Pound Cake x King Sombra OTP!
Pound Cake's New Foalsitter
It was a fine, sunny Hearts and Hooves Day in Ponyville and King Sombra was walking down the street, just minding his own business and hoping to find his very special somepony.
"I know," he thought to himself, "I'll go and get a cake."
Sombra trotted off to Sugarcube Corner, a spring in his step and a smile on his face.
"I'd like to buy a cake," he announced to the swirly-haired mare behind the counter.
"What sort of a cake would you like?" she asked.
"Oh... I don't know..." Sombra looked around the shop. Nothing caught his eye in particular. Wait a moment...
There in the corner was a vision of beauty. A pale brown pegasus foal with a tuft of darker brown mane. "How much would that be?" Sombra pointed at the foal.
"Oh, you!" chuckled the pony behind the counter. "He's not for sale. He's my son, Pound Cake."
"Not for sale, eh?" Sombra scratched his head with a hoof. "Mind if I borrow him then?"
"You're offering to foalsit? That would actually be really helpful. Look, I don't know you mister, but you seem like a kind and honest fellow..."
"Whatever." Sombra was already starting to get bored with this idea.
"And I need to get some stuff done around here." The shop pony gestured around the room. "Why don't you take Pound Cake out for a walk and play a few games with him. I can pay you for your time."
"Sure." Sombra thought that he could actually do with a bit of cash. He was broke. He had no idea what he would have used to pay for a cake anyway.
The mare tucked her little foal into a pushchair, and Sombra used his magic to wheel him out of the store. "Right", he thought, "let's go back to mine then."
"Guuuurrr," gurgled the foal.
A few minutes later, Sombra was unlocking his front door and wheeling the pushchair into his house. He looked at the cute little foal and grinned. "OK, now how about you and I play a little game of doctors?"
"Goo goo," said Pound Cake, "gaa gaa."
Sombra trotted over to a chest of drawers that he kept for occasions such as this and unlocked the bottom drawer with a key that he kept chained around his neck. He withdrew a syringe tipped with a sharp needle, and containing a powerful muscle relaxant. Then out came a scalpel, a pair of tweezers, and a wooden tongue depressor.
Sombra took them over to a clear spot on the floor and deposited them there. Then he trotted to the pushchair and carefully unfastened the straps holding the foal in. For a moment, he thought about how it might be easier to keep the tiny colt restrained, but he decided against it. They'd have more room for play on the floor.
"Gaa goo," cooed the foal as Sombra carried him onto the floor using the force of his levitation.
Sombra took the flat wooden stick and eased it into the foal's mouth, parting his delicate lips. "Say aaahh!" demanded the powerful stallion, bending down to peer into the pegasus foal's mouth. He could see all the way to the back of the tiny pony's throat. Pound Cake had already grown a few teeth. That would make things harder at "feeding time". Sombra couldn't bear biters.
"Aaaawwwhh!" The foal seemed to be enjoying the game so far, and he happily played along, opening his mouth for the tongue depressor. Sombra knew from experience that they always enjoyed it for the first few minutes, but their enjoyment never lasted long.
Sombra took the scalpel and tweezers. "Now let's pretend you have an 'owie' and King Sombra's going to make it all better," he laughed.
Pound Cake looked a little uncertain, his ears drooping.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit." Sombra grinned at him.
Sombra held the surgical equipment near the foal's leg, pretending to remove a piece of glass or other minor bit of shrapnel from the colt's hoof. Sombra took a bandage and wrapped it around the hoof. "There, all better." The King smiled. Pound Cake laughed.
"Holy Celestia!" cried Sombra, spotting the needle full of dangerous drugs, "I can't believe I left this lying around near you! That could have been awful!" Sombra locked the syringe back in its drawer.
Pound Cake was starting to look a little bored of this game. As Sombra had expected, he wouldn't enjoy it for long. Foals that age have such short attention spans.
"Feeding time!" Sombra got up from the floor and picked the pegasus foal up with his levitation. He floated the tiny colt over to a chair with straps and fastened them tightly. Wouldn't want the little pegasus flying away any time soon.
