“And why should I accompany you?” Sombra huffed, staring down his slender host.
Alex sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose but held his ground. “Because we’re supposed to be clearing your name ~ remember? Unless you start going out and proving you’re not a threat anymore, ponies will keep thinking you’re a threat.”
“Oh but I am a threat,” the towering, umbral stallion chuckled, stepping forward and drawing a hoof up the young man’s thigh. “Just look at you. The thought of my big, threatening stallionhood gracing your interior is bringing a tent to those deliciously lacy panties of yours.”
Suppressing a thrilled shiver, Alex had to force himself to step back and glower at the stud. It was true, he’d developed a profound weakness for his unexpectedly seductive guest - that said, he still had a job to do. He held his ground and lifted his head, doing his best to shoot the stallion an imposing glare.
Nearly a month had passed since he’d been shouldered with the responsibility of looking after Sombra, the once-tyrannical King who’d subjugated the Crystal Empire and nearly conquered Equestria on a handful of occasions, and things weren’t going exactly as he’d planned. For starters, as he’d been quick to discover, the stud was quite keen on him and had been remarkably forward with his lecherous interests - secondly, his own fetishistic proclivities were not making his job an easy one. Shaking his head, he kept his eyes on his guest’s smugly grinning face.
Even before he’d come to Equestria, his sexual tastes had been a departure from what most of the world - his world considered normal. Being a bit of a size queen wasn’t an issue, nor was his preference for big, beefy guys, but his fixation with large, well-hung guys didn’t stop with humans. Though he’d never breathed a word of it to anyone on earth, he’d always found equines captivating and arousing - a bit too arousing.
Looking the femboy up and down, paying particularly close attention to Alex’s deliciously flat chest, ample hips, and groin, Sombra’s eyes eventually settled on his host’s face. “I have a counter offer…”
Struggling not to look at the hanging stallionhood beneath the colossus, Alex kept his attention on the stud’s face. “Go on…”
“Instead of going to the - Ugh - mall,” Sombra groaned, rolling his eyes. “How about we stay here and you practice your housewife routine. If you impress me, I may pin you to the bed and breed that succulent ass of yours.”
Alex lifted a finger and opened his mouth to give a scathing reply but quickly pursed his lips. “Considering I don’t have a housemaid outfit, that’s impossible.”
Peaking a brow, Sombra’s haughtiness faltered. “Impossible. I’ve seen -”
“You’ve seen some of my wardrobe,” Alex cut him off, “but I do not have a maid’s uniform. How about we go to the mall, you help me pick one out, then I can play dressup for you?”
If he had to negotiate with the big bastard to get what he wanted, so be it - that and he honestly didn’t have a maid costume. One benefit of tending to Sombra, aside from regularly getting to stuff his throat or tush with horse meat, was that Cadance and Shining were compensating him for his time and trouble. Truth be told, the amount of bits he was being given was more than enough to live comfortably off of with room to spare, so an outing to go shopping was well within his budget.
“I’ll agree to your terms on one condition ~” Sombra mused, lifting a forehoof, “you wear something I choose for the excursion. I may no longer have my crown, but I will not be seen with you looking like this.”
Glancing down at himself, Alex scrunched his nose. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt, socks, and one of his nicer pair of panties, a perfectly comfortable and appropriate ensemble to lounge around the house in, but he’d had no intention of wearing them out. Giving a curt nod, he smiled and waved toward his room.
“Lead the way,” he chirped, giving a small bow to stroke his guest’s already bloated ego.
Following along after the stud, trying and failing not to admire Sombra’s sculpted backside, he quickly came to regret the bargain he’d struck. Not twenty minutes later, after begrudgingly donning the garments his guest had selected for him, he found himself strolling down the sidewalk alongside the titanic stallion. While he was used to running errands in women’s clothing, it wasn’t like he ever paraded about looking like a strumpet - at least until that morning.
“Did you have to pick out the shortest skirt I have?” he groaned, reaching back and pulling at the painfully short article.
His ensemble was, in a word, revealing. A skin-tight tube-top clung to his torso, barely covering his, and the micro skirt around his hips didn’t even reach his thighs - to make matters worse, clashing against his black attire, his underwear consisted of a neon-pink g-string. He didn’t have to bend over or squat down for ponies to catch glimpses of his tush or coin purse, which made what would have normally been a relaxed trip both nerve wracking and thrilling.
“Yes,” Sombra intoned, keeping his relaxed pace beside the blushing femboy, “because a King’s concubine should evoke feelings of jealousy from those around him.”
It would have been painfully obvious for anyone who looked at them to instantly realize their dynamic, knowing they were a couple or at the very least in some sort of relationship, yet there was one element of his garb that made the fact even more apparent - the collar around his neck. Though he wasn’t tethered to the stud by a leash, the choker he wore was the perfect representation of their dynamic. He may have been younger, substantially smaller, and an entirely different species from Sombra, but he was the massive stallion’s bottom-bitch through and through.
