The Weight of the Crown

by Skorpion

Rating: mature
Tags: Sunburst, Sex, King Sombra, Discord, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish
Length: 6022

Discord turns into a big fat slob, then turns King Sombra into a big fat slob.

After defeating Twilight Sparkle and her friends, King Sombra was prepared for a siege. Armies of brainwashed ponies marched toward the border to defend the tyrant's reign, while he consolidated power in the capital. Not even Celestia's most powerful magic could shake his iron grip on the throne - But what about Discord?

Contains weight gain and slob.

Published 2019-12-11 00:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-11 00:50:02 UTC

Chapter 1

Sunburst raced through the halls of the Crystal Palace, dodging haggard maids and stony-faced guardsmen, making a beeline for the throne room. His legs ached, every impact of his hooves sending bursts of pain up through his fetlocks, and his raw throat burned as he gasped down lungfuls of air. The remains of his cape flapped behind him, the blue fabric torn into ragged strips.

He didn't know how long he'd been running, but the sun had been low when he started, and now it was blazing at three-quarters height. The news he carried couldn't wait, and it had to come from the lips of a trusted individual – Others had run with him, but they'd all fallen by the wayside, into the arms of a corruption more sinister than any the Crystal Empire had faced.

The great crystal doors of the throne room were closed, and the guards crossed their spears as he approached – But one recognized him, and quickly pushed his door open so the unicorn could stagger through.

There, upon a throne of black crystal, sat King Sombra, True Sovereign of the Crystal Empire. The dark stallion reclined in the seat with his legs crossed, with an expression of pleased dignity etched across his onyx features. Before him stood a wench, some dethroned noblemare who was now reduced to worshiping the very tyrant she'd fought against. Her tongue hung out, and King Sombra's hooves looked rather moist.

“Y-your Majesty!” Sunburst stammered, forcing the words through his raw throat, “I bring news!”

“It can wait,” Sombra rumbled, his green eyes not leaving the eyes of the wench, “I'm busy.”

“It can't wait!” The unicorn insisted, stamping an aching hoof, “The security of the Crystal Empire is at stake!”

“Another of Celestia's raiding parties?” Sombra rolled his eyes, “Send out the timberwolves and tear them apart. Brainwash any survivors into new soldiers. You're my right hand stallion, and this is standard procedure. Don't waste my time with trivialities.”

“But Your Majesty! It involves D-” Sunburst choked, his eyes widening. Something didn't feel right. Pressing a hoof against his throat, he felt something in there, a kind of pressure, growing at the base of his esophagus. He tried to cough, but that only made the burning of his throat even worse. Sombra's eyes widened in curiosity, and he called down, “If you're choking to death, please do so elsewhere. You know how dead bodies upset my wenches.”

Sunburst couldn't answer – Couldn't even breathe, as the lump in his throat began to grow, sealing off his lungs and pressing against the sides of his throat. Grabbing his throat in his hooves, he could feel it growing out around them, threatening to split his neck apart. It moved up, almost slithering toward his mouth. His jaws stretched wide to let it out, first a tuft of gray hair, then, a yellow-scaled arm. The fingers snapped, and Sunburst was engulfed in pink smoke. When it cleared, the unicorn was nowhere to be seen, and in his place, stood Discord.

“Ugh, remind me never to do that again,” The draconequus grumbled, brushing the dust from his fur, “I should've turned you into cotton candy like everyone else...”

“Excuse me,” Sombra interrupted, “Are you the one they call Discord?”

“The one and only!”

“And, might I inquire as to the purpose of your intrusion into my domain?”

“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and decided to drop by, just to get a taste of your legendary hospitality.” Innocence is relative. An innocent-looking pony is adorable, because all ponies are adorable. An innocent-looking draconequus, by comparison, doesn't look very innocent at all. That's the expression that was on Discord's face, and that's the reason why Sombra's expression soured yet further.

“Hospitality, eh?” Sarcasm dripped from his words, “Would you like a feast to be prepared in your honor?”

“Well, nothing quite so formal, but I admit to feeling rather starved! That'll happen when you're traveling through moonbeams and leylines, you know. Always so easy to lose track of time...”

As if to punctuate this, the draconequus's stomach let out a deep gurgle, in such low tones that the crystal floor began to vibrate. Sombra just stared at him through slitted eyes, and finally, he sighed. Rising from his throne, he nodded at Discord, and then at a nearby guard.

