Denclop's Return

After Denclop had teleported randomly to escape Celestia,  her spell had ended up dropping into the deserted town square of Ponyville. Denclop had never practiced with the spell, and then suddenly used it in a panic, causing a random teleportation effect. While Celestia was sharing Denclop’s origins with Twilight back at the library; Denclop quickly glanced over the town square while cloaked, discovering not a pony in sight.

Denclop settled down on a nearby bench, and stared at Big Mac’s still hard member, which she now held in both hooves; traces of Twilight’s marejuice still clinging to it. After debating on and rejecting self-pleasure once more; Denclop wiped one of these spots off and held it up to Big Mac’s snout, giving it a big sniff. She then put the wet hoof into Big Mac’s mouth; tasting the mare she hadn’t had a chance to finish her duty with.

”THIS IS IT!”, boomed Denclop in Big Mac’s head, “I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER MARE! I WILL FULFILL MY DESTINY, AND BEING NICE AND LETTING THE MARES GET COMFORTABLE WITH IT TAKES TOO LONG! IT MADE A MARE LOSE HER GIFT! NO MORE!IF THEY DO NOT ACCEPT MY GIFT, I WILL GIVE IT TO THEM BY FORCE!”

Big Mac had awoken once again to the ferocious words manifested of Denclop’s anger. Big Mac was shocked by her ruthlessness and tried again to knock her out of control; to reclaim his body and potentially save a mare’s dignity. In her fury, Denclop slammed Big Mac into unconsciousness again, once again locking his cage door.

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Denclop‘s attention.  Denclop’s head turned towards it, and saw a mint-green pony heading into an alleyway across the street.  Denclop got up, and slowly headed over to explore, keeping to the shadows and her true self cloaked.

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Lyra Heartstrings needed relief. She knew she couldn't just ‘get off’ in the bathroom with her roommate, Bon-Bon, right outside. She was very loud when she masturbated, and she couldn't bear the embarrassment of waking Bon-Bon by her getting her rocks off; even though Lyra knew she would understand, with Lyra being in heat. Instead, the mare had snuck out in the wee hours of morning, her heat getting the best of her; the cool night air only slightly helping the burning in her loins. Before she had headed out, she’d gathered a few things from the kitchen, putting them in her saddlebags.

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Minutes later. as she headed to an alleyway across the street from her house; she wished she’d been brave enough to get a heat potion from the store earlier, as that would have allowed her to avoid this whole issue. Earlier that day, Lyra had walked into the store, but just couldn't bring herself to ask the pony behind the counter to get it for her and, her shyness getting the better of her; walked out of the store with a blush. She had always been shy about the issue of her heat, ever since her “encounter” as a filly. She usually had Bon-Bon get the potion for her; but Bon-Bon had to work all day at the candy shop.

Lyra had kept herself busy all day, doing miscellaneous things; trying to keep her mind off her ever-heating problem. It had started as a small spark that morning, and then grown to an ember by lunch time (when she'd gone for the potion), finally turning into an campfire by the time Bon-Bon had gotten home. Upon getting home, Bon-Bon had smelled her heat, and promised to get her the potion first thing in the morning, and that she could `get some relief’ in the bathroom if she needed to during the night. Bon-Bon had then gone to bed afterwards, dead tired from working all day, and getting home after midnight.

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Lyra entered the alley, and upon discovering it was clear; she set down and opened her saddle bags, pulling out a large cucumber she’d gotten from the kitchen before leaving. She also pulled out a knife, and cut off both ends, and a wedge out around the circumference about an inch down from the top portion; forming a smooth, somewhat bumpy improvised dildo with a head. A blush formed, and she started rubbing the firm vegetable up and down her outer lips, lubing it up. She then applied a weak warming spell to it, it being too cold for her liking; a moment later the temperature of the cucumber matching that of the blush in her cheeks. Finally, Lyra sat in the corner of the alley, sitting on her flank with her legs spread. A drop of marejuice dripped from her nethers onto the ground, Lyra having made herself horny just from the preparation of her improvised dong.

Lyra touched the tip of the cucumber to her lower lips, a gasp escaping her from the minty mare’s lips. This wasn't her first time doing sexual activities, as she had 'made a mistake’ behind the schoolhouse during her first heat; she had let a young stallion she had had a crush on breed with and finish inside her. Fortunately for her, and the involved stallion, she hadn't gotten pregnant; he was still too young to produce sperm.

