Contains: sexual aftermath and recollections.

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Big Mac awoke, looking down to see dark blue sheets, and quickly found himself unable to move. He initially panicked, but then remembered the previous night: each and every one of the mares he'd been forced to breed and the different experiences he'd felt from each, the disgusting voice of that perverted mask speaking to him in his head, and finally the exhaustion he'd felt as he was finally freed from that horrible mask before collapsing onto the floor of Princess Luna's room after breeding both her and Princess Twilight.

But...if he'd passed out on the floor, how did he get into Luna's bed? He was answered shortly after by the head of Princess Luna looming over him and, upon seeing him awake, she gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry I must restrain you like this Macintosh, but I thought it was for the best until we can see what effect the Denclop mask has had on you. Are you OK?" Luna asked, looking at Mac with a concerned look now.

"W–water please." Mac had requested with a parched tone, to which Luna nodded and levitated a glass of water to him and pressed it to his lips, holding it as he drank.

After asking for and receiving four more glasses, Mac was satisfied and thanked her, getting a small smile and a nod in return. Luna then sighed, deciding it was time to get to what needed to be done. "Macintosh, I need to speak with you regarding last night..." Luna started, watching Big Mac tense, seeing tears start to form in his eyes as he recalled all the horrible acts he'd been forced to commit the previous night on those poor mares.

Luna cleared her throat before continuing, knowing this may be upsetting to the stallion before her but that this needed to be talked about. First, I would like to apologize for my own personal...actions...yesterday. I'm afraid that estrus and the promise of a foal can do much to a mare who's been infertile for so long, and I may have taken advantage of your situation for my own gain. I am sorry."

Big Mac considered this, and nodded. "Ah can't say Ah can hold it to ya. If Ah were in yer situation, Ah'd have probably done th' same thing." he replied, before blushing a bit as he remembered exactly what she'd done; "Well, maybe not th' EXACT same thing. Ah would ahve given you a foal if you had asked me to anyhow an' considered it an honor, so no hard feelin's. So...what even happened t' me? Ah know Ah was possessed and controlled and...forced to be a stud...but what was it? What controlled me?"

Luna again cleared her throat. "If you are confused about what happened yesterday, I will explain: you were possessed by a sentient enchantment that was contained within a mask that managed to escape its confinement and attach itself to you, and that enchantment was programmed to take control of a 'Vessel' and to make that 'Vessel' breed with any and all mares who were in heat and truly, consciously wanted a foal." Luna started, trying her best to be comforting while discussing such an uncomfortable topic with a victim of it.

"You were its 'Vessel', and we know you were forced to breed with mares last night...whom may or may not have been willing." Luna continued, biting her lips as she watched tears welling up in Big Mac's eyes as he started sniffling.

"I know this may seem very insensitive, but I must ask it before I can release you from my paralysis spell. I'm only asking because sometimes enchantments like this one can alter a pony's views and morals, making them do things they normally wouldn't. Macintosh, did you intentionally put on the mask? Also, do you feel an urge to breed with other mares against their will right now, to force others to bear your foals?" Luna asked, receiving a shocked look from Mac in return.

"N–NO! Ah...Ah, never a–asked fer this Princess! Ah didn't enjoy...raping those poor mares at all!" Big Mac exclaimed, his voice cracking as tears started to stream down his cheeks. "The ones Ah willingly breed...Ah can't say Ah didn't enjoy those...but Ah want t' only be with Cheerilee. She's mah mare, an' mah true love."

"OK, it's OK," Luna said, releasing her paralyzation spell on Mac and then moving to comfort him, softly shushing him and softly stroking his forehoof. When he'd calmed down enough, Luna then knew she needed to get back to finding out what she needed to know.

"Macintosh, I know it's probably hard on you to remember last night, but can you please tell me what happened? How did you come in contact with the mask?" Luna asked, knowing the information she was asking for was vital.

Big Mac winced at that request but proceeded all the same, knowing better than to deny a Princess's request; "Ah was jus' helpin' Zecora with some spring cleanin' in her basement at her hut when Ah saw a golden horseshoe on th' wall. Ah was curious 'bout it, so Ah pressed on it an' it turned out t' be a switch. It open'd a...secret room...a some sort and allova sudden, Ah start hearin' this mare's voice callin' to me. So Ah went in there, worried 'bout a mare maybe bein' trapped er in trouble er somethin', and suddenly this mask on the wall draws mah eye. Ah can't explain why, but Ah was drawn t' it. Ah felt like Ah needed t' pick it up. So Ah did."