Slowing ever so slightly, lagging behind his host, Sombra drew his tongue over his lips as he admired Alex’s rump. “Perhaps we could find a swimsuit for you while we’re at the mall. It’s been a while, but I’d fancy a trip to the beach - maybe Sapphire Shoals.”
Alex stopped and allowed his guest to walk by, fruitlessly tugging his skirt down. “We can figure that out after we get to the mall. Trust me, it’s not easy finding anything that fits.”
“Right,” Sombra murmured, “the whole human thing.”
“Yeah,” Alex grumbled, doubly frustrated that he was reminded about his unique status.
He honestly didn’t mind being the only human in Equestria, but that made shopping for anything to wear a chore. While there were shops that specialized in garments for bipeds, which was where he’d procured almost the entirety of his wardrobe, it was all too common for him to request certain adjustments to better fit his morphology. His hope was that his favorite boutique would have some new articles in stock that he could slip into without issue, although there was no guarantee he’d find what he was looking for.
Looking over at the stallion, he cocked his head. “Anywhere you’d like to go today?”
“Honestly, no,” Sombra rumbled, watching a pair of ponies cross the street to get out of their path.
“I figured we could get some lunch and see a movie - that is if there’s anything interesting playing,” he remarked.
The stallion shorted as they rounded a corner and came into view of the sprawling shopping center. “Yes, talkies. I recall them being a fad before I was deposed.”
Alex smiled and kept his eyes forward, both intrigued and a bit saddened by the comment. He hadn’t been around when Sombra had been a villain, nor when the colossus had almost defeated the Elements of Harmony, but he knew the King had been absent for an extensive period of time. For all intents and purposes, Sombra’s view of the world was antiquated at best, allowing him to show his guest all the modern marvels Equestria had developed over the past several decades.
Drifting closer to the side, he softly patted the stud’s shoulder. “Well maybe you’ll see something that catches your eye in one of the shops.”
“Too late for that,” Sombra snickered, nonchalantly groping the young man’s rear. “Like I said at the house, I would have been happy to stay home and play with you.”
Sensing his comparably meager dick twitch within its silken confines, Alex swallowed hard. As much as he would have loved to succumb to his urges, he had a job to do. Being dicked down by the adonic giant was incredible, easily the best sex he’d ever had, but Cadance and Shining expected weekly updates on Sombra’s activities and his efforts to acclimate the ne’er do well back into society. While nobody anticipated the former evildoer would start singing kumbaya and rescuing puppies, going out without attempting to enslave the populace was a step in the right direction.
The only way he could stave off Sombra’s shameless advances was to keep quiet, so he did just that. Seeing them to and into the mall, ignoring the few ponies who gawked or openly fled from the menacing stallion, he sauntered to an information kiosk. With nearly a hundred stores in the shopping center, selling everything from toys and clothes to snacks and sporting goods, it would be in their favor to map a route of any particular venues to visit.
Sombra studied the illuminated map for a moment, before leveling a hoof at a location at the far end of the complex. “What’s that?”
Squinting down at the particular shop, Alex weakly laughed. “Bits and Bridles? That’s a place that sells - uh…” he trailed off, choosing his words carefully, “unique items.”
“Such as?” the stud pressed, affixing the lad with his crimson gaze.
“Maybe it’d be better to show you,” Alex reluctantly replied.
Running his hoof from the store’s where bouts to their position, Sombra nodded. “Then we’ll go there first. I’m dying to know what sort of unique items they offer.”
To Alex’s surprise, his charge turned, trotted past the map, and moved in the direction of the shop that had caught his interest. He’d intentionally been vague regarding what the outlet sold, knowing they specialized in fetish gear, and he’d hoped the King wouldn’t pursue his curiosity - alas, his attempt to dissuade the stallion fell to shambles. Even though Sombra had a negation ring on his horn, nullifying his potent magic, there’d be nothing he could do to stop the titan, unless…
“H…how about we hit up the boutique first,” he bleated, rushing to catch up with his guest. “It’s on the way to Bits and Bridles.”
“If you insist,” Sombra noted, glancing over at the lad, “but I’m still adamant that you let me select a few items for you - oh and you’ll have to try them on for me.”
Something told Alex not to agree, but he didn’t have much of a choice. “Fine,” he groaned, praying he hadn’t just done something to screw himself over.
In spite of stopping to do a touch of window shopping, the pair made their way to the Two-Legged Tailor, the one and only boutique that catered to bipeds. Though the place almost exclusively did business for Diamond Dogs and Abyssinians, they were happy to cater to Alex’s needs. As they saw themselves inside, stopping just within the entrance, they were greeted by a whole host of both male and female garments.
With his cursory examination done, Sombra instantly drifted toward the area brimming with lace, frills, and pastel hues, wholly ignoring the more masculine attire. “I’m sure we’ll find something for you over here.”
Alex followed behind the stallion, cursing under his breath. Knowing his luck and Sombra’s track record, he was about to be handed something exquisitely immodest and bawdy. Passing by the more modest dresses and tops, the King only slowed when he approached the lingerie section. Either his guest’s suggestion for a maid outfit had been a ruse all along or he was prioritizing some undergarments to accompany the costume they sought.
