Rewritten by ReadingRainbow
Soarin was a wonderbolt. A peculiar one to say the least. While most wonderbolts burned calories during flight practice, Soarin burned them in the shower. Or at home. Or anywhere else. It wasn't that he was the most well endowed stallion in the history of the wonderbolts, which he was, but it turned out to be more of a problem than a blessing. Sometimes, size can matter, especially when its a big problem. It is also a wonderful reminder not to piss off the lord of disharmony when he hasn't had his morning tea, as curses are his favourite after all.
But that was a long time ago, and Soarin had dealt well with it. There were a few minor incidents, but nothing that he had not been able to handle. And now, the rainy season was coming, which meant Soarin was in charge of reviewing the water reservoirs in equestria. If the earth ponies expected crops, they would need enough water to irrigate the fields properly, which was achieved by a tornado made of pegasi, the only way to properly lift that much moisture in one go. And so, he had flown off, not knowing the situation to come.
Halfway through his trip, He began riding a pleasantly warm thermal towards Ponyville, and it seemed that what felt good on the fur of his muzzle also felt good for...other things as well. It wasnt long before he could feel his cock straining against the tight fabric of his flightsuit. shivers ran down his spine with growing intensity, as if some sort of ethereal energy was feeding his erection. Soarin panted as another tremor shook his body, his pulsating member ripping its way through his suit. Landing on a nearby cloud, he immediately got to work. With every second that his stallionhood went unattended, it grew another few inches, adding pound after pound of heavy stallion meat to his figure. Pegasus ponies flew through magic, not physical wingpower, but there was definitely a limit to how much cock even a Wonderbolt could carry in flight.
Soarin’ moaned as the orgasm hit. One hoof ran up and down his monstrous two-foot shaft, rubbing his bulging medial ring as hard as it could. The other massaged his enormous ballsack. At first, he could only imagine the oceans of hot, stallion cum that lay in their depths just waiting to burst out - and then, as the first wave hit his throat, he didn’t have to imagine.
He pulled his mouth off with a wet pop, sputtering as cum clogged his mouth and throat alike. Another pony might have tried to swallow it all, but Soarin’ knew that if he swallowed every drop of seed his overproductive balls made, let alone every gallon, he would never even make it off the ground.
Most of the rest of the orgasm fell onto the cloud, changing it from a whispy color to a solid milky white. The rest of it either had landed in Soarin’s mane, or had fallen to the earth below to give some unlucky pony a warm, sticky shower.
It looked like his 'attention' had gained some positive effect though, as his stallionhood was down to around sixteen inches long. It was still big, but manageable, while his ballsack was the size of a pair of grapefruits. Soarin didn’t take the time to bask in the afterglow, as He could already feel his 'emptied' balls swelling up again with seed, and he had a schedule to keep.
Leaping off the cloud, he flew as fast as he could, with the wind whipping at his now two-foot package as it bobbed and bounced beneath him. Within two minutes, though, sweat was running down his face from exertion. He could almost hear his gargantuan balls, approaching the size of watermelons, churning with cum beneath him. He could feel the immense pressure of a growing ocean of cum lapping up against the confining volume of his enormous ballsack. Meanwhile, his originally two-foot cock hadn’t wasted a single second, and had already swollen up to three and a half feet, leaking more and more precum all the while.
Once again panting rapidly, he glanced around for a cloud. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. But there, in the distance, was the relief he sought. His wings flapped harder than they had ever flapped before, struggling to keep him and his rapidly growing shaft aloft. In the final throes of desperation, Soarin’ flipped into the third position of the Dazzling Diamond Dive, flying forward on his back, his belly up toward the sky. His wings somehow managed to propel him forward as he desperately sucked on his growing shaft, his hooves pumping at its sides like they’d never pumped before. He came again and again, each time coming up for a gasp of air as a shower of precum burst from his tip. Each time, his package stopped growing for a little while, and sometimes even shrunk down a bit, but it was never long before he felt the pressure growing in his balls again, his shaft throbbing as more and more cum filled up his balls to bursting. Chancing a glance, lest his member be further unattended, he realized he was nearly to the cloud.
Come on, he told himself, grunting around his swelling and throbbing head, his jaw cracking around its impossible size. His incredible nuts must have been the size of beanbag chairs at this point, and were dragging him down at least an inch every second with their huge weight. His wings were working overtime, but would he make it? "Just a little further," he thought. "Just a little longer!"
“Aaahhh!” he cried out, hitting the cloud with a bump, a roll, and a final orgasm. A geyser of cum surged from his tip, actually pushing the cloud, luckily a firmer, wider specimen than the last one, down a few inches in the air with its force. Soarin’ panted as his seed showered back down on him, his melon-sized nuts shuddering as they spurted out rope after rope of thick, warm spooge into the air, finally stopping in growth as well. He rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his 6 foot penis directly into the center of the cloud. Each shot of cum filled the space beneath, absorbing into the cloud as its surface became a bit sticky to the touch. Soarin could barely keep a straight face, moaning in ecstasy as the cloud below him began to expand outwards, growing larger with each passing second. It was at this moment that he realized his mistake. The growing pressure of the cloud container was causing a pleasure feedback. The more he came, the greater the pressure, the greater the pleasure. He could feel his balls start to churn once more, as his shaft began to expand wider and longer. At this point, his flightsuit had been ruined, stained white and ripped to shreds.
