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Zecora felt very sheepish for falling into such a basic and clearly defined trap. The architecture design reminded her so much of the ancient ruins in her homeland that she was mesmerized and didn't take note of the archway lined with glowing runes. She passed through it, caution thrown to the wind, and suddenly found herself in what may or may not have been deeper inside the ruins.

"How foolish I am, to not see where I go. How I will escape, I do not yet know." she huffed. The fortunate side of things was that the trap was not lethal, at least from what she could see. However, it was so dark in here, wherever she was, that what she could see didn't extend far beyond her own hooves.

While she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, Zecora reflected on what brought her here in the first place. It was a few days ago when she received an unexpected visitor. Really, any visitor without an invitation or reservation for her was unexpected, since she lived in the Everfree Forest, where outside of a handful of ponies much more courageous than the average filly, most were too scared to dare enter the untamed woodlands. In this case, it was neither pony, filly or stallion, but the young dragon that lived in Ponyville. He came bearing a wax-sealed scroll in his claw.

"Hey, Zecora." Spike said. "I brought you an important letter from Princess Celestia."

"You are not the one who brings mail to me." Zecora pointed out. "That is someone else; where is Derpy?"

"I'm entrusted to deliver letters from the Princess personally." Spike explained. He broke the wax seal and unravelled the scroll, reading its contents aloud to her.

"Dear foreign compatriot Zecora, I, Princess Celestia, have received news of a magical temple that has appeared in Equestria. I understand that you have experience in such matters, so I humbly request that you investigate this matter and ensure that it's safe and of no danger to stray and curious ponies. Her Royal Highness, Princess Celestia."

"Why she does not consult Twilight?" Zecora asked. "She seems more suited to investigating this plight."

"Twilight's preoccupied with her studies. Besides, archeology isn't exactly her thing. So will you do it? It'd put you on good standing with the Princess, and that's always a good thing." Zecora thought about it for a moment. She was running low on the more obscure components for her experiments and brews. Perhaps she could make a deal with the Princess? It wouldn't hurt to try, and she'd probably owe her one after this.

"Very well, I accept." she answered. "Please tell me where it lies while I get prepped."

Spike didn't answer. Almost as soon as Zecora gave her answer, he felt the familiar churn in the pit of his stomach as Princess Celestia sent him another letter. With a loud belch, he expelled a gout of green flame that contained another wax-sealed note, almost identical to the one he brought with him. He broke the wax seal and opened his mouth to read it, but it was actually a map of Equestria, with a large red circle indicating where the mysterious ruins were located.

"Oh, here it is." Spike said, handing the map to Zecora. She gave it a look over. If the map was accurate, it was nearly a full week, round trip; a difficult journey, but she was used to travelling long distances. The zebra tossed the map into a saddlebag along with dried fruits, trail mix, a wool blanket, a tinderbox and a few other odds and ends she'd need for travelling.

By this time, Zecora's eyes adjusted to the darkness. This room that she was teleported to, wherever it was, seemed to be a temple or shrine of some sort. Empty torch brackets lined the walls all the way to a half-spiral staircase that led down to an inverted circular dais, and a large stone slab of an altar sat on top. Zecora had more knowledge about shrines, prayer and ritual than she would like to admit, but she knew that most shrines and religion to be a mass-based communion. Normally, shrines were placed in such a way that a large congregation of ponies could sit and watch on in worship.

That didn't apply here. There was no proper room or seating here for observation. The ritual circle was placed in a manner that implied its function was far more sinister. It was almost hidden away, as if its function, its mission, was a selfish one. Zecora's ears flattened against her head. She was familiar with this kind of ritual. In the land her people now called home, before their arrival, there used to live a tribe they named the Inusannon, who revelled in similar rituals to dark gods older than recorded history. Living sacrifices, self mutilation, literal bloodbaths, that sort of thing. Had they still been around, the Zebras would never have settled anywhere near there.

"I must steady myself; the fear I place back on the shelf." Zecora chanted to herself repeatedly. She would have liked to leave, run far away from this forbodding site, but her sense of obligation and curiosity prevented her. This was no longer about trading favors for the Princess. This was about ensuring that a cult or whatever edritch terrors they paid tribute to did not plague Equestria.

The only sound, aside from Zecora's heart pounding in her head, were her hoofbeats echoing off the walls as she descended the staircase to the altar below. As she suspected, it was made of stone and lined with details and indecipherable runes which had long since worn away. Sitting on top of the altar was a large block of a stone nearly a foot in diameter. She couldn't really appraise it without proper lighting, but she thought it to be obsidian.

Zecora got closer, and she could hear a faint humming emanating from the stone. It was the last thing she wanted to hear in this place. The stone was probably humming with magic; the bad kind. If it was, it was all the more reason for her to leave as soon as possible.

As she backed away, the humming suddenly ceased. Zecora froze in place. Did she trigger something? Was it affected by movement? After a moment of complete and total silence, a voice, loud and hollow, rang out from the stone, causing Zecora to nearly hit the ceiling thirty feet above her.

"Hello? Is this thing on?" the voice called out. "I might not have eyes, but I can hear you breathing! Come on, guys, it's been a long time since anyone's bothered to visit!" His voice was deep, but chipper. Almost reminded Zecora of Pinkie Pie's moxie.

