and shapes, along with an assortment of collars, panties, and socks lay neatly tucked up in the box, with a healthy pile of magazines sitting next to them.

Shining just stood there for a good few seconds in utter shock, his face still beet red as he started down at the contents of the box. He knew his parents still had a pretty active sex life, but this was wild. Embarrassment still clear on his muzzle Shining reached towards the first magazine, having gone too deep to pull back.

Expecting to see a hot playcolt magazine, with some pretty filly spreading her haunches on the cover, he soon found himself in for quite the shock as another wave of red hit the stallion’s muzzle at what he saw. Not a mare, but a young femcolt was speeding his haunches on the front cover, moaning towards Celestia’s heavens as he rode a sizable black dildo, blotted with the occasional patch of white or pink. He was in many ways more feminine than most mares one would expect to see in any playcolt magazine, a flowing golden mane ran down his coconut white fur from his elegant horn to his back, his entire body on one hoof lean, but impossibly curvaceous, his hind legs spread wide as his cock, no more than a 3-4 inch prick that nonetheless stood right to attention as he rode a shaft several times bigger, and thicker than his, the colts balls sitting there like two deliciously squeezable little marshmallows. He had a look of absolute sensual bliss on his face, his mouth almost as wide open in admiration of his rubber cock as his coltoussy, which eagerly wrapped itself around the thick length, leaving a good 7 or so inches yet to be ascended by the young colt’s tight hole, with Celestia knowns how many delicious inches having already being eaten up by the hungry colt. Shining wasn’t as ashamed to admit the existence of his own raging stallionhood as he might have liked, but what honest stallion could look at such a tasty looking colt and not strike a hard on.

Biting his bottom lip Shining looked back towards the attic door before locking it, hoping that no pony would bother him. He scanned the magazine’s cover once again, reading the title for the first time. ‘PlayColt Weekly: Slutty Femcolts, Sullied Panties!’ Surely his mother’s? Shining thought, a blush spreading across his muzzle as he pictured his mother pleasuring herself to such a magazine.

Opening the magazine, Shining scanned each page attentively, grabbing ahold of his own shaft as he began to idly stroke it, not wanting to get too excited just yet, but nonetheless already too excited to not at least tease himself. Each page had the picture of some pretty young colt, most of whom could easily pass as a mare and give some burrly stallion quite the fright at a bar if they so wished. Most of the colts portrayed in the magazine pleasured themselves in various different ways with all sorts of toys, and true to its name, many of the colts wore a wide variety of obscene clothing, all in various states of undress, including but not limited to panties, although some had a far more masculine companion to keep them company, serving as a much more lifelike toy.

Shining just sat there, his hoof steadily stroking his shaft as admired each of the young effeminate colt’s, picturing himself in place of some of the more masculine stallions, until he came suddenly back to the cream of the crop. There he was, the same colt that had been plastered over the magazine’s cover, as he had been in many of the hotter solo scenes within the book, although unlike every previous picture, this time he had a large stallion standing directly over him, and he was absolutely screaming as he was seemingly rammed relentlessly by the thick cock of said stallion, a stallion who looked remarkably like a younger version of his father.

Immediately letting go off his own shaft Shining shot up, dropping the magazine as he began to hyperventilate. Surely he couldn’t have just seen what he thought he just saw. His father was straight, wasn’t he? He had never really considered that his father could be a clotcuddler before, but looking back down at the picture he couldn’t deny it, although his father was doing just about anything but cuddling the effeminate colt under him. Shocked, but for some reason even more curious Shining once against peered into the box, picking out a few of the magazines next to the last one he grabbed. Shifting through the pages Shining blushed as he found that every magazine had a least one picture of him, furthermore they seemed to be sorted in chronological order, and as he skimmed through the magazines his father seemed to become more and more prominent, featuring on 1, 2, 3, 4, etc pages, each proceedings issue proving to be full more likely than not of more, rather than less of his dad’s cock, usually a lot more. Every time without fail his father was clear top, the powerful, masculine, large stallion, overpowering a weaker often sissy colt. He seemed to be becoming quite popular with each increasingly issue. Shining found it hard to imagine his father being gay, nevermind a top ‘stud’ on Equestria’s most popular coatcuddler magazine, but he couldn’t deny that he was clearly one of the better ‘studs’ in the magazine, as much as he hated to admit it.

Picking up one of the last few magazines, Shining was hardly surprised to see his father on the front cover. He stood there on nothing but his two hind legs, his standing proudly to attention at what must have been at least a good 15-17 inches. This picture above all emphasised exactly why father was featured as playcolt’s most prominent model, not mentioning his stallionhood, and that would be very hard not to mention, Night Light had a strong powerful jawline that any stallion would die for, and any mare (and clearly quite a few stallions) would happily succumb to, not mention the stallion broad and nicely muscled barral, and his powerful hooves and forelegs, that looked as if they could easily smash through rocks or put any slutty colt back into his place at a moments notice, his hooves being topped off by rather handsome fetlocks. In front of this hunk of a ‘stud’ as the magazine would call him ragged a powerful steel rod, thick, heavy, no doubt bursting with heat, Night Light’s stallionhood extended impossibly, virtually reaching his neck, and easily going covering the stallion’s entire body. The stallionhood in question was bluish black with the odd patch of white or two plastered over and around its shaft, the whole thing standing as an absolute monolithic, interrupted by nothing but a wide medial ring and various strong veins that ran from its base to its meaty flare.

What happens next?

Shining continues to read through his father’s old PlayColt magazine’s. (Shining gets caught masturbating with a sex toy up his rump to his father’s magazine’s, and gets to play out one of the fanaticises he reads within)

Shining goes downstairs to confront his father about the magazine’s. (Shining asks his father about the magazine’s, light blackmail)