Denclop's Return

A lone figure, Big Macintosh, walked up to Zecora’s shack. The stallion never usually traveled alone; but Applejack had sudden orders she had to deliver on that day, and Applejack and he had promised Zecora they could make it today when they had met yesterday, so he had headed in alone. Zecora’s shack wasn’t too far in, and Big Mac knew the way, having visited before many times to deliver apples when Zecora was either sick or too busy to get them herself.

Big Mac knocked on the door, which was soon after opened by Zecora. “Hello stallion of red, yellow and green; thank you very much for helping me clean!” Zecora said cheerfully to Big Macintosh, and then stepped out of the way to let the earth pony inside.

“You alone to help I had not expected, where is your family and those others to you so connected?”

The earth pony simply shrugged and said “Busy.”

Zecora decided not to push for more information, as Big Macintosh was surely strong enough to help her even on his own. “Ah, I see. Well, to work, shall we?” Zecora said, guiding Big Macintosh to the cellar.

“Eeyup.” said Big Macintosh, following her down the stairs.

“Be careful, for in here you will see; things most extraordinary. Be careful not to drink or touch; anything that looks unsafe as such. Old containers, boxes and bottles I need you to clean; for this room is cluttered and quite a scene. Put them here, in this place; and later I will take them to an outside space.” Zecora said, pointing to a corner.

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh responded, as Zecora headed up the stairs. Zecora remembered something she wanted to tell Big Macintosh;  she turned around to see Big Mac with his flank and tail high in the air, sorting through a box, and leaving everything on display.

Zecora stared, seeing his large, red ballsack and sheathe hanging low because of the heat. His two testicles were quite obvious in his thin-stretched sack; their form almost twice the size of large chicken eggs, likely larger than normal given it was breeding season. His sheathe was at least one-and-a-half feet long, concealing what Zecora thought must be a monster of a member. Zecora blushed at her uncommonly lewd thoughts. She turned away and quickly made her exit, quite flushed from what she’d seen.

Big Macintosh continued rummaging through the box, oblivious to Zecora’s viewing, Coming up with a couple of empty potion bottles in his mouth; he proceeded to place them in the corner where Zecora had told him to, he then shrugged and threw the box there too. Satisfied he had cleaned that area, he moved on to another room. This room was partially covered by a piece of hanging red cloth, which Big Mac moved out of the way. Inside, there were a number of potions on shelves, and some more boxes on the floor. Big Mac sighed, and opened the first box, which even contained even more empty potion bottles.

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After going through most boxes; and putting a sizable number of empty bottles in the corner, Big Mac moved another, and saw what looked like a horseshoe behind it. Curiosity getting the best of him, he tried to pick it up, but upon contact with his hoof, it slowly sank into the wall. Behind him, Big Mac heard the soft scraping sound of stone on stone. He turned around and discovered that a doorway had opened. Thinking he had come this far, he poked his head in the hidden room.

Inside the hidden room, Big Macintosh found a table, stool, and a large number of masks hanging on the wall. One in particular caught his attention: it was a green mask in the shape of a pony’s face, with a pink crest on the forehead, leading down over the muzzle. The muzzle was also pink, as were the eyes, with narrow horizontal silts cut into the mask. The mask entranced Big Mac for some reason, and he picked it up, looking it over and admiring its every detail. As soon as he picked the mask up, the eye slits started to emit a white light. Suddenly, he heard a voice, soft and sweet, coming from inside his head.

“Put me on.”

Big Mac was shocked that a voice in his head was talking to him. “What? Who are ya?” he asked, almost in a whisper.

“I am Denclop, ancient zebra Goddess of Fertility and Love. I wish to fulfill my duty. Put me on.”

Big Mac wanted no part of this. “Eenope.” he said, putting down the mask, daftly stomping his hoof, and turning his head away.

“If you do not wish to cooperate, I guess I will need to take you BY FORCE!”

The mask then released a white magical shockwave. Big Macintosh tried to run away, but found he couldn’t move a muscle. He tried to call for help, but his vocal cords were also paralyzed. The mask then floated over to Big Mac, and excreted a blue gas.

“I WILL fulfill my duty, and you WILL be my vessel!” The mask said. The mask then floated over to the unconscious Big Macintosh and floated over his face, attaching itself by magic, and completely taking control of him.

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The sun would soon start setting, and Zecora knew that the Everfree Forest was no place for a pony after dark. She decided to go thank Big Mac for his help, give him a few bits (and maybe a special potion for he and Cheerilee later!), and send him on his way. She headed down the stairs, and soon after found Big Macintosh sitting on the floor, facing away from her. His hoof was moving up and down in front of him, as if he were polishing something. Zecora felt a blush start to form as she realized what was going on.

