The Destiny of a Forgotten Goddess: An Anthology
Chapter 2: Denclop's Return
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Contains:forced body possession, NC/forced fellatio and cunnilingus, extended orgasm denial, consensual deflowering, breeding, and impregnation. Also very sexual Zecora rhymes.
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The lone figure of Big Macintosh walked up to Zecora’s shack, having braved the Everfree Forest by himself and luckily came out without incident. The stallion never usually traveled alone, but Applejack had sudden orders she had to deliver on that day, so not wanting to break the agreement they had promised Zecora when they'd met yesterday nor the other obligations, he had headed there by himself after telling Applejack he was going to.
Big Mac knocked on the door three times, followed by once more to let her know it was him, and soon after Zecora opened the door. “Hello stallion of red, yellow and green; thank you very much for coming to help me clean!” Zecora cheerfully greeted Big Mac, then stepped out of the way to let the him inside. Inside it smelled strongly of the heat-quelling herb the Apples grew for Zecora, joined with a scent of berries and a few other subtle scents, with Big Mac apparently having come when she'd been working on a brewing a batch of the heat-ending potion that would be in such demand soon.
“You alone to help I had not expected; where is your sister to whom yesterday you were so connected?” Zecora asked quizzically, looking out behind Big Mac in search of his sister Applejack. When she realized moments later what she'd suggested, Zecora felt her face burn slightly.
Big Mac either didn't notice the zebra's remark or ignored it and simply shrugged, answering with “She's busy.”
Zecora decided not to push for more information, as Big Macintosh was surely enough to help her even on his own. “Ah, I see. Well to work, shall we?” Zecora asked, guiding Big Macintosh to the cellar.
“Eeyup.” said Big Macintosh, following her down the stairs.
“Be careful, for in here you will see; possibly things most extraordinary. Be careful not to drink or touch; anything that looks unsafe and such. Old containers, boxes and bottles I need you to clean; for this room is cluttered and quite a scene..." Zecora paused as she moved to the other side of the room. "Put them here, in this place; and later I will take them to an outside space.” Zecora finished, pointing to a corner.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh responded simply again as Zecora then headed up the stairs.
As Zecora remembered something else she wanted to tell Big Macintosh, she turned around to see Big Mac with his flank and tail high in the air while sorting through a box, his short tail unintentionally leaving everything on display to her. Zecora stared, seeing his large red–furred scrotum and sheath hanging low because of the heat, his two testicles 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. Finally, she saw as his sheath bulged, concealing what Zecora thought must be a monster of a penis. Zecora blushed at her uncommonly lewd thoughts starting and turned away to quickly make her exit, her cheeks burning red as she found herself quite flushed from what she’d seen.
Big Macintosh continued rummaging through the box, oblivious to Zecora’s most recent presence as he came up with a couple of tiny, full potion bottles in his mouth and then proceeded to place the comparatively huge box containing them in the corner where Zecora had told him to. After putting a bunch more trash and cracked bottles in the corner, he was satisfied he had cleaned that area and moved on to another room.
This room's door was partially covered by a piece of hanging red cloth which Big Mac moved out of the way as he pushed past, then looked around the room. Inside there were a number of potions on shelves, a large, seemingly forgotten spare black cauldron filled with dust and cobwebs sitting in the center, with a number of chests and boxes dotting the room. Figuring this was just a storage room for her, Big Mac sighed and opened the first box and unsurprisingly saw it contained a number of jars with what looked like dried flowers and herbs in them.
After going through a few more boxes and seeing a sizable number of different herbs in jars, Big Mac figured there was nothing to clean in here and turned to leave – when his hoof slipped and hoof kicked a lightweight box away from the wall. He saw a glimmer that caught his eye and bent down to see what it was, quickly discovering what looked like a golden horseshoe behind where the box was. Curiosity getting the best of him, Mac tried to pick it up, but upon contact with his hoof the horseshoe slowly sank into the wall as behind him, with Big Mac then hearing a soft scraping sound of stone on stone. When he turned around, he was startled to discoverer that a hidden doorway had opened in the wall behind him.
