“Who’s my good boy?”
There are a few things that Sombra can tolerate. Insubordination, politics, recent interaction with other nobility, and incompetence. The one main thing he can genuinely tolerate is his housemate/mare friend Fluttershy. She indeed was the light missing from his long life and her kindness knew no bounds. But there were times when her kindness was his weakness, such as now. He had managed to be the bigger creature and endure an evening of mingling with the upper crust of Canterlot society…without losing his patience. It had been a request from Princess Celestia to attend such a formal gathering, and though reluctant at first, he did attend at Fluttershy’s insistence to show he had truly reformed. He had only just returned home and enlightened the yellow mare about the evening’s events. And thus, he was rewarded with chest nuzzles and adorable cooing.
Sombra let out a soft growl, more from embarrassment than annoyance or anger. “Stop asking me that quest-“
“Who’s my good boy?” Fluttershy repeated, nuzzling him more. Her wing and hoof wrapped around his neck and back.
Sombra never rejected Fluttershy’s embraces, even in this situation he didn’t want to. He just wished it was more for cuddles and not the same baby talk she used on her animals. Knowing she wouldn’t relent until she got her answer, he let out a small growl. “Ugh…me.”
“You are~!” She giggled.
Cheeks and flattened ear tips red, Sombra huffed and let her enjoy the moment. He would likely get her back for this. Some tickling as a punishment, perhaps? A rustling sound started to overpower his thoughts. Glancing down, he noticed that his tail was wagging.
“Looks like someone enjoyed the compliment~”
More red colored his onyx features as he let out a loud snort. This self-betrayal would never be lived down.