Luna cocked her head, clearly not understanding that. The mask had no enchantment allowing it to 'call' to somepony while deactivated. "So it 'called' for you to pick it up? Did it speak aloud?" she asked, looking to Mac again.

"Nah, it sounded like 't'was...talkin' in mah head." Mac responded, then proceeded on. "So Ah was holdin' the mask, and all of a sudd'n th' mask starts glowin', then tells me in mah head that it's 'Denclop, goddess of Love 'n' Fertility' and to put it on so it can do its 'duty'. Now ah outright refused, but then it became more insistent. When Ah tried to escape, it disabled me with some sort of...magic shockwave. Then Ah saw it goin' over mah face, surround me with some sorta blue mist that made my privates feel tingly...then after that I musta passed out."

"Please, go on. Be as detailed as possible so we can understand what happened to stallions possessed by it more, in case this ever happens again. And, uh...don't be afraid about being vulgar. You...bred with me too, after all." Luna said with a blush, seeing one develop in kind on Mac's.

"Right. So th' next thing I remember, Ah was... pouncin' on Zecora in the basement. Ah remember that the mask talked t' Zecora 'bout her Destiny, then the mask let out some sorta pink mist. Next thing Ah know, Ah was behind Zecora...lickin' her until she climaxed. After that, the mask made me mount her and...breed with her." Mac said, feeling himself growing flushed at that memory.

"After we...finished, we left her hut an'..." Mac said, noticing a confused look from Luna.

"'We' who?" Luna asked. Was somepony else involved? she wondered fearfully, hoping there wasn't...

"Th' mask 'n' Ah." Mac specified, getting a relieved sigh from Luna that somepony other than him wasn't involved.

"Ah, ok. Please proceed." Luna said, glad that Mac was the only one involved.

"So anyhow, Ah tried to retake control of mah body by forcin' against the – magical wall Ah guess ya could say? – that was there between her 'n' me. Ah managed to take control of mahself again for a bit, but Ah was forced back out again and knocked out." Mac said, noticing Luna had a surprised look on her face.

"So you were able to regain control of your body again for a short time, and didn't want to be controlled by it?" Luna asked. So the mask's control wasn't total over its host or their will. she thought.

"Yeah."

"Please proceed." Luna requested "I know this may be hard for you Macintosh, but in order to help those mares we need to know who you bred with last night other than Celestia, myself, Zecora, Lyra, and Twilight. We need to know their names, the coloration of their coat, mane or tail color, or their cutie mark. Any will help but the more you can tell us, the better."

Big Mac nodded and provided what he remembered, surprisingly accurate to what Luna had gathered in the Dream Realm. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that Big Mac had bred with at least seven mares including herself, her sister, and Twilight – fortunately, a relatively small amount given the mask's capabilities.

"Macintosh I'm sorry, but you're going to have to be tried for this. You did indeed breed some of these mares without their consent, and the foals they bear will still be yours legally. You know that the mares will possibly demand justice, and Celestia's and my hooves are kind of tied in this matter. But I promise you this, I will try to convince Celestia to not make this a public trial, and will personally give you the best chance I can to let you walk away unscathed." Luna said with utmost sincerity.

Big Mac nodded, knowing it was only fair for the mares to be upset with what he'd done to them even if this wasn't by his choice. He, a stranger to most of them, had given them foals when they may not have been ready and would possibly demand he pay for it. "Ah understand Your Highness. Ah will pay mah dues as needed." Mac said with a sigh, looking down and away.

Luna dismissed herself, then went to present her findings to her sister, locking and magically sealing her chamber door behind her.

~

"Sister, we can't send him to trial! He's done nothing wrong, and to be accused of multiple rapes publicly would tarnish his reputation massively, even if he was found innocent!" Luna exclaimed to her sister. Celestia was now sitting behind her desk and writing letters to those involved in the previous night's affairs, summoning them to the castle to explain what had happened; "You also know we can't reveal his true reason for his actions to the public either!"

"Luna, both you and I know Equestrian customs: if somepony in Equestria commits a crime, they are to be given a public trial among a jury of their fellow ponies, with the final verdict left to us." Celestia dryly explained, her focus mainly on writing instead of her sister.