Big Mac was hesitant on what to do, because surely this room was hidden for a reason. As he started to leave and find Zecora, to ask her about it, he thought he could hear a soft feminine voice call to him. He was unsure what it was saying, but was able to pick up the slight desperation in its tone. His curiosity peaking, he stepped towards the room and looked inside, and instead of a hideous Everfree Forest creature being trapped inside, he found a simple room with a table, a stool, and a large number of masks hanging on the walls or on the table. Hearing the faint voice again and thinking that he had come this far already, and that a mare might need his help, he hesitantly stepped into the hidden room.
As he stepped inside the small room, Big Macintosh looked over the various masks on the wall, with one mask in particular catching his attention. It was a green mask in the shape of a pony’s face, but slightly longer and with a pink crest on the forehead that led down over the muzzle. The muzzle was also pink, as was the lining of eyes, narrow horizontal silts cut into the mask's eyes so the wearer could see while wearing it.
The mask entranced Big Mac and for some reason he found himself picking it up, looking at it and rubbing its soft wooden texture over as he admired its every detail. As soon as Mac picked the mask up, the eye slits started to emit a white light, with them starting dim at first, but quickly growing in intensity.
Mac quickly dropped the mask on the table and jumped back as a white light engulfed the entire room, blinding him. After a moment the light faded and Big Mac heard the same soft and sweet–sounding voice from before, only this time louder – and coming from inside his head.
The same voice now demanding him;
Big Mac was shocked that a voice in his head was talking to him. “Wha'? Who are ya...where are ya?” he shakily asked, almost in a whisper. He didn't know what it was or why it wanted him to 'put it on', but he sure as hay knew nothing good would come of it if he did. The mask continued to glow on the table, now emanating the white light not only from the eye-holes, but from behind as well.
Big Mac once again heard the voice in his head, answering him in the same soft but demanding tone;
Big Mac wanted no part of this and there was no way he was putting on what was clearly a mask meant for...breeding. “Eenope.” he said as he quickly turned towards the door, intending on galloping away to find Zecora and get her help. Surely she knew what to do and how to stop whatever this thing was!
<If you do not wish to cooperate, then I guess I will need to take you BY FORCE!> Big Mac heard as he turned his back to the mask. All Big Mac could see was another flash of blinding white light from behind him on the walls to his sides as the mask then released a magical shockwave, sending the large stallion into a panic as his vision went white. Big Macintosh tried to get away, but found he couldn’t move a muscle. He tried to call for help, but couldn't as his vocal cords were also paralyzed. The mask then floated over to Big Mac and excreted a royal-blue gas, nearly screaming in his head now. <I WILL fulfill my Duty and YOU WILL be my Vessel!>
Big Macintosh's panic further increased as his vision started to dim as he felt himself passing out, the mist seemingly putting him into a magically-induced sleep. As the last of his vision faded, his last sight was the mask floating over his face.
Then blackness.
The mask continued positioning itself over the unconscious Big Mac's face briefly before then tethering itself to him by magic, moments later his eyes starting to glow white as they shot open once more. Big Macintosh sat up and moved a hoof to his sheathe, rubbing until his member fully emerged moments later. "Oh yes, this will do nicely!" Big Mac suddenly exclaimed in a voice not his own as he prodded and nudged at his penis for seemingly the first time, making it flex once as a drop of pre-cum formed on its tip, a quiet thump sounding as it hit his lower belly from the teasing.
Big Mac was not acting of his own will however. The Goddess Denclop had gotten Her new Vessel and now controlled him completely. He was Her Vessel to spread Her Divine Gift; to fulfill Her Destiny, and to complete Her Duty to Gift all mares in need of Her Blessing.
