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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3: You are here

And here’s the last one! I had a lot of fun with this li’l comic.

https://twitter.com/snowberry_pony/status/1399198480145522689?s=21

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Background Pony #B522

I don’t blame him, Sombra looks very hot

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Atreidae

@Benzene
Have you considered writing stuff and putting it on FimFic?

There are some great Sombra dom stories up there, but there definitely needs to be more.

For everyone else
If you liked that, I’d recommend “A kings corruption by Vclaw.

It’s less loving and more domineering, but it’s freaking hot.

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Benzene

Morning, again.

Stygian grunted, turning away from the window nearest his bed and pushed his head into his pillow. His horn thrummed to life and he sent a thread of magic out to the blinds that should’ve been pulled. A quick tug revealed that indeed, they were, and Stygian groaned miserably, drawing the covers of the bed above himself.

Summer. Damnable summer. Celestia was at her zenith while the blessed moon barely graced the skies. Though… Stygian tittered to himself; Celestia or no, there was darkness in this world that could not be swept from it. That would not be quelled. That hungered, eternally. His hoof trailed to his withers, where he still bore the mark of that hunger. Then recoiled from the flash of memory - teeth and muscle, swirling shadow clinging about his legs and stomach…

His thoughts turned to the small, ornately filigreed black box that lay on his vanity. There were woods, the modern name he’d since forgotten, that lay in the shadow of Canterlot’s mountain. Overgrown and unfrequented, or so he’d heard. Ponies preferred the clear air and warm sun in the glades of Cloudkiss Forest. Still, there was a time when the woods weren’t forgotten, but were the site of somewhere… important for his needs.

But there’d be no woods if he simply lay abed, waiting for the sun to set. By the time he’d make the trek around the mountain, daybreak might already be on its way. At least, making the journey at the pace he knew well he’d be reduced to. He flipped the covers down and looked over at the box.

Yes, the woods today. Then home tonight. Then taffeta, silk, cotton, and linen.

Stygian shivered, pushing himself against the bed, and not entirely from the aches from the night previous. Moon and sun but he could be utterly insatiable, threatening to ruin yet another fine–not to mention expensive–bed. A bed Stygian swung his hind legs out of and sighed at feeling it still bounce lightly. Maybe he was learning.

“Oh.” He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror of his vanity. His mane was coming along quite nicely - longer and thicker than when he’d first set hoof to Equestria after so long. Stygian sent a few threads of magic through it, pushing it back from his face and settling it down to his withers. A few locks placed just right should obscure the marks there but if anypony asked… He tittered again - Birch Binding would usually enquire if there was a pony in the quiet little wizard’s life. Maybe today he’d mention that a certain stallion from an antique land had captured his heart long before he’d settled here.

Standing, Stygian turned to one side and stretched. Yes, his tail had similarly benefitted from the attention. He swished it to one side and then the other, watching as the blue-green mass swayed like water. And recalled the first time he’d felt threads of dark magic weave through it, over his rump and gently pressing against his back, down his hind legs to–

He was knelt forward on his forelegs when he caught himself. The gentle curve of his back swooping down in a way that made the mares of the town’s café cast side glances at him. The perfect shape for a shadowy stallion to lean onto.

“Later.” Much later. Standing here, thinking of last night might well sate him for now but come night, when his reserves had dried, he’d wished he’d left early.

Still, he thought, stepping towards the door to the adjoining washroom, once he’d been to the woods, well, that’d mean another month alone with him.



His ablutions completed, Stygian stepped delicately from the washroom. A few drops of water still ran from his sparkling hooves as he crossed from the bed to the cushioned stool at his vanity. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, the most fashionably alluring mascara (according to Miss Rarity), hoof polish… Pots, pencils, brushes, and a soft cotton cloth lay spread upon the desk. His own fault for allowing himself to be pressed against it again and again… and again.

The hairbrush was simple black lacquer, like the box, with a silver filigree and red insignia that few outside the most studious historians might recognise. Touching it with his hoof, Stygian felt that familiar wisp of shadow curl about it. Unbidden, the memory returned…

It was something he’d never seen before, never imagined could be possible; Sombra stood before him, dark hoof raised but unmoving. Instead, the shadowy stallion simply looked him over.

”Stygian.” That voice made his horn vibrate and his hind legs quiver. “Come here.”

Without thought, the smaller unicorn stepped forward, bowed, and then stood before the King. And as he did, Sombra’s red and dusty grey horn shone darkly and sent out tendrils of magic that settled across his mane and neck. They gently turned his head to one side and then the other, blue-green tresses following in its wake.

”Have you always looked so beautiful?” Sombra spoke softly, letting his magic dissipate and instead raising a hoof to cast it through Stygian’s mane.

