The Destiny of a Forgotten Goddess: An Anthology

by LegionofPony

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Drama, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Big Macintosh, Princess Celestia
Length: 121439

This is the tale of a Zebrican Goddess long forgotten in Equestria and of her Destiny. Denclop is the goddess of Love and Fertility in Zebra lore. Surely the legends surrounding her can't be true, right? Right...?

*Important info regarding story content below the break: if you don't read it, and read something you don't like in the story that's listed below...don't blame me for your own ignorance.*

The Zebra Goddess of Love and Fertility is very insistent about completing her Destiny. The ponies of Ponyville soon learn this as the "goddess" Denclop proceeds to fulfill her Destiny with those in need; bringing the seed of new life and companionship to them...

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EDIT: THE VIEWS ARE OVER FIVE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAND! Holy crap that's awesome!

This is basically an anthology of short stories, all compiled into one with a common theme and with an ongoing storyline. It's an anthology because it's a bunch of different, generally loosely connected, scenes that compose a story.

The theme and tone of this story is VERY primitive and animalistic - some romance, but mostly just raw, animal lust. So don't come here if you're not looking for a story all about sex, some fetishes and foal-making. Also keep in mind I try to be as anatomically and behaviorally accurate to real-world equines as possible in all respects.

To expand on that, this is a clop-fic, and most chapters will contain depictions of straight (male/female) breeding between ponies, sometimes non-consensual. As a basic warning, non-consensual/forced sex will be a common (but not omni-present) thing, consistently so with the main character throughout the entire story. You may want to skip this story if that's a major turn-off for you.

Also consistent will be pheromones/scents, estrus, fertility magic, and impregnation.

Full tags for each chapter will be included at the top of said chapter.

Credits:

Though an 'anthology' suggests authors collaborating together, or work by other artists in one collection, this whole story is entirely by me and me alone.

On another note, this was inspired mainly by images and descriptions on them by orintakoda (Brother Orin) on e621.net (site contains NSFW), as well as very slightly by "Twilight's Midnight Violations" by AribanDeTyral (mainly the possession aspect and somewhat Denclop's personality).

Published 2014-10-24 00:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-10 11:35:36 UTC

Prologue: Life Lessons

Author's Note

First off: Please read the story description if you haven't already. It's there for a reason!

I was new to writing in the erotica department as of this story's creation. If there's something about my story that you dislike (grammatical/story-weaving errors, too repetitive, etc.), I'd really like to know about it in the comments. If you're going to leave a dislike on my story, please at least explain WHY you dislike it. I can't improve on a problem if I don't even know there is one after all!

Prologue: Life Lessons

Pairing(s): Twilight Sparkle(solo)

Contains: Extensive amounts of a character learning about equine reproduction - including textbook-esque depictions of mare and stallion anatomy and equine breeding, textbook descriptions of sex (AKA sex education) and a virgin mare in her first actual estrus getting turned on by it, preceded and followed by female masturbation (hooves/sheets) and lots of squirting and two orgasms.

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Springtime in Ponyville was quite a beautiful sight one early spring day in Equestria shortly after the annual Winter Wrapup, an event used by the ponies of that town to help bring in Spring. Winter Wrap–Up had gone well this year under Twilight Sparkle's system that had been introduced long ago, and because of its success that first year she'd developed it, it had been used every year since.

As it was so soon after that Spring–bringing event, the world was still adjusting to the new season; the flowers had just started to bloom, colorful birds flew through the sky or started laying eggs and nesting, with everything just coming back to life from its winter slumber.

The ponies too were still adjusting, getting their houses in order after the winter's thaw and packing their winter gear away for the next year.

The mares' bodies were also changing in response to the warmer weather, the longer days and more sunlight exposure brought on by the season change triggering for many mares that most dreaded time of year. The time nearly all mares despised most.

Breeding season.

Estrus cycle.

Fertility.

But for one mare, this time is a mystery to her, but one she's determined to solve. With her and within the Golden Oaks Library is where our story starts.

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Twilight Sparkle cocked her head at the book she was reading, then looked at her violet-colored rump and back to the book again. She discovered when she was a filly that if she was having a problem, reading up on it was usually a good way to find a remedy, or at least, comfort herself with the knowledge on what the cause was as well as possible ways to quash it. The subject of her interest was sitting in front of her, a book titled ‘A Young Pony's Guide to Sexual Anatomy, Sexuality, and Reproduction in Ponies”, as well as behind her – her rump. She was awake at midnight again just like the previous night, the burning having awoken her from her sleep tonight as well as then.

This had all started yesterday morning when Twilight had developed an ever-present itch and swelling in her “privates”, as well as discovering that she was much more sensitive to the touch 'down there' when she cleaned herself after using the bathroom, and she sometimes would feel something between her legs shift, as though pushing outwards, before going back in, this feeling somewhat...pleasant to do. She also noticed her rate of urination had increased substantially more, with her 'going' nearly twice as often as normal but never able to fully empty her bladder. She had decided to keep herself indoors when she smelled that she’d also started to emanate an odd, musky odor from her backside when this had first come on, the scent being one that she couldn't quite put her hoof on yet somehow smelled so familiar to her…

The feelings weren't exactly painful, merely a constant mild to moderately itchy-burning sensation, but it was really starting to become a nuisance when it woke her up from the intensity spikes! So when she’d awoken from an especially odd dream of her brother Shining Armor getting very 'close' with her and then climbing on top of her for some reason, she'd felt the intense burning in her nether when she awoke from it. She'd then grabbed the first book from the multiple stacks she'd long ago borrowed from the Canterlot Library that she thought would be relevant upon calming down and starting to read for the cause of this...what was it even, a malady?

Another odd symptom of this affliction was that whenever she thought about a stallion or even any male in general including Spike, her genitals started leaking a strange clear and slippery substance, as well as causing the burning within her and the scent emanating from her to intensify for a while...and all she could think of was stallions! She was tired of the burning and was now trying to discover the cause the best way she knew of – studying!

Remembering it suddenly, Twilight stopped reading and glanced over to the scroll Spike had earlier told her was waiting for her with a message from Cheerilee and thought for a moment of reading it. Spike had earlier told her it read that Cheerilee requested Twilight's help with a field trip and the date and time of said field–trip. Twilight made a note to factor that into her next schedule but decided against reading the scroll itself, as Spike had already told her exactly what it said. That and she REALLY wanted to get to the bottom of this problem she was having.

Twilight had planned out being alone tonight, intending to study all night long to find the solution for her newest obsession. She'd sent Spike off on some chores for the day, and in addition to the Bits for the required items, she'd also given him his allowance early. Judging by the extra-long time he'd been gone, he undoubtedly used his allowance to visit Sugar Cube Corner or the local gem shop, both being his regulars when he was given a few extra bits for himself.

Twilight had also found a way to buy herself overnight upon Rarity visiting unannounced and mentioning the Cutie Mark Crusaders would be having a sleepover that night. As soon as Twilight had heard of the planned sleepover, she'd volunteered Spike to spend the night over at the CMC Clubhouse to chaperon over the sleepover, much to Rarity's delight.

Despite quickly noticing the very obvious musky scent of a unicorn mare in heat surrounding Twilight, Rarity had been a lady and hadn't mentioned to her that she was in season. She figured she'd just embarrass the poor dear over the scent she was giving off, with most ponies keeping their heats as private as possible. Rarity quickly dismissed herself a short while after when she felt her own loins getting aroused from Twilight's pheromones, unintentionally leaving behind a small wet spot on the pillow she'd been sitting on.

When Spike later arrived home from his chores – and judging by the gem fragments and frosting around his mouth, his snacking – Twilight had told him what she'd signed him up for. He’d been extremely reluctant as expected, bringing up how much trouble the three fillies usually got in at sleepovers, then about how he didn't want to...but Twilight been very persuasive. After all, she really needed him out of the library for the night...even if it did cost her that large ruby she'd been saving for his birthday.

Now, however, Twilight had the library all to herself all night and intended to use it to discover the cause, and possibly cure, for her unusual symptoms until she'd fallen asleep and was abruptly awoken again by the weird dream and burning.

As she read further into the book’s introduction about the start of puberty in equines, Twilight's thoughts were suddenly brought back to the many, many springs she’d spent with Celestia at the Royal Castle in Canterlot...

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Twilight had spent the first few weeks of spring, then the last few of summer, with Princess Celestia every year since she was a filly – even after moving to Ponyville from Canterlot. Every spring and summer Princess Celestia would send a scroll to her, then shortly after a carriage to bring her to stay at the castle for a few weeks. She was treated as she always was, but there were a few notable differences; she would never be allowed outside the castle walls during this period, and all the male guards were strangely absent, replaced instead by a large magical barrier that prevented unauthorized entry into or out of the castle.

Whenever she'd complained of an itch or burning 'down there' during her visits, with those sensations starting to occur every year since she’d hit about eleven years old, Princess Celestia had always started having Twilight drink a number of potions every day, with them causing those sensations to become far less intense. She was then given the same potions every day for about a week, then again after the itches and burns came back a couple weeks later, until at long last she was finally allowed to roam the castle grounds freely, her restrictions once again lifted as the male guards returned to their normal posts inside the castle.

Twilight remembered back to a specific, very recent springtime visit, a strange odor being in the air for the whole time she was there, a deep and musky scent that always brought a blush to her cheeks and made between her legs feel funny. She had remembered hearing moans at nighttime; deep, guttural moans that were constant for a number of minutes at a time or sometimes high and feminine, occasionally accompanied by different, deeper moans or growls that sounded almost like a stallion alongside.

Once, she’d even gone to check on the sounds when she became concerned that Princess Luna may have gotten hurt, the volume of the sounds coming from her room rising to a pitch that all of Canterlot must have heard. When Twilight reached her quarters that night, however, she discovered her chamber doors were locked, a blue aura around it telling her that it was magically sealed shut by one of Luna's spells. The small knock she gave on the door was obviously not heard over the constant moans and whinnies, so feeling defeated she had gone back to bed.

When Twilight had asked both the sisters in the morning why there had been moaning and cries the previous night for hours on end, she was just met with an awkward silence as both Celestia and Luna stared at each other for a minute. Celestia then claimed to have slept all night and not heard a thing, but her shifting eyes and fake smile told another story. Luna, however, with a glowing blush, had said she had a "severe itch" she had needed to take care of and that it had taken all night with a "special friend" to scratch it!

This statement elicited a harsh glare from Celestia, causing her to ask Luna to speak in private. That request was swiftly followed by much shouting from the hall by Celestia about how “Twilight wasn’t old enough yet", leaving Twilight completely confused about what she wasn‘t old enough for!

Seeing how upset this event had seemed to make the two princesses, however, especially Celestia, Twilight had never again mentioned the loud moans she'd hear on and off for those days. Her curiosity kept eating at her until she'd finally given up ever learning the cause, accepting it as one of the great mysteries of the universe to her as she eventually moved on to other things.

During her foalhood all the way to only a short while ago, Twilight had always been limited on her reading materials as well, never having been permitted to the wing containing biological texts without being accompanied by Princess Celestia herself. Celestia had told her the ones she'd been rejected to read were 'advanced studies for when she was more mature', and Twilight had never questioned her about them again, always content that Celestia had her best interests at heart with the limitations.

After Twilight had so recently become a Princess, however, Princess Celestia had removed all restrictions she previously imposed on her within the library. She had told her that not only was she allowed to remain in Ponyville all year round, but was also told that she was allowed to check out whatever and however many books or scrolls she wanted, regardless of their content and for as long as she chose, telling her it was a coronation gift.

Twilight had responded very promptly to her coronation gift by visiting the library the next day and checking out nearly the entire Biology wing, much to the librarian’s surprise. Twilight had always been curious about how the entire equine body worked, and now that she could, she intended to find out as much as she could about it.

In present times, she still had the books checked out and sitting around her library, never having time to read as much as she'd wanted to anymore since she’d been assigned her duties as Princess, as well as spending time with all of her Ponyville friends.

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Twilight cocked her head one way and then back in the other direction, lifting her eyes from the book as she got up and started pacing as she was apt to in times of stress. After a few more minutes of pacing, she'd flopped down on her hindquarters but immediately shot back up as the pressure on her privates gave the burning sensation an unexpected boost, making her cringe until it slowly diminished from the harsh burning that the pressure had caused back down to its normal simmer. “Dang it, I just know the answer to this feeling is in this book!” Twilight commented, stamping her hoof determinedly and then carefully laying back down this time to avoid putting pressure on her swollen backside again.

"While mating seasons are the only times of year for the ponies to successfully breed and bring new foals into the world, all they are to single mares, or those just not wanting a foal, was just a horrible, unstoppable itching and burning ache deep inside their mare-parts for three to seven days," Twilight read, "Alongside with the physical symptoms, intense mental urges to breed come too, and are very hard to resist for some. Each four to seven days of estrus is followed by a cooling–off period of about two weeks, then another heat cycle, until the end of that breeding season in early fall.' Well, that would explain some things..." Twilight said, remembering the times Celestia would keep her in her chambers happened about once a month in spring until autumn, almost like clockwork.

"When estrus come upon a mare, there are only two ways to end the burning of 'full heat' completely, and many less self-controlled mares were all but willing to comply to the easiest one, their breeding instincts strongly manipulating their actions. The easiest, and easily most pleasant, method to end their burning was multiple sessions of unprotected sex with a stallion over the course of the estrus, and likely getting pregnant by him. The other, much harder method to simply endure and wait for it to naturally end within four to seven days."

"Surely there must be another way..." Twilight said, before continuing reading.

"The only other, less permanent options for mares in full heat other than being bred or waiting were using certain potions, herbs, or "physical methods" to dull the unpleasantness temporarily...but even after using any of these, the itch will still be there, omni–present but at least less unbearable for a while. In the next chapter we will discuss the mare reproductive tract, then the stallion's in the following, and finally conception, gestation, and birthing throughout the rest of the book in that order."

As Twilight then finished the introductory pages of the book that she'd before been reading, she was quickly introduced to a very detailed cross-section diagram of a female equine’s whole reproductive tract, as well as the accompanying text.

The outermost part of a mare's anatomy is called the 'vulva', or ‘labia majora’...

“So…” she started, then lay down on her back with her back legs spread, careful to avoid crushing the wings she was still getting used to, feeling a slight blush forming on her cheeks as she looked down her puffy slit despite being totally alone, “…this is my ‘vulva’?”

Twilight proceeded to look again at the diagram in the book now levitating above her, then looking down at her own vulva, barely able to see it given her angle. As she viewed the diagram again, she personally added, "...and past that the rest of the mare's 'privates'”.

Annoyed by being unable to see much of her lower end, as well as feeling a shudder of sensation crawl up her spine as she experimentally poked her puffy and wet lips, Twilight was suddenly struck by an idea. An idea that may not only help her find the cause of her affliction but also to quell a curiosity she’d always had but never had the nerve, knowledge nor resources to pursue.

A personal, hooves–on studying of her own 'privates'.

Twilight levitated the book upstairs with her to her room, the brilliant-raspberry red magic encasing both the closed book and her horn as she dragged it in the air behind her. Upon arriving in her bedroom, she set the book on her dresser and proceeded to use her magic to both move her room's full-sized mirror to the foot of her bed, then close and lock her bedroom door. She’d knew she’d need both the mirror and the privacy to allow her to do what she planned to do next, feeling a blush again developing as she considered the specifics.

She then lay down with her back on her bed, spreading her rear legs wide as she tried to get comfortable, turning on her bed to lay on her stomach moments after first laying down, shifting and sighing at the soft feeling of the clean royal-purple-colored silk sheets beneath her rubbing against her coat. Every part of her more sensitive to the touch since this...whatever it was...started.

When she shifted again while trying to get comfortable her 'privates' rubbed against the silken sheets, causing Twilight to stiffen up at the sudden sensations that simple touch down there had caused. A deep urge developed from that pleasurable sensation, with Twilight feeling a sudden need for more of it.

Twilight shifted her crotch against the soft fabric again experimentally, trying to see if she could get more of those wonderful feelings between her legs again. She was swiftly answered as her swollen mound rubbed the silky sheets again, making her moan softly and sending another burst of pleasure crawling up her spine, confirming her suspicions that rubbing herself down there felt really good! Twilight continued to rub against the sheets softly a few more times, loving the sensation coming from between her legs as she thereafter started to reflexively grind harder against her mattress, making a small wet-spot develop where her flesh met the fabric.

Twilight rubbed her swollen crotch against the silky smooth sheets for about a minute more, feeling that weird moving sensation in her privates happening a lot down there, and each time it did, intensifying the sensations. She found herself unable to stop from grinding against her bed as her hormones and instincts took over, making her moan out louder as her pleasure started to rise. Twilight felt muscles down there starting to clench now, muscles she didn't even know she had before now, as she started drooling on her pillow, her body telling her to continue but her conscious mind feeling somewhat hesitant about it. Why do I feel so compelled to do this she wondered, but then too, when it felt so good, how could it possibly be bad for her?!

When Twilight felt the sensations start to get almost overwhelming and the clenching in her pelvis increase its intensity more, she felt compelled to grind harder against the sheets, soft pants and moans coming constantly from her throat. She felt as her body tensed up now, moaning loudly now as she pressed her face into the pillow to muffle herself, giving her all to the last few hard grinds she gave the mattress.

Finally, it all came to a head as she spread herself and rubbed the inside of her 'vulva' on the smooth fabric. Twilight moaned deeply into her pillow and clenched it tightly to her muzzle. Her sheets got very wet when she came, the purple mare oozing her release on them as her first-ever climax overtook her.

Twilight kept rubbing and grinding on the now-soaked sheets as she rode out her first, intense orgasm, crying and whimpering out her release into the pillow as she felt the strangely intense yet wonderful sensations rushing through her and making her tremble from them. She felt her newly-discovered muscles clenching hard against themselves as well as feeling her 'privates' and a small thing at the bottom starting to – wink was the best way to describe it? – against the sheets and further stimulate her.

As she finally came down from her orgasm nearly a minute later, with her tensed body finally starting to relax slightly, Twilight started to feel somewhat groggy now as her afterglow started setting in. All of her worries were temporarily washed out the window with the sea of endorphins. She just lay there a moment panting and basking in the soft, peaceful feeling, before she snapped back to reality and realized this was something she didn't understand.

Shaking the newly-developed fog from her mind as best as she could, Twilight felt the lack of knowledge gnawing at her – she needed to know why she felt so compelled to do these strange things, and why it felt so good when she did! Twilight shakily levitated her bookstand from the other side of the room, being unable to concentrate well with her afterglow still present, and brought it over to her bedside table, placing the book upon it then opened the book and turning back to the proper page with her magic.

“Hm...it looks like the rest of this diagram is based past the labia…I guess I'll have to open mine.” Twilight said, her tone oddly deeper then she expected as she looked at herself in the mirror, then watched as her reflection as she slowly moved her hoof down her abdomen, quickly making its way to her wet crotch.

Twilight gasped when her hoof finally met the swollen mound between her legs, soon bringing her hoof down the rest of the way then placing one on either lip. She then carefully spread her puffy lips with both hooves at the same time, feeling herself part for only the second time as she revealed her inner marehood for her own observation. The sensations of spreading herself elicted a pleasured gasp from the inexperienced mare as Twilight's head pressed back hard into her pillow. She moaned deeply, temporarily overtaken by the intense sensations coming from between her legs.

“Oh...my…Celestia!” Twilight moaned, trying to get a reign on the feelings and opening her eyes, not even noticing that she'd closed them tight when she'd first parted her 'labia'. The feelings coming from her crotch were unfamiliar to Twilight, yet so inviting, Twilight's instincts again telling her to do more of –this– with herself. She shook her head to try and clear it again, but it didn't really help as the haze of her need grew thicker. Her body finally had gotten another taste of what it had had before and wanted, needed, more.

Through her developing lust, Twilight looked back at the book and read silently for a short while before saying aloud, “Ok, so past the labia majora is the ‘labia minor’…”. She then looked into the mirror at her spread marehood and after a moment of rubbing and searching, she suddenly exclaimed as she found it. “Oh, there it is!”

Curious what it felt like, Twilight then proceeded to rub over the inner structure with her hoof, causing her to loose another involuntary moan and making her shudder at her touch upon it. She rubbed it again and moaned once more at another unexpected burst of pleasure, her body rewarding her as explored herself deeper for the first time. When she had started to feel very warm all of a sudden, Twilight used her magic to open her window to let some fresh air in, then looked once more at the biology book.

Further inside and past the labia minor is the entrance to the ‘vaginal canal...’

Looking once more at the reflection of her marehood in the mirror, Twilight moved her hooves deeper into herself, biting her lower lip at the sensation it caused her and barely holding back a scream at the feelings such a simple movement elicited. Dear Celestia why does it feel so gooooood?! Twilight wondered – and it was at this time that Twilight had noticed her ‘vagina’ had started to leak the slippery, water-like substance en-masse.

Being ever curious, Twilight collected some of the fluid on her hoof and brought it up to her muzzle. Taking a curious sniff, she discovered that it, in fact, smelled like her, but also had another scent to it she was not unfamiliar with. She knew that scent, finally remembering why it was so familiar.

She'd smelled it many times before. During her Springtime visits with Celestia, both from herself and the princess.

After a little more “experimenting” with her outer vagina and rubbing her needing slit more, Twilight read more from the book.

The vagina, which can expand from three inches to as long as almost six inches unaroused, is a highly flexible, tubular and very muscular passage which is one of the main components of a mare's reproductive tract, its function being to bring in and stimulate the stallion's penis until his ejaculation, pull the stallion's semen to her cervix, as well as to press the foal out of the mare once it's fully gestated. The vagina is mainly composed of bands of muscles and also contains a very high nerve-ending concentration, making it highly sensitive to the touch or other stimulation. In maiden mares, there is also generally a small strip of flesh called the 'hymen', which partially or even mostly covers the entrance to the actual vaginal canal.

Twilight looked at her spread slit and indeed noticed the small band of flesh that composed her hymen, she decided against touching it. Something deep inside her told her it would hurt.

Caudal to the vagina is the 'cervix', which in turn leads to the bi–horned ‘uterus’, or 'womb', in mares. Branching off from the uterus are the two 'horns', which in turn lead to ‘Fallopian tubes’. At the very end of either Fallopian tubes is an ‘ovary’, one of which produces an ‘ovum’, the female reproductive cell, several times per estrus cycle. Uncommonly, two to several mature ova are released in one ovulation, which, if fertilized, will lead to twins, or even triplets developing instead of the far more common single foal.

Twilight used the slippery substance she was leaking to coat her entire vulva, the pleasure caused by the process making her bite her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. She then plunged her hoof-tip a little deeper into her 'vagina', pressing harder and earning a sigh at the extremely satisfying feeling of being even further inside herself. As she felt a dull throb of pain, however, she immediately stopped and pulled back.

Twilight continued to read as she pulled out a bit until it stopped hurting and instead moved her hoof a little lower, now eager to discover more of this previously-unexplored part of her body. After that, she felt her curiosity retake her and chose to explore a little lower instead.

…Below the vaginal entrance and at the base of the labia major is the ‘clitoral hood’, which covers and protects the ‘clitoris’. The clitoris is a very highly sensitive bulb-shaped organ and is present to provide additional stimulation to mares during any sexual contact, with the clitoris containing an extremely high nerve concentration in the 'glans', or visible portion, with its 'roots' running along most of the vaginal canal, all the way to the cervix. Mares and other equines can also ‘wink’ their vulva and clitoris, accomplished by contracting the vaginal muscles in a specific way both voluntarily or involuntarily, to attract a stallion to them and spread their natural lubrication, in cases of extreme sexual arousal during estrus or otherwise, and during an 'orgasm', all of which will be discussed later.

Looking once again at her spread passage in the mirror, Twilight quickly discovered her 'clitoral hood' and moved a hooftip to it, then moved the hood up with a gasp to reveal a large heart-shaped pink nub, which was apparently her 'clitoris'. As she looked at it more, she realized that this nub was what had been 'winking' before when she'd felt that intense burst of sensation and since this 'condition' had started, and theorized that it rubbing against the sheets had served to make the sensations even more intense.

Curious as always, Twilight touched the nub with her hooftip – and her haunches immediately bucked into her hoof, that light touch causing a wave of intense pleasure to flow through her and making her start to pant hard as she instinctively continued to rub softly on it, her efforts rewarded with a small gush of fluid from her slit as her clit continued to wink against her hoof, making Twilight experience her first mini-orgasm.

When she came off of it seconds later, the young alicorn was baffled: how could touching herself there feel soooo gooood? "W–Was that an 'orgasm'?" Twilight asked herself, but doubted it. It had felt nowhere near as intense as the previous feeling had, which likely was the 'orgasm' the book spoke of. "Maybe some sort of 'mini-orgasm'? Is that even possible?" she wondered, but decided to get back to learning instead of pondering. Having explored all shown by the diagram on herself that she dared, Twilight decided to move onto the next page, which contained the diagrams of a stallion’s sexual anatomy.

Twilight had seen a stallion’s sheath and scrotum many many times before, as nopony in Ponyville regularly wore clothes, and she had a brother and father, but never had she seen one as up close or in as much detail as the diagrams showed. After she studied the diagram of an erected penis as well as one in the sheathe, Twilight read the accompanying text.

Inside the protective sheath, or ‘prepuce’, is the ‘penis’. The main components of the penis are:

The head, or 'glans', which is at the very top of the shaft. This larger, generally flat–topped portion contains an opening to the 'urethra' of a stallion, through which both urine and 'sperm' travel. There is also the 'urethral process' at the tip of the glans, which typically 'pokes out' during the stallion's 'orgasm', enabling a deeper, more successful 'insemination', possibly enabling cervical penetration and intra-uterine insemination. This portion of the penis is highly sensitive, analogous to a mare's clitoris, and serves multiple functions during 'breeding', and all within this paragraph be explained further in the next chapter.

Beneath the 'glans' is the 'shaft', or body, of the penis. This is the largest portion of the penis and actually constitutes the rest of the organ.

Finally, in the center of the shaft is the 'medial ring', a hard, highly sensitive ring of cartilage which serves to provide additional sexual stimulation during 'breeding', for both the mare and the stallion.

Twilight felt a significant increase in the burning sensation from her haunches at the mention of stallions but ignored her needs for the moment, craving more knowledge as she instead continued to read.

Beneath the penis are two ‘testicles’, or 'testes', contained within the ‘scrotal sack’. The testicles are small-to-mid-sized, roughly egg-shaped organs which produce the male 'gemete', or reproductive cell, known as ‘spermatozoa’, or 'sperm' for short, in very large numbers throughout the entire year. Sperm production generally peaks during the breeding seasons during Spring through Fall during which sexually receptive mares are present, but is always present in some quantity throughout the entire year. There are also a number of accessory glands (listed in chapter 3) within a stallion which work together to produce ‘semen’, a viscous fluid that nourishes and carries the sperm into the female’s reproductive tract in a process called ‘breeding', which will be discussed promptly.

Twilight cocked her head, having never heard or read that term before. “'Breeding'?" Twilight asked herself, "What is 'breeding’ and how do the 'sperm' and 'semen' get into the 'vagina'...and WHY do they get into the 'vagina'?" Twilight asked herself, before turning the page and seeing a large heading of 'Breeding'. "Well, I guess I'm gonna find out!" Twilight said, eagerly rubbing her hooves together in anticipation at the prospect of learning more about this problem she was having, and possibly finding a solution.

Twilight started reading again after adjusting herself, spreading her legs further and moving her tail to the side on reflex as she grew more aroused, her wings unfurled and spread across her bed.

'Breeding', or more officially known as 'insemination' – also commonly know as 'mating', 'sex', 'rutting', 'making love/foals' or many other names or euphemism – often occurs during the ‘estrus’, also known as 'heat’, cycle of a mare, but can occur at any time of year a mare is willing to join in this way with a stallion, albeit without the possibility of 'impregnation', which will be discussed later.

During 'full' estrus is the only time during the year that a mare can bear a foal, as it is the only time of year when a sexually mature mare's body prepares to 'ovulate', or release an 'ovum', also known as an 'egg', which is the female gamete, from the 'ovary follicle' – a mass that forms upon one ovary to house a developing egg each estrus.

Twilight cleared her throat before continuing, her hoof slowly starting to rub her spread marehood as she continued to read.

Exactly when a mare's estrus cycles occur depends entirely on the individual mare, and while they generally occur regularly each month between early-to-mid-Spring and early-to-mid-Autumn for most mares, a mare's heat can actually range to any time within Spring, Summer, or Autumn. Estrus cycles generally sync with those of other close mares' however, such as mothers, sisters, or friends, originally to facilitate group breeding, foaling, and rearing when ponies still ran in herds. During the estrus cycle, a mare will feel a warm-to-hot, itchy sensation of varying intensities deep in their lower bellies, as well as a powerful urge to find and be close to stallions or other ponies during this time, especially ones they hold in close regards or as lovers.

A mare's vulva will also inflame and start to excrete a clear, viscous fluid that serves the duel purpose of both instigating and facilitating mating – containing specific hormones known as pheromones to attract a stallion, as well as also serving to lubricate the breeding process, its composition viscous enough to make breeding easier by reducing friction. The cervix will also dilate and relax and cervical mucus will thin, enabling 'insemination' and 'fertilization' to occur easier.

A mare will also have an increased rate of urination during her heat, her urine also containing pheromones to attract a stallion to her, as uncivilized mares typically urinated where they stood.

Twilight ears perked up as she read that 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 almost started hopping around at that grand reveal, but her enthusiasm was then a bit dampened when she realized she didn't even know what 'breeding' meant yet.

Twilight then turned the page to see a cross–section of a penis inside of a vagina and on the page opposite it a diagram of a stallion's ejaculation into a mare's uterus. Flushed by the explicitness, Twilight increased her hoof's rubbing on her crotch, sighing as she felt her pleasure slightly increase. As she rubbed, she started reading again.

When a feral stallion senses a mare in full heat and comes in contact with her, he will generally approach her and nip at her rear. The mare will then urinate (less commonly observed in civilized ponies) and ‘wink’ her clitoris –which is accomplished by contracting the vaginal muscles in a specific way, with it generally being on reflex, but also possible to be performed voluntarily by the mare– to display her readiness and willingness to breed with that stallion. The stallion’s penis will then erect if it hasn't already, expanding three to four times in size...

Twilight's jaw dropped slightly at that, her instincts kicking in hard as she started to buck against her hoof at the mention of a penis expanding in size. She couldn't help but imagine then the illustration in her book in real life, coming and satisfying her need to 'breed'. She shook her thoughts away as she continued reading, her grinding now making it hard to concentrate on the words as her now–constant movements shifted her so much.

...and getting rigid as the tissues inside engorge with blood. It is this rigidity that will enable the stallion to 'penetrate' the mare’s vagina and initiate the breeding process. While most of the earlier described is more restrained in civilized ponies, the general processes are much the same. The stallion and mare may engage in 'foreplay' at this time instead of getting directly into breeding by stimulating each others genitals with hooves, mouths, or other objects in order to further sensitize and prepare themselves for breeding.

Twilight started drooling and moaned again as she teased her winking clitoris, rubbing that sensitive nub a few times before going back to rubbing her lower lips and reading.

After any desired 'foreplay', the stallion will mount, or climb on top of the mare's back in a specific way...

Twilight looked at another diagram showing a stallion mounting a mare, enthralled by the image and feeling another burst of heat from her snatch.

...and will penetrate the mare’s vulva by thrusting his pelvis in such a way as to cause his penis to spread it and enter deep into her vaginal canal. If the mare was a virgin and not sufficiently lubricated before penetration, some pain and bleeding may be experienced upon the initial penetration as the hymen is ruptured, but this is both very uncommon with a mare in estrus, or even sufficiently aroused, given her extensive lubrication of the tissue, and otherwise is generally very brief and minor.

Prior to, as well as moreso after, initial penetration and during 'intercourse', the mare will create more of their natural lubricant involuntarily to ease the friction between the penis and vagina, with the stallion also generally producing viscous fluids of his own to facilitate the breeding – these fluids commonly called called 'pre-ejaculatory fluid', or 'pre-cum' in stallions and 'vaginal secretions' or 'mare–cum' in mares, with many other euphemisms for both.

The stallion will then proceed to repeatedly thrust his pelvis, engaging in 'sexual intercourse' and causing his penis to move into and out of the mare’s vagina at various paces until enough stimulation is accomplished for the stallion and/or mare to achieve ‘orgasm’, with one orgasm generally setting off the other. There are however many other positions in which the stallion may enter the mare beyond the 'traditional' one – with some positions even allowing the mare to lead the pace of the mating by controlling when and how far the stallion is allowed to penetrate her. More information on different sexual positions can be found in Chapter 9, but any mares wishing to get pregnant will find this position quite sufficient to get the job done.

Twilight increased the force of her rubbing, teasing herself while her vaginal muscles started clenching hard now at the descriptions of sex, her self-stimulation finally starting to kick into high gear. As she read on to the final section of that chapter, she could barely concentrate as the pleasure fogged her mind over.

During an 'orgasm', extreme pleasure is felt by both mare and stallion as endorphins, dopamine, and various other pleasure hormones are released from the brain, and a series of involuntary bodily functions occur. For the stallion, orgasm will result in the penis’ glans ‘flaring’ – or expanding greatly in diameter to prevent semen from leaking out, and to press the 'ejaculate' deeper into the mare’s vagina with further thrusts – as well as the ‘ejaculation’ – or forcing out of 'semen' containing 'spermatozoa' – itself from the penis via the urethra. The ejaculate of a stallion generally contains upwards of four billion sperm, with the sperm being brought up from the epidydimis portion of the testes and joined into the 'seminal fluid' before being ejaculated, with the general ejaculate volume of a stallion being 150cc, or 5 fluid ounces, though can range up to 300cc or more in some rare cases of ponies, or yet more still in the case of zebras. This fluid is generally ejected from the penis with high force into the mare’s vagina by a number of involuntary, rhythmic prostatic and pelvic-muscular contractions, usually reaching or bypassing the cervix."

The urethral process will also harden during and just prior to orgasm, and may forced against or slightly into the mare's relaxed cervix, enabling a well-endowed and fully-hilted stallion to possibly ejaculate directly into the uterus itself, almost guaranteeing a fertilization and conception. This kind of cervical penetration is perfectly normal and common among equines, and is indeed the best way to maximize the odds of a mare's pregnancy, though may be considered uncomfortable by some mares.

Twilight paused reading to clench her eyes shut and release a moan, the sensations coming from her dripping–wet 'vagina' causing her head to press back hard in the pillow, making her grit her teeth for a moment as a particularly strong burst of pleasure rushed through her when she teased her clitoris more.

Barely able to read now, Twilight almost gave up as her vision started regularly blurring from the sensory overload her self–pleasure was causing, almost making it impossible to read the fairly–small print. Needing to know what happened next though, she forced herself to read through her blurred vision and nerve–wracking pleasure.

For the mare, orgasm will cause the muscles in the abdomen, vagina, rectum, and uterus to involuntarily contract and relax rhythmically – further stimulating and encouraging the stallion to ejaculate more as well as thrust more repeatedly and deeply into the mare, to introduce the semen further into the mare's reproductive tract and potentially induce a cevical penetration. The involuntary contractions from the mare's vaginal and uterine muscles also draw the ejaculate and sperm deeper into the vagina and uterus, making later 'fertilization', or joining of the ovum with the sperm within the Fallopian tubes, more likely. The ovum will then likely be fertilized upon release from the ovary after the breeding between a mare and stallion, the two gametes combining their genetic information to form a single-cell 'zygote' that multiplies quickly. This joining of sperm and ovum , known as conception or fertilization, is the start of a mare's 'pregnancy' which will be discussed in the next chapter...

After "studying" the diagrams further, especially the ones of the penis, and of penetration and ejaculation, Twilight started to rub her now soaked and burning sex roughly now, her need beyond any need she'd ever before felt. Setting the book down, she now focused more on the sensations she was getting from her nether region then the text, pressing between her lips and into her hole as far as she could without it hurting – then cried out in pleasure as her wanting passage winked against her hoof in response.

Twilight watched herself in the mirror the whole time, watching her hoof rubbing her genitals and turning herself on even more as she saw what she was doing with herself. With every rub she would increase the force and speed of her efforts, starting to pant hard as pleasure coursed through her.

When she imagined her hoof was instead a stallion's penis however, Twilight's pleasure increased exponentially. She pulled out her hoof, then imagined a stallion mounting her and rubbing his 'penis' against her 'vagina', imitating the 'glans' rubbing against her lips with the tip of her hoof. As she imagined him thrusting into her to the hilt, she pressed her own hoof as deep as she dared, shivering in pleasure from the extra stimulation her imagination provided her with.

After a few more moments of rubbing rather roughly into and around her passage, imagining the stallion now thrusting into her and matching each thrust the stallion in her mind gave her in real life with her hoof, she felt everything coming to a head again as her clit was starting to wink against her hoof now.

Twilight suddenly gasped and cried out as she arced her hips up into her hoof, another intense orgasm overtaking her body again as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her. The powerful sensations made her slam her head back into her pillow repeatedly as her body continued milking and grinding against her hoof, each rhythmic contraction sending a wave of tingling pleasure throughout her.

All while she was cumming, Twilight was barely able to breathe from the intensity of the orgasm, with each contraction of her passage causing her vision to grey out occasionally as she gasped for air through the intense release. Her fluids gushed and even squirted out onto her sheets once more, soaking it further in her mare-cum as she continued to rub hard on her slit, subconsciously riding her orgasm out as long as she could.

Twilight continued a chain of orgasms for another full minute, the extensive teasing from before and her fantasy with the stallion overstimulating her as she kept grinding her hoof over and into her soaking passage, continuing to shudder and tremble and moan out through her much–needed releases. Occasionally, she'd nudge her clit with her hoof and add that extra edge to her already blinding pleasure, making her moan or occasionally cry out again at the added surge.

Twilight's body finally calmed down moments later, her tensed muscles relaxing and giving her a chance to breathe properly as her intense orgasms finally ended and the soothing afterglow began. In her post–orgasm bliss, Twilight barely managed to keep a hold on consciousness as her eyes hooded and nearly closed, a small smile crossing her face at feeling so relieved and so good that she just wanted to cuddle up with her pillow and drift off to sleep. “Wow...t–that was amazing! Why have I never tried this before?!” she asked, though there was nopony to answer that but herself.

After resting for a number of minutes, feeling like a bunch of twitching, wonderful–feeling mush laying on the bed; Twilight finally accomplished getting up, getting a drink of water from downstairs and cleaning up her rather large mess from her "learning session", including throwing her soaked bedclothes into the washer. All the while, she still felt somewhat spaced–out from her rather intense orgasms minutes ago...but it had been sooo worth it.

As Twilight felt the burning in her rear start up again a few minutes later, although now less intense thanks to her taking the edge off earlier, she sighed in disappointment. Why didn't that "orgasm" just end her heat completely?! Curious now as to why her estrus had 'started' again, Twilight picked up and opened the book with her magic to see if there was a way to actually stop her ‘estrus cycle’ and therefore the burning – starting to read a section she'd previously skipped as she'd started rubbing herself, not thinking it relevant at the time.

A mare’s 'full' estrus cycle will generally end naturally after a period of about five to seven days without breeding, or after a successful breeding session resultant in a stallion ejaculating inside the mare and impregnating her. If the mare was bred but not impregnated, the mare will go into heat again soon after – generally within a few days, but in some instances even within the same day."

"As a technical note, there are also other ways to stave off a mare's heat and the sensations alongside, with this generally through 'masturbation', or stimulating one's self, or with 'sex toys', which are generally artificial peni. These methods, however, only provide temporary relief and must therefore be administered regularly to keep the mare's hormones and breeding urges under check. There are also ways to completely end a mare’s heat for a short time – including potions and–

Twilight turned the page again and was slightly surprised when a sealed note dropped from inside the book and quickly landed on the wood floor, the wax seal upon it weighing it down quickly. Levitating the note up off the floor with her magic, Twilight broke the seal and read the note upon seeing her name written upon it.

My dearest student Twilight,

If you’re reading this, it means I believe you have grown and learned enough about friendship and companionship and have entrusted you with learning about sex and reproduction, which may lead on to something even deeper then even friendship: love. As sex ed is mandatory in classrooms, and everypony else in the castle knows what sex is, I can safely presume you'd be the only one borrowing this book from the Royal Archives.

Due to your curiosity and knowing your habits, you’re likely reading this note during your estrus. As I strongly I expect you are, I have a task for you and expect you to immediately partake upon it upon finishing this letter: you are to travel to Zecora’s hut and ask her to prepare seven 'Heat Potions’ for you. This potion will end your estrus cycle and fertility for the day, and thereby any discomfort you may be feeling...

...unless of course you have a special somepony you want to share this time with instead! ♥

Forever your mentor,
☼ Princess Celestia

Twilight giggled and shook her head at the last sentence, figuring it was just Celestia pulling another prank on her as she was wont to do. Twilight figured that Celestia knew she wouldn't be romantically interested in anypony upon reading that book and was instead just teasing her as she so often did.

Still, Twilight wasn't one to reject the Sun Princess’s missions, even if it meant possibly putting herself in danger in the Everfree Forest. Twilight immediately packed her saddlebags with a few items – a few carrots and bottles of water just in case she got lost, the book on reproduction, and another book involving basic unicorn spells so she could ask Zecora if any would help with her current or future heats– and Celestia's note. She then headed off to the Everfree Forest, off to complete the task her mentor had set her upon.

Chapter 1.1: Apple Family Roots

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Applejack (as foals)

Contains: suggested adult incest, foalcon including defloration, and consensual "underage" (read young adolescent x pre-teen) incestuous cunnilingus, breeding and impregnation.

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Zecora the zebra made her way towards Sweet Apple Acres, the homestead of the Apple Family and Ponyville's main source of food. Zecora had traveled to Ponyville on one of her many visits to Sweet Apple Acres that month, headed there now to get her weekly supply of food as well as restock on a certain other plant she used in her potion – but also to ask a favor.

As the only zebra in the area and also a most prolific alchemist, Zecora got frequent demands for her heat–quelling potion every year – and as such, every year she has to travel to Sweet Apple Acres to get a certain herb, with the Apple family long ago agreeing to grow herbs and other ingredients in bulk for her to make the mass quantities of her potions demanded each year in Ponyville. As part of the agreement, they not only got free potions on request but also got a small amount of income as well.

After she had barely crossed the threshold of the farm's gate, Zecora heard a small voice call out to her. “Why howdy there Zecora!" Apple Bloom, the youngest Apple of the family, shouted out as she galloped up to the zebra with a wide smile. The small yellow filly quickly wrapped her forehooves around Zecora's neck and gave it a squeeze, giving her a tight hug in greeting. After all, Zecora was not only a top customer to the Apple family, but also a close friend!

Zecora would often frequently visit Sweet Apple Acres to retrieve the various plants and herbs they grew for her potions, but also sometimes to simply visit with them when their and her schedules weren't so hectic. This was a business trip however, as Zecora had just run out of the vital herb she knew she'd be needing a mass quantity of soon – the one used to enhance the potency of her 'heat–potion'. After all it was springtime and Zecora knew many mares would soon be going into their estrus cycles, with some of her earliest clients going into heat at around this exact time each year.

With the lack of stallions around town and a high number of Earth Pony mares who preferred a non–magic approach to resolving their heats without a stallion, there was no doubt that Zecora's potion would be desperately sought and needed by all of the single mares in Ponyville. As such, she'd be having a massive demand for her heat–ending potion...but with no ingredients to make it as strong as it was needed, the potion would fizzle out within hours instead of a day, leaving the poor mares again at the whims of their hormones that much sooner.

As Apple Bloom broke the hug and backed away slightly, she asked Zecora "So, what brings y’ here?”

Zecora smiled and decided that telling her exactly why she was here likely wasn't a good idea given her age, instead giving a less specific response. “Hello, little missus; do you know where may I find your brother and sis? For I have some apples and ingredients to retrieve, and a request to make before I leave.”

Apple Bloom nodded towards a small storage barn a short distance away, answering; “Oh…they’re both up in the barn right over there, like they always are 'round this time of year. Y’all need me t' guide ya over there?" Apple Bloom asked with a wide smile, bouncing slightly on her hooves in excitement at the prospect of being helpful to her zebra friend.

Despite the destination being only a short walk away, Zecora nodded her head as she politely accepted the filly's offer to guide her. “What a kind heart you've got; lead on, shall we trot?”

Moments later as they approached the barn, Zecora started hearing some oddly...sexual...noises coming from it. Not wanting Applebloom to pick up on them if she hadn't already, Zecora thanked Apple Bloom for guiding her there a good distance away and gave her a couple Bits as thanks. "Golly thanks, Miss Zecora!" Applebloom said as the zebra placed the small golden coins into her hoof and quickly parted ways with her, then waved goodbye as Zecora walked towards the barn.

“Glad I could help! Bye Zecora!" Apple Bloom said as she walked away, hearing the normal "sounds of spring" coming from the small barn as she did every year and totally ignoring them. Instead of the routine noises coming from the 'Spring–moaning shed' as she'd named it, she was thinking instead of the sleepover the Cutie Mark Crusaders would be having tonight and what ways they could use to finally get that evasive Cutie Mark to appear on their flanks. Fly fishing? Nah, too wet. Sky–diving? They'd already tried that! Hmm...

After arriving at the barn now unaccompanied, Zecora stepped inside but couldn't see Big Mac nor Applejack on the ground level. Seconds later however, she picked up on the heavy breathing coming from the hayloft, followed by a creaking of the floorboards above her. Moments after, she heard a stifled female moan and sharp male exhalation, as well as a series what sounded like the soft slaps of wet flesh on flesh. Zecora coughed involuntarily, with the overpowering earthy–musky scent of an Earth–Pony mare in heat and stallion in rut very strong in the small building. Two heads shot over the edge in an instant at that sudden noise, one smaller and orange and one large and red, with that being all of them Zecora could see of the two farm ponies.

“Oh…uh…hi Zecora… uh, we weren't expectin’ y' fer a while.” Applejack stammered out, a deep blush forming on her orange face, with Big Mac’s own face turning an even deeper shade of red then it naturally was as he simply looked at the floor in embarrassment. Both heads then disappeared from sight, with a clattering of hooves following. A soft and wet–sounding pop was heard seconds later, with two heavy thumps on the loft floor as the two shared a disappointed–sounding groan immediately after.

“A–anyhow, w–what can we do ya for?” Applejack asked moments later as their heads appeared over the edge of the hayloft again, both of their blushes deeper then before. Zecora shook herself out of her trance as she heard a soft dripping sound coming from behind her, knowing very well she wasn't peeing when she felt a very specific warmth and need developing between her legs from their pheromones.

Zecora then started to feel very uncomfortable as she was stared at so intensely by Applejack and her brother, clearly having interrupted the siblings in the middle of something... seemingly very intimate. She then decided to simply dismiss herself and let them finish up...whatever it was they were doing and talk to them about her requests later when they were less preoccupied. "I can see you're preoccupied; so I wouldn't want to make you decide – between your task and your talk with me; so I'll just let you be! I'll be outside when you're done; so go on now and have your fun!" she exclaimed, blushing intensely and galloping outside as as she realized how much she'd revealed to them of what she knew.

As she arrived outside, Zecora felt her marehood wink and her inner muscles contract, the heat of lust rising again in her. She knew she shouldn't, that it was wrong on so many levels, but the pheromones she'd inhaled from inside the barn and memories of what she'd heard in there rolled around in her head and forced her hoof in the matter. Leaving a trail of mare–juice drips behind her, Zecora moved around to the side of the barn, looking for some way to subtly relieve herself.

As Zecora heard another shared moan come from inside the barn, one clearly a stallion and the other a mare, she decided that if she was going to get herself off to the incestuous couple, she may as well have some proper stimulation. Let's see if I can't get a front row seat; to what is sure to be a sexual feat! she thought as she quickly traveled around the back of the barn, shortly after discovering some hay bales stacked up to an open loft window. Perfect...!, she thought, the first time abandoning her rhyme since the first –and last!– time she'd tried to describe an orange circle.

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Applejack looked back at Big Mac with a lusty glint in her eyes, her need burning hot in her rear and Applejack more then randy about it. “Now where we, BIG brother?” Applejack asked, quickly offering herself again to her handsome hunk of a stallion that was her brother, flicking her tail up over her back and flagging herself to him – offering him to mount her again as he had just before Zecora had arrived.

The two had been right in the middle of 'planting his apple tree' when Zecora had showed up early, with them finally finding some alone–time together since Applejack went into full heat that morning. The wait had been torture for Applejack, with her having a particularly rough start this year – her mound was swollen and dripping wet in anticipation of Big Mac's yearly visit and now was the time to make up for his absence.

Applejack's puffy slit winked at Big Mac as she bent her front half down slightly, presenting herself to him again and very eager to get back to what they were doing before Zecora's interruption. Big Mac sniffed at her proffered rear on reflex, but it was purely for his own pleasure – his stallionhood already as hard as possible and throbbing, the overwhelming scent of her heat already prevalent throughout the barn.

Mac sniffed deep again as he took in the unique scent of her marehood – her scent faintly reminding him of the Gala apples they grew on the farm, but mixed with the pungent, earthy-musky scent only an Earth Pony mare in heat could produce. He placed a hoof on her rump as he pushed himself up on her again, the scent of her heat spurring him on even further as he now properly mounted his sister.

Applejack sighed in relief as she had so many times before at the weight of her brother's chest and underside once more rubbing upon her croup, feeling his forehooves again gripping tightly at her sides as he lined himself up. Big Mac was careful to check his positioning before he thrust, the same as he did every year since her first heat those many years ago...

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Many years ago when Big Mac and Applejack were still older foals of fifteen and ten respectively, Big Mac—then just Mac—went out to the fields mid-morning to make sure that the sproutlings from the grass–seed he'd planted Winter Wrapup Day were growing well. When he arrived, he looked them over and saw they were healthy-looking and sprouting normally, smiling at his job well done – and at having succeeded in the first serious job he'd been allowed to do on the farm. Pa would have been proud...

Mac then headed down towards the west fields to water the apple seeds he'd planted the same day, eager to see them sprout as well and grow a giant apple tree. He thought to himself of growing the biggest apple tree Equestria had ever seen and smiled around the handle of the watering can. A colt can dream right?

When Mac's nose detected a faint musky scent, he felt his upper lip raise on reflex, as well as feeling instinctively drawn deeper into the west fields. He wasn't sure why, but he felt compelled to find the odor's source; a deep need making him seek it out. As he continued to walk, he felt his penis growing oddly tight in his sheathe now, with him noticing that certain scent and the tightening in his sheathe both occurrences that had been happening more and more during springtime as he grew older and went into puberty. Unbeknownst to him he had started to grow erect, his body reacting to the female pheromones in the air.

Upon arriving at the west fields, Mac saw his sister Applejack sitting in a nearby patch of leftover snow. Her orange coat was softly shimmering in the spring sun from her sweating, but it wasn't that hot out...matter of fact it was slightly nippy to him! As Mac grew nearer to Applejack, his nose instantly led him to her planted rear, the musky scent quickly reaching its peak of concentration as he felt his penis fully drop from his sheathe now, quickly hardening from the scent of a filly in heat. Mac started sniffing against Applejack's rear, wanting more of that glorious scent as he then started nudging against her croup, trying to get under her tail to what seemed to be the source.

Applejack felt her head get light suddenly as she smelled a strong, unmistakably male scent coming from behind her, her muzzle detecting the scent of a stallion's pheromones nearby. The snow she was sitting in was no longer able contain the strange heat emanating from her loins since this morning as the burning intensified now from that odor, between her legs growing hotter as her juices started to increase and drip onto the already-wet ground beneath her.

Applejack groaned softly in discomfort as her body's need grew, a need for what she didn't know, but she knew she instinctively that she needed something and that she needed that something badly. As she felt a muzzle sniff and press against her seated rear, Applejack shot up and moved her tail up and to the side as her small flower winked against the air on reflex, letting out another soft moan and spreading her back legs as she peed a little on the ground. Unintentionally yet instinctively inviting the male behind her to breed her in the most primitive and obvious way possible.

Mac saw the filly's invitation and immediately lunged at her, mounting her and his hooves wrapped tightly around her much smaller frame before he even knew what happened. As he started to thrust against her, he wasn't even able to control his body, running on pure instinct now as he continued to hump against this needing young mare. His pheromone–filled mind didn't care that she was his sister, nor that she hadn't asked nor permitted him to do this – all it cared about were the rapid, hard thrusts his flat head made against the filly-in-heat's back end as he instinctively searched for...the bee's honeypot?

Mac moaned as he finally felt a warm spot against his penis' tip, with him feeling a burst of pleasure unlike his virgin mind ever had before as he pressed his sensitive head against the tight and warm something. He'd only pressed in ever so slightly into warm spot when he heard a surprised cry of pain – Applejack crying out at the pressure against her hole. When that cry finally snapped Mac out of his lustful haze, he looked down to where he was pressing into – and immediately pulled back as he realized where his member was, quickly coming fully to his senses and dismounting her after discovering that he'd tried to put himself up his virgin sister's butt.

The next moments were very awkward as Mac clumsily apologized and explained what was happening to his little sister, as well as trying to explain why he'd been trying to put his 'willy' up her butt. With his penis still aching in need of release he explained the basics about the birds and the bees to her, sloppily telling her why she'd reacted the way she did when he'd approached her and nudged on her croup, with him mainly focusing on a mare's heat cycles and natural reflexes to stallions during that time.

The more Mac explained about the facts of life, the more Applejack felt the faint ember in her ignite – starting to feel the then–soft heat in her rear increasing in intensity as her brother stumbled through the description of breeding, which he himself could unsurprisingly barely remember from Granny Smith's vague and disjointed lesson on the matter. She looked at his hard breeding rod the entire time as he explained what mounting was and what happened after, the foreign thoughts of having it inside her overtaking her thoughts. She needed it...needed him inside her. Now.

As Mac said "...and then th' bee fertilizes the honeypot with his stinger...", he finally gave up trying to explain mating, confusing himself and probably moreso his sister with his rambling. Instead, he came up with a better idea, perhaps his libido thinking more then his brain as he asked his sister – "Maybe Ah could jus' show y', li'l sis?"

Her brother's offer instantly stoked Applejack's curiosity, making her feel another burst of heat and prickling from between her legs. Applejack nodded to herself as she thought briefly, then spoke her thoughts aloud – "S' all Ah gotta do is stand here and be "stung" by you, it'll feel real good, an' then this here itchin' and burnin'll go away?" Mac nodded and opened his mouth to warn her of the risk of them making a foal together, but Applejack didn't want to hear anything more about it. She needed this burning to stop, so if all she had to do is be "stung" by her brother and 'feel real good' to end it, then she'd gladly do it. Applejack put a hoof over Mac's muzzle then pushed down lightly to shut him up, then turned and shook her rear at him as she nearly shouted her next demand. "Well, then get on t' stingin' me already!"

Unsure if his sister knew or understood the implications or risks of what she wanted from him, but unable to care anymore let alone think due to his mind being clouded by his pheromone-induced lust, Mac's muzzle nudged Applejack's half–flagged tail aside and nuzzled experimentally against her swollen young slit as he again took in her musky scent, feeling his member throb as he breathed it in. "Big bro what're ya..." Applejack started to ask – but instead of finishing she sighed in approval as his muzzle started softly nudging against her needing flesh, that simple touch having sent light bursts of pleasure through her already.

Mac debated what to do next but quickly was answered when he felt a wetness on his muzzle and was pressed against Applejack's folds, the initial touch clearly making her want more. He licked his lips when he pulled away from his sister's sudden action, tasting a hint of apples as he cleaned his sister's juices off his muzzle, then proceeding in diving right in and licking along her small flower as he further tasted his first mare. He liked it and he definitely wanted more.

Applejack visibly tensed up as Mac started to lick harder into her 'honeypot', rewarding her brother with a shudder and a hard moan as his tongue unintentionally brushed over her clitoris.

With pleasure surging through her young body, Applejack couldn't feel anything but the tingling pleasure all throughout her as her brother's inexperienced tongue penetrated her and start flopping around inside her wet passage. "D–Don't stop bro...please..." she whined out as she dug at the ground in front of her hard with her fore-hoof, leaving large gashes on the ground as she struggled to cope with her first eating–out.

Applejack's heat-addled body couldn't care less the skill of the young stallion, with him merely flopping around inside her and not even trying to find the sensitive spots every mare had—wholly inexperienced, but making up for it in enthusiasm—her body caring only about the fact that her vagina finally had something moving inside of it, and eagerly clenching down on that object hard to prevent it from getting away.

As Mac amateurishly licked inside his sister for a moment more, Applejack suddenly cried out in pleasure as she felt her pleasure suddenly and sharply spike when he hit that one lower spot again, muscles she didn't even know she had starting to clamp down and send waves of intense pleasure surging throughout her.

When Mac pressed into his sister's passage more—now pressing very deeply into Applejack's 'honeypot'—he felt an incredible tightness on his tongue as he heard her cry out again, but this time with a completely different tone from when he'd mounted her before. Applejack arched her back and started to instinctively grind against her big brother's muzzle as he brought her to her first-ever climax, with him feeling her muscles clenching down hard on his tongue as she cried out yet again in pleasure, trembling and giving loud whinnies as she came. He felt a splash of wetness on his face and muzzle, quickly followed by another as Applejack gushed her first-ever release.

Mac couldn't take simply pleasing Applejack anymore, his instincts demanding stimulation – demanding him to breed his mare now. He pulled his tongue out of Applejack and then pressed his hoof down on her haunches as he lifted himself up, mounting her again on instinct.

Applejack looked back at her brother as he climbed on her, watching as he lined up, her need rising even higher then it was before he'd licked her, the burn a lit pyre in her belly. "So now yer gonna 'sting' me, right?" she asked somewhat nervously as she felt his chest and belly rub against her croup, somewhat afraid her was gonna chicken out and leave her like this. This thought was quickly quelled as Mac started to shift around on top of her and unsteadily thrust against her, making her even more horny now that her stallion had her mounted and pinned beneath him.

Not responding to his sister's earlier question, Mac instead started grinding against her haunches rapidly as he thrust against her again, this time looking down as he moved. When he saw his tip at the entrance to Applejack's 'honeypot', he clutched her sides tightly as he thrust in hard.

Mac took Applejack's virginity in one swift thrust, with her so wet from her heat and his licking that it didn't hurt at all, the penetration instead making her moan out in blazing pleasure as Mac's seven-inch colthood shortly after hilted in her very slick passage. Each pony caught up in the intense sensations now rushing through themselves for the first time.

