The young prince closed the book in front of him, satisfied that he had found the spell he'd been looking for. Though only a colt, Prince Blueblood was very mature and knowledgeable for his age, and quite a gifted unicorn already, capable of performing magic equal to that of any grown unicorn stallion. He was eager to test this new spell's effects, already imagining the changes that would soon take place. With a mischievous grin, the prince summoned one of his family's numerous servants, an average-looking pegasus, one who would be easy to subdue with his magic. Blueblood had to be sure the spell would work properly before he used it on any of the larger stallions. The servant trotted into the prince's chambers, wondering what his young master would ask of him. As he passed through the doorway, he heard it slam hard behind him. His master was lounging on his bed, beckoning the servant closer. Blueblood would barely reach his servant's knees if they stood alongside one another, but the respect he commanded was unquestionable. The stallion crept forward, oblivious to what Blueblood had planned.

 The pegasus trembled before his young master, always wary of the colt prince. Something about him made him a little uneasy, not to mention he wasn't exactly the easiest pony to serve. Blueblood grinned as he levitated the key to his bedroom into the lock on the door, the loud click echoing through the room followed by the soft pop of it disappearing completely. The pegasus shot a nervous glance to the door, then back to Blueblood. A single bead of sweat rolled down his brow as he stammered out, "Y-you called, my prince?" Blueblood slowly sat up, rolling off of the bed and walking around his servant, the pegasus not taking his eyes off of him for a second. "Yes. I have found an interesting spell in my studies and I wish to test its effects. I trust you have no objections to being my practice dummy?" The pegasus flapped his wings nervously, fearing the worst. "W-well, I, uh, what k-kind of spell is it?" Blueblood simply chuckled.
"Slap." The pegasus stood motionless, utterly confused. "I said, slap!" Another bead of sweat rolled down the servant's brow as he stammered a response, "E-excuse me, my prince, but what do you mean?" Sighing in disappointment, Blueblood walked to the front of the pegasus and glared at him angrily.

"Do I need to spell it out for you, simpleton?" The pegasus shrank from his master. "Slap! Get out of your sheath and beat yourself against your belly!"

The pegasus' face turned bright red as his master made himself perfectly clear. "Y-young master, I'm not sure that's--"

"Do you dare defy my direct order?" 

Gulping loudly, the pegasus shut his eyes and shivered, his cock slowly beginning to drop out. Blueblood grinned in victory for a moment before moving to his servant's side to watch. Out and out came inches of flesh, pouring slowly from the pegasus' sheath until a foot and a half of mottled pink cock hung beneath him. With a deep breath, it flung upwards and slapped against his belly with a thud before falling back down and swaying side to side. "Don't stop until you're hard." Blueblood barked, smiling wide as he watched what would soon be his show its true size.


The young price looked on with rapt attention as his servant continued to smack his length across his underside, growing slowly as he was not particularly aroused by the situation. Blueblood however was quickly sliding out from his own sheath as his cock, not unimpressive for his age, reached its full size of roughly one foot in length. But it wasn't his servant's swelling stallion flesh that had the young prince so excited, but simply the thought of taking it for his own. Thought a stallion of average build, Blueblood was impressed by his servant's assets. He knew enough about adult ponies to know that the two and a half foot specimen before him was well above the standard size. As his servant's slaps ceased, Blueblood eyed his prize intently, carefully studying every last inch that would soon be his. Climbing back into his massive bed and turning to display his majesty to his humble servant, Blueblood commanded him to step forward. "Let us see how we measure up." The guard nervously climbed into the prince's bed, angling his long thick cock so that it lay roughly parallel to his master's. Blueblood grew impatient. He shoved the servant onto his back, climbing between his rear legs to press their cocks together, his own modest coltcock not even reaching up to the stallion's medial ring. That would soon change, he thought. As Blueblood's horn began to glow, his servant found his limbs growing heavy. He was glued to the spot, unable to move as his tiny master pinned him in place with his magic, their cocks still touching.  He began to feel a tingling in his loins.
With a shuddering gasp the pegasus servant watched as his cock began to faintly glow, the light starting at his base and slowly engulfing his entire shaft. The tingling grew more powerful until there was a strange feeling of something breaking free. The servant exhaled slowly, feeling a little woozy as he felt like he'd just run a marathon in seconds. Despite his sudden lack of energy, his eyes bolted wide open as he watched his cock twitch and begin to shrink. He whimpered feebly, struggling as inches slowly receded into his sheath before disappearing completely. But his struggles stopped dead as he saw Blueblood's erection begin to slowly throb longer. A shiver went up his spine as his young master sucked length and girth from him, each lost inch of his own cock surging out of the prince's sheath. Soon their cocks were roughly equal in size, their flares pressed tightly together.