“Please, allow me to lead you to the dining hall.”

-=-=-

Sombra's slaves pulled out all the stops, constructing for Discord a feast the likes of which hadn't been seen since the glory days of the Crystal Empire, more than a thousand years before. All the freshest ingredients went into cooking cakes and pastries, salads and soups – Sombra was determined not to be the jackass who got turned into a newt for making the God of Chaos feel unwelcome.

No, that jackass was Sargeant Spear Shifter, who, upon seeing the unholy amalgamation strutting down the hall, instantly switched into gear. Thrusting his spear forward, he ordered Discord to halt – Which the draconequus, taking more as a jest than a threat, simply ignored. When the draconequus drew near enough, he thrust straight into the draconequus's chest -

And realized that he'd always been a fat little bunny rabbit, with big floppy ears and paddly hoppers that could barely support his weight. It was hard to squeeze his bulky body out of all this broken armor, though, and Discord helped him out by snapping his fingers and teleporting the former guard straight into his belly.

“Ah, that was a tasty appetizer!” Patting his stomach, the draconequus chuckled as the little bump melted away.

Standing by his side, Sombra simply watched as Discord transformed, then consumed one of his guardsmen. He didn't particularly care for the stallion, just another of his mind-controlled drones, and so he allowed the draconequus the snack. It was more interesting to see his powers in action, warping reality in a split second and leaving behind nothing but a puff of quickly-dissipating pink smoke. As expected, the draconequus more than outclassed him in terms of raw power. A confrontation would only lead to Sombra's own destruction, at the hands of a force far less merciful than Celestia.

He'd have to play it safe, fulfilling his guest's every desire, while prodding for weak points. As soon as the draconequus let his guard down, he'd strike with the same decisive force he'd used against Cadance and Shining Armor. Not a single living creature existed that couldn't be defeated like this; Some were harder nuts to crack than others, but with persistence born of one thousand years of exile, he was certain that his willpower would triumph over that of the so-called 'God of Chaos'.

By the time the group reached the dining hall, the feast was already being prepared. Long tables of oblate crystal stretched from wall to wall in a room no smaller than the throne room, and quite possibly larger. The tables were empty, as they had been these past few years, ever since Sombra oversaw the derogation and enslavement of the Crystal Empire's nobility. The lack of feasting was fine with Sombra, whose warped body hardly needed traditional sustenance, and he assumed it was fine with the former nobles as well. After all, he hadn't received any complaints from the gem mines.

The lighting was pitiful, or perhaps the right term would be 'moody' – Here and there, enchanted crystals glowed purple, giving off just enough light to see. Much of the room was lost in shadow, including the vaulted ceiling, which disappeared into the nighted heights. It was so dark that it was difficult to see the dais on the opposite wall, where the king and his entorage took their meals apart from the common rabble.

“Please,” Sombra took the lead, gesturing for the draconequus to follow, “I'll guide you to the spot reserved for honored guests.”

“One sec,” Discord clapped his hands, and the entire room lit up like a bursting flash bulb. The flash was enough to momentarily blind Sombra, and he staggered back, a hoof raised over his eyes. After a moment, he reopened them, and found himself sitting in a seat reserved for low nobility near the back of the room. The whole place was illuminated now as if by a flood lamp, the floor and walls and furniture sparking. Sombra growled. He hated how everything sparkled in this godsforsaken kingdom.

But where the hell was Discord? With mounting anger, Sombra turned his head and looked in the direction of the royal table. There, seated upon the throne, sat Discord. The draconequus stared hungrily at a row of plates arrayed before him, while the servants who brought them scampered back to the kitchen as quickly as their exhausted legs could carry them. It was all traditional crystal pony cuisine, with rainbow bread, a large pot of snowberry stew, and a small stack of crystalberry pies. This would've been enough to feed a dozen ponies, but the draconequus just licked his lips, and Sombra began to wonder what in Tirek's name he'd gotten himself into.

“Ah, glorious food!” Discord clasped his hands together, licking his lips in anticipation of the coming meal. Grabbing a loaf of rainbow bread, he didn't even bother cutting it before taking a bite, the titular rainbow custard filling oozing down the draconequus' chin, and leaving a multicolored stain on his beard. Grumbling, Sombra rose from his seat and made his way toward the dais, while the draconequus made short work of the bread.