"Who are you that calls out to me?" she asked. "What ghost or spectre yearns to be free?"

"Huh? I don't recognize your voice. Are you new here?"

"This is my first time here, although, the world you knew ended long ago."

"Why are you talking' like a weirdo? How long has it been since I took the big sleep? Ugh, one moment, I got a spell here somewhere that'll..." Wisps of red energy popped into life around the room and flared up into fireballs. The stone, likewise, burst into flames, but these flames quickly twisted and formed into the shape of a large stallion, almost as large as Princess Celestia. He jerked his head forward, straining against an unseen force.

"Uhh... okay, this is embarrassing." he said. "I'm... stuck. Back up a bit, this is going to get rough!" Zecora took several steps back, but the stallion shook his head. "Further back." Zecora backed up until she was up against the wall.

"My rump is against the wall." she said. "I can't back up at all."

"Well, you have to. I don't wanna crush you by accident when I get out of here." Zecora looked around for a crevice or something she could hide herself in. Her eyes returned to the stairs. If the upper level wasn't safe, then nowhere was. She stood at the top overlooking the altar. The stallion craned his neck around, trying to look for her.

"Okay, I can't see or hear you now. I'm gonna take that as you're out of the way. Alright, here goes nothing!" The stallion strained harder than before, as if trying to physically pull himself through the stone. A flaming hoof sprouted into existence, followed by another. He braced himself against the altar and pulled himself through. Suddenly, the fiery form burst into flames. Zecora backed away from the pit to avoid getting scorched by the embers. Something large hit the opposite wall where she tried to hide a moment ago.

"OW~" the voice moaned. "These walls are a lot harder than what I remember."

Zecora stepped back to the pit. Sprawled out on the ground against the opposite wall from the altar was what she could safely assume to be the stallion whose image she saw in the flames. He had very dark brown fur, almost black, but his mane was white. He got to his hooves and looked around in the darkness for Zecora, and found her on the stairwell.

"Oh good, there you are." he said. "I was afraid I crushed you for a moment."

"Do not worry about my health." she replied. "I am fine. How about yourself?"

"A bit stiff, seeing as I've been trapped here for... oh, too long."

"I am Zecora; that is my name. Now how about you provide the same?"

"A name? Uhhh..." the stallion stared off into the distance, his flews twitching as he tried to remember. "No no! Don't tell me! I got this! It's... been a long time since I've ever been addressed. Oh! Now I remember! It's Cere'Qul! I think!"

"For another moment, please bend your ear. Do you remember why you were here?"

"If I could barely remember my own name, what makes you think I'll remember why I was put here in the first place?"

"It doesn't hurt to ask. Now we need to escape; are you up to the task?"

"Hell yeah, I'd like to get out of here! Probably find whoever locked me in here while I'm at it!"

"Whom I doubt you remember as well. So how do we leave this crypt, pray tell?"

"I dunno, but all of a sudden... I fe-" he let out a large yawn. "-HEEEEEEEEL very tired!"

"AH! Your form! It fades!" Zecora gasped. "You're dissolving back into the shade!"

"Mmn, it's probably the stone. Can't really project myself into the... world, for too long. The void is a huge drain on my power."

'He's my only solution to escaping this tomb!' Zecora thought. 'If I don't free him, I'm doomed!' She didn't give a thought as to why he was locked here. His simple-minded expression and outright goofiness shifted those thoughts to the back of her mind. He said something about projection, that must mean the stone is a connection to the other side. She had a few ideas on how to perform a ritual to keep him here, but that would take too long and he was fading fast! She had to act now!

* * *

Cere'Qul woke up to find himself and Zecora outside the temple. Zecora was gathering up the remains of the stone in a cloth bag and tossing it into her saddlebag. In the bright autumn sun, the stone, which was clearly obsidian at this point, was like a black hole in the fabric of space.

"Where... are we?" he asked.

"We are outside. Turns out you didn't need to save my hide." Zecora explained.

"Why? What happened?"

"You were fading fast, and I found a solution that fit."

"...so what'd you d-"

"I broke it."

"You broke the stone?!"

"I had to act fast, or today would have been my last."

"Ah, well, I guess it couldn't be helped. Not like I even remember what it did."

"Come now, we must go." Zecora said as she put the saddlebags on her back. "Before the sun gets too low."

"Where are we going?" Cere'Qul asked as he took a step forward. He stumbled around a bit as he tried to gain control of his legs. "Oh geez. It's been such a long time since I've had legs."

"To my home, for yours now rests beneath the loam."

"Loam? What is that, some kind of sponge?" Zecora rolled her eyes and tapped the ground with her hoof. "Oh! The dirt! Wait, it's in the dirt?!"

"I will explain on the way! Now come, we must not delay!" Zecora explained to Cere'Qul that when she smashed the stone, the ruins ended up fading away around them, leaving no trace of its existence aside from the stone and himself. At least she tried to explain that to him. Keeping Cere'Qul's attention turned out to be impossible. He was bounding ahead of her through the tall grass like a deer, sending butterflies and birds scrambling for safety.