“Here we are,” Sombra hummed, plucking a hanger from a rack. “Whether or not you’re dressed as a maid, I’m sure this would be positively ravishing on you.”
With a noiseless gulp, Alex stared at the presented unmentionables. Black as midnight and just as sinful, the outfit consisted of leggings, panties, garter belt with garters, and even a bra. He had no doubt that he’d look fantastic in the getup, especially because it would contrast against his pale skin, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to see if it was in his size. Inching forward and looking at the tag, he winced.
“This might be beyond my price range,” he muttered.
“Then forego the maid uniform and buy this instead,” Sombra insisted. “Frankly, I’d much rather see you flitting about the house in this than a conservative dress and stuffy top. I trust they have a fitting room?”
Glancing over the tags, seeing that the assortment of garments should fit him decently well, Alex reflexively pointed off to one corner of the shop. “Over there, yeah,” he answered, realizing all too late what he’d done. “Wait ~ you don’t want me to-”
“Be a dear and try that on for me,” Sombra snickered, wheeling around and marching toward the changing room. “Not to worry, I won’t expect too much out of you - just a peek and maybe a little twirl.”
On one hand, Alex was excited to find something new to wear that piqued his interest - on the other, he had no doubt how things were going to shape up. He’d show himself off, which would only exacerbate Sombra’s flirting, and he’d spend the rest of their trip being more flustered than ever. While he was annoyed at the development, having effectively put himself between a rock and a hard place, he was stricken with divine inspiration.
Dashing past the ponderous stallion, he scampered into one of the two stalls, drew the curtain, and fumbled for his top. Sombra wasn’t the only one with wiles to employ. Turning the tables on the sexy bastard might have seemed counterintuitive, actively trying to get the stud worked up, yet it seemed more than fair - after all, if he was going to end up walking around trying to conceal his arousal, the King may as well do the same.
After peeling his top up and over his head, he hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his skirt, wriggled his hips, and hauled the article down his thighs. It was probably a dumb idea to willingly do what Sombra wanted, but he couldn’t help himself. At worst, he’d ensure getting fucked senseless that afternoon - at best, he’d ruffle the colossus’ feathers and dole out some much needed payback for all the teasing he routinely endured.
As he began donning the various pieces of lingerie, slipping into the garter belt and clasping the bra around his chest, he paused and turned an ear to the curtain. It sounded like several other ponies had entered the shop and were discussing something, but that didn’t bother him in the slightest. One of the best things about Equestria was that gender norms and sexual preferences were a non-issue, with creatures of all types free to do as they pleased.
Donning the leggings and clasping the garters to the garment around his waist, once he’d donned the panties, he stood, adjusted the getup, and looked to the mirror in his stall. He’d never been much of a narcissist, but the ensemble accentuated his already feminine aesthetic by an order of magnitude - unfortunately for him, he was only able to appreciate his reflection for a fleeting moment. The talking from outside grew louder and markedly more heated, shaking him from his reverie and prompting him to peek into the shop.
“You should have stayed in Tartarus!” a pegasus blared, thrusting a hoof in Sombra’s direction.
“Yeah,” a smaller unicorn mare chimed in, her horn glowing ominously. “I don’t know how the hay you got out, but we’re not about to let you leave here.”
“Please,” Sombra scoffed, utterly unperturbed by the duo, “as if you two could do anything. Just to set the record straight, I was never in Tartarus; I was banished to the wastelands, came back, then I was vaporized twice. If you’re going to berate me, at least get the story straight.”
“Don’t you talk to my wife that way!” the feathered pegasus asserted, imposing himself between the horned mare and the formidable giant before him.
Sombra’s lips curled, showing off his fangs, as he stepped forward and brought his nose to within inches of the pegasus’ face. “Or what? I’m doing my best to turn over a new leaf, but I don’t think the Princesses would chastise me too severely if I had to defend myself.”
“H…hey!” Alex squawked, rushing out of the changing room. “What’s going on here?”
The trio of ponies all looked to him, though only the King seemed amused in the slightest. The last thing he’d wanted to do was to show himself off in such a scandalous state, but the precarious circumstances demanded that he intervene. Stomping toward the three with a scowl plastered on his face, he came to a halt next to Sombra and faced the persecuting couple.
“Princess Cadance and Prince Shining are giving him a second shot,” he explained, doing his damnedest not to acknowledge what he was wearing. “If Discord and Starlight Glimmer were given a chance to reform, Sombra should too.”
“What are you, his wife?” the stallion asked, thrown off guard by the young man’s appearance.
“More like a husband,” Sombra smoothly chuckled. “But no, he is my steward, chaperone, and concubine ~ isn’t that right, honey?” He punctuated the question by draping his head over the femboy’s shoulder, adding a depraved layer to what was already a chaotic scene.
Alex shot the stud a dirty look but quickly crossed his arms over his chest and turned his attention back to the pair of ponies who’d rudely thrown a monkey wrench into their day. “Go ahead and run off to tell the royal guard, see if I care - if you don’t believe me, maybe they’ll help clear matters up for you.”