"Yes! It's working! More, I need more!" Blueblood panted as he watched his cock swell, his mouth hanging open and his heart racing as his deepest desires came true before his very eyes. His face scrunched in concentration as his horn glowed brighter, the transfer of size resuming at a quicker pace. All the excitement made the young prince start drooling pre, his cock leaving an increasingly thicker trail of clear fluid on the weary pegasus's chest as he absorbed more and more of his cock. The young prince's eyes struggled to remain focused as he felt a twinge in his balls followed by an incredible warmth, the pegasus crying out weakly as that too was taken from him. Their flesh pressed together, Blueblood trembled in pleasure as the pegasus groaned, his balls pressed tight to his body by the growing weight of his master's.


Blueblood's cock continued to swell, eventually reaching the former size of his servant's equipment, at which point Blueblood ceased his transfer to look over his work. The formerly impressive cock of his servant was shrunken and shrivelled to Blueblood's own former colt size, now laughably tiny on the larger pony's frame. Meanwhile Blueblood's majestic dick looked massive on his small form, utterly dwarfing the stallion's. "I guess it works after all" he said, as the glow returned to his horn. The servant looked down to see his shrunken cock receding further as Blueblood's enormity crept up toward his chest. He felt his master's huge balls swelling to cover his own, his tiny dick disappearing underneath his master's massive sack as Blueblood drained all but the last inch from his servant. Finally finished, Blueblood moved his now-colossal dick off to the side to see the shrivelled remains of his servant's stallionhood, so small now it would have looked embarassing on a newborn foal. Meanwhile his own three and a half foot erection was now aching with need as the prince's heavy balls began to churn with fresh seed. But his release could wait, thought the prince, as he unbound the stallion before climbing off of him to gently stroke his acquisition with one hoof. "I want you to go fetch me another stallion. The most hung stallion in the castle. I want you to bring him to me, and then I want you to watch. And then you may have the honor of pleasuring me."
The moment he was unbound, the pegasus turned his head to stare at his young master's erection. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen before. The sheer size of that cock on a colt's frame made it look impossibly huge and were he still capable, his single inch of cock would be rock hard at the sight of it. He shook his head as his glorious master spoke to him, trying to focus on hearing his order over simply ogling that magnificent cock. As he struggled to his hooves, he heard the click of the door unlocking and creaking open. With alarming alacrity, he soared out of the bedroom. His mind was racing, trying to think of the biggest cock he could find, eager to watch his prince swell even larger and get his chance to put his mouth to work pleasing that monster of a cock.

Back in his room, Blueblood walked to his full length mirror, giggling with glee as he felt his weighty cock bob and sway beneath him. Standing sideways, he gasped as he saw just how preposterously big his cock was on his small frame. The dripping flare bobbed in front of his entire body, his cock slung between his front legs throbbing with need. Behind him, his balls felt like a pair of lead weights in his sac, the swollen orbs pulsing and churning as they worked to produce his viscous load. Smiling, he grunted as he tried his best to slap but was left disappointed. Instead of a heavy thud, his cock was far too large and heavy for him to do more than simply cause it to swing up and down beneath him. Scowling into the mirror, he stamped his front hoof in frustration until an incredible idea came to him. What if he did more than drain equipment? Just as his plan finished forming in his mind, he heard an impatient rapping on his bedroom door.