"GRASS!" he exclaimed jubilantly. "It's been so long since I've seen grass!" With his larger size over her, he looked utterly ridiculous. Zecora rolled his eyes and let him have his fun. She couldn't imagine how long he had to have been sealed away in that stone, nor did she want to think about it. All she could do now was make sure he didn't stray too far off the beaten path, or go too far ahead.

It was a shame that the ruins disappeared before Zecora had a chance to study them and learn more about the people who built it. There was much to learn from other civilizations, other cultures, other ways of thinking. Some good, some bad, all very important. That's why she moved out-

"Hua hua hua hua!" Cere'Qul laughed like a giddy idiot as he ran off ahead, chasing a deer.

"Oh no! Oh no!" Zecora exclaimed, hurrying off after him. "Too far, you must not go!" Despite her endurance, Zecora could just not keep pace with Cere'Qul and his quarry. Even the deer was quickly losing stamina. Very few predators could keep up with a deer's agility and reflexes, and most would have given up by now. With Cere'Qul being much larger, faster, and seeming to not break a sweat from the effort, the deer was unable to escape, and his hooves just gave out underneath him. Cere'Qul came to a stop and very gingerly tapped the deer on its hindquarters.

"Tag!" he said before bounding away again. It was at this point that he realized he was thirsty. After spending countless centuries locked away in the stone in a non-corporeal state, he forgot about the basic equestrian needs. His nose, still sensitive from disuse, could pick up the faint smell of moisture in the air. The smell led him to a calm brook further ahead. When he found it, he dipped his muzzle into the water and took a good long drink. Cere'Qul must have been more parched than he realized. He could feel the water all the way down his throat and into his stomach. It was remarkably refreshing after so long without taste.

When Cere'Qul drew his head back and let out a resounding sigh of relief, he saw something in the water. He tilted his head to the side, and the object moved with him. He moved his head the other way, and the object mirrored his movement. Cere'Qul patted at it with his hoof, to see if he could pick it up to examine it more closely, but the form broke away with the ripples of the water, his hoof passing through it, and a few seconds later, all the ribbons it scattered into reconverged. After a few minutes of contemplation, he was suddenly struck with revelation.

"This is... me?" he whispered to himself. "Yes, this is me. Re-flec-tion." he didn't know what to think of himself. Soot black fur, white mane, and eyes that burned and glowed like hot coals. Was he... attractive? Or was he ugly as sin? Too many years passed. It was like he had just emerged from the womb.

"Who... am I?" he asked himself. A sudden flash of memory blinded the confused stallion and he staggered back. His head felt numb and heavier than a mountain. Foreign images and sensations came flooding into his mind all at once.

The world burned around Cere'Qul as he stared down another stallion. They were standing in a cavern that glowed with the intensity of the sun, but its context reeked of malice and hate rather than benevolence. Cere'Qul breathed thick columns of flame from the pit of his stomach. He was filled with wrath that burned with the same intensity as the fires that surrounded them both. Three different forms of thought, three different voices echoed in his head, one of them he knew was his own.

The other stallion charged. There was a flurry of hooves as Cere'Qul tried to scare him back, but the other stallion was much faster. He skid to the side and lunged at Cere'Qul's shoulder, but bit into something much thicker. Cere'Qul could register the pain, but not the body part. Either way, adrenaline and rage kept him standing and quickly numbed the pain into a slightly bothersome sting. Fountains of blood sprayed out of the alien tissue, and he responded by lunging forward and chomping clean through the other stallion's back leg.

Another flash of memory blinded Cere'Qul's vision, and he found himself elsewhere. This time, instead of being filled with wrath and hate, he was filled with passion. His weight rested on top of another pony, a mare. He was inside her. He could feel her muscles clamped down around him as he pushed all the way into her depths. She was warm and loving, but something in his heart told him that she was his.

His mate.

His concubine.

His property.

Another flash. This time, there was nothing. No pain, no love, no feeling. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. He was aware of this void and that filled him with a terror unlike any other.

* * *

Cere'Qul woke up sprawled out on the ground. Zecora lay next to him, breathing laboriously.

"I feel like I will drop dead." she panted. "My hooves feel like they are made of lead!" Cere'Qul paid no attention to her, however. He was more focused on the enormous erections he was sporting between his legs. Erections. Plural. As in more than one. He didn't remember having two. Or maybe he did? He did remember that he was different from the other ponies, but that was an eternity ago. Was this what made him different? The two shafts fully erected, slapping against his underbelly and each other.

"Wrmh mgl Oep denjv?" A voice called out.

"Huh?" Cere'Qul looked around for the source of the voice, but there was no one around other than him and the odd-talking herbalist Zecora, and that voice sounded nothing like hers. It didn't even rhyme.

"Glhpgj Epg rmgla!" the voice exclaimed.

"What?" Wherever the voice was coming from, it was speaking in alien tongues. The stranger part was that Cere'Qul could actually understand it. He wasn't sure how, as he couldn't understand the words, but more the context behind them.

"Your mane is in a flurry." Zecora said. Her chest still rose and fell distinctively as she rested. "What has you full of worry?"

"You don't hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?"

"That voice. Someone is saying something like Gel-something something remula."

"I hear only the brook and nothing but." Zecora was behind him, so she couldn't see the double cocks standing stiff. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to remain a secret from her for long. A surge of heat swelled in both members, yearning for the warmth and tight embrace he felt in those memories. Rationality slipped away from him and gave way to raw impulse.

