{"sf1_id":2249734,"sf2_id":"r17yJbEm","title":"Hypnovember Day 10 - On Display (King Sombra)","author":"Yalbach","words":499,"posted_at":"2025-05-07T11:57:09.000Z","tags":["Exhibitionism","Hypnosis","Hypnovember","King Sombra","MLP","My Little Pony","Pole Dance","Public Nudity","stripping"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2249734-hypnovember-day-10-on-display-king-sombra","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17yJbEm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2249734\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"King Sombra puts on a show.","content":"A spotlight and thumping club beat drew all attention to the stage.\n\n  \n\nNo one at the Grand Galloping Gala had knew when the lights had begun to dim, but it ensured that every eye in the room was focused on the center platform and the alluring form of its single occupant: King Sombra.\n\n  \n\nOne hand gripping the metal pole that had risen from the ground out of nowhere, perhaps by the dark king’s own magic, Sombra looked over his audience with a cool, calculated smirk.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe king wore very little, and what he did wear left little to the imagination. A dark red vest that accentuated his impressive musculature, drawing the eye downwards to his solid abs and deceptively feminine hips. A tight pair of leggings that shone a beautiful rainbow in the light, and certainly didn’t do anything to hide the hefty bulge in between his thick thighs.\n\n  \n\nAnd it was clear from the obvious outline that underwear had never entered the equation.\n\n  \n\nA murmur crept through the crowd, barely audible over the overwhelming thrum of the music worming its way into everyone’s ears and ensuring all eyes stayed on Sombra. But any objection was quickly hushed as Sombra began to move to the beat.\n\n  \n\nHis movements began slowly, sensually, with the stallion swaying his hips to the time of the music as he walked his way around the pole. He needed to ensure every stud present got a good view of his breathtaking form.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe stopped in the view of one particular stallion, a small and mousey young thing who looked as if Sombra was the first stud to ever truly arouse him. A smirk lit Sombra’s face like the heavy blush lit the stallion’s, the tall, dark stallion turning to face the pole he’d been strutting around and flashing his prey with the sight of his large, muscular ass.\n\n  \n\nAnd then Sombra dropped his hips down, both hands gripping the pole as he pressed his chest against it and arched his back lewdly. Already pulling his pants taut while standing, Sombra’s tantalizing bubble butt actively strained the shimmering fabric and threatened its integrity as he pressed it out towards the audience in general and the poor, horny stallion in particular.\n\n  \n\nAs Sombra looked back with a teasing, cocky smirk, the tell-tale bulge and wet spot in the stud’s pants let him know it was more than effective.\n\n  \n\nAs it was, Sombra was no longer a stallion but an object of desire. An object that they desired.\n\n  \n\nOne would think Sombra a changeling by the way he drank in the love and adoration of his attentive audience. It filled him, fueled him, and drove his own bulge to swelling in the tightness of his pants.\n\n  \n\nHooking his thumbs into the waistband of the quickly tightening pants, to the drooling of several of the audience members, Sombra revealed the very hint of his arousal at being stared at and adored.\n\n  \n\nAnd all he could think about was more.","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2249733-hypnovember-day-9-sci-fi-machines-sprout-hitch.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2251766-hypnovember-day-11-trigger-rumble-spike.json"}