Luna grabbed the letter she was writing from in front of Celestia with her magic, throwing it agasint a wall in frustration as Celestia's quill was left to pool ink on her desk. "CELESTIA! THIS IS NOT FAIR FOR MACINTOSH! HE HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG TO GO TO TRIAL AND SUFFER THAT BURDEN!" Luna screamed, stomping a hoof hard in protest. "HIS ONLY CRIME IS CURIOSITY AND BEING WORRIED FOR THE SAFETY OF A MARE! IS THAT A CRIME CELESTIA?! IS IT!?"

Celestia sighed as she looked up to her sister, the bags under her eyes clearly showing she'd not slept well, likely having thought of this the entire time she'd been in her bed instead of sleeping. "What do you propose from me, sister? For me to simply let him roam free, no trial and no charges? There could be a proclamation that we are abusing our authority to let a rapist go free with no trial, should anypony outside of those who already know learn of it. That no chance for 'justice' was given to the victims. Would you want to bring that on us?" she asked, seeing her sister's expression change to one of deep thought.

"Macintosh was a victim too, don't you see that?" Luna asked calmly now, knowing the laws and customs as well as her sister – but then came up with the perfect way to cover all bases. "What if..." Luna started a moment later, Celestia finally looking up to her, "...what if we were to host a private trial for him instead, with only the mares involved and ourselves as his jury. Then you have your documentation if that ever comes up, it's a fair trial given the mares trying him are the so-called victims, and Macintosh doesn't get any undue negative publicity!" she finished, looking up to her sister.

Despite her own passive ire for Macintosh having technically raped her, having forced her to be powerless under him as he'd pumped her full of his seed, she knew it wasn't fair for to have such thoughts against him. She knew he'd been doing it against his own will and not only that, he may have indeed given her the foal she'd always wanted so badly, if under the worst possible circumstances. "Fine Luna. We can do that." Celestia conceded, with Luna giving her a surprised look.

"You give in so easily, with no protest?" Luna asked, expecting her sister to put up some resistance, to demand him to go to trial because he'd indeed forced her into this and brought all this trouble upon her.

"Sister, I am not an unjust ruler. If a fair opportunity is given for an innocent pony to walk free, I will give it a chance. Besides, the more I think about it, the more willing I remember myself being that night..." Celestia explained, having pulled another piece of parchment and started to re-writing the letter. "Go and tell Macintosh he will be given a fair, private trial. Also let him know he will be kept as a guest in this castle until the date, not as a prisoner." Celestia finished, the small affirming smile from Luna before she left the room meaning much more to her than she showed.

~ ~ ~

Big Mac sat outside the Canterlot Royal Courtroom, looking at the Canterlot Court summons again. He'd viewed it so many times he had it committed to memory, but he still couldn't help but read it again;

Notice of Court Summons to Defendant Macintosh Apple

You are hereby ordered by Princess Celestia to stand trial before the Canterlot Court for your crimes against the citizens of the great land of Equestria. You are required to attend personally, and shall bring any provided documentation given to you regarding this case with you to your trial at Canterlot Castle on the 105th Day of Celestia, this 1,088th Spring of Our Princess' Rule.

Failure to appear may result in a warrant for your arrest being issued to the Royal Guard, and further action to be taken against you upon capture.

Signed,

Princess Celestia of Equestria

Princess Luna of Equestria

Upon finishing it again, Big Mac placed the rolled scroll back into his saddlebag and sighed. How could such a mess come from simply being curious about and touching a mask, of thinking somepony was in trouble and wanting to help them? He then thought back to that horrible night, to when he'd been freed from the Denclop mask's hold, thinking back to when it had finally come to a conclusion and he'd been freed from its vile grasp. He was told that the letter and trial was simply a formality, that he was not to be held accountable – but couldn't help but feel that Celestia still held something against him, even if he didn't have any power over himself as his body had...done what he'd done to her.

In the past weeks, all the five mares besides Celestia and Luna had gone for a pregnancy test – and all came back positive, as expected. The realization he was the sire to all of their foals had nearly been overwhelming to him, and he'd of course apologized to Lyra, Celestia, and Zecora when they'd come to the castle that day after he was freed from the mask for what he'd been forced to do, with them all seeming to be very forgiving of the whole affair – except Celestia, who remained seemingly indifferent to the apology. He expected as much, given she was a judge. Judges weren't to be swayed by simple apologies after all. At least he hoped that was why...