“Fine,” the stallion spat, turning and taking the mare under his wing. “Come on…”
Waiting until the couple had departed, Alex rounded on and jammed a finger to Sombra’s broad chest. “And you,” he began, staring up and into the stud’s wide eyes, “you don’t need to escalate situations.”
It only took Sombra a split-second to compose himself, but his tranquil, arrogant smile returned in no time at all. “My ~ aren’t we the valiant one.”
“I’m serious, Sombra,” Alex groused, boldly reaching up and pulling the stallion’s head down to his eye level. “Stuff like that will not help your reputation.”
The giant stallion closed his eyes, drew a breath, and slowly exhaled. “My apologies, I hadn’t intended to provoke them. I’ll be on my best behavior from now on - rather I’ll be on my best behavior in public…”
With a start, Alex looked down as a hoof wandered up his leg and to his hip. He could hardly believe it; the King had been mere moments from exchanging blows with a complete stranger, yet he was just as suave as ever. Quite literally having to restrain himself, feeling his cock struggling within his panties, he glanced to the side, snatched up a sundress and marched over to the checkout counter.
“I’d like to buy these,” he flatly stated, putting on the dress.
Even if things had gone off the rails, he could make lemonade from lemons. The sundress would draw much less attention than the outfit he’d worn to the mall, not to mention he’d cover nearly all the lingerie adorning his slim frame, so he saw no harm in continuing their outing while wearing it. Realizing he’d left his cash in his skirt, without looking back, he pointed to the changing room.
“Go get my wallet,” he coldly instructed.
Heavily trotting away, Sombra softly snorted. “Yes, Honey…”
As soon as Alex was handed his wallet, Alex purchased the items, thanked the clerk, and plodded out of the store. He realized Sombra hadn’t started the altercation, but the big lug certainly hadn’t done anything to help the confrontation. Stopping just outside of the shop, he looked around, spotted a bench, and sauntered over to seat himself. He just needed a few minutes to cool off, seeing as how they’d only arrived at the mall a short time ago.
Resting on the bench, he only then remembered that he’d left his clothes in the changing stall of the boutique. It wasn’t even lunchtime, yet the day had gone off the rails in spectacular fashion. He’d gone out in public looking like a total strumpet, Sombra hadn’t stopped hitting on him since he’d gotten up, and he’d only narrowly averted a fight. Just as he considered throwing in the towel and heading home, the bench creaked beside him.
“Here,” Sombra whispered, handing him a small parcel. “The clerk took the liberty of giving me a bag for your things. For what it’s worth, I didn’t intend to start a ruckus back there…”
Slipping the bag under his arm, Alex weakly smiled. “Thanks and don’t worry about it. From what little I saw, you clearly weren’t the one who started the problem.”
The pair sat in silence for a moment, digesting everything that had just happened, before Sombra cleared his throat. “Would you like to hear something funny?”
“Sure,” Alex softly replied, idly watching ponies coming and going from the various shops or trotting through the massive central corridor.
Sombra hung his head, his eyes lever leaving the floor, and drew a breath. “You may well be the first person, pony or otherwise, to leap to my defense.”
Alex rocked back and stared at the suddenly somber stallion, stunned by the admission. “Really?”
Without looking over, the King gave a subtle nod. “I know I can be a trial, and I won’t deny that I have the occasional urge to belittle these…” he fell silent, looking out at the ponies around him, “peasants, but you’re different. It’s almost as if you genuinely do want to give me a second chance.”
“Because I do,” Alex blurted, reaching out and resting a hand on the stud’s thigh. “You might have done some bad stuff in the past, and sure you’re kinda scary, plus you’re like twice the size of most stallions -”
“Must we,” Sombra groaned, casting a pained glance over at the boy.
The young man shied away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Anyways, yeah, I don’t think you deserve to be locked away forever. If we can work on your image, I’m sure folks will warm up to you eventually - as a matter of fact,” he continued, getting to his feet, “let’s keep going.”
Sombra studied the young man for a moment then slipped from the bench. “And you’re sure this isn’t some attempt to curry favor with me? If it is, I can assure you that I’ll plow you just as hard this evening as I did the other night.”
Feeling his well-used and still slickened pucker reflexively wink, Alex smirked. “Come on, that shop you wanted to visit is this way.”
The stallion lumbered up to and beside him, as he led the way. Though he’d only known his guest for a relatively short period of time, he was completely certain that he’d just witnessed something magical. The look in Sombra’s eyes, his posture, and tone smacked of a pony who’d gone without support for a long, long time, if ever. As he looked over at his guest, he reached out and drew his fingers through the stud’s luxurious mane.
After a handful of minutes and a relatively short walk, they reached their destination. “Well here we…what’s so funny?” he asked, watching a smirk creep across the stallion’s muzzle.
“Now I see why you didn’t want to come here first,” Sombra snickered, his heavily lidded eyes turning toward the femboy. “I bet you’ve brought all your coltfriends here.”
