Horizon leaned back in his seat, a soft blush already spreading across his face. A tankard, half-empty and frothing with alcohol, sat on the table in front of him. Somepony—Blaze, probably—had brought in a set of speakers and had cranked the volume until the floor itself vibrated with every beat.

“So,” he heard from the seat beside him, “how’s your bet coming along?”

Horizon turned and blinked. Sitting beside him was no less than Plowshare himself. The older stallion cradled a much larger mug to his chest, and was leering at Horizon rather unpleasantly. “Hit it off yet?”

“I, uh,” Horizon stammered. “Yeah! Yeah, I have.”

Plow snorted and turned back to the bar. “Can’t say I don’t believe you. After that little show you put on that night, I think half the room wanted you right then and there.”

As the larger stallion pressed his mug to his forehead, Horizon felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me,” the mare behind him asked, fluttering her eyelashes. “But I couldn’t help overhear—do you think that I could see it for myself?”

Horizon was barely buzzed enough to have forgotten her name—Apple Cobbler, he remembered after a moment of unsteady thinking. Manager of Cherry Dun Acres’ admittedly small apple orchard.

A small grin spread across his face at the question. Like it or not, he couldn’t deny that the new interest in his “package” had a tendency to give him a shot of voyeuristic adrenaline—especially when everypony seemed so forward and unashamed about it. Or, in Apple Cobbler’s case, it may have just been the three empty mugs of cider sitting clustered on the bar in front of her.

Horizon did a fake double-take over his shoulder. “Okay,” he said quietly, still smirking, “but you’re gonna have to keep it down-low, okay?”

Apple Cobbler hiccuped. “Oh, you got it. Now let’s see your prize sausage.”

Horizon put a hoof around her shoulder and, drawing her in closer, pushed a trickle of magic through his horn—just enough to release the invisibility spell. It might’ve been easier just to shrink his package back down before coming, but on a whim, he’d decided to leave it as it was.

Besides, at a social gathering like this, it was comforting to feel that heavy weight between his legs. It let him stand a little taller, as superficial a point of pride as it may be.

“Three,” Horizon murmured, grinning into Apple Cobbler’s eyes. “Two. One—”

His horn glimmered green—and with a dim flash of light, the lump between his legs was bared for all the world—or at least Apple Cobbler—to see.

“That don’t—don’t l-look like much,” she slurred. Twelve inches of flaccid stallion meat sat coiled in Horizon’s lap, directly over a pair of throbbing, oversized nuts.

“Just give it a minute,” Horizon said. He took a hoof away from his cider and ran it slowly down the length of his member. Rhythmically, gently, his hoof probed over his flaccid cock until blood began to flow into it.

The veins bulged, his shaft swelling with arousal as his hoof continued its foray up and down its length. He made a circle around its girth as soon as it stood up straight enough to do so—and then another circle, loving the feel of pure size and width beneath his hoof. Already his half-flaccid meat had passed fifteen inches in length, and it showed no sign of stopping.

His cock soon made it into a show of its own, swelling and growing until it poked up past his torso. All the while, Apple Cobbler watched with wide-eyed amazement, letting out “oohs” and “ahs” as it creeped up toward his chin.

“What do you think?” Horizon asked huskily, unable to keep a note of pride out of his voice.

“I’ve seen some other stallions before,” Apple Cobbler said in a low voice. She leaned over his towering member, her eyes blank as if entranced. A thin line of drool slipped from her mouth. “But this—this is a real cock.”

“So,” Horizon said, “would you say that it—ooooooh.”

He moaned softly as Apple Cobbler’s lips brushed against his tip. His flared head throbbed appreciatively at the kiss as a trail of saliva traced down its length.

“I’ve never seen anything—mmm—like it,” Apple Cobbler murmured, tracing down his length with one hoof. She opened her mouth and, slowly, licked around the base of his head, drawing her tongue tight beneath his flare.

“Unnngh,” Horizon moaned. His legs twitched uncontrollably at her touch, his sack already churning with new seed. “I guess...you know what you’re doing.”

“Mmm.” Apple Cobbler licked her lips, leaning in closer until Horizon’s shaft filled her vision. “Just sit back, big guy…”

“Hello, handsome.”

Horizon’s mid-arousal moan was interrupted by the voice of a new arrival.

“Lily,” he gasped, recognizing her almost immediately.