“Oh, you're reseating yourself? That's more than fine! Come, sit with me, I insist!” Discord gestured toward a nearby seat. In doing so, a little squirt of custard splattered across the side of the throne – Sombra's throne, carved from the world's biggest ruby, the throne Discord was currently polluting with his very presence. The stallion's eyelid twitched, and something twisted within him – It was a good feeling, a comforting feeling, that of dark energy welling up from the pits of his soul, ready to obliterate this interloper from the very face of reality.

Sombra's eyes darkened as purple particles swirled around his horn, the pointed tip gleaming ominously. Discord didn't notice; He had already turned back to his meal. Power flowed through Sombra's body, and as Discord brought the last rainbow loaf to his lips, he let loose with all his might. The room began to rumble as pure dark energy flowed from Sombra's horn, shooting straight toward the very center of Discord's soul, when suddenly, the draconequus turned and let out a deep belch. The spell instantly broke, and before Sombra could regain his senses, the sheer force of the belch sent him backward. He didn't fall, but simply skidded back on his hooves. His magic dissipated, leaving behind a cloud of greasy dust that slowly settled upon the floor.

“Whew, that was a good one!” Discord patted his stomach, chuckling at his own expulsion like a crass teenager.

Sombra groaned as he rose to his hooves, a number of broken bones instantly resetting themselves. That was just one of the perks of dark magic – Another was the defensive aura that instantly sprung up around him, protecting his nostrils from the acrid smell of half-digested food. A nearby slave stumbled and collapsed as the stink hit her, and before she could even hit the ground, Discord snapped his fingers. The slave disappeared, and his stomach visibly lurched, letting out a deep gurgle. Now that was going too far – Sombra might've hated his slaves, but they were his own property, and he wasn't going to allow some upstart chaos demon break his toys.

Without thinking, Sombra fired off another spell, more subtle than the previous one, but no less powerful, and extremely useful on uncooperative individuals. This one was no more effective than the last, however; The spell arced through the air, impacting Discord's rounded stomach and bouncing off, slamming into a nearby guard instead. The guard blinked in confusion, then collapsed as the contents of his mind were wiped clean, leaving him as nothing more than a useless shell.

That was quite enough for Sombra, whose rage was swiftly reaching boiling point. While Discord scarfed down yet another plate of food, adding to the tight dome of his gut, the unicorn chanted a quick mantra to calm himself down, just enough to focus on teleportation. With a flash and a puff of smoke, King Sombra found himself in his private quarters, which took up more than half of the expansive palace. Trotting quickly down the halls, he made his way toward Sunburst's laboratory.

Sombra's alchemical knowledge left much to be desired, but the potions were clearly labeled, and this one was exactly what he needed – A poison of such potency that a single drop would be enough to kill a dragon, and of such subtly that the victim wouldn't notice anything amiss until their heart stops beating. It was a truly vile mixture, one that the dark tyrant took care to hold well away from his body as he made his way to the kitchens to deposit the new ingredient in one of the myriad dishes under preparation.

Slaves were hard at work, practically falling over one another as they struggled to keep up with the ravenous draconequus's demand for food. Smoke rose from the ovens, stews boiled over, and at the furthest side of the kitchen, a once-famous pastry chef found herself slaving over the ingredients to crystalberry pie. She didn't even notice as Sombra came up behind her, nor the little glass cylinder he held in his magical grip. Tilting it gingerly, one or two droplets rolled from the lip and splashed down in the pie filling. That was more than enough to kill a pony – To kill the entire population of Canterlot twice over, in fact. Still, just to be on the safe side, he poured in the rest of the roiling liquid, which quickly disappeared in the dough.

Sombra smirked as the slave placed the pie in the oven, the magical heating crystals cooking it in mere minutes. The smell was utterly mouthwatering, and before anypony could pick it up, he grabbed the pie in his own magic, bringing it to Discord personally.

Nothing could've prepared Sombra for what awaited him in the banquet hall. If a draconequus was bad news, an unsupervised draconequus was a whole other beast; From the moment the kitchen door swung open before him, Sombra's eyes and ears were assaulted with light and sound, a cacophony of wheezing, shrill shrieking, deep gurgling... And as he blinked the stars from his eyes, he could see nothing of the ancient banquet hall. In its place stood...