Mac gave his sister and himself a moment to breathe after hilting in her, taking in the sensations as he felt her tight, velvety passage grip him in a vice-like grasp, her fillyhood getting what it so desired and not letting it go easily. When she loosened enough for him to move again, Mac started his pace at a slow hump before an urge again kicked in soon after, which made him start thrusting hard, deep and fast into her warmth; his instinct guiding him on the fastest path to properly breed his mare.

After a number of the hard thrusts, with each one pressing against something very deep inside her foal-tunnel, Applejack started whinnying again as she cried out in bliss. "Mac...I...t-tingles again!" Applejack uttered, and at that her inexperienced body started clenching down hard on Big Mac's cock as she came again, orgasmic pleasure silencing her as her young stallion was forced to slow his thrusts, her becoming tighter and harder to enter. Still, he continued all the same, making her shudder and groan through the extreme pleasure now surging through her, feeling that she was still being rutted during her orgasm. Apparently he needed this just as much as she did now.

Mac meanwhile was in heaven, his tongue lulling out as he took the soft, hot and tightly-gripping tunnel of his sister, his first mare-in-heat, as his own. It felt so perfect as he thrust in hard through her orgasm, her clenching innards squeezing so tightly against his member and making him groan at the sensation, the resistance that Applejack's contractions caused only making him want to thrust harder to get deep into her again. So he did.

At this point, Mac's body was only concerned with the final step in this ancient dance of mare and stallion as he felt her silken walls squeezing so tightly against his breeding rod, that final step being to give this mare what her body was effectively milking him of and what she so desperately needed. His 'seed to fertilize her honeypot'.

As Mac felt Applejack's foal-passage clenching down hard on him one last time, he could take no more. With a loud groan and a final thrust he planted himself as deeply into her as he could, feeling something snap somewhere down there, followed by a growing and series of hard throbs coming from his 'stinger'. As he stayed hilted balls-deep in his sister's passage, Mac kept himself as deeply into that warmth as he could, his own tail flagging, signaling his dawning climax.

A passionate scream escaped Mac's throat as Applejack started whinnying again, the young mare feeling pulses from his 'stinger' inside her, along with feeling deep inside herself being spread wider as he seemingly grew! She could feel her deepest depths spreading further as Mac's glans flared, soon followed by a few more hard throbs as a wet warmth started spraying very deep inside of her.

The feeling of that warmth and of being filled and stretched so tightly extended her orgasm, making Applejack start to scream anew as Mac started to shoot his load into her procreant body, sending his first waves of young stallion cream into her as he started planting his seed into her very fertile 'plot'.

Mac started thrusting hard again when he started cumming, gripping her barrel tighter as his instincts demanded he hold her tight to him and force himself as far into her as possible. His penis was apparently a perfect fit for Applejack's breeding canal as, with a few more deep thrusts, his flared head kissed then pressed against her cervix, his twitch–twitch–twitching shaft now gushing directly into her virgin womb and letting nothing escape as his flared head sealed against it with each thrust.

Applejack weakly moaned out one last time as Mac bit her crest and gave it a gentle tug, adding that extra bit of stimulation and making her fall silent and limp as she suddenly lost consciousness, blacking out from the extreme pleasure and over-stimulation as she came once more, her mind overwhelmed and simply giving out. As she passed out, the filly slumped down to the ground, losing all control of her body as she fell into sleep's dark embrace.

Mac noticed he was slipping out as Applejack started to slump to the ground, feeling her warmth sliding down and away from him until only his flared head was still lodged inside his sister. Instinctively desperate to be hilted inside his mare during his climax, the colt crouched down over Applejack's unconscious body and thrust sharply, satisfying his most base urge as he again felt his full penis surrounded by her warm and clenching muscles. He felt complete again as he planted himself to the base and again bit down on her crest, thrusting hard a few times for good measure to make sure he was indeed as far into her as possible.

Running purely on instinct now, Mac held still as he continued shooting his load directly into his sister's small womb for a good while, filling it completely as he held her stifles sealed to his. He held her crest tightly between his teeth to keep her in place as she was seeded, unaware she was actually unconscious and incapable of movement anyhow.

As it had no way to get past his flared head, Mac's ejaculate started to make Applejack's abdomen expand slightly as he came more into her, his body intent to make this mare in need as full as possible as he continued to give her his first ever release. Applejack's reflexes were still working his cock even as she was unconscious, her rhythmic contractions trying to pull his cum as deeply inside her as they could but not realizing it was futile. Mac was already planting his seed directly where it needed to be.

After he finally finished his last squirts into her moments later and felt her milking movements stop as well, Mac's back hooves were quivering as he pulled out of Applejack and barely managed to dismount her on his wobbly hooves. A pearl of his semen very soon after escaped her passage and was followed by more, with her well-stretched passage offering little resistance as it developed to a small stream, her body ridding itself of the excess of his rather generous donation.

Mac stood beside his sleeping sister for a moment to make sure she was OK, his lust subsiding and him, at last, realizing that Applejack had passed out. He checked her out as best as he could given his lack of any medical experience, but didn't really notice anything past pure exhaustion and over–stimulation being the cause of her fainting.

Exhausted himself from such an intense first breeding, Mac flopped down next to his sister, virtually collapsing beside Applejack and onto the soft, recently-tilled ground beneath them. His heavy eyelids shut as he looked upon the smiling face of his sleeping sister, then laid his muzzle on her crest and soon after joined her in the realm of Luna.

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Mac had 'stung' Applejack many more times in the following days, each time bringing her to a remote place before mounting and breeding her. He'd gripped her crest between his teeth as he took her roughly, with her each time submitting willingly to her brother and instincts as he came deeply inside of her belly, again and again, each time filling her well as she came herself, constantly in orgasmic bliss as her brother mated her until the burning went away within a couple of days.

It was a couple of weeks after her heat ended before Applejack started to get an increased appetite, with Granny Smith just figuring she was going through another growth spurt. It was many months later however, before her belly started to grow significantly, with it then being quite evident she was pregnant. When asked who the sire of the foal was, all Applejack would say was that he was 'somepony very close to her', but she would never reveal a name.

Just over eleven months after she and Mac had danced the ancient dance of stallion and mare, Applejack foaled a healthy filly, a beautiful red mane adorning her head and a bright yellow coat upon her body. Applejack and Mac had discussed a name for their foal in secret: if it was a colt, they'd name him Jonagold. But if it was a filly, the name they decided upon was one that had been hard thought on, memories of what Mac had left in Applejack's hair when she'd awoken from their first mating at the front of her mind when she'd decided upon the name for their daughter, the name she'd just given their filly.

The name of Apple Bloom.

Chapter 2: Denclop's Return

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Zecora

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. Upon Mac's face, a mask formed from seemingly nothingness. The mask of Denclop coming out of cloaking.

“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. Denclop said to the lonely zebra; <...let me fill you with your Gift.>

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; the being asked, and Zecora felt her throat muscles relax and stop their spasms, allowing Big Mac to push his entire length into her muzzle and throat without her gagging on it again.

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; Zecora watched as Big Mac returned behind her, her eyes not leaving his swinging member as he passed by her, with it being her only hope of getting any lasting relief.

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. Zecora felt all oppressive pressure removed from her back and the rest of her body, now allowing her to move freely. As Zecora stood upright, her body instinctively tensed up for what it knew what was coming as she heard a clop clop of hooves approaching her rear, her clit winking rapidly to the stallion behind her, begging him to mount her.

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.

asked Denclop, grinning as she heard Zecora's breathless plea, knowing the response before she'd even asked the desperate mare before her. Denclop just needed to hear it from her. Needed to hear her beg for Her Gift.

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!”

Denclop replied boisterously, Big Mac pulling his hips pulling back, his member sliding out of Zecora when Denclop finally heard what she wanted from her.

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 paid no mind to the apparent taunt, instead continuing to grind against Big Mac's pelvis as she tried to extend her already-waning orgasm.

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.

Donclop growled, then pulled out and thrust in again hard. Suddenly Big Mac’s stifles were a blur as he unleashed a flurry of thrusts, pounding into her so hard Zecora’s entire body rocked and trembled like she was in an earthquake, the sounds of wet flesh on flesh titillating their ears as he slapped his pelvis against her soaking-wet flank with each thrust.

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.

Chapter 3.1: Crossing Paths with a Goddess

Pairing(s): Twilight Sparkle(solo)

Contains: Female masturbation(hooves/some magic).

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Twilight had become lost in the depths of Everfree Forest for the entire day, and despite knowing the path to Zecora's, something had changed since she'd visited Zecora last. Whether it be a new bush or tree, something had thrown her off and instead sent her deeper into the woods. She'd tried to blink back to her home or to Zecora's, but found something was interrupting her magic and therefore spells. The Everfree was quite an odd place, avoided by ponies for a very good reason. It was magical, beautiful and mysterious...but as always dangerous and very unpredictable. As she'd watched the sun setting, Twilight realized she'd braved the Everfree Forest at night only once before...and she still remembered it like it was yesterday.

Twilight remembered back to when the cockatrice had turned her to stone and she had returned back to Ponyville with Fluttershy, after she'd been turned back to a pony again when Fluttershy had used "The Stare” on the cockatrice and forced it to turn her back. Twilight realized this was the first time she had ever been truly alone at night in the Everfree Forest and shuddered; but she couldn’t decide whether it was at the unpleasant memories, or at the ever-present heat in her loins.

As she walked after the sun had fully set, Twilight felt the unpleasantness between her legs start to really start burning again, the movements of her hours-long walking working her up to a boiling point. After a few more minutes of ever-mounting heat and itchiness, Twilight decided in her heat-addled state of mind that a quick session of what she had done earlier couldn’t hurt, and that maybe she could finally scratch that incessant itch for good. Besides, all the beasts in the woods were still sleeping now, right?

...Right?

Leaning against a comfortably smooth tree, quite an oddity in the gnarled Everfree Forest, Twilight gathered some large leaves to make a makeshift bed so she wouldn't get dirty “down there” from being on the dirt ground. After properly placing them and getting comfortable, Twilight sanitized her hooves, crotch and the leaves with a a clensing salve, putting herself at ease to any thoughts of infections from dirty hooves.

Twilight then unpacked and opened the book about reproduction she'd brought with her, once again flipping through it before reaching the diagrams and descriptions of the stallion anatomy and of breeding.

Twilight slowly moved her hooves down her barrel, teasing herself as she inched closer to her prize. As she reached her lower abdomen, she accidentally ran her hooves over the hardening nipples on the teats barely above her slit, rubbing them with a gasp at how sensitive they were. Discovering how good it felt she played with them a little while longer, the odd thought of foals nursing on them came to her mind as her subconscious kicked its opinions in.

She played with her teats a little longer, but stopped as another wave of heat from her groin reminded her of her real target. Deciding to get on with it already, Twilight reached down to her now–flowing lips and pressed in hard. No more hesitation, no more teasing. She instead rubbed her clit roughly, panting hard as pleasure surged through her.

As she rubbed harder still, intent on extinguishing the itch and needing to finish so badly, Twilight pressed as deep as she could without it hurting. At times she even tested stretching her limits a little by pressing deeper and letting the light pain mix with her pleasure, the two sensations combining into a new one she’d never felt before but absolutely loved.

Twilight rubbed herself for what felt like hours trying her hardest to just cum already, but her body was resilient to the lesser stimulation. She realized she needed something more to finally tip her over.

Many minutes of furious rubbing and kneading later, Twilight finally felt like she was nearing her climax. Wanting to hurry it along, she rubbed her clit as fast as she could with her hoof, eager to feel her orgasm already as her body still resisted her hoof‘s efforts, making her have to work that much harder to finally get it.

On a stroke of ingenuity, Twilight cast a weak warming spell on her passage and slit, causing her magic to make a brief violet flash, lighting up the clearing she was in momentarily. The soft warming sensation, combined with her being so close and constantly pushing herself closer, was all she could take as she finally tipped over her edge.

At long last Twilight climaxed, unable to contain a quiet whinny as she came hard and pressed her hoof in as far as she could into her needing passage, loving the feeling of fullness she got from it; the feeling of something at least partially inside her to clamp down on as she released. She thrust her soaking crotch against her hoof once more as she ground against it, barely containing another deep moan as she realized just how loud she was being, quickly shoving her unoccupied hoof inside her mouth to silence herself throughout the intense orgasm. When her hoof rubbed her clit mid-orgasm, Twilight's hips arced up and she nearly started screaming from the intensity of that touch, her hoof stifling it as she involuntarily let her pleasure be voiced.

As she was coming down from her orgasm, a large puddle of saliva on her chest and her juices streaming down her flank and into her tail, Twilight suddenly heard a rustling in a nearby clump of bushes. This sharply snapped her out of her orgasmic daze, with her mind screaming at her she might be in danger given her location. After all the Everfree not known for cute little critters, but instead as the home of ferocious monsters.

In anticipation for the worst, Twilight quickly channeled some magic into her horn, making it glow lightly from the magic coursing through it now. She brought to the front of her mind the spell which allowed her to shoot a beam of physical magic, prepared to defend herself if she needed to.

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Blurred vision of darkness and trees is all Big Mac could see when he finally awoke again, his shared connections with his body slowly reforming as his consciousness recovered. Immediately, Big Mac realized he was still unable to control his body but found himself able to feel and sense everything, realizing in horror that he was effectively a prisoner in his own body.

Having awakened earlier from the psychic shockwave Denclop had sent at him earlier, Big Mac had been forced through the sex session with Zecora. He was horrified at the situation of being unable to control his body but still able to feel and sense everything; the tightness of her throat as he thrust into it, the unique salty-sweet flavor as he licked her dripping wet slit, the way she squeezed on his member when she had released her first time, him bursting through her cervix and cumming straight into her womb, the seemingly endless orgasm and stream of seed he pumped into her…

Big Mac 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 however, she was unprepared for his awakening as Big Mac burst through the mental “wall” separating him from Denclop...and was surprised when her vessel regained control of his body, forcing her out of control for a moment as she recovered from his sudden attack.

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Big Mac was slightly in shock that it had actually worked and quickly thought how to use his stolen time. He thought to head towards Canterlot, towards Princess Celestia. Surely she knew what was happening and how to fix it! Slightly wobbly given that he was suddenly thrust back in control after hours of being powerless, Big Mac moved as quickly as he could towards Ponyville.

No more than ten seconds had passed when Big Mac felt himself lose control once more, slammed back through the wall and into the virtual cage he was now in; again forced to watch, taste, smell, feel and hear everything, but not be able to directly influence anything.

the other voice screamed at him inside his mind. He tried to say a few choice words to the body-thief, but couldn't get a response, with it seeming that he was unable to communicate back and only she could speak to him. The voice started once more;

Big Mac tried to fight against her once more, but felt as Denclop again sapped his power. He started to lose vision first, then all else as he drifted into the oblivion of unconsciousness once more.

As she felt Big Mac's consciousness fade, Denclop saw a violet flash and heard a breeding whinny from between the branches of a nearby bush, making her curiosity perk up. She enabled her cloaking, making the mask totally invisible and undetectable by touch to anypony, then moved through the bush towards the moan she had earlier heard.

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Twilight heard the rustling once again and tensed up, prepared to cast her spell at first sight of danger as she stared intently at the bush, waiting tensely for something to happen. When something suddenly parted the bush she nearly shot off her spell, but calmed down some after seeing it was a silhouette of what looked like a fellow pony! She kept the magic on her horn as she barely saw the silhouette start to move towards her, the red of its coat barely visible but slowly becoming easier to detect the closer it got to the light emanating from her horn.

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Upon seeing the remnants of a violet magic aura upon what could be presumed as a unicorn's horn, with that being all Denclop could see of the unicorn given the darkness of the Forest, Big Mac tensed up for a second out of surprise at another pony being out here at such an hour. When she saw the aura fully diminish, she then stepped out of the bush fully and started getting closer to where she'd seen it before. As she got closer, Big Mac suddenly bumped into the other pony, hearing a loud yelp of surprise as she bumped into the unicorn and seeing but a flash of a violet coat before watching it fall to the ground.

“OH MY GOSH!” Twilight exclaimed, perhaps louder then she should have given her location. Upon getting up quickly and casting a light spell, she saw a red coat, short sandy–blonde mane and half–apple cutie mark. It's Big Macintosh...but...what is HE doing here at this hour?! she asked herself. Despite the oddness of the situation, Twilight was still happy to see another pony, way more so then a Timberwolf or Manticore! “Oh! It’s just you Big Mac! But…why are you in the Everfree Forest at night?” Twilight asked him, her inquisitive nature omni–present regardless of the situation.

Upon seeing the lavender unicorn in the light spell, seeing the rounded muzzle and smaller frame, Denclop quickly determined the unicorn was a mare. Upon noticing the unicorn also had wings, she was taken aback – she must be a Lesser Princess! After digging through Big Mac's memories, she quickly discovered this mare was named 'Princess' Twilight Sparkle...and that she had been awarded the title of "Princess" after completing a significant magical feat.

Denclop realized this was not just another simple mare before her, knowing the status of Princess was only reserved for the very most powerful and accomplished ponies throughout history. Denclop still decided to communicate with this 'Twilight Sparkle', for perhaps she could help her find civilization, but had to choose her words very carefully given the mare's status.

Deciding to simply be honest in response to the mare named Twilight's question, Denclop had Big Mac simply shrug his wide shoulders. “Ahm lost.”

“Huh?” Twi asked quizzically, “But why are you in the Everfree Forest? How did you get lost in such a remote place of Equestria as this?”

“Was goin’ t' help Zecora clean like she asked me to yesterday..." Denclop had him say, accessing Big Mac's memories freely. Deciding the rest of the truth was too revealing of herself, she substituted –"...But she wasn't at her hut, so Ah left ‘n’ then got los' out here when it got dark. Been los' ev'r since.” Big Mac said, forced to lie.

“Oh…so she isn’t there now?” Twi asked, with a twinge of disappointment in her voice, feeling her flank start burning from her heat as she now realized that Big Mac was in fact a stallion. A young, virile stallion...

“Eenope.” Big Mac said, shaking his head as he was forced to lie again by Denclop.

A peal of thunder was heard as the light breeze suddenly increased to a strong wind, heralding what was soon to come. A spear of lightning flashed across the sky, lighting the forest and casting eerie shadows around them, putting the two ponies in a strong state of unease given their location. The shortly-following boom of thunder startled them, with both quickly deciding that it would be in their best interests to get out of there soon.

“Oh no!” Twilight said, pacing in place and clearly in alarm; “The Everfree Forest is always having sudden storms like this! We need to get out of here before the storm actually..." The rain then began falling in fat droplets, a number pelting them both as Twilight's mane started to sag, an annoyed look crossing her face as she finished her previously interrupted sentence; "...starts."

While getting pelted by the rain, Twilight quickly grabbed up her book and the enclosed letter from the ground, shoving it in her magically-waterproofed saddlebag before they could get too wet. Another peal of thunder was heard and the rain started falling harder, with the canopy of the forest only preventing some of it from hitting the two ponies. Twilight looked to Big Mac and offered her hospitality; “Would you like to spend the night at my place? It’s much closer then Sweet Apple Acres and odds are this storm is going to spread to Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres. I wouldn't want you getting more soaked on the way home!” Little did she know, her body was speaking as much as she was, her subconscious seeing a stallion and wanting her to stay close to him.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac responded flatly, Denclop starting to get impatient with being stuck in this forest and unable to get to her mares in need.

“Um...I'm lost. Do you know the way back?” Twilight asked, then looked back to Big Mac to see his reaction.

“Uh...E–eeyup?” said Big Mac, though Twilight somehow doubted by the verbel wobble that he was being entirely truthful – but his knowledge was better then hers of the newest Everfree layout, with him having been out here longer than her. Big Mac then started walking with Twilight following closely, the violet glow of Twilight's magic lighting the way as she now matched speed with the now-trotting pony in front of her.

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A pair of eyes followed the two ponies, the cloaked figure silently following the glow of Twilight's light spell as they moved through the forest. It debated on confronting them directly and possibly saving her now, but after a short internal struggle decided it was too weak given its condition, deciding it would probably be better to get its leader to handle this problem. The cloaked figure pressed on through the forest, the deep feminine voice saying quietly; "Fear not Twilight, I'll get you help soon...!", with the rest of its words drowned out by the pelting rain and a crash of thunder.

Author's Note

Who's the cloaked figure?! What happens when they reach the library?! All shall be answered in the next chapters!

Chapter 3.2: A Divine Lesson

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Twilight Sparkle

Contains: consensual cunnilingus, fellatio, first time, vaginal sex, and cervical penetration.

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Arriving at the library after much longer than they would have liked, a soaked and panting Twilight and Big Mac walked into the foyer. Both were dripping wet and cold as they stood, shivering for a moment, catching their breath after the full-on gallop they'd made from the Everfree Forest to here, lucky to have found the right path leading out.

The storm had spread from the Forest and into Ponyville as Twilight had expected, with her knowing it would probably continue throughout the night now that it was here. Usually, the Weather Team would deal with the storms that blew in from the Everfree, but when the storms spread at night they simply let it happen. Everfree clouds were very difficult to see and deal with at night, with the risk of getting singed by lightning or hurt on the spikes the clouds had too great to risk dispersing them in the dark.

"Whew, we m-m-made it!" Twilight said through her shivers; soaking-wet, cold and dripping on the floor. After enabling the magic lightning rod upstairs to prevent her tree house from being struck, Twilight cast a warming spell on the library, herself and Big Mac. She sighed contentedly as the spell warmed her up; but also felt as the warming spell affected a certain part of her a bit too much.

Twilight gasped as her clit winked in response to the significant warmth, wincing at the sudden pleasure as she winked again reflexively and start to get wet. With a shake of her head, Twilight then went upstairs to get some towels for her and Big Mac to dry off with and a mop to clean up the now-soaked floor, unaware she was now being observed very closely by her guest.

Her gasp and its following expression having triggered Denclop's interest in her even more, with a certain growing scent catching his attention even more. As Twilight turned away from Big Mac to head upstairs, Denclop felt Big Mac's eyes drawn to Twilight’s wet and puffy slit. She had never noticed it before due to the darkness and then the commotion caused by the storm, but now it was very clearly visible as she climbed the stairs.

Knowing what those signs usually meant, Denclop used Big Mac to smell the air of the library and quickly detected the heavy scent of her heat, with her scent earlier having been blown away by the storm's winds. Denclop smiled, now knowing that her Destiny needed to be fulfilled for this mare. That this mare was to be given her Gift, alicorn or not.

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After returning with towels and a mop moments later, both Twilight and Big Mac dried off. Twilight then quickly mopped up the puddle they'd left on the floor, her own sexual fluds mixed in with the rainwater, after she'd dried off, not wanting it to ruin her wooden floor with prolonged contact. Twilight asked Big Mac if he'd like something; "Would you like some herbal tea or a daisy sandwich? I'd offer more, but I'm afraid my assistant is out right now and that's all I really know how to make myself..." Twilight asked Big Mac, feeling hungry and parched herself after the gallop home and wanting to be a good hostess.

Twilight also noticed Big Mac was still slightly shivering and realized that the warming spell had been only casted to her mass, likely not doing enough for the bigger stallion. Mentally and physically tired from her constant use of the fairly-draining light magic as they galloped there and then the spells she'd cast when they'd actually arrived, she decided to give him a more conventional means to warm up instead of running herself ragged. "I see you're still cold, can I offer you a blanket?" she asked as nicely as she could, giving a soft smile as she awaited his response to both that and her previous offer of food and drink.

Denclop considered the offerings this mare gave her. She knew that despite her Destiny being paramount, she still needed to take care of her vessel. Mortal unlike her, he still needed the base needs of food and hydration, lest he become of little use to her for long when he collapsed from dehydration or malnutrition.

Denclop accepted the mare's offers, figuring that she could eat or drink around or under Herself, contained in the mask upon his face. She also accepted the blanket, knowing her vessel could have many problems if he got too cold. Twilight nodded and retrieved a spare blanket from the closet with her magic, figuring a simple levitation spell on such a light object wouldn't drain her mental energy much more. After levitating it over to Big Mac, she turned her attention to her saddlebag, remembering what she had packed before and deciding to have one. She lifted the flap with her mouth and opened the right saddlebag, quickly grabbing one of her two last carrots she had out of it and taking a bite of the snack before heading to the kitchen to make some real food.

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As soon as Twilight left the room, Denclop dropped the blanket and instead decided she should use this time to explore the library and maybe find a way to seduce the young alicorn, preferring her mares to be willing rather then forced into accepting her Gift. Glancing around the room she noticed a LOT of notes and diagrams all over the room, everything from stars constellations to studies on magical spells. She figured the mare must be really into learning and studying, noticing many unfurled scrolls with various noted written on them surrounding the many open books strewn across the table. Big Mac’s eyes fell upon a book lying open next to Twilight’s open saddlebags, apparently having fallen out when she'd earlier pulled the carrot from it. Deciding a simple look couldn't hurt, Denclop approached the book.

Upon reaching it, Denclop picked up the book to the opened page only to be introduced to a diagram of a mare’s genitals. Seeing such instantly made Denclop flushed and instantly horny, now tempted to just go in and pounce that mare in need. Deciding against it and knowing the mare's status was likely not lightly earned, she instead continued to flip through the book, mainly looking at the diagrams as Big Mac only got more and more aroused. His stallionhood started to peak out and harden, making Denclop tempted to make Big Mac clop to get herself off, wanting to feel pleasure as she viewed the drawings. She resisted the urge, knowing she needed to save his seed for the needing mare in the other room. After all, she could not abandon her Duty for her own selfish desires!

Upon reaching the last page, Denclop noticed a piece of paper stuck inside it. Upon pulling it out, she noticed a broken seal on it and recognized that the royal seal of the Sun Goddess hadn't changed even after all these thousands of years. Upon opening it, she read the letter and gleaned an important fact from it: if the young mare with her now had to so recently learn of her heat, it was unlikely she had any sexual experience!

A grin crossed Big Mac’s face as Denclop smiled after reading the letter, with it not only confirming the mare was very likely in heat, but also that she was an inexperienced virgin! Immediately Denclop started thinking of ways to turn this knowledge to her advantage, to get the mare to willingly help Denclop fulfill her Destiny. As she looked around, she again noticed all the open books and notes. The mare apparently loved learning, so maybe that was how she could get to her.

Denclop then looked inside the saddlebag and also noticed the other book inside, grabbing it out and reading the title to herself; "Common Spells for Unicorns: A Reference Guide". 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 maybe learn a few new things. Skimming through, Denclop quickly memorized a number of spells before hearing distant hoofsteps in the kitchen and quickly approaching the foyer. Denclop quickly replaced the book and plopped Big Mac down at the place on the floor where he had been when Twi had left, not wanting the mare to be wise to what she'd been doing.

Upon returning with two very thick sandwiches and two large glasses of tea, Twilight levitated one of each over to Denclop, who accepted them. Twilight then ate like the little horse she was, taking huge bites and barely chewing them as her hunger took over, her not having eaten much the past two days due to her heat leaving her without much of an appetite.

While Twilight ate, Denclop sipped the tea she'd been given and stared at Twilight, considering how best to approach the mare. After considering all the possibilities, Denclop decided to risk just being straightforward, to speak directly to her and possibly reveal herself. She figured the princess's seemingly inquisitive nature would take over and she would not attack what she did not understand.

After Twilight finished off her tea and took her last bite of sandwich, with Big Mac having eaten his own, they headed into the foyer again. Still chewing the last of her sandwich, Twilight went and sat on the nearby cushion, careful to avoid aggravating her burning "problem" as she seated herself. She heard a sudden voice in her mind as Big Mac entered the room behind her and approached her; “Hello Princess Twilight Sparkle. 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 the Sun Goddess, 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 exclaimed in shock, rubbing her forehead curiously.

Removing the cloaking spell from herself, Denclop spoke again.

Twilight felt a jumble of reactions at that time; surprised at the sudden appearance of such a strange object only a few feet from her, embarrassment at the mention of her heat, confusion as to who or what this thing was, and finally a burning curiosity about this new thing she'd never heard about. Twilight blushed, feeling her flank emanate an extra burst of heat at the mention of her condition. Never having read about this deity in any of her books before, she felt curiosity and decided to learn more about this new creature. “…But why have I never read about you before? And are you…controlling Big Mac?”

At this Big Mac grimaced under the mask, Denclop virtually spit the words of her response; Changing her tone after noticing the look on Twilight's face after she'd said that, Denclop quickly changed the subject;

"'Gift'?" Twilight asked, not understanding in the least what that could mean. "What do you mean?"

Deciding to change the subject to something more appropriate and less condemning of herself, she asked Twilight instead; , holding up the hardback book about mating. Denclop grinned to herself as she watched the mare's reaction; such a simple act, yet inciting so much emotion from her. She heard her gasp and saw a deep blush from the lavender pony, deciding to push her seeming advantage, she asked, seeing the shocked look of the mare's face change to one of curiosity.

Twilight felt the blush burning on her face. “W–what are you talking about?” she asked the masked, rather attractive stallion before her; indirect about it despite knowing exactly what she was being asked.

“Breeding, of course,” responded Denclop, probing further at the young mare’s seeming curiosity.

“W-well I…” Twilight stumbled over her words, the blush burning brightly on her face and her flank heating up again at the mask's words, forgetting what she'd been talking about before. Twilight's body, sensing only a stallion who could satisfy her most base need only a few feet away now, took over. Her mind started to film over with an instinctive lust, unable to think much when her body sensed his pheromones and she scooted ever-so-slightly closer to him.

That was enough for the goddess and Big Mac closed his distance from the princess quickly, kissing her suddenly and roughly on the mouth. Twilight was stunned by the sudden feeling, but quickly recovered from the shock and pushed back against Big Mac’s lips, liking the sensations she was getting from her first kiss. Soon after, Twilight felt Big Mac's large tongue roughly pressing against her teeth, trying to force its way in. Awash in the sensations, she unclenched her jaw and felt the slippery muscle make contact with her own tongue, moaning into his muzzle at the almost electric contact.

The kiss went on for a short while, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths fully. Due to the intimacy of the kiss and closeness to a receptive mare, Big Mac’s member had poked out of his sheathe and again started slowly hardening as they continued to make out, with Twilight’s sex also responding and starting to up the production of her juices. A couple of drops of her marejuice dripped upon the floor, forming a small puddle underneath her and showing just how much she needed relief.

After breaking the kiss with a large exhale from both, Twilight noticed Big Mac's erect 'penis' and recoiled slightly at its sudden appearance. “Is that your…?” she started to ask, pointing a hoof at his full hard-on and scooting herself closer to him upon getting sight of it.

replied the voice;

Twilight gulped, intimidated by the sheer size of it. “But...the book said it could hurt the first time…” Twi said, some doubt starting to cross her lust-filled mind now. Looking at Big Mac’s rather large 'penis' again, she added “…and how will THAT fit into me even if I did give you permission?"

Denclop grinned internally at Twilight’s naiveté. Twilight's cheeks flushed at this, her sudden, intense interest in the floor right away making the answer quite clear. The smile on Big Mac's face remained undeterred. the goddess then assured in a comforting tone, <...but your hoof cannot satisfy you as a stallion can.>

Denclop thought of Twilight rubbing herself, that thought making Big Mac's member flex, causing it to slap his belly, and in turn causing Twilight to flinch at the unexpected occurrence. “What was…?” Twilight started, but was interrupted by the goddess.

Denclop replied, sensing Twilight's resolve cracking ever further with each passing second. Deciding to try a clincher as Twilight stared at Mac's rod, Denclop promised, <It will feel wonderful and end that nasty burning you must be feeling. These things I can promise you.>

Twilight’s clit gave an involuntary wink behind her, followed by a burning sensation so hot it made Twilight actually gasp. Apparently her body was ready, even if she wasn't. “Would... would it really make my heat end?” Twilight stalled, asking despite already knowing the answer.

This was all the go-ahead she needed as Denclop released the pink mist again and made it surround Twilight. Twilight flinched from the sudden appearance of the mist, hearing in her mind

Twilight accidentally inhaled some of the mist and immediately started to panic, unsure of what the mist was or what it would do. 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 freshly-pressed paper in the air. Twilight breathed the mist again and smelled cool night air and damp grass, a memory of stargazing with her father flashing into her mind. Twilight calmed down and smiled at the fond memories, realizing how long it had been since she’d seen her parents last.

As she saw the violet mare relax, Denclop then stepped back to summon the blue mist, containing it directly near Big Mac as she breathed deeply. She prepared herself for what she knew was sure to come next, inhaling the mist deeply as Big Mac's testicles started to swell slightly with their increased production. Denclop spoke up as the pink and blue mist still surrounded either, her knowing the effects the mist would have upon the mare;

Twilight smiled at this. “Well, I always have company. I have Spike, my baby dragon assistant. He is my companion, 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!” At this Twilight felt a twinge of longing, however, knowing Spike just wasn't enough.

Twilight had wanted a foal ever since she was very young, her favorite books as a filly indeed the tales of ponies falling in love and having foals together, then living happily ever after. The idea of having a foal herself was always enthralling to her, always playing with Smartypants as though she was her baby, pretending to feed her, to clean her, teach her how to read, how to speak...

Twilight had never before been able to pursue having a child of her own however, mainly because she didn't even know how to actually get a foal in the first place. Not only that, but with her studies demanding so much of her time throughout her life and spending all but the holidays at school, combined with Celestia's sheltering her from learning much about relationships and reproduction, she'd never really had a chance. Now that she was in the position to finally get what she'd always wanted, and actually knew how to do it, her subconscious intended to take full advantage of the situation.

Not knowing Twilight's true desire to be bred and have a foal, Denclop figured the promise of companionship wouldn't work the same as it had with the zebra, so had 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 again gnawing at her, her urge to learn and notate chewing her resolve and hesitance to splinters. In addition to her instincts and long-bottled desires of having a foal chewing away at her as well, she needed to know. She needed to learn and study how breeding worked first-hoof, to experience it herself so she could later notate her experiences.

Twilight felt as her body tensed up and her heat seemed to increase to temperatures matching that of the sun Celestia controlled, with the mist starting to take effect as it amplified her body's needs. After a very brief internal deliberation, with her intensified heat and lack of knowledge heavily tipping the scales in one direction, Twilight sighed. “Ok, I’ll breed with you on one condition. You need to be specific on exactly what you’re doing, when you’re doing it. OK?”

Denclop nodded in response. , her own words making Denclop think to herself just how fun it would be to tell this inexperienced mare what she was doing to her. 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.

started Denclop,

“OK,” said Twilight, now fully willing to do anything for relief while under the mist's influence; “What do I need to do?”

Skimming through the book, Denclop soon found the section she needed. Reading the wording, Denclop then told Twilight;

Twilight’s eyes went wide at this while looking at Mac's fairly huge length, and despite her intense need felt a twinge of doubt. “But I’m not sure I can…”

interrupted the goddess again, . With that encouragement, Twilight did as she was told and knelt down underneath Big Mac and just looked at his shaft for a moment, intimidated and unsure how to approach the huge thing. After all, it was almost as long as her foreleg!

Just as Twilight was looking at Big Mac's shaft, the mist kicked in in full and amplified her sensitivity to at least triple what it originally was. The horny mare was unable to think of anything except the penis in front of her and the burn of her need behind her, her breeding instincts turned fully on and anything else put aside in her mind. As she found a need to be penetrated and filled being her mind’s only concern, she felt her inner muscles clench down on themselves and the burn down below further increase.

All hesitation left Twilight as she took Big Mac’s girth into her mouth, taking as much as she could before her gag reflex kicked in and she choked on the massive dong. She quickly pulled back to a comfortable depth, then started flopping her tongue over Big Mac’s cockhead sloppily, getting a soft pleasured moan from Big Mac as her passage started to clench on its own. After flopping around his head and a small amount of his shaft for a half-minute or so, Denclop told her to stop, with her amateur tonguing doing very little to stimulate her vessel.

Denclop was true to her word as she relaxed Twilight’s throat muscles, preventing them from causing her to gag again as she gripped Twilight's head between Big Mac's hooves and pressed her head down on his shaft. Twilight resisted slightly at first, but after discovering she was not gagging anymore the alicorn stopped squirming as she was sunk deeper on the shaft, seconds later feeling the soft fur of his belly and testicles against her nose and lower muzzle respectively.

Twilight reached all the way to the bottom before her head was released and she pulled back up quickly on her own, gasping for air. She licked her lips and tasted Mac's pre-cum, with the slightly-sweet fluid making her want more. Soon after she started sinking down again of her own accord, taking the long shaft into her muzzle and throat again as she felt her vagina starting to clench again from stimulating the stallion.

Every so often she'd be rewarded for her efforts with a spurt of pre-cum, either down her throat or on her tongue. The rare time she'd caught a drop on her tongue, she grimaced slightly at the slimy texture but accepted it for the effect it was having on her body, each taste of that fluid seeming to make her more wet down below and causing her to clit to wink more and her passage to give her a burst of pleasure with each clench. Each time a shot went down her throat, she'd moan in pleasure as her pleasure ramped up, the situation overstimulating her already and making her even more horny, if that were even possible.

Denclop let Twilight take her time and experiment now, letting her test her limits. After Denclop felt Twilight had become accustomed to deep–throating, she did a gentle hump while Twilight had Big Mac's rod in her mouth and started to pushing the shaft slowly into her throat. This took Twilight slightly by surprise and caused her to moan as her juices started to flow down her legs now, the intimacy of the moment getting to her even more so now that he was thrusting because of her.

After a few more thrusts, Twilight felt Big Mac's cock starting to swell and throb more in her mouth, undoubtedly signaling his 'orgasm' getting close as he was starting to 'flare'. Much to Twilight's disappointment, Denclop pulled out a moment later, but that short-lived disappointment was quickly nipped in the bud as Denclop told Twilight to get up and turn around, telling her that it was "her turn" now.

Not knowing what Denclop meant but eager to find out, Twilight stood up and turned around as told, instinctively moving her tail to the side and over her back, flagging and displaying her now-soaked rear in full to the possessed stallion. Twilight's compliance was shortly after rewarded by a tongue tracing one of her mare-juice streams up her back leg, eliciting an extended gasp from her. Twilight was in heaven when he finally reached her puffy treasure and gave her bottom set of lips a gentle lick, feeling her clit wink at him as she then urinated a bit on the floor, her instincts taking over her civilized teachings for a moment.

In the back of her mind, Twi criticized herself for peeing on the floor and thought that she should clean it up right then, but it felt so right to her, so...feral. She looked back as Big Mac bent down and sniffed it and noticed the puddle of her juices AND urine on the floor. 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, needless to say, rather frustrated at this. “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...” Even in her lust-addled mind Twilight was hesitant about any mess being made, and suggested they go up to her room instead of messing up her clean foyer, telling Denclop her bed had a permanent waterproofing spell cast on it to prevent it from getting dirty.

Twilight had earlier that day put the spell on her bed, realizing what a mess her earlier "learning session" had caused on it, and decided if she was going to be doing "that" more—and oh boy was she!—then making it easy to clean up was ideal. Denclop begrudgingly agreed and they headed upstairs, Twilight's plot subconsciously swaying more as she walked and her tail remaining flagged high, not unnoticed by Denclop as she walked behind her. Denclop was levitating the book-stand and the biology book with them, knowing she’d need it.

As they reached Twilight's room, but before they even reached the bed, Denclop snuck a lick in on Twilight’s slit and savored the flavor of a mare in heat. Twilight stopped walking as she shivered, the feeling that one lick causing pleasure to trail up and down her spine like electricity. Taking this as a cue, Denclop licked again and got the same result, making Twilight decide they could forget about the bed as her mist-enhanced instincts and burning slit finally took over her thoughts. The mess they would cause during their breeding could easily be cleaned up later after they finished after all, right?

For a minute or so, Twilight stood there as she felt Big Mac’s wide tongue licking over her needing marehood, panting hard and quivering as she was pleasured, feel her wetness dripping down her legs and onto the floor beneath her. Apparently her arousal had hit the roof and kept going because before Big Mac could even get that into eating her out, never even parting her lower lips with his tongue, Twilight's loins were already screaming to feel him in her, to have him deep inside to finally scratch that incessant itch that the book said only a stallion 'ejaculating' in her could stop. Suddenly, Twilight yelled aloud in her impatience, hoping to get him to 'breed' her already; “ENOUGH HORSING AROUND! WOULD YOU JUST 'INSEMINATE' ME ALREADY!?”

This slightly took Denclop off-guard, but made her grin all the same at the mare's need and desire to be Gifted. she then said, intending to do just as she was asked.

Denclop pulled back as asked, a thin string of Twilight's arousal and Mac's saliva connecting her snatch and Big Mac's muzzle for the briefest of moments, a smile creeping across Big Mac’s face as she stole one more lick on Twilight’s winking gem and was rewarded with a hard shudder. Looking at the book, Denclop read a particular section before saying her intentions.

Twilight felt her instincts flare at that and knelt her front-half down slightly while lifting her rear, her body guiding her into a proper breeding position to get and keep his sperm deep within her womb. She kept her tail up, giving Denclop a perfect view of her inflamed sex, the 'goddess' seeing as the needing mare again rapidly winked at her on reflex. “Like this?” Twilight asked, unsure if this was the right way to do it and not wanting to mess this up.

Denclop grinned as she saw the willing mare in front of her, Twilight's chosen position all but inviting her to be Gifted. she said. She then approached Twilight's rear and put Big Mac's hoof on her croup, making the lavender mare sigh as the pressure on her rear made her relax and feel at ease. Her body responded by spreading her back legs more, her instincts preparing her for what was to happen next.

Seconds later, Big Mac’s member slapped his underside again as he pressed his hoof down on her rear, then moved himself up onto her back. He quickly slid himself forward and slipped his forehooves around her sides, his underbarrel now rubbing on her croup. Denclop lined up Big Mac’s rod, before asking Twilight if she was ready. Twilight gave a rapid chain of nods, her croup being rubbed as he moved around on her back, Twilight starting to pant in anticipation as her body reacted strongly to the stallion now on her back.

Denclop grinned and pressed Mac’s cockhead to her entrance, slightly rubbing it up and down against the wet slit and teasing her outer lips as the mare underneath him was tortured by her need. Twilight moaned at the sensations, and after being teased for about ten seconds she yelled out again, her loins once again burning hot; “PUT IT IN ME ALREADY!”

Denclop responded with a hard thrust upon hearing Twilight's demand, herself eager to get her vessel inside the mare after such a delay. Big Mac's penis sunk halfway into her and quickly slid deeper, between the mare's needy body drawing him in and herself slowly easing Big Mac forward. Denclop loved the warm, slippery tightness of Twilight's passage on her vessel's breeding rod and pressed in slightly faster, eager to get deeper still.

Twilight gasped again as Big Mac proceeded to quickly enter into her with little effort, with her well-lubricated from the treatment he'd earlier given her. The slight amount of pain and spreading she felt from the initial thrust was easily overwritten, ecstasy overwhelming her as Big Mac slid deeper into her needing passage, stars dancing before her eyes as she felt his 'glans' press against something deep inside her when his pelvis met her flank.

Twilight jerked her head back as she gave off a lust-filled moan, feeling a pleasure far beyond what she'd been able to accomplish with her hoof surging through her. Being filled by a stallion for her first time. She marveled at the feeling of him hilted inside her, stretching open and filling her entire passage and her every crevice in just the perfect way as the medial ring rubbed a specific place inside her, making her mind pulse with pleasure every time Big Mac moved or even breathed. she heard Denclop tell her, Big Mac remaining still and balls-deep inside Twilight.

Twilight took in all the sensations at her loins, needing to memorize every detail for future notation: her 'vagina' clenching along his massive ‘shaft’ stretching along the her entire passage, his ‘medial ring’ pressed against 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 ‘teats’ and 'clitoris' with every breath he took.

When she thought she'd found her voice again, Twilight started to speak – but could only get a squeak out instead. She wanted to continue, but was overtaken by a wave of pleasure as she felt Big Mac suddenly throb in her, the sudden burst of pleasure making a long moan interrupt her attempts at speech. When she was finally able to, already almost overtaken again by the sensations of just him being inside her, she managed to stutter out her consent.

“OK, you can proceed.”

Denclop wasted no time after hearing her mare ask for her, pulling out and giving another series of slow but deep thrusts into the warm wetness she was buried in as she started to wear Twilight in. Twilight gasped as she felt the 'penis' starting to slide around inside her, her head swimming with pleasure already as she passionately yelled out her need for 'MORE!'.

Big Mac’s pace increased at her demand, making Twi start to drool as she was penetrated so rapidly now, her insides rubbed so perfectly and each rub quelling her heat more, with every thrust making his head then medial ring rub that magical spot inside her. Each now-rough hump into her set off fireworks of pleasure in her, with each one setting her closer and closer to what she knew was going to be a massive finish.

She now knew what it was like to be truly taken by a stallion...and she absolutely loved it!

With one particularly deep thrust, Big Mac's slightly flaring head hit Twilight's G-spot roughly and made her cry out and clench down on him, finally unable to hold out any longer. Her orgasm overtook her as her inner muscles bear-hugged Big Mac’s shaft, trying to milk from it what it was not yet time for but what her body so desperately needed. Her vision went white for a second as she struggled to breathe, shuddering hard as he still took her roughly. He kept mating her hard even through her orgasm, extending it as she started to moan out loud now at the increase in pleasure, with it making her back legs nearly collapse.

Denclop proceeded to slam into Twilight as hard as she could make her vessel thrust, taking her clenching hole roughly now as Big Mac finally neared his finish. With every thrust, Mac’s partially-flaring glans rubbed that magical spot inside Twilight and his medial ring rubbed her clit, sending spikes of pleasure through Twilight as she felt her body tensing up again. After a few more thrusts Twilight came again, crying out and starting another orgasm right as her first ended from the intense over-stimulation from her stallion. Her mind flailed and shuddered, desperately trying to grasp for something to anchor itself in the seemingly-endless sea of pleasure she was drowning in.

Denclop spoke up in the pleasure-drenched brain of Twilight, giving her that anchor to reality she so desperately seeked as Big Mac started to thrust even harder and deeper, grunting in his efforts now;

Twilight screamed out, barely able to given her endorphin–soaked brain; "Oh sweet Celestia yes! Please give me a foal! Make me a mommy!" Her own words stunned her, not realizing how much she actually wanted a foal of her own. As she felt him press against her deepest barrier with each thrust, she impatiently waited to be filled with his "semen", knowing that that would give her a foal; that that would give her what she never realized she'd wanted so badly until this penultimate moment.

The begging from Twilight only spurred Denclop on more, making her bottom out against Twilight's cervix with each thrust now as she rocketed her vessel in and out of her as deep as she could, tapping against Twilight's deepest barrier and threatening to spread it wide open. If only she could get a little deeper...

With the thought of that ultimate penetration set in her mind now, that guarantee to cum as deeply as possible in this mare, Denclop shifted Big Mac's hips slightly to allow her to get that extra power for her next thrust, and to finally break through the final barrier to Twilight's fertile core.

Twilight cried out in a mix of pain and extreme pleasure, feeling as Big Mac penetrated her 'cervix' and entered her 'uterus' itself with the next thrust, the mixture of sensations setting her pleasure up to eleven.

As Big Mac neared his own climax, his cockhead starting to flare in her womb, Twilight screamed out and started her third orgasm, the feeling of expansion so deep inside her mixed with the pain of the cervical penetration amplifying her stimulation. As both edged ever closer to that final moment, the door to the library suddenly blew open with a magical pulse and stomping could be heard on the stairs leading to her bedroom.

After knocking down the bedroom door with another magical pulse, the dust cleared and revealed Princess Celestia standing in the doorway, her pure-white body nearly glowing in the dim lighting of the library. The candlelight reflected in her eyes and matched the flame already there as she looked furiously at the breeding pair, her horn glowing golden with her magic.

Author's Note

Well, that happened. By the way, If you're thinking this is just a bunch of random clop with a phoned-in "villain", next chapter will explain everything! I promise, everything has a reason.

Chapter 4: Revelations of Divinity's Past

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Twilight Sparkle(kinda)

Contains: coitis interruptis and past that mostly-sexual exposition. LOTS of exposition.

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As Celestia had approached the library with the cloaked figure, hoping she wasn't too late, she had heard Twilight's cries from what sounded like upstairs, the muffled sounds faint and barely audible from outside the thick trunk of the library's walls. She quickly galloped to the door as she heard the desperation in them, unable to understand the words but expecting the worst. Her horn surging with magic she slammed the door open, nearly taking the door off its hinges with the force of the arcane blow.

Celestia was clearly ready to fight for Twilight's sake and charged upstairs, only to be greeted by another closed door. She slammed through it as well without hesitation, ready for a fight – but not ready for what she saw before her.

The cause of Twilight's groans and cries became apparent as Celestia looked into the room; she saw Big Mac mounted on top of her closest friend and virtual daughter with the purple mare's body arched up to him, pressing closely against him as she met every deep thrust he gave her. The mask on his face clearly showing he was possessed by Denclop, and Celestia knew immediately that her companion was right – Denclop was loose once more.

Celestia saw that Twilight had her teeth clenched and eyes closed in her ecstasy, crying out at each impact of his breeding rod on her clenching walls. He was humping into her hard, as if he was breeding her like a mare in a bad heat – and Celestia safely guessed Twilight probably was one given the musky scent so strong throughout the room, the time of year, and her company.

The solar princess watched on in shock, her hooves virtually glued to the floor as she watched Denclop thrusting harder into Twilight, apparently struggling to finish in her as quickly as possible. He kept pounding her hard until another cry of ecstasy came from Twilight as she apparently climaxed again, her increased trembling and the subsequent stream of her release onto the floor between their rear hooves quickly confirming that fact. Twilight's orgasmic cry finally snapped Celestia out of her shocked state, making her realize that she needed to stop this and protect Twilight from this abomination's efforts!

“Get off her now, Denclop!” Celestia screamed, the walls of the library quaking slightly from the force of her voice. Denclop immediately looked in Celestia's direction, her figurative heart dropping as she recognized the owner that regal voice. Denclop panicked and quickly scrambled off of Twilight, dismounting and pulling Big Mac's fully-flared head out with a loud pop in one movement. Twilight groaned in disappointment as she was denied what she wanted – so close and yet so far, now an eternity away as she watched the next events transpire. An intense sense of longing and emptiness now filled her as she watched her best chance at ending her heat, of gaining a foal, being frightened away.

After landing on all four hooves, Denclop made a dash for the door, knowing her freedom and her Destiny were at risk once again. Celestia cast an incapacitation spell at Denclop, the golden form of her spell quickly approaching the fleeing pony, but Celestia underestimated the creature's abilities. Denclop cast a counter-spell barrier, combining the counter-spell and the shield she had learned earlier from the book in Twilight's saddlebag and making the incapacitation spell bounce off without effect as she continued to run through the foyer, out of the library, and into the still-stormy night.

Celestia gasped in shock at this new evolution of the 'thing's' powers and immediately tried to send other spells to stop her. After every spell she cast bounced fruitlessly off of the shield, Celestia levitated a nearby stool and sent it flying at her in desperation, but to no avail. The stool landed very short of the fleeing figure, splintering against the wet cobblestone street as Denclop and her ‘vessel’ continued to run down the street, only the light–pink glow of her magic spell and the candlelight of the streetlamps accompanying her along the dark and lightly–fogged stretch.

As she realized her prime target was getting away, Celestia took to the air and tried to catch up with her, running a short while before spreading her wings and leaping up with a long-honed grace as she then let her body instinctively guide her into flight. When Celestia had just taken to the air and built some speed, difficult given her wet wings, a light-pink puff of light emanated from the red pony as the mask used the final spell she'd learned from Twilight's book and a think pink smoke obstructed Celestia's view of the ground. When she flew over where they had been, the smoke had cleared and revealed her worst fear. They both were gone.

Cursing, Celestia immediately landed and folded her now-soaked wings to her sides when her hooves touched the glistening cobblestone road, her horn glowing brightly with her signature golden aura. Her horn shone luminously for a moment before fading to a more dim glow, her horn retaining a gentle golden aura as set her magic to work on tracing Denclop's latent magical energy. Celestia knew it could take a long while for her own magic to trace the magic that Denclop used to ‘blink’. Perhaps too long... Celestia thought grimly.

As she stood before the library door a moment later, Celestia breathed deeply as she prepared herself for what she needed to do. She felt a twinge of nervousness and embarrassment as she realized what she needed to tell her fellow Princess, and knew she had a lot of explaining to do before she could even hope for Twilight to help her capture Denclop. Celestia walked inside the library and quickly dried herself off, ready with condolences and explanations on what Denclop was and explanations as to why Denclop had clearly assaulted Twilight as she had. Instead, she was greeted to quite a scene.

As Celestia walked into the room, she saw Twilight still laying in the same position Denclop had left her on the floor and still trembling, her eyes glazed over and hips still gyrating as though she were still with the stallion long departed. Celestia blushed at seeing her student like this and quickly cast a counter-spell to end the mist’s effects on Twilight. As the spell was cast, Twilight's eyes immediately cleared as she stopped gyrating her hips and slowly got up, still trembling from the hormones and pleasure running through her as she slowly shook her head.

A very deep blush crossed Twilight's face when she noticed Celestia was there a moment later...and realized what her closest friend and teacher had likely seen her doing! She quickly curled up as small as possible, hiding herself as best as she could behind her wings with the shame of the situation burning intensely on her face.

Celestia walked over to Twilight and gently placed a hoof on the wing covering her face, softly stroking it as she tried to comfort her only for Twilight to flinch away from the touch, still very sensitive from the actions she was engaged in moments ago and her estrus. Celestia stopped stroking as she took the hint and then started to speak softly, trying not to aggravate Twilight’s delicate position; “Now-now my dear Twilight, there was nothing you could do to prevent this. You were inexperienced with what was essentially your first heat and didn’t know what to expect..."

Celestia started to tear up as she realized the importance of what she'd been keeping from the poor mare. She'd been treating her like a little filly until only a short while ago, preventing her from learning what it would be like alone during her heat in full force. She knew long ago she should have told Twilight all about breeding and estrus, that she should have told her the importance of keeping herself safe and under control during these rough times. She had never been able to bring herself to do it though, instead convincing herself Twilight still wasn't quite ready or wasn't quite old enough yet, even after she was no longer a filly and well into marehood.

Celestia took a deep breath as she wiped her tears, looking at what she believed to be a rape victim when in fact the opposite was true, the fact being that Twilight was a willing broodmare. When she had composed herself again, Celestia started to speak. "This is all my fault for overly-sheltering you in the past, for preventing you from learning the essential knowledge of sex and having foals before I let you stay in Ponyville alone during Springtime. I'm sorry Twilight, but I hope you know I only kept you in the dark with the best intentions."

Celestia sniffed in as tears started to form again in her eyes, then cleared her throat of the fullness that was suddenly present in it. When she could, she continued. "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. However now that you have...encountered...'It', it's only fair that I tell you what Denclop is and where Denclop comes from. But first…"

Celestia signaled to the cloaked figure, who quickly pulled out a corked bottle containing a brown–green liquid from a pocket in the cloak.

"...I'm sure you can use something to help out with your heat." Celestia finished as she accepted the bottle from the cloaked figure with her magic, then tapped Twilight’s wing with it to try to get her attention. Twilight's wing fluttered at the touch, Celestia speaking again as she finally roused another response from the purple alicorn. "Zecora came and got me as soon as she could escape the spell cast upon her, but before she did come to get to me she quickly bottled this. She figured somepony may need it, given what we're dealing with." The cloaked figure then removed its hood, the grey-and-white mohawk and striped face Identifying the zebra as she revealed herself upon hearing her name spoken.

Twilight didn't respond to the prodding of the bottle on her wing past the initial fluttering, the blush under her wings burning almost hotter than her unsatisfied loins. She was mortified; her mentor had seen her being ravished by a stallion for pony's sake, how was she supposed to react?!

Upon another tap on her wing from the bottle Twilight finally moved her wings slightly, allowing cracks between her feathers to form for her to look out from. When she saw the corked potion bottle levitated in Celestia’s magic being held out to her, Twilight recognized the bottle and what the green–brown liquid it contained was. She transferred the bottle from her mentor’s magic into her own and brought it under her wings as she uncorked the bottle, the scent of the potion quickly confirming to her that it was, discovering the same brew Celestia had given her every year during her heats when she spent Spring with her; the same one that had made the itch and burn go away.

Twilight placed the bottle to her mouth than tilted it back, letting the slightly sweet and bitter brew enter her mouth. After a moment, she felt as the tremors passing through her body stop as the potion calmed her raging hormones, sighing softly in relief as she felt the burning between her legs and in her belly end and the insistent nagging in her mind to find a stallion to fill her start to subside. After a couple of minutes the potion had completely ended her heat's effects, finally leaving Twilight able to think of other things then being bred.

Twilight was still deeply embarrassed by the situation, but the words Celestia had spoken earlier eased it, with the fact that she hadn't known the lure of a stallion during her heat would be so strong letting her negate some of the blame from herself. Knowing she was accomplishing nothing by just sitting there, Twilight finally summoned enough courage to move her wings. After she did and saw Celestia, Twilight immediately ran to and embraced her, seeking comfort and understanding from her as always.

After Twilight had given her a hug, Celestia wondered if now was a good time to talk about Denclop so soon after Twilight’s encounter with 'it', as Denclop surely must have forced this upon her, forcing her to breed in its vile crusade. She decided that Twilight needed to know about Denclop however, so that way she could help in the apprehension of "it", as well as because because she was also a Princess. She should have known of important threats such Denclop in the first place, after all! Celestia felt a pang of regret again, vowing to herself to not keep Twilight in the dark about potential risks to Equestria or its denizens anymore, as well as to not to keep any other important information from her either. Celestia took a deep breath, knowing much needed to be said to get Twilight up to speed.

Before Celestia could even start to tell of how Denclop came to be however, Twilight spoke. “ So how did you know Denclop was after me?” she asked, looking up to Celestia as she awaited an answer.

Celestia looked over to Zecora, then started to explain what was asked; “The moment Zecora awoke after her own 'encounter' with Denclop, she knew she needed to make it to me and alert me Denclop was activated. After quickly grabbing the heat potion you drank, Zecora left her shack and saw you in the Everfree Forest with Big Macintosh. Knowing he was possessed by Denclop, she followed you as you both headed towards Ponyville. She knew she couldn't fight against such a powerful foe alone, especially not in her condition, so instead of approaching you and Denclop and putting herself at risk, 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., though Twilight felt a tinge of doubt at that thought. Had those thoughts and desires actually been Denclop's influence upon her, or had she REALLY wanted a foal? As she remembered back to all the memories of playing with Smartypants and pretending she was her foal, then the strong desires she had felt when she had first read about 'making foals' in the textbook, she thought she had a pretty firm grasp on the truth.