Cere'Qul got to his feet. When he put his hooves down, he kicked up a cloud of embers that ignited the grass around him. Zecora's head perked up and her ears drew back. This was exactly what worried her back at the ruins, that it was a shrine to the nether creatures that could scorch the land and plague the waters should they find a way to this side, which was their unrelenting mission.

It was at this point that even though he appeared to be an Earth Pony, Cere'Qul was anything but. Steam rose off his form, with was now glowing with the same fire hot intensity as his eyes.

"I WilL mAKe ThEM MInE!" He shouted. When he opened his mouth, he shot jets of flame out all over the place. Zecora scrambled out of the way, her hooves still heavy and cumbersome. The flame missed her by several feet, but the intense heat singed her fur. If he could not control himself, Cere'Qul would quickly burn down the entire forest!

Zecora braced herself for a nasty burn. She charged at Cere'Qul and reared around at the last second to boot him with her hind legs into the brook behind him. He barely had enough time to let out a shriek of terror before disappearing under the water. There was an explosion of steam as the water flashed to vapor from the heat. Zecora winced and dipped her hind hooves in the brook. Even the brief contact with his skin was enough to singe her hooves. Fortunately, the burn was not that bad, as most of the contact was on her nails.

"AH!" Cere'Qul exclaimed as his body cooled down enough to no longer hold back the tide of water. He was consumed by the flow, and after a brief moment of silence, he thrashed around violently under the water's surface as he desperately tried to escape. His form returned to its ashen-colored state.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I would ask you the same." Zecora replied. "A moment ago, you were wreathed in flame."

"I... I don't know, actually. Last I remember was having s-" his ears flattened against his head. He felt a little shy about talking about sex to this stranger. "I think I remembered my past. Now it's like a dream. I can't remember anything now."

"This is a problem we shall later chase. For now we must return to base."

"Okay... fine by me." Cere'Qul looked between his legs. Being cooled off helped alleviate the tension. His head was in a fog, but for a moment while in his state, he was looking at Zecora in a different light. He imagined her under his body, hugging both his dicks with her tight muscles. He wanted her in that position. More than that, he wanted her to want to be in that position. It didn't seem right, though, to demand that of her when they barely even knew each other for several hours. Maybe after they arrived where they were going...

* * *

"Are you sure you don't mind that I stay here?" Cere'Qul asked for the hundredth time as he took a look around Zecora's tiny hut. Too many things here were easily flammable, and they were in the middle of the forest. It wasn't a choice place for him to be, but Zecora didn't seem to mind that as much as she did the repeated question.

"You are invited to my home with pleasure, and yes, you may stay at your leisure." she told him for the hundredth time. Zecora felt that he was her responsibility, since she helped him from his prison. While she couldn't ask any of the other ponies to help shelter the alien stallion, the power she witnessed on the way back was too destructive to allow him into Ponyville. Her hut, while it looked fragile, was designed to endure violent chemical reactions during her experimentations. It was also why she lived out here in the middle of the Everfree Forest.

Cere'Qul looked around the small hut. It was pretty spartan, all things considered, but compared to the endless void he escaped from, it was like a palace. Zecora had only one bed, and even if she lent it to him, even half of him wouldn't fit on it. For the moment, they were returning from a brief visit to Ponyville with a mattress and sheets so he could have at least a makeshift bed to sleep in. Fortunately, he was strong enough to haul it back with his own strength. They had to get a really big mattress to accomodate him. It also involved moving around some furniture in the hut, namely the cauldron that occupied the center of the main room.

"It will have to do, but I digress, I have to send a letter to the Princess." Zecora concluded as she observed their handiwork.

"Princess?"

"She is the ruler of this land. Royalty or diety, I do not know off hand."

"Question, Zecora." The zebra turned back to him right as she was about to find a paper and quill. His head was nodding back and forth, and his eyes were unfocused. "Do you have three three and a half twin sisters?" she shook her head. "I thought not. One moment, I need to take a look at your floor." Cere'Qul slumped over unconscious, his head striking the dirt floor hard enough that Zecora could feel the tremor from several feet away.

"By the I'Qali Mu, that must have hurt!" she winced. "I can see his face imprint in the dirt!" Zecora thought to leave him there as she went to retrieve her writing tools again, but she didn't feel right just leaving him there sprawled out on the floor. She came back over and tried to push him onto the bed. Even with her higher than normal physical strength and stamina, Cere'Qul was still a massive pain trying to push onto the mattress just a few feet away.

As she struggled to push Cere'Qul onto the mattress, he suddenly shifted around, then rolled over right on top of Zecora. She didn't expect him to do this, so she couldn't react in time and felt his weight pressing down on her. It wasn't a sleeping weight, however. She realized that he was awake now. Zecora was also aware of something prodding against her hindquarters. Two somethings, in fact. She grimaced when she was horribly reminded that Cere'Qul was a stallion.

"yES. YoU wiLl DO nIceLY." He growled, bucking his hips against her back.

"I will not tolerate your shenanigans here!" Zecora hissed. "This place will be yours to fear!"

"I mUSt ReBuILd mY hAreM." Cere'Qul said, his voice sounding strangely distorted. "YoU wIiL bE tHe fIRst!"

