Sombra stopped and gazed into the reflective surface of the shop’s dark window. Staring back at him was his disguise, only it had received a few minor alterations recently. A subtle application of makeup highlighted his eyes, and prominent cheekbones but that wasn't all.

The disguised tyrant also wore a tuxedo, minus the pants, and without the usual color choices. His suit was a mix of greys, silvers, and soft pinks that looked ostentatious without going over the top. Eye-catching, and near the point of becoming gaudy, it was the type of outfit to grab the attention of a viewer and hold it firmly.

“Gorgeous even under all that,” Sombra remarked to himself.

The former king chuckled to himself before turning back to the street and trotting down the mostly empty sidewalk. The late afternoon sun had set behind the Canterhorn by that point, casting the city in deep, early shadow. Lamps flickered on, and inside the many homes and businesses, candles were lit, or spells cast.

As the city adapted to the shift in light, Sombra adapted to the change in scenery, noting the upscale establishments on either side of him. Though the buildings weren't quite tall enough to loom over the landscape like the Canterhorn did, they were still quite tall. Stranger still to Sombra was the fact that they were built from wood and stone rather than the crystal he was used to.

Though the architecture intrigued him, he was more interested in what lay within those interesting structures. High-class boutiques now shuttering their windows, expensive sounding cafes advertising their expansive arrays of foreign teas. Though it all looked rather nice, Sombra couldn't imagine Shining Armor willingly coming here.

The slightly nerdy stallion with a surprisingly well-built physique appreciated the simple pleasures in life. The protective older brother ate root vegetables, had a sweet tooth, and generally didn't like any of the baggage that came with high society. Yet here they were, going on a double date of Cadance and Shining Armor’s design though Sombra was beginning to wonder just how equal that partnership really was.

“Just another wedge in my pocket,” Sombra muttered to himself.

Sombra rounded a corner and entered a slightly wider street more populated than the one he had left behind. Here carriages were common, taxis waited patiently every hundred meters, and dozens of ponies trotted along the wide sidewalks. Dressed mostly in the upscale attire that one associated with the noble district, there were few ponies without their noses stuck in the air.

The atmosphere was stifling, the air of arrogance and old money drawing out a disgusted growl from the monarch. He wondered just how many of the individuals walking about had ever worked an honest day in their lives. The suffocating aroma of unearned wealth parted slightly, with Sombra catching a glimpse of his date halfway down the street.

Spearhead was standing in front of a rather impressive building of clearly ancient origin. Tall pillars held up a green roof lined with statues of ponies from various tribes and lineages. Sombra didn't know who they were, but he assumed they must have been influential in their day given that their statues had been painted a bright gold.

The three-story tall domed structure had tall columns, nearly a dozen archway entrances, and a life-sized statue of Celestia out front. The sight made Sombra’s skin crawl, and he had to restrain his desire to spit on the gaudy monument. Yet as Sombra drew close he couldn't help but notice that the false princess looked like she was glaring at him.

“How strange,” Sombra muttered.

“Apparently she hated the sculptor,” remarked a familiar voice. “But had lost some kind of bet and had to pose for it.”

“Ahh hello Spearhead. How are you doing this evening?” Sombra inquired.

The pair leaned toward one another, sharing a brief kiss.

“Not half bad, and you?” Spearhead replied.

“I am doing most excellently,” Sombra declared.

“No kidding, you clean up good,” Spearhead exclaimed, whistling through his teeth. “I mean wow, where did you get that suit?”

“It is one of my own designs,” Sombra admitted, straightening his collar proudly. “A hobby I picked up during my isolation.”

“Well you nailed it dude,” Spearhead commented.

The stallion tugged at the loose blue and white fabric wrapped about his neck.

“Kinda makes me feel like I’m a bit underdressed, to be honest,” he muttered

“You look delicious dear,” Sombra replied, pecking the other stallion on the cheek. “I am glad you sprung for some cuff links, though did you have to wear the blue ascot?”

“What? You don't like it?” Spearhead asked sadly.

“It's fine,” Sombra muttered. “I just think you should consider expanding your wardrobe into something that isn't a neck covering.”

“What? It's like, my trade mark ya know? Some ponies always wear a hat, I always got one of these,” Spearhead retorted, tugging at the white and blue scarf hanging from his neck.

Sombra rolled his eyes and glanced about the street. “Have you seen the others yet? I had assumed they would have beaten us here.”