Zecora smiled back figuring she'd helped Twilight, but not knowing that Twilight had in fact wanted to be bred; wanted to be with foal.

"But how did Zecora—" Twilight started to ask, but Celestia held a hoof up and silenced her.

“Please Twilight, I know you have many questions, but if you just let me tell you about Denclop’s origins I’m sure they will all be answered. If I finish and you have additional questions after, you may ask then.” Celestia said as she smiled softly at the purple alicorn. “Ok, Twilight?”

Twilight nodded and Celestia took a deep breath and to start to tell the history of Denclop again, looking to Twilight before starting to recount.

“Many years ago, Luna, and Starswirl the Bearded and myself went to the land where the zebras come from past the Everfree Forest. We had been asked there to help a tribal herd that was growing smaller and smaller by the year, with them having deaths, but never any births. They were unable to have foals no matter what they tried, but nopony knew why.

One day, Starswirl the Bearded came up with what, at the time, all three of us thought was a great idea. You see, the zebras are somewhat of a superstitious sort. They believe everything, even their children and potions, are gifts from their gods. As such, Starswirl enchanted one of their ritual masks so the tribe would feel comfortable with him helping them with their epidemic of infertility, with zebras initially being somewhat uneasy of others outside their tribe."

Celestia took a breath before she continued, shifting slightly.

“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 control a vessel and breed with mares, to give them the 'gift' of being bred and bearing foals. You see, Starswirl had actually given a spell sentience, the ability to think and discern, to make up its own mind. To have a self–determined and self–fulfilled purpose. I have since banned these spells from ever being used or taught again, for reasons that should be obvious."

"Starswirl based the spell’s personality upon a zebra mythological figure which the mask was formed in honor of; Denclop, Goddess of Fertility and Love. According to the Zebra myth, Denclop was a loving goddess and was able to create life within mares and make ponies fall in love. However, Denclop also had a darker side. She was somewhat vain, viewing herself and her Duty as all–important and mares as a simple means to complete it. Whenever she deemed it necessary to 'show her place' to the ponies, she was able to 'possess a vessel to do her will', with 'her will' generally involving a lot of pregnant mares in its wake. Starswirl had left this personality trait in so the tribe leader would believe that Starswirl had received the mask from the goddess herself, as he had told them he had. What a foal he was.”

Celestia paused a moment to sit down and get comfortable. Twilight left her side and went to sit with Zecora on the floor, wanting to look upon Celestia as she told the story. 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 enchantment upon the mask activate whenever a virile stallion touched the mask during breeding season and there was a potentially fertile mare nearby. When the mask was activated, it would be put on by, or would paralyze then forcibly magically tether itself to, the one who touched it. It would then 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, on any ponies that the mask felt were inadequately prepared to breed..."

"If Denclop's target was a stallion, which automatically included its ‘vessel’, the mask would release a spell that would amplify the male’s sexual fluid and reproductive cell productions, as well as his sexual libido, extensively. This would make him far more virile and able to breed constantly and more effectively, as well as ramping his rutting instincts to maximum and making him compelled to breed any nearby mares 'in season'."

"If Denclop's target was a mare, the spell Denclop cast would make her go into full estrus and immediately ovulate. The spell would also strengthen her breeding instincts if she was already in heat, compelling her to be bred by the ‘vessel’ or any other virile stallions nearby. The mask would cause all fertile females within its senses to be bred, whether by its own vessel or by other stallions influenced by its spell, before the mask shut itself down, with its ‘duty fulfilled’."

Celestia sighed and rubbed her head with a hoof before proceeding, her voice taking on a more frustrated tone.

“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 or something. 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 as she remembered what had happened, the memories still crystal clear to this day. She took a moment to compose herself again, steeling herself for the next part.

“…and the stallion proceeded to rape one of our mare royal assistants...and then attempted to rape my sister, Princess Luna, and the other stallions in the room tried to rape any mares they could mount, the mares forced by the spell to allow the stallions to breed them. Unbeknownst to us, Starswirl had 'taught' the mask to incapacitate unwilling, or sometimes even willing, participants with an incapacitation spell. The spell could even target to specific muscles, allowing only certain parts of its victims to move. He explained that he had added this 'so ALL fertile mares in the tribe would be with foal, even if they didn't want to be', with Starswirl apparently thinking that the tribe needed as many new foals as possible in order to recover from its near-extinction."

"Starswirl also 'taught' the mask a silencing spell, a spell that disabled all spells trying to be cast by the victim, essentially making even powerful unicorns helpless against it, as well as disabling the latant magic of Earth Ponies, Zebras and Pegusi – sapping Earth Ponies' strength, Zebras' own unique latant magics, and Pegusi's flight magic. It basically made any mare into the vessel’s…seed receptacle, unable to stop the vessel from breeding them, but still able to sense and feel everything. Starswirl made a horrible abomination."

Celestia adjusted herself on the floor, an uncomfortable and unwelcome warmth having found a place between her back legs, with the cause either Twilight's heated scent still lingering and the scent of sex still present, or the fact she was describing aloud the antics of a sex–obsessed sentient spell. Perhaps both. Either way, she had developed a small wet-spot underneath her and shifted to get out of it, accidentally rubbing her slightly swollen slit on the floor and getting an unexpected burst of pleasure. A quiet surprised gasp escaped Celestia's lips as she felt the first sexual pleasure she'd felt in many years, then quickly cleared her throat after seeing Twilight's and Zecora's reaction. With a heavy blush on her face, Celestia quickly continued the story.

"After breeding the mares, the mask would place a spell upon their womb and cervix, with it magically sealing their womb and preventing any physical or magical influence upon either. This was presumably to protect the foal in general, but unintentionally prevented anypony from trying to hurt or remove the foal before it was ready to be born. This spell was effective until the mare's labor started, after which it would dissipate.” Celestia shook her head at the stupidity of her royal magician, unbelieving of how foalish he could be to force ponies to bear foals they did not want.

"But Starswirl was not a total foal, you see. Starswirl knew the mask could possibly get out of control when he created it, so he made it so the mask could only bind to one ‘vessel’ and could be shut down with a single phrase. After deactivation, the Denclop mask was only able to be reactivated again once touched by another virile stallion during a breeding season and with a fertile mare nearby."

"But what about Luna? What happened then?" Twilight asked, completely enthralled now.

"I got sidetracked, sorry...anyways, back to my previous story. After the guard 'had his way' with the royal assistant but before he had 'finished' with Luna, and thankfully before any of the other stallions 'finished' with the other fertile mares, Starswirl had been summoned and screamed the kill command. This caused the guards to be released from the mask’s influence and the mask to be deactivated."

"After the guard apologized profusely for disobeying our direct orders to not touch the mask, we sent him back to his job with a harsh reprimand, but soon decided further action needed to be taken with him and he was forced to be responsible for the foal he'd sired. The other stallions were forced to apologize, and be responsible for any foals they'd sired, but fortunately none ejaculated and thus no foals were conceived."

"Well, thank Faust for that," Twilight said, getting a nod from Celestia. "So what happened to the mask after that?"

"After this event, I commanded Starswirl to remove the enchantment from the mask and destroy it, only for Starswirl returned later to tell 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 the spell initially, that it must have learned it from a spell book or possibly its host's memories during its possession of the unicorn royal guard. That event made us aware of the dangerous growth potential of the mask's powers, and made us more determined to never let it be free again, lest it learn too much and be virtually unstoppable."

"Starswirl didn't totally disenchant it, but did partially?" Twilight asked, the astute mare picking up that little detail.

"Ah, yes, good catch Twilight," Celestia praised, Twilight beaming in response, "Yes, Starswirl reported that all he had managed to disable through the spell was the mask's ability to influence the reproductive behavior of stallions other then its 'vessel'. This was definitely a good thing, as without that downsizing of her powers of all reproduction, Denclop could have caused every fertile mare in Equestria to be with foal by a random stallion by now! Starswirl also said he removed another feature of the mask, but what it was eludes me after so many years. All I can remember is that it had something to do with the mares it chose to breed with."

"Well, I guess that's a small victory," Twi said, Celestia nodding.

"Knowing how dangerous the mask was while it remained in Equestria, 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 as she thought of something, speaking with some amount of pride in her voice. “ One more thing though. 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. I guess that mask is good for something.” Celestia smiled, and then proceeded with her recounting with the serious tone of before.

"Well, that's good to hear," Twilight said, smiling.

“Indeed. We took the mask from Starswirl and gave it to a trusted zebra mare of that tribe who 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, promising to guard it with her life. This zebra mare, who was an ancestor of our Zecora, then took it back to her homeland with her. Upon her passing, she passed the mask down to her daughter and with it the warning to keep it safe from the touch of a stallion. The mask was passed down many generations in Zecora’s family, hidden and protected by a chosen mare descendant from ever being touched by a stallion during pony breeding seasons…but now here we are. Denclop is free once more.”

After Celestia finished recounting Denclop's history, Zecora looked down and shrunk away, ashamed that she had let the mask slip away from her protection. At the mention of her family's duty to guard the mask, she felt that she had shunned her family’s royally appointed task and betrayed her mother's choice of entrusting her with guarding the mask by letting the mask possess Big Macintosh.

Looking at Twilight's agape jaw, Celestia decided to give her time to take in the information she had just told her. After all, it was quite a bit to just have dumped on her all of a sudden.

Zecora suddenly looked down to her belly, then back up to Princess Celestia as she thought of the question that had been bothering her since earlier that night. “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 shrink back again. “No known spells that we tried on that poor mare the guard...bred with...worked. She did however end up giving birth to a healthy filly a little over eleven months later, then later told us that she regretted asking us to try to get rid of her foal. She said that 'she didn't know what she would do without her daughter now' when I asked her.” Celestia finished, giving Zecora a wink and smile. Zecora simply smiled back and looked down as she rubbed her belly, knowing what was likely already growing inside.

"But Princess Celestia," Twilight asked a few minutes later, finally processing the information dump she had earlier received; "Why didn't you just speak that kill command word thingy that Starswirl used to shut her down and stop her before she could get away from you just now?"

"Because my dear Twilight," Celestia said softly, "the scroll the code word was on was locked away in a chest within the Starswirl the Bearded Wing of my castle. The code word was known by and only ever used once by Starswirl, but try as I may I simply can't remember it...although that's almost to be expected after only hearing it once over two thousand years ago. I also never saw a need to unlock his box it was contained in, nor learn the code word because the Denclop mask was so well secured by Zecora's family. I can now see that was a grave mistake."

After hearing of the kill code still existing Twilight perked up a little, feeling an edge of determination well up in her. "Well, we need to go to your castle and learn it immediately then!" Twilight nearly shouted as she galloped to the door, starting to unfurled her wings and prepare to take off.

Celestia called out her name, stopping Twilight. "Twilight! I've already thought of that." Celestia said calmly, "I said the chest was there, but it isn't anymore. It was lost back when Discord returned to and almost took Equestria over again before you and your friends defeated him, him teleporting many of my possessions to seemingly random places. I still haven't found most of them to this day! If the chest still exists, it's likely lost and unlikely to be found easily. This is Discord we're talking about after all..."

Twilight's head lowered to the ground, "Then how will we stop Denclop if we don't have the kill command?"

Celestia nodded as an idea come to mind, her horn starting to glow brighter as she channeled a spell into it.

"We ask the one who lost it."

Chapter 5.2: A Divine's Instrument

Pairing(s):

Lyra Heartstrings(solo), Big Mac x Lyra Heartstrings

Contains: female masturbation (dildo) including magic ejaculation, voyeurism, urination, semi-non-consensual/forced breeding, cervical penetration, and very excessive cum with cum inflation and impregnation.

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Still panting hard, Denclop looked around as the pink flash of her spell faded from around her, seeing she was once again alone but outdoors and enveloped in the dim light of the full moon’s soft glow. She found that her teleport spell that she’d cast in her panic to escape Celestia had dropped her into what looked like the empty town square of Ponyville, making this conclusion as she looked upon the large pony statue in the center. Denclop figured that since she’d had never practiced with the spell and then suddenly used it in a panic, it had caused a random teleportation effect. She was lucky it hadn't teleported her into a volcano, or the Everfree Forest again!

While Celestia was 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, her vessel panting hard and soaked from the strain of running earlier in the rain – but she quickly realized that something hadn’t changed since he'd left there. Denclop looked down as she again felt the tightness in her vessel's penis, it having remained erect even while she'd ran away.

As Denclop stared at Big Mac’s still-hard member, she could still smell that mare’s needing scent. She held the hard appendage in both hooves and saw it glisten in the moonlight, as though some of the moonlight had itself taken liquid form upon it. Traces of Twilight’s marejuice still clung to it, now cold and sticky against her vessel’s unsatisfied phallus. She debated on finishing herself off, wanting , no NEEDING, to feel the pleasure of release after getting so close to orgasm within her, but she could not bring herself to waste her vessel’s seed for her own selfish desires. She had a Destiny to fulfill, and couldn't do it with an empty Vessel!

Denclop instead wiped one of the wet spots off and held it up to Big Mac’s snout, giving it a big sniff as she smelled the mare she‘d had to leave without a Gift. She then put the slightly-damp hoof into Big Mac’s mouth. tasting again the mare she hadn’t had a chance to finish her Duty for. She felt anger welling for the first time ever, feeling it burning through her as she realized it was the Sun Goddess who had refused her this mare, and was the one who had refused her the completion of her Destiny.

Denclop was seething now and needed to get some of her rage out. “That foal!”, she growled in Big Mac’s voice, quiet despite the anger being very evident in her voice. She wanted to scream to the heavens, to show her fury at that mare being devoid of her Gift, but she kept her rage in check as best as she could – after all, she didn’t want to give her position away if anypony happened to be roaming the streets at night.

Denclop continued her ranting, the deep growl making her feel better as she released her pent–up frustrations; “I will NOT lose another mare. I MUST FULFILL MY DESTINY! It seems being nice and letting the mares get comfortable around me and convincing them to accept their Gift takes too long, especially now that I’m surely being hunted down by that self-righteous Sun Goddess! No more being nice, no more waiting for them to accept; I will fulfill my Destiny, whether they accept it or not! I guess I must give it to them by force!”

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Big Mac had awoken once again to the ferocious words manifested of Denclop’s anger. Big Mac was shocked by her ruthlessness, and started struggling to push through the barrier between him and her as he tried again to knock her out of control – to reclaim his body, and potentially save a mare’s dignity. He felt himself starting to press through the wall, only to be slammed back hard as Denclop detected him trying to take over again. In her fury, Denclop slammed Big Mac into unconsciousness again, and once again locking his cage door and forcing him into unwilling compliance.

After stopping the potential uprising inside her vessel's mind, a flash of movement caught Denclop‘s attention. As she once again picked it up a second later, Denclop’s head turned towards it and saw a mint-green pony heading into an alleyway across the street. Curious what reason a mare would have to be out at this time of night during breeding season, Denclop got up and slowly headed over to explore, keeping to the shadows and keeping her true self cloaked lest she be detected by her pursuers.

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Lyra had come here to this alleyway to not interrupt her housemate's sleep with her self-pleasure, her heat demanding her to be filled and rutted. As she pressed the enchanted dildo to her needing slit, no resistance was met as it slid right into Lyra's dripping hole and landed deep in her body. She sighed in pleasure after burying it almost completely inside her needing slit with her hoof, biting her lower lip as she then used her magic to pull it back out and jam it back in suddenly. She let out a soft cry as she felt it spread her, and sighed with relief as she felt her passage full again, finding her breeding instincts finally mellowing out again as long as the stallionhood stayed lodged between her legs.

Lyra thrust the dildo into herself again and again, her heat-addled brain firing on all cylinders as pleasure radiated through her body, simply needing more and more of that sensation to keep sane. She gave constant moans as she felt the dildo starting to pulse in her, and after a few more slow thrusts Lyra got up as she decided to try a new position so she could put the dildo deeper into herself. She wanted to feel it hilt in her again, to make her feel as full and satisfied as it had earlier. She stood in the traditional mating position, standing stiff with her rear legs widely spread and her tail flagged. before pressing the warm and throbbing dildo into herself again with another groan of pleasure.

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A couple minutes had passed since Denclop had made her slow crossing to the alley, moving as stealthily as possible. She knew Celestia had likely put out a warrant for her capture and wanted to pull as little attention to herself as possible, yet at the same time knew she had to encounter the needing mares to Gift them. As she reached the alley, Denclop heard a very loud groan, with it instantly piquing her attention. As 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 disembodied penis? This strange “show” made Big Mac’s member start to harden as Denclop just stood there enjoying it, watching each thrust pound into the mare and each pull out giving him a glance at the pink insides of her slit.

~

Lyra was oblivious to now being observed and moaned again as her new position let the faux–stallionhood penetrate very her deeply, her magic pressing it to the hilt as she felt the synthetic testicles at the base press against her. She continued to pound herself as deep as she could, tapping her cervix with the dildo's head with every thrust as she thought of being taken again by her foal-hood crush Crescent Moon. She fantasized again that this dildo was his now-stallion-sized member, him now a powerful adult as he made her his mare again – gripping her sides tight as he made his deep, claiming thrusts into her. She continued to work the dildo in and out hastily, a deep groan escaping her whenever the pleasure became too much, the sudden realization that she was doing this in public and could be caught at any moment only making her lust burn hotter.

A couple of minutes later, Lyra's inner muscles spasmed as she thought of Crescent hilting himself into her and groaning as he reached his peak, her in turn feeling the dildo throb harder as her own climax closed in. She cried out loud as her orgasm finally hit her, pressing the throbbing toy against her cervix and leaving it there as the tingling magic poured and shot directly into her womb. Lyra sunk gently to the ground as her orgasm surged through her, letting her legs give out as her powerful orgasm overtook her ability to stand – feeling the magic pressing into her deepest depths and making her mind overload at the sensation as she felt the shaft continue to throb in her tightly-squeezing chamber.

After Lyra's orgasm had diminished a short while later, she felt her heat return again as she realized in disappointment that the dildo had not satisfied her completely this time. With a moan she stood up and again assumed the breeding position, then with a magical tug she retrieved the dildo from her still-sensitive vagina before charging it up again and proceeding on to round two, hilting herself again with a moan.

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Recovering 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 "help" the mare and to complete her Duty. She released the blue mist around Big Mac and inhaled deeply, starting the production of the extra seed she’d soon need as she watched the mare desperately try to sate herself. Denclop felt a tinge of pity for the poor, desperate mare.

Denclop said to herself, then took another deep breath of the mist. She would Gift this mare as she had the zebra. She would give this mare more than plenty of her vessel's seed to make a foal, with his balls already swollen before with that purple unicorn princess's Gift. Maybe this mare would even have twins!

~

Lyra continued to pleasure herself, eyes closed as the intense sensations flowed through her from her over-sensitive slit and climbed up and down her spine. She was completely oblivious to the pink mist surrounding her as she was panting hard, inhaling a large amount of the mist and not even realizing it, the mist was completely odorless and flavorless now. Denclop had abandoned trying to coerce mares into breeding with her, realizing she just needed the effects of the mist. That she just needed for the mares to be paralyzed by their lust and need to be bred. To use their own instincts to aid her in fulfilling her Destiny.

~

When Lyra suddenly felt her heat increase ten-fold, it felt as though somepony had lit a bonfire between her legs, her need amplifying to beyond what she'd ever before felt. She pulled out the dildo and threw it aside in frustration, knowing it wouldn't do her any further good. She needed another pony to satisfy her now.

As she considered going back to her house and begging Bon-Bon to rut her silly, Lyra felt her legs paralyze along with the rest of her body. She tried to squirm free, but discovered only her eyes and rear were able to move. She tried to cast a spell in her panic at suddenly being locked down, to try and counter whatever magic was being used to restrict her, but the silencing spell from Denclop had taken effect and Lyra's magic fizzled out as soon as the golden-yellow glow appeared on her horn.

Suddenly, Lyra felt a nip on her flank and her instincts took over, her tail flagging and curling over her back as her urine streamed down onto the alley’s ground, her clit winking to the pony behind her and making her need very evident. Lyra heard a sniffing from behind as the pony presumably smelled her urine or slit, determining if she was ripe for the taking. As she then suddenly felt a weight upon her flank as two large hooves started gripping her upper barrel tightly, she figured he'd determined she was. When she felt a nuzzle on her crest as she was mounted, she realized sharpish that she, a very fertile mare in heat, was suddenly being bred by a stallion she didn't even know!

Lyra tried to cry out 'wait', but her vocal cords were paralyzed before she could finish the word, only able to get out the first half before she was silenced. She then felt a very long, warm and hard object enter her already-spread lips, knowing in a millisecond what it was as her passage clasped around what it so longed for. She moaned as she felt the stallion's length sliding down her pre-lubed path, hilting to her cervix on the first thrust. She already knew what was happening and moaned hard as her body reacted to the phallic invader in full, her body finally getting the real thing instead of some toy and gripping it tightly within her, as though it would disappear if it let it lose for a second.

Lyra groaned at the fullness the stallionhood inside her provided and pushed back involuntarily, her body wanting to be filled and satisfied by the softly-throbbing length inside her. The stallion behind her apparently took that as a go-ahead and started to thrust very hard into her marehood, not holding back at all as he started a frantic pace of plowing into her and hilting her with each deep thrust. Lyra's body reacted out of her control, her hips moving back to meet his every thrust as she felt him rub her just right with each, sending waves of pleasure through her beyond what even her state-of-the-art dildo was capable of giving her, knowing then that nothing could compare to the real-life cock filling her.

Lyra suddenly heard a feminine voice in her head, confusing her pleasure–soaked mind;

A single tear streamed down Lyra’s cheek as she suddenly realized what the end result of this breeding would be, realizing she didn't want it to be like this. She didn't want to have a foal this way, put into her by somepony she didn't even know in an alleyway! She wanted it to be with Crescent, her special–somepony! Her body however didn't seem to agree, a jolt of pleasure racing up her spine and causing her mind to blank for a moment as she felt the stallion biting down on her neck now, gripping her crest roughly as he pounded into her.

~

A loud moan escaped Lyra's lips as so many others had before while the rough pounding continued over five minutes later, with the stallion not having slowed a beat since he'd started, the wet sounds of his balls slapping her soaked teats and his now-sopping crotch meeting her rear echoing against the brick walls of the buildings beside them. When he'd started nuzzling and nipping gently at her neck, it caused her pleasure to spike with each touch, her mind moving to think about Crescent again as she was bred. Wait, she was...enjoying this?

Lyra moaned again as the stallion's cockhead rubbed deeply into her G-spot again, making her gasp and shiver at the sensation. Lyra didn't originally want this, but...it felt sooo gooood to be filled like this by an actual stallion, and to feel her heat being quenched by a real stallionhood. Sure the toys she and Bon-Bon used on each other helped get the edge off their heats prevented them from pouncing on any stallion in sight, but they were NOTHING compared to the real thing.

As Lyra felt the stallion throb again in her and send another burst of pre-cum inside, she moaned deeply as she thrust back on him, needing to feel him deeper. In response, the stallion continued to nuzzle and nip her neck as he pounded into her, causing Lyra to moan aloud at the stimulation she was getting. As Lyra felt her orgasm grow closer she imagined it was instead Crescent on her back plowing her depths, with that thought setting her that much closer to the point of no return.

~

Minutes after, the already jackhammer-fast thrusts increased as Lyra felt herself finally reaching her peak. Apparently Denclop had released her grip on Lyra's vocal chords, because when the head of the Big Mac's penis started to flare inside her, Lyra suddenly cried out in her lust as she realized her fantasy from earlier was coming true, screaming out her desires to the mysterious stallion.

"B–Buck yeah, c–cum in me! GIVE ME A FOAL! GIVE ME A FOAAAAAAL!" Lyra cried out, then gasped and tensed up as she felt her vaginal muscles clench down hard on the fully-flared member so deep inside of her, 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 as he bottomed out in her.

~

Denclop felt her mare start to clench around her vessel, feeling the warmth spray on her vessel's inner thighs as the mare released. She was glad for her feeling some relief, and would finish for this mare and give her the foal she'd cried out for, for her Destiny demanded it. Denclop continued to thrust roughly as she felt her vessel get nearer to climax, his throbs growing more insistent, then got him as deep into the needing mare as she could before finally letting go.

~

When Lyra felt a sudden burst of warmth blossom deep inside her, she remembered back to the first time she’d done this with that cute little colt back in school. As she felt the second shot enter her depths, she accepted the fact that she knew she wouldn't be as "lucky" this time, and that she WOULD get pregnant from this breeding. This was not a little colt squirting his thin, immature spray into her, but instead a full–grown, mature stallion gushing his thick, virile cum into her. But was getting pregnant really such a bad thing? It sure didn't feel bad.

Lyra loosed a passionate cry, an intense burst of warmth blossoming through her as her body was wracked with pleasure, her pussy milking the once-unwanted rod and pulling more of this stallion's seed into her. Hearing a grunt from him at the increased tightness, she felt as he continued to thrust into her spazzing pussy, making her lull her head back and rub against the stallion's muzzle. She wanted to feel the closeness to another pony she'd not when she had cum alone earlier, wanted to feel the companionship she truly wanted most during her heats.

Lyra's first orgasm lasted a good minute, her shivering and moaning through it as she felt the unknown stallion continue to pump his load into her, making her orgasm stretch on and on as she constantly trembled beneath him. She could barely keep her legs from collapsing as the stallion's orgasm lasted seemingly forever, gushing non-stop into her passage.

After her first orgasm ended, Lyra suddenly whined as she felt herself clenching anew on the still-pumping and moving stallionhood as she started another orgasm, cumming again as the stallion's constant cumming overstimulated her to climax once more.

~

After another while, just as her second orgasm was starting to ebb off, Lyra felt the final barrier between her fertile womb and the stallion's seed give out with the pressure of the constantly incoming bursts of cum. She felt a deep spreading as her cervix opened to the flood of semen pressing against it, crying out when she felt the stallion push himself even deeper into her. She felt his flare partially enter her womb, pushing the pool from her vagina inside and causing it to slide inside and pool at the bottom, the feeling of so much of the creamy warmth in her so deep now making her almost pass out from the pleasure.

When Lyra felt the sticky warmth of the stallion's seed start to spray even deeper inside her, into what must have been her very womb, it immediately set off another orgasm. Lyra’s pussy clenched down hard again, milking more foal-batter from the stallion as she shuddered and cried out through the third orgasm, loving every second of this now as her very core was filled and starting to expand quite a lot.

Him cumming in her felt so right to her, like her whole life had led up to this moment.

Like this was something she was always meant to do, whether with this stallion or Crescent Moon.

Like she was always meant to bear a foal.

~

After what felt like an eternity, with her womb then swelling heavily from the amount of seed forced into it, the stallion’s reserves finally seemed to run dry. Lyra noticed the weight lift off her back and then felt as the stallion dismounted her, his needs also very much sated judging by how uncomfortably full her belly felt. He pulled out and a flood of his seed gushed from her marehood and over her clit on the way down, causing Lyra to shudder one last time. The stallion then sniffed at her leaking pussy and chuffed, clearly proud of his job well done.

After the stallion had dismounted her, she heard the clip-clop of hoofsteps backing up. The feminine voice spoke in her head again: Lyra then heard the hoofsteps trotting away, increasing to a gallop a short distance away. She felt the magic release her body from its grip and she collapsed to the wet alley ground, her legs giving out as she panted on the ground in her afterglow, gasping for air as she recovered from four huge orgasms in under ten minutes.

Wanting to see the mysterious stallion who had given her a foal, Lyra looked up and saw a candy-apple-red stallion galloping away, seeing the green half-apple cutie mark on his flank. She saw his still-wet and dripping member flopping between his back legs as he galloped away, watching him until he turned a corner and left her sight. She gasped as she realized the stallion's identity – it was 'Big' Macintosh Apple! She had seen him deliver apples to the apple cart she bought from whenever she was in the market district, and had even bought a few from him directly!

As she noticed the huge, warm mass in her belly again, she reached a hoof up to it and rubbed over the swollen flesh, the feeling of over-fullness even still pleasant to her as she felt her heat completely gone now – surely nothing a toy could do! Her energy depleted again, she collapsed to the ground and felt tears welling up in her eyes, unsure if they were of sadness or of joy, this whole series of events leaving Lyra feeling as though she'd accomplished something she'd long wanted, yet unhappy as to how and with whom it had occurred.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Denclop trotted away with Big Mac's head held high, not having felt so dominating over a mare since she was in the zebra homeland, and never having filled a mare so much since then as well! Despite her initial rush however, she didn't have the lasting satisfaction of cuddling with the mare, nor of giving her comfort in her loneliness. 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 and spending some time with them after Gifting them.

If the mares refused her Gift, however, she would still give it to them. Denclop still needed to fulfill her Destiny after all, whether her subjects were ready or not.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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

To: Princess Celestia/Princess Luna

From: Ponyville Guard Station #5

RE: Lyra Heartstrings

Reporting one Lyra Heartstrings walking inside the guard station.

Lyra's belly was very heavily swollen and her vulva was dripping semen onto the floors.

Lyra had tearstains running down her cheeks.

Lyra reported being magically incapacitated, then non-consensually bred by a citizen of Ponyville. She also claimed to have heard a feminine voice in her head saying that it was 'gifting her' and that its 'duty was now fulfilled for her.'

After Lyra was released from the magic binds, she reported seeing Macintosh Apple of the Apple Clan running away from the alley he'd bred with her in, then turning a corner and heading deeper into Ponyville.

– Corporal Nightwing

The message was relayed to Princess Celestia immediately via scroll upon it being written, along with a request for her orders for the guards. She read them with a sigh, vision blurring because of the tears starting to form as she felt pity for that poor mare. 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 from the Royal Guard Station after giving her statements, Lyra had gone home and was met at the door by a teary Bon-Bon. Bon-Bon had been informed by a teleported scroll of the incident and asked to care for her during her time of need, with the scroll also explaining the details of what Lyra had reported. They hugged and Bon-Bon scolded Lyra for being so stupid as to go out at night alone in her full–blown heat, wishing she would have just woke her up to help her with her needs if they were that bad.

Bob-Bon then looked down to her friend's very swollen belly and could only cry some more, feeling that this was entirely her fault.

Lyra could only hug Bon–Bon and cry alongside her, though wasn't really sure how to feel about the incident herself. It had been against her will originally...but it had felt so good, so right! She hadn't wanted a foal this way, but...

After going inside Lyra took a long, warm shower, cleaning the rest of the caked-on mess of semen and her fluids she'd missed at the guard station from her mare-parts as well as she could and letting her overworked muscles relax some. After making herself as clean and relaxed as possible, Lyra settled down in bed with Bon-Bon, wanting the comfort of being with her closest friend as she dealt with her internal ordeal – to help ground her uncertain mind as she contemplated likely having a foal in eleven months. She fell asleep shortly after, sleeping surprisingly peacefully after such an occurrence.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

During the night Big Mac's sperm swam in Lyra's tract, seeking out their only goal of her egg. The next morning as Lyra awoke to breakfast in bed and an apologetic hug served by Bon-Bon, a sperm and her egg united, conceiving the child she was so unsure about, but would love regardless.

In eleven months, Lyra would learn that this night was really a blessing in disguise.

Chapter 6: Pinkie Pie's Pie Party

Author's Note: This chapter is totally and completely off the wall, and doesn't really fit into this story much (intentionally so given it's a Pinkie Pie chapter). If you only want to read about Big Mac breeding the mares, read the bonus chapter instead of this one.

Pairing(s): Pinkie Pie x Cheese Sandwich

Contains: female masturbation (dildo/hooves), followed later by a minor hoof-fetish, consensual fellatio, cunnilingus, breeding, and impregnation.

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Shortly after the letter regarding Lyra’s breeding was sent to Princess Celestia, a panting Big Mac traveled deeper into the moonlit town of Ponyville, seeking out more mares for Denclop to Gift. Denclop finally stopped, noticing her vessel was growing much weaker from a lack of fluid intake and over–exertion from all the breeding and fluid production. Denclop decided it was very much better to not have her vessel collapse, she stopped to drink at a nearby well and rest, letting Big Mac’s aching muscles relax for a while and allowing him to catch his breath.

Soon afterwards, Denclop caught the scent of another mare in heat when the wind shifted – not unexpected, as the scent very common given the time of year. Most stallions in Ponyville were in a relationship, but the very few single ones always knew to avoid going out of their houses much during Spring to avoid roaming mares–in–heat, lest they risk losing themselves to their instincts and end up unintentionally getting a mare pregnant. While this is how a good number of the couples in Ponyville met, it still could lead to problems if the mare or stallion weren't interested in being together – so those stallions wanting to remain single stayed locked safely away until most mares were out of their cycle.

At detecting another chance to fulfill her Duty, Denclop forced Big Mac to get his still–tired body up and made him travel to a nearby building, the scent getting stronger the closer he got to the mare in need.

~

As she soon after homed in on the epicenter of the heated scent, the building looked like it was made entirely of sweets, with the distinct scent of apple pie floating from the general area with more subtle hints of other baked goods mixing in and making the entire street smell of fresh–baked goodies. Denclop approached the building then turned the corner, following the scent of the mare in heat until his journey ended at a hot–pink mare with a poofy candy–cotton tail bent over and placing something on a table. Denclop's interest was further enhanced when she saw the mare's tail was carried flagged, something commonly done among mares in heat, putting her puffy pink slit on display.

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When Denclop approached the pink mare, the mare suddenly turned around. Denclop stopped in her tracks, panicking as she was exposed – the mare was now looking on her true self. Denclop had earlier disabled her cloaking, figuring it was draining her magical energy reserves for no apparent reason since the streets were seemingly abandoned. Then Pinkie opened her mouth, Denclop fearing she would call out for help and have her captured. Instead, she started talking...

...and talking...and talking...

“Hi Big Mac ! Nice mask! Did Mr. Voicey send you here for my ‘Pinkie Pie’s Pie Porking Party? It’s only you and me and Mr. Voicey, but hey, it’s still a party! Oh, and Gummy of course! Anyhoo, 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 cuz I didn’t send out any invitations, so how would you know?! Well there's Mr. Voicey the narrator, but he's always following me and writing down my antics. Oh yeah! I sent an invitation to Gummy! Gummy always gets an invitation to any shindig, party, hootenanny, hoe–down, or any other kinda event 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 tried to 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 paralyzation spell. Pinkie appeared in front of Denclop now, hopping and still jabbering on in her excitement to see another pony who could join her in her impromptu party. When she noticed Big Mac on his side now and scrunched up in the fetal position – she asked; “Aw, what’s the matter, you tired? You should take a nap, but...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 had heard enough and with what concentration she could muster, she activated her teleportation spell and... teleported...away...?

“Uh–doy, Mr. Voicey! Don’t worry though! I promise the audience will love the changes I made!” Pinkie asked suddenly, somehow looking at me through my monitor.

Pinkie nodded, giving me a huge smile. "Come on, it’s time to PAAAR–TAY!”

~

A yellow stallion in a pancho quickly approached Sugarcube Corner, back–lit slightly by a nearby streetlamp and his face hidden by a wide–brimmed cowboy hat. He approached slowly, Pinkie seemingly unaware of his presence as he closed in on her from behind, his movements slow but meaningful. Before he could reach her however, a gust of wind blew off his hat, reveling his curly brown mane and making him tremble.

Pinkie turned around when the hat hit her hoof, looking at the stallion only a few hoofsteps away from her as he stood seemingly in a daze, trembling as his whole body lightly convulsed from his neck to his flank, a visible ripple making the two halves of his cutie mark appear to separate and rejoin. Her excitement immediately bubbled up when she recognized him, not having seen him for quite some time and extremely pleased to see him at this time of year. "HI CHEESE SANDWICH!" Pinkie nearly screamed, startling the named pony and snapping him out of his trance.

Cheese Sandwich snapped his head towards the voice and sniffed at the air, easily detecting Pinkie's heated scent, his nose only confirming what he already knew. "I knew my Cheesy Sense wouldn't let me down!" Cheese said in his deep–toned voice, leaving Pinkie quite confused for a moment before a spark showed in her eyes.

"Oh, I get it! Your Cheesy Sense led you here because I was going to have a ‘Pinkie Pie’s Pie–Porking Party", right?! Pinkie asked, surprising Cheese on how she actually knew that.

"Well, yes..." Cheese confirmed, his shifting eyes and nervous expression making it clear he wasn't sharing the whole truth.

Pinkie smile largely as she realized she now had a new party partner. "WEE, LET'S GO!" Pinkie suddenly shouted, grabbing Cheese and somehow carrying the stallion twice her size over her head and into the building.

~

After dropping Cheese Sandwich off at one of the tables, he was greeted to the floor underneath being covered in crumbs and various other pastry flakings sticking to his hooves, then looked up to see a large glass–covered display case in front of him displaying the various pastries and other sweets that must have produced the mess. He looked around the rest of the room and saw a number of other tables and stools around as well, to the far left of the room a stairway that seemed to lead upstairs to the bedrooms.

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie raced back into the room and dropped two stacks of five pies on the table, then galloped to the refrigerator and grabbed 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 the cream into her grinning mouth. After completely filling her muzzle with the sweet tasty treat, she held the can out to Cheese and mumbled something, then shaking the can to emphasize what she was trying to say. She seemed to be offering the can for him to do the same thing.

Cheese accepted with rapid nods of his head and Pinkie tossed the can to him before grabbing another out of the 'fridge, gulping down the entire mouthful already in her maw before refilling it from the new can. She then moved on with full cheeks to hose down two pies with what remained in the can, which was vary little when she was done!

~

Cheese finished his half–can of whipped cream, enjoying the fluffy, creamy texture as he subtly stared at Pinkie. He was trying to be polite, but was getting impatient – he wasn't sure how to approach her about it, his long–docile shyness of childhood coming back suddenly. His member however, wasn't shy at all about the situation.

As Cheese again inhaled Pinkie’s heated scent so prevalent throughout the parlor, his glans peaked out of his sheath with the rest of his stallionhood soon following as it started to grow and harden – and while Pinkie continued to hose down the two pies with whipped cream, Cheese’s member grew to its full length.

When she finished putting a three–inch high layer of whipped cream on top, Pinkie proceeded to dig into her apple pie face first and ate it within seconds, all that survived her gnashing jaws and flailing tongue being a perfectly clean 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. Pinkie grabbed the other topped pie in her hoof, turning to offer to Cheese – but when she noticed his fully erect member, she set the pie back down on the table and walked over to him.

Pinkie sat down and simply looked at his member for a good minute, seemingly intrigued when it would occasionally pulse from her attention. Cheese watched her nervously all the while, not knowing how the mare was going to react to him suddenly popping a boner. “I didn't know you could grow popsicles down there!” Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, causing Cheese to flinch at her quite sudden and loud outburst. Pinkie Pie suddenly bent down and giving Cheese’s “popsicle” a test lick, a satisfied 'Mmm!' coming from her. She licked again, “Mmm, it tastes delicious!” she said, smiling wide as she got a taste of Cheese’s precum. Cheese just stood there, somewhat stunned by the mare’s sudden sexual interest in him but nowhere near unhappy.

Suddenly, Cheese had an idea to possibly make Pinkie even more interested in him. He reached over and grabbed the can of whipped cream off the nearby table and sprayed some on his “popsicle” – much to Pinkie’s delight. “Oooh! Whipped cream is my faaaaaaavorite! I mean, it great when it's on cherries and all, but on–” she yelled out, then taking the entire member into her mouth and throat, still mumbling something incomprehensible while trying to deepthroat his rod. After keeping him down her throat for only a moment, Pinkie pulled back and continued to suck on Cheese’s head with her mouth, trying to get more of that yummy–flavored cream to come out and all while still mumbling incoherently.

Pinkie noticed her “private parts” starting to heat up more and get wet again, so she reached back and just dug her hoof in. This was not 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...

"Flashback time!" Pinkie suddenly shouted, startling Cheese Sandwich.

~

"Aw shoot!" Pinkie exclaimed as she stood before the ovens, having just put the last of the pies in; "These pies still have thirty minutes before they're done! What could I possibly do?!" Feeling her heat burning deep inside her, she quickly decided she could stuff her own "pie" while waiting for the apple pies to get done, knowing how fun it was to rub herself down there during this time of year. Pinkie headed upstairs once the idea gripped her, moving quickly now as her needing marehood started to drip in anticipation to what she was planning, leaving a trail of her fluids all the way to her bedroom door.

As Pinkie entered her room, she turned and locked the door before closing the shutters and curtains she'd earlier forgotten to, finally going and laying down on her bed. She rubbed her muzzle against the pillow, detecting a trace scent of the cake she'd earlier eaten and apparently left some of on her pillow. "Mmm, frosting!" Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, almost licking the pillow before stopping and–

"Oh cmon Mr. Voicey, you weren't REALLY going to make me make out with a pillow, were you?"

"Cuz you know that would make me weird, right? I mean, what normal pony makes out with a frosting–scented pillow?!

"I mean, what would my friends think? 'Oh, there goes Pinkie, the mare who makes out with her pillow!' I'd be a laughing stock – and not in a good way! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, HORN?!

"Oh, sorry. I meant WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, MR. VOICEY?!

"As long as you don't even THINK about making me do anything weird again, OK?"

Pinkie then turned over on her back, DIDN'T MAKE OUT WITH HER PILLOW, and spread her back legs. She slowly moved her hoof down her barrel, shuddering at the touch. "Ooooh, Mr. Voicey, I like this..." Pinkie said, apparently breaking the fourth wall once again and interrupting my storytelling. Pinkie finally reached her teat, teasing herself before moving her hoof a bit more and gasping as her hoof–tip found the sensitive nipple. She rubbed it for a short while, enjoying the soft pleasure she got from it, making her need build constantly and making her even more horny.

When she felt she was at her teasing limit, Pinkie finally moved down from her teat and let her hoof now touch the sopping treasure between her legs, hitting that sensitive little pleasure button at the top. "Oooooh Mr. Voicey, you know I love it there...!" Pinkie exclaimed, apparently liking what I typed. She panted as she kept rubbing that most sensitive of spots, intense pleasure surging through her as she never let up on that little nub, making her passage start to clench as she worked herself hard. When she finally couldn't resist the urge to be filled anymore, she plunged her whole hoof into her passage, crying out in pleasure.

"Oh Mr. Voicey...!"

Pinkie kept rubbing herself deep, her passage contracting greedily around her hoof, her muscles trying to pull it even deeper inside her. Pinkie obliged her body, somehow managing to shove her entire hoof and part of her cannon inside–

"Oooo, speaking of "cannon" that reminds me! I need to go get my Party Cannon!" Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, pulling her entire hoof out of her burning pussy.

"Oh don't worry about it! Your readers are gonna looove this as much as I am!"

Pinkie got up from the bed and reached under her bed, pulling out a familiar pink box from a couple chapters ago...

Pinkie laughed – "Now THAT'S one of my super–secrety secrets! I can't tell you that!"

Pinkie got back up on the bed and opened the box, revealing the same dildo I had Lyra use in previous chapters to temporarily sate her own heat... that Pinkie had gotten somehow.

<DAMMIT, How DID you get that?>

"Is it because you lack creativity?" Pinkie offered as an answer to my quandary.

Pinkie pulled out the two magic–containing cells from the box – which were provided for Earth and Pegusi ponies who wanted to buy and get the most out of that particular model of artificial stallionhood, a more subtle power source so they wouldn't need a unicorn to charge the dildo itself for them. After inserting the cells, Pinkie started rubbing the pseudo–member against her needing slit, feeling it came to life and match her body temperature as she lubed it up. "Well Mr Voicey, I can –mmm– see why Lyra liked this toy so much back then!" Pinkie said with a moan, lubing it up well before pressing it against her eager lips.

Pinkie pushed the toy inside herself with a gasp, feeling the head slip in and quickly being followed by the rest as she was penetrated by that warm and softly–throbbing rod, the sensations setting her mind on overload. Pinkie simply lay there with her eyes squeezed shut while she adjusted to the toy's girth, her foal–tunnel clenching around it as pleasure surged through her. When she had adjusted enough, she started a slow in–and out routine but quickly threw that to the wind and started pounding into herself with it, hilting herself and moaning all the while.

~

As Pinkie felt the throbbing increase in intensity from the dildo as well as her own clenching around it increase a couple minutes of her rough treatment later, she had an idea. She rolled onto her belly and stuck her rump high in the air, then reached her hoof up and pulled the dildo out of her vagina, moving her hoof slightly higher before lining the well–lubed dong up with her plothole.

Pinkie moaned deeply as the slight pain of stretching her plothole mixed with her pleasure, then reaching down and overstimulating herself as her hoof quickly found her clit again, planting her muzzle into the pillow as she simultaneously pounded her ass hard with the stallionhood with the other. A few moments of the intense anal stimulation later, Pinkie started screaming into her pillow as she came hard – her rectum squeezing around the dildo as her stifles trembled and her body showed its pleasure, her slit spraying her fluids all over her bed and making them start to drool down her legs.

Pinkie's pleasure peaked out and plateaued at that intensity as she thrust into the air, rubbing hard into her slit with her hoof while she felt the dildo's head flare in her. When the tingeing magic started pumping up her butt, it ramped her pleasure over the plateau and made her scream out her ecstasy again as her pleasure surged higher still. She jammed the dildo roughly to the balls into herself, feeling as the magic spread deeper into her bowels, pleasure making her see nothing but white.

"Oh...Mr.Voicey...this feels...so...gooooood!" Pinkie somehow managed to moan out, the intense over–stimulation making her speech slurred. The dildo kept pumping its magical load inside her, making Pinkie's belly slightly expand to accommodate it, the sensation of stretching made Pinkie shoot another spray of mare–cum onto the bed, another intense orgasm exploding inside her and making her scream out her release again.

"F–feels so b–bucking gooooooooooood!" Pinkie managed to moan out instead, apparently proving me wrong.

When Pinkie finally came off her second orgasm about thirty seconds later, she quickly collapsed and passed out from overstimulating herself , leaving the still–pumping dildo up her butt as she brought her very naughty dreams to Luna's domain.

~

In present times, Cheese noticed the mare reaching her hoof to her own rear as she tried to please herself and knew this wouldn't do! Cheese nudged her hoof aside with his muzzle and licked the fluids off her hoof, eliciting a gasp from Pinkie. "Hehe! That ticklf, spfop!" Pinkie said with a giggle, her mouth still full of cock. Cheese then saw an opportunity, so as he kept licking the pink mare's hoof and making her keep giggling, he lifted one of his own hooves under her tail and started rubbing. When Pinkie both groaned and giggled her approval, Cheese saw her vulva starting to wink at him and clearly display her pleasure.

When he felt like moving on, Cheese pulled his hoof from Pinkie's marehood and lowered his muzzle to it instead, but paused for her permission. "... Pinkie?" Cheese asked simply, figuring she'd know what he meant. When he saw Pinkie rapidly nod her approval when he looked up at her, he teasingly licked once at her sopping mound, earning a moan vibrating his stallionhood. He rather enjoyed the flavor of Pinkie’s juices – a very sweet flavor punctuating it, mixing with the flavor of mare he‘d tasted only once before. Cheese then moved to a proper position without dislodging Pinkie’s mouth from his penis and got to work licking Pinkie's outer lips, causing a moan and shiver from Pinkie, who dutifully continued to work her mouth on Cheese’s member in her hunt for his cream.

Cheese then suddenly pushed both his muzzle and tongue into Pinkie's 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 muzzle spreading her lips further and the tongue now burrowing deeper into her passage. When she’d recovered enough, Pinkie went back to work on her efforts, occasionally being rewarded with a squirt of pre–cum while Cheese kept licking for more of that sweet liquid he’d quickly become quite fond of.

~

After a short time of Pinkie's warm mouth and tongue working him over, Cheese felt an all–too–familiar pressure welling up in his pelvis, the stimulation from her very warm and wet mouth on his rod and the scent of a mare in heat setting him to the edge rather quickly. He tried to pull out of Pinkie’s mouth to not be rude and cum inside but it was like a vacuum, sucking him in and not letting him get away. As he felt himself fully flaring and thought that Pinkie likely knew what that meant, Cheese decided to just let her have her reward and finally just let it go.

Pinkie let out a muffled squeal as she felt her heated slit send out pulse after pulse of pleasure, her passage clenching around the tongue buried in her as she suddenly started her own orgasm, sending a gush of her juices spraying onto Cheese’s face. Cheese moaned as his own orgasm took him over, the vibrations of his moan sending Pinkie wild as he let loose a torrent of his seed, much to Pinkie’s delight. The eager mare moaned happily, smiling as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sticky white fluid while her passage spasmed around the tongue inside her, shudders going throughout her body as she still came hard some seconds later.

~

When both had come off their respective orgasms, Pinkie licked clean Cheese’s member, not wanting to miss a single drop of his 'creamy frosting'. Cheese meanwhile cleaned the mare–juice from her slit and his face, savoring the flavor as though it were the finest beverage in the land. “Boy that was fun!” Pinkie said unsteadily, her head still swimming in her afterglow. Pinkie then looked at a wall. “Hey Mr. Voicey, I think we should do that again! Don't you?!”

"Yay!"

Since Pinkie seemed more than a little comfortable around him now, Cheese decided it was time to tell his true reason for coming. “Well Pinkie, y’see… The pie party wasn’t the only reason I came here this early in the morning.”

Pinkie was confused, but waited for him to continue.

“You see,” Cheese said, “My Cheesy Sense can not only detect when a party’s about to happen, but it can also detect where those I…care about… are, as well as what their condition is.” Cheese developed a severe blush, not sure if he could say what he planned to next.

~

Ever since he’d worked with her on Rainbow’s Birth–iversary Bash, Cheese had felt a connection with Pinkie that went beyond merely being fellow party–planners, instead feeling like he wanted to stay with her and be her special somepony – feeling a rather strong fondness for this bubbly, cheery mare who taught him how much fun partying was. He tried a couple times during the party to approach her, but his shyness from childhood had kicked in again, never letting him tell her how he truly felt about her. After the party he’d quickly packed his things and left Ponyville behind, moving on to find another party to plan, never having been able to bring himself to tell Pinkie he just might love her.

Cheese Sandwich had never forgotten Pinkie though, but had never found the nerve to come back to Ponyville – until now.

~

Cheese finally found the nerve to speak again and just decided to be blunt with Pinkie. “You see Pinkie, my Cheesy Sense told me you were in heat and orgasmed twice earlier and I was kind of scared you had found another stallion then me and–” Cheese stopped as his throat closed up, tears coming to his eyes as he felt a huge emotional sting from the memory.

Pinkie was stunned by his sudden revelation of his feelings for her (and his other ability!). As she walked up to Cheese and put a hoof on his shoulder, she shushed him softly and moved his head to be cradled in her hooves, an usually hidden maternal instinct taking her over as she comforted the upset stallion. The last time she'd felt this instinct was when she'd heard that the Cake twins were born and she heard they needed to be cared for, at that time wanting nothing more then to have a foal of her own as she realized how much taking care of another meant to her. But who to have a foal with? Stallions weren't very common in Ponyville after all, not to mention there were none Pinkie was interested in. She was only really interested in one stallion – and he was right next to her.

When Cheese was finally able to calm down enough, Pinkie spoke to him – “You silly colt, I’m not with anypony else. You've always been the somepony I’ve wanted to be with, but you never really gave me the chance to show it! I mean, you left Ponyville so suddenly after Rainbow’s Birth–iversary Bash I didn’t have a chance to talk to you much, and we didn't really talk before except for planning the party! Then during the party itself you were so distant from me, going away every time I would approach you...you never gave me a chance to say how much I ...'like you, like you'.”

Cheese felt a smile cross his face as he saw his feelings for Pinkie were mutual. “You…you really mean it? You ‘like me, like me’?

Pinkie shook her head, “No Cheesy, actually I don’t just like–you like–you – I LOVE you!” Pinkie pressed her lips against his, Cheese Sandwich’s eyes going wide as Pinkie suddenly kissed him out of nowhere. When he recovered from Pinkie’s suddenness, Cheese pressed back into her kiss, bursts of pleasure traveling along his spine as their lips met and held together.

Pinkie's smile increased ten–fold after breaking the kiss a moment later, pausing a moment and her eyes moving as though she reading something. “You’re saying there’s something even more fun than what we did before?! SIGN ME UP, MR. VOICEY!” she exclaimed, pumping her hooves in front of her the air.

Cheese was unable to comprehend who this "Mr. Voicey" fellow was. Shaking his head in confusion, Cheese quickly got up as Pinkie ran up the stairs, following the wet droplet Pinkie had left on the floor as Cheese seeked out his new mate.

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A puffy pink–haired head poked out of the farthest room, looking back to the stairs with her hooded eyes. “What are you doing Mister Slow–Flank – even Mr. Voicey beat you up here! I was promised fun, so let’s get to it!”

Cheese didn't need to be told twice, quickly closing the distance between the stairs and the doorway Pinkie had looked out of. Cheese then pushed open the door when he’d reached it, and inside she saw the basics of a typical room: a desk, dresser, wardrobe, and of course the bed with a table d'nuit on either side of it – the bed itself adorned with a green–plaid quilt and two fluffy, white pillows at the top.

One of those pillows was sent flying from the bed towards Cheese the second he walked in, startling him and making him jump and softly whinny in surprise while raising his hooves to defend himself. The pillow harmlessly bounced off his flank, then landing on the floor with a dull thump, making Pinkie laugh hysterically while rolling around in the bed.

“Well, that was fun!” Pinkie said, still staring at a nearby wall while now jumping on her bed. The yellow stallion stood in the doorway, head still turned away and hooves up before he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the object that was thrown at him. He quickly lowered his hooves after realizing the harmlessness of the object, shaking his head and chuckling at himself – he’d just been scared by a pillow for pony’s sake!

Cheese resumed his more serious tone as he cleared his throat – "Ok, Pinkie. You said somepony promised you fun? I know something fun!"

The pink mare on the bed before Cheese nodded her head repeatedly, her over–enthusiasm of the unknown characteristic of her.

“Is it a game?!” Pinkie asked, completely oblivious of Cheese’s intentions.

“It’s a game in a way, yes.” responded Cheese, approaching the bed.

“Well, what’s it called and how do we play it? Ooh, is it like hopscotch? How about checkers? Chess? OH, I KNOW! I bet it's like–” Pinkie eagerly rambled, only to be interrupted by a hoof stroking through her mane affectionately.

“It’s called “making love” Pinkie, and I’m sure you’ve heard about it?” Cheese asked, a rather suggestive grin crossing his face.

Pinkie giggled, clearly familiar with the 'game' – “Well that’s a funny name for a game–” she teased Cheese “–it should definitely have a better one! Maybe we should give it one after I learn how to play, you think?” Pinkie asked seductively as she did a flip in the air before landing on her back on the bed, squirming now as her heat starting to get to her again.

“How do we play?” Pinkie asked playfully, although already knowing full well about sex. Cheese thought carefully how to respond, deciding which position he would rather use as well as how to tell her if she truly didn‘t know how to have sex. That’s alright, he though, she likes surprises, right?

After a moment’s deliberation, Cheese responded – “Lay on your back on the end of the bed and spread your legs. I’ll do the rest.”

“Okie–dokie–lokie! I'll just do as Mr. Voicey tells me!” responded Pinkie, grabbing a pillow and placing it under her head before doing as she was told – remaining on her back and spreading her legs wide, exposing her puffy treasure and diffusing the room with her scent of need.

A thought suddenly crossed Cheese’s mind – “Uh Pinkie, I should probably tell you that I may end up getting you pregnant…unless you don't want me to?" Cheese said, not wanting to give Pinkie such a massive and generally unwanted surprise.

Pinkie giggled as she responded to him – “Well I know that Cheese, and I’m okie–dokie–loki with having a foal with you! Besides, Mr.Voicey kinda wants it to happen for his story, so let's do it!"

After getting her approval, albeit in a very odd way, Cheese wasted no time as he approached the bed. He looked at Pinkie’s eagerly waiting treasure in front of him, her wetness reflecting in the dim light of the barely–lit room in anticipation and welcome for him. Cheese licked his lips in his own anticipation, looking at the swollen mound as though it were the finest truffle from Prance.

Cheese lowered his head and started slowly licking around Pinkie's outer lips, teasing her and making the pink mare shudder in response. Pinkie then pushed her mound against Cheese’s muzzle, less–then–subtly displaying her eagerness to get on with it. Cheese took the hint and penetrated Pinkie's passage with his tongue, tasting the extra–sweet flavor of her juices as he plunged deep into Pinkie's foal–passage once more.

Pinkie squealed and shuddered extensively at the penetration, her sensitivity through the roof thanks to her deep feelings for Cheese combined with her own natural horniness. Cheese continued to probe his tongue deep, loving her very sweet flavor and wanting more of her juice after having gotten but a taste earlier. He continued eating Pinkie out for a number of minutes, changing the pace and occasionally flicking his tongue over Pinkie’s clit, being rewarded with a sweet moan and a shudder from her every time.

Cheese suddenly felt Pinkie's clit winking against his muzzle and her vagina clamping down hard on his tongue, her clenching soon followed by a gush of the sweet juices he had desired. Cheese eagerly drank his fill of her sweet nectar as Pinkie cried out in her orgasm, her back hooves twitching like crazy, her head thrashing back and forth across the pillow it was pressed down hard into it. She shoved her slit against Cheese's muzzle, wanting him deeper inside her as she came, pleasure exploding throughout her body as she started to enthusiastically grind against him.

Cheese left his tongue as deep inside Pinkie as he could, letting the pink mare milk it until she finally came off her orgasm some seconds later. Cheese then proceeded to lick up the remainder of Pinkie's nectar, occasionally getting a shudder from her as small bursts of pleasure shot through her from the additional licking.

~

After Cheese had finished cleaning her, Pinkie slurred out “That was....great!" – drunk on pleasure and once again staring at a wall – "Keep it going, Mr. Voicey!”

"This is only the beginning, Pinkie.” Cheese responded, too caught up in the moment to be distracted by Pinkie’s seeming wall–talking fetish. Cheese’s member slapped against his underside as he sniffed at her soaked passage, eager to get on with what he had planned for his soon–to–be mare. He climbed over Pinkie on the bed and pulled his hips back, his member lining up perfectly to her burning snatch as he leaned over her.