His balls pulsed, slowly turning into a pair of boulders in their own right, Soarin's hind legs being pushed upwards from the gain in size. Gallons upon gallons of jizz were practically pumping into the cloud now, stretching his urethra to its limit. The pressure didnt let up, as the cloud had turned into a sticky mousetrap, forming a perfect seal around Soarin's monstrous cock. There was no turning back now, as the cloud was quickly outgrowing the other clouds in the sky. High winds began to push the cloud over ponyville, many of the citizens paying it no mind since it was so high up. A few pegasi noticed, but shrugged it off, since they were not on the weather team, and none of them knew the schedule for the clouds.
Soarin on the otherhoof, had lost all control. He tried uselessly to thrust into the cloud, his member having grown to be 17 feet in length, and 4 feet in girth, as his each of his testicles had almost reached the size of moving truck. The cloud was huge, and still growing, as hundreds of gallons pumped into it every second. Pleasure had long since overwhelmed the poor wonderbolt, and it almost seemed that he was reaching a climax, as far away as it was, his moans slowly turning into cries of lust. His genetalia showed no signs of slowing their insane growth, and the pressure could only increase his production. Each shot of jism created a low pulsating sound, the power of each ejaculation sending vibrations through Soarin and the cloud, gaining strength with each push of the yet increasing flow. He was fucked, the cloud was fucked, and so were the inhabitants of the innocent town below.
"Thanks Pinkie! I'll bring it back later!" Said a certain yellow pegasus, carrying a small toolchest on the top of her back, carefully balancing it with her wings. She smiled, closed her eyes, and breathed in the warm summer air. And the air smelled a bit salty. Fluttershy wrinkled her nose a bit, the smell oddly appealing, before trotting off to fix the sink in her cottage, a dark shadow spreading ominously over the town behind her. Ponies had gone on with their business, assuming that the weatherteam was putting the cloud together for a storm later that night, but there wasn't going to be a storm at this point. Soarin was reaching his peak, and the seal around his cock had grown ever tighter. The pressure was immense, and the warmth of the literal ocean of cum against his balls was like a furnace. His cock had to be around 25 feet in length at this point, the flaring tip spreading wider with each pulse and push of the river of spooge coming from it. His balls churned with a loud hum, straining to contain the amount of ejaculate they were producing, as the cloud finally covered all of ponyville with its immense and weighted shadow.
And finally, the pressure was too much for Soarin. His gargantuan package still growing, his orgasm began swelling to a height he had never reached before. Cum blasted from his swelling testicles, rushing through his cock which throbbed like the heartbeat of an ursa major, causing the cloud to visibly expand as if it was exploding, tonnes of spooge filling its interior and adding to its material. The cloud began to leak, white drops beginning to fall on the populace, causing them to start wondering just what was happening with the strange weather above. As the torrent of jizz began to rain down upon them, the inhabitants of ponyville began to scream, (as they often did no matter what the tragedy about to befall them was) blindly running into each other in a desperate attempt to escape their impending doom. Soarin was at his limit, or so he thought, as his package made one final surge, emptying his massive balls into the cloud. At that moment, the cloud broke, releasing such a torrent of spooge that it was like pouring an ocean of milk into one small drinking glass.
The white flood cascaded down onto the town hall, dispersing into the town square and quickly filling it. Spooge rained down like any other summer storm, as the flash flood of jizz rushed through the streets, sweeping up ponies and griffins alike, picking up anything in its path. Windows broke, and houses filled with the gooey substance, the inhabitants of the homes literally having to swim to their upper floors to escape certain death. The townhall had been destroyed at this point, and the houses at the edge of the square were not faring well either, as the flood appeared to have no end. The rivers of spooge had long since reached the outskirts of ponyville, and were lapping at the edges of Sweet Apple Acres, the town having been turned into Equestrias newest lake. Soarin was not faring well, as his orgasm from before had caused each of his balls to be at least 30 feet across, his cock almost 60 feet long itself, the flare sticking out like a sore thumb. His jizz had caused the cloud to continue growing even though it was releasing so much at such a fast pace, and the only thing his mind was capable of was pure bliss.
And then, at his highest point, his orgasm peaked, and his balls finally emptied themselves of their immense load, slowly but surely shrinking as they did, Soarin only able to scream with lust. The town was white now, many of the homes destroyed completely, and even Princess Twilights Tree-like castle was not safe from being disgraced, as ropes of jizz hung from its branches like jungle vines. As Soarin's balls finally emptied, finally allowing him to bask in the afterglow, his cock too began to lose its size, slowly pulling out of the still sticky cloud that was also diminishing rapidly. The citizens of ponyville had all but seemingly vanished under the now still sea of horse-cum, and cries blaming a certain draconequus could be heard. The cloud finally returned to its original state, Soarin's cock no longer spurting its load, becoming more and more flaccid with each passing second. His balls had stopped shrinking at the size of watermelons, as his cock slowly slowed its journey as well, gradually stopping at a little over 3 feet long, and a good 8 inches wide. Pegasi who had managed to not get carried away and ground by the river of ejaculate had begun to fly around looking for a culprit, so Soarin jumped off the cloud and even though he had been tired out from his 'session', he began flapping his way back to cloudsdale, his genitalia doing their best impression of a windsock. Once he was far enough away, Soarin took a deep breath and glanced down at his package. “Welp,” he said, swallowing shakily. “Let’s hope that’s over.”
His limp cock twitched. Whether it was in jest or promise, Soarin couldn’t possibly tell.
Author's Note
Soarin...thats not how cloud seeding is supposed to work.
*frustrated sighing*
(NSFW WARNING)
Driven by: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9231327/
and heavily inspired by: Clop Drabbles
Submitted with Megapones approval of course.