“Nah, not yet,” Spearhead answered. “They are even later than you.”

“It is only ten minutes passed the point at which we agreed to meet,” Sombra retorted.

The disguised king resisted the urge to express the disappointment he felt at not being able to make the dramatic entrance he had planned for.

“Yeah, I guess you’re still in the fashionably late department rather than the rudely late zone that those two are quickly approaching,” Spearhead stated with a chuckle.

Sombra snorted derisively, ignoring his date as he glanced about the street, eager to locate any sign of Cadance and Shining Armor. He didn't have to wait for long, though they didn't arrive in the manner he expected. Rather he spotted the pair approaching in the back of an ornate carriage pulled by a golden helmeted stallion.

Spearhead whistled. “Whoowee, Cadance sure is breaking out all the stops today. She even got the royal carriage.”

Sombra ground his teeth angrily, though he resisted the urge to sputter any of the many insults running through his head. Left with nothing to do but glare, Sombra sat in silence as the aforementioned carriage rode up to them. Stopping only a few short feet away, Sombra observed Cadance as she stepped out, head held high.

Once outside, she held a hoof out for Shining Armor, who awkwardly took the offered limb while blushing profusely.

“You didn't need to go through all this trouble,” Shining Armor muttered.

“Nonsense, it is only fitting that I flatter my first knight,” Cadance whispered back.

Sombra heard it all, the small interaction prompting a new wave of distaste though also a bit of hope. The nugget of contention may be a small one, but it was another arrow in Sombra’s metaphorical quiver.

“Hey guys, how was the ride over?” Spearhead cluelessly greeted.

“Embarrassing,” Shining Armor announced.

“Romantic,” Cadance corrected.

“I suppose it was rather nice, though I could do without the crowds,” Shining Armor admitted.

Sombra glanced over to the small group of gawkers that had gathered in a semi-circle around them. The moment the attention was turned back on them most departed with guilty expressions though a few remained.

“Thank you again, sir guard. We no longer require your assistance,” Cadance announced.

The golden armored guard moved to depart, but suddenly turned and looked directly at Sombra. For a moment Sombra was certain that he had been found out, only for the guard to crane his neck and look past the disguised king. Following his gaze, Sombra noticed that the carriage guard was staring intently at an advertisement for the upcoming operas.

“Yes well, perhaps we should continue to the venue before the opera begins,” Sombra offered.

“Excellent idea, come dear,” Cadance announced.

“Err right, ‘spose we should get moving,” Shining Armor muttered.

Sombra restrained a grin and joined Spearhead as they walked over to the theatre entrance. While they moved, Sombra observed the dress both Cadance and Shining Armor had arrived in. Both were a bit on the formal side, though dialed down just enough that it didn't appear overly stuffed. A black and white suit slightly too large was worn by Shining Armor while an immaculately crafted poofy silver dress adorned the lone alicorn present.

“That suit may be ill-fitting, but Shining Armor does look nice tonight,” Sombra remarked.

“I don't know, it's certainly not playing to his strengths. Now Cadance’s attire has definitely been properly fitted and recently too by the looks of it,” Spearhead pointed out.

Sombra snorted.

The pair walked right past the ticket booth on the way in, confusing Sombra somewhat. When the disguised stallion began to slow down, Spearhead motioned toward the theatre.

“Come on, I already got our tickets,” Spearhead declared.

“My my, how chivalrous,” Sombra remarked with a smirk.

“Perhaps later you could help polish my armor as thanks,” Spearhead exclaimed.

Sombra chuckled. “Don't get too far ahead of yourself, you may trip.”

The pair exchanged a chuckle.

The trek to their seats was short and uneventful. Passing by a ticket counter, they made their way down a hall, up some stairs, and into a private booth. There they spread out in a single row, with Shining Armor at the far left, followed by Cadance, Sombra, and finally Spearhead. Sombra glanced over at the purposeful divide placed between himself and Shining Armor and frowned.

“I hope you find these accommodations acceptable,” Cadance exclaimed with a slight smirk.

“Oh yeah totally. I love the seats. Thanks for upgrading the tickets by the way. I didn't even know that was a thing,” Spearhead declared.

Sombra mentally removed a few of the brownie points he had assigned to the stallion.

“What about you, Crystal Throne? Do you find the arrangements acceptable?” Cadance needled.