Well, to be honest, King Sombra had no idea what in the nine circles of Tartarus he was looking at. To his eyes, which hadn't gazed upon mortal sights in over one thousand years, the garish colors and loud noises meant nothing; There was a shrill tweet, and he turned to see Sunburst hunched over some sort of desk, tapping away at buttons while steam flowed from a series of pipes. The sight was bizarre, utterly nonsensical, and it filled Sombra's heart with rage. Setting down the pie on a nearby table, Sombra's horn glowed. The machine made a final off-key trill as Sombra ripped Sunburst from his seat and levitated him over to his side.

“Hey, I was playing the calliope!” He whined, his legs flailing as Sombra set him down. The dark tyrant's eyes grew even narrower as he saw the white paint on Sunburst's face, his lips a deep cherry red and a pair of black diamonds printed over his eyes.

“Playing?” Sombra's eyes were demonic slits, staring into Sunburst's wide, frightened eyes.

“Y-yeah! It's a circus!”

A circus... Sombra knew what those were. He'd seen more than one passing through the Crystal Empire, back before his ultimate turn to the dark side. This was what a modern circus looked like? He glanced around the room; This room was less than half as large as the old banquet hall, and the walls, instead of four panes of finely-wrought crystal, the walls were circular and covered in rainbow stripes. The colors shifted before his very eyes, no doubt enchanted to drive any mortal being mad; At least, that's what he assumed, as he could see no other reason for Sunburst to be dressed up like that.

“And where, might I ask, is our esteemed guest?”

“The ringmaster is-” Sunburst coughed, a hint of blush showing through his white-painted cheeks, “Discord is-”

The poor clown was once again cut off, this time, by a sudden explosion of fireworks and confetti, causing both stallions to leap out of their skin. Sombra spun around and saw that, where his throne once sat, there was now a gigantic stage, upon which stood a group of his most trusted and fearsome guardstallions, now dressed up in colorful outfits, the faceplates of their helmets slathered in white greasepaint. They pranced across the stage like a group of burlesque dancers, and behind them stood Discord. The draconequus wore a top hat, and held his hands in the air as he controlled his playthings like marionettes.

“Welcome to the greatest show in Equestria!” He called out, his voice amplified over the thudding of the dancers' hooves. One of the dancers attempted to perform a spin, only to stumble, and before he hit the ground, Discord scooped him up. Sombra had designed the helmets himself; Once on, the only way to remove them was to completely decapitate the wearer. Discord just pressed a finger against the center of the stallion's forehead, and the helmet crumbled to dust, revealing a terrified expression.

“Now, we can't have your clumsy hooves ruining the show,” He tutted, while the stallion stared fearfully up at the draconequus. Sombra felt little pity for him; If he'd messed up like that during a parade, he'd have the stallion's entire family sent to the mines. Discord patted him on the head and snapped his fingers, and the whimpering stallion disappeared in a puff of smoke. As it cleared, a pile of little pink squares fell to the floor, which Discord scooped up.

“Would you care for some chewing gum?” Discord asked, holding them out toward his audience. Sombra just scowled in response, and Discord, giving a light chuckle, simply reached between his enormous buttocks and stuffed every last cube up his ass. A moment later, his belly began to gurgle, but instead of a roaring outburst, all that came out was a faint hiss. Sombra raised an eyebrow; He didn't notice any increase in the general toxicity of the air.

That's when he saw the bright pink bubble swelling between the draconequus's cheeks. With a disgusted scowl, Sombra reached out a magical tendril and popped it, the gum splattering across Discord's buttocks like the result of some shockingly bad Chipotle. With a wet sucking sound, the draconequus slurped the gum back into his hole, leaving behind a thin sticky film across his cheeks.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Meanwhile, in Ponyville, Bon Bon sighed as she flipped the sign on her shop to 'closed'. Another slow day – It seemed that with the war, nopony was in the mood to buy sweets. Any more of this, and she'd be forced to close down and move back with her parents. At least she could drown her sorrows in candy, like she did every night. The pudgy mare glanced across her shelves and settled on the big jar of bubblegum.

Suddenly, there was a puff of pink smoke, and a cacophonic crash as not only the jar exploded, but the jars around it shattered as well, and the entire wall of shelves came crashing to the floor. Bon Bon screamed, leaping back so far that her backside slammed into the door. As the smoke cleared, she found a stallion laying on the floor, groaning amid the shattered glass and scattered candy.

“Who the horseapples are you?!” She screamed, while the stallion just blinked in surprise, looking around the room.

“Oh, I get it, little clown,” She smirked, waving her flank provocatively, “You want a piece of mama Bonnie's candy, is that it?”

