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                     Denclop's Return                      
                     -by LegionofPony-                     
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               Prologue: Sowing Apple Seeds                
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Prologue: Sowing Apple Seeds
Springtime in Ponyville was quite the beautiful sight. After that year’s Winter Wrapup; the flowers had started to bloom, colorful birds flew through the sky, and many ponies chose this time to clear out the clutter in their own homes after helping clean the town up. Zecora had traveled to Ponyville on one of her weekly visits, and headed to Sweet Apple Acres after doing her shopping in the town to get apples to eat and certain plants she used in her potions…and also to ask a favor. After she had crossed the threshold of the gate, she heard a small voice.
“Why howdy there Zecora, what brings y’here?” asked Apple Bloom, galloping up to Zecora and giving her a hug.
“Hello there little missus; do you know where may I may find your brother and sis?” Zecora asked, “For I have some apples to retrieve; and a request to make before I leave.”
Apple Bloom nodded towards the barn “Oh…they’re both up in the barn. Y’all know where that is, right?”
Zecora nodded and smiled at the small yellow filly “Yes, and thank you little one; now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to run.” The young filly waved goodbye, “Sure thing, Bye Zecora!
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Arriving at the barn, Zecora stepped inside, and found Big Mac and Applejack out of sight, presumably lying in the attic, breathing heavily; there was a creaking of the attic floorboards, followed by a loud, stifled moan.
Zecora cleared her throat, and the two ponies’ heads shot right over the edge in an instant, that being all of them Zecora could see.
“Oh…uh…hi Zecora… uh, we weren’t expectin’ you fer a while.” Applejack stammered out, a blush forming on her face. Big Mac’s face had turned even redder then it usually was, and he simply looked at the floor. “Anyhow,” said Applejack “W-what can I do ya for?” Zecora shook herself out of her trance, and said “I am here to acquire; the apples and plants I desire. I’d also like to ask a favor from you; if that is ok to do.”
“Of course, ask away!” Applejack said, followed by Big Mac’s muffled “Eeyup.”.
“Very well, I need your assistance; for you to travel a small distance; to my shack I ask you come; to help me clean it up some.” Zecora looked at the siblings, awaiting their response.
“Why shoot, we’d be pleased as peach punch to help, right Big Mac…?” Applejack said, emphasizing the last two words what could be guessed as two sharp thrusts in her brother’s ribs to get him to raise his eyes from the floor.
Head still down, and with a small grimace, he mutters “Eeyup.”
"We'll meet y' outside once we finish here, alright Zecora?" Applejack said.
Zecora nodded, then left to await them outside with a grin on her face.
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Applejack looked back at Big Mac with a lusty glint in her eyes “Now where we, BIG brother?” They had been right in the middle of 'planting his apple tree' when Zecora had showed up early. They only grinned; both knowing the answer. Big Mac was hard again in an instant, and he immediately mounted her again, plugging her soaking hole as deep as he could with the first thrust. “Whoo big brother, do you know how to plant a tree!” she exclaimed, as Big Mac continued to thrust as hard as he could and go as deep as he could get with each thrust. After a couple minutes, Applejack asked him to stop when she felt his throbs increase in pace, and his head started to flare; indicating he was getting close to cumming. He pulled out with some effort, her needing hole trying to pull him back in. Applejack then told him to lie on his back, to which he obliged. "Mah turn!” she said.
She looked his dick over again, marveling at the sheer size of it. She gave it a lick, eliciting a moan from Big Mac, and tasting herself on him. Big Mac returned the favor, licking her wet puss once, teasing her right back. “Well, ya wanna play like that do ya?"  she said, grinning at him before lining up his “tree” and her “plot” with her hoof. She slowly slid down, loving every inch of his two-foot girth as it slid in ever so slowly, teasing the big red stallion lying prone underneath her. He met her half way with a hard thrust, getting impatient, and hilted himself in her. With an evil smile, she pulled out as far as she could before she flopped down on his big cock, lodging it right against her cervix. “WOO NELLY, YOU’RE HUGE!” she shouted before shoving a hoof in her mouth, remembering they had a visitor right outside. As she continued to ride him, she kept her hoof in her mouth, moaning into it as her wet sex clamped around his massive member; her thrusting up and down like a piston, the wet sounds of sex echoing throughout the barn.. Moments later; once again feeling his pulses increase, she pulled her hoof out of her mouth, and said in a harsh whisper, “Y’almost ready, BIIIIIIIG brother?”
“Eeeeeeeeyup.” She heard, in a muffled moan disguised as speech.
“Ok big bro, here comes the big finale!” She pulled up and stood up on her back hooves, completely pulling him out of her before lining up his rod and her muff with her hoof. She flopped back on his shaft with all the weight of her body, and both let out choked gasps and flung their heads back as they climaxed at the same time. Applejack felt him penetrate her very deeply, feeling him enter her innermost region, but almost immediately slipping back out and flaring right outside. The thrust had, however ,done its job; her cervix had opened, now leaving her womb exposed to the shower it was about to receive. She let out a strangled groan and quivered as the first shot of his seed hit the top of her exposed womb, milked out by her clenching snatch. They both just kept cumming; his body motivated by her heated scent and clenching hole, and hers by her heat, his deepest penetration, and the seemingly endless stream of spray right into her deepest recess. After about a minute, Applejack pulled off of him, both finally coming off their orgasms. When she did pull off, a big dollop of his apple-cream plopped right on Big Mac’s balls, adding to the already soaked mess all over them both, but neither cared. Applejack almost immediately collapsed next to her brother, planting a deep kiss on his lips, which he returned.
Both lay there panting, recovering their senses after coming off such strong orgasms. When both had recovered, Applejack barely croaked out “B-boy big brother, y'sure know how to sow some apple seeds!” They both looked down to the large puddle of his and her fluids that had dripped out of her and onto the floor, dripping and streaming off onto the hay on the ground floor below them. Big Mac could only grin, responding with a confident “Eeyup!”
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Outside the barn, in a high hay-pile near the loft window; Zecora had just come off her own orgasm, unable to resist the temptation to clop while watching the incestuous couple. She was licking her juices off her hoof, but sniffed at it when she smelled an ever-so-familiar scent;. She had smelled her own heat coming on soon, another  heat in her hut… all alone. Zecora finished cleaning herself up, then sighed, and a single tear went down her muzzle, realizing how lonely she felt all of a sudden.
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Down below, Applejack and Big Mac licked up their mess off each other, nearly bringing on another bout of sex. Applejack reminded Big Mac of their visitor, however, and how rude it would be to keep her waiting even longer. Reluctantly, Big Mac agreed, but not before Applejack promised to meet him in the barn again once Zecora had left.
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The three had proceeded to meet and discuss the time and date they could come help her with her hut, agreeing the next day in the late evening, and Zecora explaining what needed to be done.  They then parted ways, Zecora giving a few bits to the couple, claiming it to be an advance on them helping her with her hut. Zecora grinned to herself as she walked away; having really given them the bits as a tip for the wonderful show they'd given her earlier.
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After Zecora had left, Applejack gave her brother a lusty grin. "So big bro, I need some help planting that tree of yours again...?" she asked, signaling to the barn. "Eeyup!" replied Big Mac, nearly tripping over a nearby plow in his eagerness to follow her. His already hardening member slapped against his thighs as he walked to the barn, following a trail of marejuice left by Applejack.
Unknown to them, Zecora had a secret. A secret that, if unlocked, could potentially change all of Equestria.
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Throughout the rest of the day and night inside Applejack, Big Mac’s “apple seeds” had slowly made their journey to their destination; her “fertile plot”, deep inside her uterus. After Big Mac had already left for Zecora’s the next day, a “mixed apple seed” finally found a nice comfortable "plot" to grow in for the next eleven months…

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                     Denclop's Return                      
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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.

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                Revelations of Her Destiny                 
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Life Lessons
Twilight Sparkle cocked her head at the book was reading, and then looked at her rump, then back to the book again. She discovered when she was a filly that if she was having a problem, reading on it was usually a good way to find a remedy; or at least to comfort herself with the knowledge on what the cause was,  and possible solutions.  The subject of her interest was sitting in front of her; a book titled ‘A Scientific Guide to Sexual Anatomy, Breeding and Reproduction in Equines”, as well as behind her; her rump.
It was midnight, and as of yesterday; she had developed an ever-present itch and swelling in her “privates”; as well as them leaking a strange substance, and she was now trying to discover the cause. The feelings weren't exactly painful, merely a mild to moderate itchy sensation; but it was starting to become a nuisance, even having awaking her up from her sleep.
After sending Spike off on some chores for the day, and giving him a few extra bits then for the required items for his allowance, (which he undoubtedly used to visit Sugar Cube Corner and the local gem shop). Twilight had also bought herself overnight; for after he’d returned from the shopping she also had volunteered him to spend the night watching over the Cutie Mark Crusaders (which cost her a large ruby she'd been saving for his birthday). Twilight now had the library all to herself, all night. Twilight had, wanting to discover the cause and cure for her unusual symptoms, grabbed the first book from the multiple stacks she'd recently borrowed from the Canterlot Library, and had thought would be relevant, and started reading.
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Twilight had been sheltered by Princess Celestia every spring since she was a filly, even after moving to Ponyville. Every spring, Princess Celestia would send a carriage for her, and she would be brought to stay at the castle for a few weeks. She was treated as she always was; but she would never be allowed outside during this period, and all the male guards were strangely absent, replaced instead by a large magical barrier that prevented entry into and out of the castle. Twilight had also always been limited on her reading materials, and had never been permitted to the wing containing biological texts unsupervised. Whenever she complained of an itch or burning “down there” during her spring visits, Princess Celestia had always given her a potion every day, and it went right away.
