Sombra's Ticklish Experiences

Royal Advisor Sombra made his way silently down the halls of the crystal castle, which were empty and barren of all life aside from himself. Even now after all of this time he still couldn’t help but recall when he had called these halls his own, and the kingdom his land. He stared at his own reflection in a window as he passed, scarcely recognizing the stallion he had once been. It felt like lifetimes upon lifetimes ago when burning rage and hatred still viciously flowed through his veins. That was an old life of his; one that he had worked tirelessly to redeem himself from.

Sombra let out a sigh as he tore his eyes away from his reflection and stared down the vacant hallway. He felt smaller than usual. The royal guards were thinly spread throughout different wings of the castle, with many outside all together in preparation for upcoming events. It led to the usually lively and active home to become quiet and almost lonely. Each step he took echoed louder than usual, even as Sombra tried to lighten his step against the crystal flooring.

“Nothing to do,” Sombra let out a weary sigh of boredom as he cast his eyes up and down the halls. There wasn’t much to advise right now, meaning Sombra was left to his own devices. He didn’t like when that was the case. Having nothing to keep his hooves busy usually meant too much thinking about the past, and his mistakes. He liked to keep himself occupied. Shining Armor and Cadance had both told him that he needed more time for himself, and that it was unhealthy for anypony to work as hard as he did. He usually scoffed at them, and told them that he knew his limits better than anypony else. Deep down, he knew they were right. He hated to admit it, though.

Sombra stared mindlessly at a large crystal framed mural as he turned a corner. He had been lost in thought, and as such hadn’t seen the large pedestal he was about to ram into. He felt his body crash, and then heard himself gasp loudly in shock as he went tumbling down to the floor. Something crashed beside him, the pedestal most likely, and whatever had been atop of it clanged angrily down the hall. Sombra groaned as he sat up and shook his head. Despite knowing that he was alone his cheeks still flushed pink with embarrassment.

“Lousy clutter,” Sombra grumbled with annoyance under his breath. Despite his reformity, his temper still had a way of making itself known. He shoved up the pedestal with his magic and looked down the hall for whatever had rolled away. He eventually spotted a golden royal guard helmet at least ten feet away. It shimmered brightly, catching a ray of sun from the open window and seemed to glimmer with pride. This was clearly no regular helmet, but a decorative one of sorts. At least a dozen feathers, some of the largest Sombra had ever seen, stuck out of the top.

Sombra approached the helmet gingerly. He frowned as he picked it up by the golden edge. Some of the feathers had been a bit ruffled up and crumpled. He ran his hoof over them, trying his best to sort them out and return them to how they had looked before his embarrassing blunder.

Only… Something happened that Sombra didn’t really expect. He sat himself down, not thinking much about it as he ran his hoof over the dozen or so feathers, and tried to concentrate. The graze of the soft feather bristles as they ran against his hooves caused Sombra’s chest to unexpectedly tighten. The stallion froze, a bit perplexed by the reaction bubbling up in his chest.

“What the heck?” Sombra mumbled under his breath.

It took Sombra a moment to realize that his own cheeks were growing warm at the simple touch of the feather. The soft and delicate bristles felt tender, and just grazing them over his leg causes his mind to wander and warmth to grow in his chest. He found himself sitting there in the hallway squirming as he mindlessly ran his hoof through the feathers. He silently shut his eyes and drug them against his face. He felt them tickle the underside of his chin and run down his neck, which caused a shiver to attack his whole body at once. He gasped and pulled the feathers away. His face was even redder than before.

A strange thought crossed Sombra’s mind. He wanted to feel the feathers touch his body. The desire started out subtle but quickly grew as he imagined running the massive, fluffy feathers over other parts of his body. He imagined them stroking his belly and between his legs. He could only imagine how soft and wonderful they would feel grazing against such sensitive, vulnerable areas of his body. It wasn’t until he was forced to squeeze his own hind legs shut did he realize just how inappropriate this train of thought was to indulge in when simply standing out in the open.