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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. Not even one as tough as Big Mac. She decided to go thank Big Mac for his help, give him a few Bits for the service and maybe a 'special' potion or two for he and Cheerilee later as a personal reward given the season, and send him on his way home before the Everfree creatures awoke to start their nocturnal hunting.
After adding more ingredients to the cauldron and starting another batch of her potion, she headed down the stairs and soon after found Big Macintosh sitting on the floor, facing away from the steps and her. His hoof was moving up and down in front of him, as if he were...polishing something? As the reality of the situation hit her, Zecora felt a blush start to form as she realized what he was actually doing.
Zecora knew now was not a good time to disturb Big Mac and likely embarrass him in this sensitive situation, so she decided to start back up the stairs. Before she could go far, she felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to find Big Mac staring at her, the intensity of his stare almost burning hot. Feeling very uneasy, she moved to apologize; “S–sorry to interrupt you, but it is time to go; the daylight is fading and—” All the while, she could see subtle twitches from Big Mac's nose as he apparently...smelled her?
Zecora's words were cut off by a heavy impact on her chest, knocking her to the ground in an apparent show of his strength. Big Macintosh had gotten up with un-pony-like speed and had pounced on top of her, knocking the wind out of her and leaving her stunned beneath him. When Zecora could move her head, she noticed his rather large pink-and-black-mottled erection was on display as it dangled over her head as he stood above her, the whole fifteen inches of throbbing stallionhood she'd seen yesterday, but now with his balls hanging lower and at least twice the already huge size she had remembered from earlier today.
Inside Zecora’s mind she heard a soft but serious voice speaking to her, her eyes going wide as she recognized the voice.
“Denclop, that is your voice; I thought I had banished you without a choice! For hurting ponies far and wide; in this room we locked you i-inside!” Zecora responded, a small tremor of fear involuntarily added at the end.
Zecora remembered that she had heard the same voice before when a young colt lost in the Everfree had snuck down to her basement and discovered the mask many years before, also activating it. That time she had been able to disable the mask using a calming ritual she'd been taught many years before, but she was sure that the only reason she was able to subdue Denclop again was because the colt that had activated the mask wasn't yet of breeding age, with the mask simply going back to dormancy again with some help.
With Denclop now in possession of a full-grown and prime breeding aged stallion, she was sure the same ritual wouldn't work again. Denclop's will was too strong to be foiled by simple incense and chanting with her 'Destiny' now within reach.
The voice in Zecora's head rose in volume and deepened in tone, now matching the Royal Canterlot Voice in intensity and volume.
With that the mask once again released another incapacitating shockwave, blinding Zecora as a mist, light–pink in color, surrounded her. When when she recovered her sight moments later, Zecora noticed the pink mist surrounding her like a thick fog. Knowing whatever this mist was couldn't be anything positive, Zecora held her breath for as long as she could...but knew couldn’t hold it forever. Regardless, she held out as long as she could, lungs burning and eyes watering as she struggled to fight the inevitable.
Moments later, Zecora inhaled sharply, seconds to spare before she passed out from lack of oxygen. She got a deep breath of the mist...but instead of coughing or gagging as she expected, she sniffed the air again and smelled a familiar scent. A scent from her childhood. Cupcakes? Zecora wondered, the scent so out of place...but that had to be it. It smelled exactly like the orange-marmalade 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, the way 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 as her vocal cords were again paralyzed.
Denclop replied calmly and matter-of-factly, as though she already knew the mare's earlier feeling of loneliness.
Zecora teared up at the mask's words, not realizing until then how truly lonely she did get sometimes. All alone in the hut, nothing but her totems and masks to accompany her. Zecora nodded subconsciously, more to herself then anything, but Denclop saw the nod through Big Macintosh’s eyes and made him nod to her in return.
Zecora started to feel a sensation between her back legs moments later, not intolerable at the moment but for definite warm, and at once knew the sensation. The distinctive burning, itching sensation of her heat starting! Zecora then felt the gentle but firm pressure of a hoof on her upper back, pressing her front half down to the ground as her muscles relaxed against her will, feeling her front end kneeling down on the floor while her rump remained high in the air, her tail instinctively flagging to the stallion behind her.