Blueblood lept onto his bed, nearly tripping over his own humongous dick as the magically flung the door open just as he'd managed to conceal his disproportionate package with a  thick sheet. Almost as if in answer to his inner musings, in walked the largest stallion Blueblood had ever seen before, fully three heads taller than the servant that meekly followed behind. Blueblood could see between his legs that even his sheath was massive, his pendulous balls swinging, larger even than the prince's. He was desperate to see what he'd be working with here. "My master has summoned me?" the stallion boomed. He had a voice that would have commanded respect from any pony except the prince, deep and powerful. Blueblood shut and locked the door once more as he sized up his next meal. "Your prince would like to see your assetts," Blueblood said, as he gestured between the stallion's legs. "Sir, I--" "Did I fail to make myself clear? I order you to erect yourself in front of me this instant. And when he has finished I want you to measure him" Blueblood commanded as a cloth tape measure levitated itself in front of the already drained servant. Unsure what purpose this served, the larger stallion began to unsheath himself, plentiful inches of cock sliding out from between his legs as he began to slap the thick length against himself with incredible force, sounding almost like hammering. Blueblood caught himself drooling as the stallion's erection rose up to its full size, huge beyond his imagining, the giant servant not even breaking a sweat as his powerful muscles twitched beneath his skin. Finally at full mast, the smaller servant held up the cloth strip and bent his head down slightly to lay it over the top of the enormous horsedick. From sheath to tip, the unbelievable dick stretched out to an incredible four feet long. As the smaller servant read the results, he caught a glimpse of powerful envy in the prince's eyes before he regained his composure. No need for such thoughts, Blueblood told himself. Soon it will all be yours. And after you've taken every last inch of that incredible cock for your own, then perhaps you'll relieve that guard of all that unnecessary bulk.
The colt's horn glowed as the door to his room shut once more. He smiled at his latest victim as he calmly asked, "Tell me, you are one of my servants, correct?" "Yes, my prince," the stallion boomed.

"And as one of my servants, are you not bound to do as I command?" Blueblood's mouth drew up slowly into a grin. "I am, my prince."

"You are to follow my orders without question?"

"Without question." Blueblood's grin grew wider.

"Excellent. Then I have but one order for you. Remain still."

The stallion froze in his place. Even as Blueblood stood up, his three feet of cock lifting the sheet in front of him, the stallion did not move. Even as the prince pulled the sheet aside and strolled up to stand beside him, the stallion did not budge. Even as his young master's horn began to glow and he felt his cock began to tingle and glow, the stallion did not waver. He had his orders and was honor bound to carry them out. Blueblood could not contain himself as he felt the massive stallion's length and girth flow into him, his flare surging in size as the sheer weight of his own cock caused it to droop downwards beneath him. He moaned and gasped as he watched his tip edge closer and closer until it finally passed the receding servant's, laughing gleefully as he pushed towards four feet of impossibly hard dick. When the spell began to shift backwards to his balls he cried out in pleasure, his knees wobbling precariously as the servant's swollen testes began to shrink and his own ballooned in size. "P-pegasus! Carry meee!" Blueblood's legs gave out just as his first target rushed to his aid, grabbing the prince and holding him under his front legs, his cock bobbing and swaying, bumping into the stallion next to him as the young colt fought to not be overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure of his growth.

At a colossal five feet of cock, Blueblood panted loudly, his servant's flare now where his medial ring previously hung. The stallion remained steadfast, motionless save for his shrinking erection as his master pulled the final inches from him. Soon his once-proud four feet of mare-destroying might was a puny inch of limp flesh and his previously pendulous ponynuts were naught but raisins hiding in a shriveled lump between his legs. Blueblood gasped as his seven-foot monster lurched and gushed a thick spurt of pre, dwarfing the size of most stallions' first spurts of cum. He clenched his eyes and tried to focus as his horn flared brilliantly. As the glow settled onto the huge stallion he drained, something incredible happened. His servant failed to obey his one command as his knees began to buckle.

