Contains: sexual aftermath.

"Denclop, thy Duty is fulfilled. Sleep, for thine breeding season hath ended."

Denclop heard the Words of Finality being spoken and couldn't help but felt a burst of sadness. It was praise for her completing her Destiny, the words telling her that her Duty was now completed and she could rest again, yet she still sensed other mares in need Calling to her, needing her to Gift them with a foal. Denclop suddenly felt very tired but futilely grasped at consciousness. Denclop was being told her job was done, that she had given her Gift to all of the wanting mares who had needed it, but her Calling told her otherwise.

Denclop spoke, only watching the mare before her turn her muzzle away from her. Even still, the words she had spoken were having their effects, with Denclop feeling her grasp on her Vessel growing weaker as her magic steadily faded.

Moon Goddess sighed, then turning back to her as she saw tears rolling down her cheeks. She had Gifted this mare, so why was she so unhappy as to be crying now? "I'm sorry Denclop, but this...this isn't how ponies breed anymore. There are rules, boundaries. We have laws in place to prevent something like what you have wrought from occurring in modern times. Even though I really am thankful for what you have done for me and all those who were truly ready and willing to have a foal, I must stop you before you can breed any more mares who are not."

Denclop was dumbfounded. Moon Goddess believed that the mares she was Called to did not want a foal? <Moon Goddess, surely you know that I only breed mares who truly do want a foal? Those who Call to me want a foal, their desire to be Gifted far beyond mere instinct. That was why I was Called by this Vessel, to Gift mares who also Call to me and to fulfill my Duty! Surely you would not prevent a mare wanting a child from getting one, would you?> Denclop stated, even still feeling herself grow weaker despite her desperate struggle to hold on.

Moon Goddess only sighed again, with Denclop seeing her visibly crying now, still not understanding how a mare she had Gifted so recently could even be upset at all. Then the mare spoke again, her voice lightly cracking at times as she spoke – "D–Denclop, I really cannot allow you to continue this...b-breeding crusade. I know you're trying to help as you were programmed...I m-mean summoned...to, but this isn't like the Zebra tribe you truly did save: us ponies are not going extinct any time soon."

"We have set rules for breeding now: if mares wish to be with foal, they will mate with their married stallion, or if they are single or a mare couple, they will arrange to be bred by another stallion and join their herd, or use magical or other artificial means to be impregnated. What you're doing is not...right. It's not...moral." Luna stated, stamping her hoof defiantly. "You can't just force yourself on somepony like I know you have at least once tonight. And what of your Vessel? Did it ever occur to you that maybe he's not exactly wanting to go and mate with a bunch of mares he doesn't know? That perhaps he wishes to be a mate to only one other pony?"

Denclop asked confidently, knowing Moon Goddess wouldn't have a counter for that.

"Denclop, ponies are curious. He probably just saw a mask he liked the look of and wanted to look closer by picking it up. Besides that, forcing somepony to breed when they are not ready is wrong, and even if they seem ready or have subconscious desires to foal, it's sure as buck not with some random pony off the street. A mare should be able to choose the sire of their foal, not be forced into it."

Denclop felt herself fading fast despite holding on as tightly to her Vessel as she could, trying every spell she could to end her slow descent into the darkness of sleep but finding her magic had grown too weak to cast any spells at all. Denclop said sadly, cut off as her vision became dimmer and she felt herself fading, her connection to her Vessel weakened to breaking as the magic binding her to him swiftly faded.

"Denclop, thy Duty is fulfilled. Sleep, for thine breeding season hath ended." Luna said softly, barely able to say the words again. "Go in peace..."

As she heard the Words of Finality once more, it wasn't long until Denclop's vision had faded completely, her last thought being that despite being forced to leave mares Calling for her, she could at least rest with the pride that she'd helped all of those mares she had, thinking that for all those mares she had Gifted with a foal, she had cured their loneliness and made them happy. That she had left her Duty fulfilled for at least for a few lucky mares.

With that final feeling of self-fulfillment, Denclop felt her consciousness fade fully, feeling a last burst of pride before falling into the deep abyss of sleep once more.

~

After speaking with the mask, Luna watched as the white light coming from behind Denclop's mask surged for a second before then watching it slowly start to fade. She felt both a sense of pride for having disabled it before it had been able to impregnate more mares who weren't physically, mentally, or financially prepared to have a foal – but alongside that, she felt a tinge of regret for denying those who were ready and willing for a foal, but simply didn't have the means to get one. Like Twilight had been. Like she had been.

Luna heard the mask say within her mind, feeling that twinge of regret from earlier turn to a twisting sensation in her gut, a bout of tears forming and streaming down her down-facing muzzle, watching as the mask's light slowly faded until nothing but Big Mac's wide eyes were visible through the mask. She regretted having to do this but as she had told the mask, she'd had no real choice but to given the alternative.

