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Champions of Equestria

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Stygian finds himself submitting to a different dark entity this time!
 
(I drew this with the context being that he summoned Sombra for this specific purpose, so despite the tears and magical restraints, this is perfectly consensual)
 
a very unpopular ship (and by unpopular I mean pretty much nonexistent) that I find myself enamored with for some ungodly reason. also yes, I femboy-ified Stygian (as if he wasn’t a twink already lmao)

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@SourCherry  
Laugh if you want, I wouldn’t blame you, but it was yours and Emotion Nexus’ comments that absolutely provided the impetus. It’s been years since I’ve written and longer still since I’ve written something I want to, especially as much as I do this. And yeah, it’d be one thing to do it for myself but knowing that even one other person might enjoy it, well, I’d love to write it.
 
But really, thank you.
 
@snowberry  
Or two people. Both of you are too kind in what you say, honestly. I’m so, so glad I could pique your interest and my only hope now is that I can give both of you something worthy of your expectations. Because this is a ship that absolutely deserves more love. I’m not sure how long it’ll take (not that long, I’d hope) but, if you’ve no objections, I’d be happy to let you two know when there’s something worth reading.
This could work, quite easily.
 
I doubt Stygian recovered so quickly or easily from his ordeal with the Pony of Shadows. Perhaps he dedicated his time since to scouring the libraries of Equestria, searching for whatever scraps of information he could collate about shadow ponies and alicorn magic. Travelling to the Crystal Empire brings him into contact with the last pieces of Sombra’s horn and the knowledge that he was a shadow pony of incomparable power. Though what illustrations remain (after the crystal ponies, rather understandably, sought to rid themselves of that vile memory) prove more intriguing than intimidating.
 
Going to the four corners of the Empire, secretly gathering the last shards of Sombra’s horn before using every last drop of magic (as well as what he may draw from the Empire’s significant ley lines) to secure the rest from their containment. You know, his intent would always have been that it was a test - to prove to himself that he does, indeed, have the strength to resist both the allure of the shadow and its terrible, crushing will. The shards of horn assembled, the necessary magical wards placed, the rituals of secrecy and dampening… anything that might stave off the curious and the fearful from finding out someone is drawing such power for something so unthinkable. Anything to assure himself he’s more fearful than curious.
 
Because that stallion, that king still spoken of in hushed tones, shown only in regalia worthy of one so irresistible, held a far darker secret still. And what could be more seductive to a pony in search of surety against darkness, than the suggestion that he had been one as equine as Stygian himself?
 
But… Armed with that knowledge, the seduction of power gave way to desire. Here was one who knew what it was to sacrifice oneself in its pursuit, who dared to believe that slavish devotion to the alicorns, to those who jealously hoarded their own power, was not the way. Here was one who understood the terrible path from desire, to love, lust, and the foalish notion that it could ever be sated by something as ephemeral as a life traded for the strength to pursue it.
 
Ugh! Just get to the bit where Sombra is admiring that beautiful white coat, his trim, delicate body - far grander than any queen could hope to match. The darkness in those eyes tempered against pain at once familiar and disarming. Of a soft voice, sweeping aside the clawing tendrils of shadow that had long since sunk themselves into his heart. If he must be brought back from that interminable hell then let it gladly be for one that gives even a glimpse back into what it felt to be a pony.
 
Where he glides against that shivering stallion, donning just enough shadow to curl about Stygian’s curves, thread through his silken tail, presses against that slightly arching back, and teases lips that threaten to spill forth more than shaky breath. To reform standing over him - the king laying claim to one worthy to be called his queen. A horn, longer and more delicate than his own, thrumming with power, brimming with lust; all it takes is the slightest flick of alicorn magic to make the stallion under it to fall to his knees and sob quietly.
 
“What is it you wish?” Sombra’s voice… moon and stars, why?
 
It would, of course, take a moment for Stygian to collect himself. To stop thinking of how that stallion pressed against him so, strength unlike any he’d ever dared to dream could be his.
 
“You, my king.” Tail flicking up against the stallion - another throb, another flick of magic, another gasp that gives way to a whimper, his legs steadied by magic not his own.
 
Magic that tingled and crackled as it spread back up his legs, across his rump, spreading, squeezing. When it ran along the length of his aching member, that voice would join his in a coo of pleasure. Then down along his stomach, to his chest–and pausing momentarily where his heart sped–splitting at his forelegs as the last took his breath away along his neck. To his chin, tilting him to the lips of his waiting king and speeding to the tip of his horn.
 
It would not be the last time that night, that Sombra would leave Stygian panting and shaking, begging his king for his incomparable, irresistible touch.
 
Purple prose aside… Goodness gracious, I desperately want to write this! What is it about snowberry’s beautiful art that blows the cobwebs off and gets those creative juices flowing once more? Apart from the fact that hot gay stallions are obviously the best and snowberry does them inimitably well, I mean.
There’s something about this dynamic that makes me want to read a fic about this. Stygian looks so adorable, and honestly I’d love to see more of this.
Yes yes yes yes yes I can’t believe I’m not the only one finding this ship fun. (And if you ask me, Pony of Shadows is an Umbrum just like Sombra, if going by comics’ canon)
Background Pony #015D
Stygian looks so adorable. I hope you draw more of this couple in the future. 🙂