Twilight remembered back to her springtime trips to Celestia’s castle, this strange scent being in the air for the whole time she was there. She also heard moans at night time, but when she went to check on the Princesses, she discovered their chamber doors were both locked. Defeated, she had gone back to bed. When she had asked in the morning why both the sisters had moaned; Celestia claimed to have stubbed her hoof, the pain so bad she moaned over it all night. Luna, with a blush, had said she had a severe ache she needed to take care of, eliciting a harsh glare from Celestia.
After Twilight became a Princess; Princess Celestia had removed all restrictions she previously imposed on her; telling her she was allowed to remain in Ponyville all year round,  and had also unlocked the entire Canterlot Library to her as a coronation gift, allowing her to check out whatever and however many books or scrolls she wanted…regardless of their content. The first place Twilight had gone was the previously-restricted biology section; the only section she had never really been given full access to before. Twilight had responded by checking out nearly the entire wing, curious about how the entire equine body worked.
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Twilight cocked her head one way and then back in the other direction. Twilight lifted her eyes from the book, got up, and then started the pacing she was apt to in times of stress. After a few minutes, she flopped down on her hindquarters, but immediately shot back up; the pressure on her privates giving the burning sensation an unexpected boost.  “Dang it, I just know the answer to this feeling is in this book!” she commented, stamping her hoof.
Twilight turned past the introductory pages of the book, and was introduced to a diagram of a female equine’s reproductive tract. “So,” she said, lying down with her back legs spread, looking at her puffy slit, “this is my ‘vagina’.” She proceeded to look again at the diagram, the book now levitating above her, and read aloud the text: “The outermost part of a female's anatomy is called the ‘labia majora’..." she said, and, further looking at the diagram, she added, "...and past that the rest of the mare's 'privates'.” Feeling a shudder crawl up her spine as she experimentally poked her lips, she was struck by an idea. She levitated the book upstairs with her to her room with her magic; she then set the book on her dresser and lay down on her back on her bed, with her legs spread. She proceeded to use her magic to both move a full-sized mirror to the foot of her bed, and to close and lock her bedroom door. She’d need both the mirror and the privacy to allow her to do what she was about to do.
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Moments later, Twilight shifted on her bed to lay on her stomach, sighing at the softness. When she shifted again, her pussy rubbed against the silken sheets, causing Twilight to jolt upright. Shaking a newly developed fog from her mind, Twilight then levitated her book-stand over to her bedside, and placed the book upon it. She opened the book, and turned back to the proper page with her magic. “It looks like the rest of this diagram is based past the labia…” she said.
She then proceeded to look at the mirror, and carefully spread her puffy lips with both hooves; eliciting a gasp from the inexperienced mare, and causing her head to press back into her pillow. “Oh...my…” Twilight gasped, the feelings unfamiliar but so inviting to her. She shook her head to clear it, and looked back at the book. “Ok, so past the labia majora is the ‘labia minor’…” Twi said, looking into the mirror at her spread pussy. After a moment of searching, she suddenly exclaimed “Oh, there it is!”, and proceeded to rub over it with her hoof, eliciting another burst of pleasure down her spine, and a moan.
Starting to feel warm, Twilight used her magic to open her window to let some fresh air in. Twilight settled back down on her bed again, and looked once more at the biology book. “Further inside, past the labia minor, is the entrance to the ‘vaginal canal’” Twi said, looking once more at her reflection. Twilight moved her hooves deeper into her pussy, biting her lower lip at the sensation it caused her. At this time, Twilight had noticed her ‘vagina’ had started to leak the strange, slippery, water-like substance en masse. Twilight collected some of it on her hoof and brought it up to her muzzle. Taking a curious sniff, she discovered that it in fact smelled like her; but had another scent to it she was not unfamiliar with. She knew the smell... then she remembered where she had smelled it before; during her springtime visits with Celestia!
After a little more “experimenting” with her outer vagina, she read more from the book; “The vagina, which can expand from five inches to as long as almost eight inches; is highly flexible, allowing for it to be stretched to even greater lengths. Above the vagina is the ‘cervix’, leading to the ‘uterus’. Branching off from the uterus are 2 ‘fallopian tubes’; which in turn lead in turn to the ‘ovaries’, which produce an ‘egg’, the female reproductive cell, once per heat cycle.” Twilight used the slippery substance to coat her entire vagina, the pleasure caused by the process causing her to bite her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. She then plunged her hoof a little deeper, but sharply pulled it out as she pushed against a barrier and felt a stinging sensation. Once again referencing her resource, Twilight read “…In virgin mares and fillies, a band of flesh, called a ‘hymen’, may be present, and will cause pain upon breakage.” Twilight decided to avoid pressing deeper, and instead chose to explore a little lower.
Once again eyeing the book, Twilight read: “…Below the vaginal entrance, at the base of the labia major, is the ‘clitoral hood’, which covers the ‘clitoris’.” Looking once again at the mirror, Twilight quickly discovered her clitoral hood and, upon moving it with a gasp, her clitoris. When she touched this small nub, her haunches immediately bucked into her hoof, causing a wave of intense pleasure to flow through Twilight, and baffling the young alicorn in the process. Having explored all shown by the diagram on herself that she dared, she decided to move onto the next page, which contained the diagram of a stallion’s anatomy.
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Twilight had seen a stallion’s sheath and sack many, many times before; but never really as up close or in as much detail as the diagram showed. “Inside the sheath, or ‘prepuce’, is the ‘penis’; whose main components are: the head, or 'glans', the shaft, or 'body', and in the center of the body the 'medial ring', which serves to provide additional sexual stimulation during intercourse.” Twilight said, while feeling a significant increase in the burning sensation from her haunches. “Beneath the penis are two ‘testicles’, contained within the ‘scrotum’. The testicles produce ‘sperm’, the male reproductive cell; and there are also a number of accessory glands, producing ‘semen’, which carries the sperm into the female’s reproductive tract in a process called ‘breeding’”
Twilight cocked her head. “But how do the sperm and semen get into the vagina? What is ‘breeding’?” Twilight asked herself, turning the page. Reaching the next page, Twilight read;
“Breeding occurs during the ‘heat’, or ‘estrus cycle’, of a mare; a time when a mature mare's body ovulates and releases an egg, generally in-between early spring and summer. Exactly when depends entirely on the individual mare, but is generally within early-to-mid spring. During the ‘heat’; a mare will feel a warm to hot, itchy sensation of varying intensities in their reproductive tract, and their labia major will inflame and excrete a clear, viscous fluid to both instigate and facilitate mating; as it  both contains hormones to attract a stallion and is viscous enough to make breeding easier.” Twilight perked up a bit, her eyes glittering at the realization; “So that’s what this burning sensation and leaking is; it’s my body telling me I’m ready to breed!”
Twilight’s enthusiasm was then a bit dampened when she realized she didn't even know what that meant. She turned the page to see a diagram of a penis inside a vagina, and on the page opposite it a diagram of ejaculation. Flushed by the explicitness, Twilight started reading;“When a stallion senses a mare in heat; he will nip at her rear, and she will urinate and ‘wink’, contracting her vaginal muscles in a specific way, to show her readiness to breed.” Twilight’s nose scrunched a bit at that part, and then she continued reading.
“The stallion’s penis will erect, expanding three to four times in size and getting rigid. This will enable the stallion to penetrate the mare’s vagina. After erecting, the stallion and mare may engage in 'foreplay', stimulating each others genitals in order to further sensitize and prepare themselves for breeding.
After 'foreplay', the stallion will mount; or climb on top in a specific way (a diagram is shown of a stallion mounting a mare), the mare, and will penetrate the mare’s vagina by thrusting his pelvis in such a way as to cause his penis to enter her vagina. If the mare was a virgin, the hymen will tear upon penetration, causing pain and minor bleeding to occur. After the mare recovers, she will generally create more of the lubricant to ease the friction between the penis and vagina, and the stallion will also sometimes produce viscous fluids of his own to facilitate the breeding. The stallion will then proceed to repeatedly thrust his pelvis, engaging in 'intercourse', causing his penis to move into and out of the mare’s vagina until enough stimulation is accomplished to achieve an ‘orgasm’.
During an 'orgasm', extreme pleasure is felt by both and a series of involuntary bodily functions occur; for the stallion, orgasm will result in the penis’ head, or ‘glans’, ‘flaring’ and ‘ejaculation’, or forcing out, of semen; which generally contains upwards of four billion sperm, from the penis into the mare’s vagina. ‘Flaring’ of the penis involves it expanding in diameter to prevent semen from leaking out and to press the ejaculate deeper into the mare’s tract with further thrusts.  For the mare; orgasm will cause her vaginal muscles to contract and relax rhythmically, further stimulating and encouraging the stallion to ejaculate more, and drawing the ejaculate deeper into her vagina, making possible 'fertilization', or joining, of the egg with the sperm more likely. These actions will generally create a foal, barring any possible complications…”
The text went on to describe possible reproductive complications; specifics on sex cell fusion and multiplication, and to describe and diagram gestation and birthing, as well as lactation and foal-care suggestions, all of which Twilight read with either great interest or disgust.
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After re-reading the section of text describing breeding, and studying the diagrams further; and without her even realizing it, Twilight’s hooves had started to rub her now soaked and burning sex. Setting the book down, she now focused more on the sensations she was getting from her nether. Twilight looked at the mirror, watching her hoof rub her genitals, this turning her on even more. With every rub, she would increase the force and speed, but never the depth, of her efforts. After a few minutes of hoof-placement variation, she felt everything coming to a head as her sex was clenching on her hoof now. Twilight suddenly gasped, and arched her hips up into her hoof, experiencing her very first orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked through Twilight’s body, her body milking and grinding against her hoof; all the while Twilight was barely able to breathe from the sensations. “Wow,” Twilight said, her head still swimming from her orgasm, “that was amazing; why have I never tried this before?!”