Still, despite the logical part of his mind asking him what on earth was wrong with him, he still couldn’t shake the thoughts. He put the helmet back a bit reluctantly and gave it a longing stare. It took him a moment to calm himself down enough to unclench his hind legs, and even then he could feel something bounce between his thighs. He was suddenly very, very glad that the castle was empty.

It quickly became apparent to Sombra that he wasn’t going to be able to just wander the halls if his thoughts continued to act up like this. The thought of running into a guard and having to explain why he was half-erect in such a place flustered him just to think about. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried his thoughts just kept wandering back to those soft feathers. He couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful they felt.

“Dammit,” Sombra hissed, growing a bit annoyed now. He shifted back and forth. It seemed the only way he was going to be able to resume his stroll was if he relieved his sudden pent up desires. He was going to have to retreat to the safety of his room and deal with this problem.

“Stupid,” Sombra hissed under his breath, a bit annoyed that he had been overpowered by the mere thought of feathers. He took off quickly, hoping that he would be fast enough to make it to his room before anypony else noticed him.

In fact, the stallion was in such a rush that he hadn’t been able to notice the watchful eyes of a certain prince staring at him from the end of the hall. As soon as he left, Shining Armor stepped out and made his way over to the helmet which had been placed back in its rightful spot. He reached out a hoof and stroked one of the feathers.

“Huh,” Shining Armor said. “Now THATS interesting.”

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Sombra entered his room in a huff, shutting the door behind him with a vicious swing of magic. His face was a hot red mess, despite the fact that he was lucky to have nopony spot him nor the problem between his legs in his search for privacy. The fact that he had to find someplace alone at all was humiliating enough. He felt much like a hormonal teenager, something he hadn’t felt like in an unspeakable amount of time.

“Blast,” Sombra grumbled under his breath as he made his way over to his bed. He sat down at the end and spread his legs, staring down at his half-hard cock. He grabbed it by the midsection and hoisted it up. He stared for a moment. His original plan had been to relieve himself and go about his day, but he realized he wasn’t quite sure what to think about. After all, what aroused him had been… feathers? The soft touch of feathers?

Just as Sombra was about to grumble something else under his breath he was interrupted by a loud knock on his door that caused him to jump. Before he had even a second to react he saw the knob turn. Panic struck him as he reached for the blanket and with force he didn’t know he possessed ripped it from its tucked bedding and cover his lap. He raised his eyes with fury, ill intent on shouting at the stupid pony who had dared come into his chamber without permission.

“Who the hec-- ”

Sombra found himself cut off as the familiar figure of Shining Armor stepped into the room. Very quickly his anger fizzled out and he was left with a heart pounding and flushed cheeks.

“Oh, I thought I’d find you here, Sombra,” Shining Armor said.

“Y-Your Majesty,” Sombra said, feeling panic strike him quickly. “What are you… I-Is there an emergency?”

“Emergency?” Shining Armor asked. “No. Why?”

“Well… Y-You just barged straight into my quarters!” Sombra said defensively.

“I thought you’d want some privacy,” Shining Armor said, stepping closer. There was a devious smile on his face as he approached. “After all, don’t you have to deal with that little problem hidden under the blanket there?”

Sombra felt his heart skip a beat.

“What are you…”

“I saw you, Sombra,” Shining Armor said in a teasing tone. He was grinning now as he got closer. “Had a little mishap with the decorative crystal kingdom helmet display?”

Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Shining Armor was able to catch Sombra entirely off guard. The once all powerful dictator of the crystal empire sat there, blushing, at a unicorn who compared to his own age was very young indeed.

“Sir, I… I’m sorry for my inappropriate behavior. I know it’s not an excuse but I simply could not control myself.” Sombra said huffily, averting his eyes and frowning. “I just don’t know what came over me.”