As she wasn't a virgin, no resistance was met as the cucumber slid right in, landing deep in her body. After inserting the cucumber completely inside her needing slit with her hoof, the mare used her magic to pull it back out; and jam it back in hard, her giving a loud groan.  The mare repeated this motion, her heat-addled brain firing on all cylinders, pleasure radiating through her body. After a few more slow thrusts, each followed by a very loud groan; Lyra got up, deciding to try a new position so she could go deeper. She stood in the traditional mating position; standing stiff with her rear legs widely spread and her tail up, before re-inserting her cooling dildo with a groan.

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A couple minutes had passed since Denclop had made her slow crossing to the alley, wanting to pull as little attention to herself as possible; knowing Celestia had, or would, likely put out a warrant for her capture. As she reached the alley, a very loud groan was heard, instantly piquing Denclop’s attention. She quickly closed the distance between her and the alley and looked inside. Denclop was instantly greeted by the sight of a mare’s puffy, mint-green slit being spread and pounded by a cucumber. This “show” made Big Mac’s member start to harden, as Denclop just stood there, enjoying it.

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Lyra was oblivious to now being observed; her new position letting her penetrate herself deeper with the slippery vegetable. She continued to thrust the cucumber in as deep as she could, tapping her cervix with it with every thrust. She continued to thrust in and out, a deep groan escaping her whenever the pleasure became too much.

A couple minutes later, Lyra's inner muscles spasmed, and she cried out loud as her climax hit her; with her pressing the cucumber against her cervix and leaving it there. Her muscles clenched around it, trying to milk what she needed from it; what it could not produce. She sunk gently to the ground, letting herself drop as her powerful orgasm overtook her ability to stand. After her orgasm had diminished, she felt her heat return. With a moan, she stood up, and again assumed the position. With a magical tug, she retrieved the cucumber from her still-sensitive vagina, and proceeded onto round two.

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Recovering from from the daze of watching the mare pleasure herself, and finally realizing that there was a mare in need of her gift standing right in front of her; Denclop started preparations to relieve the mare, and complete her duty at the same time. She releasing the blue mist around Big Mac and inhaled deeply, starting the production of the extra seed she’d soon need.

Lyra continued to pleasure herself, eyes closed as the intense sensations flowed through her from her over-sensitive slit, climbing up and down her spine. She was completely oblivious to the pink mist surrounding her, it being completely odorless now; Denclop having abandoned trying to coerce mares into breeding with her. She just needed the effects of the mist; for them to be paralyzed by lust and the need to be bred, their own instincts aiding her in fulfilling her duty.

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Lyra suddenly felt her heat increase ten-fold, feeling as though somepony had suddenly lit a bonfire between her legs. She pulled out the cucumber, and knowing it wouldn't do her any further good, threw it aside in frustration. She suddenly felt her legs paralyze, along with the rest of her body; only her eyes and hips able to move, along with her life functions being unaffected. She tried to cast a spell, to try and counter whatever magic was being used to restrict her, but her magic fizzled out as soon as the golden-yellow glow appeared on her horn. Suddenly, she felt a nip on her flank, and her instincts took over; her urine streaming down onto the alley’s ground. She heard a sniffing from behind, then suddenly a weight upon her flank and two large hooves gripping her hips tightly.

She tried to cry out “NO!”, but her vocal cords were paralyzed before she could finish the phrase, her only being able to get out the first half. She felt a very long, warm, hard object enter her already spread lips; sliding down her pre-lubed path, hilting to her cervix on the first thrust. She already knew what was happening, and her body reacted in full, against her will. She groaned  at the fullness and pushed back involuntarily. the stallion behind her apparently took that as a go-ahead, and started to very thrust hard, not holding back at all. Her body reacted out of her control, her hips moving back to meet his every thrust.

Lyra suddenly heard a voice in her head, sounding feminine in tone, and completely confusing her pleasure-soaked mind. "Hello mare, are you enjoying yourself? I hope you are, because I am about to give your one of the greatest gifts that can be given; a foal."

A single tear streamed down Lyra’s cheek, hitting the ground. She didn't want it to be like this. She didn't want to have a foal this way; forced into her unwillingly by somepony she didn't even know in an alleyway. Her body, however, didn't agree; as spike of pleasure raced up her spine, causing her mind to blank for a moment and a moan to escape her lips as the rough pounding continued, with the stallion not slowing a beat since he'd started. Lyra felt as though she were a plaything to the stallion pounding into her; an object to be used however he wanted, no regard to her but as something to pleasure himself with, and to bear his foal. Shortly after, the already jackhammer-fast thrusts increased, her feeling the head of the penis starting to flare inside her. “Please Celestia, no! Not like this!” She said in a silent prayer, as she felt her vaginal muscles involuntarily clench down on the fully-flared member; a wave of intense pleasure overtaking her as she felt the stallion thrust deeply inside her one more time, his flared head probing her deepest barrier.

