Denclop's Return

Darkness, then a caress upon her form, stirring her up from the darkness and letting her rise from the murky depths of unconsciousness. Her vision went from black to blurred, focusing as best she could on the pony who had summoned her. She asked them to put her on, and when the stallion who had Awoken her refused, she lashed out with her magic in the form of a magical forcewave, hearing a small, distant thump as the pony was slammed to the nearby wall.

Blindly, she did as her instinct told her to, reaching out with magical tendrils and feeling around, seeking the one who had Called her to continue her Destiny, the one who had offered himself as her Vessel for her to use, and to fulfill the needs of those mares Calling her. Those begging for their Gift.

Finally, she reached the face of the stallion, her vision blurry still, but she knew it would clear once she had taken control of him, and could see through his eyes. That's how it always was; without a host, she was like a vulnerable foal, half-blind and near-powerless, but with one, she was a Goddess. Denclop, the Goddess of Love and Fertility. As she slid over his face and latched on with magic, she could feel herself instantly gain a surge of power, entering her host's mind, weaving herself into his consciousness and taking over.

She had Awakened once more, to fulfill her calling. Denclop had returned. Then she reached down to that most important part; his sheathe, and within it the tool with which she would Gift the mares Calling to her, begging her to fill their bodies with her Divine Gift! She needed to coax it out, to see it...

"Wait a bloody se'ond. Wot tha bloody 'ell...?" she said as soon as she looked down at her host's body, speaking in his voice. The voice was distinctly that of a young male, possibly one from Trottingham judging by the accent.

"Oi, seriously, wot tha bloody 'ell!?" she said again as she looked down to the small brown-and-white-mottled hooves, barely six inches in length each, then looked down to the sheathe she'd felt. She felt it swelling and kept rubbing, needing to see it. Needing to see her Vessel's penis.

"Ya gotta be kiddin' me mate!" She was not at all impressed with what she found.

This clearly-colt's penis was only two inches long as she made it attain its full hardness, his testes very small. It was clear he was of breeding age, if just, as otherwise she wouldn't have been able to possess him, and would have sensed such and gone back into dormancy. He was indeed producing sperm, but otherwise, Denclop was very unsatisfied. He'd yet to fully hit puberty it would seem...

"O' all th' big, strong, healthy stallions out 'ere, I 'appen t' get wot must be th' smallest, tiniest colt a th' bunch t' Call me!" Denclop said through the colt's mouth, and just then, she happened upon the colt's name in his memories.

"Oh bloody 'ell...'is name's even 'Pipsqueak' too...?!"