Luna watched the stallion whom Denclop had possessed collapse to the floor the moment the last of the light faded from the mask and soon after passed out, clearly both mentally and physically exhausted from what Denclop had undoubtedly used him for. Luna knew of only three ponies that Denclop had bred with, but didn't doubt there were at least a few more given how long Denclop was free.

Luna knew she would later have to ask this stallion whom he had been forced by Denclop to stud, to tell the names or colors of the mares who had fallen victim. She was also sure the poor dear may need psychiatric help afterwards, if indeed he weren't corrupted by the event somehow. Luna knew that the Vessel was able to sense everything his body was doing and knew such feelings of power and dominance could corrupt a weak pony's mind, with her having experienced such a feeling herself when she had merged with the Nightmare and had become Nightmare Moon.

Luna sighed as she looked at the semen and mare–cum coated sheets on her bed and the literal puddles of the same upon the floor, realizing that this mess was just the tip of the iceberg of the even greater mess this night had caused. Now that Denclop had finally been stopped, there was a lot that needed to be done now to clean up what its escape had undoubtedly wrought.

~

While Big Mac slept, Luna quickly encased the now quiet and dark mask of Denclop in her magic aura, looking upon the object of so many issues as it was now but a simple hunk of wood again. She placed it upon her night–stand and quickly put a force–field spell around it, making it powerful enough to be impenetrable by anything short of alicorn magic. Luna also cast a paralyzation spell on Big Mac to prevent him from escaping. She did not not know if Denclop's possession had somehow tainted him, and had not wanted him to escape and force himself upon any other mares or something of that effect if he had been.

Seeing Big Mac shivering on the cold stone floor, Luna couldn't help but feel sympathy for the stallion after all he'd likely been through that night, then-after levitating him up and placing him gently on the bed next to Twilight and covering him. She heard a contented sigh from the other side of the stallion as she did, then noticing that Twilight had subconsciously placed her muzzle over Big Mac's side, resting her chin on him. Luna couldn't help but smile as a warmth welled up inside her at the cute scene, seeing Twilight smiling in her sleep as she laid upon her mate. Luna herself then went and lay with them on the bed, just then realizing the extent of how physically and mentally exhausted she was as she laid down.

Luna couldn't help but snuggle closer to Big Mac's warm, soft body, soon after finding herself nuzzling against his chest again as she felt her belly still satisfyingly swollen from their earlier mating. She knew she shouldn't be feeling these sort of affections for this stallion, as he hadn't done any of this of his own will, but she couldn't resist curling up and resting her head against his forehoof – quickly feeling herself dozing off and entering the Dream Realm.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Celestia felt her warm sun on her back as she watched as her foal galloped full-speed at her, seeing its pure-white coat and blue-streaked-light-purple mane, as well as its horn and wings – an alicorn just as she was. She heard it squealing in delight as it bumped into her hoof, then after backing away and entering a play bow; with its rump in the air and wings flared out, its tail swishing swiftly, and a massive smile on its face. She was glad she could spend time with it in the meadow, having taken the day off and leaving her duties to Twilight and Luna in order to spend a day with her foal, just her and it alone.

After she suddenly heard a throat being cleared, Celestia then-after heard a voice asking "Sister?" to which Celestia looked up, suddenly seeing her sister Luna standing in the tall grass. Realizing that she may simply be part of her dream, Celestia placed her focus back on her foal instead, watching as it now bounded through the long grass, its wings flapping with each leap and giving each of its bounces up an extra lift.

Suddenly, Celestia heard Luna's voice again; "I'm sorry to intrude like this in one of your...foal dreams...but I need to speak with you urgently. About Denclop." Upon hearing that name and seeing the meadow briefly dissolving into the familiar blues and purples of the Dream Realm, Celestia became aware that Luna truly was in her dream with her.

Celestia turned to face her sister, her eyes wide as she looked upon her. Luna met Celestia's eyes as she spoke again, with Celestia reading a certain weariness in them as well as pity. "You know I would not normally intrude upon your dreams like this, but this is very important. Please, come to my chambers in the waking world so we can discuss this further." With that, Celestia felt herself being drawn from her dream and back to the waking world, saddened that she had to leave the only place she had a foal of her own and watching her dream–foal fading into blackness.

As she awoke, the first thought that crossed Celestia's mind was that maybe her childlessness would not be for long. Maybe Denclop had kept to her promise and truly given her a foal, finally giving her what she'd always needed but never before could have.