“It is,” Sombra replied. “It's quite comfortable. Though I’m curious what exactly we are here to see.”

“Oh yeah, what are we seeing anyway? I wasn't even paying attention when I bought the tickets. I just asked for two to the next opera playing,” Spearhead muttered.

“The Beggar’s Opera,” Shining Armor announced. “It's one of my favorites.”

“Wait, what? I thought we were going to see Les Huguenots,” Cadance whispered in a harsh, low tone.

Shining Armor rolled his eyes. “That opera is five hours long and we have a dinner reservation in two hours.”

“And the running time of the Beggar’s Opera is an hour and a half,” Spearhead muttered.

“It still amazes me that you’re such a big opera buff,” Sombra remarked.

“Why, did you have him pegged for being uncultured?” Cadance prodded.

Sombra chuckled. “Oh no, I just didn't think he had smarts and looks.”

“I’m the total package. What can I say?” Spearhead declared.

“That you are,” Sombra whispered huskily.

Cadance groaned, but Shining Armor continued to remain silent, the stallion purposefully looking away. Even still, Sombra could see the slight blush on the other male’s cheeks, and feel the awkwardness radiating from him.

“Oh hey look. I think it's starting,” Spearhead pointed out.

Everyone turned to the stage below, though Sombra was barely aware of what was going on. His thoughts were distant, focused instead on the discontent he could sense between Cadance and Shining Armor. There was a difference in priority, as well as opinion which should make for the perfect wedge, all he needed to do was wait for the right moment.

“I detest this Macheath fellow,” Cadance remarked dryly, pausing to hand over several bits and retrieve the popcorn and drink she had just paid for. “He's knocked up half a small village and still mares are throwing themselves at him.”

“He does kind of feel like a writer insert,” Shining Armor added.

“You two are missing the true brilliance of his character, and the story in general,” Spearhead proclaimed.

“What are we missing? He's a roguish malcontent with no redeeming qualities,” Cadance declared.

“I don't know, he's got a great ass,” Sombra remarked.

Shining Armor spat out a mouthful of his drink.

Cadance patted her partner on the back glumly.

“I suppose I have to agree with you there,” Cadance exclaimed. “Though great butt or not he's still quite the ruffian.”

With Shining Armor recovering from his short coughing fit, the group moved back to their seats, snacks in hand.

“He is a satire of the character archetype,” Spearhead stated tiredly. “If you keep viewing him without the context of this satire of course he's going to look bad.”

“Explain,” Shining Armor offered.

“Well think about it. Stories like this almost always have some kind of noble rogue who gets the mare, and saves the day right?” Spearhead asked.

“I suppose,” Cadance admitted.

“Well now he's gotten all the mares, and is nearly getting hanged every other act,” Spearhead continued. “These features are exaggerated versions of the aspects present in most of the more mainstream operas.”

“I never really thought about it like that,” admitted the disguised king.

While Cadance looked on, a puzzled expression evident on her face, Sombra stepped forward and took his seat.

“Come, sit. Try some of these red candies,” Sombra encouraged.

“Don't mind if I do,” Shining Armor replied.

Without thinking, Shining Armor sat down to his left, taking one of the small spherical candies and popping it into his mouth.

“Mmm I love gobstoppers,” murmured the stallion.

Sombra chuckled at the barely concealed moan of pleasure, as well as the less restrained irritated groan coming from Cadance.

As the alicorn sat down on the far left, she shot Sombra a glare, but the disguised king pretended not to notice. He had secured a spot between the two stallions and had both eating out of his hoof, one literally, the other metaphorically.

“Just wait until you guys see the ending. I think Crystal Throne especially is going to get a kick out of it,” Spearhead remarked.

“Oh?” Sombra replied.

“You’ll see,” Spearhead promised.

“Color me intrigued,” Sombra muttered.

“Me too. I never actually sat all the way through to the end before. Twilight got bored, wandered off, and got us kicked out because she flooded the bathroom,” Shining Armor remarked.

“I remember that,” Cadance exclaimed. “Your father said something about how she wanted to measure how much water passed through the pipes.”

“She was a strange kid,” Shining Armor frowned. “Still is, but was as well.”

“Regardless, I don't think it will be enough to salvage this one,” Cadance exclaimed. “Because right now it feels like we are supposed to root for that emotionally distant mare abuser with the fickle heart.”

Spearhead scoffed. “Philistine.”

