Sombra is awfully playful

I dunno how this went from funny/horny Sombra following Anon to gay sex. That's just how AiE works I guess.

>"Mr. Anon, here are the muffins you want--"
>"Mmmmghrraa," Sombra mewls, rubbing himself all over your leg.
>Mr Cake lets you leave without paying.

>You wake up, stretching out and tumbling out of bed.
>Today you slept late, you don't have much time to fuck around so you gather up some clothes and throw them on the bed.
>You turn to them about to change when you stop yourself.
>Everything, underwear, workshirt and suit, everything is covered in dollops of clearish fluid.
>What...
>From under the bed something pops out, the very tip of a little horn.
>You hear a light moan.
>Grabbing the horn your drag that son of a bitch Sombra from out under there.
>"Hhhnghaa, Anonymous, you woke me up."
>His raging semi swings too and fro as you hold him above the floor by his horn.
>"I'm hungry, can I have you fro breakfast~", he inquires, flicking his tongue at you.
>Fucking Sombra.

>Out for a stroll.
>Sombra with you as always.
>See pretty mare in the park.
"Hey there."
>"Oh hi, how are you?"
>Low growl from behind you.
"I'm fine, and you?"
>"Great!" she smiles, "Nice weather, huh?"
"Yup."
>Conversation gets better, growls get louder.
>Get mare's number.
>Walk away feeling satisfied.
>Sombra still following you, snarling lowly.
>Hear zap of magic, whirl around.
>The mare you were just talking too is now encased in crystal.
>Sombra smiles and bites your pants leg, bedroom eyes looking up at you.

>A knock comes at the door early one morning.
>You struggle to the door in boxers and a dirty t-shirt.
>Having not shaved or showered in days you're looking like you just rolled out from under a bridge.
>Swinging open the door you can already hear Sombra running toward you down the hall.
>"Hello, Anon!" Cadence says in a cheery tone.
>She gasps and smiles mischievously.
>"So I see you two finally got to it, eh?" she elbows you and winks.
>You look back at Sombra, who sitting like a dog on his "toy", panting and waging his tail.
"Da hell you talking about? No we didn't 'get to it'. We aren't getting to it and never will."
>She leans in close, whispering, "You're gonna do it right? Right, Anon? If you don't he'll destroy the Crystal Empire!"
"This guy right here?" you hiss, throwing a thumb back at him, "This guy ain't gonna destroy anything. He's obsessed with me."
>Sombra's moans get louder, causing you to take a look back.
>"He's really going at that thing..." Cadence comments.
>Pleased that he has your attention he blows his load all over your nice hard wood floor, some even splashes on your nice carpet just a few inches from him .
"Fucking hell. No amount of brawny towels are going to get the stains out of my rug."

"If only this hardwood was yours master," Sombra says slyly, licking his spill off the floor.
>As you recline on the couch with a drink, mulling over how to clean the semen out of your rug your mind drifts to a few months ago.

>A package arrives one day.
>Derpy doesn't say who it's from but she looks a little nervous.
>You bring the big thing inside and lay it out on a table.
>Unwrapping it you find several finely woven suits of many fabrics and colors.
>...Okay.
>Next a box with a watch inside.
>A bouquet of roses.
>A necklace with a fine crystal in the middle.
>Lastly a letter.
>You open the thing up and out slips a few photos.
>Scooping one up you almost can't believe your eyes.
>It's a photo of a strange looking unicorn, a stallion, with his cock pressed against a mirror.
>He's adorned in some lacy nightwear, precum staining the deep red panties hardly containing his manhood.
>"To my one and only Anonymous, Love King Sombra XOXOXO"
"Why?"

>It's been a rough day at work.
>So many nice mares coming in and out of those shop.
>Goddamn Rarity not letting you spend a second with any of them.
>So pent up...
>You undo your tie, unbutton your shirt and slide out of your suit jacket.
>Melting into a chair you realize how blue balled you're feeling.
>Sombra clippity clops it into the living room with his usual grin.
"What are you wearing?" you inquire, trying to make sense of what's on him.
>"Oh, this~?" he turns to his side.
>Somehow he's gotten himself some l-lin- oh my clothing.
>A thin black strip holds up long silky striped red socks which cover his hooves.
>The alluring things are connected to a deep red corset, the tied strings hang loosely under him.
>Keeping his bulging cock from escaping are black panties that appear to be satin.
>A little wet spot at the tip gives you a heads up about how he's feeling.
>From here you can see they are very tight on him in the back, his full butt out for all to see.
>Oh lord, why are you observing his rear end?
>He notices where your eyes are and turns so you can get a better view.
>Your mouth goes dry watching his tail flick up.
>This isn't suppose to be good...
>Moving back around he bows his head to you, looking up with pleading eyes, his ass up in the air.
>O-oh, his hair is up in ponytail.
>The irony is rather arousing.
>And is that eyeshadow?
>Why, yes it is.
>Light purple-blue, a little darker than Rarity's
>Red lipstick coats his pleasant little lips.