~

Celestia awoke to the feeling of an over–stuffed belly and feeling a deep contentment from it, but that contentment twinged with sadness at having been abruptly awoken by Luna from one of her dreams about the foal she so desired. Remembering what she'd been told about Luna needing to speak with her urgently regarding Denclop –of whom she wasn't even supposed to know about being loose– Celestia quickly got to her hooves and cleaned herself up before she headed out of her chamber, the soft clops of her hoof all that could be heard in the hallway as she headed to her sister's personal chamber per request.

She arrived a few moments later, the short walk having given her ample time to consider the horrors of how Luna had learned about Denclop – foremost among them that Denclop and forced itself upon her again and raped her, but this time without somepony to stop it. As she reached the chamber door, she knocked upon it and saw it open slightly after the blue aura surrounding it disappeared. "Come in sister." she heard Luna say from within, then pressed open the door the rest of the way with her hoof.

~

The first thing that hit Celestia immediately was the powerful scent of two unique, faintly-musky scents that could only be from two different mares in heat – as well as the musk of a stallion...with those leading to the one that concerned her the most. The scent of sex. As her eyes moved over to the bed, she saw Luna laying on the bed facing her – and behind her the familiar red coat and blonde mane of Big Macintoch, Denclop's ex–Vessel. The stallion whom Denclop had forced to rape her.

Celestia then looked back to Luna in horror; seeing her lower abdomen bulging in such an obvious way, the fur on her rear end wet and matted, and the large, white-tinged puddle between her legs telling her more then enough of what had happened. Denclop had raped her sister again, and she'd been able to do nothing to stop it.

Celestia collapsed to the floor, openly crying as she felt her gut wrench at having failed her sister again, feeling so emotionally devastated at letting that horrible, abominable thing assault her sister and rape her as it undoubtedly had. Surely she could have stopped it somehow! If only she had been able to stop it earlier in her chamber she could have protected Luna...but now...

Celestia flinched as she was interrupted from her thoughts, feeling a hoof land softly on her downtrodden head and swiftly lifting her gaze to see Luna standing before her, a soft, comforting smile upon the younger's face as she started softly stroking through her sister's celestial mane. Seeing her comforting smile quickly brought fresh tears to Celestia's eyes, with her then turning to face away from her younger sister in shame. "Why have you c–come to comfort me s–sister? You were r...r...raped by Denclop again, and it's all because of me! All because I couldn't stop that b–b–bucking thing! I–I'm so so sorry sister...I've failed you again." Celestia disjointedly said before her speech finally dissolved to pitiful blubbering and sobs again, still feeling Luna's hoof softly skimming through her mane.

Luna moved to comfort her distraught sister further, laying down beside her and unfurling a wing, then wrapping it around her back and holding Celestia close to her side. Luna could feel the force of her older sister's sobs and tremors as she held her against herself, softly shushing her sister as she nuzzled against her muzzle and cheek with her own, soon noticing the tremors slowly lessening as Celestia reacted to sister's comforting.

A few moments of fading crying and tremors later, Celestia was finally calm enough to see past Luna and notice that her actions had awakened Twilight, and beside her she saw...the stallion Denclop possessed! What was Twilight doing here, and where was Denclop's mask?! Was it in cloak?! Denclop must be stopped! As Celestia saw that red stallion who had violated her sister and herself once, and her protoge twice, she felt her fury reach boiling.

"DENCLOP YOU FOAL! I'LL KILL YOU!" Celestia suddenly screamed out in rage, getting up quickly and charging towards the bed, her horn surging with so much magic that the aura around her horn became erratic as her usually light–golden aura grew to a solid, very deep shade of yellow that was flaring out in places – her very powerful, raw arcane energy surging from her horn.

Suddenly, Celestia felt all magic fade from her for the second time that night, and once again felt the muscles in her legs numb as a paralyzation spell was cast upon them, halting her in place. The feeling of powerlessness for the second time that night brought the mare to a higher state of fury upon seeing her enemy before her and within touching, yet unable to reach it or smite it down. She struggled against the paralyzation spell as she started foaming at the mouth and developing a lather in her strenuous efforts, her grunts quickly followed up by a furious war-cry the likes of which Luna had never heard.

"CELESTIA, CALM THYSELF!" Luna suddenly yelled out in a tone almost loud enough to be the Royal Canterlot Voice, the sheer volume of the command snapping Celestia out of her bloodlust for a second. As she looked over to Luna and saw her holding the Denclop mask in her magical aura, Celestia felt herself start to tear up again before feeling the paralyzation spell lift from her legs, with her instead letting them collapse before her – feeling her magic restored as well, but not needing to use it as she came to a realization.

Denclop was disabled and the stallion was free. It was over, and Denclop was no longer a threat, but none was by her hoof.

Author's Note

Am I supposed to put text here? Guess so.

So anyhow, a couple more chapter at most for this!