Sombra bit back the urge to snicker.

“How dare you I’m-” Cadance began, only to be shushed someone from a box over.

While Cadance muttered angrily to herself, and Sombra nearly failed to withhold his giggling, the lights dimmed. The actors returned, and the scene began, with the crowd falling utterly silent in short order. While Act Three began, Sombra glanced hastily from left to right, gauging his companion’s moods.

Spearhead still looked irritated, the stallion holding Sombra’s hoof a little tighter than usual. Cadance was annoyed but swiftly buried that emotion, stopping it from becoming too apparent that she was pissed off. Shining Armor was being adorable, the unicorn stealing another of Sombra’s candies and grinning like a schoolboy.

Sombra shot the other stallion a wink, and leaned the package toward him, earning the king a nod of thanks. Cadance seemed to want to stop this from happening, though her expression swiftly returned to neutral. Only to change to a slightly smug look of satisfaction that made Sombra wonder what the alicorn had up her sleeve.

I’m sure it's nothing. Besides, we still have a dinner to attend. Plenty of time to sew the seeds of discontent. Sombra thought to himself.

Sombra couldn't help but get lost in the rich texture and decadent flavors that were assaulting his tastebuds. The sweetness was beyond anything he had tried, beating out even the carbonated drinks he had consumed during their last role-playing get-together. Yet despite the sweetness, there was also a bitter undertone that was easily detected beneath it all. It tasted almost like coffee, but its layered nature kept changing with each bite he took.

“What do you call this?” Sombra asked, swallowing the last of the dessert.

“Tiramisu. Have you never had it before?” Cadance inquired.

“No. Though the village I grew up in had little in the way of coffee,” Sombra replied.

“It doesn't actually have very much of the stuff. You’re probably tasting the cheese,” Spearhead exclaimed.

“Cheese? In a cake?” Sombra muttered in shock.

“Yup, it's good stuff ain't it?” Spearhead pressed.

Sombra nodded. “Quite so. I shouldn't have doubted you.”

“Well it's important to trust your partner even if it's just over dessert,” Cadance began. “It shows how deep a relationship is, right Shining Armor?”

Shining Armor blinked. “Oh, what? Uh yeah totally.”

“Don't sound too enthused,” Cadance prodded.

“Sorry, was staring off into space. This restaurant is really nice, a bit uh… royal for my tastes though,” Shining Armor remarked.

Following the other stallion’s gaze, Sombra found that he was staring at one of the many Celestia statues present. Not only were there more than a few of the tiny golden alicorns present, but the sun princesses’ colors were everywhere. From the tablecloths to the baseboards, everything bore the image of the ruling monarch in some way or another.

“I know, Aunty hates this place,” Cadance exclaimed with a chuckle. “Which is one reason I wanted to check it out, to see if it was just the decor she detested or the food too.”

“Well it certainly can't be the food,” Spearhead offered.

Sombra wouldn't admit it out loud, but he couldn't help but respect Celestia a little more given how much she seemed to hate vanity. Then the disguised king reminded himself that he was going to usurp her kingdom and likely destroy the princess in the coming years. With that thought in mind, he shook off the malaise of idle pondering and focused on what lay before him.

“I’m glad you trusted me enough to go along with my choice for dinner location. I appreciate how much faith you put in me,” Cadance commended, leaning down and pecking Shining Armor on the cheek.

The stallion chuckled. “Well, you usually have a reason for your madness.”

“Speaking of getting wild, perhaps we should start packing things in for the night,” Cadence offered.

“It's barely even seven,” Sombra interrupted. “And last I checked we were still planning on going to that Jazz bar that Shining Armor was talking about.”

“Oh yeah I almost forgot about that,” Spearhead murmured. “You’ve been talking about that place for years.”

“Pipers Place, though I didn't think that was on the menu for today,” Shining Armor offered.

“It wasn't,” Cadance declared.

“I thought it was. Shining Armor has just been talking about it so much recently, I assumed you would have fit it into tonight’s festivities,” Sombra prodded.

“Oh Shining Armor doesn't want to go there, he wants to come back to the castle, with me,” Cadance added, running a hoof along Shining Armor’s cheek. “It's so cold there this time of year I may need some help keeping my room warm.”

“You can always do that a bit later,” Sombra offered. “After we’ve had the chance to do something Shining Armor wants to do. Don't you think, Spearhead?”