Stygian bowed his head to one side, feeling his cheeks flush. The hoof at his mane swung down and gently took his chin, pulling it back up for him to look upon Sombra who only… smiled.

”One of the new spells of this age.” He lit his horn and sent a mote of light floating to his tail, illuminating its voluminous length. “I’m not sure if I could ever have grown them so much by myself but–”

”There’s little beyond the skill of one such as you.” Sombra leaned down, pressing his lips to the smaller stallion’s. In a moment the kiss was broken but Stygian still felt that his fore and hind legs might give out. “Come here.”

With magic and practiced hooves, Sombra gently turned Stygian about, setting his rump down and seating himself against the white unicorn. In a flash of shadow, a hairbrush appeared, its filigree glinting in the warping light of Sombra’s magic. Few in this world still knew of his insignia but Stygian caught a glimpse, before the hairbrush levitated to his mane and began stroking through it…

Stygian levitated the hairbrush behind his head, closing his eyes and letting the memory take him back. Only the sound of the brush’s fine bristles combing through his mane and the occasional murmur of contentment disturbed the quiet bedroom.

–

Oh sweet merciful Luna. Why did it have to be her?

Princess Twilight Sparkle stood tall among the throng of guards and courtiers. Were it any other pony, Stygian might simply duck his head and trust the crowd would keep him safe. But he was alone. Even the simple black cape would provide no relief - the moonlight trim caught the early afternoon sun too brightly.

“Stygian?” Her unmistakable voice called. The assembled ponied murmured among themselves as Stygian froze in midstep. “Stygian!”

How? He wondered. How did she recognise him like this? How many other white unicorns lived even in the foot of the Canterlot mountain?

“Oh Stygian, what pleasant surprise!” Somehow she’d managed to break free of the assemblage and was cantering—thankfully alone—towards him. Stygian tensed momentarily - what of the saddlebag under his cloak? Surely… Surely even the very Element of Magic couldn’t pierce that.

“Your high–” Stygian caught himself mid-bow, forcing a sheepish smile to his lips as Twilight frowned. “Twilight. It’s… good to see you.” He inclined his head, a lock of his mane falling across it.

“Gosh, it’s been too long.” Twilight’s horn lit and a weft of magic coiled about his mane and pulled it back. “I’d ask how you are but you look radiant!”

In spite of himself, Stygian smiled smally and tapped a hoof to the ground. “With my power returned, I’m feeling more myself.” He flicked his long, silken tail about himself, raising his head a little higher. “Better.”

Twilight smiled warmly, her wings flapping from her flanks as she nodded. “I’m so glad to hear that! Have my little ponies been treating you alright? I’d hate to think that–” Twilight snapped her mouth shut upon seeing Stygian’s ears pin back. “I’m sorry. Stygian, I shouldn’t… I can’t put my fears on you. Because I do believe you.”

Stygian drew himself up, about to bow. The box in his saddlebags had begun to send tiny prickling sensations against his flank.

“But please, tell me, how’ve you been?”

How he’d been? Searching Equestria for those ancient places, forgotten even in his own time. Practicing his wards, his manipulation, his rites of power. Lugging the last great remnant of a true ruler to those far quarters and learning what it meant to rule. To be ruled.

To serve a King of Shadows, as befit one of his station. Unbidden, the memories of the night previous came to the fore of Stygian’s mind. Of a broad, sweeping chest pressing down against the delicate curve of his back. Dark magic twining along his horn, through his mane, along his flanks and casting his tail aside. Of black hooves, swirling with shadows, that dwarfed his own and the legs they held aloft to either side of his head. A voice, dark and irresistible, that made his horn shake and his mind empty of all else save the stallion that used it to command his Queen…

But Twilight simply stood there, awaiting his answer. The placid smile not faltering once as Stygian looked back to her.

“Oh, you know,” he murmured, collecting himself, “Adjusting to the modern world, making modern friends.” Twilight practically beamed. “Assisting the local guard, however I might. And, ah, not messing with dangerous shadow ponies.” Stygian tittered.

A hoof ran the length of his back, trailing dark magic against his flanks. He shuddered, struggling just to breathe as he splayed his forelegs upon the bed. Cotton sheets that could never compare to the cold, dark embrace of the shadows that coiled about his chest.

”My Queen.” Stygian whimpered, biting into the sheet and hoping against wretched hope that he might just once resist what that voice did to him. “I can feel how you’ve awaited me.”

The gentlest of pressure from that pitch black hoof had his back arching down and his tail swishing to one side and twitching, as the hoof trailed back down. And down, to the gentle curve of his rump, along his quivering leg until it touched upon the hock. When it left him, Stygian let out a pained gasp.