She felt a sudden burst of warmth blossom deep inside her, just like the first time she’d done this with that little colt back in school. The only differences were the sheer volume of his cum, his depth of penetration, and the fact that she knew she wouldn't be as lucky this time; she WOULD get pregnant. This was not a little colt squirting his thin, immature spray into her; but a full-grown, mature stallion gushing his thick, virile sperm into her. She groaned aloud, and a blush blossomed across her face, as her body was wracked with hollow pleasure; her pussy milking the unwanted intruder, betraying her by pulling more of his invading seed into her. Her first orgasm only lasted ten seconds, aided by her body's urgency to be bred; while his went on seemingly forever, him squirting non-stop into her passage.

After the first minute, she felt her final barrier between her fertile womb and his seed give with the pressure of the constantly incoming seed; her cervix opening to the flood of seed pressing against it. She felt the stallion push even deeper; feeling his flare enter her womb, pushing the pool from her vagina inside, causing it to slide down and pool at the bottom.She also felt the warmth spray even deeper inside her, and these sensations set off another unwanted orgasm. Lyra’s blush deepened as she shuddered and moaned through the second orgasm, embarrassed by her body seeming to enjoy being raped. After what felt like an eternity, with her belly swelling heavily from the amount of seed being forced into it, the stallion’s reserves finally seemed to run dry. Lyra felt the weight lift off her back, and a hoof swing over her back, her rapist dismounting her. The stallion pulled out and a flood of his seed gushed from her pillaged marehood and over her clit on the way down, causing Lyra to shudder once more. The stallion sniffed her leaking pussy, and chuffed, clearly proud of his job well done.

With that, she heard the clip-clop of hoofsteps backing up, and then walking away, increasing to a gallop a short distance away. She felt the oppressive magic release her body from its grip, and she collapsed to the alley ground, exhausted and now filthy;  the fluids having leaked from her and down her legs. She looked up and saw a candy-apple-red stallion running away, seeing the green half-apple cutie mark on his flank; his still wet and dripping member flopping between his back legs as he ran away, before turning a corner and leaving her sight. It was Big Macintosh. She had seen him deliver apples to the apple cart she bought from. She reached a hoof up to her belly and rubbed over it, the feeling of over-fullness unpleasant. Her energy depleted, she collapsed to the ground. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, unable to hold them back at the unfairness of her situation. She cried for a while, letting out all the disappointment and sadness this had caused her, while her used sex continued to leak the seed of the one who had forced this upon her; a large puddle of seed accumulating at her loins.

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Denclop walked away with Big Mac's head held high, having not felt so dominating over a mare since she was in the zebra homeland. Despite her initial rush, she didn't have the lasting satisfaction of a mare submitting to her willingly, accepting her 'gift' into their womb. She decided to give future mares a chance to submit to her 'gift'; having tried being forceful, but getting more satisfaction from them submitting willingly. If they refused her 'gift', however; she would still give it to them. She still needed to fulfill her Destiny, whether they were willing or not.

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Ten minutes later, Ponyville’s Royal Guard Station reported:

"Reporting one Lyra Heartstrings walking inside the guard station; her belly was swollen and dripping semen on the floors, and she had tearstains running down her cheeks. She reported being magically incapacitated, then non-consensually bred. After she was released from the magic binds, she reported seeing Big Macintosh of the Apple Clan running away from the alley he'd forced himself upon her in, then turning a corner and heading deeper into Ponyville."

The message was relayed to Princess Celestia immediately via scroll, along with a request for her orders for the guards, and she read them with a sigh. Vision blurring because of the tears starting to form, Celestia looked to Princess Twilight and Zecora, and simply said; “'It' is loose in Ponyville.”

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After cleaning up some and being released to go home from the Royal Guard Station; Lyra had gone home. She was met at the door by a teary Bon-Bon; Bon-Bon having been informed by scroll of the incident, and asked to care for her during her time of need. They hugged, with Bon-Bon scolding Lyra for being so stupid as to go out in her full-blown heat. Lyra could only hug her and cry, wishing with all her might she hadn't. After a long, hot shower, scrubbing her mare-parts as clean as she could; Lyra settled down in bed with Bon-Bon, wanting the comfort of embrace with her closest friend after her ordeal. They both fell asleep together shortly after, Lyra restlessly sleeping as dreams of her assault plagued her.

During the night, Big Mac's sperm swam in Lyra's tract, seeking out their only goal; her egg. The next morning, as Lyra awoke to breakfast in bed and a hug served by Bon-Bon, a sperm and her egg united; producing the child she had not wanted, but would love regardless. In eleven months, she would learn that this seeming tragedy was really a blessing in disguise.