Lilydale smiled up at him from below his barstool. “I see you’ve already found somepony new to share your little gift with. I can’t say I’ve forgotten your gift to me.”

Horizon’s flickered toward her rear. Lily’s forehoof rested on one of her oversized cheeks, tracing across the length of her overinflated Cutie Mark. As he watched, she slapped her easily-reachable ass, his dick throbbing appreciatively as an ocean of ripples shuddered away from the point of impact.

He bit his lip, his balls churning even harder with Lily’s arrival. Nervously, he glanced over his shoulder, remembering that Plow was sitting right behind him. “But Lily—your—”

“Oh, Plow’s already gotten more than his fair share of my new assets,” Lily said huskily. “It would be fairly hard to hide them, no? I suppose it’s good for you that he liked them so much that he just couldn’t get enough for himself.”

She leaned in closer. Horizon leaned down close enough to let her whisper into his ear. She bit gently on his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine before whispering,

“Truth be told, I think he’s wishing for you to share that magic spell of yours around a little more—if you know what I mean.”

Someone snickered.

Horizon looked back up, wide-eyed, at the rest of the bar. Seemingly every eye in the room was on the three of them—on Apple Cobbler, her two hooves clutching delicately around Horizon’s member; on Lily, her enormous ass still wobbling like a bowl of gelatin; on Horizon himself, his monstrous shaft throbbing with need and lust.

Off in the corner, a stallion turned and faced the mare beside him—his wife, Horizon remembered, struggling to recall their names.

“I am so fucking turned on right now,” the stallion breathed—and leapt across the table and pushed his wife to the floor. She moaned as his weight pinned her down, the two bodies writhing as the mare nipped at her husband’s neck.

At least a half-dozen stallions scattered throughout the room were masturbating, their jaws firmly clenched as they stared down Lily’s wobbling, jiggly flank. Horizon should have been mortified. He should have been embarrassed—any reasonable stallion would have been more than ready to withdraw.

Yet the only thought that came to mind was, What in Equestria was in that cider?

“Now,” Lily said, fluttering her eyelashes. “It looks like your little friend here is having some trouble with your...well, ‘little friend.’

“No offense, dear,” she said, turning to Apple Cobbler. “But perhaps a mare who knows how to handle all of that meat should step in to help you out.”

"Another round!" Horizon heard himself say. "On me!"

A cheer went up around the bar. Horizon felt his grin creeping upward as Apple Cobbler peered up at him from the base of his dick, her eyelashes fluttering as her tongue teased his meat.

Tankards clinked and chatter resumed around the bar. Horizon chuckled to himself, shivering again as Apple Cobbler's tongue touched his cock.

"Here," Lily murmured, pushing against Apple Cobbler and lifting her eye to Horizon's shaft. "Allow me."

Horizon moaned as Apple Cobbler's tongue licked along his flared head, Lily's hooves prodding and massaging at his throbbing balls. His nutsack churned appreciatively, its full depths always ready to release another deluge of hot, steamy cum.

"Fuck me," he heard—Horizon's head turned, and he saw Tiller flying through the air. He'd pounced another stallion, his enormous balls dragging across the floor and weighing upon his all-too-willing victim's chest.

Everything went wild.

"Mm," Lily murmured, blinking innocently up at him. "It seems you've started a trend."

"It's not my fault...mmm...if a few ponies decide that they want to have some fun." Horizon grunted, his eyelids fluttering as she squeezed his nutsack again. "...Unf"

A group of ponies in the corner had started what looked to be a threesome as another stallion jacked off to the side. With a start, Horizon realized that one of the ponies involved was Chestnut. A wide, vacant smile covered her face as she teased another stallion's shaft between her asscheeks.

A flush rose up on his cheeks—jealousy. How could another stallion satisfy her? Wasn't he—

But then he remembered the two other mares currently playing with his cock and balls and shut himself up.

"My, my," Lily said. She'd been planting tiny kisses along his length as Apple Cobbler moaned, all but writhing across his shaft. Lily's final kiss came off with a quiet pop, a thin line of saliva trailing down to his head. "You seem larger than before."

Horizon shifted in his seat as a few sizeable drops of precum leaked from his tip. "Do I?" he grunted. His heart was already beating faster, the cider speeding through his system. His hips gave an involuntary jerk as Apple Cobbler took his meat and squeezed, as if milking every ounce of pre from his balls to make way for the main course. "Is it...too much?"