"Get off of me, you fool! Do not dare penetrate me with your tool!" Zecora kicked out from under him and backed herself up against the wall. Cere'Qul returned to his strange, trancelike state that she encountered back in the forest. The flames, however, were more controlled, and while his body temperature was a lot hotter than normal, Zecora didn't get burned on contact with him.

"DoN'T maKE ThiS DifFiC-UAHha!" Cere'Qul was broadsided by a pair of hooves as Zecora whirled around and bucked him right in the jaw. His face made a loud clack as she struck mostly bone, and while that was enough force to drop most ponies, it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest.

"oH yES. i wiLL hAVe FUn bREaKiNG yOU." he growled joyously. He retaliated by slamming into Zecora's side. The greater body mass he had on her meant she was launched across the room like a lawn dart. She collided against the opposite wall and slumped to the ground. It didn't cause her any considerable injury, but it did disorient her. She shook off her stunned state just in time to avoid another charge from the possessed stallion. When she turned around to face him, Zecora could see the twin cocks standing firm and erect between his hind legs. Her eyes widened slightly. She knew already what his objective was, but this was the first time she ever saw a creature with two dicks. It intrigued her, and she would have liked to know more if it wasn't for the fact that he was looking to make her his mate!

Something coiled around Zecora's hooves and rooted her in place before she could react. She pulled at the roots, trying to free herself from the binds, but they were to strong for her to break. Zecora looked back at Cere'Qul, and she saw the air around him shimmering with odd familiarity. It took a second for her to realize that he was casting magic; the shimmer was the same as when the unicorns used their powers. But how was that possible? He didn't even have a horn.

"This witchcraft seals your fate! Back away, lest you experience my hate!" she hissed, but that didn't deter Cere'Qul. As he approached, two columns of flame sprouted from his shoulders and molded into the shape of a head similar to his own. The flames gave way to flesh and fur; three identical heads now weighed down the front of his body.

Cere'Qul went around behind Zecora and pressed his weight down on her back. His pricks pressed against her tailhole and labia. Her questions about the function and purpose of two cocks were quickly answered as they simultaneously pushed into both holes. The one entering her pussy went in easily. Zecora was no virgin; her first time was with her mentor back in her homeland, a combination of her coming of age and helping test out a new concoction to restore vitality in older zebras. That said, it was a long time since she had sex. She forgot how it felt to have a cock fill you up to capacity, and Cere'Qul's were mighty large.

Of course, that was a double-edged sword when it came to the one poised to enter her asshole. She never took anything up her butt before, but she heard of some ponies that loved it. Zecora honestly couldn't understand why they enjoyed it. She experimented with anal herself using some polished wooden dildos she bought in town, but quickly stopped upon feeling the considerable discomfort from getting her asshole stretched apart. Now, however, she didn't have the option of quitting.

Zecora grit her teeth as the shaft probed her tailhole. The bulging pucker was pushed in slightly before it spread apart and granted the stallion access. It was an extremely tight fit; Zecora felt like she was getting split in half from behind. Despite the pain, it felt strangely good, especially combined with the dick pushing into her pussy. It was muddying her thoughts and making it difficult for her to remember that she was pissed off at him.

"YeS! yOu WiLl gIVe bIRth tO hEAlthY fOALs." he said as he pushed his body forward. Both shafts slid all the way down to the base. Zecora grunted and cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain. Somewhere in the core of her body, between her rectum and uterus, she felt an intense surge of delight. Both cocks rubbed against that sensitive area, which made her squeal with joy. That was a weird experience for her, for she never squealed.

"This joy I feel is so strong!" she gasped. "How can it feel good when it is so wrong?"

"eNJoY iT! CHeRiSH iT! i WiLL fIll yOU wIth mY gLoRIOus SeeD!" Zecora pushed back against the cocks in time with Cere'Qul's thrusting. She wanted to better brace herself against the ground or take another position that was more comfortable for her, but she couldn't adjust herself as she was still bound by the vines. She would have asked Cere'Qul to release her and allow her to find better position for both of them, but she found it almost impossible to find the proper words.

Zecora felt two sets of teeth clamp down on her neck. It wasn't a strong bite, but sharp incisors punctured the skin. Zecora could feel something being injected into her bloodstream, based on the pressure she could feel going into her neck. What followed was pure, unbridled pleasure; the kind that hinders your thoughts and makes you think of nothing else. The venom spread throughout her body like a great warmth. her swollen black clit began to tingle, and less than a minute later it began to throb. It was the closest she'd ever come to understanding what an erection for a stallion was like.

"yOU wIll bE OUr mOst bElOvEd, lIttlE OnE." Cere'Qul's center head growled as he quickened his pace. Zecora could feel the balls pulsing as they slapped against her pubis with every thrust. Even the cock in her ass felt wonderful. Zecora felt like a virgin again, taking her mentor's meat for the first time. Her head buzzed with endorphins and her body glowed with the unique warmth that preluded a powerful orgasm.

"Your cocks feel so good in my pussy and bum!" she moaned. "It feels so good, I'm gonna... CUM! HAAANHHH!" Both holes tensed up around the cocks as she experienced her first double orgasm. Her legs trembled violently and she squirted her musky cream all over the ground underneath her. She was only vaguely aware of the cock throbbing familiarly, preparing to shoot the stallion's extremely fertile load into her, but she didn't care. Her body craved it, and no force in the world was going to stop either of them.