“Actually - uh -” Alex faltered, feeling blood rush into his cheeks, “I’ve never had a coltfriend.”
Blinking rapidly, Sombra reared back askance. “You jest.”
Alex understood he’d just blundered his way into a very awkward situation. While he’d lost his virginity some time ago, Sombra was actually the first equine he’d ever had a fling with. He’d bought a number of horse themed dildos before, both prior to and following his appearance in Equestria, but they paled in comparison to the real thing. As he struggled to think of something to say that wouldn’t dig his hole deeper, Sombra inched closer.
“Are you saying I’m your first?” the King pressed, keeping his sonorous voice low.
“First pony,” Alex hastily clarified, stepping back. “It’s not that -”
“So I am your first,” Sombra interrupted, grinning from ear to ear. “Well I am honored to hold such a distinct privilege - by the way, when were you planning on telling me?”
Balling his fists, the young man knit his brow. “I don’t know! It’s not like it was or is any of your business.”
“Regardless, I hope I continue to fulfill your expectations,” Sombra purred, turning toward the shop’s entrance. “Come now, wife.”
“I am not your wife,” Alex declared, catching up with the stallion.
“My apologies, coltfriend,” Sombra quietly tittered, flicking a bang of hair from his face. “I simply don’t want anypony to get the wrong impression. We live together, I rut you on a near-daily basis, and it’s clear that you can’t keep yourself away from me. I’d hate to give the impression that I’m some sort of regal escort of yours.”
“Pffft - as if!” Alex guffawed. “If anything, you’d be the one paying me for a good time.”
“Like a King ever pays for good company - besides,” Sombra murmured, flashing his teeth at the young man, “you find me irresistible.”
“No I - Eeep!” Alex squeaked, as the titan swerved in front of him, knocked him off his feet, and effortlessly wrapped a foreleg around his waist.
Suddenly finding himself held aloft, staring into the stud’s brilliant, blood-red eyes, he felt his heart skip a beat. Though he’d never admit it to his guest, lest he be harassed even more than he already was, Sombra was one of - no, the most attractive stallion he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. Speechless, momentarily wondering what it would be like to be in a genuinely romantic relationship with the King, it was all he could do to watch as the towering unicorn leaned in and breathed hotly on his ear.
“Say it ~” Sombra whispered, “admit how badly you want me.”
“I…I…” Alex sputtered, nearly falling into the stallion’s trap. Shaking his head and clearing the sinful thoughts from his mind, he wriggled free and awkwardly stood. “Alright, that’s enough of that.”
Sombra stood motionless, his eyes following him into the shop, until he ultimately trotted along after him. A part of him was relieved that the King hadn’t pressed further, since he’d been on the very cusp of making a very sinful confession, but another, far more lustful part of him yearned for more. Sweet, merciful stars above, he’d been moments from buckling and telling the stud just how he felt, how he longed to to serve - an admission that would have done more harm than good. While he was attracted to Sombra, he couldn’t afford to let the Prince and Princess down.
He moved to the far end of the store, praying he wouldn’t be harried for a bit, and busied himself with browsing the various wares and garments. Bits and Bridles was an interesting shop, selling all manner of adult themed items, although they didn’t specifically cater to bipeds; most of their merchandise was marketed toward ponies, and stallions in particular. As he examined a rather kinky paddle with the word Daddy emblazoned on the handle, he instinctively reached up and caressed the collar around his throat.
Living with Sombra had definitely made his life more exciting, leading him to wonder how their dynamic would change if they were in a genuine romantic relationship. While couldn’t see his guest changing much, likely being as or even more conceited than he usually was, he wouldn’t be surprised if he slipped into a more affectionate, subservient role with ease. If he hadn’t been tasked with helping reintegrate the baleful stallion, he may have already started courting the stud - sadly, that wasn’t the case.
Looking over his shoulder, a bit taken aback that he hadn’t been pestered by the colossus, he went rigid. Though he wasn’t sure how long he’d stood where he was, idly browsing while lost to his thoughts, he knew he couldn’t have been inside for more than a few minutes - nevertheless, Sombra was nowhere to be seen. He turned and moved through the shop, looking past the various displays and racks of goods, as his pulse began to quicken.
“Hey - um…” he uneasily began, briskly walking to the register and the employee lingering behind it, “have you seen a big - like really big stallion?”
Only giving him the smallest iota of attention, the clerk shrugged. Given no help whatsoever, Alex’s mind began to race. It was one thing to create a relatively small scene, but it was quite another to outright lose one of the most infamous unicorns in all of Equestria. Making for the entrance, fearing for the worst, he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a figure moving toward him from the side.
“Looking for little old me?” Sombra inquired, weaving past a mannequin and into view.
Alex froze and his jaw nearly hit the floor, when he noticed what the stallion was wearing. A leather harness, bedecked with chrome studs, was strapped to the King’s torso, but that wasn’t nearly the most provocative thing he had on. Around Sombra’s neck sat a thick band of leather with the word Stud emblazoned upon it in gold. Awestruck by how painfully alluring his guest was, he gulped.