“Relax, Sombra,” Shining Armor said. He took a step forward, surprising Sombra with the smile and glimmer of a tease behind his eyes. He laid a hoof on the blanket right where Sombra’s leg was. Without missing a beat he continued to catch the already shocked stallion off guard by tugging at the blanket, and pulling it until only the corner covered Sombra’s crotch. The advisor grabbed it and felt himself blush. He became flustered.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sombra asked.

“What’s wrong?” Shining Armor asked. “Nervous?”

Sombra could feel himself grunt at that. A spark of agitation rose up within him. It was an old, bad habit of his that he had softened over the years but hadn’t entirely kicked. He had a tendency to get caught up in his pride. Shining Armor had a way of putting him in his place, which only made the now reformed Sombra more insistent on fighting back.

Shining Armor’s horn began to glow. Sombra felt his eyes widen as it flashed, and suddenly there was a large feather hovering in front of his face. It was long, at least the length of Sombra’s forearm, with purple frilly ends.

“Wh-Wha—”

Sombra’s confusion was cut short as the feather moved in. It drug itself underneath Sombra’s chin against his neck in a sawing motion. A titillating sensation overwhelmed Sombra for a moment, which was just long enough to catch him off guard and for Shining to tug on the blanket one last time, revealing Sombra’s cock to the world.

“Thought so,” Shining Armor said. “You’re still half hard. That’s a strong labido you got there.”

“Y-Your majesty,” Sombra said softly before biting his lip. He hated knowing his cheeks were crimson red. He could feel his lips tug into a smile as a tickly sensation nearly overwhelmed him. He grabbed the sheets on either side of his body and dug in.

Shining Armor made his move. Once Sombra made it clear he wasn’t going to fight back against Shining Armor’s advances the white unicorn climbed up onto the bed. He pushed Sombra back until the black stallion was lying with his belly facing the ceiling.

“You love it, don’t you? You know I’ll go away if you just ask.” Shining Armor said, and then smirked. His eyes dared Sombra to do such a thing, and the black stallion could only huff in response.

“You’re awful,” Sombra grumbled.

“Ah ah ah!” Shining Armor said. “That’s no good.”

The feather began to move as soon as Shining spoke. It drug itself down towards Sombra’s crotch. Soft, feathery bristles glided over the sensitive skin of his cock. A long line of feathery tickles that Shining Armor drug slowly danced down Sombra’s cock. He turned his head and stifled a giggle of his own. As the feather traveled down his shaft it hit his balls.

“E-Ehehehe…” Sombra couldn’t stop himself from letting out a squeaking giggle of defeat. His face burned bright. To be pushed into such a humiliating corner from nothing more than the touch of one lousy feather?

“Aww, ticklish?” Shining Armor asked. “Want me to stop?”

As if threatening to do so, Shining Armor began to slow down the sway of his hoof that held the feather. Sombra felt a brief flash of panic spark in his mind. He glared down at Shining Armor, feeling a bit of his old power come into his tone.

“Don’t you dare slow down,” Sombra said. Actually, he sounded a bit more like he was ordering it.

“What’s that?” Shining Armor asked. “What did we teach you about ordering others around, Sombra? I thought you got over that a long time ago.”

There was a stern tone in Shining Armor’s voice, but as soon as he finished speaking he broke out into a smile and a sly smirk. He was mocking Sombra now, which only made the stallion blush. He had half a mind to snap at the prince, if not for the threat of that feather being taken away. He laid there, squirming, and eventually shut his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sombra said sheepishly. “Please keep… K-Keep brushing me with that feather.”

“That’s more like it,” Shining cooed, and began to resume his brushing. Sombra could feel his whole body tingle. He gasped, and felt his back arch in response. He turned his head and focused on the gliding, soft sting of tickles tracing over his balls. He started to giggle again and this time couldn’t keep it contained behind gritted teeth.