Twilight’s sex still burned, so she picked up and opened the book to see if there was a way to stop her ‘estrus cycle’. Reading a section she'd previously missed, Twilight read aloud; “A mare’s heat will generally end naturally after a period of about two to three weeks without breeding, or after a successful breeding session resulting in a stallion ejaculating inside her. If impregnation is not accomplished, the mare will go into heat again at a later time. There are, however, also other ways to artificially end a mare’s heat; including spells and potions.”  Twilight turned the page again, and noticed a sealed note dropped from inside the book. Picking it up off the floor, Twilight broke the seal, and read the note aloud:
My dearest student Twilight,
If you’re reading this, it means I believe you have grown and learned enough about friendship, and have entrusted you with learning about reproduction; which may lead on to something even deeper then friendship: love. Due to your curiosity and knowing your habits; if you’re reading this note when I expect you are, during your estrus, I have a task for you. You are to travel immediately to Zecora’s hut and ask her to prepare a ‘Heat Potion’ for you. This will end your heat, and thereby any discomfort you may be feeling…unless of course you have a special somepony you want to share it with…
Forever your mentor,
Celestia
Twilight giggled at the last sentence, figuring it was just Celestia pulling another prank on her; Twilight knew that Celestia knew she wasn't romantically interested in anyone. Never one to reject the Sun Princess’s requests, even if it meant putting herself in danger at midnight, Twilight immediately packed her saddlebags with a few essentials; including the book on reproduction, another book involving basic unicorn spells (so she could ask Zecora if any would help with her condition), the note, and a couple carrots and bottles of water just in case, and headed off to the Everfree Forest.
Unbeknownst to Twilight, had she read the last page the letter was covering, she would have discovered the spell to end her heat.

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                       Life Lessons                        
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A Chance Meeting
Twilight had braved the Everfree Forest at night only once before; when the cockatrice had turned her to stone and she had returned back to Ponyville with Fluttershy, being turned back after Fluttershy used “The Stare” (which Twilight still hadn’t had a chance to study or notate upon yet) upon the cockatrice, forcing it to turn her back. Twilight realized this was the first time she had ever been alone at night in the Everfree Forest. Twilight shuddered; she couldn’t decide whether it was at the unpleasant thought, or at the increasing heat in her loins. After a few more minutes of mounting heat and itchiness; Twilight, in her heat-addled state of mind, decided that a quick session of what she had done earlier couldn’t hurt. Maybe she could finally scratch that incessant itch for good! Surely all the beasts in the woods were sleeping now, right? Right…?
Leaning against a comfortably smooth tree, Twilight gathered some leaves to make a makeshift bed so she wouldn’t get dirty “down there” from sitting on the dirt ground. After properly placing them and getting comfortable, Twilight sanitized her hooves, the leaves, and her nethers with a cleansing spell all unicorns are taught to use at a young age. Twi then opened the book about reproduction and once again turned to the diagrams and descriptions of the male anatomy and of sex.
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Twilight slowly moved her hooves down her body, teasing herself; running her hooves over her hardening nipples on the teats barely above her slit, rubbing them with a gasp at how sensitive they were. When she reached her now flowing sex, she dug right in; no more hesitation, no more teasing. She needed to ‘orgasm’, and she needed to ‘orgasm’ now! She went as deep as her hymen would let her, even stretching her limits with it a little; letting the pain mix with her pleasure into a delicious new sensation she’d never felt before. When she felt she was nearing her climax, she rubbed her clit as fast as she could with her hoof. On a stroke of ingenuity, Twilight cast a weak warming spell on her slit, her magic causing a violet flash to light up the clearing she was in momentarily. This was all she could take, and she tipped over her peak, unable to contain a loud moan. She thrust her hips into her hoof once more, and kept her hoof inside herself throughout the intense orgasm; loving the feeling of fullness she got from it, the feeling of something large inside her to clamp down on.
She suddenly heard a rustling in a nearby clump of bushes.
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Inside Big Macintosh’s mind, Denclop struggled for control over Big Mac’s body. Having awakened from the psychic shockwave Denclop had sent at him earlier, Big Mac had been forced through the sex session with Zecora, unable to control his body, but able to feel and sense everything; the tightness of her throat as he thrust into it, the sweet and salty flavor as he licked her dripping wet slit, the way she squeezed on his member when she had cum, him bursting through her cervix and cumming straight into her womb, the seemingly endless orgasm and stream of seed he pumped into her …
He had tried to fight Denclop then, before she had finished the act; but her conviction and will was too strong, and she simply snuffed out his consciousness once more. This time she was unprepared for his awakening, and he had gained control of his body, forcing her out of control for a moment. Big Mac headed towards Canterlot, towards Princess Celestia; surely she knew what was happening and how to fix it!
No more than ten seconds had passed when Big Mac felt himself lose control once more, and be pushed back into the virtual cage he was now in; forced to watch, taste, smell, feel and hear everything, but not be able to directly influence anything. <You silly foal!> the other voice said to him, inside his mind. It seemed he was unable to communicate back, and only she could speak to him. If he had been able to, he could think of a few choice words he’s say to the body-thief.
The voice started once more: <You really think you can prevent me from using you as my vessel? You cannot prevent what is meant to be; you cannot stop my destiny! I’m not stopping until every mare lonely and in need is satisfied, so you be better off to just sit back and enjoy the ride instead of trying feebly to fight me!> Denclop laughed a mocking laugh, laughing as Big Mac tried weakly to fight against her once more. Denclop again sapped his power, and he drifted into the oblivion of unconsciousness once more. Denclop saw a violet flash and heard a moan from between the cracks of a nearby bush and, her curiosity perked, she enabled her cloaking; making the mask totally invisible and undetectable by touch to anypony. She then moved through the bush, towards the moan she had earlier heard.
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Twilight heard the rustling once again and immediately dropped the book and got up, all thoughts of sex forgotten. She prepared her horn to cast offensive magic if needed, but she extinguished her horn as soon as she saw it was Big Macintosh. “OH MY GOSH!” she exclaimed, perhaps louder then she should have, given her location. “It’s you! But…why are you here?”
Big Mac simply shrugged his wide shoulders and said “Lost.”
“Huh,” Twi responded, “but why are you in the Everfree Forest? How did you get lost in such a remote place of Equestria as this?”
“Was goin’ ta help Zecora clean, wasn’t there, so ah left, ‘n’ then got lost” Big Mac said.
“Oh…so she isn’t there?” Twi asked, with a twinge of disappointment in her voice, her flank still burning.
“Eenope.” Big Mac said, shaking his head, forced to lie by Denclop.
A peal of thunder was heard, and a spear of lightning flashed across the sky, lighting the forest and casting spooky shadows around them.
“Oh no,” Twilight said, pacing in place and clearly in alarm, “I totally forgot the weather crew was going to have a downpour today to make up for Ditzy Doo causing a drought!”
Twilight quickly grabbed up her book and the enclosed letter from the ground, shoving it in her saddlebag before it got too wet. Another peal of thunder was heard, and the first drops of rain started falling; the canopy of the forest only preventing some of them from hitting the two ponies.
She looked to Big Mac, and said “Would you like to spend the night at my place? It’s much closer then Sweet Apple Acres and I wouldn't want you getting more soaked on the way there! Plus, we should really get out of this forest before the creatures wake up…”
“Eeyup.” Big Mac responded flatly.
“Come on then, follow me!” Twilight said as she started to a quick trot, then looked back to Big Mac.
“Eeyup.” said Big Mac, matching speed with the now galloping pony in front of him.
Arriving at the library after much longer then Twilight would have liked, a soaked and panting Twilight and Big Mac walked into the foyer, dripping and freezing. “B-b-boy do those p-pegasus know how to d-do a d-d-downpour!” Twilight said through her shivers. After enabling the magic lightning rod upstairs, Twilight cast a warming spell on the library, and then went upstairs to get some towels for them to dry off with... and a mop to clean up the now-soaked floor.
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As Twilight turned away from Big Mac to head upstairs; Denclop noticed Twilight’s wet, puffy slit. She had never noticed it before due to the darkness and commotion caused by the storm. Denclop used Big Mac to smell the air of the library, detecting the trace scent of her heat. Denclop now knew that her duty needed to be fulfilled for this mare.

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               An Anciant Lesson in Breeding               
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An Anciant Lesson in Breeding
As Twilight turned away from Big Mac to head upstairs; Denclop noticed Twilight’s wet, puffy slit. She had never noticed it before due to the darkness and commotion caused by the storm. Denclop used Big Mac to smell the air of the library, detecting the trace scent of her heat. Denclop now knew that her duty needed to be fulfilled for this mare.
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After returning with the towels and mop, both of them drying off and Twilight mopping up the puddle they'd left on the floor; Twilight offered Big Mac some herbal tea and a daisy sandwich, along with a blanket. The sandwich Denclop politely refused; with Big Mac being unable to eat through the mask, but she accepted the tea; realizing she could drink under the mask, and that her vessel still needed to drink, or he would collapse of dehydration. She also accepted the blanket, knowing her vessel would have problems if he got too cold. Twilight nodded, and retrieved a spare blanket from the closet, and provided it to Big Mac. She then unlatched and opened her saddlebags and levitated a carrot of it, taking a bite before heading to the kitchen to make the food.
Denclop dropped the blanket, instead deciding she should use this time to explore the library, and maybe find a way to seduce the young alicorn. Glancing around the room; she noticed a LOT of notes and diagrams all over the room; everything from stars to magical spells. Big Mac’s eyes fell upon a book lying open, fallen from Twilight’s saddlebags, which Twilight had simply dropped on the floor after entering, and so recently opened. She picked up the book to the opened page, only to be introduced to a diagram of a mare’s genitals. This surprise made Denclop flushed and instantly horny. She flipped through the book, only getting more and more aroused, Big Mac’s member starting to grow and harden. She was tempted to make Big Mac clop off, to get herself off, but she knew she needed to save her seed for the needy mare in the other room. She could not abandon her duty for her own selfish needs!