Without skipping a beat, Sombra stepped forward, lifted a hoof, and clipped a leash to Alex’s neck. “Wouldn’t go wanting to lose you ~ would we?”
“I can’t wear this!” Alex bleated.
“You can wear it,” Sombra began, slowly winding the strip connecting them around his foreleg, “because you are wearing it.”
If they hadn’t been in the middle of a mall on a busy Friday, he would have done much, much more than just wear the leash. Sombra’s outfit, while minimalistic and extremely simple, elevated the stallion’s masculinity into the stratosphere, making him literally weak in the knees - still, his reason wouldn’t allow him to do something so shameful in public. He was a man of principles - a hopeless pervert for hunky stallions, but a man of principles nonetheless, and there was no way in Tartarus he was going to be seen tied to an ex-villain.
Lifting a hand to unclasp the leash, he paused when he heard Sombra sigh. “What? Did you really expect me to wear this thing?”
“I merely wanted to show off my adorable little coltfriend to everypony,” Sombra admitted. “Ponies have been watching us since we left the house, so I thought it only fitting that we make it clear.”
“Make what clear?” Alex asked, his curiosity growing.
“That we’re an item, of course,” the King replied. “Ponies should know that neither of us are available, seeing as how we only just started dating.”
A dizzying array of thoughts assailed Alex, shaking his concentration. “Are we dating? You’ve said you want to have me as a concubine, but -”
“We live together, we adore each other’s company, and I think it’s fair to say that we relish every sinful second we share between the sheets, so you tell me,” Sombra interrupted.
As he shook his head, Alex’s thoughts grew hazed with lust. Celestia forgive him, he was not ready to be put in such a situation. Turning as the stallion passed, feeling the lead tethering them growing tight, he accompanied his guest to the front counter and reached for his wallet. Everyone had their breaking point, when things pushed them past the threshold of what they could endure - for him, seeing the adonic giant wearing the fetish gear flung him past his limit.
“How much?” he asked without looking up at the employee.
Reaching across the counter, the salespony fumbled for the tag beneath Sombra’s neck. “It’s - wait a second,” he grunted, checking the stickers on the leash and collar. “It’d be ninety-two bits for everything.”
Alex counted out the bits, slapped them next to the register, then wheeled around to leave. “Thanks. We won’t need a receipt.”
Though he felt conflicted, fully aware how scandalous he must look being tethered to the stallion, he couldn’t have cared less what anyone thought about him. He was so hard that it hurt, his heart was pounding in his chest, and he wished for nothing more than to find somewhere secluded to relieve himself with his guest, but those would have to wait. He wasn’t about to risk getting caught doing something in a public area, and he definitely wasn’t about to stoop so low as to fool around in a bathroom, leaving him one option - hightail it back to his house.
“It’s supposed to work the other way,” Sombra nonchalantly noted, trotting up to and just past the young man. “You’re mine - I lead you around.”
“Says the stallion who needed a breather last weekend when I rode you on the couch,” Alex coolly remarked, bringing the stud to an abrupt halt.
Collecting himself, Sombra cantered back up next to his host. “Bold words coming from the one who couldn’t walk after we were finished just the other day.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining much,” Alex hummed, smirking over at the stallion, “and you seemed a bit unsteady yourself, if I remember right.”
Sombra was bigger and stronger than him, making him seem downright meek in comparison, but he wasn’t without skills of his own. He’d brought his guest to climax each and every time they’d shared a bed, as well as the times they’d impulsively gotten frisky outside of the bedroom, and his skill with pleasing the stud improved with every passing day. Both his throat and ass were gradually becoming more accommodating, he was learning what got Sombra riled up, and he was getting increasingly confident with carnal affairs - to the point where he’d intentionally attempted to seduce the stud.
Making a beeline toward the nearest exit, one which led to the back of the mall, the pair continued taking jabs and lascivious passes at one another. Alex had little doubt what was going to happen once they got home, likely going at one another like a pair of amorous beasts, yet he’d failed to account for just how wound up Sombra had gotten. Hearing a meaty thwack, the femboy glanced over and spied the stud’s gargantuan endowment bobbing beneath his guest.
“One moment,” Sombra grumbled, slipping his end of the lead under his choker and tying the leather strap in a knot.
Alex tore his eyes off the titanic stallionhood and up to the pony’s face. “Why’d you do that?”
“Because it will be much easier to plow you behind that dumpster when I have my hooves free,” Sombra casually responded, turning and heading down a cramped backstreet.
Watching the leash slowly grow taut, Alex understood he had two options: he could put his foot down and refuse to cater to the stud’s request, or he could follow after the stallion and get fucked right then and there. With the breath hitching in his throat, his higher functions sternly warning him that they could get caught, he succumbed to his urges and traipsed after the King. Fuck it - he’d already rushed out of a changing room wearing lingerie, he’d been lead around with a collar on, and anypony they passed could clearly see the imprint of his erection, so pushing the envelope and checking a salacious item off his bucket list couldn’t hurt.