When he was in position, Cheese looked to Pinkie. “Are your ready?” he asked, looking at her for a response. Pinkie nodded slowly though was not quite sure what she was agreeing to, her eyes closed and her energy sapped from the lickings she’d gotten and her concentration still on the afterglow of her most recent orgasm.

With Pinkie’s confirmation, Cheese started pushing forward, Pinkie’s rear moving forward with his hips as he slowly penetrated her. Pinkie gasped at being spread, never having a real stallion enter her before. Cheese pulled back and suddenly slammed hard into Pinkie, hilting himself inside her and making her cry out at the sudden fullness.

“Wha–Ooooooooh!” Pinkie moaned out, feeling an intense pleasure between her legs, the shock of it bringing her out of her afterglow and back to her senses. Cheese allowed her a moment to adjust to his eleven–inch length, but the pleasure from the initial thrust quickly intensified to a burning need in Pinkie. “Um, Cheesy? I think my fun–hole wants some more now.” Pinkie said, moving her rear experimentally and making Cheese’s hilted cock shift inside her with the movements.

"Alright Pinkie, let me do all the work. Just lay back and enjoy.” Cheese said before locking his muzzle against Pinkie's, then pulling himself mostly out of her again before he thrust in hard again. His position gave a lot of leverage, making him able to penetrate her very deeply and causing Pinkie start to tremble with the depth he was going. Cheese pulled his member out and thrust in again, with it actually touching Pinkie’s cervix this time with that very deep thrust.

Pinkie pressed her head back into the pillow and moaned loudly, her back hooves shivering uncontrollably with the pleasure she was receiving, She also had a front hoof in her mouth, biting on it to cope with the intense feelings of pleasure radiating from her body as Cheese picked up the pace and started to thrust faster – apparently plunging as deep as he could reach, 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 as well as the roughness of the thrusts into her.

Cheese looked down at his mare, feeling the intensity of his own pulses and pleasure increase, feeling himself starting to flare. “Ready for your 'Cheese Pie'!?” Cheese asked suddenly, somehow chuckling at his own joke through gritted teeth.

Pinkie was too lost in her pleasure to know how to respond – what did food have to do with this game anyhow?! She removed the hoof from her mouth and instead left her tongue hanging out as she panted hard, completely overtaken by pleasure now. Cheese took her pants and gasps as a 'yes', responding by thrusting into Pinkie's needing snatch three times as hard as he could muster, causing Pinkie to yelp loudly at each as they caused Cheese's medial ring to rub her clit hard. On the last thrust, Cheese hilted as deep as he could and felt his head flare – soon after letting loose a huge torrent of his cream that exploded into Pinkie’s needing pie.

Pinkie’s shudders heavily increased as her hooves shot down to Cheese’s stifles, trying to help her inner muscles in pulling him even deeper into herself, holding him as deep as possible within her at this penultimate of moments. She let out a high–pitched squeal as her orgasm overtook her, seeing stars and shuddering hard as her passage clenched down hard on Cheese’s pumping length – her body eagerly trying to milk every drop of that filling, satisfying warmth it could from him as she held his crotch against hers. Regardless of the tight seal his flare made inside her, some of what Cheese put into her leaked past his flared head and was pushed back out of Pinkie, streaming down her tail onto the floor as he kept loosing shot after shot of his pent–up seed into her.

They came together for a short while more, with Pinkie clenching on Cheese's spewing member and Cheese shooting as deep into her as possible, both now silent except for a moan or gasp until Pinkie came off her orgasm. Staring at her new favorite wall, the pink mare started to grind against Cheese's still–squirting member and asked “Hey Narrator, we ready for another 'game'?”

"Okie Dokie Loki!"

Cheese was surprised at Pinkie’s endurance (and the fact she was still talking to walls named Mr.Voicey or Narrator) – this was Pinkie’s third orgasm in under thirty minutes, Cheese not knowing of the fourth she'd had shortly before his arrival. Cheese pulled out and caused a stream of seed to flow from Pinkie’s pussy and land in her already–soaked tail, then got up and asked Pinkie to get off the bed and to stand up with her back legs spread.

Pinkie was eager to get back to the "game" and quickly obeyed, getting up and into the position she was told to, her well–spread pussy leaking Cheese's seed all over the floor now. Cheese Sandwich walked up to her and smelled her flowing slit, soon getting hard again from the scent of her heat as Pinkie instinctively raised her tail and winked her pussy at the stallion behind her, causing a drop of semen to drip off her clit and onto the floor.

Cheese quickly mounted Pinkie again and thrust right in, her passage very slippery from his first deposit of seed and her own juices, easily pounding into her hard with such good lubrication. Pinkie’s head lowered to the floor with teeth gritted as she was overtaken again by the intense sensations, Cheese breeding her as hard as he could.

Pinkie's passage was still very over–sensitive from its last pounding and was now sending intense pleasure throughout her body, making her shudder uncontrollably as she worked quickly towards her next orgasm. Cheese moved quickly, eager to once again fill his mare who asked for seconds, humping into her at full throttle for a number of minutes despite his over–sensitive rod. All the while Pinkie’s head remained down, too absorbed in the intense pleasure to do much else.

~

A number of minutes of crippling pleasure later, Pinkie’s head shot up and cocked backwards, her tongue lulling out. “Wowie–zowie, my brain just went powie!” she squealed out as another intense orgasm wracked her body, making her passage start to contract again on Cheese’s buried cock.

The sudden increase of tightness on his penis set off Cheese’s own orgasm, and with a hilting thrust he pushed deep into her as he flared then gushed a second load into her already–full passage, making Pinkie squeal at the sensation of stretching and of that warmth being sprayed into her again – that gooey wonderfulness ramping up the intensity of her already mind–blowing orgasm as his virile semen gushed into her full passage again.

Pinkie finally seemed to run out of steam as her belly started to expand slightly, her constant orgasms finally draining the mare of her usual hyperactive energy and instead making her unusually docile as she accepted her stallion's seed. Her front hooves collapsed, leaving only her rear being held up by Cheese’s hooves as he held her in place, his member still buried deep and pumping.

Cheese’s gushes reduced to spurts a short while later, then finally stopping as he reached the end of his reserves. Cheese dismounted and pulled out of Pinkie, a large stream of his 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. Cheese lifted her onto her bed and stayed at the bedside as he watched her for a while, watching the mare he had such feelings for sleeping peacefully in her bed – and making somewhat of a mess when his seed leaking from her started to pool at her haunches.

Totally exhausted, Cheese lay down next to Pinkie, not thinking she’d mind if he stayed with her for teh night...or forever. He wrapped his hoof around her before falling asleep, thinking just prior how much he looked forward to his new relationship with Pinkie.

~

After Cheese had joined her in bed and fallen asleep beside her, Pinkie awoke and opened her eyes – looking up at the wall and cocking her head.

"So Mr Voicey, does this mean I'm gonna have a foal?" Pinkie whispered, rubbing her still–full belly and causing more seed to squirt out of her. She scooped the semen up, then tasted it and snorted. "Of course I'm gonna have a cute-widdle-fluffy-baby-Pie to love and have fun with and take care of! That's the whole purpose of this chapter! Oh and by the way, you misspelled a 'the' in the previous section. You may wanna fix that."

With that final breaking of space–time continuum, Pinkie fell back asleep – exhausted and very satisfied.

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As Pinkie slept, Cheese's sperm made their way to her waiting egg. One made its way to and fertilized her egg shortly before she awoke again, discovering the still–sleeping Cheese Sandwich beside her in bed and giving him a kiss. She had her own 'Cheese Pie' baking in her 'oven' now, and its timer wouldn't go off for the next eleven months – but her own foal to play with and love would be worth the wait.

~

As Pinkie awoke the next morning, she stared at the wall and suddenly screamed – "HA! I KNEW IT! I'M GONNA HAVE A FOAL! YAAAAAAAAAAY!"

This simultaneously freaked Cheese Sandwich out and then made him smile as he realized last night with Pinkie had not been merely a dream. They were gonna have a foal together, and Pinkie loved him – what more could this super–duper–party–pony ask for?

Author's Note

Hi, this is Pinkie Pie! I know that silly ol' author wanted to write this outro, but I just thought it would be too superly-duperly fun to talk to all of you! So I was wondering - what should I name my foal?

Fuzzy Lumpkins?

Nah, that's taken by another show.

How bout Super-Mega-Filly?!

Nah...sounds more like a Power Pony! *snort*

Well, I know what the writer has in mind cuz I saw it in a draft of a future chapter and I'm pretty happy with it, so let's just go with that! Anyhoo, I've been here too long. The Crack is starting to close, so I gotta go!

Pinkie Pie

ALTERNATE CHAPTER 6: Pinkie's Pie Party with Denclop

Author's Note

THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE STORY. THIS IS A BONUS CHAPTER!

After getting my computer back from that maniacal pink mare, I was finally able to write this chapter my originally planned way. However, I had to make a Pinkie-Promise to keep the original chapter 5 as canon before she gave me my computer back. So yeah, that's still canon.

~

As per request, here is chapter 5 with Denclop instead of Cheese Sandwich. I included the original scenes that I'm assuming y'all missed from the original chapter as well, just spruced up a bit.

As for canon status, if you missed the very giant statement at the very top of this, THIS IS NOT CANON - this is simply provided because it was requested. Pinkie and Cheese will still be in a relationship, Pinkie will still have Cheese's foal, and nothing in the main story has changed because of this. (Yes, this is me trying to be funny, and yes this chapter is canon.)

ALTERNATE CHAPTER 6: Pinkie's Pie Party with Denclop

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Pinkie Pie

Contains: female masturbation (dildo/hooves, vaginal then anal), minor foodplay, followed later by a minor hoof-fetish, consensual fellatio, cunnilingus, breeding, cervical penetration, excessive cum, and impregnation.

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Shortly after the letter regarding Lyra’s breeding was sent to Princess Celestia, a panting Big Mac traveled deeper into the moonlit town of Ponyville, unwillingly seeking out more mares for Denclop to Gift. Denclop finally stopped, noticing her vessel was growing much weaker from a lack of fluid intake and over-exertion from all the breeding and fluid production. Denclop decided it was very much better to not have her vessel collapse, and stopped to drink from a nearby well and rest, letting Big Mac’s aching muscles relax for a while and allowing him to catch his breath.

Soon afterwards, Denclop caught the scent of another mare in heat when the wind shifted, and such was not unexpected, as the scent very common given the time of year. Most stallions in Ponyville were in a relationship, but the very few single ones always knew to avoid going out of their houses much during Spring to avoid roaming mares-in-heat, lest they risk losing themselves to their instincts and end up unintentionally getting a mare pregnant. While this is how a good number of the couples in Ponyville met, it still could lead to problems if the mare or stallion weren't interested in being together, so those stallions wanting to remain single stayed locked safely away until most mares were out of their cycle.

At detecting another chance to fulfill her Duty, Denclop forced Big Mac to get his still-tired body up and made him travel to a nearby building, the scent getting stronger the closer he got to the Calling mare in need.

As he arrived closer to the source of the scent, he found tha it was coming from a building that looked like it was made entirely of sweets, with the distinct scent of apple pie floating from the general area, with more subtle hints of other baked goods mixing in and making the entire street smell of fresh-baked goodies. Denclop approached the building then turned the corner, following the scent of the mare in heat until his journey ended at a hot-pink mare with a poofy candy-cotton tail bent over and placing something on a table. Denclop's interest was further enhanced when she saw the mare's tail was seemingly flagged, putting her puffy deep-pink slit on display.

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When Denclop approached the pink mare, she suddenly turned around. Denclop stopped in her tracks, panicking as she was exposed, the mare now looking on her true self. Denclop had earlier disabled her cloaking, figuring it was draining her magical energy reserves for no apparent reason since the streets were seemingly abandoned. Then Pinkie opened her mouth, Denclop fearing she would call out for help and have her captured. Instead, she started talking...

...and talking...and talking...

“Hi Big Mac ! Nice mask! Did Mr. Voicey send you here for my ‘Pinkie Pie’s Pie Porking Party? It’s only you and me and Mr. Voicey, but hey, it’s still a party! Oh, and Gummy of course! Anyhoo, 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 when they're cool 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 cuz I didn’t send out any invitations, so how would you know?! Well there's Mr. Voicey the narrator, but he's always following me and writing down my antics. Oh yeah! I sent an invitation to Gummy! Gummy always gets an invitation to any shindig, party, hootenanny, hoe-down, or any other kinda event 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 tried to 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 paralyzation spell. Pinkie appeared in front of Denclop now, hopping and still jabbering on in her excitement to see another pony who could join her in her impromptu party. When she noticed Big Mac on his side now and scrunched up in the fetal position, she asked; “Aw, what’s the matter, you tired? You should take a nap, but...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 just how much she wanted to give the mare a 'full pie'. "WEE, LET'S GO!" Pinkie suddenly shouted, grabbing Big Mac and somehow dragging the stallion twice her size behind her and into the building.

~

Pinkie dropped Big Mac off at one of the tables, then ran outside to get the now-cooled pies. After the pink menace had left, Denclop removed Big Mac’s hooves from his ears and opened her eyes, greeted to the floor underneath being covered in crumbs and various other pastry flaking and sticking to his hooves, then looked up to see a glass-covered case in front of him displaying the various pastries and other sweets that must have produced said mess. Denclop looked around the rest of the room and saw a number of other tables and stools around as well, and to the far left of the room was a stairway that seemed to lead upstairs to the bedrooms.

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie raced back inside and dropped two stacks of five pies on the table, then galloped to the refrigerator and grabbed 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, she held the can out to Denclop and mumbled something, shaking the can to emphasize what she was trying to say – seeming to be offering the can for Big Mac 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. When she noticed the can was empty, Pinkie tossed the can into the trash before grabbing another out of the 'fridge – gulping down the entire mouthful already in her maw before refilling it from the new can. She then moved on with full cheeks to hose down the pies with what remained in the can, which would be very little when she was done!

Denclop was getting impatient – this mare needed to be bred, but she was seemingly oblivious to it. Big Mac’s member however, wasn't oblivious of her need at all – and as Big Mac inhaled again Pinkie’s heated scent so prevalent throughout the parlor, his glans peaked out of his sheath, the rest of his stallionhood soon following as it started to grow and harden. While Pinkie continued to hose down the two pies with whipped cream, Big Mac’s member grew to its full length.

After properly creaming it, Pinkie proceeded to dig into her apple pie face first and ate it within seconds, all that survived her gnashing jaws a clean 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.

~

A moment later Pinkie turned around, holding another pie in her hoof to offer to Big Mac. When she noticed his fully erect member however, she set the pie back down on the table and walked over to him, head cocked in interest. Pinkie sat down and simply looked at his member for a good minute, seemingly intrigued when it would occasionally pulse from her attention. Denclop watched her nervously all the while – not knowing how the mare was going to react.

“I didn't know you could grow popsicles down there!” Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, causing Denclop to flinch at her quite sudden and loud outburst. Pinkie Pie suddenly bent down and gave Denclop’s "popsicle” a test lick, a satisfied 'Mmm!' coming from her. She licked again, “Mmm, it tastes like apples!” She grinned big as she got a taste of Big Mac’s precum, and continued to lick his member, eagerly awaiting more. Denclop just stood there, somewhat stunned by the mare’s sudden sexual interest in her vessel…but nowhere near unhappy!

Denclop had an idea, reaching over to grabbed the can of whipped cream off the nearby table. She sprayed some on Mac’s “popsicle”, much to Pinkie’s delight. “Oooh! Whipped cream on apples is my faaaaaaavorite flavor! I mean cherries are great and all, but app–” she yelled out before taking the entire member into her mouth and throat, still mumbling something incomprehensible while trying to suddenly deepthroat his rod. Denclop expected her to choke on it like the others had, so she relaxed Pinkie’s throat muscles to allow 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 and still mumbling away 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, with this not being the first time she had masturbated today – the last time only being minutes before while she had been waiting for the pies to get done.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Aw shoot!" Pinkie exclaimed; "These pies still have thirty minutes before they're done! What could I possibly do?!" Feeling her heat burning deep inside her, she quickly decided she could "stuff her own pie" while waiting for the apple pies to get done, knowing how good it felt to rub herself during this time of year. Pinkie headed upstairs, moving quickly now as her needing marehood started to drip in anticipation to what she was planning, leaving a trail of her fluids all the way to her bedroom door.

As she entered her room, Pinkie closed the shutters and curtains she'd earlier forgotten to and then went to lay on the bed. She rubbed her muzzle against the pillow, detecting a trace scent of the cake she'd earlier eaten and apparently left some of on her pillow. "Mmm, frosting!" Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, almost licking the pillow before stopping and–

"Oh cmon Mr. Voicey, you weren't REALLY going to make me make out with a pillow, were you?"

"Wait, didn't we already have this discussion?!

"I mean, in that other chapter, you had me paired with that dreamy stallion Cheese Sandwich. In this one, you've got me paired up with Applejack's brother?!"

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, MR. VOICEY?!"

"As long as you Pinkie Promise to keep my version canon, OK?"

"Hey, we could just keep at this all day, mister. Ooh, that reminds me! I remember this one time that Bon-Bon and Lyra were—"

"...and the dildo—oh. Pinkie Promise it..."

"SAY IT!"

<*sigh*Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye...>

"Thank you, you may proceed. Also, really, don't make me make out with a pillow. That's too weird you're still thinking about doing that!"

Pinkie then turned over on her back, STILL DIDN'T MAKE OUT WITH HER PILLOW, and spread her back legs. She slowly moved her hoof down her barrel, shuddering at the touch. "Ooooh, Mr Voicey, I like this..." Pinkie said, apparently breaking the fourth wall once again. When she was done breaking the space–time continuum, Pinkie finally reached her teat and gasped as her hoof-tip found the sensitive nipple. She rubbed it for a short while, enjoying the soft pleasure she got from it, but only found it making her need build constantly and her even more horny. When she felt she was at her limit, Pinkie finally moved down from her teat and let her hoof now touch the sopping treasure between her legs, hitting that special little party button at the top.

"Ooh Mr. Voicey, you know I love it there...!" Pinkie exclaimed, apparently liking what I wrote. She panted as she kept rubbing that most sensitive of spots, intense pleasure surging through her as she didn't let up on that little nub, making her passage start to clench as she worked herself hard. When she finally couldn't resist the urge to be filled anymore, she plunged her whole hoof into her passage, crying out in pleasure. "Oh Mr. Voicey...!"

Pinkie kept rubbing herself deep, her passage contracting greedily around her hoof, her muscles trying to pull it even deeper inside her. Pinkie obliged, shoving her entire hoof and part of her canon inside—

"Oooo, speaking of "cannon" that reminds me! I need to go get my Party Cannon!" Pinkie suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh don't worry about it! Your readers are gonna like this as much as I am!"

Pinkie got up from the bed and reached under it, pulling out a familiar pink box from a couple chapters ago...

Pinkie laughed; "Now THAT'S one of my super–secrety secrets! I can't tell you that!"

Pinkie got back up on the bed and opened the box, revealing the same dildo I had Lyra use in previous chapters to quell her own heat...that Pinkie had gotten somehow.

"Is it because you lack creativity?" Pinkie offered as an answer to my quandary.

Pinkie pulled out the two magic-containing cells from the box which were provided for Earth and Pegusi ponies who wanted to buy and get the most out of that particular model of artificial stallionhood, and so they wouldn't need a unicorn to charge the dildo itself for them. After inserting the cells, Pinkie started rubbing the pseudo-member against her needing slit, feeling it came to life and match her body temperature as she lubed it up. "Well Mr Voicey, I can see why Lyra liked this toy so much back then!" Pinkie said with a moan, lubing it up well before pressing it against her eager lips.

Pinkie pressed in with a gasp, feeling the head slip in and quickly being followed by the rest as she was penetrated by that warm and softly-throbbing rod, setting her mind on overload. Pinkie simply lay there with her eyes squeezed shut while she adjusted to the toy's girth, her foal-tunnel clenching around it.

~

As Pinkie felt the throbbing increase in intensity from the dildo after minutes of thrusting it into herself at a rapid pace, as well as her own clenching around it increase as well, she had an idea. She pulled the dildo out of her passage and instead quickly slid the well-lubed dong up her plothole, moaning deeply as the slight pain of stretching her plothole mixed with her pleasure, then started overstimulating herself as her hoof quickly found her love button again.

A few moments of the intense stimulation later, Pinkie started screaming as she came hard, her rectum squeezing around the dildo while her slit sprayed her fluid all over the bed. Her pleasure peaked out and plateaued at that intensity as she humped her hips into the air, rubbing her slit with her hoof while she felt the dildo's head flare in her. When the tingling magic started pumping up her butt, it ramped her pleasure over the plateau and made her moan out again and she jammed the dildo roughly to the balls into herself, feeling as the magic spread deeper into herself.

"Oh...Mr.Voicey...this feels...so...gooooood!" Pinkie somehow managed to moan out, the intense over-stimulation making her speech slurred. The dildo kept pumping, making Pinkie's belly slightly expand to accommodate it, that sensation of stretching making her loose another shot of mare-cum onto the bed and have another intense orgasm. When she finally came off her second orgasm about thirty seconds later she quickly passed out, leaving the still-pumping dildo up her butt as she brought her very naughty dreams to Luna's domain.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In present times, Denclop noticed the mare reaching her hoof to her own rear as she tried to please herself, and knew this wouldn't do. She was the goddess of LOVE and fertility after all! Denclop nudged the mare’s hoof aside with his muzzle and licked the fluids off her hoof, eliciting a gasp from Pinkie. "Hehe! That tickles, stop!" Pinkie said with a giggle, with Denclop then seeing an opportunity. As she kept Big Mac slowly, deeply licking on the mare's soft inner hoof, she lifted one of his own hooves to her rear and started rubbing between her legs. When Pinkie groaned her approval, Denclop felt her starting to clench around Big Mac's hoof, clearly very much liking her hooves and marehood teased.

When she felt like moving on, Denclop pulled Big Mac hoof from Pinkie's marehood and lowered his muzzle to it instead. When Pinkie rapidly nodded her approval when he looked up at her, Denclop licked her sopping mound. She rather enjoyed the flavor of Pinkie’s juices, a very sweet flavor punctuating it and mixing with the flavor of heated mare she so loved. Denclop then moved to a proper position without dislodging Pinkie’s mouth from his vessel's penis and got to work licking Pinkie's outer lips, causing a moan and shiver from Pinkie, who dutifully continued to work her mouth on Denclop’s member in her hunt for his 'apple cream'.

Denclop then suddenly pushed Big Mac's muzzle and tongue into Pinkie's swollen pussy, eliciting a loud gasp from Pinkie and causing her to pause her efforts on his member, too in shock over the feelings she was getting from the muzzle spreading her lips further and the tongue now burrowing deeper into her passage. When she’d recovered enough, Pinkie went back to work on her hunt for his pre-cum, 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 an all–too–familiar pressure welling up in his Big Mac’s pelvis, stimulation from the mouth on his rod and the scent of a mare in heat setting him to the edge rather quickly. He tried to pull out of the mare’s mouth to not not waste her vessel's seed, but it was like a vacuum, sucking him in and not letting him get away. Denclop decided to just let the mare have her fun, knowing she could always make her vessel produce more seed, then finally just let it go.

Pinkie let out a muffled squeal as she felt her heated slit send out pulse after pulse of pleasure, her needing passage clenching around the tongue buried in her as she started her orgasm, sending out a gush of her juice spraying onto Big Mac’s face and Denclop‘s mask. Big Mac moaned as his own orgasm took place, the vibrations sending Pinkie wild as he let loose a torrent of "apple cream”, much to Pinkie’s delight. Pinkie moaned happily, smiling as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sticky white fluid while her passage spasmed around the tongue inside her, shudders going throughout her body as she came hard.

When both had come off their respective orgasms a number of seconds later, Pinkie licked clean Big Mac’s member, not wanting to miss a single drop of his tasty cream filling. Big Mac meanwhile cleaned Pinkie’s mare-juice from her slit and his own face, savoring the flavor as though it were the finest beverage in the land.

“Boy that was fun!” Pinkie said unsteadily, her head still swimming in her afterglow. Pinkie then looked at a wall and said, “Hey Mr. Voicey, I think we should do that again! Don't you?!”

Since the mare seemed more than a little comfortable around Big Mac now, Denclop decided it was time to introduce herself properly. She removed her invisibility spell and let herself appear to the mare, revealing her true self.

“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; “Oooooh, 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!”

“Nuh, uh! That’s Big Mac, not 'Denclop’!”

"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.”

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 shall 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, WRITER–DUDE!” Pinkie exclaimed and ran up the stairs, a pink blur barely visible going up the stairs and into the hall above.

Denclop was unable to comprehend who this "writer" guy was and simply shook Big Mac’s head in confusion, Denclop quickly getting up as Pinkie ran up the stairs, following the wet droplet Pinkie had left on the floor as she seeked out her newest mare.

~

*

A puffy pink–haired head poked out of the farthest room, and Pinkie looked back towards the stairs with her blue eyes. “What are you doing Miss Slow–Flank! Even Mr. Voicey beat you up here! I was promised fun, so let’s get to it!”

Denclop didn't need to be told twice, quickly closing the distance between the stairs and the doorway Pinkie had looked out of. Denclop then pushed open the door when he’d reached it, and inside she saw the basics of a typical room: a desk, dresser, wardrobe, and of course the bed with a table d'nuit on either side of it – the bed itself adorned with a green–plaid quilt and a two 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 and landing on the floor with a dull thump, and making Pinkie sigh in disappointment. “Well, that was no fun! Narrator, It was supposed to hit her like it did Cheesy!” Pinkie said, still staring at a nearby wall while bouncing on her bed, the masked red stallion standing in the doorway, head still turned away and shield up.

Denclop slowly opened Big Mac’s eyes a moment later and looked down at the object that was thrown at her. After quickly lowered her shield after realizing the harmlessness of the object, Denclop felt her pride take a hit from the whole ordeal. She, an immortal goddess, had just been scared by a pillow for pony’s sake!

Denclop cleared Big Mac’s throat, “Ok ‘Pinkie’, are you ready for the ‘fun’ I promised?” 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, Big Mac 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. “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 squirmed on the bed as her heat started to get to her again, with it not going unnoticed by Denclop.

“How do we play?” Pinkie asked, to which Denclop thought carefully how to respond, mainly deciding which position she would rather use.

After a moment’s deliberation, Denclop responded, “Lay on your back on the end of the bed and spread your legs. I’ll do the rest.”

“Okie-dokie-lokie! I'll just do as Mr. Voicey tells me!” responded Pinkie, grabbing a pillow and placing it under her head before doing as she was told and lying on her back with her legs spread and her tail hanging over the edge, exposing her puffy treasure fully.

Denclop wasted no time summoning the pink mist around Pinkie, making it smell like freshly-baked apple pie with whipped cream. The mare had said she liked that combination earlier, and Denclop wanted her to breathe as much of the mist as she could.

Pinkie breathed the mist, noticing her heat growing more intense even on the first sniff. Upon noticing it was one of her favorite scents she started breathing it deeply, unbeknownst to her what it was doing to her.

As Pinkie basked in the bakery-scented mist, Denclop stepped back from the bed and summoned the blue mist around Big Mac, inhaling an extra amount this time since the mare had expended some of his seed earlier. She did not want to disappoint this mare by not giving her her proper ‘Gift’ after all!

Pinkie felt the heat in her belly rise up, swelling to 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 desperate feeling between her legs.

“I am just preparing your body for the game, my mare. Breathing that mist is one of the rules.” Denclop responded, 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 looked at Pinkie’s eagerly waiting treasure in front of her, her mare’s wetness reflecting in the dim light of the barely-lit room. She licked her vessel’s lips in anticipation, looking at the swollen mound as though it were the finest truffle from Prance. Denclop then quickly lowered Big Mac’s head and started slowly licking around the outer lips, teasing Pinkie and making the pink mare shudder in response. Pinkie then pushed her mound against Denclop’s muzzle, subconsciously displaying her eagerness to get on with it. Denclop saw the sign but ignored it, continuing to tease her mare.

“Please…” came a desperate voice from above her, the pink mare’s slit winking constantly in her desperation. Denclop decided to be uncommonly merciful with this mare and penetrated Pinkie's passage with her tongue, tasting the extra-sweet flavor of her juices as she plunged deep into Pinkie's foal-passage once more.

Pinkie squealed and shuddered extensively at the sudden penetration, her sensitivity through the roof thanks to the skilled tongue now working her folds combined with her own natural horniness and the mist. Denclop continued to probe Mac’s tongue deep, loving her mare’s very sweet flavor and wanting more of her juice after having gotten but a taste earlier. She continued eating Pinkie out for a number of minutes, changing the pace and occasionally flicking his tongue over Pinkie’s clit, being rewarded with a sweet moan and a shudder from her every time she did.

When Denclop started rubbing on Pinkie’s clit with a hoof while licking deep, she suddenly felt Pinkie's vagina clamp down hard on Big Mac’s tongue, her vulva winking against his muzzle, swiftly followed by a gush of the sweet juices Denclop had desired. Pinkie cried out as her back hooves twitched like crazy and her head thrashed back and forth across the pillow it was pressed down hard into it. Her hips arched up into Big Mac’s muzzle, wanting him deeper inside her as she came, pleasure exploding throughout her body as she started to enthusiastically grind against his muzzle.

Denclop left Big Mac’s wide tongue deep inside Pinkie, letting the mare milk it until she finally came off her orgasm some seconds later. She then proceeded to lick up the mare’s nectar, occasionally getting a shudder from Pinkie as small bursts of pleasure shot through her from the additional stimulation.

~

After Denclop had finished cleaning her a short while later, Pinkie had a dreamy smile on her face and her eyelids hooded in pleasure. “That was...great! Keep it going, Mr Voicey!” Pinkie slurred, sounding as if she’d had a few too many mugs of Apple Family Cider.

“That is only the beginning, my mare.” Denclop responded, too caught up in the moment to be distracted by this mare's seeming imaginary friend. Big Mac’s member slapped against his underside as he sniffed at Pinkie's soaked passage, eager to get on with its duty for this mare. Denclop climbed over Pinkie on the bed and pulled Big Mac’s hips back, making his member line up perfectly to her burning snatch as he leaned over her.

When Big Mac was in position, Denclop asked Pinkie – “Are your ready for your Gift, mare?”

Pinkie nodded slowly, not quite sure what she was agreeing to, her energy sapped by the lickings she’d gotten and her concentration still on the wall and the afterglow of her most recent orgasm. With Pinkie’s confirmation, Denclop started pushing forward, making Pinkie’s rear move forward with his hips as Big Mac’s breeding rod slowly penetrated her lips.

Pinkie gasped as she was penetrated, never having something so…huge and hot enter her before. Denclop pulled Mac’s hips back again and then slammed hard into Pinkie, hilting himself inside her now and making her cry out at the sudden fullness. “Wha–OOOOOOOOH!” Pinkie moaned out, feeling an intense pleasure between her legs, the shock of it bringing her out of her afterglow and back to her senses. Denclop allowed Pinkie a moment to adjust to Mac's fifteen–inch length, but the pleasure from the initial thrust quickly intensified to a burning need in Pinkie. “Um, goddess–thingy? I think my thingy wants some more now.” Pinkie said, moving her hips experimentally and making Big Mac’s hilted member shift inside her with the movements.

Slightly angered at being called a "goddess–thingy" but deciding to ignore it, Denclop said "Alright mare, just let me do all the work. Just lay back and accept my Gift to you!.”

Denclop then made Big Mac start thrusting into Pinkie hard, Denclop’s chosen position giving a lot of leverage and making her able to penetrate her mare very deeply. As such, Big Mac quickly hilted deep inside Pinkie and made her groan loudly, the feeling of being speared so deep sending a rush of tingling pleasure throughout her whole body. Denclop pulled Mac’s member out and thrust in again, with it actually touching Pinkie’s cervix this time.

Pinkie pressed her head back into the pillow and moaned loudly, her back hooves shivering uncontrollably with the pleasure she was receiving. She also had a front hoof in her mouth, biting on it to cope with the intense feelings of pleasure radiating from her body.Denclop picked up the pace and started to thrust faster – plunging as deep as Big Mac could go and 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 as well as the roughness of the thrusts into her.

~

About five minutes of rough breeding later, Denclop looked down at her mare as she felt the intensity of her vessel’s pulses increase. “Ready for your 'Apple creampie', mare!?” Denclop asked suddenly, Big Mac’s teeth gritted.

Pinkie was too lost in her pleasure to respond, having removed the hoof from her mouth and instead had 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 Mac's medial ring to rub her clit hard.

On the last thrust, Denclop hilted as deep as she could get Big Mac to go and felt his head flare, very soon after letting loose a huge torrent of Big Mac’s ‘apple cream’, the virile cum exploding into Pinkie’s needing pussy and splashing right against her cervix.

~

As she felt that big thing between her legs get even bigger and press in deeper still, Pinkie’s shudders heavily increased as her hooves shot down to Big Mac’s hips, trying to help her inner muscles in pulling him even deeper into herself, but it was pointless – Big Mac was already pressed against her cervix.

Pinkie let out a high–pitched squeal as her orgasm overtook her when she felt a satisfying, creamy warmth explode deep inside her, seeing stars and shuddering hard as her passage clenched down hard on Big Mac’s pumping length – trying to milk every drop of that filling, soothing warmth she could from him. Most of what he put into her couldn't leak past his flared head, being forced against her cervix – but her cervix was resilient, not giving way to the pressure of his shots like most mares' would have. Instead, only a small trickle of his seed got inside, the rest merely painting her passage a creamy shade of white as it finally leaked past his head.

They came together for quite a while, with Pinkie clenching on Big Mac's spewing member while panting hard and Big Mac constantly shooting massive amounts of his spunk as deep into her as possible, both silent save panting and an occasional moan or gasp until Pinkie came off her orgasm. Staring at her new favorite wall, the pink mare started to grind against Big Mac's still–squirting member. “Hey Narrator, we ready for another 'game'?”

"Okie Dokie Loki!"

~

Denclop was surprised at this mare’s endurance (and the fact she was still talking to walls named Mr.Voicey or Narrator) – this was Pinkie’s third orgasm in under thirty minutes, Denclop not knowing of the fourth and fifth she'd had shortly before his arrival. Denclop pulled out and caused a stream of seed to flow from Pinkie’s pussy and land in her already–soaked tail, then got up off the bed and told Pinkie to get off as well, telling her to stand up and face away with her back legs spread.

Pinkie quickly obeyed, getting up and into the position she was told to, her spread pussy leaking Big Mac's seed all over the floor now. Denclop walked her vessel up to the mare and smelled her flowing slit, his member soon getting hard again from the scent of the mare in heat. Pinkie instinctively raised her tail and winked her pussy at the stallion behind her, causing a drop of semen to drip off her clit and onto the floor.

Denclop quickly mounted Pinkie again and thrust right in, her passage very slippery from his first deposit of seed and her own juices, with Big Mac easily pounding her hard with such good lubrication. Pinkie’s head lowered to the floor with teeth gritted as she was overtaken again by intense pleasure, her passage being very over–sensitive from its last pounding and sending waves of white–hot pleasure throughout her body, making her shudder uncontrollably as she was worked quickly towards her next orgasm. Denclop was eager to once again fill this mare who had the nerve to ask for seconds, pounding into her at full throttle for a number of minutes – all the while Pinkie’s head remained down, too absorbed in the intense pleasure to do much else.

~

A number of minutes of crippling pleasure later, Pinkie’s head shot up and cocked backwards, her tongue lulling out. “Wowie–zowie, my brain just went powie!” she squealed out as another intense orgasm wracked her body, making her passage start to contract again on Big Mac’s member.

The sudden increase of tightness on his cock set off Big Mac’s own orgasm and with a hilting thrust he pushed deep into her as he gushed more seed into her already–full passage, making Pinkie squeal at the warmth being sprayed into her again – ramping up the intensity of her already mind–blowing orgasm as his semen gushed into the mare, his huge flare again preventing any from getting out.

After a minute of the non–stop increasing pressure of the seed being pressed against it, Pinkie's resilient cervix finally gave in. A gush of Big Mac's seed was welcomed directly into her womb, making Pinkie scream aloud at the sensation, her body starting a sixth orgasm right as her fifth was tapering off, her body working hard to get the stallion‘s seed as deep into her as possible.

Denclop continued to pump Big Mac’s seed into the vigorous mare‘s womb, Pinkie finally seeming to run out of steam as her belly started to expand – her orgasms finally draining the mare of her usual hyper–active energy and instead making her unusually docile as she accepted this stallion's foal. Pinkie's front hooves collapsed in her mind–blowing pleasure, leaving her rear only being held up by Big Mac’s hooves as Denclop held her in place while her belly started to swell – Mac's member still buried deep and pumping Denclop's ‘Gift’ into the mare's eager foal–maker

Big Mac’s gushes reduced to spurts another few seconds later, finally stopping as he reached the end of his second orgasm. Denclop dismounted and pulled out, a gush of Mac’s semen rushing out of the pleasured mare and landing on the floor with a loud splat.

Pinkie collapsed fully on the floor as soon as Denclop pulled out and released her hips, so overtaken by the sensations of her six orgasms 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 fluids 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 and 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 teh sleeping Pinkie Pie. She headed outside, then used her blink again, teleporting herself to another random location.

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After Denclop had left, Pinkie awoke and opened her eyes – looking up at the wall and cocking her head.

"So Mr Voicey, does this mean I'm gonna have a foal too?" Pinkie whispered, rubbing her still–full belly and causing more seed to squirt out of her. She scooped the semen up, then tasted it and snorted. "Of course I'm gonna have a cute–widdle–fluffy–baby to love and have fun with and take care of! That's the whole purpose of this chapter! Oh and by the way, you misspelled 'the' in the previous paragraph. You...may wanna fix that."

With that final breaking of space–time continuum, Pinkie fell back asleep – exhausted and intensely satisfied.

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As Pinkie slept, Big Macs sperm made their way to her waiting egg inside her Fallopian tubes. One made its way to and fertilized her egg shortly before she awoke again, discovering and devouring Denclop's second gift to her on her bedside table. She had her own 'Apple Pie' baking in her 'oven' now, and its timer wouldn't go off for the next eleven months – but her own foal to play with and love would be worth the wait.

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As Pinkie awoke the next morning, she stared at the wall and suddenly screamed – "HA! I KNEW IT! I'M GONNA HAVE A FOAL! YAAAAAAAAAAY!"

Pinkie looked again at the wall.

"Wait, Mr.Voicey...this isn't my chapter with Cheese Sandwich!

Chapter 7: An Everfree Adventure

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Chapter 8.1: Past Memories and Sins of a Solar Goddess

Pairing(s): Celestia(solo), unnamed guard x unnamed royal assistant, Golden Fleece(OC) x Celestia.

Contains: Past depictions of possible rape/NC including deflowering and impregnation, female masturbation (hooves), polygamy, possible semi-incest, premature ejaculation, and consensual/dub-con breeding including excessive cum.

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About half an hour after Twilight and Zecora had left, Celestia had prepared herself some apple slices and a left–over lemon–poppyseed muffin from a special trip made to Sugar Cube Corner. The previous day she had craved the lemon muffins the Cakes made at Sugar Cube Corner and had asked her guards to procure her a dozen, then proceeded in eating four in one sitting.

Celestia was barely able to eat at all now however, let alone enjoy her food. She was too nervous over the situation with Denclop to be able to settle down and truly enjoy the snack, with her estrus sapping her appetite not helping much either. I should have gotten a trace on Denclop’s spell by now. Celestia thought, unable to hold still as she started to pace while eating. Every second longer she was unable to trace the thing called Denclop, the more time 'It’ had to violate her kingdom’s subjects.

Luna had earlier left on one of her nightly flights, enjoying the moonlight and cool breezes she basked in every night and unknowingly leaving Celestia to handle the Denclop situation alone. Celestia had not told Luna of this matter after all, certain that knowing of Denclop being loose would only upset her. Celestia shuddered as she remembered her sister's "encounter" with 'it' the last time it was activated – knowing how badly that had hurt her herself and surely Luna.

Celestia sighed as she took another bite of her muffin and looked out upon the full moon her sister had earlier risen, then upon the full sky of stars she had formed so delicately and thoughtfully. How could I have not seen the beauty of Luna's night those thousand years ago? How had I not seen fit to credit my sister where she excelled, let all of our subjects ignore it, and left the one I so love to become a monster? Celestia though as she once more found herself drawn to the past, these same thoughts having haunted Celestia every night since she'd had to banish her sister to the moon all those years ago.

Even after her sister had come back to her and was cleansed by the Elements of Harmony, these thoughts still plagued her – reminding her of how foalish and selfish she'd been, of how she would never again let her sister's night go unappreciated. Every night she would dedicate thirty minutes of her time to watch Luna raise the moon, then admire the beauty she'd so long ago ignored when it was risen. Sometimes, she would even accompany Luna as she rose the moon, just so she'd never leave her sister feeling unwanted or unappreciated again.

Celestia sighed at the burning of her loins as she suffered through her first heat this year, having been refusing a stallion as well as her own hoof to relieve herself ever since she'd betrayed her sister all those years ago by giving into her body's urges when it was so wrong to do so. She believed she deserved her forced self–restraint after what she'd done then.

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After the mask of Denclop had been brought back to Equestria from the zebra homeland, Celestia had been in heat when Denclop had been activated and had been unable to sate her needs with a stallion due to her workload. She had watched from hiding as 'it' had proceeded to rape the royal assistant, unable to bring herself to intervene as her hormones locked her in place and demanded her to watch.

Celestia had watched the initial penetration, the slightly–red tinge to the flood of the mare's juices confirming the guard had just deflowered her. She'd watched minutes later as the possessed royal guard had held the mare so tightly, plowing her depths with the ferocity of a wild beast, not stopping as he pounded into her as hard as possible and non–stop. She watched as the royal guard had pulled himself close to her and pressed his stifles flush to the paralyzed mare's, Celestia hearing as the guard had let loose a feral cry of pleasure – hilting the mare as Denclop's vessel climaxed into her, undoubtedly impregnating her against her will.

Then Luna had come into the hall, and Celestia's heart had sunk as she watched as the foul beast controlling the royal guard had turned to her and dismounted the mare he was on top of, his seed–soaked rod slipping out of her with a lewd sucking sound. Before Celestia knew what had happened, the guard had pinned Luna to the floor – leaning over and penetrating her before taking her like she was its sex–toy. Celestia remained paralyzed by her lust, watching the guard thrust into her sister until she felt a sudden burst of pleasure between her legs. When she looked down to find the source, she was surprised to find her own hoof there!

Celestia couldn't resist her urges anymore as she watched her sister being bred like an animal and started rubbing deep into her own marehood, barely containing a howl of pleasure as her hoof spread her swollen lower lips. She found herself matching the pace of rubbing herself with the pace of the breeding mare and stallion in front of her, unable to stop herself as her base instincts took over her social obligations.

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Minutes in, Celestia felt herself suddenly climax as she saw the guard up his thrusts into her sister, grinding her swollen slit into her hoof as she came, the soft dripping of her fluids onto the floor barely audible over the roaring in her ears as intense pleasure flooded her. Each contraction that rippled through her passage made her let out a soft, surprisingly–well–contained moan – the waves of euphoria making her lightly tremble as she rolled her head back in pleasure, mouth agape.

Celestia watched as the stallion continued to rut Luna even as her own afterglow set in, his thrusts becoming short and desperate as he apparently neared his climax. Celestia knew she should stop this; knew that a simple levitation, blink, or time–stop spell would end her sister's violation, but all she could bring herself to do was start to rub on her slit again as her heat kicked in again, watching as the possessed stallion was forced to make her sister his mare.

Right as the guard seemed to be taking his final thrusts into Luna, a very loud stallion's voice had shouted a string of words. After the words had been spoken, the eyes on Denclop's mask had faded from a blazing pink light to nothing at all, and through the slits one could see the guard's wide eyes as he took in the feelings of nearly coming to climax in one of his Princesses. Princess Luna had started crying after the stallion had stopped thrusting into her, and immediately after the guard had dismounted her she had galloped to her chambers, then staying there for the rest of the night and next day.

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After Luna had brought up her encounter with Denclop to Celestia some days later, Celestia had admitted to her viewing and masturbation to the rape of the assistant and Luna instead of stopping them, tears streaming down her face as she bared her shame to her sister and apologized profusely for not helping.

Luna had immediately moved to comfort her, and had told her that her clopping during her heat wasn't really something she should be ashamed of, whether by herself or to... visual stimulation. She told her that she forgave her and the thing with Denclop wasn't a big deal – that as far as she was concerned, it was just another stallion during her heat. Luna had even told Celestia she should get another stallion to help her with her urges as she herself soon again would, but Celestia had refused.

Celestia could tell she was hiding something from her, and could only assume the worst – that Luna was only saving face in front of her, and that the event had emotionally scarred her. What else would explain why she'd immediately run to her room after the guard had released her and not come out for over a day? Celestia couldn't believe that Luna could truly forgive her either, still believing she'd betrayed her sister on the highest level and that her simple apology and Luna's supposed forgiveness wasn't enough. She felt needed to be punished for her loss of control.

As penance at the shame of having lost herself to her instincts while watching what must have been the rape of her sister, and worse yet not helping her sister in her time of need because of her own selfish desires, Celestia had stopped sating her heats either by herself or with stallions – suffering through them every year as she punished herself with celibacy.

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Celestia's present heat was particularly bad, the burn and itch so hot that Celestia almost thought a smoldering coal were stuck inside her belly as she struggled to focus her magic on tracking Denclop throughout the unpleasant sensations. Each heat, she'd think it would be easier to control the feelings, and to simply ignore the burn and urges after so many years of enduring it – but it never was. She considered writing a letter to call for a stallion the previous day, tempted to end her thousand–year punishment as she had been every year, but couldn't help but hear that small voice in the back of her head as she had picked up the scroll and quill – 'You deserve this.'

Knowing her sister was in heat, Luna had even encouraged Celestia the previous day to get herself a stallion or two when she herself came into her heat – before choosing a lucky mate herself, as she had every breeding season since she'd returned from the moon. She'd even invited her to come join her and share her chosen mate for the season, but Celestia's pride hadn't let her – Celestia instead convincing herself she was stronger than her instincts, and she deserved to suffer still for her perceived past sin. The moans of muffled pleasure she heard from her sister's distant bedchamber during the night surely didn't help her resolve any, however.

Besides, Celestia knew that a stallion breeding her would be only for her own pleasure and to sate her heat for a while. She knew she and her sister were not able to conceive, with neither having been able to ovulate for thousands of years. Celestia still had her reproductive organs and went into heat monthly just like any other mare, but she knew she could bear no fruit. She had tried.

Celestia knew she was infertile because she had tried to get pregnant for many, many years after she'd ascended to Princess–hood and had desperately wanted to become a mother.

Twice a year, Celestia had invited random stallions to stay with her at her castle and be given the royal treatment for the night when she went into her heats – whether by choosing from her royal guards, or picking up some random stallion she liked to looks of in Canterlot. She'd given them a good meal and as much wine as they wanted before inviting them to her bedchambers, promising them a good time. Not a single one had ever refused.

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Celestia smiled as her thoughts were drawn to the memory of one particularly exciting stallion she'd had well over a thousand years past while still piecing on her lemon muffin or nibbling an apple slice as she looked out onto Luna's beautiful night, still remembering her time with that cute little stallion named Golden Fleece even after so many hundreds of years...

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"So, –Golden Fleece, correct?– art thou prepared for thine 'dessert'?" Celestia asked her most recent summoned stallion, wiggling her rump suggestively as he followed her up the stairs to her chambers, her tail constantly swishing and making her heated scent very obvious to him.

"Er...P–Princess? This path leads not to the lounge, correct?" Golden Fleece asked her, but was unable to resist following Celestia, her pheromones wrapping him around her hoof as she figuratively dragged him along with her.

"Thou art correct Golden, this is the path to our...personal chambers." Celestia said before stopping at a large, ornate door with a crest of the Sun on it – an exact replica of her cutie mark. Her horn glowed with her golden aura, and the door in front of them quickly followed suit as she opened it with her magic – Celestia then stepping inside as her guest remained immobile outside.

"Our Princess, art thou positive–" Golden had started, only to get interrupted.

"Goldie, doest thou wish to lay with royalty or neigh?" Celestia deadpanned, looking at the stallion still standing outside her door – the named stallion unable to move now in shock rather then nervous hesitation. He still couldn't believe the Princess wanted him to...'lay with' her.

"We are waiting Goldie." Celestia said seductively, wiggling her rump again at the still–unmoving stallion – "Does't thou not wish to bask in our pleasing warmth?"

At that, Golden ran at a gallop into Celestia's chamber, his instincts drawing him to her like a moth to a lantern.

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Once Golden had entered the room, the doors swiftly closed – locking behind him as a golden aura cast over them. "Princess, why didst thou–" Golden started, looking to the now–magically–sealed door behind him.

"Privacy. Doest thou desire somepony to walk in on us getting...closer?" Celestia asked as she in turn moved closer to her latest partner, nibbling at his ear and making it twitch between her teeth. "It's OK if you do. she whispered, making more then just his ear twitch this time.

"Neigh, I wish not to be...observed. I am just...a bit nervous is all. I mean, t'is not every day a stallion is invited to breed with a Princess!" Golden said, shifting on his hooves as the Princess continued playing with his ear in her mouth, now lightly sucking on its tip – the nibbling combined with her scent and close proximity making the stallion's penis drop and start to harden.

"Well Golden, thou art this day's chosen donor. Thou should be honored to serve thine Princess." Celestia said when she noticed his full erection moments later, then walked over to the bed and laid down on her belly – spreading her legs wide and flagging her tail, winking her clit at the once–again–paralyzed stallion as she fully presented and offered herself to him. "Golden Fleece, your Princess commands you – come forth and give us thine seed."

When her chosen stallion hadn't reacted to her command after a while, Celestia's horn once again lit as she got impatient. She lifted Golden off his hooves and positioned him over her herself – taking it upon herself to mount him on her before she released her magic's hold on him...with the exception of the grip she had on his stallionhood. As she brought his member to her eager slit, Celestia moaned softly as her body reacted to the weight of a stallion on her back and the flat tip of his cock rubbing against her marehood – making her get even wetter in anticipation of what was to come.

Still, Golden didn't react.

"We are waiting...impatiently. Thou knoweth we are in heat and burning up inside, correct?" Celestia said with a tone of annoyance, grinding her wet lips on Golden's glans and pressing it just slightly into her slit.

"I–I am sorry my Princess, but t'is is my first time." Golden finally admitted, following with a sigh. "I am afraid I...I will not be able to satisfy Your Highness as you expect me to."

"Golden, " Celestia asked, her magic stroking his member to prove the fact, "doest thou have a penis?

"I do..." Golden said, feeling another ripple of her magic rub along his sensitive rod, making another tingle of virgin pleasure roll up his spine at his first time being stroked by another.

"As we said, we are in heat, meaning any virile stallion can please us. Art thou willing to satisfy our heat, or should we summon another?" Celestia asked the virgin stallion, a series of stronger pulses in her magic making his penis throb against her slit as she tried to get him to react. When he slightly thrust forward on instinct at the stronger stimulation and penetrated her, she gasped lightly as his tip entered her, satisfied at finally coaxing him into her needing passage.

"We'll take that as a yes. Let us help." Celestia said, then leaning back onto the stallion and burying his shaft deeper into herself. Just as she started to take the initiative and sink him deeper, Golden finally gave into his instincts as he felt more warmth surrounding him and thrust into her – her leaning combined with his thrust burying him halfway inside her at once.

Golden's rod felt on fire as he sunk into his first mare easily, Celestia's very hot and tight walls clenching against him as he suddenly slammed himself in, the sensations of going so fast on his first time so intense he had to grit his teeth. As his hips unsteadily jerked forward and he slid slowly deeper into her on reflex, he only felt the heat and tightness start to pulse more and more around his length the deeper he got into her.

"Mmm... Goldie, thou could make any mare scream for thee with thine massive pike!" Celestia suddenly exclaimed as she was overtaken by the moment, the massive burst of pleasure from him finally penetrating her and sliding steadily deeper making her mind blank for a moment. Celestia could wait no more to be fully filled by this stallion's fairly–impressive length and slammed herself back against him, suddenly hilting the stallion into her – and apparently forgetting he was an inexperienced virgin.

As Celestia suddenly sunk him in to the hilt, Golden was overtaken by the most intense sensation he'd ever felt – pulses of extreme pleasure going through his penis as her passage clenched on his entire length. He started whimpering as he reflexively increased his grip around her sides, holding her in place as he felt his glans start to flare in her and feeling her grow tighter still around him. "P–Princess, I feel..." was all he could stammer out as he became too overwhelmed to continue, the sensations of coming to climax in his first mare almost too much for him as he held Celestia closer to him on instinct, his penis starting to rhythmically throb harder inside her.

Golden was in nirvana as he felt Celestia start to clench tighter around him, an almost–cute squeak coming from him as the first rope of his seed shot into the Princess. The virgin stallion took quite a whollop as an intense burst of pleasure rocked him, making him try to press deeper into her as he shoot his next wad right against her cervix.

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"Golden, art thou..." Celestia started to say as she felt Golden's cockhead suddenly swell in her and stretch her wider – only to feel his grip tightly increase around her hips as he started unloading his thick stallion milk into her a second later. The sensations that caused made her next words morph into a deep, throaty moan as that heat–quelling fluid shot deeply into her, with her squeezing hard around his squirting rod as her receptive body welcomed his seed into her – "Cum...ooooooh yes you are! Keep –mmph– going! Fill us and give us your foal! Make us a mommy!" Celestia moaned out as she constantly encouraged her stallion, trying to coax more of the life–giving fluid out of him as she worked her inner muscles on his pumping foal–maker.

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Celestia groaned as she was being filled, Golden's seed coating her walls and ending her heat...yet she hadn't cum herself. Her body was still tensed up and begging for more attention, with her barely getting started even as Golden finished inside her.

After Golden had finally finished gushing into Celestia's clenching passage and womb moments later and gave her quite an impressive load given it was his first time, he came off his orgasm and started to dismount her...only to find that he couldn't. He then realized from the slight tingle of the magic on his rump that he was being held inside by Celestia, her magic holding his hips against hers and keeping him hilted inside her.

As he looked down to Celestia to find out why she was keeping him inside her even after he'd sated her heat, Celestia gave Golden a very displeased look, making him nearly cower as he realized what he'd done. Realizing that he'd cum way before his Princess had. "I–uh–I–mean–I!" Golden scrambled for words, but none came to him. Fortunately for him, Celestia held a hoof up, silencing him.

Deciding not to be hard on him given his lack of knowing what would happen, Celestia decided to give the inexperienced stallion a break on cumming early on his first time. "Since thou finished in us so quickly, we will have to pull out the Firepassion Root potion early. As this was thine first time, thou art forgiven for not making us climax...this time. Thou shalt not let it happen again." Celestia said sternly as she levitated a corked bottle from a nearby shelf before moving it to him, a soft pop heard as the cork was pulled out.

As the mouth of the bottle was suddenly shoved into his gaping muzzle, Golden initially panicked for a second before calming down when he realized it was only a potion bottle. "Drink. T'will will make thee potent again." Celestia commanded, and he obeyed – tilting his head back as the slightly–spicy fluid went down his throat, finishing half the bottle before Celestia pulled it away and re–corked it.

It was only a matter of seconds before Golden felt the urge to take his mare again, feeling reinvigorated as his softening penis once again grew rock–hard. "This time, breed us like the mare in heat we are and please us!" Celestia encouraged Golden, grinding her hips against him at the feeling as he grew hard in her again after drinking the aphrodisiac potion. It was only a second more after Celestia has spoken before Golden started to thrust hard into Celestia at her request, giving her no mercy as his rod slammed into her depths at a break–neck pace – Golden fully embracing his breeding instincts under the potion's influence and now taking her hard.

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As both approached climax a couple more minutes of constant, deep thrusting later, Celestia moaned deeply as her orgasm finally overtook her, pleasure and relief overcoming her and making her tense as she started to milk her stallion – her body working hard to get more of Golden's sticky gift as it clenched around his still–thrusting length, pleasure surging through her as she held him inside her.

Her foal–tunnel's efforts were rewarded seconds later as Celestia felt Golden tense up himself and flare in her again, Celestia hearing him cry out as more of his virile semen flooded into her begging body. He held her stifles tightly against his as he finished inside her again, his flared head not letting any of his seed escape her – the pressure behind the seal instead forcing it into her womb as he squirted evermore into her.

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Celestia made Golden finish the first potion then another and breed her twice more, a total of four times in a row – giving her another mind–rocking orgasm in the process as he came three more huge loads into her. When he had literally begged her to let him stop and rest, she finally let the thoroughly–drained and exhausted stallion dismount her and sleep with her for the night. Despite wanting him to take her at least once more just to be sure, she decided the poor guy had had enough for his first rut. Besides, she had gotten more than enough of what she needed from him.

As she lay awake in her bed with Golden passed out beside her, Celestia looked at her slightly distended abdomen, her lower belly slightly swelling with the four sizable loads he'd given her – only hoping that such a bulge would appear again in a few months and start to grow more.

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The next day, another donor had been summoned to take her again, and the process had repeated every estrus cycle until she was either pregnant or out of heat – although it always ended up as the latter.

She would have a foal though, even if it took every stallion in Canterlot to give it to her!

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It went the same with every stallion she'd presented her heated body to – they'd mounted her every time, and every single one of them rutted her hard and treated her like the mare–in–heat she was as long as she could make them. She'd kept all of the stallions going at her constantly with the aid of spells, as well as potions from her recently–made Zebra friends – sometimes making them climax upwards of five times into her, and sometimes even forcing them to keep going when they'd begged her to stop. She was convinced that if she kept stallions pumping their seed into her for long enough, perhaps one time it would catch. Hoping that with that stallion and in that heat, she'd finally get pregnant – hoping that maybe this stallion pounding into her now could finally give her her foal.

Yet it never happened.

After a great many years of spending every night of her heats with a stallion, Celestia had finally given up her hopes that she would ever be able to have a child – finally accepting that it was herself who was infertile, and that she'd been denied the foal she'd always wanted by cruel Fate instead of impotent stallions.

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Celestia had still invited stallions to her chambers to fulfill her instinctive needs every time she went into heat, but it had long past lost its magic when she knew she couldn't conceive – her and her stallion–for–the–night's orgasms then only sating her animal needs instead of her longing for something more.