Upon reaching the last page, she noticed a piece of paper stuck inside it. Pulling it out, she noticed a broken seal on it, and recognized the royal seal of Princess Celestia. Upon opening it , she read the letter; she realized that if the young mare with her now had to be told this, it was unlikely she had any sexual experience. A grin crossed Big Mac’s face, as the goddess smiled; the letter not only confirming the mare was in heat, but realizing also that she was an inexperienced virgin! Immediately Denclop started thinking of ways to turn this knowledge to her advantage.
Looking at the page under the letter, she noticed a spell that could end the heat of a mare! Big Mac’s mouth opened as Denclop’s shock was manifested. “Why ever would anypony ever want to end the wonder of a mare’s heat?” she whispered aloud, using Big Mac’s voice. “If every mare used this, it would cause my duty to be made moot, making me worthless…” This turned Denclop’s lust to rage; she tore the page out and, in her fury, shredded the page with Big Mac’s mouth. After the page’s destruction, she bellowed in Big Mac’s gruff voice “I will NOT be made worthless; my destiny WILL be fulfilled!” She had spoken in a low enough voice not to be overheard, but loud enough for her rage to be evident.
Denclop also noticed the other book; "Common Spells for a Young Unicorn" in the saddlebag. After hearing a frustrated groan and the clattering of cooking equipment from the kitchen, Denclop decided she had enough time to read through it and learn a few new things. Skimming through, Denclop quickly memorized a number of spells: the "blink" spell, (enabling her to teleport short distances), the "concentrated force field" (enabling her to protect herself from any physical objects or forces), and finally a "counter-spell" (enabling her to prevent an incoming spell from taking effect). Hearing hoofsteps approaching her, Denclop quickly ran over to and plopped Big Mac down at the place on the floor where he had been when Twi had left.
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Upon returning with a very thick sandwich for herself and 2 large glasses of tea, Twilight levitated one of the glasses over to Denclop, who accepted it with a nod. Twilight then ate like the horse she was. While she ate, Denclop sipped the tea she had given her, and stared at Twilight; considering how best to approach the mare. After considering all the possibilities, Denclop decided to just be straightforward, and speak directly to her.
After Twilight finished off her tea and took her last bite of sandwich, Denclop spoke into her mind: “Hello Twilight, I saw the note in your saddlebag and decided to have a look. Who would have ever guessed I’d have an audience with both the former student of Princess Celestia, and the newest princess!?”
Twilight’s jaw dropped, the remaining bits of sandwich falling out of it onto the floor. “Wha…Who said that, and how did you say it in my head?” she said, rubbing her forehead curiously.
Removing the cloaking spell from herself, Denclop said;  “I am Denclop, Zebra Goddess of Love and Fertility, and you are in heat.”
Twilight blushed, feeling her flank emanate an extra burst of heat at the mention. Never having read about this deity in any of her books before, she asked “…But why have I never read about you before? And are you…controlling Big Macintosh?”
At this, Big Mac grimaced under the mask, and Denclop virtually spit the words: “Likely because that foal Celestia and her sister wanted all the glory to themselves, never mentioning one such as myself, who they viewed under them.” Changing her tone, Denclop said “Regarding your second question, yes I am controlling this “Big Macintosh”. He is my vessel, my way to spread my destiny to all the needing mares!”
Deciding to change the subject to something more appropriate to her, she asked the princess: “So you've read this book, have you?” the goddess asked Twilight, holding up the hardback book about mating, and inciting a gasp and deep blush from the lavender pony.  “Did you ever wonder what it would feel like?”
Twilight felt the blush burning on her face, and responded with: “W-what are you talking about?”
“Breeding, of course.” responded the goddess, probing at the young mare’s seeming curiosity. “Didn’t you ever wonder, while reading that book, what it would feel like to breed with a stallion? To be taken and filled so fully?”
“W-well I…” Twilight stumbled over her words, the blush burning brightly on her face and her flank heating up again. That was enough for the goddess, as she approached the princess, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Twilight was stunned by the sudden feeling, but recovered and pushed back against Big Mac’s lips, liking the feelings her mouth was getting. The kiss went on for a short while, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Due to the intimacy of the kiss, Big Mac’s member had poked out of his sheathe, slowly hardening. Twilight’s sex also responded; starting to up the production of her juices, a couple of drops dripping upon the floor.
After breaking the kiss, Twilight noticed his member, and recoiled slightly at its sudden appearance. “Is that your…” she started, pointing a hoof at his full hard-on. “Yes Twilight,” replied the goddess “This is… my… ‘penis’, the tool I will use to breed you, with your consent.” Twilight gulped, intimidated by the sheer size of it. “But…the book said it would hurt the first time…” Twi said, then looking at Big Mac’s member again, she added “…and how will THAT fit into me?" The goddess grinned internally at Twilight’s naiveté.  “First, yes, it will hurt a bit your first time, but only for a moment. Then it will feel even better than your hoof, which you’ve undoubtedly tried…” Twilight blushed at this, looking away. “No need to be ashamed, my dear, it’s only natural. Secondly, yes, it will fit, I promise.” the goddess said, turning Big Mac’s head to the side and having Big Mac flash her the most sincere smile she could muster from under the mask.
Twilight looked again at his cock, and Big Mac’s member throbbed from the attention; slapping his belly, and causing Twilight to flinch at the unexpected occurrence. “What was…?” Twilight started, but was interrupted by the goddess. “That was just Big Mac’s body saying he’s ready for you, my dear. If you’re ready for him…”
Twilight’s vagina gave an involuntary wink behind her, followed by a burning sensation so hot it made Twilight gasp. Apparently her body was ready, even if she wasn't. “Would it make my heat end?” Twilight asked, already knowing the answer.
This was all the go-ahead the goddess needed, as she released the pink mist again, it surrounding Twilight. “Breathe deep, my mare, for this will help me breed you more…easily.” said Denclop, then stepped back to summon the blue mist, containing it directly near Big Mac. The goddess breathed deeply, as Twilight hesitantly sniffed the air.
Suddenly, Twilight had a memory of her mother at the book-binding house; handing her a freshly bound book, the scent of wet ink and paper in the air. Twilight smelled the mist again, and smelled cool night air and damp grass, a memory of stargazing with her father flashing into her mind. Twilight smiled at the fond memories, realizing how long it had been since she’d seen her parents last.
Denclop spoke up, knowing the effects the mist would have upon the pony;  “You miss your parents, don’t you? Their loving embrace, their activities they do with you? Wouldn't you like somepony to keep you company on those long, dark nights when you’re alone?”
Twilight smiled at this, responding “Well, I do have company. I have Spike, my baby dragon assistant. He is my company, and we spend time together all the time! It’s almost as though I already have somepony to love and take care of…” She giggled, then added “…even if he’s not exactly a pony!”
Denclop knew this wouldn't work the same as it had with the zebra, so she decided to try another course of action. “Very well, you have someone who loves you already; but still, aren't you still curious how breeding works? How it feels?”
Twilight felt her lack of knowledge gnawing at her; her urge to learn and study chewing her resolve and hesitance to splinters. She needed to know. She needed to learn and study how breeding worked first-hoof, and experience it herself, so she could later notate her experiences. “Ok,” she started “I’ll breed with you, but you NEED to be specific on EXACTLY what you’re doing, when you’re doing it, ok?” Denclop nodded, agreeing to depict her every action aloud.
Knowing Twilight didn't know much about breeding, Denclop made Big Mac grab the nearby book on reproduction and set it on a book-stand she found close at hoof. If she were to fulfill her end of the bargain, she’d need to use words the mare was familiar with.
“Ok,” said Denclop,  “First, we’re going to engage in ‘foreplay’. You will stimulate my ‘penis’ and then I will stimulate your ‘vagina’ to prepare us for 'breeding'.”  “Ok,” asked Twilight, “What do I need to do?”  Looking at the book, Denclop said;  “You are to kneel down underneath me and lick the “glans” until I tell you to stop, then I will ‘thrust’ into your throat.”  Twilight’s eyes went wide at this, looking at his huge length, and said, “But I’m not sure I can…”  “Don’t worry,”  interrupted the goddess again,  “I’ll help you with that.”  Twilight did as she was told, and kneeled down underneath Big Mac. She looked at his shaft, intimidated and unsure how to approach the huge thing.
Just then the mist kicked in; it amplified her sensitivity to at least triple what it originally was, as well as her breeding instincts turned fully on, a need to be penetrated and filled being her mind’s only concern. All hesitation left her as she took Big Mac’s girth into her mouth as much as she could, before her gag reflex kicked in and she choked on the massive dong. She pulled back to a comfortable depth, then started swirling her tongue around Big Mac’s cockhead. After doing this for a minute or so, Denclop told her to stop. Denclop, true to her word, relaxed Twilight’s throat muscles; preventing them from causing her to gag again. After discovering she was not gagging anymore, Twilight sunk deeper on the shaft, reaching all the way to the bottom before pulling back up quickly, and gasping for air. Denclop let the mare take her time and experiment, letting her test her limits. After Denclop felt Twilight had become accustomed to deep-throating; she did a slow, gentle hump while she had him in her mouth, pushing the shaft slowly into her throat. This caused Twilight to moan, and her juices to flow down her legs now, pooling at the floor. After a few more thrusts, Denclop pulled out, and told Twilight to get up and turn around; that it was her turn now.