His horn sparked and crackled and not only from the closeness of another that warped the air with its dark magic. The familiar chill of it slipping about his fetlocks and pasterns, a slight tug shifting his hind legs apart. And then…

His King pressed down, not with hoof or magic, or his insistent fangs clasping his withers. That broad chest slid easily against the cleft of his back, finding its place as black lips and nose slid against his own. The shadowy locks of Sombra’s mane coiled and slid against his coat, every touch sending cool shivers darting away.

”Only say the words and I shall be yours.” The weight of that voice pushed every breath from Stygian’s lungs. “Stygian.” And made him gasp, straining his legs against the gentle but insistent grip of the shadow stallion. If he could but push back, just a little more.

”I’ve waited too long to feel you, Sombra.” The name came easier now but could never diminish how it made him shudder. “Your touch. Your strength.”

Something hot and hard slid against his rump. Moon and sun but even now it made him moan and strain his tail upwards, feeling the thick strands of hair run over it. Wetness ran down his back and stained the bed under his flank. His legs shuddered, his rump ached, and the hot breath that wafted against his ear drew the most tender whine from the stallion.

”Stygian.” Please. “My touch, my strength.” Please, just… “Shall always be yours,” Sombra purred, “so long as you submit,” a whisper, “to your King.”

It was only when Stygian dared look back to Twilight and her cocked eyebrow that he realised he was smiling. And was glad that he was standing so close and facing towards her.

“+Definitely+-”

Sombra leaned down harder, growling as his hips ground against the smaller stallion’s. It was so impossibly hard, so magnificently hot, filling him more completely than whatever paltry power the Shadow had ever before offered.

“Not messing-”

It was as well the cottage was outside the town. Even with its thick walls, the lurid smacking of flesh and pleading for ever more, would surely have reached even the soundest sleeper. The growls and grunts, the creaking protestations of his bed, the thump as he was taken onto it fully. To serve his King.

“With dangerous-”

Fangs bit at his withers and Stygian whimpered. “Oh, my love,” the voice was a growl that would put any dragon to shame, “my Queen!” He threw his head back but couldn’t moan, couldn’t proclaim his devotion once more, but instead found fangs nipping at his lips and a rougher, stronger pair pressed to them.

“Shadow ponies…”

The sickly green and violet of alicorn magic shone down upon Stygian, the only illumination he needed as he pulled his head from his stallion’s member. Swallowing what he could, he gasped for breath with lungs that burned from their exertion. A hoof tenderly stroked across and through his mane while two more held his hips as the tingling, terrifying sensation of alicorn magic wrapped around between them. Without that light, he’d still see those irresistible red eyes gazing down with lust and dark fire. With it, he saw the bared fangs of a grin no other could dare to draw from his King.

A bead of sweat ran from Stygian’s brow and the coolness brought to mind just how reddened his cheeks must’ve been. His legs trembled, though he did all he could to stop his tail from twitching this way and that. Twilight still stood there, when he could bring himself to look back, waiting.

“Stygian.” Twilight lifted a foreleg then set it down again. “Please, I’m sorry if I’m prying but I have to know.”

A second bead of sweat joined the first. Why had the smile fallen from her face?

“Is there a… ‘shadow pony’?”

Would it be bad? If he used just the tiniest thread of dark magic to rip open the earth and allow it to swallow him? Or maybe a teleportation spell. He could think up a suitable excuse later but… No, she could follow the wake. Anywhere familiar, safe, that he could retreat to would just invite even more questions! Oh moon and sun, why did this insufferably inquisitive mare just have to start prying into–

She was smiling again. “I’m sorry, there’s still lots from your time that I don’t know, too many quirks of the language, idioms…” Twilight shook her head. “Or maybe you felt you couldn’t tell me?”

Stygian forced a thin smile to his lips. What in Tartarus was she talking about?

“I know it’s not easy but you shouldn’t feel like you can’t come to me.” What was that incantation of teleportation, again? “Or, maybe Rarity would be better. I’ve seen that look before but she knows it better than me.” Twilight giggled, putting a hoof to her lips. “She might push a bit much to meet your ‘shadow pony’, though!” Then touched his chest. “Just, before you say it to anypony else, you might want to go for something a bit more… modern. We say, ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ these days.”

His mouth opened and then shut, wordlessly. His eyes darted about, searching for something, anything to focus his attention on but her.

“Your Highness!” A shorter white mare with a dark brown mane and tail cantered from the throng to the Princess, nodding to Stygian. “Princess, I’m sorry but our itinerary…” She trailed off, levitating a clipboard from her saddlebag and tapped it with a hoof.

“Oh!” Twilight looked to the mare, back to Stygian, and the smile she wore dimmed. “Oh. I’m sorry, Stygian, you know how it is. But please,” she leaned in, smiling wickedly, “the next time we meet, I want to hear all about your ‘shadow pony’!”