The heated feeling in Zecora’s loins was steadily intensifying, turning from an ember into a candle flame now, with Zecora realizing that the pink mist must have been some sort of magic that had started her heat cycle early. As she felt her need intensify, she wished she could reach her potions upstairs and get the emergency one she kept for an early heat, but knew such was impossible now, Mac holding her down and preventing her from reaching it.
Instead of indulging herself with her hoof or toys like other mares would during their heats when she was younger, Zecora would always instead all but ignore her heat, meditating and taking potions to reduce its effects on her as she got through the breeding seasons twice a year. One year when her potions had seemed insufficient and her heat had gotten too bad, she had decided to try her hoof, but even after orgasming three times to her hoof she still felt her heat's burn inside her, even WORSE then before she'd started. As such, she had then never bothered masturbating again during her heats.
Instead of physically indulging herself again, Zecora had simply taken the event as inspiration to help other mares alongside herself and had developed another, more powerful potion to completely end the effects of estrus for a day instead. The same kind of potion that now was upstairs, out of her reach as she felt her need growing stronger.
Zecora now felt her heat in its full fury, a sensation she hadn't felt in many years. As she found her mind and body screaming at her to find a stallion and breed, all she could think of now was Big Mac’s hanging balls from earlier, and his thick member sliding in and out of his sister the previous day as her now-raging hormones took her over and her thoughts turned very dirty;
How long could he could rut me? Minutes like her? Maybe even hours?
How much seed does he have backed up? How many foals could he pump into me?
What would it feel like to be filled full of cum by him…?
What would our foal look like?
Big Mac suddenly came around Zecora's front, interrupting her thoughts as she noticed his stallionhood sticking out long and proud, undoubtedly growing rather horny because of the now-prevalent scent of a zebra mare in heat. When he reached her front, his cock slapped up, smacking his underside with a lewd fwap as Zecora felt herself shudder involuntarily at the sound. Zecora then felt her jaw muscles relax without her input, her mouth hanging open now as she watched Big Mac approach her and position himself in front of her.
Moments later, Zecora felt as Big Mac mounted her backwards and the head of his member slowly slid into her mouth, his slightly-flared head sliding over her tongue and flooding her senses with the taste and scent of a virile stallion. Big Mac let out a grunt as he proceeded to slip more of his hard-on into Zecora's mouth, groaning at the stimulation as he slid slowly deeper into her, stopping at nearly a foot in when he touched the back of her throat and triggered Zecora’s gag reflex.
Denclop spoke up as she heard Zecora choke, clearly sympathetic with her discomfort;
Big Mac pulled out then started to hump slowly, allowing Zecora to simply get used to it for a moment before he increased his speed and really started to get into it. He kept at that speed for about two minutes, Zecora feeling every twitch of him, feeling every vein on his cock's surface with her tongue and tasting every spurt of bitter-sweet, salty pre-cum that landed on her tongue. She smelled the masculine scent of Big Mac, the pheromones he was giving off turning her on even more as she felt her crotch burn in need, her body sensing a mature stallion so close and so able to give her what she needed as she felt his over-sized balls hitting against her chest with each fluid movement of his hips.
Every twenty seconds or so during Big Mac's blowjob, breaks would be given for Zecora to breathe, with Denclop pulling him out mostly and letting her gulp in air. Meanwhile, Denclop was instead satisfied with rubbing the underside of his glans and member against her tongue and the top of it against the ridges on the roof of her mouth while she caught her breath, letting her better taste the very virile male in her mouth as more and more of his pre-cum spurted on her tongue.
After letting her breathe for about five seconds, Denclop again plugged her throat with Big Mac's length and starting the rough humping into her mouth again as Zecora moaned around the rod, feeling herself getting even more worked up as she blew him, feeling the swollen bearers of her relief slapping heavily against her forehead with each hump.