“Big Macintosh it is time to go; the day is fading and-” Her words were cut off by a heavy impact on her chest. Big Macintosh had gotten up with un-pony-like speed and had pounced on top of her, knocking the wind out of her.

His huge pink-and-black-mottled erection was on display; a whole two feet of throbbing horsemeat, and his balls hanging lower and at least twice the already huge size she had remembered from earlier.

Inside Zecora’s mind, she heard a voice, soft but serious; “Zecora, it is time for my duty to be fulfilled!”

Zecora’s eyes went wide “Denclop, is that your voice; for I thought I had banished you without your choice; for hurting ponies far and wide; this room I locked you inside!”

The voice rose in volume and deepened in tone “YOU CANNOT BANISH DENCLOP, GODDESS OF LOVE AND FERTILITY! SOME SIMPLE CHANTING AND BURNING OF INCENSE CANNOT CONFINE ME FOREVER! I CAME TO EQUESTRIA TO FULFILL MY DUTY; I AM NOW FREE TO FULFILL THOSE WHO NEED RELEASE, THOSE ALONE AND WANTING HAPPINESS AND FULFILLMENT! THIS IGNORANT FOAL I NOW CONTROL WILL BE MY VESSEL, AND I WILL NOT BE DENIED!”

With that, the mask once again released a shockwave, followed by a mist, this time pink in color. Knowing it could be no good, Zecora held her breath for as long as she could, but couldn’t hold it forever. She inhaled sharply, and got a deep breath of the mist. Instead of coughing or gagging as she expected, she sniffed the air; it smelled like cupcakes. Exactly like the cupcakes her mother had baked for her when she was a filly. Zecora inhaled again, and this time smelled her father’s scent, masculine and bold; how he had always smelled after coming home from a hard day of work.

“What are you…?” Zecora started, but was instantly cut off, unable to finish her sentence; her vocal cords paralyzed. “I reminded you of your parents because I know how lonely you are out here, unable to see your parents or loved ones. Wouldn’t you like it if I were to give you somepony to keep you company, somepony you could love unconditionally?

Zecora teared up, not realizing how truly lonely she got sometimes. Zecora nodded subconsciously, more to herself then anything. Denclop saw the nod through Big Macintosh’s eyes and made Big Mac nod in turn. “Very well then; let me fill you with happiness and life.”

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Zecora started to feel a sensation in her loins, not intolerable but for definite warm. She knew at once the sensation: it was the feeling of her heat. The pink mist had done its job; it had started her heat cycle early! Zecora felt a pressure on her back, pressing her front half down to the ground. She felt her muscles relax, and felt her front gently kneeling down on the floor. The heated feeling in Zecora’s loins was intensifying, turning from an ember into a candle-flame.

Instead of indulging like other mares, Zecora would always ignore her heat, meditating and taking potions to reduce its effects on her  Once, when her heat had gotten too bad, she had resorted to her hoof, but that hadn’t truly satisfied her, and she had never bothered again, simply taking an extra potion.

Now she felt her heat in its full fury, and all she could think of was Big Mac’s hanging balls from earlier. How much sperm were in them? How many foals could he pump into me? What would it feel like…?

Big Macintosh came around her front, his horsemeat hanging long and proud. When he reached her front, his cock slapped up, smacking his underside with a lewd fwap. Zecora felt her jaw muscles relax, her mouth hanging open now. Big Mac approached her, positioned himself, and then slowly slid the head of his cock into her mouth. He let out a grunt, and proceeded to slip more of his meat into her mouth. He could only get about half a foot in before he triggered Zecora’s gag reflex.

Denclop spoke up, “Well now, we can’t have that, now can we?” Zecora felt her throat muscles relax, allowing Big Mac to push his entire cock into her throat. Big Mac started to thrust, slowly, allowing Zecora to get used to it. He then increased his speed, really starting to get in it. This went on for about 2 minutes, Zecora feeling every throb of his member, feeling every vain on its surface with her tongue. Every 20 seconds or so, breaks would be given for Zecora to breathe.

The voice of Denclop spoke up after one such break, in Zecora’s head she heard; “Don’t need you dying on me, now do I? I can’t fulfill my duty with a dead pony.”

Zecora’s heat was getting to the intensity of a bonfire now. Zecora almost reached her peak; her loins dripping on the floor, joining Big Mac’s pre-cum and her saliva as his thrusts and throbs increased, when suddenly Big Mac stopped thrusting and pulled out.