"rEcEIvE mY cHIldREn!" he roared as he came. His urethra was pressing against her cervix, so his thick, creamy load shot directly into her womb. The volume was incredible. It swelled up her stomach so she looked like she gained a few pounds. She could feel his sperm splashing into her asshole as well, filling her intestines and further swelling her belly. Something about getting filled like this made her feel lightheaded and blissful. It was more than she ever took inside her before. No stallion could even begin to compare to his volume!

Cere'Qul removed himself from Zecora's holes and slumped over next to her. Cumming through both cocks at the same time really took a lot out of him. After practically pissing a lake's volume of jizz into her, he was just about ready to go to sleep.

The vines holding Zecora in place went slack, and she was able to move again. A few minutes ago, she would have attacked Cere'Qul the instant she could, but the hormones from her double orgasm and whatever was in that bite made her loopy and strangely affectionate. Zecora curled up next to Cere'Qul and licked at his dicks. They had a warm, smoky taste to them. The urethrae still drooled with his cum. Zecora eagerly lapped up the salty spooge. For some reason, she enjoyed the taste. she wrapped her hooves around each member and vigorously stroked them. The limping erections very quickly shot back up, awake, active and ready for more attention from her.

Cere'Qul was barely conscious at this point in time. He was vaguely aware of Zecora going to work on his cocks. While the middle and right heads were quietly resting, the left head watched Zecora intently. Eventually she looked up and their eyes met, and after a moment's pause, they leaned in to share a deep, passionate kiss. Their snouts made it a bit awkward, but it was nonetheless hot for them.

"shOw mE whAt yOU cAn dO wItH thAt mOUth oF yOUrs!" he said as he drew his head back and continued to observe her. Zecora returned her attention to the two throbbing dicks. She swirled her tongue around the ring-shaped meatus. All three heads stirred from having that very sensitive place stimulated. Seeing the effect it had on the cerequine, Zecora did the same to the second cock. Her efforts were rewarded with a faceful of precum, which gushed out in a solid clear stream and coated her face. She licked off the goo, finding it to taste very sweet, yet salty at the same time.

"Mmnnn, it's so tasty. Do you have more for me?" she asked.

"kEEp lIckIng aND fInd OUt!" Cere'Qul replied. Zecora continued to service both cocks. As much as she wanted to plant herself on them again, she was tired from her first go with him, and couldn't exert much more energy than she currently was. It suited her just fine, though. She loved the taste of his cocks.

Zecora alternated between licking the meatus and stabbing the entrance with her tongue. She didn't achieve any penetration, but based on Cere'Qul's reaction, it felt very good to him. The dicks throbbed violently, threatening to erupt at any moment.

Zecora stood up and guided the bottom cock to her pussy lips while the top one pressed against her stomach. She let it sink all the way into her, where it pressed against her cervix again. She wiggled her hips back and forth while she serviced the top cock, taking the tip into her mouth and sucking on it like a lolipop.

Cere'Qul groaned loudly as he came, shooting thick ropes of sperm all over and inside Zecora. His volume was no smaller than the first time he came only a few minutes before. Zecora's eyes rolled in the back of her head, feeling the fresh new load splashing inside her. Despite the lack of stimulation since her last orgasm, it was enough to push her over the edge again. The cum he shot into her mouth was as thick as molasses. Zecora was immediately addicted to the taste. She also loved how it felt on her skin, and she moved the cock around to coat as much of her body as possible.

When she was done, Zecora's entire front was coated with his jizz. Her womb was once again swimming with the stuff, and she felt a warm glow in the core of her body. Cere'Qul's left head's eyes were glazed over and his tongue flopped out. Zecora worked his cock like magic. It didn't take much from her to blow his load. Because she was the only mare he's been with so far - and for that matter, the only mare he's even seen - he didn't know if the others were this good. If they were even half as good as her, he was going to like it here.

* * *

"Dear Zecora, my scouts have informed me that the mysterious ruins have just as mysteriously disappeared from the lands. I do not know if you managed to investigate them in time, but if you have, I eagerly await your report on the matter."

Princess Celestia was in her private chamber, reading aloud the letter to Zecora as she wrote it. It was nearly two weeks since she sent the first letter regarding the ruins. As the reigning princess for over several thousand years, she was very familiar with the landscape and people, so this sort of thing did not go unnoticed for her. Her duties prevented her from investigating it herself, and of course she liked to hand off such tasks to her loyal subjects like Twilight as part of their training and development.

There was a sudden disruption of spacetime in the dead center of Celestia's room, which made her drop her quill and paper and take a step back in surprise. At first, she thought it was her sister Luna, who was the only pony who would dare barge into her room uninvited and unannounced. However, she sensed a different presence emerging from the rift; an familiar and unpleasant presence. Her expression darkened.

"Discord?!" she exclaimed as the chaotic entity entered her room. "What are you doing out of your prison? How did you break out-"

"There's no time for that." Discord said. He sounded unnaturally concerned. "Tell me, Princess, has there been anything unusual going on, lately?"

"Not anything in particular."