Zecora’s heat was getting to the intensity of a bonfire now that Big Mac's pheromones flowed through her, her body overstimulated and her need far beyond anything she'd had to experience before in her life of mostly solitude during her heats. At one point, Zecora almost reached her climax simply from sucking this stallion off, her loins dripping on the floor and joining Big Mac’s pre-cum and her saliva as she felt her pleasure started to peak, her tunnel's contractions increasing in force. Big Mac's rapidly increasing thrusts and swelling flare told Zecora he was rather close as well, short thrusts roughly hitting her muzzle now as she moaned around him, feeling her inner muscles starting to clench frequently and her clit winking rapidly as she drew ever closer to sweet release.
When Big Mac suddenly stopped thrusting and instead fully pulled out, the lack of stimulation caused Zecora's pleasure to stop cold, making her whine desperately as her orgasm slowly ebbed away. Denclop’s voice chimed up in a sing-song tone, teasing her; <Uh-uh-uh my vessel. We don’t want to WASTE that seed, now do we? Besides, I think it’s about time we move on to the next step! Don't worry mare, you're going to LOVE this...>
Big Mac walked back towards Zecora’s raised rump and nipped at her rear, with her body answering on reflex; Zecora softly whinnied as she flagged her tail higher for him, feeling her clit winking rapidly to show her willingness to the stallion, feeling her back legs and crotch coated in her arousal. This reaction made Zecora blush, more then a bit ashamed and embarrassed of letting her instincts take over like that. Big Mac however seemed totally unaffected by her perceived vulgarity of the act and simply took a big whiff of her waiting mound, then raised his head slightly and gave a deeper, response breeding-whinny to hers.
Zecora would have jerked forward from the suddenness if she could have, but instead was held in place as Big Mac started licking her and slowly teasing her outer lips. Zecora moaned loudly, feeling the same sensation she’d gotten from her hoof that one time but at least a hundred times stronger. Denclop made Big Mac start slow at first as she sat him down, then slowly brought Big Mac's forehooves up and spread Zecora wide. Zecora cried out as her virgin vulva was spread so wide so quickly, then cried out again as Big Mac's tongue ever-so-slowly licked deeper around her entrance. Licking her only gently and right behind her lips, working Zecora up to the point where her whole body felt immolated, needing to climax but constantly being denied.
“Denclop would y…you please; make this…bu…burniiiiiing…sensation ease?” Zecora barely said through her moans, trying to grind against Big Mac's muzzle as he continued to torture her, trying to eek out just a little more pleasure from his tongue to set her over.
<Hmm...begging for it now, huh? Why should I give you release when you locked me away, and prevented me from fulfilling my Divine Duty those many years ago? I should just leave you here –paralyzed– with your heat slowly driving you insane!> With that Zecora felt the licking stop, taking with it the heavenly pleasure it brought her. Big Mac backed away from her and started heading for the stairs, his member swaying underneath him with each step. Zecora’s eyes followed its every sway, her heated snatch burning behind her as her only hope to end her heat casually cantered away.
Zecora realized her plight the second her pleasure faded, and called out to her only hope of relief. “Stop Denclop! I beg you please; put my heat to ease! I apologize for trapping you; please come back and let us screw!”, Zecora cried out, her blush increased further as she realized the coarseness of her language, but in the end she didn't care. She was very horny, make that desperate, knowing the stallion in front of her was the only way to relieve herself now.
Big Mac stopped walking away and instead turned back towards Zecora, a grin clearly pasted on his face. Denclop spoke up again, seemingly elated at the mare's desperation;
When Mac reached Zecora's soaked rear, the mask spoke again. "Very well, I will give you what you've asked for!” it said, and with that Big Mac quickly resumed his licking but now with much more aggression then before, forcing his tongue only slightly deeper into her shortly-prior virgin hole than before. The sensation of finally being penetrated drove Zecora half-mad, pleasure coursing through her as she moaned to Celestia's heavens. Denclop slowly increased her pace, feeling the wriggling zebra pushing against the magical bonds at the pure and cardinal pleasure she was receiving, her moans growing only deeper and more extended as she felt Mac's tongue slowly enter again.