Twilight stood up and turned around as told, and was rewarded by a tongue tracing one of her marejuice streams up her back leg, eliciting an extended gasp from the mare. Twilight was in heaven when he finally reached her puffy treasure, and gave her lips a gentle lick. She felt her pussy wink at him, and then she involuntarily urinate a bit on the floor. In the back of her mind, she criticized herself for peeing on the floor, and that she should clean it up right now, but she couldn't bring her legs to move to get the cleaning supplies. She looked back as Big Mac bent down and sniffed it. Then she noticed the puddle of her juices AND urine on the floor, and that set her off.
“MESS!” Twilight yelled suddenly, startling Big Mac and killing the mood rather quickly. “You made me make a mess, clean it up!” Denclop was rather frustrated at this, and said  “Can we please just get back to breeding? There’s going to be an even bigger mess later, and I’ll clean it up after.” This caused Twilight’s eyes to go wide and her jaw to drop, and despite her loins still burning like the sun, she exclaimed, “Nononononono, you will clean it up now, and you will NOT make a further mess of my nice clean floors again!” Denclop did not like taking orders; and despised her duty being postponed, but decided to go along with it.  “Very well, mare. Calm yourself, I’ll clean it up.” “You’d better!” Twilight said with her usual overreaction to messes or disorder.
Wanting to get the cleanup over with as soon as possible, Denclop grabbed the blanket she had discarded nearby, unfolded it, and threw it over the mess. She then stepped on it to make the blanket absorb the puddle. She approached Twilight’s rear again, but Twilight moved away from her. “Go put it in the laundry room!” Denclop had Big Mac sigh, but she did as she was told, and levitated the soiled blanket to the laundry room in order to avoid drips along the way.
Upon Denclop returning, Twilight suggested they go up to her room instead, as her bed had a permanent waterproofing spell cast on it, to prevent it from getting dirty. Denclop grudgingly agreed, and they headed upstairs. Before they headed upstairs, however, Declop levitated the bookstand with the mating book with them, knowing she’d need it. Before they even reached the bed, Denclop snuck a lick in on Twilight’s slit, savoring the flavor. Twilight stopped and shivered, the feeling that one lick caused going up and down her spine like electricity. Taking this as a cue, Denclop licked again, getting the same result. Twilight decided they could forget about the bed, her burning slit finally taking over her thoughts. The mess they would cause could easily be cleaned up later, right? For a few moments, Twilight stood there, feeling Big Mac’s wide tongue licking into her needing cunt. Before Big Mac could even get into it, her loins were screaming to be bred. Suddenly, Twilight yelled aloud “ENOUGH HORSING AROUND, WOULD YOU BREED ME ALREADY!?”
”As you wish, my mare.” Denclop said, a smile creeping across Big Mac’s face as he stole one more lick on Twilight’s gem. Looking at the book, Denclop said “Ok, now I am going to have you lay down, and am going to ‘thrust my penis into your vagina’. Twilight knelt her front half down while lifting her rear, her body guiding her into a traditional breeding position. “Like this?” she asked, getting a giggle from Denclop. “If you wish to breed in this position, we shall, my mare.”
Big Mac’s member slapped his underside before he crouched down on the waiting mare. Denclop lined up Big Mac’s member before asking Twilight if she was ready. With Twilight giving a rapid chain of nods, Denclop grinned, and pressing Mac’s cockhead to her entrance. Twilight gasped at the sensation, and immediately yelled out “PUT IT IN ME ALREADY!” Denclop responded with a hard thrust, sinking halfway in and breaking through her hymen all at once. Twilight gasped again, but for a different reason this time, as Big Mac proceeded to slowly hilt himself inside her. After the initial intense stabs of pain as Big Mac moved deeper inside her, the pain was not as intense as she imagined it would be, but was still more then she would have liked; the stinging sensation overtaking any pleasure she had been feeling. “Ow…” Twilight groaned quietly, as a few drops of blood mixed with her juices and dripped out of her freshly deflowered slit, ending up on the floor. “Worry not, my mare. Denclop spoke gently, “The pain will be over soon. Tell me when you’re ready for me to proceed.”
After the pain had mostly subsided, Twilight took in all the sensations at her loins: she felt his massive ‘shaft’ stretching along the her entire passage, his ‘medial ring’ rubbing a rather sensitive spot inside her, his ‘glans’ rubbing against what felt deep enough to be her ‘cervix’, and finally his huge ‘testicles’ rubbing against her ‘clitoris’ with every deep breath he took. “Ok,” said Twilight, already almost overtaken by the sensations of just him being inside her, “you can proceed.” Big Mac wasted no time, pulling out and giving another series of slow, but deep thrusts. Twilight gasped, her head swimming with pleasure already. “MORE!” Twilight yelled out, feeling Big Mac’s pace increase at her demand. Every thrust caused Big Mac’s medial ring to rub her clit, bringing Twilight closer and closer to orgasm. With one particularly deep thrust, Big Mac's medial ring hit that magical spot inside her, and Twilight cried out; her first orgasm overtaking her as her internal muscles hugged Big Mac’s shaft, trying to milk from it what it was not yet time for.
Denclop proceeded to slam into Twi through her orgasm, taking her clenching hole roughly;  with every thrust Mac’s partially flaring ‘glans’ rubbing that magical spot inside her and his 'medial ring' rubbing her clit, making Twilight immediately cum again. Denclop spoke up "My vessel is going to 'orgasm' soon, my mare. I will ‘flare’ and 'ejaculate' 'semen' into your 'uterus', and his 'sperm'' will 'fertilize' your 'egg'. This will create new life in you; this will let me continue my duty, my destiny!
As Big Mac neared his climax, and Twilight her third, the door to the library suddenly blew open with a magical pulse, and there stood Princess Celestia, looking furious.

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                     A Chance Meeting                      
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Revelations of Her Destiny
“Get off her now, Denclop!” Celestia screamed, the walls shuddering from the force of her voice.
Denclop immediately scrambled up, dismounting and pulling out of Twilight with a loud pop! and making a dash for the door in one movement; knowing her freedom and her Destiny were at risk. Celestia cast an incapacitation spell at Denclop, but underestimated her abilities; as Denclop cast a counterspell barrier, combining the counterspell and the shield she had learned from earlier. Celestia tried to send other spells to stop her, and even sent a chair flying at her, but to no avail. She and her ‘vessel’  ran down the street, only the light-pink glow of her magic spell and the candlelight of the streetlamps accompanying her. Celestia took to the air, and tried to catch up with them; but when she was part-way down the road, a light-pink puff of light emanated from the red pony, and they were gone.
Cursing, Celestia set her magic to work on tracing the spell, knowing it would take a long while to trace the magic that Denclop used to ‘blink’. "Perhaps too long... "  Celestia thought grimly. After a brief preparation, Celestia walked inside the library; ready with condolences and explanations on what Denclop was, and why she was doing what she was. She was greeted to quite a scene.
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Celestia walked into the room, only to see Twilight still laying in the same mating position on the floor;  her eyes glazed over, trembling, and her hips still gyrating as thought she were mating. Celestia blushed at seeing her student like this, and quickly cast a counterspell to end the mist’s effects on Twilight. Twilight immediately stopped gyrating her hips and slowly got up, still trembling, and shook her head. A very deep blush crossed her face when she saw Celestia there a moment later, and she quickly hid herself behind her wings. Celestia walked over to Twilight and gently placed a hoof on the wing covering her face, softly stroking it. Twilight flinched at the touch, still very sensitive from the actions she was engaged in moments ago.
Celestia spoke softly, knowing Twilight’s delicate position; “Now, now, my dear, there was nothing you could do to prevent this. You were inexperienced with essentially your first heat, and didn’t know what to expect. This is my fault for overly-sheltering you, and preventing you from learning this essential knowledge before I let you stay in Ponyville alone during the springtime. It is also my fault for not teaching you of Denclop, but I think you can understand why I keep the number of ponies in the know about 'it' to a minimum. Now that you have…encountered 'it', I should probably tell you what Denclop is, and where 'it' comes from. But first… something to help out with your heat" Celestia accepted a bottle from Zecora, and tapped Twilight’s wing with it. Twilight's wing fluttered,  Celestia finally rousing a response from the purple alicorn. Celestia spoke up again, "Zecora came and got me as soon as she could escape the spell cast upon her; but before she did get to me, she quickly prepared this. She figured somepony may need it."
Twilight didn’t respond, the blush under her wings burning almost hotter than her unsatisfied loins.
Upon another tap on her wing from the bottle, Twilight slightly moved her wing, allowing only cracks for her to look out from; she saw a corked potion bottle balanced on Celestia’s hoof, held out to her. Twilight knew the bottle and what the green-brown liquid it contained was; she levitated the bottle from her mentor’s hooves and brought it under her wings. A drinking sound was heard, as well as a slight backwards tilt of Twilight’s body. Twilight remained under her wings, but the shaking stopped, her heat waning.
A couple minutes later, after the potion had completely ended her heat's effects, Twilight finally summoned enough courage to move her wings. Twilight immediately ran to and embraced Celestia, and Celestia softly ran her hoof over Twilight’s hair, trying to calm the now crying and trembling pony.
After Twilight had calmed down, Celestia wondered if now was a good time to talk about Denclop, so soon after Twilight’s ‘encounter’ with 'it'. She decided that Twilight needed to know if she was going to help in the apprehension of Denclop, and because she was a Princess, and should know such things.  Celestia took a deep breath, knowing much needed to be said.
Before Celestia could start, still in Celestia's embrace, Twilight asked in shaky and almost inaudible voice; “How did you know she was after me?”
Celestia looked over to Zecora, and said “The moment Zecora awoke after her…“encounter” with Denclop, she knew she needed to make it to me, and alert me Denclop was activated. After preparing the heat potion and leaving her shack, Zecora saw you in the Everfree Forest with Big Macintosh, heading towards Ponyville. Knowing she couldn't fight against such a powerful foe alone, especially in her condition; she hesitantly continued on her path to reach me without warning you. All she could do was hope we could make it to you in time, and fortunately we did.”