The stallion quivered as he felt a growing weight begin to settle over his entire form, realizing that it was the weight of his own bulk as his strength began to seep out of him. The prince concentrated, feeling the huge stallion's powerful muscles with his magic, pulling at them, pulling them into himself. His small form began to swell,  filling itself with stolen muscle, making him look like a miniature version of the stallion in front of him. It wasn't enough. The prince began to siphon his strength more quickly, powerful groin muscles lifting the pendulous seven foot dick up horizontally, spanning the tall stallion's belly as it pressed against his own shriveled cock. Blueblood felt the weight of his own majesty lift as his body swelled. Then a sudden drop made him lose control, his growth stopping for a moment as he simply became too heavy for the smaller stallion to hold anymore. "Useless cur!" he snarled," his horn glowing again as the smaller servant felt his body begin to tingle, his master resuming his draining spell on him now. He looked to see his limbs grow thinner, his shoulders draw in tighter, his flank shrink as Blueblood devoured his masculinity, leaving him a lanky, effeminate stallion who could almost be mistaken for a colt except for his height. Returning his attention to the larger stallion, who despite everything had kept as still as he could, Blueblood drank in his power, his small body now looking far, far too massive for his height. Blueblood slightly corrected this, pulling yet more bulk from the shrinking servant, this time adding on several inches to his height, still shorter than his servants by a head but now looking more like a young stallion rather than the colt of five years he truly was. He drew power from his servant until he too looked like a tall, skinny beanpole, no trace of the powerful muscle that had adorned his frame earlier, ever ounce having been yielded to his master. Blueblood was eager to test his newfound strength. He commanded the smaller stallion to climb atop him, laughing as he nervously decided whether this was a wise idea before reluctantly clambering onto his master's back. Blueblood could feel his touch, but the weight was almost nonexistent. With a laugh, he bucked hard, throwing the skinny stallion into the air, aiming to catch him on the exposed front end of his colossal dick. The skinny stallion smacked into what felt like a steel pole, the huge cock swaying a bit from the impact, but barely dipping at all from the stallion's weight. With another laugh he shook his mighty cock and flung the stallion off. "You," he gestured to the taller guard. "I want you to go find me more stallions. Strong, hung, or both. Just bring them to me. You," he indicated to the pony lying on the floor. "It's time for you to receive your first reward." Blueblood thrust the head of his cock into the stallion's face, copious pre dripping onto the floor as the other stallion left them alone.


Overwhelmed by lust, the pegasus threw himself at his master's mammoth cock, lapping at the head and shuddering at the taste of his pre. He brought his forehooves up to stroke as much of the length as he could, moaning and praising his prince as he paid worship to his erection. With a grunt of frustration, Blueblood stamped his hoof again, the pegasus cowering as the powerful stomp rang out like a gunshot. "You call that pleasing your master?" Scowling, he slammed the pegasus' face against his flare, roughly grinding him against his flesh. His face growing angrier at his servant's failure to grasp his intention, he barked at him, booming "Open up, you sniveling moron!" The pegasus felt his jaw yank open as Blueblood mashed his flare into his servant's mouth, grunting as his swollen flesh simply could not fit. Groaning with rage, he flung the pegasus aside, the sight of him hitting the far wall and stumbling to his hooves making the young colt feel a little bit better. "If you can't take my length with your mouth, what good are you to me?"

The pegasus pleaded with his master, "Let me try, my prince! I live only to serve your co--serve you!" Raising a single eyebrow, the prince watched as his servant floated over to his erection and gently lay down atop it. Gripping it tightly with his legs and using his wings to keep steady, he nuzzled at the tip and began to lick and lap away at the prince's erection. As he lavished praise on the rightful owner of his length with his mouth he began to squirm and slide his body against the throbbing erection, earning a groan of approval from Blueblood. "Perhaps nngh, perhaps you are useful to me after all." The prince closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his pegasus servant grinding and worshipping him with his body. He began to pant and moan as the pegasus began to slide up and down slowly before letting go and flying off of him. Opening his eyes, Blueblood was about to demand an explanation as he saw the pegasus lie in front of his throbbing cock and gently tease him with his back hooves, a fat jet of pre splattering all over his body. Watching intently, the prince remained silent as the now-slick pegasus returned to his previous position, his lubricated body allowing him to slide and grind much more easily along the colt's length. The sensation made Blueblood shudder, the servant's warm, slick flesh feeling heavenly as it stroked his cock. He closed his eyes again and smiled, his breathing growing shallow as the pegasus pleasured his master.