Big Mac’s cock would occasionally slap his underside as he flexed it, making Zecora groan in excitement at the sound. Zecora involuntarily pushed against Big Mac’s muzzle again, with Denclop apparently having released her backside from the magical confinement, feeling herself shuddering as she felt the sensation of his hot breath on her sex as he softly panted against her in his efforts, the breath burning like steam against her needing snatch...but that burning felt so good.
The first time Big Mac's tongue grazed over her clitoris, Zecora thought she'd pass out, the pleasure so intense as to dim her vision for a second as she softly whinnied out again. Surely sex didn't always feel this good. After all, if it did, why had she been holding out during her heats for so long?! Zecora could only ponder for a moment before she whickered as Mac's tongue again found her clit, another burst of pleasure making her tremble lightly.
After another couple licks, Denclop moved down past Zecora's clit and bent Big Mac's head as she instead reached under Zecora's eager snatch, now licking down underneath her at her small teats and starting to clean off the mare-juice that had run down there. Zecora moaned at the sensation of him licking her petite, sensitive mounds, feeling as he started to lick then suckle on her nipples. The sudden thought of breastfeeding a foal coming to her mind, and upon discovering she rather liked that thought she stuck with it, moaning as Big Mac moved to her other teat shortly after, imagining that her foal was suckling on it instead.
After a few minutes of teasing Zecora's foal-feeders, Big Mac moved back up to her eager snatch. On contact, Zecora felt the pleasure slam her again, only more intense this time somehow. She felt something big finally welling up in her again after a dozen more licks, but in her endorphin-soaked mind she wasn't sure what that "something" was. All she knew was that it felt like she was going to explode from the tightness developing in her pelvis. Finally, Zecora's lustful fog cleared enough for her to recognize what the sensation was. It was her orgasm, and it was so close!
Zecora cried out eagerly out as she felt her passage starting to clench, beyond ready to finally greet her long-overdue release...then Big Mac suddenly stopped licking again. Zecora howled in frustration instead at the lack of stimulation, feeling her orgasm slowly fading away once more. It wasn't fair, she was SO CLOSE! "Bucking...s–stop teasing me!" Zecora whined in her frustration, somehow regaining the abilty to speak but losing her ability to rhyme let alone think as she started grinding against the air, trying desperately to get the orgasm she had been denied once again.
Denclop spoke up almost tauntingly, watching the mare before her fruitlessly struggle as she tried to get her orgasm;
Zecora looked up with needing eyes at the masked red stallion now standing in front of her, her groin burning as she felt her orgasm just a few licks away. “I…” she started, her heat-and-pleasure-addled mind struggling to search for the proper words for the situation. Finally she came up with them and after a short hesitation she spoke, her blush deepening again when she said them fiercely in her need.
“Big red stallion, me you shall now rut; come and fill with foal my gut!”
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Denclop’s voice radiated in Zecora’s head in a very sensual tone.
Big Mac moved behind Zecora once more and placed his hoof on her rear, then pulled himself up on her before sliding his hooves down around her barrel, just before her shoulders. He then gruffly grabbed around Zecora with his forehooves, holding her tightly as he started to thrust against her, his glans starting to bump against her flank as he started searching for his target. Zecora yelped at the sudden rubbing sensation on her croup from his thrusting and his sudden, tight bite on her crest, the stimulation making her respond by spreading her back legs more to allow for an easier penetration on reflex.
Before Zecora could react any further, Big Mac’s entire length thrust into her in one quick movement as he finally found her waiting hole, with Zecora’s marehood being so wet from the teasing that he slid right in to the hilt. Zecora tensed up, her vision going white momentarily as she heard herself whinny loudly, not even noticing as he passed her hymen. No pain at all was noticed by her as she felt that long rod slide into her at long last, his stifles slapping wetly against her flank and bottomed out with his glans pressing against her cervix, filling her completely.