Twilight nodded, and smiled at Zecora, understanding and letting her know that she had made the right choice. Zecora smiled back. Twilight then started to ask another question, but Celestia held a hoof up, silencing her. “Please Twilight, I know you have many questions. If you let me tell you about Denclop’s origins, I’m sure they will all be answered. If, after I finish, you have additional questions, you may ask then.” Celestia smiled, then asked “Ok?”
Twilight nodded, and Celestia decided to start to tell the history of Denclop again, looking to Twilight before taking another deep breath.
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“Many years ago; myself, Luna, and Starswirl the Bearded went to the land where the zebras come from. We had been asked there to help a tribe that was growing smaller and smaller by the year; with deaths, but no births.  They were unable to have foals, and nopony knew why. One day, Starswirl the Bearded came up with what, at the time, all three of us thought was a great idea. Starswirl had enchanted a mask of the tribe’s, a mask of the goddess they called Denclop, in a way that could help the ponies breed. The spell was programmed to believe it to be its ‘divine duty’ and ‘destiny’ to breed with mares, and give them the 'gift' of offspring.”
Celestia took a breath, and then continued.
“Starswirl had actually given a spell sentience; the ability to think and discern, to make up its own mind. I have since banned these spells from ever being used or taught again, for reasons I will soon make obvious. The zebras are a superstitious sort; they believe everything, even their children and potions, are gifts from their gods.  Starswirl enchanted one of their masks so the tribe would feel comfortable with him helping them with their epidemic of infertility, zebras initially being somewhat uneasy of others outside their tribe."
"Starswirl based the spell’s personality upon the zebra's mythological figure Denclop, Goddess of Fertility and Love, which the mask was formed in honor of. According to their myth, Denclop was a loving god, and was able to give life and make ponies fall in love. However, Denclop also had a darker side, and was able to “possess a vessel to do Her will” whenever she deemed it necessary to 'show her place' to the ponies. Starswirl left this personality trait in so the tribe leader would believe that Starswirl had received it from the goddess herself, as he had told them he had.”
Celestia paused a moment to sit down, and get comfortable. Twilight left her side and went to sit with Zecora on the floor. Celestia then filled and levitated a glass of water from the kitchen to herself and took a drink before returning to the story.
“Starswirl made the spell activate when a stallion touched the mask during breeding season, and when there was a potentially fertile female nearby. When the mask was activated; it would be put on by, or disable then magically tether itself to, the one who touched it, and would proceed to breed with as many fertile females as were available, the mask releasing a spell Starswirl had programmed for it to use dependent on the gender that the mask felt was infertile. If it were a male, automatically including its ‘vessel’, the mask would release a spell that would affect the male’s sexual fluid and reproductive cell production, as well as libido, making him far more fertile and able to breed constantly. If it was a female, it would make her go into estrus and ovulate, but only if she were already starting to go into estrus. The spell would also strengthen her mating instincts if she was already in heat, compelling her to mate with the ‘vessel’.  The mask would cause all fertile females within its senses to be breed before the mask shut itself down, its ‘duty fulfilled’. But Starswirl was not a foal, you see. Starswirl knew the mask could get out of control, so he made it so the mask could only bind to one ‘vessel’, one host, and could be “shut down” with a single phrase, only able to be reactivated again once touched by another stallion during a breeding season.”
Celestia sighs and rubs her head with her hooves before proceeding.
“The mask was never supposed to leave the tribe. It was supposed to be only used that one time to help that tribe live on. However Starswirl , that stupid foal!, brought the mask back to Canterlot with him as some sort of memento. The next breeding season, a stallion royal guard tasked with guarding the mask picked it up with his bare hooves and….”
Tears came to Celestia’s eyes, and she nearly broke down crying. She took a moment to compose herself again, steeling herself for the next part.
“…and he proceeded to rape one of our mare royal assistants, and attempt to rape my sister, Princess Luna. Apparently, unbeknownst to us, Starswirl had “taught” the mask to incapacitate unwilling, or even willing, participants with an incapacitation spell, which it could even target to specific muscles. This was so ALL fertile females in the tribe would be with foal, even if they didn't want to be. He thought that the tribe needed as many new foals as possible in order to recover from its near extinction. This incapacitation spell also silenced all spells trying to be cast by the victim, and all physical actions to be for naught. It basically made them into the vessel’s…seed receptacle, them unable to stop him from breeding them, but able to sense and feel everything. Also, after breeding them, the mask would place a spell upon their womb and cervix, sealing it and preventing any physical or magical tampering. This was to protect the foal, and to prevent anypony from trying to hurt or remove it before it was ready to be born.”
Celestia shook her head at the stupidity of her royal magician, unbelieving of how foalish he could be.
“After… having his way…with the royal assistant, and before he had…finished…with Luna, Starswirl had been summoned and screamed the kill command, causing the guard to be released from the mask’s influence, and the mask to be deactivated.. After the guard apologized profusely, we sent him back to his job with a harsh reprimand, and commanding Starswirl to remove the enchantment from the mask. Starswirl returned later, telling us that the mask had sealed itself in an anti-magic shield, making it impossible to destroy or totally disenchant. He told us he had not programmed it with initially and it must have learned it from a spell book during its possession of the royal guard, making us aware of the dangerous growth potential of its powers. He reported that all he had managed to disable through the spell was the mask's ability to influence the reproductive behavior of males other then its 'vessel'. This was definitely a good thing, as without that downsizing of her powers of all reproduction, she could have caused every mare in Equestria to be with foal by now! Despite the known risks, Luna and I decided to send the mask back to the zebras’ homeland, along with the warning of what it was capable of, considering it safer there with those who experienced its power, then among those who were unknowing of it."
Celestia looked to Twilight and asked “Do you know that zebra tribe we used the mask to help and sent it to once again? They’re still thriving to this day, and are one of the biggest tribes in the land.” Celestia smiled, and then proceeded with her recounting.
“We took the mask from Starswirl and gave it to a trusted zebra mare that had come with us to Canterlot, knowing it only activated with the touch of a stallion. She swore to protect it, and to not let it get into anypony’s hooves. This zebra mare, an ancestor of Zecora, took it back to her homeland with her. The mask was passed down generations in Zecora’s family, hidden and protected by a chosen mare descendant from ever being touched by a stallion during spring or summer…but now here we are”
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After celestia finished recounting Denclop's history, Zecora looked down and shrunk away, ashamed that she had let the mask slip from her protection. She felt that she had shunned her family’s royally appointed duty, and her mother's trust in her by entrusting her with guarding the mask, by letting the mask possess Big Macintosh.
Looking at Twilight, whose jaw was agape, Celestia gave her time to take in the information she had just told her.
Zecora looked down to her belly, then back up to Princess Celestia, and spoke up; “Princess Celestia, for the answer to me is mysterious; I have a question for you only because I am curious. Please do tell; is there any way to undo that womb spell?” Celestia responded with a shake of her head, causing the zebra to sink back. “No known spells that we tried on that poor mare the guard…bred with…worked. She, however, ended up giving birth to a healthy filly. She later told us that she regretted asking us to try to get rid of her foal, and that she didn't know what she would do without her.” Celestia said, giving Zecora a wink. Zecora simply smiled back, and looked down at and rubbed her belly.
"But Princess Celestia," Twilight asked, finally finishing processing the information from the information dump she had earlier received,  "Why can't you just speak that kill command word thingy that Starswirl used to stop her?"
"Because, my dear Twilight," Celestia started "The code word was locked away in the Starswirl the Bearded Wing of my castle. It was only ever used once, only by Starswirl, and I can't remember it after only hearing it once over two thousand years ago. I never saw a need to unlock his box it was contained in, nor learn the code word; because Denclop was so well secured by Zecora's family."
"Well, we need to go to your castle and learn it immediately!" Twilight said, unfurling her wings and preparing to take off.
Celestia held a hoof up,  stopping Twilight from taking off. "I said it WAS there." Celestia said, "It was lost many years ago when Discord took over Equestria. If it still exists, it is lost, and unlikely to easily be found."
Twilight's head lowered to the ground, "Then how will we stop Denclop if we don't have the kill command?"
Celestia nodded, her horn starting to glow "We ask the one who lost it..."

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                   Divinity's Instrument                   
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Divinity's Instrument
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.
~ ~ ~
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.
~ ~ ~
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.
~ ~ ~
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.

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                     Pinkie-Apple Pie                      
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Pinkie-Apple Pie
Shortly after the letter regarding Lyra’s rape was sent to Princess Celestia; a panting Big Mac traveled deeper into the moonlit town of Ponyville. Soon afterwards, he caught the scent of another mare in heat. Denclop made him travel to a building nearby that looked like it was made entirely of sweets, the scent of apple pie floating from the general area. The pie smelled good, but the mare smelled better. Big Mac approached the building, then turned the corner; following the scent of the mare in heat. His journey ended when he saw a hot pink mare with a poofy candy-cotton tail bent over, placing something on a table. Her tail was raised, putting her puffy pink slit on display.