Spearhead blinked. “Oh right ya, totally. I wouldn't mind having a drink or two. We haven't really had the chance to hit the town really since we all became legal age.”

“It would be nice,” Shining Armor muttered.

“But Shining,” Cadance whined. “You said tonight was our chance to have a little fun.”

“And we can. After we enjoy a set or two,” Shining Armor declared.

Sombra restrained the urge to grin, or gloat over Shining Armor finally standing up for himself.

“Oh fine,” Cadance surrendered with a huff. “But we really can't be out too late.”

“We won't, right guys?” Shining Armor asked.

“Yeah totally,” Spearhead declared.

“Of course not,” Sombra lied.

“Great, then let's get the bill and bounce. If we hurry we might be able to catch the tail end of the last band,” Shining Armor proclaimed.

Sombra smiled. “That sounds wonderful.”

“So then I said anaconda? I don't even know her!” Spearhead exclaimed.

Shining Armor spat his beer onto the floor, while beside him, Sombra quietly chuckled to himself.

“I don't know what's funnier,” Sombra began, pausing to giggle. “The joke, or Shining Armor spit-taking every time you get to the punch line.”

“I know right!” Spearhead replied. “I swear, I could whip out a knock-knock joke, and he’d still empty his beer all over the place.”

“Hey if the beer’s that bad you could have a bit of my wine,” Sombra offered, extending his hoof and swishing around the bright red liquid.

“No, I’m fine,” Shining Armor coughed. “It's just really funny okay?”

“I mean it's pretty funny but it's not that funny. Admit it, you’re drunk,” Sombra accused.

“I am no-” Shining Armor belched suddenly. “Okay, maybe I’m a little drunk.”

“Not as drunk as your lady friend,” Spearhead remarked.

The table turned to where Spearhead was pointing, their gazes landing on the tipsy alicorn throwing back a drink at the bar. Between them and her were a veritable horde of ponies as well as a few other creatures all enjoying the music. Currently, there was only a single earth pony on the stage, the mare blowing hard into the golden instrument. Though the sounds it made were unlike anything Sombra had heard before, even the disguised tyrant couldn't deny their beauty. Without lyrics, without even any other members of the band, he could feel that the song itself was about heartbreak and loss.

Neither of which he felt when he gazed upon the giggling alicorn at the bar. Cadance stumbled backward, caught herself, and then walked over to the serving platter waiting for her. Gripping the thing in her teeth, she made her way back to their shared table, somehow managing to not spill a drop in the process.

“Did you see that?” Cadance asked, sitting down next to Shining Armor. “That nice guy bought me a boiler maker.”

“Isn't that whiskey in a beer?” Spearhead asked.

“Oh is that what was in it?” Cadance asked. “I could barely even taste it.”

“Maaybe that's a sign that we should be going home,” Shining Armor offered.

Sombra opened his mouth to interject but was beaten to the punch.

“But Shining Armor,” Cadance whined, the alicorn shaking her date by the shoulder. “The next act is gonna be coming on soon and I wanna hear what Blue Holiday is like.”

Shining Armor smirked. “You really took to jazz haven't you?”

“It's sooo good,” Cadance exclaimed. “Even Ice Prince over there likes it.”

Sombra blinked. “What, no I don't.”

“You can't fool me, I can see how much you love it. Even the mare with the sax moves you,” Cadance retorted.

Sombra stiffened briefly before releasing a sigh. “I suppose you’ve got me there. I do enjoy how brass-heavy they are, and the focus on more down-to-earth stories.”

“How can you be so eloquent, even now?” Spearhead demanded. “That's like, your fifth glass of wine?”

“I take it slow, my dear Spearhead,” Sombra smirked. “That and unlike you all I have yet to break the seal.”

“Wait, you haven't peed yet?” Cadance whisper shouted. “How can you do that? I’ve used the bathroom like six times!”

“Can we stop talking about piss?” Shining Armor asked incredulously.

“Hey you were the one that made it sound gross,” Spearhead retorted.

“Just talking about the bathroom is what made it gross,” Shining Armor retorted.

“Anyway,” Sombra interrupted. “What were we talking about before Cadance left to grab the last round?”

“Oh yeah our plans for the winter break,” Spearhead proclaimed.

“I have a bunch of special training things I have to do with Aunty,” Cadance muttered in childish indignation.