The whole group then had the same explanation given about how the Denclop mask worked and why it was created given to them that Twilight and Zecora had after being given a non–disclosure form to sign, Celestia still wanting to keep Denclop's existence known by as few as possible.

All had then been told of the private trial that would be held and all seemed to comprehend the magnitude of that responsibility, also all but told that Big Mac was not at all responsible for his own actions. No real questions had been asked as all seemed to understand perfectly, with even those who were indeed non-consensually bred seeming fine with the idea of bearing his foal. They'd all then been dismissed to go back to their lives, and Mac was once again allowed to freely roam the castle, but not leave the building.

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"Macintosh Apple, you are being tried for three counts of rape including one on royalty, multiple counts of breaking and entering using magic, trespass, and nine counts of use of an unauthorized breeding method. How do you plead?" Celestia asked in the Canterlot Courthouse, the room completely empty save for her and Cheerilee, Fluttershy, Luna, Lyra, Twilight, Zecora and a single Royal Guard sworn to secrecy. Bon-Bon was also present but not part of the jury, instead Lyra having insisted she had come to see why Big Mac was indeed innocent of what he'd done, that he was not a 'rapist who should be castrated' as she insisted he should be. Permission was granted by Celestia, and she was allowed to join and learn of Denclop after the obligatory non-disclosure agreement was signed.

"Ah plead not guilty by reason of an inability to control my own actions under the influence of magic." Big Mac said as he stood, holding his neutral expression despite being an emotional wreck inside, knowing that his future freedom indeed rested on those he'd unintentionally brought this onto. He'd been coached by Luna on what was going to happen and what to say in his defense, being told that this trial was mostly just a formality so paperwork would be available should it ever come up in the future somehow, for the Princesses' own protection. He then looked over to all the mares he'd been with that night only a week ago; each mare he'd unwillingly given his seed and foal, save for Cheerilee.

"All circumstances have been explained and all evidence has been presented to the jury prior to now, but will be presented again for clarity's sake." Celestia said, then proceeded to explain all about the mask and what had occurred once more. When asked if any witnesses wished to take the stand, none did, making Big Mac smile internally as he realized what that meant. Luna showed the mask of Denclop as evidence and her own testimony of what it was, giving proof of Mac's innocence before dismissing the jury to go and make their verdict, herself and Luna staying behind.

It was only a couple of minutes before the verdict was chosen without any fuss or disagreements among the jury, with the Princesses also having their over-ruling vote in it provided it was needed. A short while later court was resumed, with Celestia and Luna taking the judges' seats. "Have you come to a verdict?" Celestia asked, getting a nod from Lyra Heartstrings.

"We have, Your Honor," Lyra said, levitating the verdict to Celestia.

Celestia cleared her throat before reading the note: "We the jury, in the trial of the Kingdom of Equestria versus Macintosh Apple, all unanimously find the defendant Macintosh Apple..."

"...not guilty of all charges." Luna finished without a hint of surprise in her voice, then closing the note and setting it aside.

Celestia then resumed; "In addition, Luna and...myself...waive our royal rights to overturn the jury's decision under the following conditions: Macintosh Apple, you are free of all charges provided you register as sire for all involved mares' foals immediately as per the studding laws in place, and are required to bring these mares involved into an official herd under your leadership if they are willing and without stallion, as per Canterlot traditions." Celestia finished, knowing what this could mean for Luna and herself; their foals, royal Princes or Princesses, documented to be sired by a common Earth-Pony farmer.

"Ah agree," Mac said, accepting the terms gladly and following it with a quiet sigh of relief. He was finally free of this nightmare.

Celestia nodded to him, then turned to the jury box; "To the jury, this trial and anything discussed regarding the events being tried here shall not be spoken of ever again outside of this courtroom as per your non-disclosure agreement, and only then should we ever again have to re–trial, which I highly doubt. If you are asked about your foal's sire, you are to state you asked Macintosh to stud for you, he agreed, and nothing more. I now conclude this trial over, you are all dismissed."

Everypony then left the courtroom in silence, with Big Mac still sitting in his seat and smiling in relief, finally able to relax now that he'd been found innocent and Celestia had permitted him to go free under such light requirements. With Cheerilee by his side, he soon after stepped outside with his mare as a free pony, then immediately headed to the Office of Registrations for the sire verification forms and herd registration form Celestia had demanded he submit.