The guardstallion had faced many fearsome situations before; Fighting against Celestia's armies, battling the monsters that seemed to infinitely spawn from the mountains to the far north... But this mare, with her lecherous grin and obscenely sagging buttocks... His cock twitched in his oversized pants. This was one fight he wasn't going to win.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

In all the excitement of the circus, Sombra had completely forgotten about the pie – That is, until Discord cast a glance in his direction, and he felt the pie being torn from his magical aura. It flew straight into Discord's mouth, and he munched it messily, spewing crumbs and globs of filling across his face and chins. There was a faint bulge in his throat as he swallowed, and for a moment, all was still – Then, his face twisted, and he let out an enormous, nose-curling belch. The stench was powerful enough to fry any normal creature's nose, and indeed, some of the dancing guards would never regain their sense of smell. To their credit, not one of them faltered in their dancing, not even the one doing a headstand while juggling crystal balls with his hooves.

Discord's belly gurgled, and the draconequus let out a faint, nearly inaudible hiss. Sombra could hardly suppress his smile – At long last, his enemy would perish! It was a shame to lose such a potentially valuable ally, but at least his realm would be secure for the time being. Upon ingestion, any normal creature would bloat up as tumors grew throughout their body, before finally rupturing in a fountain of blood and gore. It was a great party trick. Unfortunately, Discord once again proved that he was anything but a normal creature.

His belly wobbled undulantly, and a deep groan was heard rising up from the depths as it began to expand. Sombra leapt back as the draconequus' body bulged outward, a wave of brown flesh flooding over the stage, nearly filling the roundtop with his sheer bulk. Sombra spun around and made a break for the door, only to find it wasn't there anymore – The heavy crystal doors had been replaced by smooth canvas. He considered burning through it, but with so much gas in the air, a flame spell would likely cause an explosion, and he didn't feel like reforming himself from ashes again. Thankfully, the draconequus stopped expanding before he was forced up against the wall.

Discord resembled a hill covered in dead grass – His brown fur was scruffy enough to play the part, and the grease dripping down his body gave the room a swampy aroma. Sombra found himself staring at the draconequus's equine hoof, which was so girded in flab that all he could see was the faint glint of his horseshoe. The floor beneath him was soaked in thick yellow sweat, which clung to his fetflocks. He groaned; It felt like it was seeping into his skin, making his hooves tingle in the warm grease. Trudging through the ankle-deep mess, he made his way around the belly of the beast.

He found Sunburst partly wedged in one of Discord's fat folds, about halfway up the craggy mound of flesh. Only his hooves were visible, kicking weakly as the lard around them wobbled. Sombra paid the trapped stallion little heed, simply grabbing his hooves with his magic and yanking him out with a wet pop. He was filthy, absolutely covered in grease, his coat slick against his skin, his mane flattened over his eyes. Shaking his head, the stallion looked blearily up at his eternal master – And then at Sombra, whose threatening gaze filled his chest with fear. He was just lucky Sombra didn't have time to waste on him, for his punishment would be one for the history books. Relaxing his magical grip on him, Sunburst slid down the slick mound of fat, sending up a spray of greasy sweat behind him.

At long last, Sombra reached the summit of the mountain, stacked rings of gray-furred flesh, atop which, Discord's head sat like the idol of some heathen altar. The draconequus was messily eating something, strands of pink and green goo leaking down his chin, turning his beard into a multicolored patchwork. A powerful belch erupted from his mouth, spraying his nearby flab with a rainbow of colors, and chunks of something that definitely wasn't pie. Sombra tried not to think about it.

“Oh dear! I seem to have put on some extra weight,” Discord chuckled. Snapping his fingers, he conjured a scale beneath himself – Not a mere bathroom scale, but an industrial scale, a platform wide enough for five cows to be weighed at once. Those cows barely had the chance to moo in surprise before he teleported them directly into his belly, causing it to surge out over the sides. The readout was unreadable, the numbers spinning higher and higher by the second, until finally, it maxed out at 999,999,999 – And then, it rolled over to zero, and continued to climb.

“Enough of this foolishness!” Sombra shouted, “Prepare to meet your end, beast!”

“My end? Au contrare, milord!” Discord smirked down at the little king, “It's your end you should be concerned about!”