Zecora was given a moment to adjust to Big Mac’s impressive endowment, her passage slowly clenching around it as it spread to accommodate him even while she was still in nirvana. She felt its every detail as she clenched around his penis; feeling the medial ring resting just inside her sensitive entrance, feeling the head brushing against something deep inside her with his every breath, feeling every throb of his member sending thrills of pleasure throughout her, making her pussy clench and shudder every time he did. She felt his breeding rod buried so deep inside her, the head pressed right against that...thing...in her, rubbing that something deep inside her that made her breeding instincts flare up hotter.
She needed more from him. She needed it so badly it hurt.
"P-please..." was all Zecora could mutter out. The sensations of Mac stretching and filling her, just merely being inside her...it wasn't enough. She needed him to breed her.
Zecora nodded rapidly and sharply, nearly screaming out as she started to drool from the sensations already forming in her; “Please Denclop, b–buck me hard; fill me up in all regard!”
Zecora never felt as empty as she did when Big Mac left her just then. She humped back against him, her instinctive need to be filled making every second she was left empty again nearly-agonizing. Big Mac grinned under the mask as he pulled back from her backward movements, leaving only the tip in. Denclop so loved to tease her mares.
After what felt like hours to the hormone-tortured zebra but was only mere seconds, Zecora’s wish to be filled was granted moments later as Big Mac’s suddenly slammed into her sopping passage full-force and again hilted her, spreading her fully and forcing a deep groan from Zecora’s lips. Zecora finally felt herself tip over the peak right then and there, milking Mac’s shaft as she came on his first thrust.
Zecora felt herself clenching tightly and constantly on that long, wonderful stallionhood as she finally felt her climax start and was entered into a world of ecstasy, at last feeling the orgasm she'd so needed since he'd started practically torturing her and keeping her on edge for nearly an hour.
The random realization she was being screwed by the pony she'd clopped to the previous day only made the situation that much more intense for her, her striped body shaking violently as she gushed out her release. Instead she moaned deeply and constantly as she felt her entire body tingle intensely. She only faintly heard the voice in her mind over the pleasure;
Zecora came off her climax moments later but still felt the burning of her heat deep inside her, knowing she needed Big Mac to actually finish inside her for it to finally end. She felt as though her whole lower belly was being held over an open fire as she begged for him to finally breed her right. “Please Denclop, thrust more you must; for you have not yet sated my lust!” Zecora spoke through clenched teeth, only making Big Mac’s grin widen under Denclop’s mask.
Having already cum once and under the influence of the heat-inducing mist, Zecora was in a constant euphoric state, always on the peak of orgasm but never quite over the top. Instinctively, Zecora matched Big Mac's rhythm and met his every thrust with a backwards one of her own as he pounded away at her, her need to be bred and filled now her only concern. Every time his medial ring entered her it would rub her winking clit, the sensation sent a wave of pleasure up and down her spine, making her cry out as she felt herself inching closer to another release. Immediately after his ring rubbed her clit, his heavy balls would slap against her teats as well, the sensations so intense as to dim her vision after every few thrusts.
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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, Denclop trying to push her vessel over the edge already and to complete her Duty for this mare. He continued to thrust into her as hard as possible for a number of moments, Zecora feeling another orgasm coming on hard at the rough treatment, hearing Big Mac's struggled sounds while he tried to initiate his own.
With a particularly hard clench of Zecora's passage, Big Mac could finally take no more as he gave a very deep thrust and grabbed around her chest tight – then lifted Zecora right up off her hooves and into the air.
As Zecora felt Big Mac lift her up, she cried out in both pleasure and pain as she felt herself sink even deeper onto him, the two sensations merging into one as she felt gravity impale him deeper into her. She felt herself peaking again as Mac somewhat-painfully penetrated what felt like the very core of her body, unbeknownst to Zecora that Mac had actually penetrated her cervix, his glans process now sitting directly past it at the mouth of her hungry womb.