Looking off to the side as best he could, the servant stared at the mirror before them, watching in awe as he saw his gangly form grind and slurp at the monster cock below him. Sliding forward he could see his prince's face, and the expression of bliss he wore made the pegasus' heart soar. He redoubled his efforts, moaning and heaping praise on his master, telling him how big and strong he was and how his magnificent cock was surely the best in the kingdom, enough to make mares go into heat at the mere sight of it and make stallions leap at the chance to serve him. His praise grew desperate as he lost himself in pleasing his master, moaning out between kisses and licks how he wanted nothing more in the world than to spend the rest of his life as his prince's personal cockslave, to bring him to climax over and over and serve his every whim. The pegasus' honeyed words hit Blueblood in his most sensitive pleasure point - his ego. Groaning and thrusting forward slightly, the colt began to grunt and gasp as his swollen balls churned and clenched, boiling with thick semen.

Sensing the impending climax, the pegasus slipped forward, resuming his original position of lapping and rubbing his master's distended flare, begging him to unload and let use his body as his personal cumrag. With a mighty roar, Blueblood felt his world collapse to nothing but his mammoth testes, the two fat orbs slamming upwards and clenching tight as they pumped gallons of seed through his body towards his cock. He felt every last dollop of semen build and swell within him, slowly rising up his seven feet of cock like magma in a volcano. His girth bloated thicker as his viscous spunk welled up inside it, the wave of seed slowly crawling past his medial ring. All at once he felt everything pull tight, the glue-like semen rushing outwards in a ball of pressure. It rippled through his cock at frightening speed, though to his pleasure-soaked mind it took an eternity.

The pegasus was knocked backwards as the cannon of cum hit him full force in the face, sliding several feet before landing flat on his back. Thick semen splattered everywhere, soaking him to the bone in an instant and caking thickly on his body. Rope after rope poured out of Blueblood as he howled with pleasure, the pegasus nearly glued to the floor by the gelatinous, creamy semen geysering from the prince's seven foot monster. Several minutes passed as Blueblood's titanic testes churned and clenched, pumping gallon after gallon of mayonnaise-thick sperm out through his stretched cock.


As the stunned stallion lay drenched in several inches of thick, gooey cream, the door swung open once more, the skinny servant from before shuffling in with two more large ponies in tow, each somewhere in between his own former size and that of the first servant. Their eyes went wide as they saw the spectacle laid out before them, their colt master packed with dense muscle and sporting a yards-long erection, and some poor soul covered in what looks like a month's supply of stallion jizz. Blueblood wasted no time. The door was shut and locked before they could even budge, and the powerful prince sauntered over to them. "Your prince has need of you. Your bodies. Your cocks. I wish to increase my grandeur further, and I require contributions from the two of you to do so. As your master it is only right for me to claim what is mine. Do you agree?" The stallions stood dumbfounded before one of them slowly began to nod, his attention focused on the colossal pole pushing out from between Blueblood's front legs, his own cock beginning to stiffen at the sight. The other said nothing. Blueblood decided to have some fun with him. "How about this then?" The prince floated the door key over to his bed, setting it on the edge. "If you wish to leave, simply take the key and go." The stallion hesitated, looking back and forth from the key to his enormous, though still fairly short master, sizing him up. He took a step toward the key, Blueblood matching him. He seemed to want the stallion to have a go at him. Wavering, the stallion finally lunged forward, attempting to shove Blueblood out of the way and grab the key. Instead he slammed into the brick wall of his master's form, the prince laughing as the stallion impacted him and stumbled back. He hadn't budged an inch. The stallion made another attempt. Blueblood simply placed his powerful body in the way once more, the taller pony failing to overpower his dense form. Blueblood wasn't even fighting back. His body was simply an impenetrable barrier. The stallion attempted to leap off to the side. Blueblood swung his cock around, tripping the stallion who crashed against the bed, knocking the key off onto the floor. Blueblood smashed his hoof down, the metal key crushed into the floor, broken and flattened. He waved his enormous cock at the defeated stallion, ordering him to start licking and not to stop until Blueblood had taken every ounce of his masculinity along with that of the other stallion, whom he ordered to attend to his balls. Seeing the tallest stallion standing off to the side licking Blueblood's first victim clean, he ordered the two to run and fetch the entire remaining serving staff. Realizing they couldn't force the locked door open, Blueblood stepped away from his two newest supplicants, giving a "gentle" shove that sent the door flying out of the frame in splinters as he mocked the other two for not being able to open it themselves. They quickly ran out to round up the last few servants as Blueblood returned to his present meal.