"Be honest with me. This is a serious question. When have you ever known me to be serious?" Truth be told, Celestia didn't like the idea of Discord being serious. When he was out and uncontrollable, Discord merely playing around was already a severely dangerous threat, but he didn't really have any ambitions beyond doing what he wanted. Should he actually develop a malicious streak, there was no telling what kind of destruction he could cause to Equestria.

"Well, there were some strange ruins that appeared up north. I ordered one of my subjects to go investig-"

"Where!? You must tell me where right now!" That was a first. Discord sounded genuinely concerned, almost... in a panic?

"What is it to you?" Princess Celestia asked.

"I've been around a lot longer than you'd think. I also used to have minions, and I thought they were all dealt with the first time you banished me."

"Are you saying this is your doing?" Discord rocked his head back and forth.

"...Y~es and no. He was one of my first minions, and an incredibly untamed one at that. I planned to fix him at a later date, but then you sealed me away, and, well... I forgot about him until now."

"Is he dangerous?"

"Possibly. After what I did to him, he is but a shadow of what he once was, but nonetheless still dangerous."

"Oh... that might be a problem, then..."

* * *

"Why are we heading into town, again?" Cere'Qul asked, tailing behind Zecora. The thicket of trees gave way to reveal the quaint town of Ponyville. From where they stood, Cere'Qul could see that most of the houses were artificial constructions, rather than being grown out of trees like Zecora's hut, though a few looked like they were, far off in the distance. Ponies of many colors went about their business around town, and Cere'Qul immediately felt out of place. He easily towered all of them; until now, he just thought Zecora was smaller than normal, but after seeing other ponies he realized that he was the anomaly.

"We need some ingredients for a potion." Zecora explained. "So you don't chafe when we're in motion."

"Works for me, I guess." He wasn't even going to pretend to know what she was saying. Living with her for the past week and a half, he still couldn't figure out Zecora's cryptic words, and she hardly went out of her way to explain the meaning of her words. He was still trying to figure out how they even got together. He just woke up one morning and there they were, banging like wild rabbits. Worked for him. After spending so long in the Void, he forgot the warmth of a good mare.

A flash of light struck the ground some distance in front of them, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. The impact was powerful enough that they could feel the shock wave travel through the ground under their hooves. Other ponies whinnied in shock and made a run for it.

"What is this anomaly that causes the ponies to flee?!" Zecora exclaimed. Cere'Qul was frozen in place as he sensed a familiar presence. He couldn't quite place it, but whatever it was filled him with intense dread.

"So tell me, Cere'Qul. How did you manage to escape your imprisonment?" a voice asked from the dust cloud. The wind swept the obscuring screen to reveal a long snakelike abomination composed of many different animals. There was nothing even remotely symmetrical about him.

"Who are you?" Cere'Qul asked.

"You don't remember me? I figured as much. It has been, what, ten thousand years? Of course for you it would have felt far longer than that. It's remarkable you're even coherent." His voice was low pitched, and he spoke with the air of royal pretentiousness.

"What are you talking about? Imprisonment... you don't mean?"

"You really are slow, as usual. I am the one who put you there in the first place. I didn't mean to put you there for so long, but other matters got in the way."

"You... what?" Zecora looked over at him and noticed his mane was flickering again. His body was also trembling.

"If it makes you feel any better, you won't have to live with the torment for much longer. It's time for you to go." the chaotic creature held a claw up, palm extended out at Cere'Qul. A bright orb of pulsing energy formed in his hand, then glanced over at Zecora. "Zebra, I would stand clear of him if I were you. This is going to get me-OUGHH!"

A massive fireball propelled at Discord at such high speed that Zecora couldn't have told where it came from if it weren't for the trail of flame left in its wake on the ground. Discord was engulfed in the fireball and sent flying back with it, where it exploded in an enormous fireball. Zecora looked at the source of the fireball. Cere'Qul stood at its creation point. His two extra heads were back, his mane lashing violently like a brushfire and his body glowing with internal heat like an active volcano.

"yOU sOn oF A bITch!" he shouted. "yOU wErE thE onE wHO sTOlE mY lIfE! mY hArEm! mY mArES!"

Discord flew out of the explosion and fired a salvo of magical balls that spread out and carpeted the entire area around Cere'Qul. Zecora made a run for it, just barely dodging the magical explosions. Where the magic bolts hit, the area turned into chocolate. Cere'Qul, however, threw up a barrier that stopped the magic from affecting him.

"So what?! They weren't even yours to begin with!" Discord retorted before firing a second salvo. Cere'Qul fired his own array of magical bolts, each one neutralized the other in midair. Through the colorful explosions, Discord charged through and looped around to whack Cere'Qul across the face. The impact must have been more powerful than it looked, as he was sent flying back into the thicket of trees. The roof of the forest trembled and some trees off in the distance fell over as his body punched through them like balsa wood. Discord lay in pursuit, snaking through the trees in a circular sidewinding pattern through the air. He followed the path of destruction Cere'Qul's body made through the Evergreen Forest. He reached a clearing near a river, where the trail ended. Discord looked back and forth for his quarry, but he was nowhere to be found. He must have fallen in the river. Born from efreeti blood, water was his primary weakness. It cooled down his internal body temperature and stripped him of his powers. The problem was when he was charged up like this, it would require a large amount of water, and even though he could cool the temperature to just below freezing, it would take a while before he could strip all of Cere'Qul's power.