“Wha-” Before Sombra could finish the question, the draconequus's fingers snapped, and the stallion's lower spine began to tingle. Straining to look over his shoulder, Sombra was just in time to watch as his buttocks began to expand. Those flat and toned sheafs of muscle bloated out, growing round and saggy as pound upon pound piled on. There was no pleasure, no pain, just numbness encompassing his entire lower body. The unaccustomed weight was too much for his spindly hindlegs to handle, however, and as Sombra's ass reached the size of basketballs, they gave out, and his expanding ass slammed into the ground, sending tremors across the room.

“Foul beast,” He roared, straining to rise up, but his buttocks spread out beneath him like a vast black counterweight, holding him to the floor. With sweat streaming down his forehead, he managed to haul himself forward a step or two, close enough to feel the heat as Discord let out a belch in his direction. A groan rose from Sombra's belly, and his stony heart sank as he felt his midsection growing tight. His horn glowed as he attempted to cast a counterspell, but all that came out was a weak spark.

“I've decided to shed a few pounds, and you seem like a likely receptacle!” Discord cackled. Sombra's buttocks were sinking into Discord's flesh now, and with a flick of his fingers, he sent the stallion tumbling to the floor. He landed ass-first, cracking the crystal beneath his weight and sending tremors across the room. The tyrant still wasn't defeated, his horn igniting as he desperately attempted to cast a teleportation spell – Sometimes, discretion is the better part of valor. Unfortunately for him, the spell sputtered out, and a foul smell rose to his nostrils, something quite apart from Discord's miasmatic stench. The smell was... Himself!

Sombra's coat became unkempt and greasy as sweat began to ooze from every pore. The normally cleancut king couldn't help but groan in disgust at how many hours he'd have to spend washing this filth away. The grease and grime were the least of his problems – Discord's body was steadily shrinking, even as his own body expanded. His belly sagged down low, his hooves aching from supporting so much new weight. The draconequus was still a mountain, but a more definable one – He could make out the individual claws on his draconic foot, while his single equine hoof poked out of the ring of flab surrounding it. He could even see Discord's face, as his own cheeks began to obscure his lower vision.

“Damn you!” Sombra screamed between belches, his voice growing deeper and coarser as his voicebox disappeared beneath hundreds of pounds of fat. His cheeks swelled into immense orbs, while his expanding forehead sagged down over his eyes, forcing him to squint. Breathing became slower and rougher as fat squeezed his nostrils, and his bloated lips wobbled as gallons of toxic wind billowed up from his throat.

“Such language! I'll just have to fix that,” Discord reached out and plunged a finger deep into Sombra's neckfat, his knuckle disappearing amid the black fur. It hit -something-, and Sombra yelped as an electric shock momentarily engulfed his throat.

“What did you-” He started, then paused in horror. Gone was the tyrant's deep, rumbling voice, as low and threatening as a flood of molasses. He sounded like... Like...

“Your voice was just a bit too deep for my taste, so I swapped it with that of a little filly! Don't worry, I'm sure she won't mind!”

Indeed, Sweetie Belle neither noticed nor cared that, mid-song, her voice had switched from a sweet, high-pitched lilt to a powerful death metal growl – But the audience certainly did, and the calm dignity of Ponyville's concert hall turned into a mad panic as ponies clambered over one another in their attempt to escape from that demonic rumble.

“I'll slaughter you for this!” Sombra whined, his cheeks wobbling as his weight pushed up past the One Thousand mark. He weighed more than a yak, maybe even more than a dragon – Dragonlord Torch, supported on his throne by the unicorn's dark magic, would've easily disappeared within the expanding mass of his belly. He felt his hooves lifting up from the floor, but as they flailed, he soon grew tired. Each one was buried in fat, the silver glint of his horseshoes disappearing, never to be seen again.

“Please, Your Royal Obesity,” Discord reared back and slammed his paw down on Sombra's ass, making the unicorn shriek in pain and surprise, while his entire body wobbled madly. He looked like a blob of jelly in the middle of an earthquake, with a head and tail barely poking out to indicate he was anything more than a pile of meat.

