King Sombra, fat and powerless, pays for his crimes as Shining Armor's willing cockwarmer

Sombra twisted and squirmed, but he was powerless to move. Both of his front hooves had been tied to the headboard of the bed. Even if he’d been untied, though, his fat, powerful belly would have weighed too much for him to move at all easily.

It was that belly that Shining had stretched himself over, his hind legs spread wide across Sombra’s girth. “Struggle all you want, my lord,” he said, smirking. “But you’re not getting out of this.”

He shifted his weight on Sombra’s gut. It gurgled beneath him, still hungry from the family-sized feeding it’d gotten just minutes ago. Such extravagances could barely be considered “snacks” to Sombra anymore, though, and his fat, flabby figure more than attested to that fact. Shining’s smirk only deepened as Sombra grunted and squirmed, Shining’s throbbing cock poking deep into Sombra’s fat belly button.

His belly was like a pillow, really - a soft, gurgling pillow that spread out beneath Shining’s body like a mattress. And it felt good.

Shining sidled up a bit closer to Sombra and stroked at his double chin with a gentle hoof. “And I think, to be perfectly honest,” he went on, “that you like this. Don’t you?” He prodded at Sombra’s big, rotund belly, and the fatter stallion groaned.

“Please,” Sombra said. “So…hungry.”

“Oh,” Shining said. His horn lit up, and a fat slice of chocolate cake levitated into the air beside him. “You want this?” Sombra nodded, his flabby chin smacking up against his thick neck.

“Well,” Shining said, “I think that can be arranged. We’ve got to keep you nice and big, after all.”

He leaned in a bit closer, brushing his lips against Sombra’s flabby cheek. “But,” Shining murmured, “you’ll have to have a different meal first.”

He took a hoof-full of Sombra’s fat and squeezed. Sombra moaned. “You’ll like that,” Shining said. “Gotta keep you full.”

It took only a few seconds for Shining to get himself into an upright position, his legs straddling either side of Sombra’s belly. His stallionhood, already hard at its impressive size of thirteen inches, was leaking with clear precum. Meanwhile, his balls, each the size of a small grapefruit, churned and sloshed with cum between his legs.

Shining chuckled at the obvious look of desire in Sombra’s eyes. “Let’s get you your liquid lunch, huh?” He scooted forward until his muscled ass was right on top of Sombra’s fat, flabby chest. His cock poked at Sombra’s lips. “Now open wide, big boy.”

Sombra opened his lips hesitantly, and Shining eased his flared tip inside. His two hooves kept stroking the part of his shaft below the medial ring, Sombra’s head being too low to take the whole thing. Shining groaned in satisfaction as Sombra sucked greedily on his flare, his flabby face gaining just enough strength to move up and down the half-length of his shaft.

“That’s a good villain,” Shining said, patting Sombra’s stomach with a hoof. It was even bigger than he was, but he still got a thrill out of knowing that this much larger, much heavier stallion was his to command. Sombra gulped every few seconds, Shining’s steady stream of pre filling up his mouth. “Drink up.”

It wasn’t long, though, before Shining felt that inevitable tension mounting at the base of his shaft. “Mmff,” he grunted, his hooves rubbing just a little faster. He could feel his balls pulling in closer to his crotch, his whole body tensing up as Sombra lapped and sucked at his cock. “Ooh, yeah. Just like - “

His cock-tip flared, his balls bulging out as a surge of cum welled up in their depths. And then Shining was twisting and squirming, thrusting erratically into Sombra’s mouth as the fat king eagerly gulped down rope after rope of Shining’s thick, warm cum. Shining’s balls sloshed and churned, more than happy to spill their load into Sombra’s fat stomach.

Finally, Shining recovered. He was panting hard, and as his softening cock fell from Sombra’s mouth, he noticed that he was sweating as well.

“You like that?” he asked, his chest rising and falling. Sombra nodded - and then his belly gurgled, even louder than before.

Shining chuckled. “Fine, then. Let’s get you filled up.” His horn glowed again, lifting the slice of cake - along with the rest of the three-layer, deluxe chocolate cake - up into the air. “Can’t leave my big stallion hungry.”

As Sombra munched, groaned, and gurgled, Shining glanced back over his shoulder at the place where Sombra’s belly forced his back legs apart. His smaller stallionhood slapped against his fat gut, almost as if his hips were thrusting into the air with each bite of cake he crammed down his throat.

Slowly, Shining’s smile returned. He wondered how Sombra’s other end would feel. As he slid off the giant, gurgling gut, he could already feel his balls swelling again with seed, getting heavier and heavier between his legs.