I jumped awake. "Wha-- fuck!?" I rolled out of the bed, landing hip first onto the floor. "Auuurgh, son of a bitch!" I rolled onto my stomach, my body chilled by the cold floor and warmed by the blankets wrapped around my back. "Where?!"

I snapped awake again, this time laid flat on my back in a bed. I looked around, the silvery ceiling overhead dark and smooth. I looked over at the button to turn them on. "...What?" I sat upright. "Did I just...dream about waking?" I scratched my head and stretched my arms. "What even is wrong with me?" I laughed softly and laid back down. "First night back in bed, I dream about falling out of bed while being in bed."

I stood up and stretched my legs. My still naked body pale and soft. I wrapped the sheet around me like a cloak and turned to the door into the hall. My stomach needed to be filled again, my clothes needed to be fetched, and I needed to wash up. "Aaaaugh, I need to be clean! I need to be clean! Clean me!" I looked around the smooth crystal room, the bed mangled, sheets tossed about. "Who am I talking to?" I shook my head and stepped out into the warm crystal hall.

A strange damp slurping came from my side. "What? Hello?" I turned around, the hall was zooming outward. Moments later a wall was rushing back towards me with the speed of a super-car. "Oh shi--"

"Aaaah--fuck!" I rolled onto my stomach, the room warm and full of rattling as I scrambled to my feet. "Where!? What is this!?" I grabbed my head. "Where!? Sombra!?"

I waited, standing with my arms out and my cock shriveled up in fear. The room stayed calm, my blankets thrown to the floor where I was laying, the bed stripped bear as I rolled off. "What the hell? Dreams...no." I rubbed my head, my heart still racing from the strange waking dreams. I sighed loudly and sat down on the edge of the large crystal pit bed I'd slept on, the mattress stuffed with what felt like cotton or wool, soft and supportive but, soft still.

I took a deep breath and took stock of my life. I was indeed alive, the walls weren't collapsing, I could count, I could read or attempt to read a book I'd found in the room, and my penis was just as small as I'd expect after the sudden surge of fear. "Alright...it's real." I rubbed my arms again. "Feels real at least...hopefully it's real."

I stood up and went over to the door, into the hall, and took a look around. The walls weren't closing in, there was no flood of water going to erupt and kill me, nothing. "Sombra?" I looked down the hall of domicile doors. "Which one?" I stretched my neck. I walked down the line, each room quiet, completely silent in fact.

"Spooky." The loud thud of my boots on the hard crystal floor gave me an eery sense of cold war paranoia. My father's old stories about bunker work slowly creeped into the magical land as I walked along. All I needed was a soviet uniform and a gun and this would have been the perfect representation of World War Three in ponyland.

My brain flitted through the idea of soviet style ponies, dressed in jackboots and olive uniforms. Red flags flying over the spires that dotted Equestria gave me goosebumps. "Sombra?! Where are you!? Where are you!?" I figured he would get the message that I needed to get to him if I was screaming in German. "Sombra you dick!"

I stopped at a closed dark wood door. A soft grunting came from within. "Oh...found him." I grabbed the door handle and peeked inside. An identical room, bunker stock standard with a nicer bed. Sombra was sat on his haunches, cock between his own lips. He was hunched over rather severely, but still he was able to force his head down between his legs and around his own cock. Eyes were closed, legs splayed, he was truly relaxed and by the bobbing head, enjoying himself.

I watched from behind the door. Sombra was lost in his own head, poking his throat with his other. I stifled a laugh as he let out a little moan, his leg twitching softly. It was both adorable and a bit horrid, but above all that else, I had to do my best not to laugh. I, had given a blowjob, I had received, but this was spectacular. "Jesus Christ...nooooo." My voice was high pitched but near silent, and my no was trailed by a slight chuckle. "Oh no...oh god."

Sombra forced his eyes shut as his lower leg started throbbing, the black meat squeezing out cum into his own mouth. A soft grunt filled the room as he fed himself like some homosexual ouroboros. I felt my eyes tighten up as I tried to keep from laughing. Sombra's eyes opened downward, closing again as a shot of cum spurted out of his nose.

I turned away, my eyes watering at the noise of Sombra loudly slurping at himself. I held my nose closed, slowly suffocating myself to keep from dying. I leaned back, causing the door to snap shut. "Fuck--" I turned away and started laughing. My nose hurt as I let go, my brain stuck on the image of cum dripping out of Sombra's nose. My voice went from its usual mid tone to a high pitched harping.

I leaned my head against the door, my lungs aching, my chest heaving as I tried to control myself. The king had just busted a load right into his own mouth and back out his nose. I could only imagine the times he'd been blasted, coated from black to white by stallions in chains. The backwardness of it all was too much. "I'm king! Now fuck my ass!" I hit the door, my entire body tight and my eyes burning harshly. "Oh god...I can't--"

"Buck yourself! Buck you!" Sombra threw himself against the door. "Move!"

I backed up, watching the door fling open. Sombra stood bitter and angry, his lips damp, his nose still dripping cum. "Oh god...stop." I put my hands over my eyes. "Stop...you're killing me!" My chest hurt like crazy as Sombra glared at me. "Stop it! It hurts!"

Sombra just stood there, staring. "I will kill--"

"You already are!" I took a few deep breaths through my nose. "Fuck-- fuck.... Okay, I'm okay." I rubbed my chest and cleared my eyes. "Oh my god...you are the gayest person I know."

Sombra's eyes shot open. "You threatened to fuck my ass!"

I nodded. "I know, I don't give you this award lightly. All you're missing is the tiny skirt and the bicycle."

Sombra cocked his head. "What? Bicycle?"

I shook my head. "Girls back home...don't worry." I rubbed my eyes. "Oh god...I needed that." I coughed into my hand, more of a half laugh. "Okay...you want to bathe?"

Sombra sighed loudly. "Next time don't do that...private time is precious."

I nodded. "Apparently." I pointed to him. "But hey, you're standing."

Sombra looked away. "I suppose I am."

I nodded, still smiling. "Now I'm going to wash and dry my clothes, you want to come? Food afterwards."

Sombra sighed loudly. "If we get out of this, if.... If I can regain my power and everything, please don't tell anypony...."

I nodded. "Between you and I." I held my arm out to the hall. "Now, would you-- would you like to clean your mouth out?"