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As Denclop approached, suddenly Pinkie Pie turned around. Denclop stopped in her tracks, as the mare was now looking on her true self; Denclop having disabled her cloaking because it was draining her energy reserves for no apparent reason, as the streets were seemingly abandoned. Then Pinkie opened her mouth…
“Hi Big Mac! Nice mask! Are you here for my ‘Pinkie Pie’s Apple Pie Eating Party? It’s only you and me, but hey, it’s still a party! Oh, and Gummy of course! Anyhow, the pies are still hot, cuz I just took them outta the oven, but they’ll cool off soon; that’s why I brought them out here to cool after all, to eat them! Then the party can start! I know how much you love apples, being around them all the time and eating them and bucking them out of the trees and, uh-doy!, delivering them to everypony in Ponyville! I didn’t really intend for this to be a costume party or to be for anypony other then Gummy and I, but that’s ok, I didn’t send out any invitations, so how would you know?! Oh wait, except to Gummy! Gummy always gets an invitation to any shindig, party, hootenanny, hoe-down, or any other kinda gathering I do! I wouldn’t want him to feel lonely or left out or anything just because he’s a baby alligator without teeth. Oh that reminds me of this one time Gummy-“
Denclop plopped down on Big Mac’s haunches and shut out the sound of Pinkie’s voice the best she could with Big Mac’s hooves, seeming to forget she could just shut the pony up with her powers. Pinkie appeared in front of her now, hopping in her excitement to see another pony to join her in her impromptu party.  Then Pinkie started up again; “Aw, what’s the matter, you tired? OOH! The pie’s probably cool; you want a slice of pie? Come on inside for a piece of pie, or you could have a full pie!!! *gasp* I want a full pie!!” Denclop grinned at this, knowing how much she wanted to give the mare a “full pie”. Pinkie Pie shoved the stallion’s planted flank towards the door of Sugar Cube Corner; somehow moving the stallion two times her weight into the lobby of the building, then running outside to get all the pies.
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After the pink menace had left, Denclop removed Big Mac’s hooves from his ears and opened her eyes, greeted to a floor covered in crumbs and various other pastry flaking, along with a glass-covered case in front of her displaying what produced those crumbs. She looked around, seeing a number of tables and stools around, along with a stairway that seemed to lead upstairs to the bedrooms.
Pinkie ran back inside and dropped the pies on the table, before running to the refrigerator and grabbing a huge can of aerosol whipped cream. She placed the can’s tip in her mouth and pressed down on it, sending a stream of whipped cream into her grinning mouth. After completely filling her mouth with the whipped cream, she held the can out to Denclop; offering her to do the same thing. Denclop refused with a shake of her head, and Pinkie shrugged, gulping down the entire mouthful before refilling her mouth, and moving on to hose down the pies with it.
Denclop was getting impatient. This mare needed to be bred, but she was seemingly oblivious to it. Big Mac’s member, however, was starting to react to Pinkie’s heated scent; peaking out of his sheath, starting to grow and harden. While Pinkie continued to hose down the pies with whipped cream, the whipped cream pile on most now about 4 inches high, Big Mac’s member grew to its full length. Pinkie proceeded to dig an apple pie, face first. She ate it within seconds, and all that was left was a dirty pie tin. She then proceeded to lick her whole face clean in one circular motion of her tongue, a dull shine coming off the saliva that was left there.
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A moment later, Pinkie turned around, holding a pie in her hoof to offer to Big Mac. She noticed his fully erect member, set the pie back down on the table, and walked over to him. Pinkie sat down and looked at his member for a good minute, seemingly intrigued. Denclop watched her all the while; waiting to see what she was going to do. “I didn’t know you could grow popsicles down there!” Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, causing Denclop to flinch at her sudden yelp. Pinkie Pie suddenly bent down and giving Mac’s “popsicle” a test lick. “Mmm, it tastes like apples!” She said, getting a taste of Big Mac’s precum. She continued to lick his member, Denclop just standing there, somewhat stunned by the mare’s sudden sexual interest in her.
Then Denclop had an idea. She reached over and grabbed the can of whipped cream off the nearby table and sprayed some on Mac’s “popsicle”, much to Pinkie’s delight.  “Oooh! Whipped cream on apples is my faaaaaaavorite flavor!” she yelled out, before taking the entire member into her mouth and throat, still mumbling something incomprehensible while trying to deepthroat his rod. Denclop expected her to choke on it like the others had; so she relaxed Pinkie’s throat muscles, allowing her an easier time of it. However, Pinkie pulled back and continued to suck on Mac’s head with her mouth, trying to get more of that apple-flavored cream to come out, still mumbling the whole time.
Pinkie noticed her “private parts” starting to get more hot and wet again, so she reached back and just dug her hoof in; this not being the first time she had clopped today, with the last time only being minutes before while she had been waiting for the pies to get done. Denclop noticed this, and knew this wouldn't do. She was the goddess of love and fertility, and she couldn't just stand idly by once again while a mare pleasured herself. Denclop nudged her hoof aside with Big Mac’s muzzle, and licked the fluids off her hoof, eliciting a gasp from Pinkie; the underside of hooves her hooves being very sensitive. Denclop rather enjoyed the flavor of her juices; a very sweet flavor, mixed with the flavor of mare she so loved. She used Big Mac’s tongue to lick Pinkie's outer lips, causing a moan and shiver from Pinkie, who continued to work her mouth on Big Mac’s member. Denclop then pushed his muzzle and tongue into her swollen pussy; eliciting a loud gasp from Pinkie and causing her to pause her efforts on his member, in shock over the feelings she was getting from the tongue burrowing into her passage. When she’d recovered enough, she went back to work on her hunt for apple-cream, occasionally being rewarded with a squirt; while Denclop kept licking for more of that sweet liquid she’d quickly become fond of.
  After a short time, Denclop felt the all-too-familiar pressure welling up in Big Mac’s balls. She tried to pull out of Pinkie’s mouth, but it was like a vacuum, sucking her in and not letting her get away. She decided to just let the mare have her fun; she could always make Big Mac’s body make more seed whenever she wanted. She stopped trying to pull out, and just let it go. Meanwhile, Pinkie let out a muffled squeal as she felt her heated slit send out pulse after pulse of pleasure, clenching around the tongue buried in her as Pinkie started her orgasm; sending out a gush of her juice, spraying on Big Mac’s face and Denclop’s mask. Big Mac moaned, the vibrations sending Pinkie wild, and his body let loose a torrent of “apple cream”; much to Pinkie’s delight. Pinkie moaned happily, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the sticky white fluid while her passage spasmed around the tongue inside her, shudders going throughout her body.
When both had come off their respective orgasms, Pinkie licked clean Big Mac’s member, not missing a single drop of his ‘apple cream’, while Big Mac cleaned her marejuice from her slit and his face.  “Boy that was fun!” Pinkie said unsteadily, her head still swimming in her afterglow. “We should do that again!” Since the mare seemed more than a little comfortable around Big Mac now, Denclop decided it was time to introduce herself properly. ”Hello, mare. I am Denclop, Goddess of Love and Fertility. You had fun? I would like to offer you do something even more fun upstairs in your room.”
Pinkie got a confused look on her face and rubbed her head, clearly wondering where the voice was coming from. “My name’s Pinkie Pie, but hey, where are you?” Pinkie asked, “Are we playing hide and see? I love hide and seek! This one time, when I was playing hide and seek with Twilight I-“
“I’m right in front of you!” Denclop interrupted.
“Nuh, uh! That’s Big Mac, not ‘Denclop’!” Pinkie said.
Denclop was starting to get frustrated; she yelled  "I’M EMBODIED IN THE MASK ON BIG MACINTOSH, YOU FOAL! Big Macintosh is my vessel! I control him!"
“Jeez, no need to get so huffy, Miss Snooty Mc-Huffypants.” Pinkie said, sticking her tongue out.
The goddess was about to just shut her up and take her like she had that mint-colored mare, but decided to give her another chance to submit to her; as she really liked the satisfaction of a willing mate.  “I will ask you once more, do you wish to go upstairs with me to have “more fun”, or should I just take you here?”
Pinkie's smile increased ten-fold, having been too distracted by the sudden voice in her head earlier to understand anything she’d said other than her name. “You’re saying there’s something even more fun than what we did?! SIGN ME UP!” She exclaimed, Denclop barely starting to stand up as Pinkie ran up the stairs with her normally fast speed.
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Denclop got up as quickly as Big Mac’s body could and pursued her, but once she reached the top of the stairs, she didn't know which room Pinkie had gone into. A puffy pink-haired head poked out of the farthest room, looking back with her blue eyes. “What are you doing Miss Slow-Flank! You promised me fun, let’s get to it!”
Denclop didn't need to be told twice, and quickly closed the distance between the stairs and the doorway Pinkie had looked out of, pushing open the door when she’d reached it. Inside, she saw the basics: a desk, dresser, wardrobe, and of course the bed; a bed side table on either side, and the bed itself adorned with a green-plaid quilt and a two big, fluffy white pillows at the top. One of those pillows was sent flying at Denclop the second she walked in, startling her and making her throw up her protective shield in surprise. The pillow harmlessly bounced off her shield; landing on the floor with a dull thump, and making Pinkie sigh in disappointment. “Well, that was no fun! It was supposed to hit you!” she said, still looking at Denclop while lying on her bed; the masked red stallion standing in the doorway, head still turned away and shield up. Denclop slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the object that was thrown at her, and then quickly lowered her shield after realizing the harmlessness of the object, her pride taking a hit from the whole ordeal.
Denclop cleared Big Mac’s throat, and said  Ok, ‘Pinkie’. Are you ready for the ‘fun’?  The pink mare before her on the bed shook her head repeatedly, her over-enthusiasm of the unknown characteristic of her. “Is it like a game?” Pinkie asked, completely oblivious of Denclop’s intentions. “it’s a game in a way, yes,” responded Denclop, approaching the bed. “Well, what’s it called and how do we play it?” Pinkie eagerly asked, always happy to learn a new game. “It’s called “My Destiny” Pinkie, and I’m about to fulfill it.” Pinkie giggled, oblivious of the implications of a fertility goddess ‘fulfilling her destiny’ with her, then said “Well that’s a funny name for a game! It should definitely have a better name! Maybe I should give it one after I learn how to play! What do you think?” Pinkie said, squirming on the bed, her heat starting to get to her. “How do we play?” she asked, to which Denclop thought carefully how to respond; deciding which position she would rather use. After a moment’s deliberation, she responded “Lay on your back on the end of the bed and spread your legs. I’ll do the rest.” “Okie-dokie-lokie!” responded Pinkie, grabbing a pillow and placing it under her head before doing as she was told; lying on her back with her legs spread, exposing her puffy treasure.