With a loud snort, Denclop felt her vessel's breeding rod starting to expand and flare just inside her mare's foal-oven, Big Mac letting loose a primal grunt as the first torrent of his hot, virile cum shot directly into Zecora's fertile core.
When Zecora felt something expanding very deep inside her followed by a growing warmth blossoming even further beyond that, then again and again with each throb of his penis along her tract, she knew he must be flared and releasing his seed inside her, both sating her heat and giving her a foal at once. She felt all the built-up lust she had felt before during all those heats without a mate released in one mind-shattering orgasm as that warmth spread deeper within her, Zecora joining Big Mac’s extended moan with a scream and creating a cacophony of sated desire, her passage clamping down on his spraying member and milking more of his foal-cream into her procreant body.
Each massive gush of semen into her extended Zecora's orgasm, making her barely able to breathe from the intensity of her pleasure, her vision dimming at the edges with each new spray, her body nearly convulsing with the force of her release. She moaned loudly and constantly at the feeling of him continually unloading in her as he painted her very uterus white, ending the burning of her heat directly at the source and calming her breeding instincts at long last.
What little cum could get past Big Mac's hugely flared head was only replaced and added to 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 multiplied his already potant semen and accelwrated sperm production exponentially, its effects quite evident in action; Zecora’s belly starting to bulge almost as though she were already long into pregnancy, semen streaming down Big Mac’s churning balls and soon after his back legs, their combined fluids cascading to the floor like a small waterfall of white.
After a seemingly endless period of non-stop gushing into her womb and a chain of three more intense orgasms by Zecora, Big Mac finally lifted the exhausted and well-overfilled mare off of his member and pulled out of her cervix with a loud, wet plop, giving one last spurt of his seed 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, only adding more to the already pond-like puddle of his and her combined fluids mixed on the floor. Zecora then collapsed to the floor with a sigh of satisfaction as she was let down, her legs buckling from under her.
As she felt the creamy warmth she was filled so full of, Zecora was sure she was definitely going to be pregnant by the day's end, yet she wasn't at all upset how this had transpired. Zecora sighed again as she felt the soft warmth stretching her belly and the same warmth flowing from her slit, so utterly satisfied with her first breeding as she coasted through her afterglow.
After finishing with her, Denclop carried the now-limp and still-unnamed-to-him zebra mare to her bed. As he lay her down she passed out, her mind and body apparently overwhelmed by the five orgasms of her first–ever breeding.
As Denclop watched an ever–growing puddle of her vessel's seed flowing out of her mare's used sex and onto the bed, she softly whispered to her in her dreams, Denclop watched a single tear rolled down the zebra's face and soon after drip onto the pillow, then a smile creeping across her face as she rubbed her seed-swollen stomach suconsciously in her sleep.
Denclop stayed next to Zecora’s bed for a long while, watching as the mare she had surely made so happy slept. Zecora would occasionally smile and rub her still-distended belly in her sleep, dreaming of all the things she could do and all the fun she could have in the future with the foal soon to be growing inside her. She could teach it alchemy, tell it the tales and legends of her homeland, tales of her own adventures... teach it to be a healer. Teach it to make friends, and eventually lovers...
In her dreams, Zecora heard one last message from Denclop.
Big Mac was still controlled by Denclop as he left the hut, closing the door behind him as he then faced the Everfree Forest. Denclop then headed off in the direction of Ponyville, looking for more mares in need to fulfill her Destiny with.
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Inside Zecora, over fifty billion sperm sought out her egg and, hours later as she still deeply slept, one finally found it, penetrating the outer layer and fertilizing it. Creating a new life within her, a pony-zebra hybrid; a zony. Eleven months later, her foal would be delivered unto her open hooves, to be loved and taught by the wise zebra.
A promise made, a promise fulfilled. Only the first of many that night.
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