Instead of forcing stallions to service her every single day of her heats in vein as she had years past, Celestia had instead started taking on a protege every so many years – an exceptionally talented pony to whom she could pass her knowledge and experience to. To whom she could finally guard and treat as her child and if only temporarily fill that void in her life. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was all she had.

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In present times, Celestia had just taken another bite of her lemon muffin when her horn started to vibrate slightly – the tracing spell’s signal it had found its target! She had finally locked onto Denclop’s magic signature!

Author's Note

Another glimpse into Celestia's past, and some explanation for her hatred for Denclop. Yay story progression!

Also, tried some Olde English in this chapter. I've been wanting to try it a few times, but never really found a place to put it.

Chapter 8.2: Into the Burning Sun and the Cool Moon

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Celestia, Lumen Lunae(OC) x Luna

Contains: consensual breeding as well as non-con breeding, spanking, excessive cum, and possible impregnation.

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Overjoyed at finally being able to take action against the monster Denclop after her spell had finally tracked its location, Celestia quickly went to make preparations to fight and hopefully capture this ’thing’, still carrying the muffin in her magical aura, too excited to remember to put it down.

She was happy that she could once again put down this beast who took mares only for its play–things, who surely only raped her subjects and forced mares to have foals they didn't want. Now that she'd found 'It', she could now finally protect her subjects from it and do her duty to protect Equestria once more.

Celestia was part–way into packing a saddlebag for herself when a bright flash of light pink light blinded her temporarily. When she recovered, she discovered that Big Macintosh had appeared before her in a back–splash of light pink light, and on his face the mask of Denclop. Celestia was stunned by his sudden appearance, unable to move or react for a moment as the spell and her mind both tried to process that her query was right in front of her.

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Denclop looked at Celestia, knowing exactly who she was – knowing the Sun Goddess had been the first to have her fulfill her Duty for those Zebras all those years ago, and knowing she'd been summoned and embodied by one of the Sun–Goddess's mages. Now it was time to have her loneliness sated and needs fulfilled after so many years without, Denclop easily sensing that she hadn't been bred for a long time –many, many years even– by the intensity of her pheromones. Big Mac's penis had started to harden at the scent of the mare in need, and Denclop knew it was time for her Vessel to give her divine Gift to a fellow goddess.

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As she still stood stunned by her spell and unable to move, a voice in Celestia’s head spoke up – Denclop said, Big Mac taking a step forward while Celestia was still apparently stunned. Big Mac took another step forward while Celestia struggled to disable the tracking spell, as her subject being right in front of her and possibly casting a magic–jamming spell was making the spell ruin her ability to concentrate. Denclop finally said, making Big Mac smile underneath her mask. <...and still a mare in need of breeding and foal.>

Denclop took advantage of the momentary shock that her appearance and the tracking spell had caused on Celestia to her advantage – taunting her as she used her paralysis spell to lock the Princess in place and making her unable to move. She quickly followed it with her silencing spell – that spell disabling Celestia's magic until Denclop chose to let it dissipate.

But she wouldn't let that spell fade away just yet. Not until she had Gifted this mare so desperately in need of a companion.

So in need of a foal.

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Denclop pulled Big Mac's face into another grin after taking complete control of Celestia – able to make her do anything she wanted. Denclop started, Big Mac’s smile not waning, the goddess continued to explain.

Celestia’s eyes widened as she realized her predicament – she knew what this thing’s version of a ‘gift’ was, and she wanted no part of it! Celestia tried to cast a spell to counter what this thing had done to her and wriggle free of the paralyzing spell – but after a few tries, she realized it was fruitless and only serving to tire her out. Celestia sighed as she accepted her fate, tears coming to her eyes as she realized she was now powerless to a being whose creation she had long ago agreed to allow – completely and utterly powerless to the whims of another creature whom she believed only wanted to rape her and her subjects.

After she'd finished telling Celestia of her intentions, Denclop proceeded to levitate the mare from the throne room up the stairs to her tower bedroom, knowing a bed would be much more comfortable to lay on for Sun Goddess then a table or the floor for her while being Gifted! When they’d reached Celestia's chambers a moment later, Denclop laid her softly on the bed and almost instantly summoned the pink mist around her, eager to proceed with her Duty.

~

Celestia felt herself being levitated and carried, watching as the throne room disappeared from view as they proceed upstairs, and she had no doubt the creature was bringing her to her personal chamber. Celestia felt as though Denclop were carrying her with as much regard as a sex toy – nothing more then a seed receptacle for the thing...the sun princess barely accepting she was undoubtedly going to be raped the same way she had seen 'it' force upon her sister Luna all those years ago, and then just tonight her own protege Twilight!

As she was laid on the bed and surrounded by a pink mist –no doubt a spell from the vile thing– Celestia resisted breathing the mist in for as long as she could, not knowing what a spell from this creature would do if she inhaled it but knowing it couldn't be good. She held out as long as she could, struggling to hold in her breath as long she could while she watched the thing surround Big Mac with a blue mist and inhale deeply – shallowly hoping the mist surrounding her would soon dissipate so she could breathe again.

Celestia was soon forced to catch her breath after holding out as long as she could, gulping in air after holding her breath so long – and forced to breathe in a very large amount of the mist in the process. She mentally cursed as she inhaled more and more, panic flowing through her as the worst possible things that could then happen from it crossed her mind – and with magic, the possibilities were nearly endless. She'd trapped this creature, and now she was sure it was going to get its revenge on her now that it was free.

~

When Denclop felt Celestia had inhaled enough, she stopped the mist and caused Celestia's muscles to relax, letting her breathing resuming a normal pattern. Denclop started – Denclop lifted Celestia and laid her on her back, Celestia’s mound now starting to swell and heat from the influences of the mist.

~

Celestia felt herself being moved, as well as her heat starting to flare – but she knew this thing was insane with its talk of impregnating her. She knew her womb was barren, and had accepted she couldn't have a foal long ago – so why did this abomination have to taunt her so, promising to give her what she knew she could never have?

Celestia couldn't help it as she felt her eyes start to water and burn, couldn't help as her tears of righteous anger started to stream down her cheeks – the mask's words and empty promises stinging her deeply and opening a long–closed wound, reminding then how much she wanted the foal she could never have. She wanted so badly now to destroy the horrible thing – to tear the mask off of Big Mac's face and stamp it to a million pieces, all the while screaming her rage at it for hurting her so deeply. For now implanting the false hope in her that this time may be the one that finally gave her her baby. That maybe this stallion could get her pregnant.

~

The scent given off from Celestia’s swollen marehood excited Big Mac’s body further, causing his member to stand fully erect in seconds flat. He approached her and spread her stifles open with his muzzle, and her body instinctively showed to the stallion at her rear her readiness to be bred, her vagina winking rapidly as her tail flagged up, and her body partially emptying her bladder upon her chamber floor – much to Celestia’s embarrassment. Denclop made Big Mac’s grin widen, making it clear that she liked this sign of submission and willingness from her mare.

When she was sure Celestia's body was at its peak of arousal, Denclop made Big Mac climb over the exposed mare on the bed and lined up his breeding rod with her now very wet slit. <How long has it been since you've been bred, Celestia? Decades? Centuries? How long have you suffered without a stallion? Judging by your scent, your body is very, very eager for a stallion to give it what it needs...and I would be honored to give you your foal.>

~

There it was again – the mask taunting Celestia with promises of a foal even as it stood ready to rape her. Celestia felt her rage boil again at the malicious lies the mask was telling her, fury with a heat that would match her Sun in intensity burning within her as it promised her again what it undoubtedly could not provide. In an instant however, her rage turned to sorrow as she once again realized she was to be without a foal, and her tears once again started flowing – surely unnoticed by the heartless spell controlling that mask.

~

Denclop decided to take this mare gently, not knowing how she would react after not being bred after so many years. As she smelled the intensity of the mare's scent, she also decided to skip the foreplay and move to satisfy her – pitying the mare and wanting to start extinguishing her burning and need as soon as possible.

With that, Denclop made Big Mac slowly penetrate Celestia's long–empty passage, her now–dripping snatch eagerly accepted him as he stretched her, satisfying a deep need that had needed tending to for over a thousand years.

~

As Celestia felt the stallion enter her, she couldn't help but let out a deep groan, pleasure long forgotten racing through her once again as she was slowly filled. Celestia felt her pleasure rising suddenly as the medial ring slipped in, brushing her clit and making a wave of intense pleasure feed her long–starved body, feeling her inner muscles clenching so tightly around him as her marehood worked hard to bring a stallion inside her after so many unsatisfied heats.

When Big Mac's member was hilted inside Celestia a second later, Denclop did nothing for a long while – holding still and just savoring the tightness and hotness of this mare's innards, the tight feeling around her vessel's penis confirming to Denclop that the Princess had in fact not been bred for quite a long time.

Denclop asked, unintentionally making the blush on Celestia’s face grow hotter as well as once again igniting her rage.

BECAUSE OF YOU YOU STUPID FOAL! Celestia screamed in her head, fury still burning through her even as pleasure pulsed from her nether. She could not believe the ignorance this thing displayed, thinking that it was helping her. Did IT not know It was the cause of this, the reason she'd had to punish herself for so long. That IT was the reason she could no longer look at her sister during her heat without seeing that guard on top of her, thrusting into her? That IT was the cause of her struggles not to clop to the memory of the abomination taking her sister and treating her like a true mare in heat?

Denclop said softly, then made Big Mac pull out most of the way, leaving only the head inside her. She then thrust back in again slowly and gently, starting to hump into Celestia softly at a pace that would even make a virgin ask her to step it up. Even still, any stimulation was more than enough for Celestia's body after so long without, and she couldn't help but let out another deep moan as another wave of pleasure wracked her.

Celestia looked away, her blush deepening even further as she realized her situation – she was being bred by Denclop, one of her most despised enemies. SHE, the most powerful being in Equestria, was being bred against her will by a monster whom she believed only wanted to rape and force foals into unwanting mares...and she was liking it!? She moaned again as a low tide of pleasure replaced the rampant swells she'd remembered from her many breedings so long in the past. Never before had she been taken so gently, so...tenderly. Every time she had bred before, it had been rough and fast – her past stallions breeding her as their instincts demanded. Not even one had ever handled her so tenderly as this...monster?

~

Big Macintosh continued to slowly mate Celestia for many minutes, his rod slowly sliding as far into Celestia as Denclop could reach each time before slowly drawing it out of her again. She continued to hump into her slowly, almost lovingly, until Denclop felt Celestia's contractions increase in intensity. Then Denclop slightly shifted Big Mac's angle downwards, and that tiny shift in Big Mac's thrusts made all the difference to Celestia as a blinding burst of pleasure whited her vision for a second.

Big Mac's partially–flared head had started to rub against Celestia's G–spot now, each slow thrust spending so long against it and prolonging the supreme feelings of ecstasy it gave her – each excruciatingly drawn–out thrust dragging along that most sensitive of spots making her see white as she was wracked with the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt. She started trembling hard as he thrust slowly into her again, before suddenly Celestia let the animal inside her loose as she let out a loud whinny and came the hardest she ever had before, waves of euphoria washing through her body as she at last experienced what her body had begged her for but been denied for over a thousand years.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

While out in the royal gardens, Luna heard Celestia whinny, with that cry of primal passion probably heard all throughout the entire Canterlot region in the dead silence of night. "Guess you finally took my advice and got yourself a stallion, huh sister?" she quietly said to herself, a soft smile crossing her muzzle as she heard another loud whinny come from the castle. Apparently Celestia was having a good time.

"I'm so glad you finally forgave yourself for that petty little thing and decided to relieve yourself after so long. You deserve it, big sis." Luna said, smiling softly as she then looked at her own companion, both resting under the moonlight in that secret little place."As for you Lumen Lunae, you think you can go for a round two? My sister's cries of passion kinda inspired me to have some more of my own!"

"For you Princess, I would do anything." Lumen responded, scratching his short pitch–black mane briefly; his naturally dark–grey coat rubbing against her as they cuddled after round one, one of his large bat–like wings stretched over Luna's back as he held her close to him.

"Mmm, that's why I always choose you for my heats Lumie. You really know how to treat a mare like royalty!" Luna said with a snicker, well aware of what she'd said.

Lumen couldn't help but chuckle at his Princess's new–found joviality, a total one–eighty from what she'd been like when she'd virtually dragged him from his post to the place they always sated her heats –a little–known alcove that only she, Celestia and now Lumen knew of– and told him to rut her hard, then adding that if he pulled out at his climax he didn't want to know what she'd do to him. Seeing her lightheartedly joking now, it was surprising what a good rutting and filling of cum would do for a mare–in–heat's mood.

As she felt him grinding his once–again–hard totem of virility against her flank, Luna sighed in satisfaction as he stood beside her, with her again resuming the position she always chose to use with Lumen, raising only her rump to him with her lower half remaining on the ground. Lumen climbed over Luna and she sighed at the hooves again softly gripping around her hips, making Luna shift slightly as he mounted her while both moved to line themselves up. Once that was done, fairly easily too given their similar sizes, he slightly increased his grip around her stifles as the head of his shaft touched her lower lips, making both shudder in response.

A moment later, Lumen eased his hips forward as he started burying himself into his Princess again, hearing her groan in approval as he slowly slid himself inside her semen–slick path again, with his substantial previous release and hers making this time much more slippery and Luna much easier to enter.

As Lumen hilted her moments later, Luna patted the ground with her forehoof, apparently asking him to lean down next to her. When he did, his ice–blue eyes went wide as he felt Luna's lips meet his for but a moment, a most brief but meaningful kiss. "Thank you, Lumen. Thank you for your service to me, both in this manner and every night you guard Equestria." Luna said with upmost sincerity, then nuzzling against her guard's muzzle.

"It is the Lunar Guard's honor to serve you and your land, princess." Lumen said, still in shock over the kiss – as he was every time she gave him one.

"We require you to do more then serve Our 'land' right now, Lumen." Luna said, reverting back to her old speech pattern as she started grinding her hips against Lumen's; "We require thee to serve us, thine Princess."

"As you command, your Majesty." Lumen said, bowing his head to her before pulling out of her slit slowly then sliding back into her a second after, his efforts rewarded by an extended groan from Luna.

Their second time was much more relaxed, unlike the frantic rutting their first had entailed. Instead of submitting to his instincts and bucking into Luna like an animal as she'd earlier demanded he do, Lumen instead found a slow, soft pattern – sliding in and out of Luna's velvety walls at a rather leisurely pace, yet hilting her each time. Both could appreciate the slower tempo of this mating after the flat–out rutting that had happened only a few minutes ago, both enjoying the soft, gentle pleasure it gave them to contrast the intense ravaging their previous orgasms gave their nerves.

Both were mostly silent as Lumen slowly took Luna again: after all this was no time for words, only actions. Lumen was always careful to rub his Princess in all the places he'd learned she loved over the few years she'd called on him on her nights of need. Every time he'd massage or thrust just right, Luna would break the silence with a soft gasp or a quiet moan as he hit those ever–so–sensitive spots inside her or nibbled her wing just right, the small noises letting him know he was pleasing her perfectly.

Time immeasurable of slow, passionate mating later, Lumen could feel a tightness growing evermore taut in his pelvis as he felt Luna's inner massage on his length getting more demanding, indicating she was getting very close again as well. As both finally reached the final stretch, Lumen felt Luna's muscles start to squeeze down hard on his stallionhood again, heralding her orgasm as a long and deep moan escaped her throat and the rest of her body tensed in anticipation.

Luna felt as Lumen flared in her, stretching her open that much more as she felt herself slowly ease into her orgasm, the slow pace giving rise to a much more delicate pleasure from this release then the out–right cumming of their earlier rutting. She exhaled slowly from her nose as the gentle pleasure from this orgasm flowed through her, only slightly higher in intensity then that which she'd been feeling their whole mating, but instead made up of a much deeper kind of pleasure. She felt as pulses of pleasure caressed her, making her shudder softly as she came – only the lightest panting coming from her as she had one of her least intense, yet most deeply pleasurable and satisfying, orgasms ever.

~

As Lumen felt himself flaring inside his Princess and increased his thrusts only a bit more, he considered just how he could be so lucky as to be given the right to end Luna's estrus over and over again – but he sure as hay wasn't complaining. Of the many stallion that the Lunar Guard had in its barracks, Luna had chosen him every time for three years to quell her yearly needs. Every single heat she'd called upon him to breed her.

All those thoughts were washed from Lumen's mind in a sea of endorphins as he came into Luna again, humping harder into her as he felt a few more small squirts of his foal-jelly entering his Princess and joining his much larger previous deposit as she started milking him. Lumen felt her rippling muscles massaging his stallionhood and encouraging him to give her more, though there was unfortunately no more to give. Lumen lightly quivered through his orgasm as his dry-pulsing member was kneaded, his back legs threatening to give out from exhaustion, barely keeping himself from collapsing on his Princess after supporting himself on them for so long.

As both came off their gentle orgasms moments later, Lumen remained on top of Luna, neither wanting him to leave her as she slowly eased her rump to the ground and he followed suit. As they reached the ground, Luna felt Lumen lay on top of her and take some weight off his undoubtedly–tired back legs, giving her the slightly–submissive yet satisfying feeling of her stallion laying on her after filling her up.

After she felt his now–soft penis slid out of her, followed by a warm stream of what could only be his seed rolling down her clit, Luna shuddered again and smiled, tapping her hoof on the ground again to get Lumen to lower his head to her level again. When he did, Luna planted a slightly harsher kiss then earlier on his lips, holding it for a few seconds before again breaking contact. "Thank thee again our most loyal guardian, we are most pleased with thine service."

"I am glad I could serve you when I was needed, Your Highness." Lumen said, then got up off of her and went to gather his armor and helmet, long ago torn from him and thrown to the side by Luna soon after their arrival there. "I should be getting back to patrol. The sergeant will have my flank if he discovers I'm AWOL." he explained.

"My guardian? Who better then to give you official leave then a Princess herself?" Luna asked, giving him a small smile and getting a slightly confused look from Lumen in return. "I planned for this and sent a letter to your sergeant explaining that you may 'go missing' tonight, that your duties for the night were to be assigned to another soldier if such were to happen." Luna then pat the ground next to her, indicating for Lumen to lay down beside her again. "As your Princess, I task you with the duty of snuggling and staying with me until further notice!" Luna proclaimed, following her lightly–spoken command with a soft giggle.

Lumen himself smiled as he took the offered position next to Luna, once again snuggling close to her and wrapping a wing around her. They both then looked up into Luna's night, Lumen closely observing the beautiful array of stars the his Princess had aligned herself, with the beauty of the Moon not lost on him either. Occasionally, Lumen would also find his muzzle buried into the mane of his Princess suddenly, not remembering having put it there but not exactly minding – and sometimes he'd feel a soft hoof on the back of his head and guiding it there. Luna smiled as she looked at her mate, knowing with some sorrow that she would soon have to leave him and go back to the castle for her night duties.

Such is the life of a princess.

~

Back in Celestia's chambers, Celestia came again a matter of seconds after her first orgasm ended, letting loose a second very loud whinny as her muscles struggled to keep the stallionhood it had been so long without inside her while she had another mind–blowing orgasm, massaging Big Mac's member and trying to coax it into giving her his heat–ending stallion milk. As Denclop felt Big Mac's throbs increase and his head starting to flare as Celestia milked him, Denclop pulled out quickly, making Celestia whine as she suddenly felt so empty, her heated snatch left spread but unoccupied.

Celestia, the feeling of emptiness unacceptable any longer to her heated snatch after having gotten a taste of what she'd been missing all those years, involuntarily gave an unsatisfied whine, her hole wishing to be graced again by that most satisfying fullness this stallion could give her. Denclop looked down on Celestia's pleading eyes, unable to help smiling at the cute look. “Not yet my mare, my vessel needs to rest a moment. Don’t want him finishing before it’s the right time, do we?”Celestia responded to this statement by winking her clit again, the blush burning upon Celestia’s face as bright–red as Big Mac’s flank as she all but begged to be stuffed again. Her actions made Denclop giggle again, loving to see a mare so desperate for her, and for her Gift.

Denclop then lifted her off the bed and flipped her over, levitating her onto her four hooves and spreading her back legs. After positioning Celestia into Denclop’s favorite position, Big Mac then suddenly mounted and thrust into her slightly harder, causing Celestia to moan and clench around his shaft at the sudden fullness.

Denclop said, rubbing Celestia's wings with Big Mac's hooves while continuing to slowly take her tight snatch, the sensations from the massage earning Denclop another satisfied moan from the white–coated mare beneath. These words seemed to trigger something in Celestia, and she started to let out deep moans and clenched down hard as Denclop then thrust again into her needing passage, pleasure radiating through her once again.

Denclop spoke up again while increasing the force of her rubbing on Celestia's wings, this time using a soft, almost motherly voice – Celestia’s instincts started to take over completely as she felt her whole body relax from the massage and screwing – so when Celestia felt the paralyzing spell release on her whole rear end she instantly took advantage of it, meeting each of the thrusts she was gladly accepting now and grinding against Big Mac’s crotch when he stopped thrusting to catch his breath.

This went on for over an hour: Denclop stopping every time her vessel almost climaxed, unintentionally torturing the mare in an attempt to please her as much as possible. Celestia needed her stallion to cum inside her to end this horrible burning, but instead Denclop was only making it worse by screwing her more! Celestia moaned loudly as Big Macintosh started to enter her again after one such break and started to really pound into her now, his balls and medial ring slapping her clit with each thrust as he finally treated her as all the other stallions long past had.

As he finally treated her like the mare in heat that she was.

~

Deciding that the time was now nearing to Gift the Sun Goddess, an idea suddenly hit Denclop to make this moment memorable to the mare too! One of Big Mac’s hooves moved swiftly from rubbing Celestia's wings down to her flank, trailing along her barrel until it met its destination. When it reached her nicely–rounded rear, which was no doubt a result from all the cakes and sweets Celestia ate to satisfy her sweet tooth, Denclop lifted it and brought it down again with only moderate force – suddenly smacking Celestia’s flank with the side of his hoof right over her cutie mark.

Celestia felt a sharp burst of pain come from her flank as she heard a slap of something hard hitting her rear. She let out an involuntary yelp at the first strike, unexpected as it was – but then moaned even louder than ever before at the second, the pain mixing with her overwhelming over-sensitivity of over an hour of intense stimulation, the combination joining to make a sensation she’d never felt before. Nopony had ever dared to strike the Princess outside of battle before...and especially not during sex!

Denclop cooed, causing Celestia to only moan deeper as Big Mac's hoof once again struck her now–reddening rear, forcing another burst of pain to blend with her pleasure as the sensations overwhelmed her ability to do anything other than thrust back harder onto him. She was a puddle of mush in the hooves of this stallion now, unwilling and unable to do anything but be pounded into by him.

As the hoof struck her once more, Celestia felt a blinding wave of pleasure starting as it had so many times before, feeling as Big Mac’s pulses increase once again. Celestia’s love–tunnel started its contractions around the deeply–buried member once more – but this Denclop didn't time didn't pull out and rest again. Denclop wanted the Sun Goddess to cum for her again, to satisfy this mare who so needed it until she was sure her heat would be properly sated. That a foal would finally be hers. Denclop made Big Mac hunch over her mare now, thrusting into Celestia as hard and deep as he could, and all the while nibbling her ever–so–sensitive wing–base with his muzzle now.

Celestia had forgotten how good it felt to be taken by a stallion – to give up her regal power for a night to them, to give up control over herself and allow them to make her submit to them as nature had originally intended. Celestia felt her legs getting weak as another thrust went so deep into her she swore the tip touched her cervix, then felt another intense wave of pleasure shake her to the core as she felt another orgasm welling up.

Celestia was so overtaken by all the sensations she almost couldn't stand it; his shaft pounding so deep into her starting to flare now and ever so softly throbbing as he neared his climax, his teeth at the base of her wing rubbing into its most sensitive part, causing bursts of pleasure to trace her spine as well as everywhere else. After a few more deep thrusts while on her edge, Celestia's mind simply blanked as she whinnied aloud again, another searing wave of pleasure radiated from her now–clenching passage as she came again, all the while still being assaulted by a barrage of very hard, very deep thrusts.

As Denclop felt her mare further tighten around Big Mac's shaft as she came, her vessel could finally take no more as another primal whinny came from her and set him over the edge as well. Denclop slammed into Sun Goddess as hard as she could a few more time then stopped thrusting as Big Mac's throbs increased in intensity and he slipped over the edge, his head fully flaring deep inside her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Over an hour later, Luna still lay spending time with Lumen...and apparently listening to Celestia orgasm again and again. As she heard the third city–waking whinny, Luna wasn't sure whether to be intrigued by how that stallion was still going at her over an hour after the second whinny, aroused over the situation, or happy for her sister for finally getting laid – so she chose all three.

"By the Moon you chose a good stallion, Celestia!"

"Hey!" Lumen said, his pride taking a small hit from that.

"Well, you didn't make me have three city–waking, whinny–inducing orgasms!"

"Would you like to try for at least one?" Lumen asked, Luna quickly noticing his fully–erect stallionhood standing proudly as he sat up, her heated scent once more coaxing him into action it would seem.

"Is that from–" Luna started, only to cut herself off when the obvious became apparent to her – he'd gotten turned on by her sister's cries of passion, as well as her own needing scent.

"You'd be surprised what a mare's whinnies can do to a stallion's libido." Lumen said, it now his turn to poke fun at his Princess.

"Well then...why don't you put that thing to good use on me than and see if you can earn one for yourself, my guardian?" Luna asked seductively, lifting herself up again into her favorite position with her rump raised high, lightly swaying her flank to entice Lumen more.

"As you command, my Princess." Luman said with a small smile, once again wrapping his hooves around Luna's hips as he mounted her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Celestia felt Big Mac’s cockhead expand inside her, stretching her clenching walls even further and earning Denclop another whinny of pleasure from her as Big Mac’s member then started shooting its estrus–ending cream into her. Thick streams of Mac's virile seed sprayed in ropes into her long–dry passage with each hard throb inside her, painting her centuries–denied walls white with what they'd craved but been denied for so very long.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Four times sister?! Is It even possible to cum that hard that many times?!" Luna asked only a minute in as she was being swiftly rutted by Lumen again – his deep, rapid thrusts spurred on by the cries of a mare during what must be the best night of her life as well as by the slippery, warm softness inside of Luna's foal–passage and her pheromones thick in the air.

"Apparently so...and according to your oh–so–wonderful gripping on me, you're coming up on number three of your own!" Lumen prodded, his teeth clenched at the feeling of Luna's pulsing canal wrapped around him once more.

"Just shut up and buck me harder!" Luna said, knowing his words to be true as she felt herself tensing up, her pleasure rising with another orgasm on the brink as he swiftly rutted her and edged her towards her peak again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

An eternity of mind–blanking pleasure later, Celestia’s mind was just starting to recover from the blinding flash of her orgasm, sensations other then pure pleasure at long last coming back to her: the sticky warmth of the stallion's seed filling her passage, each and every one of the pulses after pulse his penis made inside her with each sending another spurt of his wholesome seed into her passage, each squeeze of her passage on his spraying member letting her feel every vein and bump on it as her tunnel held it in a vice–grip. The warmth of his hot breath on her neck and back as his teeth bit softly into her wing–base...

All of these sensations that she had missed for such a long time for no good reason and only now did she realize just how much she'd missed them.

Never again, she'd decided then. No longer would she deny herself the pleasure of a stallion in her heat. No longer would she reject herself the relief of her estrus and go through any more days of agony over her foolish pride. She decided over one thousand years was long enough to atone and prove to herself she could show self–restraint if she so chose to. This session reminded her of the pleasure and relief a stallion could offer, making her finally decide she'd had enough suffering for one eternity.

Big Mac continued to gush into Celestia for what felt like minutes on end, every spray hitting her cervix and pooling right nearby, his flared head preventing any from getting out as each new spray increased the pressure against her cervix.

Celestia's cervix finally dilated slightly a minute or so later, a deep thrust causing the pressure of his seed welling up against it to finally push through and letting the flood of semen flow into her long–parched womb. As she felt that, Celestia cried out again, the sensation of warmth and fullness so deep inside her one she hadn't felt before in a great many years overtaking her again. By the Sun, she hadn't had a stallion fill and satisfy her needs this deeply in well over a thousand years!

Celestia felt herself clench down on Mac's still–cumming member as her mind again blanked from the sheer pleasure, trembling and whinnying again at the fifth orgasm that her centuries–pent–up libido was finally able to unleash upon her, feeling her long–withered field at long last being seeded and watered.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As he heard the fifth whinny from Princess Celestia, Lumen could take no more as he slammed himself into Luna one last time, feeling her clenching increase around his stallionhood just as he started to flare in her again.

"Oh by the Moon Lumen!" Luna cried out, Luman feeling her tightness increase twofold as she tensed up again – then let out a comparatively soft whinny to the ones that Celestia had been bellowing out as she came her third time. Mission accomplished.

Lumen meanwhile felt the throes of his own orgasm, but had nothing but a single squirt of watery semen to offer his mare now, the rest of his orgasm just him shooting blanks as her passage tried to milk him of more. Not as good of a feeling as with a full load, but still great nonetheless. It definitely helped Lumen's pride that he'd made what was essentially a goddess whinny for him too. Surely that warranted bragging rights in the barracks or something, right?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As Denclop's vessel came deep inside her, Celestia felt different than all the other times she'd bred – an exceptional sense of fulfillment overcoming her as she felt this stallion continue to pump into her. She didn't know if it was that she'd been so long without sex, or that Denclop just knew how to manipulate a mare's pleasure as well, but this time felt different – special even. She couldn't help but let a little shred of hope enter her again that maybe this was the time she would finally get her child. That maybe the foal Denclop had promised her would finally be hers, despite the odds.

After another minute of filling her already-swelling womb and another mind-shattering orgasm for Celestia, Denclop finally pulled out of the now–exhausted mare before her, Big Mac’s orgasm ending with a final spray upon her reddened bottom. Denclop then relaxed Celestia's leg muscles, letting her lower to the bed as her entire body relaxed after her heat–ending rut.

As Celestia’s body gushed some of the massive amount of semen forced into it out and onto the floor, with her womb being too full to hold it all in, Denclop spoke – Denclop said, still using the gentle motherly tone; <It’s OK to be a mare sometimes, and not ONLY a princess – to let yourself go every once in a while.>

Denclop then climbed from over Celestia and laid Big Mac next to Celestia on the bed instead, then held her close to his chest before she started to speak again –

Celestia could only pant in response, her mind still scrambled from her many orgasms and still unable to form words, but in her mind she considered what the mask had said. What it spoke was more than likely just the talk of a sentient spell telling her sweet nothings like it told everypony it did this to, but what if it weren't? What if this really was the time she'd gotten pregnant?

After all, sometimes even barren fields can become fertile again if they're plowed, seeded, and fertilized just right – along with a little luck...and perhaps a little magic...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Soon after she'd finished breeding her mare, Denclop made Big Macintosh carry Princess Celestia to her throne and seat her still–trembling form upon it. He positioned her paralyzed body into a leaning position on her throne with her rear legs spread open, allowing her still–gushing marehood to drain upon the throne-room’s floor, the semen flowing down the stairs leading up to the thrones like a river of white.

Denclop then smiled softly at the sight it caused, a sense of pride overcoming her at seeing a mare like that. As she led Big Mac from the throne room Denclop left Celestia there, leaving the paralyzation spell on and her magic still silenced, leaving her panting as she recovered from her orgasms and drained from Big Mac's.

Denclop knew her paralyzing spell’s effect would wear off minutes after she’d departed its effective radius, but the silencing spell could persist for hours. She could accept that. Denclop used her blink to travel once again, never knowing quite where she’d end up next, just as the throne room doors burst open suddenly.

Author's Note

Whew doggies! Spent all day on this chapter! Virtually meshing two chapters - one old and one new- into one isn't so easy!

...So what was requested of me a few times has finally been done. Hope this met everypony's expectations.

Also added a bit of more subtle and less invasive humor and such with this one, so I kinda hope that's appreciated more then my more blatant last attempts in Chapter 5...

Chapter 9.1: A Teacher's Memories

Pairing(s): Cheerilee(solo), Big Mac x Cheerilee(past depiction)

Contains: female masturbation (hooves) and past depictions of consensual fellatio and cunnilingus.

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Cheerilee sat in the Ponyville Schoolhouse’s only classroom behind her desk, planning the next day’s lesson late into the night and early into the morning, spending all night working on the lessons while awake for...other reasons. She felt the burning in her loins that every mare had to suffer through each Spring, but instead of acknowledging her need and leaving the schoolhouse to find her special-somepony to help her with it, she instead chose to try and ignore it.

Cheerilee thought, then quickly dismissed the notion with a quiet laugh to the empty classroom as she wrote another arithmetic problem down. She knew she was in heat, but she prioritized the education of the young minds of Ponyville more than her own cardinal needs. So she continued to fill out her math and language lessons, trying her hardest to simply ignore the burning sensation ever-smoldering in her rear – and regretting not having taken a break earlier during the town's business hours to get a heat potion to end it for a while.

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Cheerilee had been too busy the past two days to get a heat potion from the market, not only teaching the class every weekday, but also had been organizing a field trip to the Weather Station in Cloudsdale. She'd had to contact Twilight Sparkle about using the spell she’d used to allow Earth Ponies and Unicorns to walk on clouds and ask her to use it on the class and herself, as well as make arrangements with the Weather Team to find a good time for the tour...and finally transportation to Cloudsdale for herself and an entire class of fillies and colts.

Cheerilee had made a trip to the Golden Oak Library –Twilight’s home and Ponyville’s library– instead of the potion shop the previous day to make arrangements for her to cast the spell on them on the day of the trip, but unfortunately Twilight had not been in. Cheerilee had instead left a message with Spike, Twilight's baby dragon assistant, to ask Twilight to contact her when she’d gotten in. Spike had agreed and written it down on a scroll, then had set it aside for Twilight to read later.

Spike didn’t know where Twilight had gone, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to be gone during this time of year. He figured she'd no doubt been sent for and brought to Canterlot Castle again to spend a few weeks there, as she had been every spring in the past. He was used to it, and would just go about his duties as though she were there – sorting books, dusting, and helping the book patrons of Ponyville whenever they'd come looking for a certain book or scroll.

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Cheerilee spat out the pencil she was using to write down the notes of Ponyville’s history when the burning sensation from sitting on the floor finally got too much for her to handle. She’d only been in heat since this morning but it felt like an inferno between her legs already, heralding worse days to came no doubt.

It never usually got this bad until the climax of her heat, when her body was making a last–ditch effort to make her breed – and that was still about four days away. Cheerilee leaned her head back to rest it on the cool chalkboard, sighing in relief at any coolness on her hot body. She got comfortable and spread her back legs, relaxing at long last after a long day’s work of teaching the young minds of Ponyville’s future, then immediately after planning the next day's lessons and enduring the trials her heat was putting her through all day.

Cheerilee couldn't help but let her mind wonder to Big Mac, her special–somepony: his large, muscular form, his bright red coat, his deep, beautiful green eyes, the cute way he’d say “Eeyup” to almost everything, his huge shaft and balls…

Cheerilee’s mind jumped a bit at the unexpected shift of her tone of thoughts, her body emphasizing the tone shift with a burst of heat between her legs. She hesitated a moment and looked around to make sure she was alone – before sticking her hoof into her now–soaked nethers as she finally started rubbing between her lips, giving in to her urges as she finally worked on relieving herself.

It was a good thing she was sitting down, or the burst of pleasure Cheerilee felt as she dug into her slit would have knocked her to her haunches. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she finally felt some semblance of relief, another burst of pleasure jolting through her as her hoof found her winking clit, with Cheerilee starting to focus more on that little pleasure nub as she grew wetter still from the stimulation.

To spur herself on, Cheerilee thought further of Big Mac’s stallionhood – knowing exactly what it looked like and how it felt because she had had “an experience” with him on the first anniversary of their relationship, and a few times past that too. As she rubbed between her lips harder –the ever–increasing pleasure radiating through her– she thought of that night months past, and how it had brought her even closer to her 'Sweetums' Big Mac.

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Cheerilee thought of what a wonderful time they'd had on their date as Big Mac walked her up to her house. After a wonderful dinner to celebrate their one year anniversary – the day one year after the Cutie Mark Crusaders had given them the love poison and subsequently “cured” them of it – Big Mac had walked Cheerilee home like a gentlecolt, stopping at her front door. "Ah got ya a li'l' somethin' Schmopy–Doo." Big Mac said suddenly, pulling out a small box from his saddlebag and giving it to Cheerilee. As she thanked him then opened it, she saw a small but beautiful gold–and–emerald broach in a small silken box.

"I...I don't know what to say! Thank you, Macie!" Cheerilee said, quickly wrapping her hooves around Big Mac's neck and giving him a tight hug – which only ended when Big Mac tapped on her hoof with his own, with Cheerilee then quickly noticing his face turning slightly purple from lack of air. With a bit of a blush she let him loose, Big Mac gulping in air as he recovered. "Sorry Sweetums, I guess I got a bit caught up in the moment. Are you OK?" Big Mac took a few deep breaths before giving her a smile and nod, showing her he was indeed alright.

"Well, I've got your gift inside if you wanna come in." Cheerilee had suddenly blurted out, then wondered why she had – she didn't have a gift for him, and especially not one as special as the one he'd just given her! As she considered it more though, she though maybe she did have a gift for him after all. She'd have to improvise...

~

"Please, have a seat." Cheerilee offered as they walked into her living room, indicating her nearby couch with her hoof. "May I offer you a drink? Perhaps some herbal tea?" Cheerilee asked, deciding it would be only polite to given him a drink after he'd walked her all the way home.

“Eeyup. That'd be wonderful, mah beautiful.” Big Mac said, throwing her slightly off–guard with his sudden compliment and making her blush.

As she entered the kitchen to prepare the tea, Cheerilee couldn't help but grin at Big Mac's soft side becoming apparent, always loving to see the little bits of his true self that he'd sometimes let go past his generally introverted personality. She was somewhat disappointed what a rarity such moments were with him, with him still barely starting to open up to her emotionally, even after their year–long relationship. As the kettle started to whistle Cheerilee threw the tea in before placing it on a tray, then balancing the tray on her rear with the utilitarian grace of an Earth Pony as she then walked back to the living room.

~

It had been so sudden, Cheerilee didn't even know what was happening until she had done done it. She and Big Mac had been drinking their tea and exchanging small talk when suddenly she’d put her tea down and kissed him. A deep, loving kiss. He was shocked by her suddenness, but he quickly kissed back, even moving a hoof to the back of her head as he gently pulled her more into it. Cheerilee couldn't help but let out a small moan as his tongue pressed into her mouth and started rubbing against her own, the sensations of it already starting to turn her on.

They had kissed for a long while as they explored each other’s mouths, Cheerilee and Mac's tongues discordantly dancing in each other's mouth as they pressed their bodies close to one another, a string of saliva connecting them for a second after they finally broke the kiss.

After they broke the kiss, Cheerilee looked down and noticed Big Mac’s member starting to poke out from the intimacy of the kiss – the pink-and-black-mottled head making its first-ever appearance to her. She softly gasped and blushed at the sight, not because it was unwelcome, but because she had not expected it.

Big Mac noticed her reaction to his peaking "Li'l' Mac" and stumbled up to his hooves, grabbing a nearby throw pillow and trying to hide it from her. "Ah...uh...s–sorry, Ah can't really control that!" Big Mac stuttered, his red cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red as he started blushing, his penis hardening further under his mare's watchful eye.

Cheerilee got up and walked over to Big Mac, getting close to him again before kissing him once more on the lips, if only briefly this time. "It's OK Sweetums, I'm not...uh...offended or anything. It's just...wow. At the risk of sounding very lewd, that's quite a nice cock you've got there." Cheerilee finished seductively. Then she got an idea.

"I think it's time for your gift." Cheerilee said as she got very close to Big Mac, then suddenly bumped her side into his – catching him off–guard and knocking him over onto the sofa in a fairly aggressive fashion, the throw pillow falling to the floor as he landed on his side with light grunt and the sofa giving a loud groan at the sudden weight upon it. She then hovered over his rear, lifting his stifle with her muzzle and admiring the now fully-erect stallionhood standing tall and proud before her, watching the small throbs it gave as she breathed softly against it.

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In the present, Cheerilee couldn't help but rub herself harder as she envisioned Big Mac's long, lightly–mottled penis clearly in her mind – its long, slightly–tapering shaft, with the only interruption to that smooth, gradual thinning being his sensitive medial ring. Up top was his nice flat head which could fully flare within her, growing to keep his seed deep within her as he–

Cheerilee couldn't breathe for a moment as she rubbed her clit one last time while she thought of Big Mac cumming deep inside her belly, letting out a series of small squeaks as she suddenly came herself – the thought of that ultimate fetish of hers setting her needing mind off. Pleasure came forth like a dark stallion from a void – the black steed claiming her and dragging her vision to the abyss for a moment, the lack of oxygen making her grey out momentarily as it dragged her under a black water of pleasure's surface once more, her second contraction heralding in another breath–halting wave of pleasure from between her legs and up her spine.

After the nerve–fraying orgasm lasted her a good long number of seconds, Cheerilee finally came off it panting – a small stream of drool going down her muzzle and landing on her chest, wetting her hair on its path down. Cheerilee's hoof and still–spread lips glistened slightly in the dim light of the classroom, her hoof still rubbing in her burning snatch and trying to extend her already–faded orgasm for as long as possible.

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"Wow Sweetums...I never knew you were packing so much down here or I'd have done this ages ago!" Cheerilee exclaimed, being openly lewd now as she looked between Big Mac's rear legs, Big Mac now holding his own leg up as she gawked at his breeding rod. As she looked up to her stallion's face, she could see a small, prideful smile on Big Mac's face as his maleness was recognized and complimented by his mare–friend.

"Oh my Luna, it's so big!" Cheerilee said with only slight exaggeration, curious what further praise would do – watching the smile on Big Mac's face staying small but spreading just slightly wider, just as expected. Cheerilee couldn't help but smile wide herself – happy she could make her stallion happy. He was so easy to please – just a stray compliment here or there, and Big Mac was beaming all day.

Deciding to take it a step further, Cheerilee looking down at his pride, then returning her gaze to his cute li'l' face and looking into his emerald–green eyes as she cocked her head at him, asking wordlessly if she could proceed – as well as loving those lovely, lively green pools she gazed into on a regular basis.

When Big Mac nodded his consent with a blush deepening on his face, Cheerilee motioned for him to roll onto his back and had further spread his back legs – making him lie completely spread–eagle and exposing his fully–erect stallionhood for her to admire some more...

...and apparently to be given his impromptu gift.

~

As she debated what to do next, Cheerilee kneeled down to level herself with Big Mac's crotch and looked over the fifteen–inch length between his legs – totally overwhelmed by its sheer size and unsure exactly what she was supposed to do with it. She'd never been with a stallion before so this was totally new to her, and as she looked at her special somepony's sizable length and girth, she felt a twinge of nerves overcome her.

Cheerilee thought, nearly overwhelmed by the number of 'what if' scenarios her mind pelted her with. As she looked on at Big Mac's stallion rod, she saw it twitch again and noticed him shift in seeming impatience, clearly wanting her to do something already.

Cherilee asked herself as she fought through her case of nerves and started to get to it. She moved her hoof to Big Mac's stallionhood and, working gently as not to possibly hurt him, started a slow pattern of softly stroking his rod.

Cheerilee only slowly experimented with Big Mac's 'little stallion' – only rubbing and exploring his length with her hoof, but even still got soft humps from Big Mac at the lightly–pleasing stimulation. Cheerilee thought, then remembered something from the biology lessfons she taught the older fillies and colts in her class. Oh yeah, he'd definitely like that.

As she thought of a way to please her stallion more from that lesson, Cheerilee gathered some of his pre–cum from Big Mac's tip to lube her hooves up, then moved down to his medial ring and started gently rubbing around its circumference with both hooftips – knowing that was one of the most sensitive places of a stallion's penis. When Big Mac reacted with rougher humps as she rubbed that sensitive ridge and let loose a soft groan, Cheerilee knew she was right on track.

Cheerilee started smiling to herself as she realized she was pleasing her stallion, and that she was the cause of those soft sounds of pleasure – Big Mac just then giving a soft nicker as she rubbed the underside of his medial ring, with that clearly being his most sensitive part. Cheerilee felt a certain degree of pride at causing him such pleasure – the feeling welling up higher within her as she heard each of her stallion's noises, her nervousness totally gone as she now worked to please her stallion more and wanting so badly to repay him for all the happiness he'd given her throughout their relationship.

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After simply rubbing him for a few moments, she noticed Big Mac again shift as his impatience manifested again – subconsciously showing Cheerilee he needed a little something more now. Deciding to do as his body asked and take it up a notch, Cheerilee suddenly lowered her muzzle to his pole, licking around the glans before moving to the medial ring – tracing its circumference with her tongue and focusing closely on the underside before moving her head back up to the tip. As she wasn't sure what to expect, she only took in and licked at the head at first – but the reaction from Big Mac was instantaneous.

Big Mac reacted to the warmth and wetness of Cheerilee's mouth with an instinctive, deep hump into her mouth – taking Cheerilee completely by surprise as his stallionhood pushed suddenly and fully down her throat. It was clearly Big Mac's first time doing anything sexual in a while, and he hadn't expected the sudden warmth, running purely on instinct as he humped hard into the warm wetness surrounding his cockhead.

Big Mac and Cheerilee both immediately pulled back as they realizing he was choking her. "Land–sakes, Ahm so sorry! Ah knew this was a bad idea!" Big Mac stammered out as soon as he quickly regained control of himself, mortified as Cheerilee gagged and coughed for a moment, recovering from his unexpected entry into her throat. "Ah really think we should stop a'fore Ah hurt ya somethin' serious." Big Mac said, then moving to get up.

"I'm –cough– OK." Cheerilee sputtered, softly putting her hoof on Big Mac's barrel to stop him from getting up. After taking a moment to stabilize her breathing and a deep breath, Cheerilee moved to comfort her stallion with a gentle smile. "It's OK Sweetie, really." Cheerliee assured him, moving up so she could stroke her hoof through his mane. "You didn't know what to expect, and I really am fine. No harm done, love." She then gave him a kiss on the forehead, feeling him relax as she wrapped a hoof around this neck and gave him a soft hug.

After she pulled away from the hug a moment later, she trailed down his body with her hoof, ending up at his cutie mark. She gave it a few soft rubs, getting a short, stifled moan from him as she rubbed over that sensitive spot. "This was my idea, and I still want to do this for you. Please?" she asked him, softly rubbing his stifle.

Big Mac settled back down on the couch and after a few moments nodded to Cheerilee, hesitantly agreeing to let her continue. Consarn it Macintosh Apple. You WILL NOT hurt your mare–friend like that again, you hear me?! Control yerself – thrustin' into her muzzle like that ain't how a proper stallion treats his mare! Big Mac scolded himself – upset for losing control like that and hurting the one he loved most, even if only slightly.

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After Big Mac lay back down again on the couch, Cheerilee settled down beside him again and resumed slowly licking Big Mac’s cockhead and shaft, getting him hardened up again in no time – what little he'd lost quickly being restored by her warm, wet tongue and slowly–lowering maw. He resisted the urge to thrust this time, reigning in his instincts and controlling himself for Cheerilee's sake.

Cheerilee started slowly taking him deeper into her muzzle with each bob of her head, eventually reaching the back of her throat. She choked a little when she started trying to deep–throat him, her gag making Big Mac tense up again. For his sake more then her own she pulled back and continued taking it slow, rubbing his barrel to calm him again while learning to relax her throat muscles more each time she went a little deeper on him.

When she’d learned to relax her throat muscles enough a couple minutes later, Cheerilee finally reached Big Mac's medial ring – marking the halfway point of his penis, grinning at her victory of reaching the half–way point on her first try.

Another minute of Cheerilee's slow tongue and throat treatment later, Big Mac finally couldn't hold out anymore – the feeling of her tongue working over his sensitive medial ring, her clenching throat on the rest of his upper shaft and his sensitive head, and his love for her overwhelming him as he tensed up and lost control again as he involuntarily humped deeper, burying himself deep in her throat. His cockhead quickly flared and his entire member started to throb more, giving Cheerilee virtually no warning as he started to cum straight down her throat.

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In present times, Cheerilee upped her efforts at pleasing herself again as she remembered the warm and slippery feeling of Big Mac's warm ejaculate traveling down her throat, the soft throbs of his rod in her throat as he came directly into her stomach. Both hooves carefully navigated her pussy and clit, hitting all the right spots once more and and making her pant at her own ministrations, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching from her honed self–manipulation.

As she remembered how Big Mac's semen had tasted when she'd pulled him out, Cheerilee shuddered as she thought of his seed – virile and able to end her heat. If only he were here to breed her, and sate this horrible heat; here to give her his seed and get her pregnant.

If only...

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After Big Mac's first muzzle–job all those months past, Cheerilee pulled back in surprise and made Big Mac's penis come out of her mouth in reaction to the sudden expansion and warmth going down her throat as he reached his climax – pulling him out and making her catch his second powerful jet of Apple–cream on her face and in her mane. The two stronger ejaculations were followed by many more weaker spurts all over her chest and the floor as Big Mac's orgasm died down – giving her quite the load from so long without cumming, he virtually coated her in his seed.

Cheerilee knew a stallion wouldn't last long, figuring a strong silent type like Big Mac likely wouldn't have much if any experience with mares. She knew what to expect as well, having not only learned about breeding herself when she was an older filly, but also having taught biology in her class to the older students...but she hadn't expected Big Mac to cum this soon, nor this much! Earth Ponies, well known for their stamina in all regards, were supposed to last for up to hours in the sack from what she'd heard, after all! As for the volume, surely he was just REALLY pent up...or did he normally cum this much? Oh Celestia, if that was the case...

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Big Mac meanwhile was in heaven, his eyes squeezed closed tightly and mouth open as he felt the waves of pleasure through his first orgasm in a long while, panting with each spray of his cum into his mare, a jolt of pleasure pulsing throughout his whole body as he welcomed the unfamiliar but oh–so–addictive sensations. Unaware that he was unknowingly coating his mare more and more in his sticky love fluid as he took his dive into the ocean of climactic ecstasy.

After a good while Big Mac’s sprays finally tapered off along with his pleasure, lessening to spurts then finally ending completely. As he calmed down and his body relaxed after his orgasm, he felt completely content. Lying back again with a soft thump of his head on the pillow, Mac let out a soft sigh and nicker in his contentment, completely spent and basking in his afterglow.

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As she fought against her current heat, Cheerilee remembered the feel of Big Mac's warm cum on her chest and face as she focused more on her clit, feeling it starting to wink against her hoof now as she focused her efforts more on that sensitive nub again and intensified the pleasure raging through her body already. She knew she was getting close to her second orgasm already, yet still felt that latent heated feeling always there. Always burning and itching, taunting her attempts to try to sate herself without a stallion. Still she tried, wanting to take the edge off so she could get back to the lesson plans, knowing she very likely couldn't sate her heat with Big Mac at four in the morning.

So instead of her Sweetum's sizable cock inside her, she instead was forced to settle with her hooves, doing the best she could do by herself to calm her instincts and get herself to a more reasonable level of arousal with what she had. She again focused on her clit, pressing her head back into the chalkboard as her other hoof found her flowing slit again, very strong pleasure surging through her but never enough to set her over.

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After she'd gotten Big Mac off, Cheerilee was still somewhat in shock over her sticky shower when he finally finished cumming some seconds later, strings of her stallion's semen hanging from her mane and muzzle alike.

Deciding she needed to clean up before the sticky seed started to dry on her, Cheerilee turned away from Big Mac to go to the restroom to clean up – but instead curiosity overtook her and she reached up and wiped some of the semen off her muzzle, bringing the large white blob now stuck to her hoof up to her nose. She gave it a sniff and then an experimental lick – followed by her shoving her entire hoof into her mouth.

Apples. Big Mac's cum tasted just like she’d bitten into a freshly–picked apple, just with an additional slimy texture and...stallion flavor, for lack of better descriptor. She loved the first taste of him, and started wiping her face and chest clean with her hooves and licking them clean, wanting to get more of that tasty substance that only her stallion could produce.

After she had mostly finished cleaning her face, Cheerilee was surprised with a burst of pleasure between her legs, making her yelp at the sudden, new sensation. Big Mac licked again as she looked back to him, the next licks emboldened by her consent as she spread her legs further, flagged her tail, then nodded to him.

Cheerilee watched Big Mac bury his muzzle between her legs as she felt him lick again on her now–soaked slit, Big Mac apparently noticing that she'd gotten very worked up herself during his blowjob when she'd turned from him. Big Mac had craned his neck out from the couch he still laid on, able to reach her rear unnoticed as she was focused on cleaning herself.

Cheerilee then gave an extended gasp as she felt Big Mac's tongue spread her open slightly and licked a little rougher, starting to lick deeper into her most private area and making her moan at the sudden pleasure flowing through her. Realizing Big Mac was likely straining his neck to reach her at this angle, Cheerilee backed up a bit, making it much easier on Big Mac so he wouldn't have to stretch his neck so far – and subconsciously making it easier for him to get deeper into her as well.

~

Big Mac continued to slowly lick his mare–friend’s wet slit for a couple minutes, enjoying Cheerilee's sweet, somewhat floral flavor as she just stood there continuing to receive her return gift from him, clearly rewarding him as she responded with a soft gasp or moan whenever he'd lap against her clit. He knew the simple licking wouldn't be enough for her for long, and decided to get ahead of the game for her.

Big Mac continued slowly licking Cheerilee's wet pussy for a short while more, and then suddenly got more aggressive – shoving his muzzle and tongue against and into her slit in one quick movement. This caused Cheerilee to throw her head back and give a hearty moan as her pleasure increased twofold, the sudden burst of sensation making her shudder as she pushed further back into his muzzle and started softly grinding against it, making it so all the stallion behind her could smell was her floral–scented sex.

Big Mac's oral service for Cheerilee went on for quite a few minutes – his tongue thrashing and swirling inside his mare–friend's snatch and her grinding and pushing back into his muzzle, the pleasure making her body run on instinct as she tried to get his muzzle and tongue deeper into herself. He would occasionally pull out and lick across her clit, causing her to shudder and occasionally moan at the slight ramp to her pleasure it caused her, her clit winking its approval to him with every lick.

Once, Big Mac even pulled his tongue out of Cheerilee and had focused only on sucking on her clit – the overwhelming sensation causing the mare to whimper at the blinding pleasure, pulling away slightly at the over–stimulation. Big Mac took the hint and eased off quickly, knowing how intense it must be to elicit such a reaction.

~

A few minutes later, Cheerilee suddenly gave a soft whinny as her walls started to clench around Big Mac's tongue – with him having buried it as deep inside of her as he could manage to push it when he noticed her tensing up. Her slit squirted a spray of her juice all over his muzzle and face as her orgasm overtook her, causing Big Mac to flinch slightly at the sudden warmth and wetness on his face.

Cheerilee shuddered and panted as pulse after pulse of gentle pleasure flushed through her – a soft kind of pleasure, unlike the intense orgasms she got with her hoof during her heats. ‘This is way better then my hoof!’ along with ‘I love him so much!’ were two of many thoughts that went through Cheerilee's mind as she continued panting hard – her walls continuing to clench down on his tongue as the gentle, warm pleasure pulsated throughout her, causing her to shudder with every squeeze on Big Mac's tongue and wave of pleasure that accompanied it.

By Celestia she loved this stallion!

~

When she finally came down off her orgasm quite a while later and the soft pleasure finally started tapering off, Big Mac pulled his tongue out of Cheerilee and she gave a final shudder, then slumped on the floor beside the couch as her mind swam in the afterglow. Big Mac got off the sofa and laid down beside her, their muzzles soon meeting in another kiss – first tasting themselves on each other, then tasting their flavors combined – a mixture with the flavor of apple blossoms.

“Love...you...Sweetums,” said Cheerilee through pants after breaking the kiss, still exhausted from her orgasm and basking in the afterglow.

Big Mac nuzzled her cheek, then replied. “Love you too, Shmoopy–doo.” Soon after, their muzzles met in another kiss as they once again tasted apple blossoms – this time Mac's hoof wrapping around the back of Cheerilee's neck, followed soon after by hers wrapping around the back of his as both pulled each other closer in another deep kiss. Cheerilee was exhausted from her losing her virginity to him, and as they held each other close, their eyes fluttered and closed, falling asleep in each other’s warm embrace. Both totally satisfied and grateful to each other for having such a loving mate.

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In the present, Cheerilee’s orgasm came to a head as she finished her memory, her body tensing up again as that last rough rub on her clit sent her over the edge once more. As she felt the first contraction and subsequent burst of pleasure, her hips thrusted up into her hoof as she came harder then the first one, Cheerilee gasping for air as waves after wave of intense pleasure overtook her and her juices squirted on the floor under her desk – the fruit of her labor glistening softly on the wood floor in the candle–lit classroom as she gritted her teeth through the contractions.

As Cheerilee came her second time, quick memories of the other two times Big Mac and she had given each other oral since their anniversary came to mind, making her orgasm that much more intense. Both times they'd gone down on each other, she'd wanted to ask him to mount her and make her his mare – to claim her in the truest fashion and breed her out of season to make her his. Both times, she couldn't bring herself to do it, and had just settled with oral. What if I'm going too fast? she'd asked herself. What if he's not ready yet? She decided to let Big Mac make the first move in that regard, letting her stallion choose when to claim her and truly make her his.

With her eyes closed from the overwhelming orgasmic pleasure rolling through her body and making her shudder, a sudden flash of light so bright she saw it through her eyelids had occurred in the room – instantly putting her on guard even in her orgasm–hazed mind and making her open her eyes quickly to see what the hay had happened.

As she opened her eyes, Cheerilee was greeted by the red–coated figure of her lover,her Sweetums, standing back in the children's desk area – looking just as sexy and virile as ever.

Author's Note

Another story branch, another mare-in-heat. Denclop approves.

Chapter 9.2: Schoolhouse Rock

Pairing(s): Cheerilee x Big Mac

Contains: consensual fellatio, cunnilingus, deflowering, breeding, and impregnation.

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In the Ponyville schoolhouse, Denclop had just appeared with a puff of pink smoke. Cheerilee looked up at Big Macintosh, shocked by his sudden appearance during her heat. Her hoof was still buried in her sopping wet pussy and she was just starting to come off her orgasm, still subconsciously grinding on it to eek out those last few bursts of pleasure after her so recently attempted self–sating of her heat.