“A-Ahahaha! Nohohot there! Ehehehe!” Sombra practically squealed in response. He wanted to squirm away but didn’t dare allow his body to move. He raised both of his forelegs and covered his face with them. He bit his lip, hard, and did his best to remain calm as his body trembled.

Shining Armor leaned down, allowing his magic to take control of the feather’s course. He laid down on Sombra’s chest and peered down at him with that confident and cocky gaze. Sombra still hated how easy it was for the stallion to make him blush. Now coupled with the fact that he was giggling helplessly made it so the smile felt twice as powerful. All he could do was writhe and squirm and laugh helplessly.

“Kitchy kitchy coo,” Shining Armor teased, wrapping the long feather in a spiral going up Sombra’s cock. He drug on it, allowing the strands of soft feather to graze on every inch of Sombra’s sensitive and ticklish cock. “Y’know, I could add so many more feathers. All you have to do is ask.”

That bastard. Sombra wanted to scream with annoyance, but he bit it back. He knew he would only sound silly trying to bark while giggling helplessly.

“M-More,” Sombra managed to spit out despite his embarrassment beginning to take hold.

“What was that?” Shining Armor asked, raising one of his brows. Sombra was almost positive the stallion heard him, and was just trying to further push him into a corner of submissiveness.

“I-I said more!” Sombra snapped. “Are you deaf? A-Ahahaha!”

“I’ll forgive you snapping at me this once,” Shining Armor said. He reached up his hoof and lightly tapped the black stallion at the end of his nose. “Only cause I think what’s coming up next is punishment enough.”

Sombra barely had a chance to so much as blink before he felt Shining Armor’s magic take hold of his body. He let out a gasp as he was suddenly rolled over onto his belly away from Shining Armor. The feather unraveled from his cock and was pulled away as he was suddenly forced over onto his belly. Just as he looked over his shoulder he could feel the magical grasp of a hand grab the base of his tail and lift it upward, revealing his bare bottom to the world. The fact that it was usually kept below his large, fluffy tail meant that having it so exposed now caused the stallion to blush.

“Your Majesty,” Sombra said, gazing over at his prince. “What do you intend to do?”

“What’s the fun in telling you?” Shining Armor asked as he slid off the bed and walked over to where Sombra’s hind legs were spread and his butt was in full view. The black stallion squirmed at Shining’s lingering gaze alone, and it only made him realize his balls were also visible and hanging out freely. The only thing hidden was his cock, which pressed down to the silky soft sheets of the bed.

Shining Armor’s horn glowed once more. A large feather duster with brown and silver feathers appeared in the air. The feathers were all massive and fluffy. When it pointed in Sombra’s direction a void of feathers greeted him. There had to be at least fifty of them in there. Instantly Sombra’s cheeks flared up and his body tensed.

“Oh, Sombra,” Shining Armor said as he approached Sombra’s bare bottom. He waved the duster threateningly, causing the black stallion’s heart rate to skyrocket. “What a large, soft looking butt you have. I wonder how cute that laugh of yours will sound if I just…”

Shining Armor lowered the duster without further warning. It wasn’t the touch alone that caused Sombra to suddenly need to bite his lip, but the sudden stroking when the prince began to drag the duster all around his bare exposed butt and balls.

“E-Ehehehe!” Sombra whined helplessly. He covered his muzzle with both hooves, whimpering and whining as he squirmed. He instinctively tried to close his legs and free himself from the tickling torment, but Shining had seen to it that the task was near impossible. He restricted Sombra’s hind legs far apart with magical bands that would only break when Shining permitted it, leaving Sombra unable to defend himself in the slightest.

The feathers grazed flawlessly over his smooth bottom. Each stroke sent electric pricks of ticklish pleasure throughout Sombra’s body, causing him to burst out in a sudden giggle whenever a feather or two happened to graze against a patictuarly sensitive spot, which his butt seemed properly stock full of. All he could do was bury his face in his hooves and whimper with ticklish glee.