"I hope you like cock!" Sombra adjusted the height of Pound Cake's chair to a more convenient height for his thrusts. "I know what you're thinking. That it's not natural for a colt of your age to eat the meat. But I had plenty of cock at your age, and I turned out just fine."
Sombra walked to the refridgerator and opened it with a hoof. He levitated out a box of leftovers. "Anyway, I cooked a whole chicken last night with some bacon, mushrooms, and red wine. I know... I know... but it was alcohol-free wine. I've been sober for 3 years now. Coq au vin is delicious, but I could never get through a whole cock just by myself, especially with the amount of delicious, healthy vegetables that I'd prepared to go with it."
Sombra served up the leftover chicken and vegetables onto a big plate and a little plate and levitated the small one towards Pound Cake. He was surprised at how readily the foal took to eating it with his hooves. He had been expecting to have to thrust spoonfuls into the foal's mouth, but this little tyke was a good eater.
They'd had a lot of fun together, but now the atmosphere became grim, and Sombra could sense a pressing need. He looked at the foal, at his cute little face, his tiny chest, legs, and hooves, and noticed the curve of his flank. "No more playing around. It's time I got stuck into that arse now!" he said, not caring who could hear him.
Sombra carried the foal upstairs in his field of levitation, a sneer on his face. He took Pound Cake to his bedroom. Letting the foal sit in the corner for a while, he prepared his bed for action, putting in place a splatter-proof sheet, and arranging the other things he'd need. Pound Cake cooed and giggled while Sombra got everything ready.
It was finally time. Even with all that playing about, Sombra had always known it was going to come down to this. Sombra knew that ponies had needs. Basic biological needs. Sombra couldn't ignore them. Nopony could ignore them. All their activity this morning had only put off the inevitable.
Sombra lay the tiny colt on his splatter-proofed bed and rubbed his front hoofs together. Carefully he unwrapped the disposable nappy that the foal was wearing. It was worse than he thought. A disgusting mess.
"I hope my hooves aren't too cold for you. I rubbed them together to warm them up." He wiped the area down with biodegradable, unscented, hypoalergenic wipes. (He tried to do his bit to save the planet.) Finally, Pound Cake's rear was looking passably clean, and he fastened a little folded white towel around the foal with a safety pin. "There, that's better," he said.
Keeping one eye on the little pegasus, he cleared up the mess, and washed his hooves. "D'oh!" he facehoofed. Why hadn't he just used his magic to clear all that up? That would have been better than using his hooves!
Sombra sighed, and took the foal back downstairs.
"Crikey!" Sombra looked at the clock. "Is that the time? I should be getting you back home."
"Gaa goo," cooed the foal.
Sombra strapped Pound Cake back into his pushchair and wheeled him out the door and back through town to Sugarcube Corner.
Mrs Cake looked up when Sombra arrived back at the shop. "Did you two have a nice time?"
"Yes, we had a wonderful time," Sombra smiled at Pound Cake and the foal smiled back.
"Awww... he really seems to have taken to you." Mrs Cake wiped her hooves and trotted over to give her son a hug. "What's this?" Mrs Cake pointed at the towel.
"You really should give them a try," Sombra explained, "they're a lot better for the environment than disposable ones."
"I know, I know, I really should." Mrs Cake looked a little guilty. "But with two small foals, all that washing really adds up. Add to that the responsibility of looking after a business, and of looking after, well... she's really an adult, but Pinkie behaves like a big kid herself sometimes."
"Yes, I understand," said Sombra understandingly. "Wait a minute... two foals?!"
"Well, I didn't want to overwhelm a new foalsitter with both of them," Mrs Cake explained.
"It wouldn't have been a problem. I have loads of experience foalsitting."
"How much do I owe you then?" Mrs Cake took out her purse.
"No, no, put your money away." Sombra was a bit of a sucker. "I had a great time. No charge."
"Really?" asked Mrs Cake.
"I insist," insisted Sombra.
"OK, there must be something else I can do to make it up for you...?"
And so Mrs Cake sucked Sombra off behind the counter, thus warranting this story's "Sex" tag.
FIN.
Author's Note
Happy 1st of April, everypony!
I REGRET NOTHING!