When Big Mac appeared before Cheerilee, she quickly sat up and pulled her very wet hoof away from between her legs and hid it under her desk, as well as pushing herself in further and hiding her lower body underneath it. She wondered how he had gotten in, as Cheerilee hadn't heard the classroom door open – the door gave a quiet yet distinctive squeak of the hinges when opened, usually alerting her to when somepony made their entrance.

Upon seeing Big Mac's sheath and hanging balls, getting a nice view as he was turned away from her, her snatch gave a sudden burst of heat and made her wince at the intensity. As she realized her masturbation had only made her condition worse instead of better, a lewd thought crossed Cheerilee's mind as she saw her stallion only feet away – Buck the class planning, I'm getting some of THAT! Her cheeks were still flushed from pleasure and her mind still swam in her afterglow, but she managed to croak out a greeting to the red stallion who could fully sate her needs instead of aggravating them more as she had.

“H–hi Sweetums, how'd you get in here?”

~

Denclop flinched slightly at the sudden voice, then turned around to see a maroon mare sitting behind a desk. She had put on her cloaking spell before teleporting, making herself totally undetectable and made it so it appeared as though it were only Big Mac to any onlookers. As Denclop looked around the room –seeing the various colorings and drawings pinned and taped up around the room, as well as the various small desks that surrounded her– she quickly determined she must be in a schoolhouse.

As Denclop read Big Macintosh’s memories, she learned that this maroon mare behind the desk was Ponyville's only teacher and his “special somepony” named Cheerilee... and he was in a romantic, sexual relationship with her. Surely she needed a foal, judging by her scent so prevalent throughout the classroom.

After all, who better to give a mare her Gift then her very own stallion.

~

Big Mac’s consciousness awoke at the accessing of his most intimate memories and the sight and voice of his most beloved Cheerilee snapped him to full attention. Denclop sensed him awaken, but did not strike him down. She simply couldn't be bothered at the effort of smiting him into unconsciousness once Big Mac’s nose caught a whiff of an overpowering scent of a mare in heat, the already–strong scent amplified by Cheerilee’s earlier masturbation session. Denclop knew this mare needed her Gift – and badly.

~

The real Big Mac stirred a bit in unease, knowing what this creature had used his body for before and wanted none of that harm to come to his love. He nudged at the mental barrier between him and Denclop, trying to get her attention without it seeming like an act of aggression. Denclop felt it and turned some of her attention to him. Big Mac again tapped on the barrier, trying his best to somehow communicate with her not to rape his beloved. Big Mac didn’t know if he could take the emotional hit of feeling himself violating his love, the most important mare in all of Equestria to him, with her thinking he was doing it to her of his own free will.

Denclop thought she knew what Big Mac was trying to say. Big Mac tapped repeatedly, excited that she understood what he was wordlessly begging of her. Denclop considered this. Big Mac’s excitement dimmed at her response, then he softly tapped once on the barrier, as though to beg her not to do this to him.

Denclop knew she couldn’t put her vessel through this kind of torment, knowing he'd for sure try to rebel against her and make her duty that much harder – so instead she sighed mentally in feign disappointment.

~

Big Mac wasn’t sure how to feel about this, breeding his beloved, but without his input or direct interaction. Still, it was still better then being unconscious during such an important time between him and Cheerilee – no matter if it was forced upon him or not. He simply tapped once on the barrier, presuming she’d understand that as a confirmation. Better than not to be involved at all. he thought to himself.

~

Satisfied Big Mac wouldn’t try to interrupt, Denclop considered how best to approach this situation. She’s promised not to be too rough with the mare "Cheerilee" and chose to stand by it. She approached the teacher's deck, carefully navigating the maze of small desks before arriving in front of the deck seconds later. Using Big Mac’s voice, Denclop spoke to Cheerilee in but a soft, sensual whisper –

“Ah can smell ya, Shmoopy–Doo.”

~

In any other situation Cheerilee would have been mortified by what Big Mac had said, but this time such was not the case – she was too horny to be embarrassed and the blush crossing her face was for an entirely different reason. She felt her heart burn with a more intense heat then her loins, although both wanted the same thing – to be with her love and share this most special of times with him. To finally have him make her his mare and give her his foal.

Cheerilee pushed herself back from the desk and stood up on still–wobbly legs as she approached the red stallion, her most special somepony. When Cheerilee reached Big Mac a matter of seconds later, she swiftly brought him into a passionate kiss to which he responded eagerly, their muzzles pressed against each other’s and meeting in an embrace as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

When they finally broke the kiss minutes later, Denclop noticed the small puddle that had developed on the floor between Cheerilee's back legs as the intimacy of the kiss apparently turned her on even more. Big Mac's breeding rod had also hardened during the lovers' embrace, putting the full fifteen inches of horsemeat on display – and drawing more then a little attention from his mare. Cheerilee looked down to see his member and smiled, memories of the past coming back to her once again as she remembered back to their anniversary.

~

Denclop noticed Cheerilee looking down at her vessel's penis and caught her gaze as her eyes rose to his face. She saw that the mare's eyes begged what she couldn’t bring her mouth to ask, an intense need expressed clearly as she silently begged him if she could proceed. Denclop had Big Mac respond with a shake of the head, telling her no.

Cheerilee’s head lowered a bit, disappointed by her lover’s rejection of her advances – but the thoughts of why he’d refused formulating in her head were quickly ended when Big Mac started walking and moved around behind her. Cheerilee wasn't sure what exactly to expect, but she had a good idea – a soft smile crossing her face as she felt his warm breath on her rear and crotch, making a shudder going through her as she felt a soft twinge of pleasure. She felt her tail flag and curl partially over her back as she felt his muzzle so softly sniffing her swollen vulva briefly, then nuzzling her flank affectionately – sending a small trill of pleasure through her as he rubbed against her sensitive mound.

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The real Big Mac watched passively as Cheerilee looked back at him, seeing himself at her dripping crotch. He met her eyes and read the need in them – her need for him to satisfy her. He heard Denclop speak in his voice – “Fillies first, ma mare. Ready?” When Cheerilee nodded her consent, he watched and tasted as Denclop pushed his tongue against his mare–friend’s vulva, the subtle taste of sweet daisies mixed with mare coating his taste buds as he felt the softness of her lower lips on his tongue again.

It was just a soft lick but Cheerilee reacted strongly, pushing against her stallion's muzzle and letting out a soft but deep moan. Big Mac felt for the first time since he was possessed earlier this night that everything about this encounter was alright, that everything was as it should be right now – he was with his love and nothing else mattered to him now. As he heard another moan from his mare, he surrendered himself entirely to the moment and let the memories of the hours past slip away as he took in the sensations of simply pleasuring his mate.

~

Denclop continued to softly lick at the mare’s lower lips, savoring the floral–and–mare–flavor of Cheerilee's needing marehood before her. The mare was dripping her fluid steadily now as Denclop continued slowly licking her entrance, licking up as much of as she could. She loved how each mare tasted unique – each one a new experience to the senses, yet all with the same needs.

The need for her Gift.

The need for a foal.

When she paused for her vessel to catch his breath some time later, Denclop noticed a drop of Cheerilee’s nectar hanging off her clit and shining softly in the dim glow of the candles on her desk. Tempting her to come and get it. Without hesitation Denclop took Cheerilee's pleasure button into Big Mac’s mouth and suckled on the small nub – tasting the sweetness of Cheerilee and earning a gasp of surprise from the mare as well at the suddenness of the action and the huge burst of pleasure it caused her.

Denclop watched the mare's reaction to the sudden blaze of pleasure from having her most sensitive of areas suckled so suddenly – watching as her actions made Cheerilee stamp her forehoof hard several times on the wood floor, clearly trying to cope with the intense pleasure such stimulation was giving her.

~

As Big Mac took her clit into his mouth, Cheerilee nearly collapsed at the burst of pleasure it caused – stamping her hoof on the wooden floor as wave after wave of intense pleasure spread from between her legs and up her spine. Her heat and hormones amplified the pleasure beyond what she'd ever felt before from her hoof or even Big Mac and making her only able to pant as she felt her clit trying to wink in her stallion's mouth, feeling the tip of his tongue tracing circles over the nub and making her tremble as she nearly came on the spot.

Denclop pulled off of the mare's winking clitoris after a moment, not wanting to set her off so soon. As she pulled off the small nub, she instead spread Cheerilee's swollen petal with one of Big Mac’s hooves, causing the mare to sigh at the feelings it caused. Big Mac’s tongue then dove right in – going as deep into her flowing tunnel as it could go then slowly dragged back out, curving downward to trace along her anterior wall. The flavor and scent of the mare's desire overtook Big Mac’s senses as the sound of her soft but long moans titillated Mac’s ears, making Denclop more then eager to keep going and keep pleasing this mare.

~

Cheerilee lasted minutes into the heaven that was Big Mac's service on her slit and canal, the once-leisurely pace of licks and teases slowly escalating to a series of gentle prods or swirls inside her, making the maroon mare sigh and moan in contentment as her needs were at last being tended to. The constantly changing but always slow sensations bathed her in gentle, warm pleasure – like a soft, plush blanket of ecstasy wrapped around her and caressing her every nerve ending. Big Mac would occasionally lick over her clit, even suckling on it a couple times, and every time he would get a soft moan or gasp from her at sudden burst of pleasure. Never would he linger too long nor work it too hard, lest he set her over the edge so soon.

Cheerilee held on as long as she could through the swiftly-building pleasure as Mac's tongue spelunked her cove, the mare displaying the endurance only an Earth Pony could possess as she sat always on the precipice of release, but never quite let herself plunge into the sea of pleasure waiting below. A sudden suckle on her clit harder than any before finally set her over that edge over a half–hour later, finally making her plunge off the cliff and land in the roaring waves of pleasure beneath her with a shudder and a moan.

Cheerilee’s head lulled back as she let out a long–winded sigh, splashing her fluids against Big Mac’s face as she landed into the soft embrace of the sea of orgasmic bliss below. Her passage repeatedly clenched on the source of her pleasure, locking his tongue inside her as she floated in the soft waves of pleasure, her body trying to milk it for what it could not produce. She couldn't help but rub herself against his muzzle throughout, trying instinctively to get him deeper and get more pleasure. She felt her orgasm spike higher still after, another massive burst of sensation flowing through her as Big Mac's hoof moved to rub her winking clit, making her bite her lip as she once again saw flashes of black.

It was a full thirty seconds of pure bliss before Cheerilee finally coasted back to reality, her afterglow starting and making her tensed muscles relax. Yet she still felt the prickle of her heat, only slightly less intense and still there, and knew she was ready for the next step.

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Ever since Cheerilee had met Big Mac last year, she knew she wanted to be his mare, both physically and emotionally. She loved pretty much everything about him, the only thing she didn't being his cold external persona he put on whenever in public. She knew he had a softer side, knew he was more than a simple farmer pony who only spoke in monosyllable responses, knew he just needed help to break through and show his true self to the world.

After their anniversary and their show of love for each other, Cheerilee wanted to take the next step when her next heat came; to have Big Mac breed his mare and to give her his foal, to bring their bond that much closer. To give him the child they'd past talked about, and to truly become his. Perhaps a child of his very own would finally crack Mac's icy shell and give him the courage to show the world what a wonderful stallion he truly was.

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The real Big Mac felt Cheerilee’s passage contracting against his tongue, felt the warmth of her juices splash against his face and everything felt so right at this moment. Big Mac only focused on the mare in front of him as his love was pleasured before him, her cries of pleasure because of him making him wish he had control of himself if only so he could go and kiss her deeply. He heard her soft sigh of release and felt her clenching on his tongue, loving the sounds of his mare–friend being so happy because of his body. He felt his member throb and slap his underbelly and knew what was to come next.

~

Cheerilee knew what she wanted to do next. She looked back at her big red hunk of a stallion with pleasured eyes, then looked Big Mac right in the eyes and once again wordlessly asked his permission, and this time he nodded with a small smile upon his wet muzzle, permitting her to do as she pleased. Cheerilee's eyes widened and seemed to shine as she gave Big Mac another quick peck on the lips before kneeling down and putting her head beneath him, eager to get to work pleasing her stallion as he’d pleased her.

Cheerilee started out slowly just as he had, softly licking at his head and the underside of his stallionhood. Mac responded with a soft thrust, telling her she was doing a good job and encouraging her to proceed, and so she did. She started slowly licking and prodding his member with his tongue for a moment before taking the whole head into her mouth, to which Denclop made Big Mac hump his hips slightly, pressing an inch or two more of his member into Cheerilee’s mouth. She gladly accepted the extra inches, now starting to swirl her tongue around the head and what of his shaft was available to her.

Cheerilee felt her slit burning more then it had before they'd begun, loosing a steady drip of her juices onto the floor as she instead focusing only on bringing pleasure to her stallion. Shortly after, she pressed deeper onto his shaft, bringing a few more inches of him into her maw and continuing to slowly swirl her tongue around it. Sometimes she’d pull him out partially and lick around his medial ring, tracing its circumference with her tongue and getting a moan of approval as his head tilted back.

Cheerilee kept this up for a while, until she felt his member start to twitch and expand in her mouth and his front hoof rest softly on her head, gently pushing her back. She quickly pulled off, not wanting him to cum too soon, for the best part was yet to come and she surely didn't want him finishing too early. She still needed him to end her heat after all.

~

Cheerilee stood up again, having lubed and worked up her soon-to-be-mate, and soon to receive the fruit of her labor. She moved and stopped in front of him, her pussy inches from his muzzle, then swished her tail, permeating the air with the scent of her arousal and getting him even more riled up. She then teased Big Mac with a wink of her clit, asking no, begging, him to take her. She felt her heart swell and butterflies in her stomach as she looked back at Big Mac with a sultry look in her eyes and swished her tail to the side, winking her clit at him again and urinating a little, showing her submission and willingness to him in the most extreme way she could think of.

Cheerilee's eyes started welling up at the emotional intensity of the moment, it being a short while more before she could finally speak what she needed to say. “Oh Sweetums, I just love you so much! I’ve always loved you and have always looked forward to this moment! Please, don’t make me wait any longer. Give me your foal! Make me the happiest mare in all of Equestria!” Cheerilee said in a cracking and shaky voice, bending down her front slightly as she braced for him

Denclop had no hesitation as she approached and climbed onto the mare's proffered back, Big Mac's hooves gripping her barrel and placing his head to the right of hers as he mounted Cheerilee. Denclop halted for a moment, savoring the feeling of a willing mate beneath her.

When Big Mac stopped moving altogether for a number of seconds, Cheerilee sensed this as hesitance. She nuzzled against his muzzle then gave Big Mac a soft kiss as reassurance, as well as being very open with her own desires once again. “Please my love, I want this. Breed me. Make me your mare and give me your foal!”

Despite wanting to ravage the mare silly for the way she was talking, Denclop had earlier learned from Big Mac’s memories that this would be Cheerilee’s first time actually being penetrated, and as such she was still a virgin in terms of actual sex. Denclop decided to take it slow in order to keep with her promise and softly humped against her rear, smearing pre-cum and saliva all over Cheerilee's inner stifles and flank as she tried to find her target without the use of magic.

Finally, Denclop felt Cheerilee’s swollen lower lips graze across the tip moments later, then positioned the head in between and slowly pressed inside her, giving her what she'd begged for.

~

Cheerilee gasped as she felt Big Mac slowly sink into her, plunging his rod ever deeper until he reached a barrier. When he stopped there, she could feel his rapid heartbeat inside of her passage, each throb of his heart barely detectable through his penis as she so tightly clenched around it, but even still adding a whole new layer of symbolism to this.

She was becoming one with him as close as physically possible, their bodies and hearts joined together as one.

Denclop hesitated as she felt the glans of her vessel's penis just against the mare's hymen. Something about this felt wrong even to her, then realized why. This was her vessel's mare. She would not breed his mare essentially right in front of him!

thenspoke to Big Mac in his mind: She then transferred majority control of his body to the real Big Mac, relinquishing control of this moment to him, but still secretly holding a strong grip on him in case he did anything...foalish.

Big Mac was surprised to find he could actually control his body again and that he himself would be able to breed his love instead of having to watch his puppet-master do it. That he would be the one to give Cheerilee the foal she wanted from him and to start their new life together as stallion and mare.

~

Cheerilee felt Big Mac press deeper into her and whimpered softly. “Please, make me yours.” she begged, the wait almost too much to bear as she squirmed underneath him with her burning need at an all-time high, just wishing he’d BUCK HER ALREADY! Shortly after, she finally felt him pull out of her and softly hump back in, starting a slow rhythm. She gritted her teeth at the sensation as pleasure started to again radiate throughout her, so much more intense then with his tongue yet still not enough.

Cheerilee felt Big Mac get deeper with each thrust, a small amount of pain mixing with her pleasure each time and with each hump against that band of flesh inside her getting a little harder than the last. After a number of slow thrusts, she felt him hilt her suddenly – and whined as she felt an intense bolt of pleasure and pain trace the length of her spine when his medial ring rubbed against her clit and he so fully filled her entire passage at once. A small amount of minor pain was also felt by Cheerilee, but was almost un–noticed over the flood of pleasure he gave her.

As he heard Cheerilee whine Big Mac nuzzled her cheek, not knowing if he'd hurt her and wanting to comfort her if he had. After "popping her cherry" Big Mac had stopped instantly, allowing Cheerilee to get used to him being inside her as well as to recover from whatever pain he may have caused her. She felt so tight and hot inside, her inner muscles massaging his member as they contracted and relaxed around him, adjusting to accommodate his sizable girth and making pleasure surge through him as he was welcomed deeper, her powerful muscles trying to pull him further into her of its own accord.

After a moment of adjusting, Cheerilee nuzzled her cheek against her stallion's and whispered her consent in but a lustful whisper: “Take me.”

Big Mac needed no further encouragement and pulled out before giving another sharp, hilting thrust into his love. Cheerilee moaned, followed immediately by a throaty “More!” Big Mac didn’t need to be told twice and started humping deeply but slowly into his mare-friend, causing her to groan softly with each thrust, overtaken by the intense pleasure radiating through her body. Cheerilee almost collapsed to the floor from the bursts of pleasure she was getting as each time he rubbed her love button, but instead locked her hooves into place, bracing herself for the harder thrusts that were sure to come.

So this was what being a true mare felt like. Cheerilee thought as another hard hump made his head touch something deep inside her, with it feeling deep enough to be her cervix. Dear Celestia it feels so goooood to be a mare!

~

Big Mac continued to mate Cheerilee for many more minutes, each thrust slow but deep, going so far as to tap against her deepest barrier occasionally. A while into their lovemaking, Cheerilee started to moan out his name, her cries of passion urging him to embrace his instincts and rut her as hard as his hips would let him but still he refused, his stubbornness winning out as he continued to please his mare.

Big Mac increased his pace ever so slightly over time, picking up speed while holding Cheerilee to him in a tight embrace, apparently trying his hardest to make her first time memorable as he planted kisses all over her muzzle, neck, and crest. Cheerilee meanwhile squeezed around his slowly pistoning member, reacting to each thrust by pushing back against him and occasionally grinding her hips against his when he held still for any time. She could feel every feature of his cock as it journeyed through her passage, feeling the medial ring or head rubbing that special spot inside her that she’d only ever before read about. each rub ramping her pleasure that much higher for a second. Each time he thrusted as hard as he could into her she felt his tip bumping her cervix, causing her to gasp softly every time it did.

One last hilting thrust, one last rub on her clit and it was too much. Cheerilee moaned loudly as she felt her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly around Big Mac's whole length as he still continued to breed her, a wave of orgasmic pleasure once again forcing her under the surface and bathing her in the sensual overload of her release. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MAAAAAC!" Cheerilee screamed out as she came, waves of pleasure overwhelming her and making her nearly collapse once more.

~

Nearly an hour and three more intense orgasms by Cheerilee later, Big Mac’s resolve was finally starting to crack as the pressure in his pelvis finally reached a critical point. With one more rough and deep hump, his resolve finally crumbled completely and he thrust into her hard for the last moments of it, gripping her tight to hold her in place as he finally rutted her as his instincts demanded, getting the last little bit of sensation to finally set him off.

The sudden increase in pace and pleasure caused Cheerilee to scream at the suddenness and intensity of the sensations, her head once again forced under the surface as she drowned in pleasure once more – unable to catch her breath as his flaring head stretched her open further, getting so BIG inside her. She knew what was coming next and mentally braced herself for it.

With one final thrust, Big Mac pressed himself into Cheerilee as far as he could, then let loose. The pressure in his pelvis snapped and instead was replaced with a wave of euphoria as Big Mac's cockhead flared the rest of the way and sealed her passage tight, the deep moan and eager tense from her telling him she knew exactly what was about to happen.

He released with a grunt, shooting his first spray of virile seed inside his mare-friend and causing her to cum again – at least judging by the increase in her wetness and milking, as well as the adorable whinny she loosed. He heard her primal cry of ecstasy as it joined his own moan, creating a unique melody of the lovers in their climax.

Big Mac collapsed upon Cheerilee's haunches partially, his back legs wobbling from the intensity of his orgasm as he shot his sizable load into her. For the first time that night, he felt intense pleasure at his orgasm, something more then the endorphins making this climax beat all the others he'd been subjected to tonight in spades and making his head jerk back at the intensity. The pleasure that his love for the one he was breeding gave him nearly made him pass out and spend all night inside her, to be with her as she so deserved. To be her stallion.

" Maaaac!" Big Mac barely heard through the blood rushing through his ears, Cheerilee apparently screaming his name out in this moment of passion. Big Mac couldn't help but smile at hearing her screaming out his name. Screaming out the name of her stallion, the name of the one she so loved and who at last made her his mare.

The stallion who had likely just sired her foal.

~

Cheerilee mewled out Big Mac's name as another wave of pleasure flowed through her, her mouth barely even able to form it as the soft ocean of pleasure once again embraced her and coated her in a soft orgasmic blanket as she milked his spurting member, her body encouraging him to give her all of his life-giving seed. She sprayed her juices on him for the fifth time, giving his already-saturated crotch a fresh coating of mare-juice and making most of it instead drip off and land in the large puddle of her previous releases on the floor.

While it wasn’t the dam-breaking flood he’d come to expect while being possessed by Denclop, with her not having used the mist on him nor Cheerilee, Mac's release wasn’t a small amount either. He shot into Cheerilee for a solid ten seconds, filling her entire passage and womb – so much so that some leaked around his flared head with another soft thrust, dripping out of her to mix with her juices on the floor. While he'd filled her, Cheerilee turned her head and met her muzzle with his, giving him a rough kiss as her kept pumping into her. Finally getting that kiss he'd wanted all along.

The real Big Mac felt as he slid his tongue into Cheerilee's mouth, feeling as their tongues met and danced as his orgasm finally started to taper off, the bursts of pleasure finally becoming less overwhelming for him in tandem with his shots of semen into Cheerilee becoming smaller and smaller.

As he held her close to him and Prench kissed her, his stallionhood still throbbing deep inside his mare, all he could think of was just how much he loved his mare. How much he loved his little Shmoopy-doo.

~

Cheerilee never wanted this to end. It was like they were one pony, sharing the same body and heart. The same heartbeat. She placed her ear against Big Mac's chest, listening to his heartbeat as he held her close. She could now both hear it and feel it inside her through his breeding rod still buried so deep in her passage, his heartbeat starting off as a thunderous series of thuds just after his orgasm to a much slower thu-thump as they rested.

They stayed joined as one until Mac's stallionhood finally softened and slipped out of her some minutes later, followed by a shiver from both and a drizzle of his cream from her. After he left her Cheerilee lowered to the floor, finally allowing herself to collapse and recover from her total of six orgasms in just under one-and-a-half hours.

Big Mac wished he could stay with her all night and be with his love after such an intimate and important part of their life, but Denclop clearly decided that it was time to go find another mare in need of her as soon as he was free from Cheerilee's well–filled tunnel. Big Mac sadly sighed mentally as Denclop retook full control over his body and walked him outside, forcing him to leave his one and only love and inevitably going to be forcing his body to impregnate more mares against his will.

On the way to the door, Big Mac thought he could hear a soft “Wait, my love...” come from Cheerilee and felt the virtual knife in his heart twist further, wishing so badly he could do as his mare asked – but once outside and out of Cheerilee’s sight, Denclop cast the blink spell, leaving Big Mac more then a little sad at not even being able to even share the afterglow with Cheerilee. With but a flash of pink light, Big Mac was gone again.

~

Cheerilee got up after she noticed Big Mac's absence, finally coming out of her orgasmic daze some time later. She went outside a moment later looking him, still dripping her lover’s gift onto the ground and speckling the wood floor with white. When she couldn’t find him after checking the building and surrounding area, she sniffled as her eyes filled with tears. She'd wanted to spend more time with him, to share this most important event with him more. She’d been so busy with teaching and him so busy with work on the farm that they’d hardly been able to see each other much these past few weeks.

Cheerilee sighed at the loss of her companion but perked herself up with the fact that the weekend was coming soon and she could probably head down to the farm and see Big Mac then, with the children out of school and him usually getting the weekends off. To make plans for their future together and for their foal, which he'd undoubtedly given her tonight.

Cheerilee patted her contented belly, sighing as she felt that the satisfying warmth and fullness Big Mac had given her had replaced the horrible burn of her heat...and then looked at the mess they’d made. A massive puddle of their combined juices sitting on the floor near her desk, then a stream of white trailed to the door and back. Cheerilee sighed and knew this was no way to have a classroom look, so she quickly grabbed some cloths they’d used for painting smocks previously and proceeded to clean up their mess.

"Boy Mac, you really did put out for me didn't you?" Cheerilee whispered to herself with a blush, quickly getting to work cleaning their combined puddle off the floor.

~

After she cleaned up, Cheerilee disposed of the rather soaked cloths in the trash bin around back before packing her books and other supplies into her saddlebags, intending to continue the planning after she’d had some rest, feeling totally exhausted after such an intense breeding. She then locked up the schoolhouse and headed home in those wee hours of the morning, fatigue and resident endorphines making her woozy and unfocused as she stumbled home like a mare who had drank too much hard apple cider.

Upon arriving home a few minutes later, the first thing Cheerilee had done was chug a small bucket of water, dehydrated from all the fluids she'd lost during her earlier sessions with Big Mac. The second was a long, hot shower to relax her over-exerted muscles and aching back, as well as to clean the dried-on fluids of her and Mac's breeding from earlier. As she left her shower, she then brushed her teeth and went to bed, dreaming of the future she’d have with Big Mac and their foal.

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By the time Cheerilee awoke the next morning and headed out to the schoolhouse, one of Big Mac’s sperm had already found and fertilized her egg. In eleven months, she’d birth her and her soul–mate’s foal, their love embodied.

Author's Note

A bunch of romance in this one...and just in time for Hearts and Hooves Day. Yay!

Chapter 10: Sleepover in Canterlot

Pairing(s): Twilight Sparkle(solo)

Contains: sexual aftermath and discussions, female masturbation (magic).

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After arriving back from their adventure in the Everfree Forest, Twilight and Zecora both stood agape in the Canterlot throne room at the lewd scene before them. Princess Celestia was seated on her throne, her lower belly heavily swollen and her hind legs splayed open as she panted from her exhaustion. Her pussy lips were spread, exposing the pink-and-white interior, her over-filled womb expelling the excess of the massive load forced into it, semen flooding down her throne and onto the floor before it, forming a sticky pool at the base.

Twilight's magic gave out from shock at the sight before her, causing the box to hit the ground with a resounding bang. Celestia was unfazed, giving no reaction to the loud sound, only continuing to lean on her throne as she recovered from her hour–long breeding's ending only minutes ago, panting heavily with her head leaned back as her afterglow still burned strong.

After the initial shock of seeing one of her best friends like this wore off, Twilight was the first to react, nearly panicking as she saw her mentor in such a condition. She galloping as quickly as she could up to the steps, almost tripping on the box she had so shortly before dropped in her haste to reach Celestia.

Zecora followed close behind the galloping Twilight, carefully avoiding the now–forgotten box herself. As Twilight and Zecora reached the top landing of the stairs, the paralyzation spell on Celestia wore off, causing the exhausted Celestia to suddenly fell off her throne, her muscles too overworked to hold her up. Celestia fell roughly to the floor onto her side, a dull thud heard as she landed in the pool of the semen she had expelled. She issued a soft moan of pain and that only spurred Twilight on to reach her mentor that much sooner and closing last of the distance between them with a blink spell.

Upon reaching Celestia, Twilight stood over her for a moment with tears in her eyes, imagining all of the horrible things that may have happened to her in her and Zecora's absence. Celestia slowly raised her head, looking in her long-time protege's eyes only for her head to lower again as her strength once again faded. Twilight's brief glance into Celestia's eyes showed her a different pony than the happy, lovely Princess of the Sun she was used to, seeing instead only a distance look in them, as though Celestia were looking through her instead of at her.

Twilight slowly opened her mouth and barely managed to squeak out her question; "What...happened?" After Twilight spoke, Celestia's eyes focused upon hearing her pupil's voice, actually looking at her this time instead of giving a thousand-yard stare. Celestia then attempted to get up, shakily lifting herself to a sitting position even as her haunch muscles screamed in protest, her body still exhausted from the exertion the last hour and a half had caused her and very dehydrated from all the fluids she'd lost through sweat and orgasms.

In a raspy voice, Celestia managed to choke out a request for water and Twilight quickly galloped out of the room upon hearing her request, heading to the kitchen to retrieve a drink for the parched mare.

Twilight returned moments later with a whole bucket full of ice–cold water, which Celestia quickly polished off. She thanked Twilight after catching her breath, having guzzled down the entire bucket in one go. A wave of embarrassment overcame her and blush developed on her face as Celestia looked down and saw her condition – her belly still swollen with semen, her soaked and still-engorged crotch easily visible through her seed-matted tail, and her flank reddened with very obvious hoof-marks still on it. As the feeling of semen starting to dry on her reddened rear and side, as well as the sheer embarrassment of appearing before Twilight of all ponies like this, became too uncomfortable, Celestia blushed hotly and excused herself to clean up, leaking a trail of seed behind her as she quickly made her way to her personal bathroom.

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While cleaning up and ridding herself of as much of the vile semen as she could, Celestia debated on how she would tell the others what had happened in the least embarrassing way possible. She considered it as she ran the bath water as well as while she bathed – cleaning the sticky, caked-on mess from her fur as the warm water slightly stung her sensitive flank and marehood. After she finished her bathing some minutes later, she decided that she should just be blunt with them about what had happened between her and Denclop. It was important information on an enemy that they needed to know, after all.

As Celestia walked back to the throne room, she approached the door and heard sobbing from inside. As Celestia pressed her ear to the door, she heard Zecora comforting Twilight – telling her in her own rhyming way that she just knew Celestia was OK, despite how things looked earlier. Celestia took a deep breath to steel herself for what she needed to tell them, then pushed open the throne room doors.

Twilight immediately raised her head upon hearing the door open and quickly thereafter got up to her hooves – galloping over to Celestia and wrapping her in a tight hug, holding her oldest friend tightly as she tried to comfort her. Celestia felt a wetness on her chest and heard a sniffle, realizing that Twilight was still crying.

Twilight continued to cry into Celestia's shoulder for a couple more moments before she could finally bring herself to speak. "I–I was so worried about you. A–are you OK? Was it D–Denclop?" Twilight said in a cracking voice, her voice an octave deeper than it normally was from her shed tears.

Celestia held Twilight close – trying to comfort her just as Twilight was trying to comfort Celestia herself. "I'm fine Twilight – really, I'm OK. Please calm down." she said in a motherly tone, hoping to calm the distraught mare hugging her so tightly. Celestia held the crying Twilight as she became the comforter instead, hugging her and softly shushing her, quietly assuring her she was OK.

Twilight finally calmed down after a few more reassurances from Celestia, releasing her tight grip around Celestia's neck and finally letting her get a full breath. Twilight went and sat down next to Zecora again once she was sure Celestia really was unharmed, then Celestia walked over to and stood before them.

Celestia again cleared her throat and began to speak. "I'm sure you are wondering what...happened...to me while you were away." This caused the other two mares to lean in slightly, with Celestia taking another deep breath and steeling herself again. "I'm sorry you had to see me that way, but I had no choice in the matter. Shortly after you left, my tracking spell picked Denclop up. Denclop apparently counter–traced it, as while I was preparing to capture her, she instead teleported to me and made my spell malfunction. Taking me by surprise, 'It' disabled my magic, paralyzed me, and 'had its way with me', then leaving me on my throne that way as an apparent mockery of my status."

Celestia blushed and could only imagine what was going through the others' thoughts about her after telling them that. Twilight and Zecora only shared her blush as an awkward silence formed, the only sound in the throne room being from Twilight as she nervously hoofed at the floor.

The awkward silence pervaded throughout the throne–room as the mares tried to think of something to say to break it – leading Twilight to finally speak up when her intense curiosity and urge to know finally overtook her. "What did it feel like when...Denclop 'ejaculated' in you?" she asked suddenly, with both Celestia and Zecora's eyes opening wide as they turned to look at her. Twilight immediately hid her face behind her wing in embarrassment at what she'd just asked, realizing too late just how much of a personal question that it was.

Celestia's blush deepened at such an intimate question – but decided that if this had gone this far already, she may as well tell her. Besides, Twilight was like family to her and was only curious...right? May as well quell her curiosity. "It felt like the best lay I've had in centuries! He filled me with so much jizz I thought I was going to black out! It was so warm and so much...left me so very full and satisfied..." Celestia answered in a surprisingly jovial tone as her afterglow settled in again, somewhat confusing both her companions at her sudden change of mood. As Celestia's mischievous side kicked in, she turned to Twilight. "I told you about my encounter – what about you, Twilight? How good was your time with Denclop?"

Twilight peeked through her feathers and could barely squeak out her answer. "It was...good?"

Celestia grinned and decided to prod Twilight more, now curious as to just HOW good. "How good? From the sounds you were making when Zecora and I arrived, it sounded like you were really cumming hard!"

Twilight's blush was hot enough to melt steel at this point and she found herself only to reply with a very meek "It was...very...good?"

Satisfied enough, Celestia then looked to Zecora with a wide grin and now proceeded in prodded at the blushing Zebra instead. "...and yours? Did Denclop buck you good too?"

Zecora blushed deeply, but knew better then to refuse answering a question from a Princess. "If about my breeding you must know; then I will tell you it was not slow. Like a beast did he ravage me, and filled my very core he did completely."

All three mares felt an uncomfortable horniness at this point, their loins now burning for attention, the whole room smelling of aroused mare at this point."Well...now that we know Denclop's a good lay, let's focus on stopping it instead, shall we?" Celestia said suddenly, instantly killing the mood as she shifted swiftly back to her serious demeanor. "Did you retrieve the box I sent you for?" Celestia asked, with both Twilight and Zecora nodding in response, Twilight then levitating and showing Celestia the box they had brought back.

Celestia looked the box over, looking for key details, and upon finding them determined that the box was indeed the right one. "Yes! Yes, this is it. Now all I need to do is cast the unlocking spell and learn the kill phrase. Then we can find Denclop and end this!" Celestia nearly shouted in her new-found vigor, now even more eager to end the mask's reign of terror on her subjects after she herself had become a victim to 'It'.

Celestia inserted her horn into the hole on the front of the box and tried to cast the unlocking spell – only to have a sharp pain develop behind her horn as she tried to focus magic into it, forcing her to stop before she blacked out from the strain. She tried again –insistent on breaking through the block– but was only rewarded with more pain and the same result: nothing. Finally she stepped back, sighing defeatedly as she realized what was happening. "It seems that Denclop's counter-magic is still in effect on me and–"

"I know!" Twilight blurted out, unintentionally interrupting Celestia as an idea came to her – "I can cast a basic counter–spell on you! That should dispel the anti–magic spell, right?" Celestia shrugged, not knowing herself if it would work. After Celestia nodded for her to proceed, Twilight's horn lit up and she approached and touched it to Celestia's – Twilight's violet magic–aura soon after encasing Celestia's horn as well as her own. The violet magic aura then stayed on Celestia's horn for a moment before fizzling out – and hopefully the counter–spell's effects fizzling out alongside. Stepping back, Twilight decided to see if it had worked. "Try to cast a spell, Celestia." Twilight asked, looking to the named elder mare.

Celestia nodded, then tried to cast a simple levitation spell on the nearby box. As she felt a sharp pain behind her horn again, she soon stopped trying as she saw the blackness start to come up again to the sides of her vision. Celestia shook her head, Twilight's own head lowering in disappointment. "Well, at least we tried..." Twilight mumbled.

Celestia nodded her head and placed a comforting hoof on Twilight's shoulder. "I guess this spell can only dissipate, but I don't know how long that will take..." After a brief pause, Celestia sighed as she realized their position. "It would seem that until this wears off, there's nothing we can really do about Denclop. Only my or Starswirl's magic can unlock it...and he's unavailable for obvious reasons."

As Celestia looked over at her two companions –both slumping over and struggling to keep their eyes open after such a long day– her own fatigue showed itself as she herself yawned. "I'm sure you both are exhausted after such a day – I know I am. Since we can't really do much else until this counter–spell ends, we all three should get some rest..." Celestia felt a pang of guilt as she said those words, almost as though she were betraying all of the mares that would be forced to breed tonight of her own free will. "You are more than welcome to stay the night here. Follow me and I'll show you to your rooms." Celestia said, indicating for Zecora and Twilight to follow her. The duo both weakly nodded in acceptance of Celestia's offer, both feeling their own weariness surface further at the mention of sleep.

Celestia showed her two guests for the night to their rooms, Twilight to her old room and Zecora to a nearby guest room, before bidding them good night. She then headed off to her own bedroom and collapsing upon her bed the moment she reached it, the last thought crossing her mind that she'd likely only get a couple of hours of sleep before the time to raise the sun came... provided the counter–spell had worn off by then. She then fell asleep mere seconds after, thoroughly exhausted from the stressful and physically exhausting day.

Zecora also soon after fell asleep, the softness of the royal–standard bed comforting her as she quickly fell into the oblivion of the dream realm. Before she did fall asleep however, Zecora couldn't help but think that maybe stopping Denclop wasn't such a good thing, if stopping It meant denying other mares such as herself of a foal they'd long wanted but never had the chance to get. As she slept, she again dreamt of the foal she would have now thanks to Denclop, of the things she could do with her foal when it was released into the world about eleven months from today.

Twilight couldn't sleep, tossing and turning as she thought of the others' recounting of their times with Denclop. Unable to stop her thoughts from turning...naughty. Her mind rebelled against her, bringing up thoughts that she didn't really want – of both Zecora and Celestia being mounted and rutted by Big Mac, imagining what them feeling their bodies being pumped full of seed would feel like. Imagining the feeling that she'd wanted to experience but had been denied. The feeling of being given a foal.

Twilight's slit was soaking wet, the thoughts having quite an effect on her body, her body aching for her attention and her pussy dripping wet in seconds. The more she thought of her friend and her mentor both being rutted hard, the more it caused her fluids to stream down her flank and onto her tail and the bed-sheets beneath her. Unbeknownst to her Twilight's heat had flared up again, the heat potion from earlier's effects had started to wear off.

It would seem Zecora had prepared that batch only partially before she'd gone to tell Big Mac it was time to leave earlier that night, leaving out the herb that increased the potency of the potion, which would have allowed it to stave Twilight's heat and related fertility off for twenty-four hours. In her hurry to reach Celestia with the news of Denclop's escape, Zecora had forgotten she hadn't added the herb, instead bottling the potion quickly in case another mare was helpless under Denclop's influence as she was. Without that herb however, the potion instead would only last a couple hours.

The potion she'd given to Twilight about two hours ago.

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Twilight felt her slit swelling further as she thought of Celestia and Zecora's times with Denclop, engorging and lubricating itself in anticipation of a stallion that wasn't there. Twilight groaned at the uncomfortable horniness welling up in her, deciding to just be done with it and relieve herself as she had earlier. Without hesitation she reached a hoof down under the soft sheet, a second later her hoof making contact with her swollen lips as her mind was ravaged with thoughts of Zecora's pussy being impaled on a huge 'penis'.

Twilight sighed and lightly shuddered at the contact of her hoof on her marehood, pushing further on and spreading her lips as she pushed her hoof–tip further then she ever had before. She gasped as she felt her hoof hit a particularly sensitive spot and gave it another rub, imagining her hoof–tip was instead Big Mac's 'glans'. Twilight groaned loudly as her head pressed back into the soft pillow, a blaze of pleasure burning through her body and causing her to buck her hips softly against her hoof at that thought and action. She continued to focus on that spot for a while before the pleasure became too overwhelming to her, only then finally backing down some to focus on her lips instead.

When Twilight found herself unable to 'orgasm' after a couple more minutes of rubbing herself, she knew she needed something more to get over this plateau and reach the 'orgasm' she so desperately needed – and then she had an idea. What if I were to just make myself a 'penis' out of magic?

A moment later Twilight's horn glowed with her violet aura as she fed some magic into her horn, blushing heavily at her thoughts, then actions, as she then formed a small mass of solidified magic in front of her. With but a few thoughts, she quickly willed the violet mass into a solid yet transparent 'penis' – a scaled-up, three-dimensional magic replica of the image from the book about mating. Twilight couldn't help but drool a little as she looked at her magical creation, looking at the anatomically-accurate, violet-glowing imitation of a stallion's member now levitating above her.

"Well... let's see if this works..." Twilight whispered to herself, rubbing some of her excessive fluids over her sensitive mound with her hoof and moving the magic stallionhood between her stifles. As she then carefully pressed the magic against her, Twilight felt the tip of the arcane dildo press inside herself, making her moan softly as a sudden flash of pleasure flooded her body. "OOOOOOOOOH yeah..." Twilight moaned out as her new-found need was partially sated, then quickly introducing another couple inches into herself, unable to contain a much louder moan as she felt herself being spread open again.

Twilight realized that not only did the magically-formed dildo spread her in all the right ways, but that it also had that latent tingling that all magic gave when it came in contact with flesh – a gentle, almost-electric static not unlike flying through a thundercloud. When Twilight introduced that light electrical feeling to her sensitive passage, her hips instantly arched up against the dildo, introducing another few inches of the magic into her now-clenching body and gasping at the massive wave of pleasure those few more inches gave her. Twilight brought her other hoof to her clit and started rubbing it with the very tip, barely able to stifle her passionate scream as her already powerful pleasure doubled instantly, her hips jerking up and down as she did.

Twilight hilted the dildo into herself before pulling it out again, subtly manipulating the magical mass now inside her to her own desire. She made it a little bigger by feeding more magic into it, feeling it delightfully force her passage open a little more as it adjusted to the expanding mass and giving her a sensation like nothing a stallion ever could. Trying to form from memory the stallionhood belonging to Big Mac.

"Oh–mi–gosh oh–mi–gosh oh–mi–gosh!!" Twilight babbled, her pleasure momentarily devolving her speech to a chant of pleasure. When she could concentrate again, Twilight started to further add to and reform the magic at the base of the dildo to include a couple of 'testicles', making them to be a softer concentration of magic then the rock-hard shaft and to be affected by gravity and momentum. As she finished forming them, Twilight felt the end result as the two new additions slapped against her flank, making her softly yelp at the new sensation. As she felt the orbs again hit her flank and at the same time an ache of over-exertion from the hoof at her clit, Twilight got another an idea.

"What if I just..." Twilight started, rolling over with her chest on the bed. She then stuck her flank into the air, the new position letting the arcane shaft sink deeper into her then it could before. "Yessssss!" Twilight hissed, quickly learning that her theory was a success as one of the artificial balls hit against her clit, sending a burst of intense pleasure surging through and making her involuntarily squeeze on the now–slightly–pliable magic. As she felt the medial ring rub her clit on the next thrust in as well, Twilight saw a flash of white as she panted for air, feeling her climax coming up swiftly as the magical spheres once again hit her love button.

"By Celestia, why didn't I think of this soooo much earlier?!"

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Another minute of carefully manipulating the magic to please her the most she could make it, Twilight was pounding the arcane cock as hard into herself as she could make it go, reeling from the pleasure each time she pressed it in. When it was once again as deep into her pussy as she could get it, she moaned deeply as she ground her slit against it, feeling herself peaking at last as her orgasm approached closer with each thrust in, overstimulating herself to the point where all she could see was the blackness of her sealed eyelids and the stars dancing behind them.

"OH...MY...CELEST–mmmhmmm!" Twilight moaned out as she continued to desperately grind against the new stallion's undercarriage she'd formed with her magic, somehow keeping enough concentration to not only keep the magical stalllionhood actively humping into her, but also making its diameter change rhythmically ever-so-slightly to simulate the pulses she'd felt from Big Mac just as he neared his 'orgasm'. At long last, Twilight felt her orgasm was neigh, yet still barely out of reach. All she needed was a little push to get it – and she had the perfect idea for how to tip herself over.

Twilight increased the length of the dildo so it would bump against her 'cervix' with each pump in, adding a small amount of pain to her overwhelming pleasure each time it did. She increased the length again as she felt her cervix starting to spread for the second time that night, before finally feeling a flood of endorphins as she finally did it with a particularly hard jerk upwards. As she'd finally achieved that ultimate penetration she'd earlier had with Big Mac.

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The world stopped for Twilight as she tensed up after her cervix was penetrated, her mind simply blanking to everything that wasn't related to that singular sensation. The pain was there as it was the first time yes, but the way it mixed with the pleasure made it so that the feelings were a blur, so intense joined they were indistinguishable.

From that ultimate burst of stimulation, Twilight at last felt herself rocket off her stalemate of pleasure, feeling her passage start its contractions as she embraced her very intense climax. She forced herself to maintain her concentration on the spell even as she came the hardest she'd ever had, keeping the magic length rubbing even deeper along her entire tract and inside her womb now and making herself virtually convulse at the over-stimulation, making the glans expand to a very large size, much larger than any stallion could manage."M–Make me a mommy!" Twilight heard herself plea through the blood rushing in her ears as she finally tipped over, increasing the 'throbs' of the magic inside her pussy.

Finally, everything was just too much for her to take. Twilight's vision faded to black as she passed out from the physical and mental overexertion she'd forced upon herself, her body giving out and making the magic length spreading her fade into nothingness once more, leaving her well-spread lips and passage to close on their own, her bed an off-white-soaked mess of mare-cum.

It would seem Twilight fell unconscious before the itching sensation and scent of her heat could warn her of its presence, leaving her unaware of her condition as she entered Luna's Dream Realm...

Author's Note

*GASP* WHAT A WAY TO USE MAGIC, TWILIGHT! :twilightblush:

The plot thickens, it would seem - like Celestia's at an all-you-can-eat cake buffet! :trollestia::heart:

Well, this chapter was surely something new to write. Haven't really played around with 'magical applications' in the past, so I decided it may be fun to try out. What do y'all think? Y'like it?

Chapter 11.1: Nature-Watching

Pairings: Angel Bunny x Sasha(bunny OC), Fluttershy(solo)

Contains: female masturbation (hooves), mental fantasy of sex, voyeurism, and animal (non–pony) breeding including impregnation.

Fluttershy awoke at her usual time in the morning, about two hours before Celestia would raise the sun. She'd always gotten up this early ever since she was a filly, when she'd dropped down to the ground and learned of all the adorable animals down here and thereafter her special talent to communicate with them. She had to get up early to take care of all of her animal friends after all!

Fluttershy had a quick breakfast of her own and then went on to feed all her animal friends inside the cottage, her daily routine continuing as normal despite her condition. They always woke before or shortly after she did, adapting to her early-bird schedule over the years they'd lived with her. After feeding them, Fluttershy then grabbed a firebug lantern and hung it on a hook attached to the front of her wagon, into which she shortly after piled the multiple bags of food from a storage shed nearby her cottage that she'd need to feed her outside critters. She also included a big container of honey for Harry the Bear in case he'd decided to visit her this morning as he usually did, as well as a good number of carrots as treats for all her bunny friends.

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A short while later as Fluttershy was refilling the bird's seed dispensers, she heard a soft moan from what sounded like a small animal come from within the nearby bushes as well as heavy panting. Her eyes went wide, and while her first instinct was to run and hide, her second was more selfless. Those sounds may be a hurt animal that needed her help after all! A sudden animal squeak from the bushes clinched her decision, and she slowly made her way over to the bush and quietly parted the branches.

The scene before her made her cheeks grow flush and her wings to rise to attention. In the faint light of her firebug lantern combined with the light of the full moon, Fluttershy could see that Angel Bunny was not five feet away, mounting another of her rabbits and seemingly holding her hips tight as he started thrusting softly. He was clearly initiating breeding, trying to find purchase and enter her. From what she could tell, it was the cute brown female she'd adopted earlier in the week and named Sasha.

When Fluttershy watched Angel give one particularly deep hump that made his hips meet hers and heard a sharp squeak from both, it was evident that Angel had found his mark and had hilted himself in Sasha. Not a second later, Angel was humping into Sasha at a pace that made Futtershy's head spin. Is moving that fast while doing...that...even possible? Fluttershy wondered to herself as she watched Angel carefully re-position himself behind Sasha, then started pumping into her hard and deep again.

Sasha was bigger than Angel as the case usually was with rabbits, and as such Angel had to stand on his paw-tips in order to get to any depth inside her, but how he was thrusting that fast while standing on the tips of his paws was a quite a feat to behold. Perhaps his grip on her hips helps? Fluttershy though, feeling the burning on her face grow as she caught herself analyzing her best friend's breeding technique.

Fluttershy watched the flurry of fast, but evenly spaced thrusts rocket between Sasha's legs, with the rabbits being partially turned away from her and giving her a perfect diagonal view of the act. As she watched, she felt her crotch start to heat up as the action intensified, knowing that watching her best friend and his mate like this was wrong, but still unable to look away. She had a social obligation to just turn and walk away, but a stronger, primal one kept her glued to the spot, keeping her eyes focused to the point where the rabbits' two bodies met and separated so intimately.

She'd seen her animal friends breeding before, with this not being her first unintentional viewing of her friends bringing new life into the world, but this was the first time she'd stayed around for longer than a brief few seconds at most, usually having more restraint over her desires. Today, however, she couldn't tear herself away, her heat and exactly who was breeding this time - her best friend, her confidant, her Angel - made this time...somehow special to her.

The squeaks from the rabbits increased in volume, as well as the pace of their coupling also increasing somehow, with Angel's hips now barely perceptible but as a blur in the moonlight. In response to his increased force Sasha lowered herself, whether by her own accord or her back legs having given out from the pleasure none could be sure, and was now laying with her belly on the ground, giving Angel a better angle as he leaned further over her to get even deeper and thrust harder into her, pinning her down and totally dominating her now. Angel's head was tilted back as he claimed his mate, panting as his tongue lulled out. Sasha's eyes were sealed shut as she also panted constantly and squeaked occasionally, with it being quite clear to Fluttershy that both were enjoying themselves, and each other for that matter, quite immensely.

Not twenty seconds after it had all started, Angel's thrusts became uneven and after but a second more Fluttershy heard a particularly drawn out squeal from Sasha, with that sound of seemingly-orgasmic pleasure heralded Angel's hips slowing, then halting their thrusting altogether after a particularly harsh thrust, ending with his hips flush to hers. Fluttershy watched as Angel then further leaned over Sasha and virtually collapsed on her, with both panting heavily and squeaking softly as he undoubtedly came inside her, knowing that her bunny-hole was very likely milking him of every drop of his seed as he shot a whole litter of his kits into her. All the while Fluttershy watched on, feeling herself get warmer in every respect, but especially between her rear legs, as her best friend undoubtedly impregnated his mate.

After a few seconds more of cumming inside of Sasha, Angel pulled out as he fell to the side, Fluttershy watching his fluids-coated member quickly retreating back into his sheath then watching as a small stream of his seed trailed from Sasha's pussy, confirming to her Sasha would indeed be having a new bunch of bouncing baby bunnies to care for in a few weeks. After he'd dismounted her, Angel then laid down next to Sasha and snuggled with her, affectionately rubbing his cheek against hers as he pressed close to her side; what Fluttershy liked to think was a bunny saying 'thank you'.

Fluttershy unwittingly let out a soft 'Aw' at the cute scene, which immediately made the rabbits' ears perk up and their eyes to meet hers. A blush developed on both of their faces, Angel's glowing brightest at realizing that she'd likely seen them breeding. Fluttershy was mortified by her detection and quickly closed the branches, then virtually galloped to her cottage and up to her bedroom, locking her door behind her with a blush burning hot on her face. She pounced on her bed, burying her burning face into the pillow in shame, though quickly realizing her face wasn't the only thing on her that was burning.

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Fluttershy lay in her bed for a while with her sheet at her side, sweating profusely and lightly panting as she felt...so very hot. She always felt uncomfortably hot at this time of year, so wet and itchy…down there. As she thought back to her best friend and confidant rutting, she couldn't help but feel her arousal growing as the demanding crevice between her legs and her lower belly surged with a burst of heat, making her wince at how abnormally horny she was.

Fluttershy's estrus had started several days ago but hers was always a gentle cycle, never really causing her much discomfort nor requiring her to act upon it at all given her isolation from anypony else. At least she generally didn't have to act upon it. The constant itch and irritation was a bother but she'd learned to all but ignore it, knowing she'd never have the courage to approach a stallion or another mare and act upon her needs.

Although Fluttershy was very often shy around other ponies, she wasn't at all shy with herself. She would occasionally use her hoof if her heat broke its norm and became too intense to handle...and as it turned out, this was one of those heats. Her estrus had been comparatively brutal to her this year, with it comparing to what another mare would feel normally, but rather intense by Fluttershy's standards. Her privates had even swollen this year and she emitted the lightly ozone-musky odor of a Pegusus mare in heat, two traits that very uncommonly happened with her normally-subdued heats.

Watching her rabbit friends' breeding ignited something in her that rarely caught fire, causing Fluttershy to let out a frustrated groan into the pillow as her crotch continued to burn hot, demanding attention. The only thoughts going through her head were the memories of her best friend stopping hilt-deep into his mate, of finishing inside of her, of undoubtedly siring a litter of cute li'l bunnies with her.

With a defeated groan, Fluttershy finally turned over onto her back, though her wings being flared out in her arousal was making such a bit of a hassle. When she finally got her rebellious, stiff wings into a comfortable position at her sides, she then lifted and looked at her hoof before reluctantly lowering it to her now-sopping mound.

Fluttershy sighed happily as she finally pressed against her soaked lower lips, feeling a tinge of relief as merely having something touching her there seemed to knock her heat down a few degrees. She quickly positioned her hoof in-between her lips and easily sunk the tip in, spreading herself now and sighing again in pleasure as her body reacted to the very welcome guest, sending a spike of pleasure up and down her spine.

At that thought, Fluttershy sunk her hoof ever-so-slightly deeper, the edge of her hoof now spreading and pressing down between her lips, a soft "M–Macie, I need more...please..." escaping Fluttershy's lips as more pleasure jolted through her. She then started to slowly rub up and down, quickly finding a nice, slow pace she felt comfortable with as she continued her rather lewd thoughts.

“Mmm, Macie. You know I love it when you rub me there...” Fluttershy whispered again in her common masturbation fantasy, soft pleasure radiating from her groin. She upped her movements slightly then kept the measured pace that usually got her off in no time out of estrus, occasionally rubbing her clit softly with a hoof and getting an extra burst of pleasure from it as she imagined Big Mac instead being the one rubbing her needing marehood.

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A number of minutes of slow rubbing later, Fluttershy realized this gentle treatment wasn't going to sate her like it usually did, that this heat demanded she take more...drastic measures to sate it. With a sharp upward movement of her hoof she roughly rubbed against her clit, letting out a ragged moan as a harsh jolt of pleasure tore through her body and caused her shudder.

"MMM! Y-yes M-Mac! P-please take me...I n-need you inside me!" Fluttershy found herself calling out as she roughly rubbed her clit with one hoof while tapping her entrance with the tip of her other, getting another jolt of tingling pleasure as she simulated a stallion's swollen tip prodding her entrance.

"Oooooh Maaaac!" Fluttershy cooed through gritted teeth, her voice filling with lust as she then started rubbing circles around her clit while using her other hoof to press into her slit, prolonging the sensation and intensifying the jolt of pleasure to a current of electricity moving up her spine.

Fluttershy continued her rough self-pleasure for a number of minutes as she imagined Big Mac claiming her, making her rubs more and more deeply and erratically as she pleasured herself. She could have almost sworn she had a lightning cloud in her crotch, sending electrical surges throughout her body as she continued into her rough heat treatment.

<Big Mac started to really rut into her now, making her squeal in pleasure, hearing herself softly whispering his name and begging him to enter her again when he'd pull out and trace her lips with his cock. Teasing her further and wordlessly telling her 'You're mine, I do what I want with you.'

'Mac', she'd beg, 'please...please take me more...I need you', but Mac would ignore her, continuing to rub her outer lips as long as he pleased... until at last he'd plunge himself deep into her, making her squeal with the delight of being filled again...>

"Please...p-please take me more...M–Mac." Fluttershy whispered when she would pull out from between her lips to rub her petals gently, living out her fantasy and driving herself nearly mad with the variation of her touches, from soft to rough then back again. When she plunged her hoof as deep into herself as she could again, she felt as though she was going to explode from the intense sensations. Her pleasure's current was getting almost too strong to stand as she constantly pressed and rubbed on her clit, her now-rolling hips roughly grinding her sex against her hoof, spreading herself and rubbing the sensitive flesh inside. M-MAAAC! Fluttershy moaned out, imagining the named stallion had just hilted her again.

~

Fluttershy finally could take no more teasing and returned to treating herself rough as she approached her climax many minutes later, swirling hard circles around her clit as she felt herself reach her long-awaited peak. In seconds, the sensations became too much as she felt herself tensing up from the escalating pleasure. Then she tipped over her edge, very hard.

A low rumble formed in Fluttershy's throat, then a deep moan escaped her open mouth as intense pleasure washed through her, with the moan quickly morphing into an uncharacteristic growl, tearing itself from her throat as she finally felt her much-needed release.

As she came in the real world, Fluttershy's hoof left her constantly-winking clit and she moved both hooves to either lip, then used them to spread her pussy as wide as she could while the tip of one went into her as far as she could get it. She growled again when she did that, starting to gush her mare-cum onto her already-saturated bedspread as her orgasm hit her harder, making her inner walls contract against themselves, her hips constantly rocking and her back arching up into her hooves...but instinctively she felt like something was missing.