“Such a cute butt,” Shining Armor said. He lowered himself down on the bed between Sombra’s spread legs. Now the feathers were focusing on one of his cheeks and the inside of one of his thighs. This caused Sombra to burst out laughing and even squeal some. He didn’t realize Shining Armor was getting closer until he could feel the hot breath run down his non tormented cheek.

The last thing Sombra expected to feel happened. He felt teeth sink into his butt. Shining Armor had bit him!

“Ahh!” Sombra let out a helpless gasp before devolving into a new batch of giggles he had been desperately trying to hold back. He let out a high-pitched yelp each time Shining Armor’s teeth put the least bit of pressure down. Between the light stroking torment of the feathers and the sudden pinch of teeth poor Sombra had no idea how to react. He was caught between yelping and squealing with laughter, leading to his cries being a mix of the two.

“A-Ah! Ehehehe! Ahhh! N-Nohohot there! Ahhh!”

Soon Shining had sunk his teeth into every part of Sombra’s meaty and sensitive cheek. It was never enough to leave more than a light imprint that would fade quickly, but it always caught Sombra off guard. His body was on such high alert from the nonstop stroking of feathers that any touch seemed to make him fly through the roof with intensity.

“You’ve been an awfully good boy,” Shining Armor said when he finally grew tired of nibbling on Sombra. He pulled the duster away, allowing Sombra a moment to catch his breath as he prepared for whatever sort of torment might come next. He looked over his shoulder to see Shining Armor.

“Your Majesty,” Sombra said, softly. “Does tickling me… p-please you?”

Sombra didn’t know why he was stuttering. Why did this of all things embarrass him so much? Shining had teased him before but it had never made Sombra feel quite so flustered and sheepish as this had. All he could do was lay there and squirm as he sat under Shining Armor’s watchful gaze.

“Does it please me?” Shining Armor asked. He climbed closer to Sombra, and soon the black stallion felt something warm and hard press right up to his butt in the center where his two cheeks met. It was long and hard. Sombra knew immediately that it was Shining Armor’s cock, fully erect and gliding up and down his cheeks. “Does this answer you?”

“Y-Yes,” Sombra said, softer than before. He could not for the lift of him stop tripping over his words. Shining Armor had really pushed him to the edge of his embarrassment.

“You enjoy making your prince happy, don’t you?” Shining Armor asked.

Sombra shut his eyes and bit down a flustered, snappy response.

“Yes…” Sombra spoke.

“Then you’d best roll over,” Shining said. “If you want to make me happy, that is.”

Sombra let out a heavy breath and then nodded his head. He did as Shining Armor asked of him, and rolled over. He was on his back once more, with legs spread and cock pointed straight up. It hadn’t softened in the slightest. He looked down, and saw Shining Armor’s cock as well. It was also rock solid. Sombra gulped at the sight of it, and wondered what fate await him now.

“You’re such a good little tickle toy,” Shining Armor said. He reached out a hoof and began to rub Sombra’s belly in small circles. Sombra felt his lower jaw tremble so he bit down and glanced away. He was still blushing. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” Sombra said. He spat out of the word so not to risk stuttering once more.

“I can make you lose it,” Shining Armor said with a devious grin. “You’ll have to give me full control, though.”

“Full control?” Sombra asked hesitantly. “What do you mean?”

“It means,” Shining Armor said. “You’re gonna feel those tickly feathers on every inch of your body. But, I’ll need to bind you a bit so you don’t do anything naughty like try to get away. Is that alright with you?”

Sombra could feel the desire to squirm rise up. He forced himself to kick it down and simply gave a curt nod of his head. He didn’t dare speak in case he found a way to embarrass himself even more. All he knew was that Shining was right, and he definitely wanted more. Part of him was convinced he would let Shining Armor do just about anything if it meant more tickling.

“Alright,” Shining Armor said, grinning wider now. “You asked for it.”