Denclop’s voice chimed up, in a sing-song tone “Uh, uh, uh my vessel. We don’t want to WASTE that seed, now do we? I think it’s about time we get to the main event!”

Big Mac walked back towards Zecora’s raised rump and nipped at her rear. By instinct, Zecora lifted her tail and urinated a little, her vagina winking to show her willingness to the stallion. Zecora blushed, a bit ashamed and embarrassed of letting her instincts take over like that. Big Mac seemed totally unaffected; he simply took a big whiff of the urine, then raised his head and started licking her soaking pussy, slowly teasing her outer lips. Zecora moaned, feeling the same sensation she’d gotten from her hoof that one time, but a hundred times stronger. Big Mac started slow at first, Denclop teasing her mare, ever-so-slowly licking around her dripping mound. Zecora felt immolated, on fire, felling a need for….something.

“Denclop could y…you please; make this…burn…burniiiiiing…sensation ease?” Zecora said through her moans.

“Hmm, begging for it now, huh? Why should I give you release when you locked me away, prevented me from fulfilling my godly duty? I should just leave you here, paralyzed, with your heat slowly driving you insane.”

Zecora felt the licking stop.  Big Mac back away from her, and started heading for the stairs, his meat swaying underneath him with each step. Zecora’s eyes followed its every sway.

Zecora realized her plight, and yelled out “Stop, I beg you, please; put my heat to ease; I apologize for trapping you; Please, come, and let us screw!”

Big Mac stopped walking, and turned back towards Zecora. Denclop spoke up “Now THAT’S what I wanted to hear. I love hearing my mares beg for my gift! Very well, I will give you what you’ve asked for!”

Big Mac returned behind her, Zecora’s eyes not leaving his swinging cock as her passed by her. Big Mac resumed his licking, with more aggression then before. He entered her moist chamber with his tongue, the sensation driving Zecora half-mad. He slowly increased his pace, Zecora wriggling at the pure, cardinal pleasure she was receiving. Big Mac’s cock would occasionally slap his underside, making the mare groan in excitement. Zecora would push against Big Mac’s muzzle, feeling the sensation of his hot breath on her sex. Occasionally, his tongue would graze over her clitoris, sending the mare into a whole new level of ecstasy.

After a few minutes, Zecora felt something big welling up in her. She wasn’t sure what, but she felt like she was going to explode. Big Mac stopped licking once again, much to Zecora’s dismay. Zecora groaned in frustration, humping the air to try and get that something she had been denied.

Denclop spoke up, “Do you see what I can give to you, what I can give to all like you, in need and alone? I can give pleasure, I can give companionship. I can bring children to those alone and in need of love. Now, I will ask you, do you want my gift?”

Zecora looked up with needing eyes at the masked red stallion now standing in front of her. “I…” she started, looking for the proper words for the situation. “Big red stallion, trees you do buck; come here and give me a fuck!”

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Denclop’s voice radiated in Zecora’s head, with a very sensual tone: “Very well Zecora. As you have now submitted to me, and accepted my gift, I will fully release my grip on you...so you can have more…fun.” Zecora felt all the oppressive pressure removed from her back and the rest of her body, now allowing her to move freely. Zecora stood upright, and her body instinctively tensed up, for what it knew what was coming, even if she did not.

Big Mac moved behind her once more, gruffly grabbing Zecora’s hips, his hooves holding her tightly. She instinctively responded by spreading her back legs more, allowing for an easier penetration. Before Zecora could react; Big Mac’s cock thrust into her to the hilt in one quick movement, Zecora’s pussy being so wet from the teasing that he slid right in. Zecora tensed up, having her hymen torn. A searing pain welled up in her loins, causing Zecora’s eyes to tear up, and a few drops of blood to leak out.

Denclop’s voice once again came into her head; soft, like a mother gently consoling her hurt child: “It’s ok. It’s ok, Zecora. The pain will be over soon, then you will soon feel something beyond any sensation you’ve ever felt before.”

Zecora was given a moment to adjust to Big Mac’s impressive flesh-spear; slowly clenching around it,  feeling its every vain and bump, feeling the medial ring resting in her sensitive passage, feeling the head brushing against something deep inside her.

“Ready?” asked Denclop.

Zecora’s pain had subsided, replaced by a strong, demanding want.  Zecora nodded “Please Denclop, fuck me hard; fill me up in every regard!”

“Very well, let us breed!”

With that, Big Mac’s hips pulled back, and Zecora never felt as empty as she did then. She humped the air, needing to be filled; every second she was left empty agonizing. Big Mac grinned under the mask, Denclop loving to tease her mares. Zecora’s wish was granted moments later, as Big Mac’s spear slammed into her sopping slit full force. A deep groan escaped Zecora’s lips as she came right then and there, milking Mac’s shaft on the first thrust.