Fluttershy whimpered as the electrifying, intense sensations of her climax rushed through her, giving her some much needed relief as she continued to spread her pussy lips wide, loving the feeling of being stretched open like that as she bucked her hips wildly into the air in the throes of her orgasm, her winking clit only adding to the stimulation. Yet even as she felt such pleasure, her orgasm felt incomplete as it always did when she masturbated during her heat. She always felt so empty...

~

After what felt like an eternity to Fluttershy, her orgasm faded from an electric thunderstorm to a soft drizzle as her afterglow took over, making her sigh in contentment. She still felt the burning of her heat settling in again as her intense pleasure waned, but it was much less severe now that she'd taken the edge off, the significant relief it caused making her sigh contentedly and snuggle against her pillow. As she felt the final twinges from her vagina and a last wash of soft pleasure, she felt the soothing sensation of afterglow partially replacing the burning need and enjoyed the extra relief while it was there, knowing it would soon be gone.

Fluttershy's afterglow was partially interrupted when she suddenly heard a soft thump and a familiar squeak outside her door, to which she got up from her bed and opened her door, only to find Angel hopping quickly down the hall. He'd apparently spied on her 'session' through a hole in her door because, as she looked down at the bottom of the door, she could see a spray of what was distinctly semen sticking to it near the bottom.

Jeez! For being such a little guy and having so recently bred, he sure put out a lot! Fluttershy thought, then blushed hotly as her rational mind kicked back in and she caught herself having such thoughts about her best friend again. She then proceeded to get a washrag from her bathroom and cleaned up the peeping rabbit's mess. When that was done, she found herself grinning, then heard a soft 'heh' escape her. Well, I guess we're even now. she thought against her will, then closed her bedroom door and buried her face in her pillow again in embarrassment. Why did she always have to have such dirty thoughts this time of year, and always have to turn to daydreaming about him rutting her to get relief, she wondered.

Just as she lay on back her bed again, starting to relax again and settle back into her afterglow, Fluttershy saw a sudden flash of pink light coming through the cracks in her door. As she saw it, Fluttershy jumped slightly at the soft accompanying sound of a teleportation spell, even the soft sound startling the timid pony and immediately drawing her full attention to the door. She thenafter tensed more as she heard it softly creak open, becoming absolutely rigid as as the silhouette of stallion became visible in the door-frame, a red hoof barely viable from the dim moonlight coming through her window.

Author's Note

Yep. Imminent FlutterMac...

Chapter 12: The Mistress of the Night

Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.

Chapter 13: A Most Magical Night

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Twilight Sparkle, Luna(solo)

Contains female masturbation (hooves/magic), voyeurism, threesome, consensual breeding, anal penetration, prostate stimulation, cervical penetration, excessive cum, cum inflation, and impregnation.

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Twilight awoke, the memory of her dream encounter with Luna still vivid in her mind. She felt a burning in her nether as she had before, a sure sign of her heat returning, with that fact further backed up by the slightly–musky odor emanating from her...but this time, she had a promise to end it. Once and for all. She knew the promise Luna had made her and the message she'd passed could not have been a simple dream because she'd been taken to the Dream Realm, with that proving to her that the real Luna had indeed visited her.

Twilight quickly untangled herself from her soaked bedclothes, easily learning that her crotch was leaking like a broken water-pump after awakening from such an erotic dream, with the promise of being bred again—and by none other than Big Mac!—making her arousal go into overtime. She quickly went to the restroom to prepare for her time with that sexy, virile stallion, debating on what if anything to bring. At last, she decided bringing only herself would likely suffice, given that's all she really needed for what was going to happen.

Twilight looked at herself in the mirror and met her reflection's eyes. In them she saw the eagerness of a foal learning it was Hearth Warming Eve, but also the uncertainty of somepony who was making a major step in their life. A pony nervous about the situation despite it being something they'd always wanted. Twilight took a deep breath and nodded to her reflection, determined to pull this off. At long last, she would have a foal of her very own, to love and care for. To teach and nurture.

Moments later Twilight was in the hallway, leaving a trail of arousal drops behind her as she quickly made her way from her chamber to that of Luna, both eager to feel those wonderful sensations again, and more nervous than ever before too. Was she really sure she wanted a foal? At that thought, her loins and instincts spoke for her as she felt another burn from her rear make her wince. After taking a deep breath and mentally preparing, Twilight stepped up to the door and raised her hoof to knock.

~

Luna awoke, turning to see Denclop now laying beside her on the bed and looking at her. Luna looked around as she found herself still laying over the bed in the same position she had been in when Denclop had mated her, and judging by the dull ache coming from her back legs after holding her up for so long, Luna realized she must have been out for an hour or so. As she lifted her upper-self up and rolled onto the bed, Luna found herself unintentionally cuddled up against the stallion Denclop possessed, feeling the warmth of his body against hers once again.

Before she knew what she was doing, Luna found her muzzle buried into the stallion's chest, inhaling his masculine scent as she felt his virile load still weighing heavily in her belly, a feeling of utter contentment overcoming her. Denclop asked, snapping Luna out of her post–coital bliss...and surprisingly remaining submissive to her even after ravishing her as it had. Luna then rose her head quickly from Mac's chest, meeting the white-glowing eyes of the mask.

"Your...Mistress...did. Very much so." Luna said truthfully, feeling the sense of fulfillment return, the one she'd never felt when she awoke after sating her heat with another stallion. The one that not even her heat-tender and secretly colt-friend Lumen Lunae could give her. Her heat was so totally and utterly quenched as it had never been before, the usual fragments of the burn and need that usually resided within her, even after a session with a stallion, now non–existent. Feeling just the way she knew she would feel after Denclop bred her, her breeding instinct's once-screaming now completely silenced.

When Luna quickly noticed the complete emptiness of something solid in her marehood that wasn't there when she'd fallen asleep, she found that the sex toy had been removed from her and was nearby Denclop. Luna only guessed it was curious about it, so it had removed it from her and studied it while she was asleep and within the dream realm.

Luna was somewhat disappointed by the loss of the sensation of fullness it had provided, but quickly dismissed it as Denclop spoke again. Denclop asked, only a hint of hope in her speech as she asked her captor for freedom.

"I..." Luna started, only to be interrupted by a knock on her chamber door.

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Twilight's hoof landed three times on Luna's bedchamber door, the dull thuds echoing slightly within the high-ceilinged hallway. Soon after she saw and heard the door opening as well as a quiet mare's voice saying something in a demanding tone, followed by that familiar voice greeting her in, "C–come in, Twilight". It was the voice of Princess Luna, but in a tone she'd never heard before, deeper and huskier then usual, and she could swear she heard her voice crack.

"Prin...I mean Luna?" Twilight asked as she stepped inside...and was immediately greeted by Big Mac laying on the bed, his legs spread and his erect 'penis' fully on view as he faced the door. She was taken quite aback, the lewd sight bringing a blush to her face immediately as she realized Luna was there too. Luna was laying on the bed behind him, her eyes softly shut and a gentle smile on her face as she lay on a pillow, the word 'afterglow' in a facial expression.

Another thing Twilight noticed was a scent similar to the one she was making earlier and one that she'd smelled for years in her spring-time visits Canterlot, what she could only assume as Luna's 'pheromones', which she'd read about in the book earlier...as well as the scent she and Big Mac had left in the library earlier when they'd bred. The scent of 'sex'.

"L–Luna...? Mac...? I..." Twilight's brain short-circuited as she once more looked upon Mac's fairly large and fully-hard stallionhood, her heart skipping a beat and her now–flowing slit acting for her as she took a step towards him, then another as her instincts drew her towards this virile and willing stallion. The same stallion whom earlier had been denied the chance to claim her, to satisfy her and fill her with a foal.

Not this time he wouldn't be.

Twilight watched as Big Mac moved to get up, but heard Luna speak as she placed a hoof on his shoulder – "Halt, whelp. I did not say you could move." Twilight paused herself only a few steps away from the bed, knowing she was not being spoken to but still stunned to hear Luna speak like this, but somehow she was unsurprised. Luna had always seemed the domineering type, after all. "Stay." Luna said again as Mac slightly shifted and Denclop obeyed, remaining on the bed but clearly tensing as Mac apparently caught a whiff of Twilight's heat.

Twilight watched as Luna's eyes opened while the mask apparently spoke to her telepathically as it had to herself earlier, unable to hear it, but more then able to pick up the tone of the conversation by Luna's responses: "Yes, I did bring her here for you to...yes, but I did not say you could. I am your mistress and you shall obey...well, that's up to Twilight. I'll have to ask her."

Luna finally looked up to Twilight as she finished, making the latter shrink back at the recognition of her presence. Luna's small smile had been replaced with a very serious look as she turned her attention to Twilight, making Twilight slightly nervous over what may be said. "Twilight, are you...sure this is what you want? As I said earlier, once you do this there is no going back – once you're bred by Denclop, you will have a foal, with no doubts. You WILL get pregnant." Luna said, then watched as Twilight's face scrunched up with that look she got when she was deep in thought, undoubtedly considering Luna's final warning.

~

Twilight thought hard about whether this was what she truly wanted, but all along she knew the final decision, her instinct and subconscious, and conscious mind alike screaming the answer out to her: screaming that she did fully, truly want a foal. Twilight briefly considered Big Mac being trapped and forced to do this by Denclop, but that thought was quickly forced from her mind as white-hot lust once more took its place, the scent of a stallion nearby setting her mind ablaze with desire.

"Luna, I'm certain. I really do want this." Twilight finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. She spoke low both out of her embarrassment, but also from the pure need burning through her veins at the situation she found herself in. Big Mac, the literal pony of her dreams, was laying right in front of her, his 'penis' fully 'erect' and ready to enter her 'vagina'.

Is Luna going to watch me 'breed'? Twilight wondered against her will, then finding she was totally OK with that thought. Oh please, yes!

~

"Very well Twilight, if you're certain. Denclop, rise and go to her. Give her what she's asked for." Luna said, feeling herself shift in her bed as the large stallion beside her immediately got up and went to Twilight. As he departed, Luna then rolled over to where Big Mac had lain only moments ago, the warmth and scent of a stallion still on her bed. Luna was unable to help herself as she dug her muzzle into the pillow, smelling the bold scent of the stallion who had so shortly before occupied it – and her.

"P–please Denclop. 'M–mate' me. Give me a foal." Luna heard Twilight speak as her muzzle was still basking in the stallion's scent, though barely loud enough for Luna to hear them even though they were only a few feet away from her. After hearing that, Luna looked up again to see Big Mac sniffing at Twilight's crotch, watching his upper lip rise as he took her musky scent in more fully.

Twilight winked in invitation, to which Luna saw Big Mac nod – only to step back a bit, slightly confusing Luna. Why was he backing away from her when he surely was going to breed her? Luna wondered, but why was then revealed as shortly after Denclop stepped back, a blue mist surrounded Mac and one of pink surrounded Twilight.

Luna then watch them inhale the mist and saw Twilight's trembling increase as a result, the mist clearly doing its job as Luna saw Twilight's slit wink rapidly and heard a loud fwap as Mac's cock hit his underbelly, getting a very nice diagonal angle of everything from her low-set bed.

Seconds later Luna watched as Mac stepped over Twilight, hearing her gasp as his chest rubbed her croup, watching her eyes ease shut at the sensation of finally being mounted again in her heat, the sensation Luna herself had just so recently felt. Luna subconsciously moved a hoof over her teats and down to her still-oozing crotch as she watched, feeling the warm seed of a stallion still streaming out of her well–stretched passage; feeling it rolling down over her plothole, into her tail, then seeping through onto the mattress below.

Luna watched as Mac's hips smoothly undulated against Twilight's rump, hearing a soft gasp as she watched Twilight spread her back legs more and her tail flagged higher, undoubtedly acting on reflex to the cockhead tapping against her rear and the grinding on her croup.

Seconds later, Luna heard a pleased whine and a more masculine groan at the same moment, then watched as Mac quickly shifted forward to meet his hips to Twilight's. Luna subsequently pressed into her own filled marehood with her hoof, a gasp of her own joining the others' sounds of pleasure.

~

Twilight heard Luna tell Big Mac to come to her, and couldn't help but feel a surge of giddiness. She wanted to yell and hop and skip for joy, but felt her hooves figuratively glued to the floor as she heard a shift and a light creak of the bed, shortly followed by a heavy –clop–clop–clop– of hooves approaching her.

Twilight turned to watch the wonderful red stallion approach her, then turned her head as she watched him swiftly walk behind her. No wasting time like their previous encounter Twilight supposed, for which she was glad as she felt another burn from inside her. She heard a rather loud sniffing behind her, feeling Big Mac's muzzle meeting her slit and opening her mouth as the sensations that such a simple connection caused surged through her; wanting to gasp or cry out, but finding herself unable to even breathe as her arousal rose to almost-unbearable already.

"P–please Denclop. 'M–mate' me. Give me a foal." Twilight whispered breathlessly as she felt Mac nuzzle her crotch again briefly, winking herself to him before he then... started backing away?!

Twilight only wondered why for a second before the pink mist from before surrounded her, making her worry that Denclop was going to leave her unsatisfied again quickly dissipate. Twilight then inhaled the mist, feeling her need somehow burn even hotter, feeling her slit now winking near-constantly as her body begged the stallion behind her to mount her, her sensitivity to everything now through the roof and to the Moon.

As she heard the fwap of Big Mac's penis against his underside, Twilight nearly came at that sound alone, making her have the passive thought that being this horny for too long likely wasn't healthy, believing this so much so that she nearly made a move to remedy that.

Before she could turn and pounce on Big Mac to take him into her herself however, Twilight at long last felt him climb over her, gasping at the sudden burst of sensation his chest rubbing her croup caused and feeling herself wink again as well as grit her teeth as she felt his flat head starting to tap against her rear. The feeling of his penis even touching her made her squirm in pleasure, making her spread her back legs wider in anticipation. At long last, she felt his head make contact with her swollen lower lips once more and couldn't stop it as a satisfied whine came from her throat, pealing out like a siren as she felt him then quickly slip inside.

Inside. He was inside her. Twilight's whine morphed into a contented hum as Mac swiftly slid deeper into her well–lubed and welcoming body, making her back arch up against him and her head lull back as she felt him fill her so fully once more, feeling her need quell ever-so-slightly as he entered her begging passage.

Every second was bliss, his 'penis' 'penetrating' her 'vagina' deeper – but as his 'medial ring' brushed her 'clitoris' on the way in, Twilight felt herself tremble hard as her pleasure tripled for a second, feeling her head go light as the sensation overwhelmed her.

When Mac suddenly stopped a few seconds later, Twilight felt as his stifles met hers and couldn't help but release a heavy moan at feeling him completely filling her now, her body eagerly clenching around his full length at long last.

~

Luna watched as they remained still once Big Mac had hilted Twilight, the fully–filled mare's head tilted back and eyes closed in sheer bliss. Oh how Luna remembered that sense of fullness and fulfillment, of being fully stuffed by the stallion – the short while ago she'd been with Denclop, and before that Lumen, still vivid in her memory.

As she rubbed a little harder on her marehood and started tracing little circles on her clit, Luna watched as Big Mac started a slow pattern of deep humps into Twilight, only removing himself a couple inches each time before roughly humping back into her. That was new, Luna thought, with Twilight reacting to it quite dramatically – judging by her sudden cry when he'd started, she apparently really loved it, leaving Luna slightly jealous as she kept rubbing herself with only her own hoof.

It wasn't long until Luna watched Mac's hips drew back further and the humps back in became longer and just as forceful, Luna watching Twilight's mouth once more opening in a perfect 'O' as her body started to rock from the force of the impact as Mac's stifles slammed against hers now, Mac's own head lulling back as he took this needing mare hard.

Luna knew her hoof simply wouldn't be enough to get herself off again to such an arousing show, so she channeled some magic into her horn, quickly concentrating it and transforming it into a familiar shape – that of a stallionhood. As she swiftly plugged herself with it and deeply moaned when she'd entered then hilted herself all at once, her semen–lined path easily accepted the magical replacement for a stallion and squeezed down on it, simply glad to be filled again during the extremely sexy act taking place before her and compacting Big Mac's load against her cervix and into her womb once more.

Then Luna got a naughty thought – and once she had it, she couldn't get it out of her head. She had to do it. With a mischievous grin she fed more magic into her horn, then concentrated it both on Big Mac and Twilight.

~

Twilight heard a feminine moan from her left, then suddenly Twilight felt something...different. It was like her clit was being surrounded by a buzzing, tingling warmth that could be likened to electricity but was so much more distinct. As she pondered it for only a moment more, she remembered that sensation – that obvious, gentle tingle of magic on flesh, only now amplified by a bazillion in her state of massive arousal.

Twilight felt a line of drool stream down her neck as she was overstimulated now, her mind unable to cope with the torrents of pleasure flowing through her as Mac again thrust into her and the magic at her clit continually rubbed and tingled – her mind simply shutting down everything but her instincts and base biological functions in compensation for the intense sensations coming from between her legs.

~

Luna focused her magic once more and heard a rather feminine whine come from Big Mac in response, watching his humps into Twilight grow more desperate as she focused her magic once more. This time instead of focusing it on Twilight's clit, Luna started stroking Big Mac's prostate, pressing her magic deep into it and then feeding a little more magic into all three of her spells to make the tingling and pleasure more intense for all three of them.

Luna watched as the two breeding ponies grow closer to their climax, watching as Mac upped his humps into Twilight once more in reaction to the increased force and tingling at his most pleasurable point – seeing Twilight trembling so hard now that she nearly looked like she would collapse if Mac didn't have a strong grip on her body. She then matching their increased pace with her magic–dildo as she also concentrated her magic more on Mac and Twilight, seeing what her tricks were doing and getting quite a thrill off of it as another intense burst of pleasure surge through her when she heard another whine from Twilight.

~

Denclop felt something rubbing that spot Luna's penis had earlier, feeling pleasure beyond what she had earlier as the strokes became more rough and the tingling more intense moments later, urging her to breed the mare she was inside that much harder. In return for her hard thrusts, Denclop felt Twilight's walls grow looser with each thrust in, then squeeze tightly on him as he tried to escape, her mare clearly welcoming then trying to keep him inside her. But instead of remaining inside she needed to hump harder, her Vessel's body demanded it. She literally couldn't stop herself even if she tried to.

It wasn't but a few seconds longer after that sensation had started that Denclop felt Big Mac flaring already, yet couldn't stop her vessel from humping hard and deep into the mare now, his instincts merging with her Calling and forcing her to give this mare her Gift so soon.

~

Twilight felt Mac flaring inside her again and squealed out as her passage started squeezing around him, feeling herself on the precipice of the cliff of release as she felt the magic on her clit grow stronger in intensity, ramping her already mind–numbing pleasure higher still. She felt her walls starting to pulse rhythmically around that wonderful 'penis' inside her, feeling it stretch her innermost walls more taut as Mac swelled further deep within her, feeling at long last the pure pleasure of being fully and truely bred.

As she felt her walls clenching around the stallion contained within them, Twilight felt herself tip over her edge as his head reached its full flare and his whole length started pulsating within her, making Twilight let out an outright scream of ecstasy as she came very hard.

~

Denclop felt as her mare's walls tightened around her Vessel's flaring member, making Mac hump harder to get through her tight clenches, hearing the mare whimper in pleasure in response to her increased force. At long last, Denclop felt her Vessel's pleasure quickly climbing as the mare's sheathe grew tighter around her tip. This was easily one of the most intense sensations Denclop had even experienced through somepony in her entire existence; including all of her experiences tonight, in her previous escape, as well as with the Zebras so long ago.

Suddenly, everything came to an end. As Mac grew larger still inside her, Denclop let out another high–pitched whine as Mac's forehooves squeezed Twilight's sides tighter on reflex, thrusting in one more time and burying him to the hilt within her as she felt his stallionhood starting to pulse. Denclop thought she heard somepony shouting "YES! 'IMPREGNATE' ME! GIVE ME A FOAL! M–make me 'pregnant'..." but was uncertain – her mind clean as a slate save for the swiftly intensifying feelings in her vessel's groin and rear.

~

Luna heard Twilight's orgasmic cry and that set off her own orgasm as she started pounding herself with the dildo harder, her own intense climax overtaking her as she heard a scream and whine from Twilight and Big Mac, respectively. She started bucking her hips into the air as she watched Mac's hips press tightly against Twilight's, seeing their faces and bodies tense as he likely flared or came inside her – or possibly both. While little was visible from the outside, Luna knew something was definitely going on inside her right now! Memories of herself being stretched so far by his flare and then that satisfying, filling gushing...

Luna's mind simply blanked as another pulse of overwhelming pleasure surged through her, forcing her head back into the pillow she was laying on and clenching her eyes shut with the scent of stallion and sex and heat surrounding her as she came hard, feeling her passage clenching around her magic dildo as she panted and squirmed and moaned through her orgasm, her contractions pulling Mac's and Lumen's seed deep inside of her once more. She forced her eyes open again to watch just as Twilight and Mac experienced theirs, however, not wanting to miss it.

Pleasure surged through Luna as she made the flare of her magic dildo expand in her just as a stallion's would, also making it pulse and ripple slightly to make her pleasure spike that much higher, now unable to prevent a deep moan of pure ecstasy from escaping her throat as she heard Twilight scream out "YES! 'IMPREGNATE' ME! GIVE ME A FOAL! M–make me 'pregnant'...", with that cry of ecstasy sending her own pleasure just a little higher.

~

Twilight felt the first gooey burst inside her as she felt Mac's 'penis' jerk inside her extra hard that time, her mind going white as she at last felt him 'ejaculate' in her, her dream come true as she felt another substantial, hot gush inside her, then another and another.

Twilight then felt herself squeezing and kneading his cock for more, her entire existence at this point only focused on getting more of that sticky, filling, satisfying warmth inside of her. She felt as burst after burst of Mac's seed flooded into her passage and then after felt it spreading into her womb, filling her so full that she felt like she may just die from the intensity of the sensations blazing through her. "YES! 'IMPREGNATE' ME! GIVE ME A FOAL! M–make me 'pregnant'..." Twilight screamed out, not knowing what she was saying until she already had, pleasure beyond compare filling her alongside the semen that would indeed make her pregnant.

Gush after gush still filled her so many seconds of agonizing pleasure later, making her already–stuffed womb start to expand, that feeling of ultimate fullness making Twilight tremble hard and scream out once more as she was finally being 'impregnated', finally being given a foal. Even as she was being crammed so full of his seed, Twilight still wanted more from her stallion."D–DEEPERRRRRRRRR!" Twilight squealed out and in response felt Mac start to hump so very roughly into her, feeling him tapping that part he had earlier repeatedly – before at last feeling it.

Twilight felt that painful yet wonderful spreading so deep inside her as Mac finally penetrated her 'cervix' again – and as she felt the first gush of semen directly into her womb, that was all she could take. Twilight screamed in ecstasy once more as she watched her world turn black, collapsing to the floor as both her mind and body gave out.

~

Denclop was in ecstasy. This was by far one of the most intense orgasms she'd had in her thousands of years of existence – feeling this mare's hot, tight insides gripping around her so tightly for the second time this night, feeling something rubbing that spot in her Vessel's rear that set his breeding instincts haywire, and finally the feeling of her Vessel's seed splashing back against her flare the way that she so loved. The way of telling her this fertile mare was full of her Gift now.

As Denclop heard her mare scream out for her to go deeper, she moved to comply. She quickly shifted inside of Twilight so that her Vessel's thrusts would be be directly lined up the mare's final barrier, then thrust in hard, her Vessel's flared head acting much like a battering ram against that final wall between Denclop and the mare's very fertile womb itself.

At long last Denclop felt the final hurdle spread before the power of her blows, feeling herself pass the cervix – and started gushing directly into a mare's womb yet again. She then heard another ear–piercing scream of pleasure from the mare beneath and around her as Twilight then suddenly collapsed to the floor, Big Mac's penis wetly sliding out of her as he still continued to spend his load all over her wings, back, and finally rump and tail as his gushes became spurts, then finally ended some time later – ending up leaving Twilight completely coated in and filled with his seed.

~

Luna heard as Twilight screamed again, then looked over to see her collapsing beneath Denclop. Her first reaction was panic the the mask had somehow harmed her, but that was quickly quelled as she did a quick bio-scan on Twilight and revealed nothing wrong with her despite there being an extremely high endorphin level in her system. That, however, was easily explained away given the circumstances.

After determining Denclop had done nothing out of the ordinary to Twilight and figuring Twilight had likely just passed out from over–exertion, Luna then fully focused back to her own orgasm, making the pseuo–penis inside her thicken evermore and spread her clenching walls wider, all while watching Denclop's Vessel now spray his seed all over Twilight's back and rump.

As Luna came off of her powerful orgasm some moments later, she spoke something in a chant – briefly hesitating before then speaking the words with regret, knowing they must be spoken for the good of Equestria.

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

Author's Note

I've been working on this chapter on-and-off since I finished the last one, and I think it turned out pretty well. Going through three perspectives was kinda fun. One more chapter planned for this story, maybe 2.

Hope the Twilight chapter I've been teasing you with since chapter 3 was worth it, and it didn't come off as disappointing after such a long period of anticipation. Also, Luna sure knows her mare and stallion anatomy well! Then too, she's probably been with literally thousands of both, so why wouldn't she?! :trollestia:

Anyhow, if you liked it, feel free to leave me a comment. I love hearing praise, constructive criticism, and discussions all the same on my work, and really do get excited to see that somepony commented on one of my stories. So yes, please, comment!

Chapter 14: A Goddess' Fall

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

Chapter 15: Explanations and Revelations

Contains: some sexual dialogue.

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Celestia collapsed upon Luna's chamber floor, feeling her power restored to her but not needing it. Her enemy was felled, but not by her own hoof. "Bu–but how? Sister, how did you know Denclop was loose?" Celestia asked, getting a gentle smile from Luna in return

"You see sister..." Luna started, only to be interrupted as Celestia suddenly realized something.

"I'm...I'm so sorry sister! I know what that... thing must have done to you and I'm...I'm so, so sorry I couldn't stop it. If only I could have stopped it earlier when It counter–traced my tracing magic, came to my chamber...and...and..." Celestia broke down in tears – only to be surprised to find her sister right beside her again, her wing wrapped around her back and her muzzle rubbing comfortingly against her own.

Celestia was quite surprised; she should be the one comforting Luna! "S–sister, how could you possibly be com–comforting me? It must have been h–horrible for you, having to go through that b–bucking thing forcing itself on you again. I r–remember last time..." Celestia continued, only to hear a calming shushing coming from her sister – feeling another nuzzle against her and feeling herself calming down, her shaking reduced to minor tremors as she felt her sister's embrace.

As Celestia turned to face her, she saw a soft smile remaining upon Luna's face. "Dear sister, It's OK. It really is. I am unharmed, and honestly, actually feel much better now that my heat has been ended." Luna said, hearing Celestia's crying now ending altogether.

Celestia then noticed Twilight again, laying behind Big Mac and apparently awoken and concerned over her crying. As Celestia indeed realized she'd smelled two separate pheromone scents earlier, she noticed what this implied – two mares in heat in the same room as stallion possessed by a mask programmed to believe it was a breeding Goddess...

"Oh my...Twilight, were you...raped too? I'm...so..." Celestia asked, only to cut herself off as she saw the named shake her head softly.

Luna spoke up from behind Celestia, "No sister, we were not raped by Denclop. We both willing submitted to its Vessel and were seeded by him. You see Celestia, we both wanted a foal."

"A f–foal? Sister, you can't... how could you possibly think you could get pregnant by this stallion?" Celestia asked in disbelief, thinking now that Denclop had finally gotten to her sister and brainwashed its insane dogma into her – making her think that it had made her pregnant somehow.

"Sister, whatever Denclop said to you is a lie, it must be. That thing told me the same lies as it held me down against my will and filled my belly with its seed..." Celestia said, remembering back to the feeling of helplessness as she was forced to breed – but at the same time remembered how gentle it had been with her at the start, the massive, constant orgasms she'd been given, and the feeling of utter contentment and total sating of her heat after. Usually when she bred with a stallion, there was still a latent burning from her heat no matter how many times she bred, only ending fully at the end of her five-day cycle. This time however, even as she sat there speaking now, there was no burning and not even the slightest itching. Celestia felt nothing but the pure satisfaction of the light, warm weight of semen still within her belly and her breeding instincts completely docile. But surely she didn't even even remotely believe...

"Dearest sister, surely you don't believe that that thing could get you pregnant, do you?" Celestia asked, her tone skeptical to say the least. "You haven't ovulated for thousands of years, and you think just because some old breeding mask possessed a stallion and...mated...with you, that it somehow magically got you pregnant?"

"Celestia, I know for a fact that any intact mare that is bred by that mask's Vessel gets pregnant..." Luna stated, letting it sink in for a moment as she watched the gears within her sisters head turning – but she needed to be sure though before confirming to her. "Celestia, you did say Denclop's vessel...climaxed within you, correct?" she asked, watching Celestia wince at the question.

"Y...yes, but what does that have anything to do with anything?" Celestia answered flatly – then watched as her sister's concerned look turned to a wide smile.

"Congratulations then sister, you're going to finally have your foal!" Luna announced, walking over and giving her sister a gentle hug.

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"Si–sister?" Celestia heard, opening her eyes and feeling a gentle throbbing in her head. She realized she was laying down on the bedroom floor, Luna and Twilight standing over her and feeling a numbness in the now–asleep wing pinned beneath her. As she stood up, the world spun briefly before she fully came back to, her eyes then focusing on her sister's still–smiling face. Apparently she had fainted briefly.

"I know, 't'is wondrous news is it not sister?! You are finally going to have the foal you've forever wanted – and Twilight and I are going to be having foals as well!" Luna exclaimed upon seeing Celestia was OK, fidgeting in excitement in a way she'd never really experienced before since she was a foal.

"Luna...this...this isn't possible – you and I cannot be pregnant. We haven't ovulated in over a thousand years, and a mare simply cannot conceive without an egg." Celestia told her sister, not wanting to upset her but needing to snap her out of her delusion – but noticed she'd failed when she realized that Luna's enthusiasm was unabated.

"You mean...Starswirl the Bearded did not tell you sister?" Luna asked, her own joy slightly suppressed upon seeing her sister's sad expression instead change to one of confusion.

"Starswirl the Bearded? Starswirl told me everything! He was my right–hoof stallion, basically third in charge of everything! Of course he..." Celestia stated – but did she truly believe that? She had always distanced Starswirl from her regarding the entire Denclop incident, losing interest in the entire fiasco after Luna had been mounted before her and she'd done as her instincts demanded, betraying her sister at least in her own mind. She remembered a few times he'd tried to speak to her regarding Denclop, but she'd refused to listen and had told him to simply leave or blindly told him to just destroy the mask.

"Sister, how could you possibly have wanted to be bred by the same...thing that raped you all of those years ago?" Celestia asked her sister, remembering back for the thousand-and-tenth time to when the possessed guard had forced Luna to the ground and humped roughly into her, forcing her sister to be bred against her will...and remembering her sin of masturbating to it.

"Sister, you still think that was a rape? Celestia, I told you right after that happened that it was just another stallion during my heat and t'was not a lie. If you wish to know the whole, unabashed truth, I will tell you – I seeked Denclop out and submitted to it then too." Luna said, unknowingly dropping a bombshell on Celestia.

Luna...Luna had been willingly bred then too?! But if that was the case, why had—"But sister, why did you run crying to your chamber after you were dismounted, then remain in there for over a day if it was a willing breeding?" Celestia asked, detecting the small hole in Luna's story and trying to capitalize on it.

"Sister, if you were interrupted during sex in a bad heat, what would you do for over a half of a day?" Luna asked flatly, then watching an understanding look form in her sister's eyes and heard a quiet 'oh' from her lips. Nodding, Luna confirmed Celestia's thoughts; "Yes sister, I invited a stallion to my chamber to sate me – but with the knowledge it was just another mating instead of what Denclop's Vessel could have given me. That that time, it was not a stallion who could get me pregnant. That is also why I ran crying, because I did not finish with Denclop and was denied the possibility of having a foal."

There she went again, insisting that Denclop could get her pregnant! "Sister, can you tell me where you get the impression that this mask can somehow magically get a mare who can't conceive with anypony else pregnant? Do you truly believe that a breeding mask is possessed by the spirit of a Zebra goddess who doesn't even really exist?!" Celestia asked, letting everything out into the open.

Luna simply smiled. "I suppose Starswirl didn't tell you of the trip we made to the Zebra homeland a few months after Denclop was loosed the first time, did he?" she asked, getting a shake of the head from Celestia. Luna supposed it was time to tell her given their situation, never before wanting to bring up such unpleasantness for Celestia with how distant she always got whenever Denclop was even mentioned, but thinking now she'd be more than willing to listen after tonight's events.

Instead of speaking again and knowing she'd need proof of her tellings, Luna instead got up and walked over to her bedside table. Soon after she produced a large notebook, its pages slightly yellowed with age but otherwise perfectly preserved. As her first glance landed on the distinct profiled silhouette on the front, Celestia knew it was the personal journal Starswirl always to use to record everything – from his experiments to his spell notes to anything else he viewed worth noting.

"Luna, how did you get that?" Celestia asked, knowing that she herself had been unable to unlock the box that had contained it earlier, given the silencing spell from Denclop had still been present on her then.

Luna shrugged, then flipping through the pages briefly, skimming for the section she was looking for. "Well, the box it was in was downstairs. I figured I'd need proof to back what I may need to tell you, so I unlocked the box and took it out shortly after finding the box upon arriving home." she said simply, as if it was no big deal to her.

"But the box it was in was locked with a spell only Starswirl and I knew!" Celestia exclaimed, not knowing how her sister, whom she'd tried to keep sheltered from this, knew how to access the chest at the center of it all. "...and how did you know you would need the journal? How did you know...or even think...Denclop was loose again?"

"Dear sister...Starswirl taught me the unlocking magic soon after the mask was developed. He told me that despite you wanting the spell to only be kept between you and him, he knew that surely such a dangerous mask's killcode shouldn't be entrusted to only to you, given your own infertility and view on breeding in general. As for how I knew it may be needed, I received a copy of the note sent regarding Lyra Heartstrings as well." Luna explained as she closed the journal and held it out to her sister, having found what she was looking for; "Maybe the journal can prove to you what I clearly cannot. Page 73." Luna said simply as she saw Celestia's magic surround it, watching the book then crack open as Celestia moved to the page she'd been told.

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105th Day of Celestia, this 1,088th Spring of Our Princess' Rule

This day, I was informed that the Denclop mask was activated again and was summoned to stop it. As I called out the kill command, which I shall write later should it be needed, I noticed that it had mounted and attempted to breed our Princess Luna! I was fortunate to stop it before the possessed guard had climaxed within her, for that may have caused a whole heap of problems for everypony involved. It was bad enough it had bred our royal assistant, let alone one of our Princesses too! After the mask had been disabled and Luna had retreated to her chambers, Celestia told me she wanted the mask destroyed, no matter the cost. I believe that this is a horrible waste of the potential good this mask is capable of, but it is a Princess's order and I cannot decline it. I will destroy the mask tomorrow.

106th Day of Celestia, this 1,088th Spring of Our Princess' Rule

This day I tried to destroy the mask as Celestia demanded, but found myself unable to. As I attempted to cast the disintegration spell, I quickly found that the mask had summoned an anti-magic force-field of a strength even we Unicorns are incapable of casting, and no matter what spells or physical attempts we tried to use on it to end that spell, we could not. Call me a loon but I believe this mask acting seemingly in self defense, as I did not give the mask knowledge of this spells nor the concept of self–preservation. It must have learned about these through the unicorn guard's memories and/or in a spell book. If this is fact and the mask can learn new spells and ideals, this mask may be the biggest threat the dignity of the ponies of Equestria may ever face.

I told Celestia about the mask and she again insisted I keep trying to destroy or otherwise neutralize it, insisting that if I could not physically destroy it then I was to attempt to destroy its enchantment instead. I once again question Princess Celestia's destructiveness of such a potentially useful item but I will not voice my opinions regarding this sensitive subject to her – lest I possibly find myself stripped of rank, banished or worse.

107th Day of Celestia, this 1,088th Spring of Our Princess' Rule

Today, I attempted to sabotage the mask's enchantment by simply disabling its main driving goal – but it would seem my spell only altered it for some reason. Magic is strange that way sometimes. As I read the enchantment again however, I noticed that the alterations were significant. I will list the known ones thusly:

Firstly, it seems that my alteration made it so the mask's spells couldn't manipulate the breeding instincts of stallions other then its own vessel. This is for definite a boon, as if Denclop were left with its old abilities of making every stallion go into rut and managed to escape for an extended period of time during a breeding season, all fertile mares would be impregnated by random stallions, making finding the foals' paternity a nightmare.

Secondly, the mask will now only make its Vessel mate with mares who, beyond simple instinct, want to be with foal and become a mother. Fortunately, this will result in ending instances of rape and unwanted foals if the mask should be reactivated accidentally in the future.

I tried to inform Princess Celestia of these developments, but she was simply upset that the mask was still functional. She requested it to be given to her, and so I did as told.

As previously written however, I now realize the kill–code may be needed later if I nor Princess Celestia can destroy the mask. One would speak thusly to deactivate the mask, should it ever be reactivated accidentally: 'Denclop, thy Duty is fulfilled. Sleep, for thine breeding season hath ended.'

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Luna watched as Celestia read, watching her shocked expression grow. As she finished reading however, Celestia realized that she already knew all of this – except about it breeding only with willing mares. This brought up a few questions about why it'd chosen her to visit, though wasn't it obvious? All those heats forcing stallion after stallion to fill her with their seed until they were drained dry, using everything her zebra friends and Canterlot wizards could come up with to try and have a foal...but even still Celestia remained skeptical, still not knowing how this was relevant at all. "Sister, what exactly is it you're trying to prove? That the mask truly is possessed by the spirit of a zebra goddess and knocked me up?" Celestia asked, obviously sarcastic.

Luna just chuckled – "Sister, please just continue reading. Page 97 will answer more then I can." Celestia didn't see the point, but with a sigh she did as asked. After all, she was most curious now.

Could she possibly be wrong after all?

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247th Day of Celestia, this 1,088th Spring of Our Princess' Rule

It has been about six months now since Denclop was activated and allowed to assist the tribe of Zebras with their population problem. Princess Luna has just asked me in joining her to go and see how they are doing and to discover if the mask was a success. We asked Celestia to join us as well, but she claimed that she needed to keep a watch on the kingdom – an understandable obligation and excuse, but I think she just wishes to avoid the subject of Denclop altogether after the incident...

A short while later, Luna and I set off through the Everfree Forest with a small group of Royal Guards for protection. When we arrived at the Zebra's clearing without incident and were welcomed by the whole small tribe, Luna having sent a letter to the chief previously to tell of our coming, we quickly noticed that every mare there was indeed with foal, their six–month baby bumps clearly visible. We both then happily realized that soon, the tiny village would no longer be so small in a few more months.

As we saw an elder mare well past breeding age pregnant with a foal as well however, Luna asked how that had happened. The chief had explained that when the village was in the breeding frenzy brought on by the Denclop mask, the mask whom he'd been chosen to be the Vessel of had chosen that exact mare and had made him breed her despite her not having ovulated in twenty years, using the mist on her before planting his seed deep within her and moving on. Apparently his seed had taken root and grown, even within the once–infertile mare!

I have a theory that the 'breeding mist' that the Denclop mask releases contains a magical anomaly that is unique to the mask, and that it can cause even long–infertile mares to be able to ovulate again provided their reproductive systems are physically whole, breathe the mist, and are bred by Denclop's vessel or possibly those affected by it. After all, what else would explain how a mare who hasn't ovulated in so many years would be able to bear a foal, even after being incapable with any other stallions?

I would love to test this theory, but Celestia insisted that—

~ ~ ~

Celestia could not finish the entry, dropping the book as the realization settled in now that there was proof – she was almost definitely with foal, as well as her sister and virtual daughter too! Realizing that this stallion in this heat had finally gotten her pregnant and given her a foal, the one she so desperately had wanted for so many years! That Denclop had not lied to her after all!

Celestia then started prancing around the room like a filly who had just gotten her cutie mark, yelling 'Yes!' repeatedly in a rather foalish manner and flapping her wings excitedly. Neither Luna nor Twilight could blame her however, their own excitement very prevalent, if more well contained.

~

After the excitement died down somewhat, Luna found herself thinking about her own actions on Big Mac and about how Mac would still have to be asked who he'd been forced to breed then tried for his actions, given Equestrian customs and that his seed would bear the foals of all the other mares he'd potentially been forced to rape. The same mares who would likely demand justice, with it being a miscarriage of justice on the princesses' behalves if he simply was let off the hook willy-nilly. But all of that was another time, and for now Luna watched her sister happier then she'd seen her in so many years, hoping that the mask's powers still lasted even after those thousands of years to give them the foals they always wanted.

After some more celebration and generally merriment, Luna spoke up. "Sister, Twilight, if you are tired feel free to go back to bed. You can trust me to watch over Denclop's ex–vessel and mask." Getting nods from the other two, Celestia and Twilight now departed Luna's chamber, leaving Luna alone with Big Mac and the mask. She then settled down next to the stallion on her bed, cuddling up to him before falling asleep. She then went to the dream realm to try and find those Denclop had bred with, carefully sorting through all the Ponyville mare's dreams in order to look for clues.

Surely there would be much more to come of this in the coming months if this red stallion were corrupted...

Author's Note

So they may be with foal after all!

I'm unsure how to continue this, so the final chapter may be a while more.

Chapter 16: Conclusions, or New Beginnings?

Contains: sexual aftermath and recollections.

~ ~ ~

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.

~ ~ ~

"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...

~ ~ ~

"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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Chapter 1.2: Sowing Apple Seeds

Pairing(s): Applejack x Big Mac

Contains: consensual incestuous breeding, cervical penetration, light cum inflation, cunnilingus and fellatio between a brother and sister, and impregnation.

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In present times, Applejack and Big Mac were still in the barn, with Big Mac just having mounted his sister and starting to breed her – just like every year's breeding season when she'd gone into heat, ever since their shared first time during her first estrus. “Whooo~ big brother do you know how to plant an 'Apple tree'!” Applejack exclaimed aloud as she was filled by her brother once again, pleasure surging through her

At the encouragement, Big Mac continued to thrust, getting as deep into her welcoming passage as he could with each deep hump. Pure pleasure surged through both of them as he roughly rutted her just like their first time, hilting and grinding against her with each thrust, her crest gripped tightly in his teeth as he rutted her senseless.

After under a minute of this intense stimulation, Big Mac was already getting close, his throbs increasing in pace and his head starting to flare as he panted even harder, indicating he was getting close to orgasm, his will overwhelmed by Applejack's pheromones and tightly–gripping walls. Noticing the signs of her brother's impending climax and not wanting him to finish so soon and leave her unsatisfied, Applejack had reluctantly moved to stop him.

"H–hey Mac, get offa me. I ain't ready for ya to finish yet!" Applejack said, squirming a bit to get the rutting buck's attention.

Big Mac really didn't want to pull out, his instincts instead demanding he take this mare-in-heat harder and give her his seed now, but knew it would be rude of him to finish himself without allowing her to as well. She was the one in heat after all, not him!

Knowing she wanted him to last, Big Mac started to pull out of Applejack with some effort, moaning as her needing hole tried to suck him back in just as hard as he pulled out. The temptation to just thrust back in and greet his climax was barely overcome by him as he finally pulled out partially, it taking all of his willpower not to just enter her again and embrace his instincts. With one more great tug of his hips, he was finally free of Applejack's vise.

Applejack felt her heat flare again at Big Mac's sudden absence and winced at the intensity of it, wanting to get back to business, but only after a moment of letting him rest and letting his body relax slightly. She didn't want him unloading too early after all, not without her having at least a couple of releases of her own.

When she'd decided he'd rested enough and wasn't ready to blow, she decided to bring up what she'd been considering to herself earlier. "Hey Big Mac, lie on yer back. Ah wanna try somethin' new this year." she asked, cocking her head cutely at him with Mac not even hoping to resist her request at such a face, nor that he wanted to anyhow.

Big Mac immediately obliged, Applejack's pheromones setting his groin on fire as his stallionhood throbbed desperately, his instincts and her heated scent making him urgently need to feel the heat and tightness of his mare's insides again.

As he felt his back press against the hard wooden loft, Mac rested his head against a nearby hay-bale and soon after felt Applejack's hoof press against his still-soaked cock, making him clench his teeth as the sudden contact sent a small burst of pleasure up his spine. "Boy howdy, did y' grow down here since last year er somethin' bro?" Applejack asked, swearing he'd somehow grown at least another inch since they'd last done this, but quickly chalked it up to illusion from the dim light casting shadows.

Applejack looked over Big Mac's now-fifteen-inch breeding rod, with it having grown substantially longer and thicker since their first time together those many years ago when he was still a colt. She marveled at the sheer size of it as she continued to softly rub her hoof over it, making Big Mac press his head back against the hay at even the simplest touch on his needing phallus; her pheromones increased his sensitive to any touch, no matter how minor.

Applejack gave her brother's mast an experimental lick and elicited a moan from Big Mac as she tasted her juices on him, tasting the slightly-sweet-and-salty flavor of her own 'honeypot' as she again licked him to get more. Big Mac returned the favor and licked Applejack's sopping wet lower lips a couple of times, teasing her right back as she gasped at the surprise sensation of his tongue, the gasp alone worth it, but Mac also wanted to taste the sweet flavor of her juices before they got into the main act.

“Well, ya wanna play like that do ya?" Applejack asked with a huff as she then moved to straddle him, looking into his eyes as she put his hard cock right against her hot and puffy gem. Grinning at her brother as she lined up his 'tree' and her 'plot' with her hoof, Applejack teased him back. "Well, Ah can play that game and it's mah turn now!” Applejack stated with an edge of challenge, and with that started rubbing her dripping snatch against her prone brother's cockhead, making both moan deeply as she teased both herself and her brother further.

Applejack leaned down to whisper in Mac's ear, teasing as she did every year with what he'd told her as a youth so many years ago. "Ahm gonna make you 'sting' me hard, big bro. Gonna bury that 'stinger' soooo so deep into mah 'honeypot' that it's gonna seed mah 'fertile plot' directly." Applejack said, and after finishing her seasonal tease and lubing him up somewhat in the meanwhile, Applejack slowly slid herself down on Big Mac's rod and distinctly felt every bit of his fifteen inches as it slid into her ever so slowly. She loved the feeling, finding that, as it was every year, his mere entrance into her slightly quelled the burning heat deep in her already.

"D–dang big brother, yer...so...biiiiiig!" Applejack moaned out as she slid him ever-so-slowly into herself, teasing the big red stallion lying prone underneath her as well as herself with the super-slow descent. She saw his head press back into the hay again, the feeling of her hot passage slowly, slowly sliding down his member again likely quite the sensation as it lazily encased him in its warm, tight confines once more.

Getting impatient and wanting to feel her warmth fully surround him already after nearly half a minute of her slow descent later, Big Mac met Applejack's slow drop half-way with a hard thrust when she'd reached his medial ring, the touch of her lower lips on that most sensitive band making his instincts flare. His thrust hilted him to her cervix and made her gasp in surprise at the sudden fullness, then moan loudly as her whole passage started squeezing against his fully-embedded rod.

"G–Galdarn it Big Mac...!" Applejack stuttered out, barely able to as pleasure surged through her, her body rewarding her with a mini-orgasm; rewarding her as she finally gave it what it needed, her passage already so fully filled by a stallion, her body anticipating so much more to come as her small release lubed her up more.

When Applejack recovered moments later from the massive burst of pleasure that Big Mac's sudden thrust had sent streaming through her, she started to ride him roughly.

No more teasing. No more foreplay. Just. Pure. Rutting. She needed him, and she needed him now!

Applejack started a fast pace as she pounded Big Mac as deep as possible in her needing passage with every downward movement, their cries and moans joining the soft slaps of their wet flesh meeting, the sounds spurring their lust-addled minds even harder as she rode her sibling like the bucking bronco he was.

With a mischievous grin, Applejack pulled out as far as she could before she flopped down on Big Mac's big cock, lodging its head right against her cervix again and getting a very low moan from both, making her remain planted at the sudden jolt of pleasure from him going so deep again. “Woo...nelly, yer...so...huuuge!” Applejack barely managed to force out, drool streaming down her muzzle and neck as she embraced another mini–orgasm, her passage massaging his cock as Mac's Earth–Pony stamina was put on display through the tight milkings.

When she came to her senses for a moment, Applejack shoved a hoof in her mouth as she remembered that they had a visitor right outside who could likely hear them if they got too loud. As she pulled up partially and started again to ride him rough, she kept her hoof in her mouth and moaned into it as her passage clamped around his massive cock, thrusting up and down like a piston on him, the wet smacks of their flesh meeting echoing throughout the barn now as her sopping crotch pounded against his.

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Minutes later, Applejack once again felt Mac's pulses increase. “Y’almost ready, biiiiig brother?” Applejack asked, pulling her hoof out of her mouth to ask him in a harsh, lust–filled whisper.

“Eeeeeeeeyup!” Big Mac grunted out in a muffled moan disguised as speech, feeling her tightness surrounding him and making him throb hard in her, starting to let out small spurts of pre-cum now as he grew closer.

Mac felt the tightness in the back of his pelvis that always foretold his finish, her rapid pounding on him over and over forcing pleasure raging through him as her hot passage clenched mercilessly on him now, telling him of her own impending orgasm. He knew she was as close as he was, that all they needed was a little push to send them over the edge. Lucky for him, Applejack had the same realization.

"Hoe–k big bro, here comes th' big finale!” Applejack nearly shouted in her ecstasy, not caring who heard anymore as she pulled herself up and stood up on her back hooves, completely pulling Big Mac out of her before lining up his rod and her muff again with her hoof. When she suddenly flopped back on his shaft with all the weight of her body, that was it. Both let out choked gasps and tensed up as they climaxed at nearly the same time, with Big Mac leading by a mere second.

Applejack felt Mac penetrate her very deeply as her crotch met his, feeling some pain at him entering her innermost region but more than slightly disappointed when he slipped right back out. This was quite made up for and immediately after she gave a loud moan, feeling his head flaring so deeply inside her that it must have been right outside her womb, spreading her innermost passage taut and essentially plugging her so nothing could escape.

Big Mac felt his stallionhood flaring inside his sister and felt her hole clenching tightly on him, squeezing so hard on his shaft it almost hurt...but the hurt was soooooo goooood. Applejack could only stutter out "B–bro...deeeeeeep" as she seemingly came again, apparently unable to even finish her thoughts in her pleasure as she started clamping tight against his cock. As she was flooded by endorphins once again, she then only held him within her balls-deep, milking him as she kept him to the hilt.

Big Mac inhaled sharply and held it, feeling the first shot of his seed burst from his shaft and forcing him to press his head against the hay even harder, then moaning loudly as the intense orgasmic pleasure it caused him slammed his mind.

Big Mac just kept cumming into his sister's foal-passage for what felt like forever. motivated to fill her fuller by the musky scent of her heat so prevalent in the barn, her own pleasured moans, her clenching and rippling around him.

Hours, years then eons could have passed by in the time he felt her squeezing around his rod, his and her orgasms never seeming to end as she started to pump down on him again even as she came, her muscles milking him and pulling everything she could from him...and what he had was a lot. He'd been saving up for her, it would seem.

Applejack's eyes rolled back as she let out a strangled moan and quivered hard, her clenching pussy milking out the first shot of Big Mac's seed. Her final rough drop onto him had done its job it would seem, opening her already-relaxed cervix completely and leaving her womb exposed to the shower it was about to receive.

She came hard after his first shot of cum hit her deep, babbling incoherently at the feeling of warmth spraying so very deeply into her abdomen, setting her off as he seemingly came directly into her foal–oven.

Applejack let out a ragged cry of pleasure as she felt Big Mac's subsequent shots of stallion milk hit the top of her deepest recess as well, followed by many more as her snatch continued to milk her brother's totem of virility, her fertile body wanting every drop of virile seed it could get from him to make a foal with.

Pleasure surged through her with every contraction on Big Mac's well-embedded rod as the hot sensation of his cum spread throughout her lower abdomen, meeting his pelvis and hilting his flared head slightly into her womb with each thrust down, feeling each time as more of his seed filled her.

His and her juices constantly oozed down his shaft and sides, accumulating underneath his flank in a puddle as their orgasms never seemed to end.

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After they'd finally stopped cumming well over a minute later, Applejack kept Big Mac hilted inside her as she collapsed down on his chest, embracing him. She felt so full and warm inside with both his penis and spunk inside her, the heavy load filling her up until her womb was slightly swelling with the burden. She rubbed a forehoof over her slightly-rounded belly, as always surprised at just how much Big Mac put in her.

When she was finally able to speak, all Applejack could manage to say was "W–wow big bro...", to which Big Mac replied "E–eeyup".

Big Mac didn't object at all to Applejack keeping him inside her while they rested, the warmth and tightness of her hole the perfect place to rest his now-hypersensitive cock. He was occasionally awarded for staying inside her with a clench of her passage on him, making both groan as she felt his penis throb in response and stimulate their frayed nerves more.

Applejack stayed still buried to the hilt on him until she finally felt him starting to soften, only then finally pulling off of her brother and lover. As she did, a big dollop of Big Mac's 'apple–cream' plopped out of her and onto Big Mac’s balls as his still-partially-flared head schlicked out of her, only adding to the mess of his and her fluids already there.

Applejack then collapsed next to her brother and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, which he gladly returned. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths until Applejack pulled away and exhaled hard, both thereafter simply lay there panting, recovering their senses after coming off such strong orgasms and basking in the pleasure of their afterglows.

When both had recovered fully some minutes later, Applejack shifted.“B–boy big brother, y'sure know how to sow some apple seeds!” Applejack barely croaked out as they both looked down to the large puddle of his and her fluids that had dripped out of her and onto him and the floor, seeing them streaming then dripping off over the edge into the hay on the ground floor below them.

Big Mac could only grin confidently. “Eeyup!” he said, giving Applejack another gentle kiss.

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Outside the barn in a high hay–pile near the loft window, Zecora had watched the two siblings down below as they bred. Unable to resist the temptation to clop throughout watching the incestuous couple, she'd worked herself hard and fast, trying her best to match their pace as she got herself off.

As she finally watched Applejack press herself down on her brother the last time and both jerk their heads back and moan as he started to cum in her, Zecora pressed her hoof deep into her own swollen mound as she greeted her own climax. She shoved her other hoof in her muzzle to stifle her moan as she came hard, humping into her hoof and grinding her hips as pleasure surged up and down her spine, making her mind blank for a moment as she rode it out.

When Zecora came off her orgasm a few seconds later, she decided she should clean herself up and proceeded to lick her hoof clean. As she was licking her juices off her hoof, she sniffed at it when she smelled an ever–so–familiar scent. She sighed as she sniffed again to confirm her suspicions – that second time confirming that her own heat was coming on soon. Another heat in her hut…all alone. Zecora sighed as a single tear went down her muzzle, with her realizing just how lonely she felt all of a sudden.

~

Moments later, Applejack and Big Mac licked up their mess off each other, Applejack cleaning his sides and flank of his and her mess – then asked him to lay down and started to clean him of the seed and juices that still clung to his stallionhood. She lightly bobbed her head over his shaft to get it extra-clean, getting a soft moan in response to it as she stimulated Big Mac's still-sensitive member and balls.

Big Mac decided to return the favor and licked Applejack's rear of her juices and his own seed while she cleaned him, causing her to moan as his tongue lapped over her messy flank and slightly into her vulva. He left her rear clean but for his saliva, but as he had cleaned her, he had picked up on her heat again and felt himself hardening in response.

Applejack felt his member start to harden and twitch again in her maw, but quickly pulled off, getting a soft whine from Big Mac at losing the warmth of her mouth around his penis as Applejack sighed. "Gal darn it Big Mac, we ain't got time fer more! Zecora's been waitin' fer us and it'd be right rude of us to keep her waitin' longer!" she said, watching Big Mac wince as he felt his stallionhood painfully throb in need, now fully hard again from her pheromones now raging through him once more.

Seeing the need in her brother's eyes and knowing his hard-on wouldn't go down for a long time with her nearby and in full heat, not to mention loving him and hating to see him like this, Applejack sighed as she lowered her head to his crotch again.

"...Fine, but jus' a quickie to get ya soft again." she said hesitantly, then taking her brother's cock into her maw once more.

Big Mac moaned louder than he probably should have as he felt Applejack's warm mouth again close around his stallionhood as she lay down with her rear facing him. He started softly thrusting into her muzzle as she started bobbing her head, moving her tongue along his sensitive underside and head.

The pace was surely not leisurely, with Applejack aggressively sucking and thrashing her tongue over his glans, clearly just trying to get Big Mac off again as fast as possible. She made him press his head back into the hay-bale as he felt his cock throb constantly in her muzzle. He was still over-sensitive from their mating, but he sure as hay wasn't going to tell her to stop!

She's way too good at this, Mac thought, and as Applejack continued to bob on him, he decided to return the favor. Big Mac reached his head over to Applejack's rear conveniently pointed at his muzzle and started licking roughly at her now-wet pussy as she blew him. Taking her moan vibrating his cock as a go-ahead, he plunged his tongue into her slit and was rewarded by another deep moan stimulating his stallionhood, making his pleasure spike for a moment as he started to eat his sister out.

At such extreme stimulation, Big Mac came again in under a minute more of the constant, rough treatment his sister's mouth was giving him. He grunted hard as he felt himself flaring, then seconds later he started to unleash his second flood, with it only slightly less in quantity then his first thanks to it being breeding season with a heated mare nearby.

Mac stopped licking Applejack's passage, much to her disappointment, and groaned in pleasure again as he softly humped into her muzzle during his second orgasm, barely able to contain his instincts to rut her warm, soft muzzle hard as pleasure surged through him once again. He easily filled Applejack's muzzle twice as she swallowed all he had to give her, gulping down the slightly-thinner semen and wiping some spittle off after she pulled off him.

"There, yer soft. Now let's go 'fore ya get hard again!" Applejack said, heading to the barn door as her dazed brother stayed unmoving behind her, still twitching on the floor as his afterglow started. "MOVE!" Applejack snapped, breaking him out of his post-orgasm stupor and causing him to get up and follow her out.