The eager stallion pressed his face against Blueblood's colossal balls, nuzzling against them for a moment as he lost himself in the musk pouring off of them. His own cock began to slap reflexively against his belly as he began to lick and lap at his masters heated sac. The other servant sighed in defeat and reluctantly began to lap at Blueblood's mammoth flare, the taste of his pre and smell of his seed pulling him out of his sheath against his better judgement. Blueblood smiled smugly, his horn glowing as he prepared to take his next two cocks. Both servants whined and shuddered as they felt the spell take hold, the colt's growing experience with this particular magic hastening its effects. The one lapping at his balls cried out as he felt his cock retreat a full three inches in the blink of an eye, throwing himself into his prince's swollen testes with renewed lust as he tried his best to feel out the conduit between their bodies and force more of himself through it. Blueblood gasped and sighed as he felt his cock surge larger, the sensation of growing stronger and more masculine intoxicating. Inches piled onto him from all sides, his legs growing thicker as his skin grew taut around cords of powerful muscle, his cock gaining in both length and girth as the tip belched out thicker and thicker globs of slippery pre, his balls slowly descending towards the floor as they gurgled and churned audibly, and his entire frame swelling taller. The servant lapping at his flare had to walk forwards to follow it as it grew out into the room, Blueblood taking a few steps backwards as it began to draw near the opposite wall.

Both servants trembled as they felt their medial rings retract into their sheathes, their cocks decimated in minutes and their balls feeling like they had yet to drop as their limbs withered and grew spindly. Soon they shared the second servant's fate of looking to be simply very tall colts as Blueblood grew larger than the average stallion. "Yes... more. I need more! I must be bigger!" As if on cue, the servants returned with a trio of stunned stallions. The pegasus squeaked and his legs shook, were he able he would be spurting hard but his drained cock couldn't even sustain an erection, let alone his miniscule balls produce even a drop of seed. Instead, Blueblood pulled his three new victims against his growing erection, gloating as he extended his magic to their bodies, "Your cocks and muscles are mine, slaves! Every last inch is rightfully mine and I'm taking what I deserve, what I've always deserved! Now take your place at my length and balls and worship your master!" Having no choice, the most reluctant of the three gave up silently as the other two dove at the monster erection before them. All three put their mouths and bodies to work as their prince continued his boasting, drowning out the feeble praise from the gangly stallion still grinding himself against his churning testes. "That's it, use your whole body to please me. That's your true place, nothing but my personal cock pleasers! All you're good for is feebly pushing me towards my magnificent climax and drowning yourself in my glorious semen! Worship your prince, nay your King!"

The new blood wailed and shuddered as they felt their cocks retract almost as fast as they spilled out at the sight of their master, their balls similarly pulling upwards until they vanished completely. As their bulk and size was drained they groaned and nearly collapsed before recovering enough to clamber back atop his mighty erection and grind mindlessly in servitude. His two servants returned with another batch of four just as Blueblood's length grew too long for the three lapping and humping at him to cover. Seven feet was now seven yards, and his balls had long since grown to rest against the ground despite his dizzying increase in height. The colt was forced to lower his head to avoid bashing it into the ceiling, his gloating growing more intermittent as the surges of pleasure from his servants worshipping him began to get to him. As the next batch took up their places he cried out in ecstasy as his shoulders and back pressed hard into the ceiling tiles, his musclebound legs bending as the room seemed to shrink around him. The flare of his cock began to press into the far wall, the servant attending it pinned in place, his legs flailing to please his master even as his body was held fast. With a roar, Blueblood pulled hard on his new servants, their bodies withering and their cocks reeling back into their bodies as he threw his head backwards and reared up. The building cracked and shattered around him, debris and rock sent flying as his room exploded. 