“Aw, done so soon?” the now familiar voice said, a hint of taunt in her voice.

Zecora came off her orgasm, but still felt the burning deep inside her. She felt as though her whole lower belly was being held over an open fire. “Please Denclop, thrust more you must; for you have not yet sated my lust!”

Big Mac’s grin widened under Denclop’s mask; “So eager you are for my gift now, aren’t you my mare? Very well, I will satisfy you then!”

With that, Big Mac’s hips were a blur, a flurry of thrusts so hard they rocked Zecora’s entire body like she was in an earthquake. Having already cum once, and on the heat-inducing mist’s effects; Zecora was in a euphoric state, always on the peak of orgasm, but never quite over the top. Instinctively, she thrust back on Mac’s throbbing horsecock, meeting his every thrust. Every time she did; his medial ring would rub her clit, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure like electricity up and down her spine. Immediately after, his heavy balls would slap her clit, giving her a double whammy of pleasure, the sensation being so intense as to dim her vision after every thrust.

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure to both, and a good number of mini-orgasms by Zecora, Big Mac’s already fast thrusts increased twofold and became erratic. With a particularly hard thrust, he grabbed Zecora’s back legs and lifted her right up off her hooves and into the air. After that final thrust, Zecora felt him go even deeper than he ever had before, feeling as though he had penetrated the very core of her body. Unbeknownst to Zecora, he had actually penetrated her cervix; with loud snort, his cockhead flared inside her, and he let loose a primal grunt as a torrent of his hot, virile cream shot direct into her fertile, waiting womb.

Zecora felt a warmth blossoming deep inside her, and that feeling set her off. All the built-up lust she had felt before was released in that one mind-shattering orgasm. Zecora screamed out, joining Big Mac’s extended grunt in a cacophony of sated lust. Each spray of semen extended her orgasm; her barely being able to breathe from the intensity, and her vision dimming at the edges with each new spray. After coming off her first orgasm, Zecora reached a hoof to and pressed down on her belly, and felt a hard lump, surrounded by a softer, ever-growing bulge. She shuddered, and cried out as another orgasm overtook her; she realized Big Mac had indeed penetrated her to her core, and was filling her up good.

They stayed like this; her a shuddering, groaning mess being held up by his hooves and body; her leaning against his chest, her head hanging over his shoulder, and him buried as deep inside her well-used passage as possible. Big Mac held her up as what cum could get past his cockhead, flared just past her cervix, oozed out of her. What could escape was only replaced just as fast by a new spurt, filling the void left by what had leaked out. The blue mist Big Mac has inhaled earlier had doubled his semen and sperm production, and its effects were quite evident: Zecora’s belly bulging almost as though she were already long into pregnancy; semen streaming down Big Mac’s churning balls, and soon after his back legs, flowing like a river to the floor. After a seemingly endless period of non-stop spurting, and countless orgasms by Zecora; Big Mac finally lifted Zecora and pulled out of her cervix with a loud plop, giving one last spurt to paint her innermost vagina before his reserves were finally spent. After Big Mac fully pulled out, Zecora let out a massive flood of semen, adding to the already pond-like puddle of his and her combined juices mixed on the floor. Big Mac’s balls were now much smaller.

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After breeding her, Big Mac carried the now-limp Zecora to her bed, where she instantly passed out. Denclop softly whispered in Zecora’s dreams:  “I made you a promise, and that promise I have fulfilled; in about 11 months, you will have somepony to keep you company, somepony you can love unconditionally. You will have a foal, and you may thank me for it.” A single tear rolled down Zecora's face, dripping on the pillow. A smile crept across her face as she rubbed her swollen stomach in her sleep.

Denclop stayed next to Zecora’s bed for a long while, watching the mare she had made so happy sleep. Zecora would occasionally smile and rub her still-swollen belly in her sleep, dreaming of all the things she could do and all the fun she could have with the foal soon to be growing inside her.

In her dreams, Zecora heard one last message from Denclop: “I must go now, and find others like you, in need of love and companionship. It is my duty, and my Destiny. Farewell Zecora, may you always find love and peace”

Big Mac, still controlled by Denclop, than left the hut. He closed the door behind him, then faced the Everfree Forest, and headed off in the direction of Ponyville.

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Inside Zecora, over eight billion sperm sought out her egg. Hours later, one sperm finally found the egg and penetrated the outer layer, fertilizing it.

A promise made, a promise fulfilled.