“A Tender Touch Of Snow”  
By Duskhoof
 
… Did I sign it? Deeeeerrpppp… Didn’t sign it!
 
This is for a story I’m writing for the season, about Sombra and a relationship he shared before he turned to the dark side of the … sides.
 
“A Tender Touch Of Snow” is an adult-mature story, it will have very adult themes.  
Chapter One will be released on the 20th December.  
Chapters will be released regularly over the holidays. Click here to get to more of my stories.
 
And, since it’s nearly Hearth’s Warming, here’s a taste…
 
Years before Nightmare Moon’s first fateful appearance, Celestia had not expected a gentle rapping, like some lost owl at her bedroom balcony doors, to wake her precisely one hour after her head had embraced the goose feather pillows. Even in the days of old, her castle in the midst of the once tamed forests of Everfree, was heavily fortified and guarded. It should not have been an easy feat for somepony to be tapping at the window of her private sanctuary, and yet here they were. A lost shadow of the night hoping to get in from the blistering cold, Hearth’s Warming night.
 
Vanity protected by a long, floaty silk nightgown, the resting princess rose from her bed and trotted to the curtains, hesitating as she reached for them.  
”Thou does know we are but a shout away from calling all thy guard to this room if thou does not announce thou intentions, stranger,” she whispered loud enough to be heard through the fabric and stained glass.
 
”My intentions are to be reunited with the one and only holder of my heart,” came the reply, which prompted a surge to action from the usually halcyon mare. Celestia flung open her curtains, unbolted the locks and clicked open her door to a young dark prince, his obsidian mane flattened by the wetness of the sleet and his usually unwavering posture shaking from the temperature. Without a thought as to what might be said, she pulled him directly into her room and relatched the doors. When she was sure she had kept Luna’s weather at bay, she spun around and greeted him with the passion of teenage lovers, lips mashing to his, no matter how frozen his muzzle was. With her love and her embrace, she planned to warm him.
 
Together they created a blizzard of their own. One of day tangling with night, where her wings sprang open in delight as they swirled around her room in a draft of an unseen Windigo, connected by lips, teeth and tongues. While their mouths dueled, they did so with the discipline of a pair of fencing sports-ponies. He flicked forward, she would defend. She would parry, he would riposte. Finally, they drew away as equals, panting gleefully at the end of her four-poster bed and unable to tear their eyes from their adoring lover.
 
“I am here-“
 
“We know why you are here, loving Shadow,” Celestia interrupted with a voice that could bloom a garden of bright flowers, “thou made us a promise; that on the anniversary of our first meeting, thou would find your way to us again and prove your worth.” Sombra could not find words adequate enough to confirm that was his intention, and could only give a hopeful nod. The Princess sucked on her bottom lip briefly, then gave a gracious bow of her head.
 
“We are yours, fair Shadow. Your Helia to light your darkest days. Please, show us what we really mean to you.”
 
This story was written as a thank you to all of you for all for reading my words, and for those who offered the help and support I’ve had this year.
 
When I started writing in July, I never expected the response I got, nor the opportunities that have continued to open for me. This shout out goes to several people, including but not limited to Synesisbassist, Blazing Moon, Private Joke, Miles, Belle, Light, Laura “Piper/ Dessert Burrito” Sikes, Servus Liber, Doomande, Green Pony, Solid Fire, Titty Sparkles, Shakespearicles, KKat, Somber, Crazed, Alex “Scripts”, Kiva, Gogetasama, Inabiaf, Not So New Brony, Mr Tech and Tavi.
 
All good things,  
Duskhoof