Denclop wasted no time, summoning the pink mist around Pinkie, making it smell like freshly-baked apple pie with whipped cream; her having learned earlier that Pinkie loved that combination, and Denclop wanted her to breathe as much of the mist as she could. Pinkie breathed deep, this being one of her favorite scents, but unbeknownst to her was what it was doing to her. Denclop stepped back from the bed, summoning and inhaling the blue mist, an extra amount this time since she expended some of his seed earlier.
Pinkie felt the heat in her rump rise up, an intensity she’d never felt before. “What’s going on? My thingy’s never felt this hot before!” she asked Denclop, a trace of concern in her voice at the uncommonly hot feeling between her legs. “I am just preparing your body for the game my dear.” Denclop responded, and then took another breath of the mist surrounding Big Mac. After she was sure she’d have enough seed, she approached the bed and looked at Pinkie’s treasure in front of her.
Denclop licked Big Mac’s lips in anticipation, looking at the swollen mound as though it were the finest truffle from Prance. She started slowly licking around the outer lips, teasing Pinkie. Pinkie shuddered in response, and then pushed her mound against Big Mac’s muzzle; subconsciously displaying her eagerness to get on with it. Denclop took the hint, and penetrated Pinkie with her tongue, tasting the extra-sweet flavor of her juices. Pinkie squealed and shuddered excessively at the penetration; her sensitivity through the roof. Denclop continued to probe deep, loving the very sweet flavor of this mare, and wanting more of her juice, having gotten but a taste earlier. This continued for a couple minutes, Denclop changing the pace and occasionally flicking over Pinkie’s clit, getting rewarded a sweet moan and a shudder every time. Denclop suddenly felt Pinkie's pussy clamp down hard on Big Mac’s tongue, followed by a gush of the sweet juices she’d desired. Pinkie cried out and her hooves twitched like crazy; her head thrashing back and forth across the pillow it was pressed down hard into.  Denclop left Big Mac’s tongue in there, letting the mare milk the diminutive-sized object until she came off her orgasm. Denclop then proceeded to lick up her nectar, occasionally getting a shudder from Pinkie. After she had finished, Pinkie slurred out, “That was....great.”, drunk on pleasure.  That is only the beginning, my mare” Denclop responded, Big Mac’s member slapping against his underside.
Big Mac climbed over Pinkie, and pulled his hips back, his member lined up perfectly to her burning snatch.  Denclop asked “Are your ready to be bred, my mare?” Pinkie nodded slowly, not quite sure what she was agreeing to; her energy being sapped by the lickings she’d gotten, and her concentration still on the afterglow of her most recent one. With Pinkie’s confirmation, Denclop started pushing forward; Pinkie’s back hooves moving forward with his hips, as he slowly penetrated her lips. Pinkie gasped, never having something so big enter her before, her hoof not being able to enter her passage very far before it started hurting. Denclop soon reached a barrier; as she’d expected, Pinkie was a virgin. ”This is going to hurt, my mare, but only for a moment. Then it will feel great.” She said, and before Pinkie could respond, Denclop pulled Big Mac’s hips back further and slammed hard into Pinkie, breaking her hymen and hilting Big Mac's penis inside her.
“OWIE!” Pinkie cried out, feeling a sudden intense stinging in her loins, the shock of it bringing her out of her afterglow and back to her senses. Pinkie tried to pull back, to pull away from what was causing her pain; but Denclop quickly reacted, pushing in to the hilt again, and saying “Be calm my mare; I’m sorry it has to hurt the first time, but the pain will be over soon. Tell me when it stops hurting, and we shall have more ‘fun’. Pinkie whimpered, tears welling in her eyes as him pushing it back in had made the stinging intensify briefly. Moments later, the stinging reduced to a dull itch, which quickly intensified to a burning need. “Um, Denclop, I think my thingy wants some more now.” Pinkie said, grinding her hips against Big Mac’s hilted cock experimentally.   Very well, my mare, let me do all the work. Just lay back and enjoy.” Denclop responded, and got into a better position; which would allow her to use gravity to her advantage to pound the mare harder and deeper.
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In position, Denclop pulled Big Mac’s hips back and thrust in hard, the position giving her a lot of leverage and making her able to penetrate very deeply. Denclop hilted deep inside Pinkie, and Pinkie groaned loudly; the feeling of being speared so deep sending a rush of tingling pleasure throughout her whole body. Denclop pulled Big Mac’s member out and thrust in again, this time actually touching Pinkie’s cervix. Pinkie pressed her head back into the pillow, and moaned loudly; her back hooves shivering with the pleasure she was receiving. She also had a front hoof in her mouth, her biting on it to cope with the intense feelings of pleasure radiating from her loins. Denclop picked up the pace, starting to thrust faster, and as deep as she could make her vessel go, tapping Pinkie's cervix with every thrust. Pinkie bit even harder on her hoof, feeling the pace and intensity of her pulses of pleasure increase.
Denclop looked down at her mare, feeling the intensity of Big Mac’s pulses and thrusts increase. “Ready for your cream pie, my mare?”  Denclop asked, Big Mac’s teeth gritted. Pinkie was too lost in her pleasure to respond, having removed the hoof from her mouth and instead having her tongue hang out, panting hard. Denclop took this as a yes, and responded by thrusting three times as hard as she could muster, causing Pinkie to yelp loudly at each as they caused his medial ring to rub her clit hard.  On the last one, Denclop hilted as deep as she could get Big Mac to go and felt Big Mac’s head flare; letting loose a huge torrent of Big Mac’s ‘apple cream’ that exploded into Pinkie’s needing pussy, splashing right against her cervix. Pinkie’s shudders increased as Pinkie’s hooves shot down to Big Mac’s hips, trying to help her inner muscles in pulling him even deeper into herself. She let out a high-pitched squeal as her orgasm overtook her, seeing stars and shuddering hard as her pussy clenched down hard on Big Mac’s pumping length, trying to milk every drop from him.  Most of what he put into her leaked past his flared head and was pushed back out of Pinkie, streaming down her tail onto the floor; as her cervix wouldn't give to the pressure like most mare’s would have.
They stayed like this for a while, Pinkie clenching on his spewing member, and Big Mac shooting as deep into her as possible. After Pinkie had come off her orgasm, she started to grind against his still-squirting member, and asked “Ready for another 'game'?”
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Denclop was surprised at the mare’s endurance, this being Pinkie’s third orgasm (that she knew of, a fourth occurring shortly before she'd arrived) in under thirty minutes. Denclop liked that in a mare. Denclop pulled out, and caused a stream of seed to flow from Pinkie’s pussy and land in her already-soaked tail. Denclop got up, and then told Pinkie to get off the bed and to stand up, with her legs spread. Pinkie obeyed, getting up and into the position she was told, her spread pussy still leaking all over the floor. Big Mac smelled her flowing slit, his member soon getting hard again from the scent of a mare in heat. Pinkie instinctively raised her tail and winked her lips at the stallion behind her, causing a drip of semen to drip off her clit and onto the floor.
Big Mac instantly mounted her again and thrust right in, her passage very slippery from his first deposit of seed and her own juices. Pinkie’s head lowered to the floor with teeth gritted, and she was overtaken again by intense pleasure, her passage being very over-sensitive from its last pounding. Big Mac’s hips moved quickly, Denclop eager to once again fill the mare who had the nerve to ask for seconds. Big Mac pounded into her at full throttle for a number of minutes, all while Pinkie’s head remained down, too absorbed in the intense pleasure to do much else.
Suddenly, Pinkie’s head shot up and cocked backwards, her tongue lulling out as she squealed out; “Wowie-zowie, my brain just went powie!” Her passage started to contract again on Big Mac’s member; the sudden increase of tightness on his member setting off Big Mac’s orgasm. With a hilting thrust, he pushed deep into her as he gushed more seed into her already-full passage. After a minute of non-stop increasing pressure, her resilient cervix finally gave in; and a gush of his seed was welcomed directly into her womb. Pinkie screamed aloud at the sensation, her body starting a fifth orgasm right in the middle of her fourth. Denclop continued to pump Big Mac’s seed into the vigorous mare, Pinkie finally seeming to run out of steam as her belly started to expand.  Big Mac’s gushes reduced to spurts, finally stopping as he reached the end of his orgasm. Denclop dismounted and pulled out, a huge gush of Mac’s seed rushing out of the pleasured mare and landing on the floor with a loud splat.
Pinkie collapsed on the floor as soon as he pulled out, so overtaken by the sensations that she immediately passed out. Denclop lifted her onto her bed and watched her for a while, watching the mare she had gifted so much sleeping peacefully in her bed, making somewhat of a mess with the seed leaking from her starting to pool at her haunches. Denclop made Big Mac smile under her mask while she headed down the stairs, grabbing one of the un-creamed pies from the table downstairs. She also grabbed the whipped cream and but set it down, getting a better idea; instead grabbing a measuring cup. She walked upstairs and set the pie down on Pinkie’s bedside table, and used the measuring cup to scoop some of the seed from the growing puddle under Pinkie Pie’s still-flowing haunches. She poured Big Mac’s seed over the pie, putting a thick layer on top. She then headed downstairs once again, leaving the apple-cream pie beside the sleeping Pinkie Pie. She headed outside, then used her blink again, teleporting herself to another random location.
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As Pinkie slept, Big Mac's sperm made their way to her waiting egg inside her womb. One made its way to and fertilized her egg shortly before she awoke, discovering and devouring Denclop's gift to her on her bedside table. She had her own 'Pinkie-Apple Pie' baking in her 'oven' now, and its timer wouldn't go off for the next eleven months; giving her her own foal to play with and love.