The Road to Healing

Chapter 3: Melting Away

The Journal of Duskfall Sparkle Year 1 Month 2 Day 3

I’ve finally found it! An acid strong enough to even melt through my Alicorn resistances! Fluoroantimonic acid! I was poking around some drug dealer’s warehouse and found vats of the stuff. I was originally looking to try and find a new shipment of drugs to combine to try and get a reaction, but this was so much better! What they were planning to do with the acid, I had no idea. I didn’t even recognize what it was at first, only learning when I saw a label on one of the vats.

Neither Tom nor Twilight had been chemistry majors, so I had no idea that I was right next to one of the strongest acids chemistry can create. To get anything stronger, you’d need some serious magic. All I knew was it said the word ‘acid’ so I thought I’d try taking a bath in it. It hadn’t worked so far, but I’m ever the optimist. (No Pinkie, I’m not lying. I am an optimist.)

So I jumped into the acid and oh wow. The feeling of the acid immediately getting to work on the soft tissue of my labia and eating away my clitoris hood was so good. Just the feeling of my flesh melting away was so all encompassing I loved every second of it. I could feel every individual feather being dissolved. It was bliss as my eyeballs turned into soup and flowing out of my eye sockets.

As I screamed in pleasure, I swallowed as much of the acid as I could so it could begin its work from the inside. I don’t remember when my body became too damaged to orgasm. Somehow that made the experience all the more intense. The pleasure all bottled up, unable to find release. Eventually all that was left of me was my skeleton, then my horn, then nothing at all. I’m so thankful I got to experience the whole thing.

End of Journal Entry

Data Log #16

Experiments with transformation magic are being with less success than originally anticipated. Attempts to even do something as minor as change the color of my coat have been met with resistance. I have a few theories as to why this might be.

-My natural resistance as an Alicorn: Unlikely. While my status as an Alicorn does afford me a fair amount of magical resistance to outside forces, there is really no reason I should have trouble using magic on myself.

• Failure to understand some core tenant of transformation magic: Also unlikely. While Twilight never majored in transmogrification, she studied almost every kind of magic and was fully capable of transforming things. A quick test has proven I likewise still have the ability to turn things into oranges.

-A mental block: As much as I hate to admit it, this is likely the reason. Some part of me, even though I know I can’t bring back Tom and Twilight, still thinks of this as Twilight’s body. Thus I am subconsciously hesitant to make changes to it. If this proves to be the case, then it simply cannot stand! I have to be the perfect sex toy! Anything that keeps me from that goal must be discarded.

-My constant dying results in some kind of anti-morphic field: A possibility. Every time I die, no matters how brutally or how complete the destruction of my body, it is always returned to pristine condition. It may be that this leaves behind a magical residue that I am fighting against when trying to transform myself. I am loath to give up my suicide spree. I’ll just have to monitor myself for magical emissions as my body reforms.

It had taken a few days of scavenging and pick pocketing, but Duskfall finally had all she needed to find out if her transformations were being thwarted by some kind of magical residue. She had all the equipment set up, now it was only a matter of deciding how she died.

“Shut up, Pinkie, of course this will work!” Duskfall snapped at thin air, “I made sure they were all properly maintenanced and calibrated. And then, once I have my answers, nothing will stop me from being the most desirable fuck toy in all creation!”

Duskfall flicked her ears to some unheard voice.

“Yes, I’ll be even more fuckable than you are, Pinkie! With your sumptuous flanks and bubbly personality and… You’re distracting me! Shut up!” Duskfall ignored her unseen companion and contemplated the fact that she hadn’t had a female lover in a couple of days. No sense in falling out of practice. With that, Duskfall levitated the piece of sharpened metal she kept around and lopped off her own head.

After an enjoyable minute or so of eating herself out, Duskfall died fully. Once she revived, Duskfall checked over the data. As it turned out, there was a minor magical field that would make transformation magic more difficult to cast on herself. However, it wasn’t nearly enough to fully answer her abject failures to transform.

“Yes, I realized that Pinkie,” Duskfall grumbled. The only real answer was that Duskfall was indeed suffering under a subconscious reluctance. So now it was a question of how to convince herself that this body was fully her own? She needed to convince herself that this body was hers to do with as she pleased.

Suddenly, finding a drug that would get her high as a kite jumped on her priorities list. Supposedly some people gained great insight when drugged. Honestly, if the amount of sex and suicide she had done hadn’t convinced her that this was her body, she wasn’t sure what would.

“What do you think, Pinkie? An LSD trip for ‘spiritual enlightenment’ sounds like just what the doctor ordered, right? …Yes Pinkie, I know LSD doesn’t work for me. AHHH, Why do you have to be so contrary?!” Duskfall then blushed at something said that no one else could have possibly heard.

“Stupid, sexy Pinkie,” Duskfall sulked, “Now I’m horny again. I’m going to find someone to fuck me until my brains come pouring out my ears. Hopefully literally. Maybe I’ll even get gangbanged! Cocks in my every hole…”

Duskfall teleported into the seedy area of town and over the last month people had slowly started recognizing her. She was nothing more than a slut who did her work for free. Hearing what some of the other working girls called her made Duskfall want to jump them and let them hate fuck her. Unfortunately, nothing had come of that desire yet. Duskfall was just an annoyance. She hadn’t quite been around long enough to be considered a true threat. Hopefully that’d change soon and then they’d punish her like the naughty little cock sleeve she was.

Author's Note

Duskfall Sparkle

Mental Corruption: 101.2%

Afflictions:
Addiction to sex
Addiction to death
Schizophrenia

Perks:
Insanity: [143%]
Darkness: [32%]
Magic: [102%]
Immortality

So...why is Duskfall suddenly having delusions about Pinkie? Fuck if I know. Duskfall just started talking to Pinkie out of the blue and when I asked Pinkie, she said she wasn't using her 4th wall breaking to actually talk to Duskfall. So...I guess she's developed Schizophrenia.

Also, just for the record, there are tons of people who Duskfall finds more physically desirable than Pinkie. Duskfall just thinks Pinkie is super fuckable, whatever that means.