Still horny despite her heat having ended for the moment, Applejack decided on something as she and Big Mac walked around looking for Zecora. "Hey Big bro..." she started, feeling another twinge of want from her loins as her heat kicked in again, "Look, after Zecora leaves Ah guess Ah can help ya 'plant yer tree' again. How's that sound, bro?" Big Mac could only nod and stupidly grin as he still rode out his afterglow, making Applejack sigh and roll her eyes. "Stallions..." she muttered under her breath.

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Zecora watched as Applejack and Big Mac approached her, her feeling none of the tension between them that she had when she'd encountered them in the barn, with the two farm ponies seeming very, very calm now. "So what can we do ya for?"Applejack once again asked as they reached the zebra,

Zecora, in turn, nodded. “I am here to acquire; the apples and plants I require. I’d also like to ask a favor from you; if that is OK to do?”

“Of course, ask away!” Applejack said, with Big Mac nodding in agreement.

“Very well...I request your assistance; I ask tomorrow for you to travel a small distance. To my shack I ask you come; to help me clean it up some! Of course, to you some bits I'll pay; to make it worth your trip and day.” Zecora said, then looked at the siblings as she awaited their response.

"Yeah, we could do that, right Big Mac?" she asked, nudging the large red stallion as he once again started to space out.

Snapping to his senses, Big Mac nodded rapidly. "Eeyup."

The trio then spoke a short while more, agreeing to meet at her hut the next day in the late evening. Zecora also explained what needed to be done, telling them they'd mainly be picking up used potion bottles and boxes. They then parted ways as Zecora detected them being seemly distracted, seeing herself out after retrieving the basket of her apples and ingredients. Zecora gave a few Bits in addition to what she owed for the basket of apples and herbs, claiming it to be an advance on them helping her with her hut. Zecora grinned to herself as she walked away, knowing she had 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, need some help 'planting that tree' of yours again...?" she asked, wagging her rear and flagging her tail up as winked her clit at him.

"Eeyup!" Big Mac replied, nearly tripping over a nearby plow in his eagerness to follow her.

Applejack again rolled her eyes and chuffed as he recovered his balance. "Stallions..." she said, this time saying it aloud with a small laugh. Big Mac's already-hardening member was slapping against his inner stifles, with him following the trail of mare-juice left by Applejack as they made their way back to the barn, both still horny and eager to get back to rutting.

~

After their second session, in which Big Mac mounted and properly thrust into Applejack as a stallion should, he again came inside her, with him making her also orgasm again as he continued to thrust hard into her, his flared head pressing his seed as deeply as possible into her passage as she milked each gush out of him. He pulled out with another stream of his seed forming from her already-full canal, oozing out of her and down to the ground.

As they sighed in their afterglows once again, Applejack spoke, nuzzling against her brother as they shared their afterglows. "Ah love ya big bro," she said, and Big Mac responded by meeting his lips to hers, sharing an intimate kiss with his sister. Kissing his first and always true love.

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After Big Mac had already left for Zecora’s the next day, Applejack headed off to various deliveries she had to make. Unknown to him, Big Mac’s “apple seeds” from his 'stinger' had indeed slowly made their journey to their destination deep into her 'honeypot' as Applejack said they would, ending up at the “fertile plot” inside her Fallopian tubes, unlike the previous years.

The previous night, a “mixed–apple seed” had finally found a nice comfortable "plot" to grow in for the next eleven months after slowly traveling to her womb over time, a foal forming within her just like their first time…

Chapter 5.1 : A Self-Playing Lyre

Pairing(s): Lyra Heartstrings(solo), Lyra Heartstrings x Crescent Moon(as foals)

Contains: female masturbation (dildo/hooves) including multiple orgasms, squirting, and a magic-ejaculating dildo, a fantasy of vaginal sex, and memories of foalcon (first-time vaginal sex between a colt and filly).

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Lyra Heartstrings had kept herself busy all day, doing miscellaneous things around the house and trying to keep her mind off the ever-heating problem between her legs. While her heat had started as but a small spark that morning, it had grown to an ember by lunch time when she'd gone for the potion but failed, with it then finally turning into what felt like a roaring campfire between her legs as evening kicked around.

When Lyra just couldn't take the burn and itch anymore, she quickly walked up the steps to her and Bon-Bon's shared bedroom, flopping down on the soft sheets of their bed and sighing as her head hit the down-feather pillow. After getting comfortable, Lyra slowly moved her hooves down to her swollen and slowly dripping marehood, using both to spread herself and gasp. Holy Celestia did that feel good!

As she moved one of her hooves to press inside her, a surge of pleasure went through her and caused her to gasp again at the sensation as she did, gritting her teeth as she started to press in a little deeper and rub harder. She started slow, but after a few seconds, she started to really dig in, wanting to just get the edge off after waiting so long already.

After rubbing herself roughly for a long while, reaching but never transcending her peak a few times, Lyra finally took a break as she felt her elusive orgasm was still nowhere near. Rubbing herself like this felt good, even REALLY good, but the release she so needed hadn't really drawn any closer since she'd started! She rubbed herself a little longer, futilely trying to get herself off and finding she instead felt hornier than before she'd started. Then she realized her problem. Of course, she just needed more stimulation! Lyra rubbed her sticky hooves together as she smiled then eagerly climbed off the bed, heading to the closet. She'd just had a good idea how to get that extra edge she needed.

After thinking of what she'd ordered on impulse last year after a particularly rough heat, Lyra reached the closet and pulled a mid-sized plain pink box down from the top shelf, quickly returning to the bed with it eagerly. Lyra looked at the box in her hooves and felt a pang of guilt when she considered that Bon-Bon would likely want her to wait for her to get home, to have fun with her heat-buddy...but she just couldn't take the burning for a second more! Lyra slid open the box and pulled out the contents: an instruction booklet, a couple of magic-containing power cells she wouldn't need, a harness designed to fit a mare, a bottle of personal lubricant – and finally, a realistically-sized deluxe stallion dildo with balls, complete with a partially-flared head and medial ring, plus a few other features to make it truly 'deluxe'.

At setting eyes on the artificial dong, Lyra felt both her mouth and slit drool at the sight, both her cheeks and marehood developing a blush while she took in the sight of the full twelve inches of what her body so desired, so needed, inside her. She didn't really like 'getting off' alone, much preferring the company of another, but she was desperate after such a long wait already. She NEEDED to cum NOW.

Lyra quickly lit up her horn and poured some magic into the toy, making sure to charge its magic capacity so it was at its maximum, that way the enchantments would take effect as long as she needed them to. Deciding she was way more then wet enough already and didn't need any help as she felt herself dripping all down her rump and onto the mattress, Lyra placed the bottle of lube back inside the box and lay on her back then started to rub the levitated dildo against her needing sex, starting to lube it up.

Lyra sighed with minor relief as the warm object made contact with and slightly parted her lower lips, one of the enchantment making it stay consistently at just above her body temperature as soon as it made contact with her, making it so it more closely resembled a real stallion's temperature. She moaned softly as the warm toy rubbed against her clit and knew that the extra Bits that the enchantments had cost were beyond worth it already, then grinned as she thought of the others she had included when she'd ordered it, realizing that this was gonna be one hay of a good time!

Deciding that lubing the dildo up was enough foreplay as she again felt herself burn with need, Lyra brought to mind her special stallion from the past. "C'mon Crescent, give it to me already! Quit teasing!" she demanded huskily as she held the toy in her magic and slowly pressed the head against her lips, then gave a full moan now as she applied just a little more pressure, just enough to get the flare inside her. The feeling of her lips being stretched and penetrated by a stallionhood felt so very satisfying, making her moan deeply as she was slowly spread open, knowing she needed more of it inside her.

Lyra started to get into her fantasy now, demanding the imaginary stallion to rut her good. "Come on, take me already! Make me your mare again!" she nearly yelled out, and to keep with pace with her imagination, she roughly pressed the dildo further inside herself and cried out as the medial ring rubbed her clitoris hard, making her head spin as an intense wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

The 'stallion' penetrated Lyra deep and she imagined him thrusting into her halfway in one thrust, claiming her and making her his again. She felt 'him' stretch her passage so perfectly, making her shudder as she was spread apart by the warm, stiff object. The pleasure only intensified as she pressed on the dildo just a bit more and the medial ring popped inside her after it rubbed her clitoris again, making her cry out as that extra force also made the head rub on her "special spot" inside at the same time, the sudden sensation almost making her black out as she saw gray briefly from the unexpected burst of very strong pleasure.

"B-Buck yeah, that's the spot Crescent!" Lyra exclaimed, rubbing the dildo again on her sensitive spot and using her magic to consistently rub it there more, feeling wave after wave of pleasure flood through her. Lyra started to drool now as she continued to pound herself with the toy, biting on the pillow to cope with the large stallionhood buried inside and rubbing her in all the right ways, making it rub her in all the places she'd needed tended since this morning.

As Lyra's pleasure rose higher, her concentration on her levitation spell failed, abruptly ending the thrusting into her much to her displeasure. She found herself unable to restart her spell, however, then totally lost herself in the moment as she felt the warm stallionhood inside her starting to softly throb now. The enchantment had started its second feature when the medial ring penetrated her, but Lyra hadn't noticed the subtle pulses until it'd sat unmovingly and hilted in her, too caught up in the hard thrusts she'd previously subjected herself to to have noticed the subtle twitches until now.

Lyra moaned in satisfaction as she pulled the toy out and thrust it to the hilt with her hooves instead, the soft yet firm balls at the base touching her plothole as she bottomed it out in herself again. The soft throbbing drove Lyra temporarily insane at the sensation, the soft pulsing soothing her heat somewhat. The softly growing rate of the throb, throb, throb felt so close to a real stallion right as he was ready to—

Lyra felt her jaw drop as she remembered what the final enchantment she'd had placed on the toy was, realizing what was coming soon. Lyra felt her marehood squeezing tight around the warm and throbbing pseudo-member in anticipation, making her moan even louder than before as she arched her hips up and pressed her head back into the pillow and braced herself.

"Y–yeah, c-cum in me my stallion! GIVE ME A FOOOOOOOOAL! RUT-ME-RUT-ME-RUT-ME-RUT-ME!" she chanted in her pure ecstasy, every nerve tingeing as she tensed up like a balloon ready to pop. She grabbed the dildo with both hooves and thrusted it in and out of her now-soaked love-tunnel at a fevered pace, her instincts dictating her actions now as it felt the throbbing malehood inside her. Lyra needed more then just an internal massage from her 'stallion after all. She 'needed him' to cum for her.

As Lyra hilted the dildo in herself again, she hit that special spot one last time on the way in and nearly screamed as she finally felt her orgasm so near, only a matter of seconds away. She left the dildo pressed to the balls in her as she instead lowered her hooves against the bed, pressing them hard against the mattress and bracing herself as she started peaking, her back arched off the bed and her rose her hips as high into the air as she could stretch – only for her elusive orgasm to ebb away once more.

Lyra felt the faux-stallionhood buried deep inside her start to throb harder now, feeling the head of the toy flaring and releasing a tingling gush of condensed liquid magic inside her, the third feature of the enchantment coming into effect as it detected her 'on the edge'. The tingling and filling sensation made her inner muscles clinch even harder on the pulsing dildo, her previous babbling turned to lustful cries as she now raced towards her much-needed finish, humping into the air as her 'stallion' filled her up with a liquid tingling sensation that set every nerve inside her filly-hole on fire.

With a stifled moan of pleasure, Lyra finally tensed up again as she reached her peak for what seemed like the hundredth time, feeling her pussy tighten and relax, trying to clamp down on the toy and draw it further into herself as she neared her climax. With this clench however, she finally tipped over the edge, starting to milk the dildo of more of its 'seed' now as she at last came spectacularly. "BUUUUUCK YESSssssss!" Lyra hissed, her last utterance before the tidal wave hit.

The pseudo-semen felt like electricity as flowed through Lyra's passage, her orgasm intensifying the slight tingle to what felt like an intense thunderstorm in her belly. She humped her hips into the air as she came, making the stallionhood inside her move ever-so-slightly and rub against her G–spot as a result, making her cry out as wave after wave of pure tingling pleasure surged through her body, making her spray her mare-cum onto the bed and mark it with the wet reward of her efforts.

As Lyra felt the constantly throbbing head of the dildo now kissing her cervix and felt the warm tingly magic spread and start to fill her very womb now, she screamed out again as she had a second orgasm right after the first, her juices soaking the bed-sheets even more as she released for a second time. Another surge of some of the most insane pleasure she'd ever felt coursed through her, her grasping inner muscles moving the dildo around inside her now, moving the toy around in the most perfect ways she could imagine to extend her orgasms as long as possible.

This was definitely the best three hundred Bits she'd ever spent!

Looking down at her belly some seconds later, Lyra's eyes widened as she noticed her belly start to expand from the huge amount of magic the dildo was pumping into her, making her womb stretch ever so slightly and giving her the utterly satisfying feeling of fullness her body demanded. As she watched her belly expand just a little more, feeling her innermost chamber stretch to accommodate that wonderful tingling mass, she couldn't take it anymore as she felt herself explode yet again, her hips arching hard into the air once more.

Lyra cried out as the dildo threw her into yet another now-nearly-unbearable orgasm, with her not even recovering from the first two as she was overloaded with yet another intense release, flooding the bed again with her love juices and creating a now-massive wet-spot on it as she thrust up on reflex and shifted the dildo around inside her more, the dildo's ejaculate ever-expanding her womb even as she came yet again.

The dildo made Lyra cum a total of four times consecutively before the enchantment finally expended its magical charge and stopped spurting in her, now simply staying still inside the exhausted, well-filled and intensely satisfied mare as she still trembled and panted and tried to regain a shred of composure, leaving her totally drained and spaced-out even some minutes after her last orgasm finally ended.

Lyra felt as the magic filling her womb and passage slowly dissipated over her long rest, sighing sadly as her depths felt empty again. She watched as her belly slowly returned to its normal, sleek shape, disappointed the magic hadn't left her feeling full longer as a real stallion would have.

As Lyra came back to her senses she noticed that her face was very wet, realizing that she'd started drooling a lot through her orgasms, the left side of her face completely soaked now with her saliva. She also felt the distinct feeling of overexertion in her flank muscles, unsurprisingly so, with her having humped hard into the air throughout all four of her orgasms and having slightly strained them as a result. She couldn't say she minded though. Those orgasms had been the best two minutes of her life! Well...almost the best two minutes of her life...

As she pulled the dildo out of herself with a groan, Lyra thought back to the stallion she'd imagined was rutting her. Thinking of how the cute little colt he was when she'd met him all those years ago must have developed into such a handsome stallion by now. She felt her heart throb in her rekindled desire for him, the dildo being a poor replacement for the stallion she now so wanted. A tear rolled down each cheek as she grabbed Bon-Bon's pillow and hugged it, pretending for a moment it was that little colt she'd once been with.

Once she'd recovered enough, Lyra realized what a mess she'd made during her fun-time, leaving both the bed-sheets and pillow completely soaked in her mare-juice and saliva. She levitated the totally soaked sheets and pillow off the bed and brought them to the laundry room, throwing them into and starting the washing machine. She replaced the bed with a fresh sheet, then a new pillowcase for both pillows, not only wanting a clean bed, but also somewhat ashamed of not being able to hold herself off for Bon-Bon and hiding the physical evidence of her self-pleasure.

~

Upon getting home a few hours later, Bon–Bon had greeted Lyra as usual…and then smelled Lyra's heat, the musky odor very strong throughout the house. She took another sniff and picked up the distinct odor of a mare's release still present in the air, knowing what that meant. "Lyra, did you go in heat today?" she asked the minty–green mare flatly, seeing a blush burn on Lyra's face and her muzzle turn downward towards the floor at realizing she'd been caught.

Lyra knew Bon–Bon could likely also smell her earlier "fun time" if she could smell her heat and pawed at the floor with her front hoof. "S–sorry Bon-Bon, but I needed to y'know, take the edge off. You weren't here and...well, I just couldn't stand the burning anymore..." she stammered, unable to bring herself to look at her best friend.

It wasn't like Bon-Bon was upset with Lyra or anything, but she was slightly disappointed. She liked it when Lyra would wait for her when her heats started so they could have some fun together, and so she could make her climax and get more satisfied than when she was alone. They were, after all, heat-buddies. Whenever one would go into heat, the other would help them get relief, then the first would do the same in kind when the second went into heat. They would keep each other sane during their heat, a time when most mares struggled with their hormones and very sanity at times, giving each other the companionship of another pony, the warm body to hold close as they reached their release, that mares truly wanted and needed when in heat.

Being heat buddies wasn't really a romantic thing though, just something Lyra and Bon-Bon did to help each other out. It was kind of like giving a friend with a bad backache a massage, except the ache was a bit lower...and more wet...and ended in more pleasure and bonding for both involved.

Ok, maybe there was a LITTLE romance in it, especially when Lyra would always cry out Bon-Bon's name when she came, and always wanted to cuddle with her after...

Ok, perhaps a bit more then a little romance, after all...

Bon-Bon looked at the disheveled mare before her, Lyra's white-and-mint-green mane frazzled, her coat pasted to her with what she imagined was her own fluids and her eyes having a desperate need in them. All and all, Lyra looked like a very needing mare in heat.

Bon-Bon wanted to help her friend's needs, but while her spirit was in, her body wasn't. Bon-Bon was simply too tired, totally exhausted from working twelve hours in a row to meet the requirements for a very important client. She knew that if she were to start a 'session' with Lyra, she'd likely fall asleep in the middle of it – and she KNEW what it was like to be taken only half–way and end up having to get herself off anyhow.

Bon-Bon looked at Lyra with tired eyes, sighing in obvious exhaustion. "Look Lyra, I'd really love to have some 'fun' with you tonight but I'm just too exhausted. I've been...standing all day making and wrapping candies. I've had to...help load the candies onto a carriage. I'm totally pooped. I'll make it up to you tomorrow though, I promise. We can even use that new toy you got last yer. The one with the harness..." She started to walk away, but turned back to the Lyra as a thought popped into her head. "But...uh...if you need to, you can use the bathroom to...y'know...'get yourself off'. I won't mind at all, I promise. I know what it's like to have a bad heat." Bon-Bon told her as an afterthought, knowing what a rough heat could do to a mare, but felt bad knowing how her house-mate was about taking care of her 'times of need' alone.

Lyra simply looked at the floor and blushed, very much wanting the touch of another, but not wanting to force her exhausted friend to service her. She then sighed in disappointment, her ears pinned back. "It's alright Bon-Bon, I'm sure I'll find a way to...help myself. Sleep well."

Bon-Bon smiled at her friend's understanding and quickly dismissed herself as she walked to their shared room, too tired to really notice the true depth of her friend's need. When she saw the fresh sheets on her bed, they confirmed to her suspicions that Lyra had gotten herself off earlier. Good, she thought, at least she's not as in need now.

Little did Bon–Bon know...

As Bon–Bon collapsed on the bed, dead tired from working all day and getting home hours after midnight, she thought of what fun the next days would be with her buddy-in-heat. Considering that Lyra had gotten that new toy last year, she knew that not only could she pleasure her mate with it, but that it would be a great time for her too when her own heat struck. She smiled as she thought of all the naughty things she'd do to Lyra tomorrow with it, feeling herself grow a bit wet even thinking about the strap and harness that had come with the toy. How it had been designed specifically for her size...

She loved this time of year despite the constant burning, loving the breeding seasons because of the bonding time it gave her with her favorite, closest mare-friend.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Later that night, Lyra Heartstrings needed relief again as she exited her fourth cold shower that day, still feeling her passage burning deep inside where only a stallionhood could satisfy. She knew she couldn't just ‘get off’ in the bathroom with her roommate Bon-Bon right outside, even though she'd given her permission. She couldn't simply go outside and possibly be caught getting herself off by their neighbors either, though she'd almost considered it.

She knew Bon-Bon said it was OK to ‘get some relief’, but she knew she couldn't control herself once she started to rub herself during her heat, knowing she was very loud when she masturbated, witha perfect example being earlier today when she'd nearly screamed for the toy to cum in her! She couldn't bear the embarrassment of possibly waking Bon-Bon, or their neighbors for that matter, by getting her rocks off even though Lyra knew both would understand. After all, Bon-Bon would be going into heat soon and would very likely be with Lyra to ‘get some relief’ herself – and boy was Bon-Bon loud when she finished! The neighbors were also both mares so they knew what a bad heat was like as well, but still...

After a short internal debate with her instincts having a weighted vote, Lyra decided that instead of possibly waking her room-mate, she would go out in the wee hours of morning and go to that alley near her house that nopony ever went into even during the day...and the one she just knew would be totally deserted at night. Nopony would possibly hear her all the way out there!

Her heat getting the best of her before she could change her mind, Lyra had put her earlier-packed saddlebags on before heading out into the night, careful to close the door silently to avoid waking her sleeping housemate.

The cool and damp night air only slightly helped the burning in Lyra's loins as she walked to her destination moments later, the need getting more intense as she realized what she was going to do...and in public! Lyra felt her juices running down her legs as she walked, slightly cooling her as the gently-blowing breeze evaporated it and left her legs sticky, reminding her she needed another cold shower after this. As she walked to the alley a short while away, her heat burnt hotter as she remembered back to how she’d gotten this desperate, knowing it was her own fault! If only she could be less self–conscious like other mares…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Earlier that day Lyra had walked into the Ponyville Alchemy Emporium, intent on getting a potion to ease her heat before it got too severe. It had just started about an hour prior, but had already started to burn as her mind was assaulted by thoughts of him, her little colt from the past. Every time she thought of the little colt, her vaginal muscles tightened and her clit winked, forcing her to keep her tail between her legs to hide her body's need. Wanting to feel him inside her again like she had so long ago, and inviting the non-present stallion to mount her and satisfy her. To give her his foal.

Ok, all I’ve got to do is ask the store clerk for a heat potion, then pay and leave. That‘s not so hard…right? Lyra had mentally coached herself, feeling more confidant then last year when she’d actually succeeded in reaching the counter...then in her panic had whinnied and then charged out of the store, leaving a very confused store–clerk. This time, she could do it…at least she hoped!

As Lyra grew nearer to the counter this time, she felt her heart start to flutter and her hooves suddenly feel ten pounds heavier, the same feeling she got every year she tried to get the potion herself. She usually had Bon-Bon get it for her, but she'd had to work all day at the candy shop today, working multiple hours of overtime to pick up the slack while one of her co-workers was out with Hay Fever. C'mon Lyra, you can do this! she thought as she forced herself towards the counter, You can do this...

As she closed in ever closer to the counter, Lyra finally felt her determination and willpower break. She instead stopped and looked at some rather sizable carrots on a nearby shelf, seriously considering buying them...though not for eating. Instead of purchasing the impromptu stallionhoods, she’d quickly left the store once again with a blush on her face, her frustration becoming evident as she stomped her hoof on the cobblestone outside.

Celestia-darn it, why the hay couldn’t she just get that dang potion like every other mare could!? She knew it was just another transaction to the mare behind the counter, that the clerk couldn’t care less that she was in heat, but Lyra felt her cheeks burn as she even thought of her heat. Why did she have to be so self-conscious about her own body?!

As she started her walk of shame back home, Lyra had figured she'd just have to wait until Bon-Bon got home that night to ease her suffering, knowing her heat-buddy knew just the right spots to hit to stop her needs cold for quite a while. Lyra knew Bon-Bon knew could get the potion for her tomorrow, that all she had to do was stay away from other ponies for the day and she‘d be fine.

Besides, their house needed some tidying up anyhow.

~ ~ ~

In present times Lyra entered the alleyway, her isolated destination. Upon discovering it was as clear as she'd expected it to be, Lyra sat down unbuckled her saddle bags. She pulled out the enchanted dildo she’d gotten from the bedroom while Bon-Bon was in the bathroom, figuring then she may need it later, and being quite right in retrospect. Lyra felt a blush form on her face as she realized what she was doing... and in public! She charged the dildo before levitating it to and rubbing the firm schlong up and down her outer lips, lubing it up and preparing it for what was long awaited by the needy mare. She gasped softly at the pleasure already starting to already from, her clit winking in response to the rubbing, inviting the stallion to enter her.

Lyra then sat in the corner of the alley, sitting on her flank with her legs spread as she saw a drop of her mare-juice dripping from her nether onto the ground. A shiver passed through her as the tip of the warm psudo-penis parted her lips, a moment later its temperature matching that of the blush in her cheeks as she then eagerly pressed the faux-stallionhood into herself. A gasp escaped her from the minty mare’s lips as she felt a touch of pleasure caress her – but then blushed as she pulled the dildo out of herself again.

She had always been somewhat hesitant about the issue of quelling her heat by herself...and now that she was doing at night and alone in an alley, she was more then slightly off-standish. Were her hormones really forcing her to this? Ever since her “encounter" with him as a filly, she was very reluctant about doing anything sexual in public.

As she thought about what her little colt-friend must look like all grown up however, Lyra felt herself grow hotter down below and moaned hard as her instincts finally took over once more, thrusting the dildo into herself again and no longer caring if she was caught, her breeding instinct overtaking her rational mind. She pressed the stallionhood in deeper, taking half in one go, eager to quell that need so deep in her as she remembered back to that time behind the schoolhouse all those years ago…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It had started as a normal enough day for Lyra. She’d gone to school like every day, had gone through first period without any problems…then it had happened. As the foals were released for recess, Lyra had felt a faint burning between her legs, but didn't really think much of it. When she looked over to Crescent Moon and suddenly felt a very tingly sensation between her legs however, she knew something was up.

Lyra had always had somewhat of a crush on Crescent Moon, a young pegasus colt who was in her class. He was about eleven, the same age as Lyra was, and she’d had eyes on him since he’d joined the school after moving to Ponyville earlier that year from Manehatten. Despite having an interest in him, Lyra had never really spoken with him much outside of normal schoolmate conversations, her shyness preventing more then casual conversations with him, despite her wanting their relationship to be something more. She’d always admired him from a distance however, especially loving his light brown coat and blue eyes – especially his eyes, the icy blue of a winter lake.

When Lyra felt the prickling between her legs intensify, she felt a sudden boldness as she sought out Crescent, wanting to be closer to the colt of her affections for some reason. When she came back to after spacing out for a bit and letting her hooves guide her, she suddenly found herself very close to the young colt behind the schoolhouse and rubbing her muzzle against his cheek.

When Lyra had suddenly walked up to and lay down next to him, Crescent had politely sat down his sandwich and turned to look at her...only to be suddenly greeted by her muzzle against his cheek! His eyes widened and his wings rose to attention as he felt her soft mane and muzzle brush against him, lightly tickling him as she for some reason cuddled with him.

Crescent was a mature colt and as such was way past the “ew cooties” attitude most other colts in the school had towards fillies. As he felt the filly—Lyra was her name?—rub against him, he smelled something he hadn’t really smelled so strongly before. Something that made him want to get to know the filly quite a bit better...

The scent of a mare, or in this case filly, in heat.

Lyra jerked back as she realized she was rubbing on her distant friend and felt an intense blush start to form, realizing her actions went far beyond those of a passive friendship. “I–ah–uh…s–sorry?!” she stammered out, clearly in shock of her own actions. Crescent looked surprised but in no way unhappy, with her instead seeing a small smile on his face as he seemingly sniffed the air, seeming to smell the odd, musky scent she'd been giving off since earlier when the tingling started. "I–uh–sorry–I–don't–know–what–that–is!" Lyra said in a panic. She wanted to go run and hide in her embarrassment, but couldn't bring her hooves to move as she wanted them to, her instincts compelling her to stay by him, her body telling her she needed to be with this colt.

Crescent felt a hardness starting in his sheathe, his member being coaxed into action by the filly's scent. He knew the basics of breeding and knew that Lyra was likely in heat, given she was showing all the signs. As he considered why she'd come to him, he felt his penis peak out, the flat head meeting the warm air as more of his colthood slipped out soon after, feeling a blush form on his face as he saw Lyra staring at it now and realizing why she'd come to him after all. As he felt another throb from between his legs when he caught scent of her need again, he realized that she had come to him in her heat. But did she really want him to breed her?

"So...uh..." Crescent stammered, lightly scratching his mane with his hoof while he lay there with a full hard-on, Lyra virtually looming over him as she stared at it. His voice had a strong Manehattinite accent, but without the gruff tone many of the Manehatten stallions had, one of the many things Lyra liked about him. Feeling his rod fully hardened as he moved to a seated position, Crescent felt the eyes of the filly in front of him glued on his colthood as it slightly moved with him, the blush burning hotter on Crescent's face now as Lyra stared with such intense interest at his 'willy'.

Lyra stared at Crescent's penis a moment more before shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to bring herself back to the world. When Lyra saw Crescent wasn't running away from her earlier actions and strange behavior, she calmed down a bit and became a bit emboldened as she decided to speak to him. "So, I...uh...kinda like you." Lyra blurted out, feeling her blush intensify as she realized what she'd unwittingly revealed. She covered her face with her hooves and half-expected him to laugh at her bluntness, but when instead she felt a hoof gently pull her own hooves away from her face, she saw Crescent smiling kindly at her and felt a wave of relief. She hadn't screwed up after all!

"Well, I kinda like you too!" Crescent softly exclaimed, the smile on his face only widening as Lyra suddenly wrapped her hooves around him in a hug. He always had kind of liked Lyra, but had never really had the nerve to ask her to be more then friends. He had always been a bit shy himself, even back in his Manehatten school.

In their closeness, Lyra picked up on the pheromones the young stallion was releasing and felt her heated passage clench as a result. She needed him inside her."So...uh..." Lyra stammered as her instincts demanded her to stand for her stallion – "would you be willing to..." she groaned softly as she stood up then let her body guide her as she turned her rear to him, presenting her backside as she moved her two-toned tail out of the way and showed him her dripping, swollen fillyhood, "...help me?"

The suddenness of Lyra's actions sent Crescent for a loop for sure, but he felt himself unable to say no to her as his eyes feasted upon the sight of her glistening, inviting slit. As he took the sight in, he felt his member start to throb almost painfully, with Crescent getting hit by another big whiff of her heat when she'd moved her tail out of the way, and sealing the deal for him. When he saw her wink her clit at him and her invite him to mount her by bending her front half down a bit, he was to his hooves before he even knew what had happened, his hooves moving to their own accord towards his needing mare.

As Lyra saw Crescent approaching her rear, she looked back at him and gave him the most seductive look she could imagine, hoping to entice the young stallion to get on top of her already and stop that deep itch inside her that she knew his penis and him 'breeding' her could solve. As he pressed on her croup with his hoof, she gasped at the sensation it sent through her, unintentionally making the colt hesitate. "Are you...uh... you alright?" he asked her, only making her nod rapidly in confirmation that she was. "So...I can keep going?" he asked, only to get more frantic nods from Lyra. "H-ok, here we go!" he said, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

This was Crescent's first time mounting a mare, and he didn't really know what to expect past his reading. The books had said it would feel really good but he wasn't so sure, making a hint of nervousness pass through Crescent as he pressed down on Lyra's haunches and moved himself over her, then wrapped his hooves around her sides and pulled her closer as he fully mounted her.

Lyra felt the weight on her croup and sighed in pleasure at it, her mind growing hazy already at just the feeling of the colt on her back. "Ooooh yeah, that feels sooo gooood!" she virtually moaned when he moved a bit on her, his chest rubbing against her rear.

Taking her saying 'it felt so good' as a good sign, Crescent squirmed again and got a soft moan from Lyra as a result. Clearly unsatisfied by him simply wiggling around on her back, Lyra couldn't help but get a bit snippy in her heavy state of arousal. "You gonna put it in me, or you gonna just squirm on top of me all day?!" she whispered harshly, looking over her shoulder to the colt mounting her.

At Lyra's tone and piercing stare, Crescent felt the nervousness come back to him as he then started thrusting softly against her, feeling his sensitive head prodding against her backside as he let his instincts guide him to her waiting hole.

When he hadn't hit the mark in over thirty seconds, Crescent felt his nerves almost make him get off of her and look where her vulva was! Crescent felt his nerves vanish when he felt a light tingling on his colthood however, seeing Lyra's horn light up with a golden aura. He quickly after felt his member being moved and pressed to the wetness and heat of her waiting fillyhood, with Lyra clearly eager to get on with it and helping him find his goal.

Crescent stopped himself from burying himself to the hilt the second his head touched her entrance as his instincts demanded, instead wanting to make sure this was 100–percent–totally–OK with Lyra. "You ready?" he asked simply, unable to manage more with the scent of a filly in need wrapped around his lustful mind. When he felt her wink against his glans and saw her nod her head rapidly, he finally let himself penetrate her, slowly pressing past her lips and putting the tip into her virgin passage.

Lyra moaned deeply as she finally felt Crescent enter her, feelings unfamiliar but so inviting moving throughout her. Desperately wanting more of those feelings, she pushed back against him and moaned again as another inch of his colthood slid inside her, racking her entire body with waves of virgin pleasure. She pushed back more as Crescent started to thrust into her and felt her pussy instinctively clamp down on his cock, trying to pull it deeper inside her.

Lyra looked to the sky as her tongue lulled out, giving a satisfied groan as she was stretched and filled more by Crescent as he thrust again and put himself further into her needing passage – unintentionally rubbing a particular sensitive part inside her and making her shudder. As she felt a spreading sensation deep inside her when he reached a certain point followed a mild stinging pain, she winced and bit her lip – but that pain quickly faded as he spread her full tunnel wide, making her moan again when a deep feeling of satisfaction washed over her as he finally hilted her.

When Crescent stopped again and asked if she was OK, Lyra nodded sharply. "I'm...OK...it just feels...feels...so gooood!". Feeling her inner muscles squeezing softly against Crescent's phallus, Lyra felt every bump and curve of the breeding rod stuffing her whole passage full. Everything felt so perfect to her at that moment, a feeling of zen overcoming her as Lyra felt her little stallion making her a true mare.

"Ooooh Celestia..." Lyra moaned as her muscles squeezed around the stallionhood inside her, hearing Crescent moan softly in response to the increased tightness on his rod.

"Y–you's so hot and tight!" Crescent stammered out as he squirmed around a bit, his accent, and movements both making Lyra feel a trill of pleasure and give a small squeak as she continued to adjust to him inside her.

A moment later, Lyra took the initiative as she rocked her hips forward then back, sliding Crescent's member in and out of her well–lubed passage. When his head hit an extremely sensitive spot inside her, she nearly cried out but instead settled for a quiet yelp – not wanting to reveal their actions to the other foals still playing outside after all. "R–right there!" she said in a rough whisper, the sensations of him rubbing her 'there' making her head very light as her pleasure skyrocketed for a second each time.

Crescent took the hint and took over the mating with a nod, starting to rock steadily deeper into her now as his breeding instincts dictated his actions. Lyra felt so satisfied at that moment, his breeding rod seemingly the perfect size for her as he soon filled her completely again, hilting her and making her feel so very full.

Crescent pulled out of Lyra partially, then thrust back in slowly a second later, rewarded by her quiet moans as the young stallion slid into her again and she felt his balls slap against her teats. When he rubbed again against that spot she'd so loved before with his next thrust, Crescent felt Lyra tremble beneath him – smiling when a very deep moan titillated his ears and he felt her passage squeeze hard on his member in response. He learned quickly and continued to thrust into her at that angle, hitting her G–spot each time he thrust and feeling her tremble in pleasure beneath him every time he did.

When Crescent started to feel a tightness in his pelvis a couple minutes later, he only thrust into Lyra harder, his instincts telling him to hilt her with each thrust now as he felt his pleasure rising ever higher. Something started to build up inside him as he felt himself starting to grow, the pressure forming in his pelvis making him grip her sides hard and thrust ever harder into his young mare as he instinctively knew something very important was gonna happen.

Lyra couldn't help it and let out a soft cry as her little stallion started to flare in her, feeling Crescents now–swelling tip rub her special spot that much deeper as it grew larger. Lyra felt her pleasure starting to peak as Crescent started to thrust very roughly into her, his flare so deep inside her now and giving her aching inner muscles the message they needed as his swelling head started to spread her further with each thrust.

"L–Lyra! I–it feels...like...something's coming!" Crescent stammered out, the pleasure of each thrust making his member throb harder as the pressure in his pelvis grew to a point where he could no longer hold back.

Lyra considered what this meant, and knew this is what she wanted.'D–Don't you dare pull out!' was all Lyra could whisper as her dam finally broke and she came hard, pleasure flushing through her and nearly making her hooves collapse as she trembled hard.

Crescent's thrusts continued through her clenching muscles as he kept working towards his own inevitable orgasm, pleasure slamming him hard as it all came to a head seconds later. Crescent gave a hard groan and an even harder thrust, feeling the tightness in his pelvis snap. He hilted himself inside Lyra as his penis throbbed once, twice – then started shooting his load out and into the tight and clenching passage he was buried to the hilt in, putting him into a state of pure bliss as he inseminated his first fertile mare.

The second gush was quickly followed by another as he then held her tighter to him as he pumped his stallion–butter into her, pleasure and instinct making Crescent thrust deep with each shot into Lyra, each one pressing his semen as far as it would go into her fertile passage and soon after making it enter her womb.

When Lyra felt Crescent cumming in her, her own pleasure exploded as she felt his wet warmth being shot and forced so deeply inside her, the feeling making her cry out as he kept thrusting into her throughout his orgasm, his flared head pushing his oh-so-warm cream deeper into her wanting body. She cried out again as her muscles milked him for all they could get, with each gush into her ramping her pleasure up another notch. It felt so perfect, so natural...so right to be filled by him. As Lyra felt the wonderfully sticky liquid coat her insides, she relaxed as her heat finally ended, the incessant itch and burn stopping as her body was satisfied for now with the colt's sticky gift.

Lyra tensed up again however, when she heard someone shout 'WHAT IN STARSWIRL'S BEARD–!' seconds later – and looked over to see their teacher standing there, blushing at the awkwardness of the situation. The teacher had apparently heard Lyra's cries and had come to see what had happened, but he hadn't expected THIS! Crescent was still lost in his pleasure, oblivious to the third pony – his eyes sealed as he continued to hump into her and paint her passage white, the teacher only able to watch on in shock.

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After Crescent dismounted Lyra and they'd cleaned up, Lyra was sent home for the day after the teacher had explained to her parents what had happened. She was at first lectured at length for being so irresponsible, then given contraceptives. They weren't too rough on her for long – especially after her mother explained to her father just how rough a filly's first heat was, and how she'd nearly done the same thing when she herself had gone into her first heat at school.

Lyra and her parents went to the doctor a few days later to see if she was pregnant, with the tests revealing that, fortunately for her and the involved colt, she hadn't gotten pregnant as he was apparently still too young to produce viable sperm despite being able to ejaculate, alongside the contraceptives she'd taken being there even if he were virile.

Everyone had told Lyra mating with Crescent was just a mistake, that her hormones had forced it upon her, and that she hadn't meant to do it...yet hadn't she? As she'd remembered back to that time – Crescent's tight embrace on her, his thrusts pounding into her with an inexperienced tempo, and finally that wonderful warmth blossoming deep inside her – she'd explicitly told him to finish inside her. Had she wanted to get pregnant by him? Had she...?

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Lyra then remembered how Crescent's family had moved to Cloudsdale not long after that event on business matters, their young love torn before it could even bloom. Lyra considered going up there to Cloudsdale and finding him again with aide of a unicorn's cloud–walking spell, but had never been able to during her foal–hood – and then had forgotten about him for a while until now. Now as she remembered the lovely colt, she decided that she would go to Cloudsdale and find him again once her heat was over – to rekindle her long–lost flame with "him", with the stallion she desired. The stallion she always loved.

Chapter 11.2: Like How the Bunnies 'Do It'

Author's Note

Yay, I decided to integrate these into the story after all!

Chapter 11.2: Like How the Bunnies 'Do It'

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Fluttershy

Contains: consensual deflowering, breeding, impregnation, wing-play, and voyeurism.

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Fluttershy was slightly in shock by the sudden appearance of the stallion right outside her room, but as she thought about it she realized it was likely the scent of her heat that had drawn him there. Despite her heat being generally subdued, this year it had really hit hard and permeated her entire cabin with the scent of her desire, the scent that could draw a stallion from a mile away. Perhaps it had traveled on the winds and a nearby stallion had picked it up then came to find its source?

Fluttershy was naturally scared of a strange stallion being in her house at this time of the morning—and while she was very fertile at that!—and debated on flying out of her nearby window to get away. Just before Fluttershy jumped off the bed and unfurled her wings to take flight however, the stallion stepped forth and made her wings clench to her side at the sudden movement. The stallion's forward movements happened to move him into the beam of moonlight coming from the window, illuminating himself. As Fluttershy saw the red coat and sandy–blonde hair, she at once knew it was Big Macintosh.

When Mac turned his head to look at her, Fluttershy immediately felt all fear fade from her and instead be replaced by an intense shyness and nervousness, the same she always felt around him. She felt her heart swell and her loins give a sudden burst of heat, her secret crush of so many years standing just across the room from her.

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Denclop stood there in the doorway of the yellow mare's bedroom. She had come here to help this mare; to not only Gift her, but also satisfy her on another level as well. She had read in Big Mac's memories that he had a high suspicion that this mare had had a deep crush on him in the past, likely still holding a lingering flame for him despite him already being in a relationship with the maroon mare she'd Gifted earlier.

As she'd teleported here, Denclop had sensed the mare's need as well as Big Mac's muzzle picking it up, and when she had, she knew her Vessel was the perfect one to help her with it. She made Big Mac grin as she realized that with this one she would not only be furthering her Destiny, but also would be helping a mare realize her biggest fantasy coming true.

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Fluttershy had always had a huge crush of Big Macintosh, ever since she first saw him shortly after she'd come to live in Ponyville. The first time she'd seen him, he'd been lifting a huge barrel of apple cider and carrying it on his back with no more effort than if it had been a single apple. She'd felt something stir in her that day, a flush of heat rushing to her face as she'd run away when he'd looked over at her, hiding her face in her mane.

Days after she'd first seen him, she'd met his sister Applejack while she was delivering an order of apples to her cottage. They became quick friends, despite Fluttershy's shyness making it more than a little more awkward, and therefore making it take the relationship a bit longer to develop. It was a few more delivery trips until she was comfortable around her, but after it was, they were nearly inseparable.

Soon after their friendship had fully bloomed, Applejack invited Fluttershy to the Apple homestead to meet the whole family. Fluttershy, needless to say, was very hesitant, but after some poking and prodding by Applejack she'd finally given in, not wanting to disappoint her new friend.

Fluttershy had been very reluctant to meet the Apple clan because of her fear of having to face her secret crush, but when she had arrived there—and much to her relief—Big Mac was nowhere to be seen. She relaxed a bit and got to know the rest of the family and actually started to have a good time, chatting with Applejack and listening to the old tales that Granny Smith loved to share, even listening to a song Applejack had learned on the banjo.

It wasn't until a couple hours into her visit that Big Macintosh had finally come in from the fields, and when she saw Mac peek into the family room, Fluttershy's cheeks immediately blushed red and she was tempted to just excuse herself on the spot. But, that was clearly not meant to be, as Applejack had instead lifted her up from the couch by her hoof and introduced to her brother Big Mac before Fluttershy even known what had happened. In her panic, Fluttershy had frozen up and fallen on her back, all four hooves high in the air as the Apple family looked on in both shock and amusement.

Big Mac simply chuckled softly, then with a soft smile helped her to her hooves. Mac then introduced himself simply – "Ahm Big Mac!"

Fluttershy had blushed heavily as Mac helped her up. He spoke softly, and as such Fluttershy couldn't understand his words over her own embarrassed squeaks and whimpers. Upon reaching her hooves, she'd run out the front door and taken flight, her poor first impression making her completely forget that they'd prepared a meal in her honor until the next day.

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In the following months, Fluttershy had always tried to get the courage up to ask Big Mac to be hers but always ending up retreating whenever he'd caught sight of her, remembering back to making a mule of herself when she'd first met him and not knowing if she could face him after that. She'd shared her crush on him with her animal friends and they always had encouraged her to pursue her feelings for him too, but even with their encouragements she could still only bring herself to retreat when he spotted her, her face buried in embarrassment in her mane.

When Big Mac had finally met and started courting Cheerilee after many months of Fluttershy avoiding him, her heart had shattered. She'd spent days in her cottage, crying as the loss of what could have been repeated in her mind and cursing herself for not having the courage to get him while she could, all the while her animal friends comforting her as best as they could.

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In present times, Fluttershy felt her shyness once again pushing her back from Big Mac, making a blush form on her cheeks as she was watched in her bed by her secret crush. Silence dominated the bedroom until Big Macintosh finally spoke up. "I've always known Fluttershy." he said, these three words striking Fluttershy deep and making tears start to stream down her cheeks as the memories of her loss of him to Cheerilee started coming back to her.

Another pregnant pause later, Fluttershy finally found the courage to speak to him. "W–why did you...um...c–come here Big Mac?" Fluttershy asked in a very quiet whisper. Instead of responding, Big Macintosh approached the bed Fluttershy laid on, the scent of her heat getting stronger as he approached. When he'd gotten right beside it he slowly reached a forehoof up and wiped a tear off her cheek, noticing her flinching back in response to his sudden touch.

Finally, Denclop spoke again, in a soft voice characteristic of her Vessel – "T' make yer dreams come true."

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Fluttershy almost retreated from Big Mac again, but her instincts seemed to lock her down to the bed as Big Mac leaned down slowly and moved his muzzle to hers, their lips finally meeting a moment later. Fluttershy's started wings to unclench and come loose as the sensations of her first kiss pulsed through her, the feathery limbs unfurling and laying limply beside her on the bed.

For some reason Fluttershy couldn't explain, she was the one to push into his muzzle and wrap her hooves around his neck, for the first time taking control of a situation and loving it. She knew this whole situation was wrong on many levels, foremost among them that this was indeed Cheerilee's coltfriend she was making out with, but she couldn't stop herself as her tongue pushed past Big Mac's teeth and made contact with his. Fluttershy felt her long-forgotten passions for him reigniting in her as she started to intertwine his tongue with hers, wanting him closer as she tightened her embrace on him.

Denclop reacted to the mare's dominance by pulling back from the kiss, much to Fluttershy's disappointment, but then climbed on the bed before wrapping Big Mac's hooves around her neck and resuming, pulling her closer to him as his tongue took the leading role this time. Not to be outdone, Fluttershy wrestled control back and once again made her tongue dance in his mouth, the pleasurable sensation moving through them as they continued their Prance-kissing.

It was only a short while into their make–out session before Denclop felt Big Mac's member starting to harden from the passion of the kiss, wrestling for dominance of Fluttershy's tongue with Mac's. After a full minute of deeply kissing Mac, Fluttershy finally pulled back, panting as she recovered from the sensations still going through her lips and tongue, her wings now fully stiffened again in her deep arousal. Fluttershy gasped softly when she suddenly felt something very stiff, warm and slightly slippery prod against her belly a moment later. Yet, despite the feeling being unexpected, something felt so right about it to her. Big Mac put a hoof through her mane and shushed her, then gently pushed her head down to show her what had poked her.

Fluttershy's blush grew even deeper as she saw Big Mac's rather large and lightly mottled erection pressing up against her stomach, on the partially-flared head a drop of pre-cum glistening in the faint light. Fluttershy no longer questioned why he was here nor how he'd gotten inside without alerting her animals, nor even the fact he already had a marefriend. All she cared was that he was here now, that she could finally be with him after all these long years of wanting him so badly but being too shy to claim him when she could.

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As Denclop felt her vessel panting after the make-out sessions, she thought of how to further her Destiny. This mare was a shy one, but she also seemed to have a wild streak...and as such, she just needed to find a way to stoke it. As she sorted through Big Mac's memories, she noticed that this mare's favorite type of animal was a rabbit, something Big Mac had overheard from Applejack, coming up with the perfect idea of how to get to her. "Ya wanna breed like how tha bunnies do it?" Big Mac asked, a wide smile crossing his face.

That phrase made something in Fluttershy snap as she remembered Angel from earlier, and with a roar of lust she shifted her body, utilizing her latent Pegusus agility to her advantage. Before Denclop even knew what had happened Fluttershy was on top of Big Mac, straddling him as she started rubbing his member against her now sopping wet entrance, a wild look appearing in her eyes as her heat had reignited instantly. Fluttershy's juices flowed freely as she ground herself against him, lubing him up for the next step and feeling twinges of pleasure already.

Denclop grinned through Big Mac, pleasantly surprised that this shy mare took the role of the dominant one, glad that all it had taken to get her to submit to her was a little push.

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Fluttershy continued to grind up against Mac's hard rod for a short while more, making his member as soaking wet as she was with her juices and occasionally letting out a little squeak or moan as she rubbed her clit against him. She then flapped her wings, helping lift herself up as she pointed Big Mac's tip up towards her slit. Finally gaining control of herself again, she paused as her blush burned hot, then looking at him with needing eyes. "...Um...is this...OK?" Fluttershy asked softly, her eyes begging for him to say 'yes'. With another grin Big Mac chuffed, then nodded his head.

After Mac's permission was granted, Fluttershy once again let her instincts reign over her and slowly lowered herself onto his rather large stallionhood, feeling his member pressing into her and making an intense pleasure surge through her as she gasped. This was her first time being penetrated by an actual stallion, and as she slowly sank herself down, feeling herself pushing him ever deeper into her virgin passage and feeling him spread her just as he had in all of her fantasies, she felt some pain from the stretching but ignored it.

Frustrated that this was taking so long, Fluttershy gave a hard push down – and suddenly felt his penis push another few inches inside of her, letting out a throaty moan as she forced him even deeper into her needing chamber. She felt a tearing sensation and a slight amount of stinging, but ignored it – she just needed to get him deeper, her instincts demanding it. It was but a moment more before she felt his medial ring press past her lips, stretching them and rubbing her clit as another jolt of pleasure traced the length of her spine and made her whole body tingle. Fluttershy quickly realized that this felt way better then she could have ever thought, even in her most powerful imaginings!

Fluttershy soon stopped as Big Mac bottomed out in her, feeling stretched further then she ever had been able to accomplish alone, his deeply-buried cock satisfying her in ways her hooves just simply couldn't. She just sat there in a daze of pleasure for a while, her head tilted back and her whole passage feeling so satisfyingly full as she kept him planted to the hilt in her, the sensation of fullness overwhelming her senses as she finally felt, really felt it after so many years of pretending. As she finally felt the real Big Mac deep inside of her, buried to the hilt and softly throbbing.

Finally Fluttershy snapped out of her daze and lifted herself, feeling his member rub her the opposite way now as she slipped him partially out of herself. She lifted herself further, leaving only his head between her lips before flopping down all the way onto him again, causing both to groan at the intense pleasure that had caused them. Fluttershy repeated this a few more times, relishing the pleasure and power she got from it before she felt that something about this was...wrong. That this...this didn't feel right at all to her. Then she realized why as she then pulled off of Big Mac, pulling him out of her completely. She then climbed over him and got off the bed, starting to walk away and heading towards the door.

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As she watched the mare heading towards the door, this set off a red flag to Denclop. She couldn't possibly let this un-Gifted mare get away! Quickly Big Mac got off the bed, with Denclop having every intention of pouncing on her and finishing this herself. Denclop found herself stopping sharpish as Fluttershy stopped walking a few steps from the bed, making Denclop halt before plowing into her in the wrong way.

Fluttershy looked back over her shoulder at the red stallion who was virtually right on top of her and gave a soft smile as she flicked her tail out of the way, showing her glistening vulva to Mac as she winked herself at him, inviting him to breed her and make her dreams, both literal and figurative, come true. "Would...um... would you mind taking over now? I-I mean if that's what you want." Fluttershy asked huskily yet somehow still submissively, with her lust evident and just an edge of challenge to her voice – that edge suggesting that even if Mac said no, she'd just pounce him again. Denclop liked that in a mare.

Denclop however was more then happy to oblige the mare's request and a moment later Mac climbed on Fluttershy's back, wrapping his hooves around her sides and getting a pleased sigh from her in return. As Fluttershy felt Mac mount her, she yelled one more thing before she felt him plunge into her.

"D-do me like the b-bunnies do it."

Denclop was more than happy to oblige her latest mare's request, plowing Big Mac's member into the butter-colored mare as deep and as fast as she could make Big Mac's body go, making Fluttershy moan and alternately squeal in pleasure with a volume Denclop hadn't heard in quite a long time as Big Mac hilted in her with every thrust.

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Denclop pounded into Fluttershy at full throttle for what felt like forever for the small yellow pegusus, Fluttershy moaning deep and long as she was taken like a wild animal, her stallion pounding into her as hard as he could just like in her fantasies. She didn't last long into her first mating, and only seconds in she came hard, Fluttershy's inner muscles contracting on her stallion's still-pistoning breeding tool as he rutted her through her orgasm, his deep thrusts slowed only slightly by her clenching.

Fluttershy screamed out Mac's name at least once as she felt him still humping deep, cumming harder than she ever had before, her orgasm extended by the constant stimulation of his non-stop thrusting, her pleasure rising above even the intense orgasm she'd had earlier and making that one seem like a simple massage in comparison. Her increase in fluids from her orgasm only lubed her passage more, enabling Big Mac to thrust even easier into her.

Fluttershy's maddening pleasure never faded even after her orgasm did, the constant stimulation of Mac humping into her at full speed keeping her in a constant near-orgasmic state, leaving always on the edge but not quite falling over it, the intense tingling pleasure rippling through her whole body as her slit was assaulted by his flurry of thrusts.

Big Mac shortly after started nibbling and licking on Fluttershy's withers and neck, his hot breath going through her mane as he panted from his exertion, with these newest sensations fraying her nerves even more as her pleasure spiked even higher from the added stimuli. Fluttershy started to pant even harder and whine even louder as she squirmed and shuddered beneath him, clenching her teeth as she struggled to cope with the intense sensations of being rutted bareback, her back legs wobbling as she failed to and her second orgasm pushed ever closer. When he roughly bit the ridge between the ball-joints of her splayed wings, that was finally all the poor mare could take.

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Denclop heard the mare under her let out a deep growl as she came what seemed to be even harder than before, feeling her clamping down on Big Mac's member once again as she felt the mare's release spray onto his crotch. The extremely tight clenching and rippling of her passage over Mac's flaring cock was too much for her vessel to take again, making Denclop press hard into the mare as Big Mac's head started to fully flare inside her.

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Fluttershy felt the huge expansion spreading her just like she'd always imagined it, feeling Big Mac's cockhead balloon inside of her and sending her breeding instincts haywire, instinctively knowing exactly what was going to happen; she was going to be bred by him. As the first hot rope of his seed shot into her, her growl changed to a deep moan as she felt it land deep inside her, then she felt another, then another burst of warmth landing deep inside her, her orgasm growing ever stronger as she felt his sticky cum coat her insides and replace her heated itchy horribleness with a soft, soothing warmth. Finally feeling Big Mac filling her up with cum just like she'd always wanted.

Fluttershy cried out, throwing her head back and meeting her lips with Big Mac's as he continued to hump into her, albeit at a much slower pace, even during their orgasm. He'd stopped humping after the first few spurts but continued to cum in her for another twenty seconds as her body continued to claim its foal from this stallion, each spurt sending Fluttershy into a deeper and deeper state of pure bliss. Each spray from him was met by Fluttershy clenching down and rippling hard on his gushing stallionhood, milking out the next load and rewarding him with another short cry as she felt it land deep inside her.

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Finally, after a long period of filling this mare later, Big Mac's reserves ran dry. Denclop quickly moved to dismount her and pulled out of her with a wet slurp as her body tried to still contain him within her, a pearl of his seed soon showing itself in her still-spread and winking marehood, then streaming out onto the floor.

After he pulled out of her with a schlick, Fluttershy barely managed to stumble over to the bed on her extremely wobbly hooves, her mind still swimming in the cocktail of hormones their sex had conjured. She flopped down hard onto the bed on her side, still panting as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasms, her wings still taut as her passage still contracted occasionally, sending another short aftershock of pleasure through her as she felt herself clench again. Fluttershy sighed as she once again cuddled the pillow on her bed, smiling widely and eyes clenched shut as she felt Mac's warm boy-goo oozing out of her and onto her now-totaled sheets, but that didn't matter to her right now. This was exactly how she'd always dreamt this would feel after Mac filled her, her dream come true at long last.

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Denclop soon joined the mare on the bed, lying down behind her and started to rub her flared wings as her marehood started to leak their love cocktail onto the bedsheets, with Fluttershy moaning softly as Mac started to massage her wings; the pleasurable sensation different than her sexual pleasure, but still mind-blowing all the same.

Denclop continued to rub her wings, hitting all the tense spots as if he actually knew what he was doing. Fluttershy cooed in her mind as he rubbed a particularly knotted muscle, making Big Mac smile softly at her cute sounds of pleasure. Fluttershy moaned softly again as minutes later she felt another small orgasm pass through her as he continued to rub her wings, feeling her wings lightly pulsing and twitching in response and making her feel even more amazing and relaxed as she had what Rainbow had earlier told her was called a "wing-gasm".

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After she'd heard the soft moan and felt the gentle twitching and throbbing of the mare's wings, Denclop had stopped rubbing after detecting no more tension or knots, seeing her wings instead now hanging limply beside her. The mare then turned over and nuzzled against her vessel's cheek, sighing in contentment as she silently thanked him for this time she believed he'd given her. Thanking her for her Gift.

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This was what Fluttershy had wanted ever since she'd first seen him. Just to have him be with her, to be this close to her, if only for a night. A few minutes of cuddling and soft kissing later, Big Mac suddenly got up and walked out into the hall, and as soon as he was out of her sight, Fluttershy once again saw a bright flash of pink light. She quickly got up and walked over to the doorway to poke her head out, then sighed in disappointment when she discovered the next room was as she expected. Empty. He was gone once more, but as Fluttershy patted her quite-full belly, she knew he'd left her with quite something in his stead.

He'd likely just sired a foal for her, after all.

As Fluttershy turned around to go back to bed, her eye was drawn to a glint of moonlight reflecting off of something on the lower part of the door. Looking closer, she once again discovered a fresh spray of semen near the hole in the door. Fluttershy sighed as she went and quickly retrieved a washcloth as well as a fresh pair of sheets. She and Angel really needed to talk.

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As Fluttershy bathed then went back to bed, Big Mac's sperm traveled deeper into her, finally reaching her waiting egg as she awoke later that morning to give her animals lunch, having slept in for once after such an exhausting night. The fertilized egg then found its way into her womb, and would in eleven months give her the child she'd long dreamed of having. The foal of Big Mac.