Wait a minute. He could use magic. Why was he worrying about this?

Discord saw something in the corner of his eye moving fast towards him. He leapt out of the way just in time to avoid being broadsided by a boulder the size of a small house. It barrelled across the river and demolished several trees unfortunate enough to be in its way. Cere'Qul came charging out of nowhere. Floating next to him was a large blade carved out of stone. He scraped it across the ground, creating large dashes in the ground as he lunged at Discord. He tried to make a swing at him, but it struck an invisible barrier just inches from Discord's head.

"That all you've got?" he asked casually as Cere'Qul strained to break through the shield. "You really have become weak in your imprisonment." He swatted the blade aside with one arm and grabbed Cere'Qul's middle neck with the other claw. He whipped around several times and threw him across the clearing. Cere'Qul bounced against the ground several times before falling over the edge of a cliff. He managed to stop himself from spiralling off uncontrollably into the void, then levitated back up to the top of the cliff. As he crested the ledge, however, he had to quickly dodge another array of magic bolts from Discord. He landed on the ground and retaliated with a jet of flame from all three heads at once. Discord didn't even attempt this time to dodge it. As the fire caught the grass, bushes and trees ablaze, Discord charged straight through the flames. With an upward slash, he summoned forth three columns of rock that punched Cere'Qul under the chin, launching him back over the cliff edge. This time, however, Discord lunged forward and grabbed his hooves, then wheeled around, spinning him around like a tornado.

"It's time for you to COOL OFF!" Discord shouted as he loosed Cere'Qul directly at the river. He made an enormous splash that easily dwarfed the treetops and sent out shockwaves across the earth several tens of meters from the impact site. Following the splash was an eruption of steam, but Discord knew that wasn't going to be enough to stop the beast.

Cere'Qul burst out of the water and let out a deafening roar that sent flocks of birds flying out from the forest in terror, the ones who weren't already fleeing from the expanding brushfire. The flames coming off Cere'Qul's body were more violent than ever; it seemed that getting dunked only pissed him off.

"I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOU TOOK FROM ME!" Cere'Qul bellowed before charging at Discord. He didn't break stride even as he saw large columns of water breaking out of the ground and snaking over to him. There were dozens of them, each thicker than his entire body. They lashed out at him, striking with a subzero bite that sapped away his anger and by extension his power. It wasn't all at once; each lash took away bits at a time. He still had the ability to fight back.

Cere'Qul fired an arc of lightning from his back that jumped from one current of water to another, trying to make its way to Discord. By the time it managed to make contact with him, however, it lost all its potential, and barely affected Discord at all.

"D-dam~miiit." he hissed just before being overwhelmed by the freezing water. His two extra heads dissipated and his mane turned back to the normal off-white color again. Discord engulfed him completely in the water, molded it into the form of a ball, and flash froze it. Cere'Qul was immobilized in the center of the giant orb of ice, not dead, but not in a pleasant state. Discord threw the orb at the ground, where it shattered into a thousand pieces, leaving a crater where it struck. Cere'Qul was a crumpled heap in the center of the crater. Discord landed on the very edge of it.

"I'm done toying with you." he said, holding out a claw. He summoned gigantic levels of energy that electrified the air around them. "Sorry to do this, but you're simply too dangerous to keep around. Goodbye, Cere'Qul."

Discord fired a titanic column of energy at Cere'Qul, engulfing him completely. The energy beam sliced a path clean through the forest, turning everything in its path to ash. It went on for miles, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake. Where Cere'Qul lay, there was nothing, not even dust. It was over.

Discord let out a heavy sigh. He acted with a heavy heart. Cere'Qul was one of his greatest creations, and his greatest failure. It was for the best that he died rather than let him run loose across Equestria again.

Rain cloud suddenly converged overhead at an unnatural pace and let loose a heavy rainfall that extinguished the forest fire. Shortly afterwards, Princess Celestia landed next to him, looking angrier than he ever saw her before.

"What the hell, Discord?" she exclaimed. "I didn't know you planned on killing him!"

"I did what had to be done, your majesty." he said, sounding condescending when he addressed her.

"By nearly destroying Ponyville and the entire Everfree Forest in the process?"

"Only one person died today, and they were my intended target. If I let him run free, you have no idea the possible destruction he could have caused."

"If he became that big a problem, I would have taken care of it."

"Humph. I doubt it." Discord took flight, hovering some tens of feet above her. "Trust me, Princess, he's better off dead. Not everything can be turned with the power of friendship."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Cancoon? Fillydelphia? I don't know. Any change of scenery would be nice after spending so long cooped up in that statue. Don't worry, I'm not looking to cause problems anymore. I just need a vacation." With that, he took off, breaking through the clouds and disappearing out of sight. Celestia shook her head and turned her attention to the remains of their battleground. It would take several weeks of magic and hard labor to fix all this, even with her assistance. The trees themselves would need to regrow naturally, and that would take several years. She wasn't sure what to tell the ponies back at Ponyville. They didn't need to know such brutality, but at the same time, she needed to tell them something to put their hearts at ease.