"Oh, no," Lily said. "If anything, it's still too small."

And she dove right onto his dick.

Horizon moaned as she deepthroated him, Apple Cobbler shifting down to play with his balls instead. Lily's mouth was divine—somehow, the mare managed to get a whole twelve—no, fourteen inches—down her throat. She had to be missing a gag reflex or something! There was no way that that should be possible, especially with a package as thick in girth as Horizon's.

Yet Lily took it all, her throat bulging as his cock cleared past her tonsils and shoved down her throat. He squirmed as another few drops of pre leaked from his tip to fall directly into her stomach. Her tongue swished along the base, putting even more pressure along a throbbing vein.

"Mmmm..." Lily said. She went a few inches deeper, and Horizon's pelvis thrusted further as the pressure built. His cock slid down her throat, and he felt the head twitch inside of her mouth, flaring against the sides of her esophagus. "Mmmm..."

"I'm gonna—" he choked out. "I'm gonna—"

It came like a flood, pints and soon gallons of hot, steamy cum coming as a deluge through his monstrous cock. To her credit, Lily took it all, her throat bulging with his knot and then her stomach swelling with each spurt of cum that his enormous balls pumped into her.

Apple Cobbler did her part as well, playing and squeezing Horizon's sack until he felt like there was nothing left. She'd milked him dry, it seemed.

Lily's stomach was enormous—bulging with his cum. She pulled back until her lips popped off of his flared head, a few strings of cum still dangling from her mouth.

"Delicious," she whispered. Her hooves roamed up Horizon's chest, her eyes glittering with desire as his cock stayed at full mast, his balls already refilling.

Already unbalanced by the cider and weighed down by Lily's sudden force, Horizon toppled off of his barstool and onto the floor.

Instantly, the room went spinning. He felt a meaty thump on his chest, his balls shaking as though they'd been hit by an earthquake as they landed on the floor between his legs. He could feel them refilling, his magic driving them to produce more cum, more seed, more lust.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, Horizon's vision went black—and just as quickly, he realized that somepony else had had the same problem as him. Nine inches of respectable stallion meat filled his vision.

"Oh, man! Sorry about that!"

"No...problem," Horizon said woozily.

A stallion stood above him, licking his lips as he eyed Horizon's sizeable cock. He stood with his back legs behind Horizon's head, his forelegs on either side of his eagle-spread legs. "Oh, man..." he said, drooling. "That is one nice motherfucking dick."

"Yours too."

"Mm." Without warning, the other stallion leaned down, his knees bending until he was right on top of Horizon's cock—and then let himself drop.

Horizon let out an 'oof' as the other pony's weight pressed down on him, forcing some of the breath from his lungs. His cock throbbed larger and larger—in protest, it seemed, at the other stallion's presence.

"Fuck," the stallion huffed, his hooves clutched around Horizon's shaft. He rubbed his body feverishly along Horizon's length, his own cock thumping against the bottom of Horizon's chin. "So...fucking...big."

As the other stallion writhed atop him, Horizon, on pure instinct, felt his tongue dart out. The other stallion moaned as Horizon licked around his clearly presented anus, playing and teasing his rear.

"Oh, fuck," the stallion said, humping Horizon's cock. "Oh, fuck—"

Horizon grinned to himself as he continued his rimjob. For his part, he was content to thrust his hips into the other stallion's chest every so often, driving his cock up between the two before sliding it back, easily lubricated by the precum that now coated their fur.

“You like it?” Horizon asked.

“It’s the biggest fucking tool I’ve ever seen,” the stallion groaned, his thrusts growing in intensity and speed. “Oh, my Celestia—how do you handle it? How can you go a single day knowing that you’ve got such a fucking—”

“—big?”

“—unimaginably gigantic cock?” The stallion’s hips jerked, salty precum leaking from his tip at an even faster rate.

"So big," the stallion murmured. "So fucking—oh ffffuck!"

With a final jerk of his hips, the stallion came. White spooge spurted from his tip, laying spurt after spurt of thick, ropey cum along Horizon's much more sizable shaft. Horizon grinned, lapping up at the space around the stallion’s plothole before finishing his rimjob and pulling his head back.

The other stallion rolled off of Horizon's chest, one hoof still resting on his dick. "Man," he panted, "you have one monster of a dick."

Horizon grinned and, unsteadily, got back to his hooves.