He scampered past Sombra and a large, full dumpster of cardboard, as he pulled his dress up with one hand. Even on the off chance that somepony did stumble across them, it wasn’t like anything bad was going to happen; as far as he knew, there weren’t any public indecency laws in Equestria, so the worst they’d probably get would be a stern talking to by the royal guards. Glancing to the far end of the alley, seeing it was a dead end, he hiked his garment up, leaned forward, and pressed a hand to the cool brick wall in front of himself.
“Just a moment,” Sombra stated, gingerly clasping the femboy’s hip with a forehoof. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but there’s something I need to do first.”
Slowly turning to face the stud, baffled by why he hadn’t been mounted, Alex was caught completely unaware when Sombra shot forward and kissed him. The stallion’s large, pouting lips against him caused his eyelids to flutter and knees to buckle, yet his lover had only just begun. In the blink of an eye, the King’s powerful tongue pressed into his mouth and down his throat, shattering his composure outright.
His hands shot up to the unicorn’s neck, as he passionately made out with the stud. In an odd sort of way, being suddenly french kissed was far more arousing than simply being fucked. Groaning into his maw, driving him back against the wall, Sombra only relented once he had him pinned and unable to escape.
“I really did mean it,” Sombra intoned. “I think we make a wonderful couple.”
“Y…yeah,” Alex stammered, thoughtlessly tugging at his dress, “me too.”
Sombra backed away just enough to give the femboy some room to maneuver, while he slapped his profound cock against his underbelly. “The next time we visit the shopping center, we’re going to need to get you a new collar.”
Turning and facing away from the stud, undoing the garters and pulling his panties down, Alex rushed to make himself ready. “You don’t like this one?”
“Oh I think it’s fine, but we should match,” Sombra clarified, tapping his choker. “Since mine says Stud, you should have one that reads Princess.”
Alex couldn’t agree more, but he was too turned on to reply. The interior of his panties was absolutely coated in pre-cum, he could practically feel his prostate begging to be demolished, and it was almost impossible to form a coherent thought. Be it from luck or some depraved cosmic design, he’d ended up looking after a demigod of virility and masculine appeal - with that said, he wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Shuffling back and lifting his hips, he spread and braced his hind legs while pressing his hands to the wall.
“I’ll never tire of that sight,” Sombra hummed, licking his lips as he eyed the boy’s ass. “Are you ready?”
Considering he’d taken to cleaning and pre-lubing himself every morning, on the off chance that the big lug wanted to start his days on a passionate note, Alex eagerly nodded. The stallion snorted and reared back, slamming a forehoof to either side of his head, as Sombra got into position. The sensation of the fat, blunt cock-head against his hole was astounding, causing him to tingle all over, but he knew the hardest part was still to come. He steadily exhaled and did what he could to relax, while he rolled his hips backward.
“Such a good colt,” Sombra rumbled, flexing his legs.
Alex gasped, his eyes shooting open, as nearly a foot of stallionhood plunged into his depths. He honestly didn’t believe he would ever tire of being mounted and fucked by a stallion. Hearing the giant beast’s heavy breaths, the heady musk flooding his sinuses, the heat of a thick cock radiating through him, seeing his abdomen distend from the immense intrusion - the experience was a feast for the senses. Looking over his shoulder, realizing the stud hadn’t hilted, he steadied himself and pushed back.
Sweet, tender lovemaking was divine, one of the best things ever, but sometimes that simply wouldn’t do. With each of them having reached a tipping point, the only reasonable course of action would be to fuck like a pair of wild animals. Just as enthusiastic to begin as himself, Sombra grunted, freed a few inches of his length, and began thrusting in earnest.
It took him a few seconds to collect himself, momentarily lost to the overwhelmingly intense and pleasurable sensation of the King’s colossal shaft pistoning in and out of his ass, but Alex started to move in tune with the stud. Rhythmically clenching and relaxing his well-trained hole on the backstrokes and plunges respectively, he was unable to suppress a light whimper. Though he loved his own dick, he much preferred having the cum pounded out of him by a hulking, sexy stallion.
“Needy little - Mmmph - thing,” Sombra chuckled, lowering his head as he continued thrusting.
Alex gnawed his lip and looked away, knowing it was true, yet he couldn’t avert his gaze. With a small tug, his head was forced upward as the collar around his throat was pulled. As he peered up at Sombra’s face, seeing the lead clamped in the pony’s teeth, he was rocked by a particularly hard plunge. He trembled from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, feeling the girthy medial ring force its way into his behind.
As if Sombra’s motions weren’t heavenly enough, the colossus was far from finished with him. Every thrust was perfectly angled to smash his p-spot, with each going deeper and deeper into his confines, driving him to his limit in no time whatsoever. All his concerns and fears bled away, replaced by the pure, primal bliss of being claimed by such a magnificent bastard.
Rutting him like the true alpha he was, the stallion snorted in his ear. “Be mine,” he breathed, his nuts slapping against the boy’s comparably small coin purse, “tell me you’ll serve me forever…”
“O…only - Nnnnph,” Alex whimpered, fighting through his bliss. “Only if you p…promise to be good.”