"Oh, is master pleased?" Sombra coos.
>Gulping guiltily you notice your cock has set up a tent in your pants.
>You snort and look away, flicking on the television.
>Not a fucking chance.
>"Narghhhhrr."
>He saunters over and starts rubbing his soft cheek on your leg, hiking your pants up a little.
>His cheek gets closer and closer to your inner thigh.
>"And the forecast today is-"
>Sombra's fine ass.
>Dear god why?
>That isn't suppose to happen.
>Sombra growls and mewls with yearning.
>T-this is no good at all.
>With a flick of magic he undoes the button on your pants.
>You give him a stern look...but you make no attempt to re-button them.
>He hops forward, burying his face in your groin, rubbing his snout all over your shaft.
>OH HO HO BOY!
>You squirm uncomfortable and try to push him away, succeeding only in wrapping your legs around his head.
>The zipper on your pants comes undone, your dick smacking Sombra in the nose.
>"Ah, it's so warm. Much bigger than my copy."
>With wide eyes you watch in something that is quite horror as Sombra slips off your boxers with a silky hoof.

>Throbbing and excited to be out exploring, your member falls easy prey to Sombra's hot tongue.
>You try to push him away, you try to pull up your pants but your arms aren't working right now, please call again later.
>He huffs a breath of moist warm air over you, sending tingling sensations up your spine.
>Your breathing becomes a bit more excited as his warm slick tongue traces over you.
>He pecks your pecker, leaving traces of red lipstick on the head of your shaft.
>Sombra looks up at you for direction.
>You say nothing but gaze back down at him.
>Saying nothing absolves you of any blame for what may or may not happen...right?
>Going for gold the dressed up stallion dives right in, taking your whole length in his mouth.
>It's wet, warm and pleasant in there.
>He holds it for a few seconds, licking and lapping you.
>After a moment he comes up for air, you can practically see the steam coming off him.
>"I've been practicing."
>His erect buddy is brushing up against your leg.
>You're almost certain he isn't even away that his hips are making little feeble thrusts at you.
>With a shaky hand you run down his soft chest and down the corset to his shaft.
>It's pulsating, big and in need of attention.
>Sombra's eyes roll back as you brush your hand over his satin panties.
>What are you doing there hand?
>That's a fucking no-no place.
>He works with you, moaning and swinging into the cup of your hand.
>Your index finger lightly taps the tip of his dick, getting a feel for the wet spot there.
>"Grragh."
>Oh you like that, okay.
>It's not gay if you're just stroking a cock, right?

>He gives you a few licks and a few kisses.
>Goddamn teasing Sombra
>You run a hand through his mane, surprisingly soft.
>S-smells like roses.
>He dives in again, licking you like a melting ice cream cone in July.
>That is to say like there's no tomorrow.
>He sucks on the head, bops up and down.
>This could not get any better.
>Oh, wait, it could.
>You force him off you and on to the carpet.
>His dick slips free of its prison, hanging there sadly.
>He whimpers and looks up with puppy eyes.
>You heave him up and sling him over your shoulder, his shaft drooling on your suit.
>Wasting no time you storm into the bed room, throw him down on the fluffy mattress and flick on the light.
>"What are we going to do on the bed?" he asks, stretched out on his back, forehooves raised up feebly.
>You give him your best "You gonna get some dick" eyes and strip off your suit and shirt.
>With no concern for Sombra you shove yourself in, eyes flaring up as you feel how tight he is.
>"Oh! You're so much bigger than the toy."
>Good, I'd like to hope so.
>"And warm, ah, so warm."
>You go in and out, sending shivers through his body.
>The beds rocking roughly, springs squeaking and having little orgasms of their own.
>Sombra huffs and puffs, gasping with each push in and sigh with each pull out.
>A smile curls across his face, fangs becoming visible.
>You stop for a moment, an empty look comes across him and groans.
>Untying his corset isn't easy when you're so worked up your hips are practically moving on their own but you get it done.
>You toss aside the flaps of fabric, running your hand through his soft belly fur.
>His body ripples in response, squeezing on your cock.
>You pick up your pace, lancing him without mercy.
>He doesn't want mercy anyway.

>He raises his head up, getting close to yours, begging for more.
>You give it all you've got, pounding that stallion like a hammer on a nail.
>'Cept your hammering and nailing this sonuvagun like your life depended on it.
>Grabbing his mane you draw him close for a sloppy kiss, lipstick sliding across your face.
>Your bodies become synced in some twisted and totally not gay pattern.
>Both of you are moving in accordance with each other, pulling, thrust, pounding and fucking.
>He bites your chest, which you don't mind at all.
>You scoop him up laying him in your lap.
>He takes the lead now, bouncing up and down.
>Some how he's tighter than before.
>Goddamn, you doubt a mare could do something like this.
>Your breathing picks up, worse than before, raspy breaths of passion interrupted only by grunts of pleasure.
>Swaying, waving, hot and sweaty and all things blissful!
>Never before has something so bad been so fuckin' good.
>It's getting close to that time.
>Sombra knows it somehow, and works harder.

>You spin him around, taking him from behind.
>He dives his head into the cool pillows as you ravage him, almost disrespectfully.
>Your thrusting becomes sporadic, animalistic, all patterns thrown straight out the window.
>As it comes closer and closer your body starts arching closer to Sombra, bent over him, a drop of sweat falling from your messed up hair.
>Sombra takes a sharp breath, shooting his seed all over your sheets.
"Ahaha!"
>You pour your pent up self into this burning hot stallion, melting into him as it all falls apart.
>The world spins and twirls and doesn't give a fuck for a second.
>Sombra slides off you, collapsing into a panting mess, his cock still dribbling white.
>You fall down next to him, your cum getting on most of his backside as you pull out.
>"That...was good..." he manages.
>Today was a good day, you didn't even have to use the AK.
>You sit up, about to off some after play when something catches your eye.
>In the window to the left of the bed you spot something, the tips of a pink horn and wings.
>Fucking Cadence.
>You might have to use the AK.