His balls were throbbing again, churning with need. Once wasn't enough—the need to fuck was still there. Cider sang in his ears, pushing him to fulfill this desire.

It wouldn't be hard. Any more conservative ponies had long since withdrawn, leaving a chaotic orgy of fucking and sex behind. The scent of bodily fluids filled the air—semen, marecum, and sweat tinged with arousal was apparent in every sniff.

He spotted one group in particular and grinned. There.

He recognized the mare instantly: Marigold. Her eyes were concealed behind a blindfold. She sat, kneeling, before a line of stallions. Each had his cock bared, and as Horizon watched, Marigold leaned forward and took one in her mouth. Her lips suckled around the tip, a thin line of saliva dripping down to the floor.

Some of the cocks were long. Some were thick. Others were already dripping precum onto the floor. Horizon licked his lips, a mischievous smirk crossing his face. None of them had anything on him.

As he approached, he could hear Marigold muttering to herself.

“Not too thick, but long, like some kind of diseased stick. Cum tastes like shit, too. Lemme guess—Hoofshoe?”

“Fuck!” The stallion whose cock she’d last been sucking groaned. “How the hell does she do it?”

Marigold smirked beneath her blindfold. “It’s a gift, babe. Which one of you tiny-schlonged bastards is up next?”

Horizon pushed past a few of the other stallions. When one of them shot him a glare in protest, he merely raised a hoof to his lips, nodded down at his throbbing, two-foot member, and winked. The other stallion scowled.

Marigold felt around, one hoof waving blindly through the air. Horizon sat back on his haunches and let his cock rise up toward his chin. Taking Marigold’s hoof, he guided her forward until her lips were just inches away from his flared tip.

“Mm…” Marigold hummed to herself as she poked and prodded the base of his dick. “Nice and firm. And...thick, too? Holy shit, how thick is this guy?”

Her hooves moved up further until they were barely halfway up his throbbing cock. They stopped just above his medial ring, the circle engorged with blood.

Marigold whistled. “Damn—wait. I know who you are, you fucker.”

She ripped her blindfold off amidst a chorus of boos and groans. “Horizon.”

He shot her a grin. “Am I really that easy to guess?”

“Not another stallion in here who compares. Pity. If one of them could stuff my pussy half as well as you could, maybe they’d have an actual chance with me.”

“Hey!” a stallion exclaimed. “Aren’t you going to get to the rest of us?”

“Hush, babe,” Marigold said. “Mommy’s working. I’ll suckle your tiny dick in a moment, so don’t worry—I’ll gulp down every puddle of cum you can leave for me.”

She turned back to Horizon. “It’s not fair to these little colts to have someone like you around. Drop by later, though—I’ll be sure to give you a good time.”

She fluttered her eyelashes, and Horizon felt heat rising in his crotch. “I’m there,” he gasped.

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

With a whip of her hoof, Marigold slapped the blindfold back over her eyes. “Okay, boys,” she announced, “who’s next?”

“Hey, Horizon! Get over here!”

Horizon’s head jerked to look over his shoulder. Standing on the edge of a circle of several other stallions was Blaze, one of his bright red hooves held high. “Come on!”

As Horizon trotted over, his dick slapping his thighs, he realized that the stallions were all standing with their hooves on their dicks—and in the middle of the circle lay yet another stallion, on his back and with his dick pointed straight into the air. Streams of precum leaked from his tip, covering his groin and upper legs.

“What’s going on over here?” Horizon asked.

“This guy’s got some weird fetishes, man,” Blaze said, chuckling. “He wants us to blow our loads all over his face.”

“Doesn’t sound too weird to me,” Horizon said.

The stallion on the floor moaned as a drip of pre leaked onto his face and trailed down his cheek. “Celestia, yes...cover me up. Cum all over me.”

Horizon glanced down at his bobbing cock. His balls churned in response, and a grin flickered onto his face.

“I might be able to help with that,” he murmured, and stepped up, gently pushing two other masturbating stallions aside to make room for his own throbbing member.

His two hooves stroked the sides of his cock—gently, at first, and then faster, harder, the intensity increasing with each passing second. He’d already cum twice tonight, but he already felt ready to burst with seed.

The stallion beside him was panting, hooves working the head of his dick as pre dribbled onto the cum-lover’s hooves. The stallion on the floor shivered in pleasure.

Horizon looked around. Each of the others seemed deep in concentration, focusing on their own pleasure above all else. Horizon bit his lip and grinned. Maybe he could help them out a bit.