Sombra had hardly a moment to prepare himself before Shining Armor’s horn began to glow once again. Sombra felt the familiar embrace of magic take control over his entire body. He gasped as he was lifted up into the air. He went up and up until he was at least a good five feet off of the bed. He stared down at Shining Armor helplessly, knowing that his entire body was on display. There wasn’t an inch of him he could possibly hope to protect while trapped in Shining’s magic like this.

“What now?” Sombra asked. He was almost afraid to know the answer.

“Now,” Shining Armor said, grinning. “I get to have some fun.”

Shining Armor’s horn flashed. In an instant Sombra was blinded. When he was able to open his eyes again he gasped loudly. Suddenly he couldn’t see Shining Armor. In fact, he couldn’t see much of below him. Just underneath him a feather duster nearly the size of the bed itself had appeared. Massive, navy blue feathers all opened up underneath his dangling body. Sombra stared down with wide eyes. The feathers all danced and waved, controlled by a hungry sort of magic that made them seem alive. Sombra pulled away one of his hooves that was close enough for a feather to reach up and lick, but not before he felt the gentle soft touch of its graze and let out a giggling reaction.

“Th-This is insane,” Sombra said.

“Do you not want it?” Shining Armor asked somewhere below the duster.

Sombra bit down hard on his lip. He hated Shining Armor so much right now.

“I… I want it,” Sombra said.

“Good,” Shining Armor replied. “Cause you’re totally doomed.”

With that, Sombra felt himself drop. Not too far, obviously. The magic caught him again once he was thrust into the embrace of the massive duster. He felt his eyes widen, and knew instantly that Shining Armor was not over exaggerating in the least when he said he would be doomed. Before he even had a chance to fully process just how bad this was for him, he started to laugh.

“B-Bahahaha! Eehehehee! Nohohooooo!”

Despite Sombra’s giggly pleas the feathers continued to attack. He was right to assume that they moved like magic, because as soon as they were dancing across his belly it became clear to him that they were being controlled. Feathers began to twist around his legs and his midsection wrapping his body tightly and then dragging themselves so the poor unicorn would be forced to feel each and every bristle touch his sensitive flesh. They ran up and down his belly, reaching all the way up to his neck. There was hardly an inch on him below his neck that wasn’t being attacked by the vicious and deadly feathers.

“You like it up there?” Shining Armor asked. The unicorn was now lounging on Sombra’s bed. He stared up with a satisfied and giddy sort of smile. “You look adorable squirming and giggling.”

“Sh-Shuhuhut up!” Sombra snapped. “A-Ahahaha! Nohohot there! Eeeeheheee!”

“Yehehehes there!” Shining Armor said back, teasing Sombra further.

Sombra felt the feathers grow more feisty. They tightened their grip on his limbs, restraining him even further. He could feel several feather tips all glide and poke his helpless belly as even more feathers moved down to stroke and prod at his cock and balls. When he felt a few of them begin to run up and down his butt he really started to lose it. His giggling quickly devolved into squeals. He tried to kick but the feathers had found a way to restrain him, leaving him entirely exposed.

As the feathers continued to saw up and down his butt he felt a few grab hold of his cock. It felt much like feathery fingers, each trying to stroke him all while tickling him senseless. Each little lick and touch of those damn feathers on his sensitive cock made the once great Sombra want to cry with pleasure. Electric-like stings of ticklish pleasure went up his entire body. His cock ached, beginning to wet the feathers stroking him with his excessive amount of pre-cum.

“Ahhh! Ahhhahahaha! Ahhh!”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Shining Armor asked.

“Ahh! Y-Yehehes!” Sombra cried out.

“You love it, don’t you?”

“I dohohooo!” Sombra whined. He was helpless to do anything but agree with Shining Armor. “I-I lohohove being tickled! I love the feathers! Ahahaha! Plehehese don’t stop!”