As incredible as the experience was, he had to hold on - not simply for himself, but for all of Equestria. Even if he did cave and bend a knee to Sombra, the King could and in all likelihood would get thwarted by the Elements of Harmony and the Princesses. It almost pained him to risk putting a stop to the spontaneous lay, but he had to.
“I d…don’t want to lose you,” he mewled.
Sombra slowed and nearly stopped, his eyes narrowing. “I knew there was a reason I liked you…”
Turning and looking over to his mate, Alex found himself kissed once again. His eyes rolled back, his heart thundered in his chest, and pre-cum slung from his prick, as the stud began jackhammering into him with renewed vigor. With his stuffed hole quivering around his lover’s pulsing stallionhood, relishing every vein and ridge along the immense, ebony length, he lost himself to the moment.
This was where he belonged, being conquered by a beautiful, haughty, powerful stud, and he couldn’t have picked a better pony to be with. Sombra may have done some terrible things, but he was perfect and not beyond redemption. So help him, he’d bend over backwards to show the King - his King the light and make them more than just friends with benefits.
Moving faster and faster with every passing second, the pair groaned into one another’s mouths. Alex may have been much smaller, but he pushed back and milked Sombra’s dick with every ounce of zeal he could muster. The young man wasn’t even aware of how close he was, until the titan nearly pulled out and sank every inch of his cock into his rump.
The moment he was hilted, Alex came. Without so much as touching himself, his manhood spurted his load between his legs and to the concrete beneath him. It wasn’t the first time he’d climaxed in such a way, and it almost definitely wouldn’t be the last, yet it was just as magical as ever. Overwhelmed by blinding ecstasy, he was blissfully unaware that he had driven Sombra to the edge.
Giving a final monumental buck, gritting his teeth and unleashing a low, throaty growl, Sombra sailed past the brink. His stallionhood flared and wildly pulsed, sending wave after seething wave of his thick, scalding essence into the boy’s depths, while he struggled to remain quiet. Though neither he nor Alex made nearly as much noise as usual, fully aware that any outbursts would attract unwanted attention, they trembled and rode out their ecstasy alongside one another.
Though Alex had just been rocked with an orgasm, his pleasure redoubled when he felt the titan’s seed surging into him. He’d heard that some guys were capable of cumming multiple times in a row, not unlike a woman, but he’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to experience it - that was until he and Sombra had shared their first intimate moment. The only drawback to being with a pony, if he had to name one, was that he felt certain that he’d never be satisfied with a human lover for the rest of his days.
Panting and streaked with sweat, their bodies grew still as they were beset by the euphoria of their impulsive tryst. Alex peered down at himself and stared in wonder at his cum-bloated belly, while Sombra leaned over to do the same. Though the little human had grown quite capable of bottoming for the stallion, the aftermath to his svelte frame was astonishing.
“It’s so warm,” he reverently hummed, caressing his distended abdomen.
Stepping back and pulling a portion of his shaft free, Sombra snorted. “Try not to make a mess when I pull out. I’d hate for you to sully your new attire.”
Alex gave a small nod and readied himself, all too familiar with what would happen next. With an all but audible pop, the massive cock buried in his rump sprang from his battered hole. Wincing and setting his jaw, he clenched his behind and trapped nearly the entirety of the stud’s load within himself, leaving only the slightest trickle of jizz to creep down his inner thigh.
Sombra turned and inspected the young man for a moment, before kneeling down. “Get on…”
“I…what?” Alex blurted, staring over at the stallion.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Sombra responded, his tone soft and low. “A King can’t be seen with his concubine hobbling around like a drunkard.”
Moments from replying, Alex decided it was better to keep his mouth shut and accept the invitation. He’d never ridden any animal before, and he certainly wasn’t sure what the protocol was for mounting a pony, so he hoped he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself. Uneasily throwing a leg over the stud’s upper back, he plastered himself to Sombra’s neck and held on.
Steadily rising to his full height, taking care not to dislodge his passenger, Sombra peeked back at the boy. “Don’t presume this will become a regular thing. I’m only doing this to -”
Smooch
The King fell silent and a redness crept into his cheeks, as Alex leaned forward and kissed his jaw. Locking eyes with one another, neither said a word or moved a muscle. The moment, though seemingly innocuous, stretched on for what felt like a small eternity, before the stallion eventually looked away and plodded down the alleyway.
“As I was saying,” Sombra continued, keeping his eyes forward and on the sidewalk, “don’t presume this will be a regular occurrence.”
“I won’t,” Alex whispered, running his hands over the stud’s neck and shoulders.
Gradually making their way back home, the two lost themselves to their thoughts. Alex couldn’t fathom what Sombra was thinking about, but he could swear there’d been some shift within his guest - some subtle touch of kindness that hadn’t been there before. Maybe he was going crazy, or perhaps he was just drunk and delusional from the mind-boggling sex, but he’d like to think his guest was starting to view him as something more than just a host and chaperone. Looking ahead and shielding his eyes from the sun overhead, he smiled and wondered what the future would hold for them.