His horn flickered green.

The stallion across the circle from him was the first to notice. “Holy shit—my cock’s growing!”

“Mine too,” another breathed. All eyes went to Horizon.

“What?” he asked innocently, his own cock swelling back to a full three feet. Blood rushed through its veins, his balls expanding until his hooves were spread almost painfully far apart. They drooped low toward the ground as his cock grew past his chin, throbbing and churning with seed. His horn, meanwhile, shone a bright, obvious green. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Sure, you aren’t,” one muttered, sounding amazed.

“Oh, f-fuck,” another moaned. He thrust his hips out as his balls reached the size of grapefruits. Thick, ropy spurts of cum shot out from his tip, landing right across the cum-lover’s mouth.

“So good,” the stallion on the floor moaned. He writhed on the ground, opening his mouth to let every rope of spooge land on his tongue. “I—I need it—I need it all—”

Horizon grinned, his head still buzzing from the alcohol earlier. Almost without him realizing it, the glow around his horn intensified—and all over the room, ponies gasped with wonder as their assets and equipment started to swell in size. Mares shuddered with pleasure as their mammaries grew, spilling over their laps and leaking milk over the floor. Stallions all around cried tears of wonder as their cocks grew to a full foot—no, a foot and a half in length, with heavy, churning balls to match.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as a mare, impaled on a stallion’s length, writhed and twisted as a green glow danced beneath her groin.

“It’s...it’s growing!” the mare said, her eyes widening.

“So big,” he could hear the stallion pant. “So fucking—”

“Get it out!” the mare screeched. “Get it out, get it out—I’m going to fucking pop with that thing inside me!”

Horizon chuckled to himself as the stallion sputtered something out in response before jerking backwards. The mare fell to the ground with a grunt, the stallion’s growing cock—now a full foot and a half if it was an inch, with balls to match—smacked up against his chest.

The mare turned back over her shoulder—and her eyes dilated. “Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her voice just barely audible over the din of sex and rutting all around them. “Oh, my.”

She tackled the stallion, already lapping eagerly at the sides of his cock. Horizon snickered and turned to look elsewhere.

Two stallions were sixty-nining alone in a corner—or were doing their best to, at least, finding it hard to suck when they had to lean further back with every stroke, their oversized and growing balls pushing their torsos even further apart on their own. Two mares, just feet away, seemed to be scissoring as though in heat, feverishly grinding their crotches against one another—a task, though, that only grew more difficult with each passing second as their crotchtits swelled to the size of grapefruits and then soccer balls.

Off toward the center of the room, a mare let out a loud moan of pleasure each time she was pounded—from both in front and behind. Two stallions, balancing on their back hooves, had her spitroasted on their swelling cocks. The mare’s ass bounced in the air, her swollen cheeks jiggling and slapping against the stallions’ groaning balls as they thrust into her again and again and again. The sound of wet, slapping flesh and lip-biting grunts filled the air. Horizon could almost see the outline of the rear stallion’s cock bulging through the mare’s stomach, his growing shaft buried balls-deep in her tenderized pussy.

Horizon turned back to his own equipment as his cock hit three and a half feet: a monstrous forty-two inches. He groaned, his hooves speeding up as he masturbated as he’d never masturbate before. The air sang with musk and sweat and pure, unadulterated sex. He could no longer even hope to encircle the entirety of his member; by now, his balls scraped along the floor with each jerk of his hopelessly aroused crotch.

The stallion on the ground beneath him opened his eyes—and found himself face-to-face with Horizon’s gargantuan shaft. His pupils dilated, his jaw dropping as that enormous shadow fell over him.

“Sweet Celestia,” the stallion whispered. “I—”

“Yes?” Horizon murmured through clenched teeth. He was so close—he could feel the pressure building in his balls already.

“You’re going to drench me with your cum,” the stallion said. “I want you to fucking drown me in it. I want—I want to be covered with every single drop and gallon you have to spare. F-f-fuck me, but I do.”

That sent Horizon over the edge.

At least two other stallions seemed to have gotten off to the cum-lover’s worship, but Horizon’s release overshadowed them both.

Horizon’s cock exploded.

Waves of cum washed from his tip, splashing out on the floor and covering the stallion on the ground from head to toe. Spurt after spurt burst from above Horizon’s hips, forcing him backward from sheer inertia, and painting the stallion a thick, creamy white.