Sombra swirled the last of his drink before downing it, savoring the flavor as well as the emotions at the table. Shining Armor was wincing in sympathy for Cadance, while the alicorn pouted so hard Sombra was sure her lips would fall right off. Spearhead was cracking into his next beer, and staring off into space, clearly deep in thought.

“But you guys don't have to deal with future empires or anything awful like that,” Cadance exclaimed. “What do you plan on doing?”

Sombra bit his tongue, holding back the urge to inquire more about the training as well as this future empire.

“Oh you know, the yearly camping trip at my family’s cabin,” Shining Armor replied with a shrug. “Same thing as every year.”

“Is it even camping? I mean the nearest town is only fifteen minutes away, and the cabin is big enough to house a family of four,” Spearhead shot back, jabbing Shining Armor in the shoulder.

“Well it's not exactly roughing it but I think it still counts as camping,” Shining Armor stated.

“Oh, that sounds like so much fun. I wish I could come,” Cadance blurted. “Stupid responsibilities.”

“Even if you could it's kind of a us thing you know? Spearhead, Knight, and I go every year and play role-playing games all weekend,” Shining Armor exclaimed.

“I don't know how you guys play that,” Cadance muttered. “It sounds so boooring.”

“That's because you’re too impatient,” Sombra retorted.

Cadance seemed ready to argue but unexpectedly sighed. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Hey, why don't we invite Crystal Throne here?” Spearhead offered. “He is DMing the current game, maybe we could finally defeat that big bad of his then?”

I could kiss you, you big dumb hunk. Sombra thought.

“That would be nice. That is if you don't mind,” Sombra remarked.

“I don't know. It is a tradition we’ve done since we were probably too young to be out there by ourselves,” Shining Armor murmured.

“Come on, he's one of the guys, and besides, I bet Crystal Throne knows a bunch of cool scary stories that we’ve never heard before,” Spearhead pressed.

“More than a few,” Sombra answered.

“Oh alright,” Shining Armor conceded.

“Yay, to friends!” Cadance exclaimed, raising her glass.

“To friends,” Shining Armor added, bringing his bottle up.

“To friends,” Spearhead repeated, clanging his can against the others.

“To friends,” Sombra agreed, adding his own wine glass to the pool.

With a clatter the cups met, and parted, their owners tipping them back and swallowing their contents. After a good few mouthfuls, they were placed back on the table.

“Ahh that was good,” Spearhead murmured. “I think I’ve found a favorite.”

“A lager? How… basic,” Sombra remarked with a smirk.

“Hey, good is good even if it's simple,” Spearhead defended.

“I am enjoying this… what did you call it? Eye Pee Eh?” Shining Armor inquired.

“Tastes like a bucket of needles if you're asking-” Cadance stopped suddenly, a hoof going to her mouth.

Before anyone could move, the alicorn teleported away.

“Uh, should we go help her?” Spearhead asked.

“I would, but I have no idea where she went,” Shining Armor replied.

A sudden clatter came from the back of the rather cramped jazz bar. The table turned to the male’s washroom and the blushing alicorn that had just stumbled out of it.

“Sorry guys!” she called.

“Come back anytime sweetheart,” replied an older stallion.

“I hate to say it but maybe we should wrap it up for the night,” Sombra offered.

“Yeah it's really starting to hit me too,” Spearhead muttered.

Shining Armor stood up. “Alright, I’ll see you guys later. Crystal Throne, are you going to head home right away?”

“We’ll see. Have a good night Shining Armor,” Sombra replied.

The other stallion gave Sombra a nod, and trotted away, reaching Cadance just as she was about to run into a pole.

“Up for a moonlit walk?” Spearhead whispered, trotting right next to Sombra.

“Maybe,” Sombra purred.

“Maybe?” Spearhead replied.

“You are deserving of a treat, and I am eager to repay you,” Sombra whispered in a low, sultry tone.

“Oh? Was the date that good?” Spearhead asked.

Sombra nodded. “You were charming as always, and I am genuinely thankful you extended the invitation to me as well.”

“Of course,” Spearhead stated. “You are one of the guys, even if we do have sex.”

“We fuck,” Sombra corrected. “And we will again, soon.”

Spearhead stopped for a moment then hastily trotted after his partner. “Really? I mean, what did you have in mind.?”

“Follow me, dear Spearhead, and find out,” Sombra retorted, swishing his tail in emphasis.

Author's Note

More coming very soon!