“Don't tell me you aren't enjoying this?” Discord's voice struck Sombra like the ting of a tuning fork. He let out another belch, rancid and raucous, spraying saliva across his many chins. When he opened his eyes again, everything felt strange. Something stirred, deep within his fat folds – His cock, so buried in lard that it may as well not exist at all. Sombra groaned, his head spinning as new and unwanted sensations sprung up across his body. Every jiggle, every ripple of his ever-undulating body sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't getting turned on by this – He couldn't be! But he couldn't deny the pleasure rising from his erection. It was utterly encased in flesh, and yet it felt so good! His fupa formed something akin to a living fleshlight, constantly stimulating him with every slight movement, until the first of many orgasms rocked his body, and he let out a lewd moan, his tongue hanging from his thick lips.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Sunburst loved the circus. He remembered as a child, visiting the traveling show with his mother and father. It was all so fun, laughing at the antics of the clowns, watching in awe as a whole team of trained manticores leapt through fiery hoops, and of course, stuffing his face with cotton candy and deep-fried chocolate.

This was pretty much the same, but instead of clowns, there were mind-controlled slaves, and Discord was the only one with snacks. Oh, and his asshole was being stretched by an absolutely monstrous cock. That was one very important difference – He felt like he was being ripped apart, his hole distended to the size of a basketball hoop as Sombra's immense cock rocked back and forth, in and out. The stallion's stomach bulged with every thrust, the flared head of the cock outlined against his skin. He moaned, and all that came out was thick, yellowish horsecum, flowing from his mouth and nose, leaking from his tearducts, even his ears!

Sombra moaned as well, both in pleasure and pain as pressure built up against his anus, till an enormous, oniony fart blasted out, staining the brightly colored wall behind him a deep brown. The air was utterly toxic around the black blimp, and even Discord had to wear a gas mask. It didn't do much good, especially since the draconequus had connected the end of the hose directly into Sombra's cavernous asscrack. The stench permeated Discord's very soul, filling him with a contentment he hadn't felt since... Oh, since he was Sombra's size, about twenty minutes ago!

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Sombra grew bigger with every passing second, burying the furnishings of the grand dining hall beneath his massive mound of flab. Sunburst soon disappeared, entombed within a cavern of damp black lard, from which he would never return – Not that he would ever want to, having lost his mind to pleasure long ago. Pressed against by thousands of tons of pressure, the wall supports snapped in sequence, and the ceiling bowed down, engulfing the blob in fabric. Darkness fell upon Sombra's vision, and for a moment, all was silent, save for the constant rumbling of his gas-spewing ass.

“Tada!” Discord shouted as he pulled the sheet off of the blob, revealing him to the assembled crowd. Celestia and Luna gasped, only to gag as the infernal stench hit them. Before the alicorns sat a black blob the size of a small boulder, but covered in wrinkles and moisture, and strangely fuzzy. It took a good few seconds before either of them noticed the tiny little head poking out at one end, and another few before they recognized the bloated face as that of King Sombra, the tyrant of the Crystal Empire. The royal sisters and their guards stared in shock and disgust. One guard retched, another ducked behind a flower pot and vomited.

“Discord, what in Tartarus is this?!” Luna coughed, covering her nose with a hoof, “We ordered thee to capture the tyrant, not-”

“He's here, isn't he?” The draconequus smirked, sitting down upon the blob. The sudden weight forced a massive fart from the blob's backside, a high-pitched whine of noxious gas, and an even higher-pitched belch from the opposite end. “At least he can't escape, and he's travel-sized for convenience!”

“But why does he smell like that?!”

“Isn't it lovely? So much better than all those pathetic flowers,” He nodded toward a nearby flower patch strewn with hundreds of wilted roses, the petals already rotting in the moist atmosphere.

“Ugh,” Celestia groaned, turning away from the disgusting blob, “Guards, roll Sombra into the dungeon. I'll decide what to do with him later.”

Saluting sharply, a pair of guards trotted forward, and after a moment of deliberation, pressed their hooves against the blob's backside and gave it a firm push. That sent Sombra rolling, forcing the others to leap out of the way, and the motion was enough to squeeze another toxic blast from the bloated creature's butt, straight into their faces.

Suddenly, both guards paused, a strange sensation running through their bodies... Then, their bodies simultaneously began to expand and contract, growing and shrinking, their bellies swelling even as their armor grew loose and fell around them. The two of them tripled in weight and halved in height, the full-grown stallions now looking like morbidly obese foals.

“Discord!” Celestia shouted, lunging at him with her horn aglow, but the cackling draconequus easily dodged out of the way, sending her barreling into one of her own medicine ball-sized guards, and the two of them tumbled down the slope toward the castle. Before she could recover, Discord snapped his fingers, and was gone.

Author's Note

Commissioned by ggg333 on furaffinity