The stallion moaned, his own cock contracting and spurting a—much smaller—few ropes of cum itself. “Oh, gosh,” he said, Horizon’s deluge of cum squelching above and beneath him. “Oh, yes.”

“Fuck, Horizon,” Blaze said from beside him. “That is one monstrously huge dick.”

The alcohol’s buzz rose to a fevered pitch. Horizon glanced into Blaze’s eyes, a wild smile creeping across his face.

“Maybe,” he said slowly. “But you know what?”

Blaze blinked. “What?”

“I think it could be even bigger.”

Horizon’s grin spread as his horn lit up once more. A familiar green aura sprang up around his cock, and, beneath Blaze’s stunned expression, Horizon’s package began to grow once more.

Horizon teetered on his hooves, the weight of his massive member pulling him to the ground. He collapsed to all four hooves—and felt a shiver of arousal when he felt the base of his cock touch the wooden floor. His balls throbbed and churned, already having produced another flood of cum. His flared head pushed up beneath his chest, bobbing eagerly as precum dripped uncontrollably onto the floor.

“More,” Horizon grunted. His shaft had passed four and a half feet—an insane fifty-four inches, as long as a pony was tall—and showed no sign of stopping. Five feet. Five and a half—

A shiver went up his spine as he felt his cock push against the ground once more—and then stop in place, pushing up into his stomach as it continued to grow. His veins throbbed, his medial ring rubbing against his chest as his cock grew and grew and grew.

Six feet. Seven feet. Horizon’s body was in the air now, fully supported by his gigantic stallionhood. His hooves waggled helplessly as his cock continued to grow, his balls pushing out behind his legs and swelling up above his back until they felt like they were ready to explode from the volume of cum.

Several other ponies had noticed by this point, some even giving cries of alarm as Horizon’s cock pushed into and toppled a nearby pair of chairs. Horizon, however, was fully caught up in his own pleasure and size—he wanted more. He needed more.

“Bigger,” he grunted. “Bigger. Bigger!” Eight—no, nine feet. Ten feet, now, his balls towering above a normal pony’s head, and with a girth wider than a three barrels stacked. Twelve feet—and a table was crushed beneath his massive meat, unable to bear the immense weight of Horizon’s throbbing, growing stallionhood. Pre leaked from his tip, forming a puddle of cum on the floor as though it were the remnants of a rainstorm—and still, Horizon grew on.

Ponies huddled against the walls as Horizon’s cock swelled further, pushing thirteen—fourteen!—feet. Its radius alone was now taller than a pony in height, and it dominated the vast majority of the bar.

Finally, it stopped at fifteen feet, though whether Horizon’s spell had given out or whether the pleasure of such a monstrous package had made it too difficult to focus made it impossible to say. Horizon was lost in his own size: His shaft filled his vision, his legs stretched wide over his titanic shaft. It was hard to believe that it even belonged to him at this point—if anything, some corner of his mind decided, he belonged to it.

It throbbed powerfully, as intense as though it were a living being in itself. It was the most beautiful thing that Horizon had laid eyes on.

He whimpered. His hooves—his short, stubby hooves—were far too short to even begin to reach a fraction of his length. His balls, though, felt fit to burst, the volume of cum building inside far too much for even his monstrous nuts to contain.

His ear twitched. “Fuck,” he heard, out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, f-fuck, that’s fucking insane.”

“H-help,” Horizon whimpered. He couldn’t even see the speaker—his massive meat filled every inch of his vision. “I—it needs to cum. Please, please help me cum.”

“Oh, Celestia,” somepony whispered—and Horizon jerked as his enormously sensitive shaft registered a slight pressure right above his medial ring. Then he felt two such pressures—hooves, he realized. A pony was using both hooves to masturbate him.

He heard hoofsteps all around him. “Holy shit,” another—a stallion, he thought—breathed. “I just—”

“P-please,” Horizon whispered. “I need to cum.”

He stretched out his hooves, but they waved helplessly in the air, beating senselessly against flesh too large and too mind-blowingly thick to even feel it. It was like a fly nipping at a workhorse, and with every throb of blood through his shaft, he felt his need and desperation grow.

“I need,” he gasped. “I need—”

He could see his cock slowly throbbing, like an animal in a cage, poised and coiled and ready to strike. Each throb lifted him a tiny bit higher off the ground, the churning in his balls reaching angry, swirling heights that he’d never felt before. It almost hurt, the absolute fullness of cum within his balls straining and pushing against his sack’s thick walls.