“Didn’t plan on it, silly,” Shining Armor said.

It was becoming clear to Sombra that he was perhaps drunk on the ticklish sensations. It was actually becoming a bit difficult to think at all what with him mind so enraptured by the feathers. All he could think of was how much it tickled, and how much his body responded with delightful waves of pleasure. No matter how much he tugged and squirmed the feathers simply continued. It was beginning to feel like he was cocooned in a tomb of feathers that ran over every inch of him. It didn’t matter if they knew his ticklish spots or not, because there were just so many that they were bound to trigger them.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!”

Sombra began to gasp and whine louder as the feathers squeezed and wrapped around his member. His laughter died down, and more moaning began to pour from his mouth. He was practically dazed from the overwhelming pleasure of the tickle torture that he hadn’t allowed himself to realize just how close the feathers alone had brought him to orgasm. Right now his legs were trembling. His cock was practically spouting cum. Soon his laughter became entirely dominated by loud, lustful moans.

“Ahh! C-Can’t take it! E-Ehehehe! Your Majesty I’m gohohona…!”

Sombra couldn’t get one more word out before he felt the point of no return hit him full force. He tried to clamp his mouth shut, but the feathers seemed to only get more intense as he was cumming. He burst out laughing as shot after shot of thick, sticky seed burst from his cock. For a moment he was overwhelmed with pleasure. The sensation of soft feathers traveling up and down his shaft and butt was a heaven he didn’t want to end. As soon as the orgasm passed the lightest touch of a feather on his sensitive cock made him whimper helplessly.

“That’s a good boy,” Shining Armor said as he unwrapped Sombra’s limbs and lowered both himself and the massive duster to the bed. Sombra collapsed on top of it, burying himself in the bed of massive feathers. He looked up wearily at Shining Armor and smiled.

“Thank you,” Sombra said softly. He knew he was blushing, but for the moment he didn’t care. He was far too happy, and exhausted, to bother himself with sheepishness. He did however shut his eyes, only to fling them open when he felt the soft touch of Shining Armor’s lips press down against his own.

Shining Armor chuckled as he pulled away.

“Wanna do this again sometime?” Shining Armor asked.

“I mean… o-only if you want,” Sombra said.

“I don’t think I’M the one who just came from a bunch of feathers, now am I?” Shining threw back with a teasing grin before sticking out his tongue. He looked immature, not much like a prince nor somebody Sombra would have respected at all during his time of rule. Yet still, that face made Sombra’s heart melt. He realized that he would have given just about anything to make Shining Armor happy in that moment.

“Fine,” Sombra said. “You’re right. I’m the one who wants it again.”

“I know,” Shining Armor said before leaning down and pecking Sombra’s cheek. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“You’re pushing your luck, your Majesty,” Sombra said with a glare directed at his ruler. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you enjoy tormenting me a bit too much.”

“So what if I do?” Shining Armor asked. “I highly doubt somebody who loves it as much as you clearly do will stop me. Am I wrong?”

Sombra rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath. He was far too tired to argue any further. He sat up and grabbed Shining Armor with both forelegs and pulled him close with an impressive display of strength. Shining gasped with surprise as he was pulled into the mess of feathers and forcibly held close to Sombra.

“S-Sombra,” Shining said. For the first time he was the one to sound flustered.

“I’m tired,” Sombra said. “Let’s just lay here for a bit.”

Shining Armor loosened up a bit before giggling and set his head against Sombra’s fluffy chest. The prince curled up close to the black stallion, and suddenly Sombra felt at peace. He let out a resigned sigh and held Shining close to his chest before lying down his own head as well.

“Later,” Sombra said, smiling to himself as he spoke. “I’ll be sure to give you some payback for all that teasing.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Shining Armor responded. “Sounds like a date.”

With that, the two stallions settled down. Both of them shut their eyes, and for just a little while began enjoying the warmth of each other’s embrace.