Sure, he still had to deal with the personal repercussions of his actions, his own guilt and shame. He also had to speak with each of the mares regarding the foals he'd given them, to get their authorization in order for them to join his herd if they wanted to and weren't already with another stallion, as well as to get their verification that he'd indeed bred with and impregnated them – but all of that...was for another time. For now, he simply walked home with his mare Cheerilee carrying the forms, going to plan their future together as mare and stallion, and him to plan for his potential herd; happy to be over with this horrible period of his life as much as he could ever be.

~ ~ ~

"Never again, Denclop." Celestia said as she hammered the final nail into the crate containing the enchanted mask of Denclop and the pages of Starswirl's journal regarding it, as well as the court documents regarding Macintosh Apple's involvement. It had been a few weeks since the events involving it had taken place, with Celestia having discussed with Luna what she should do with it and finally coming to this conclusion. She then carried it to the well-secured storage chamber, placing it inside a locker which was sealed with a spell only her magic could unlock – "Never again will you cause this kind of headache and heartache for me and my subjects." As she placed it inside, closed the door and locked it with her magic, she couldn't help but turn and face it, sitting and reaching a hoof to her lower belly.

As she did, she remembered back to a few days past when she'd visited the royal physician...

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"Sister, what do we tell others if we...turn out positive?" Luna asked, facing Celestia as they walked down the castle hallway, heading to a wing they'd rarely visited.

"We tell them the truth, just slightly modified: that we found an ancient method which could allow a pony long past breeding age to conceive again, but that it only worked once, and only for Alicorns." Celestia stated, her voice barely audible she whispered so quietly.

Luna nodded, and both were silent the rest of the walk. Moments later the two royals stood before their destination, the sign beside the door reading 'Royal Infirmary: Dr. Redcross [Is In].' Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Celestia opened the door.

"Hello Redcross." Celestia said cheerily as she and Luna entered the royal infirmary, seeing the named doctor mare sitting behind her desk and looking very bored. That quickly changed as she heard the Princess's voice, quickly bolting up and standing at attention, her long red mane flowing behind her as she presented herself before the two royals, with her apparently having let it down from the tight bun she always had it in during work.

While the infirmary was almost always empty, save for the occasional Royal Guard who got hurt or ill on patrol being given time to rest or heal their wounds off-duty, Celestia nodded to Luna, who went to check and make sure it was indeed empty.

"Oh, hello Your Highnesses," Redcross said as she bowed, the pure-white mare bending to one hoof, then raising when told to by Celestia. "It's been quite a while since I've seen you two last. Is something the matter?" she asked, cocking her head lightly as she grabbed two medical clipboards in her magic, one for each. She saw Luna depart, but didn't dare question it. She knew they must have a very important reason for visiting her, making her gulp lightly in anticipation of what may come.

Luna returned moments later then looked to Celestia, whom nodded to her, then Luna looked back to Redcross. "Very well. Redcross, we are both here today for a...pregnancy test." Luna stated, her expression serious.

Redcross dropped the clipboards as she lost concentration on her spell, what Luna had said being the absolute last thing she'd expected to hear, the clipboards clattering against the floor followed by dead silence. She gave a nervous chuckle a moment after she heard that request, not quite sure how to react to it, her mind blown. Celestia and Luna were infertile and had been for thousands of years, right? Right?

"I...beg your pardon?" Redcross squeaked out, her body rigid at what she'd just been asked. Surely this was a joke she thought suddenly, knowing that the Princesses liked to have fun with their subjects from time to time, especially knowing Celestia as a trickster. "Oh I get it..." she said, forcing a small laugh, "You, you really got me..."

When the Princesses serious expressions didn't fade after a few moments more, Redcross's uneasy smile faded, her expression matching theirs. Celestia then stepped forward, bringing out a piece of paper and a quill, presenting both to Redcross. As she saw it was a non-disclosure agreement, she felt her heart drop. "Oh my...y-you are serious?" Redcross deadpanned, with both of the princesses nodding.

"Very well," Redcross said and knowing she had no real choice, used the quill to sign the agreement and set it aside; "What happened if I may ask?" she promptly inquired, needing to know details in order to fill her paperwork out.

Celestia looked over the form to make sure it was indeed signed, then spoke. "We both were recently...involved...with an ancient artifact and now may indeed be with foal. We need to find out if we are indeed carrying, and what to do if we are," she said, with Luna nodding her agreement.