All around him, the room had gone silent. The orgy, the party, had ground to a complete halt all around him. Those first two hooves barely helped—they weren’t even close to what he needed. A few more careful prods teased his tip, each drawing a whimper from his chest.

“Please,” he begged—Celestia, Luna, anypony who would listen to his prayer. “Please, help me cum. Oh, please, please, please—”

He felt another a soft, moist weight against his ring, two feet wide as it was—somepony was licking at it, nipping his cockflesh gently between their teeth. More quiet murmurs and hoofsteps filled the room. Horizon moaned as he felt the first puddle of precum dripping down the sides of his cock—everypony, it seemed, wanted to investigate this new, enormous masterpiece of a dick.

Wet, meaty smacks filled the air as ponies, driven by nothing more than lust and alcohol, began to throw themselves against the sides of Horizon’s titanic shaft. If Horizon could have seen the looks in their eyes, he would have called them possessed—but as it was, he was incapable of thinking beyond the wall of swollen, throbbing bulk that filled his vision. A new shudder of all-encompassing pleasure shivered up his spine, and he pushed his chest against his base before drawing it back and doing it again. And again.

The pressure came from all sides—ponies, both stallions and mares, vigorously humping his massive tool. The bar was no more than a mess of sweat and sex by now, the throb of the bass overcome only by the grunts and moans of the ponies humping Horizon’s cock. Each reverberation of the speakers set vibrations through the floor, travelling through the earth and masturbating Horizon from below even as the crowd fucked and drooled over its enormous bulk from the sides.

Horizon moaned—and then paused. Some small part of his mind recognized that something wasn’t right. His cock—his swollen, titanic, gargantuan rod—was vibrating, throbbing so hard that the floorboards themselves shook beneath its resonating flesh.

And then he felt it: that unmistakable, building pressure. He could hear the cum in his cart-sized balls, an ocean of spunk churning in their unfathomable depths, swelling beyond containment and straining for release.

His chin was pushed a few inches into the air from its resting position on his base, and Horizon’s eyes widened: He could see a knot forming right beneath his chest, his veins swelling and throbbing as the pressure built. He was ready to burst—no, explode—

Horizon detonated.

With a roar like thunder, a crash like a tsunami, and a groan like an earthquake, a river of cum burst from his cocktip. His urethra—now large enough for a pony’s head to easily fit through—blasted an unending stream of pure white into the air. He thought that he could hear something shatter, something crack, but he paid it no mind. His whole world was white: infinite, white pleasure that burst through his every nerve and organ like wildfire—

—ponies were shouting, yelling, screaming in orgasm as they came with him—

—white light was spilling in from the outside. But wait, some part of Horizon’s mind thought, moonlight can’t come in if there aren’t any windows—

He rode the orgasm out like a bucking bull, cumming and cumming again as he’d never come before. A scream of pure pleasure ripped itself from his throat, rubbing his esophagus raw as he demanded more and more and more and more—

And more came.

The room was painted a thick, creamy white. Everypony inside looked as though they’d been blasted by a snowstorm, with Horizon’s slushy spooge dripping down their faces and entire bodies. His balls churned behind him, slowly deflating as he came wave after wave after wave of spunk. Five minutes passed before he began to feel the flood tapering off.

As the orgasm finished itself off, Horizon felt his mammoth-sized member shrinking beneath him, collapsing, it seemed, under its own weight. His mind was blank, his thoughts unable to even process the sensations that had seemed to pierce to his very soul.

His cock shrunk down further—soon enough, his hooves could once again touch the ground, his balls only slightly taller than his flanks. A long, shuddering sigh shook his body as his softening member bobbed up to smack against his stomach, his nuts twitching as their stores were completely empty of spooge. Thick ropes of cum still trailed from his head and across the floor, reaching toward…

Horizon’s eyes drifted up to the moonlight seeping into the room. “Oh,” he said in a small voice. “I don’t remember there being a window there.”

The timber was cracked, the sides of the fissure painted with white, dripping semen. The hole itself was a good five feet wide, the wood splintered all around it. Horizon’s eyes drifted back down to his cock—and the noticeably huge strand of cum that trailed out of the “window” and out of sight.

“Oh,” he said quietly. His eyes rolled up and, with a final gasp, he passed out.