Ponies all around the castle looked up in shock as the five year old Blueblood was now a titan of pony masculinity. Standing nearly twenty feet tall at the hip, the new king crashed back down onto all four hooves with an earth-shattering slam. The floor of his ruined bedroom cracked beneath his mighty hooves as the shockwave sent rocks flying. Beneath his gargantuan body lay his immense erection, his medial ring hanging far out in front of his front legs, his yards-thick erection dotted with colt-like stallions writhing desperately in an attempt to get him to cum. From bulging sheath to fifteen-foot flare, his cock was an incredible twenty yards long. His balls forced his back legs into a wide stance, each impossible boulder-sized testicle large enough to nearly press against his belly while still resting on the ground. Both sported their own loving slave mindlessly singing their king's praises as they squirmed and rubbed as much flesh as they could. The colt's body bulged with perfect musculature, a bodybuilder's dream as his glistening muscles shone with sweat in the midday sun. And as the castle bore witness, Blueblood felt himself push past the point of no return. His grin grew wide as his jaw went slack, his head tilting backwards as he bellowed his roar of climax, his eyes clenching tight as his massive testes slammed tight against his groin.

His two ball worshippers were pinned against his body, squealing with pleasure and squirming as best they could to continue to pleasure their master even as they felt the heaving orbs pressed tight to their bodies rumble with impossible volumes of semen. Again, Blueblood's world became his massive testes and titanic erection, unconsciously continuing to moan loudly as he felt the surge of seed rush faster up his length. Like dominoes toppling one after the other, his servants were sent soaring into the air as the bulge of gelatinous spunk rocketed forwards. The lucky stallions clinging to his ten-yard swollen flare scrambled as best they could towards his gaping slit only to be flung outwards as it yawned open yards wide and the nearly solid wall of cum barreled into them and sent them flying. Like a thick noodle being pressed through a die, a continuous rope of sperm flung out of his erection, crashing through several walls and buildings before showing any signs of slowing or breaking up. Like an impossible fire hose his cock just kept gushing, the belly of his swollen erection rumbling ominously as hundreds of gallons of cum rushed through it. As his flood finally crashed into the ground, it spread outward in a forty-foot tall tidal wave of destruction, leveling buildings and flooding streets in custard-like semen so virile and musky it left mares trembling and winking in climax and stallions spraying their bellies and the surrounding area with their own semen at the merest whiff.

Hours passed as Blueblood claimed rule over his new kingdom, the king of all he surveyed looking out through a haze of lust as his cock continued to erupt non-stop. He could feel every stallion touched by his semen quiver and collapse, their bodies shrinking and withering as they fueled their king. And rightly so - their ruler demanded ownership of the most magnificent erection the world had ever seen, and his will was law. Those on the outskirts of ground zero bowed down in praise, stallions flinging themselves into the lakes of musky seed and swimming as best they could towards their ruler, extolling his virtues as they willingly sacrificed their masculinity to their lord and master. Those capable of reaching him would be granted the honor of eternal servitude, putting their weakened bodies to use by pleasing their master as best they could before his next orgasm sent them soaring back into the lakes of his semen.

Canterlot's new king shuddered and gushed harder as his body swelled with each new offering. Now a staggering thirty-yards tall at the shoulder, the colt of five's booming voice was enough to paralyze ponies in fear should any dare resist him. His godlike physique was breathtaking, his musculature perfectly chiseled and as hard as diamond, yet agile enough for impossibly dexterous movement. Nearly six hundred feet of cock stretched out before him, the fifteen-yard girth perfectly stretching from his impeccable abdominal muscles to the ground below as his medial ring rested right on the crest of Canterlot's overlook of the greater Ponyville area. His ring added three yards to his thickness as his flare was more than double his girth, forty yards of throbbing flesh permanently engorged. When his harem of worshipers pushed him to climax, his hooves would lift off of the ground as his cock swelled to nearly one and a half times its normal, constantly-erect size from the near endless torrent of semen pouring through it. His balls churned loudly day and night, working at an impossible pace to fuel his days long climaxes. Each gargantuan testicle was taller than his rump was at an incredible one hundred feet, having long since crushed the castle to rubble underneath its sheer mass. They radiated heat and musk so strong that only the most devoted of his subjects could even get close enough to pleasure them directly, the rest collapsing in a heap of mindless orgasm. Having conquered all he could see, he stood triumphant as a paragon of pony masculinity, the raw power of every male pony for miles coursing through him. None could match his might, not even the ancient wyrms slumbering in their mountain lairs. Every creature that knew of him bowed to his majesty, the King of Equestria.