A few moments later, and a few more details on what had happened given she'd signed the agreement not to tell anypony under penalty of serious dungeon time, Redcross nodded as she gave each princess a small cup. "I think you know what to do with these?" she asked, getting a small nod from both Celestia and Luna.

~

After the Princesses had gone and sat down after giving their samples, Redcross marked the urine samples then dipped the test strips in it, sitting herself as she went about some routine paperwork in meanwhile and filled out relevant forms for both her newest patients. Minutes later, she got up and removed the strips from the samples, reading the results for herself and documenting them on the forms. Keeping her expression unreadable, she went out to the princesses and presented them each with their results:

Celes.: + / Pregnant

Luna: + / Pregnant

She could hardly believe the results herself; both the lead Princesses of Equestria, pregnant?! "C-congratulations. Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, you're both...with foal." Redcross said flatly, once more ridged as she saw the Princesses' expressions remain neutral as they looked upon the positive tests. Suddenly she watched as Celestia wobbled then soon after landed on the floor, unconscious.

Today is certainly full of surprises... thought Redcross, knowing that a lot more needed to be done for Equestria's royal to-be-mothers before she could call it a day, getting the appropriate informational pamphlets and her appointment book. It was going to be a long eleven months for her and them, she just knew it...

~ ~ ~

As she remembered being told she was indeed pregnant by the mask's actions, with that fact verified by a blood test to be absolutely certain, she couldn't help but feel...somehow grateful to it, despite it having technically raped her. Grateful for it finally giving her her foal after so long wanting. For finally making her a mother."Thank you though, Denclop...thank you for my foal, and for Luna's too. I will never forget what you've done for us..." she concluded, then standing and walking out of the chamber, closing the door and leaving it in darkness as she sealed the door magically. She then stood there for a moment outside, before speaking again:

"Thank you for my Gift..."

~

A short while later Celestia was still rubbing her lower belly in her personal chamber, laying on her bed and feeling the ever-so-slight movements of her still-tiny foal occasionally sliding slowly up and down in her uterus, her body naturally preventing itself from ovulating again – not that she ever could again anyways; that occasion had been a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she was glad she'd been given it. As she considered how absolutely complete she felt with bearing a foal after so many centuries of wanting one, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for all of those like her, wanting a foal but unable to conceive for whatever reason.

As Celestia lay on her bed in deep thought, still happily rubbing her belly, she couldn't help but let her thoughts creep back to the Denclop mask. After quite some more thought and many minutes later, she sighed and got up as a particular thought came to her, with her leaving her room and shortly after stepping onto her balcony. She then spread her wings and trotted a short while before taking flight.

~

Celestia arrived at her destination minutes later, standing outside the secured storage chamber she'd visited only an hour before. She went and retrieved something before returning to her personal chamber with a blink spell, arriving on her bed and holding a crate in her hooves. As she opened it and unswaddled the contents, she held in her hooves the Denclop mask, the mostly-smooth texture of the antique pink-and-green-dyed wood lightly warm under her touch and carrying the distinct, light tingle of magic against her hoof.

"Starswirl was right..." Celestia said quietly so only she could hear, lightly rubbing her hoof over the ancient artifact of so much possibility; "You are worth something, worth more than I ever realized before now. You can bring happiness to mares who cannot bear children. You can give the infertile what they so very much desire. A foal. It would be...outright selfish of me to keep you locked away, wouldn't it – to keep the joy you can give others locked and hidden away knowing what you're capable of giving, experiencing it first-hoof...?" she monologued, her voice barely above a whisper.

After a short while more of consideration, Celestia levitated some parchment and writing supplies to herself, giving the specifics some serious thought before she began writing;

Dear Macintosh Apple,

I have a proposition to make...

Author's Note

This is the end, for now. At least until I get to work on the sequel/side-story(ies) eventually. Sorry if the ending is not conclusive enough for anypony, but as said I'm planning to expand this somehow...eventually. I'd also like to give a 'thank you' to Johnny Walker for giving me the final inspiration to pound this 'final' chapter out and for giving me a few minor contributions to this chapter.

Until then, thank you all SO MUCH for reading through what was essentially my first major piece of writing ever - with this silly little idea I had of a possessed Big Mac breeding mares evolving into a literal freaking novel!

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