The Road to Healing

Chapter 4: Kidnapped

Data Log #22

It has become distressingly clear that if I ever want to get high, I must learn at least some chemistry. Curse Celestia and her hatred of submitting herself to medical tests! There’s simply so much unknown about Alicorns. We are supposedly made up of the three separate pony races, but which ones affect which parts of our biology? Clearly the horn and wings are Unicorn and Pegasai respectively, but beyond that I have no answers. Do we have livers more akin to a hardy Earth Pony? Are our digestive tracks more similar to Pegasai who can more easily digest meat?

Of course, there are also traits that are uniquely Alicorn. I’ve ingested belladonna to no effect. Not just, I died from it and resurrected, but flat out nothing happened. If any pony had eaten belladonna, they would’ve died. So now I’m left floundering in pseudo-science and stuffing different chemicals in different combinations in my gob and hoping for a reaction between nothing and death. Fucking Celestia. (No, Pinkie, I don’t want to fuck Celestia. She’s the one pony who I don’t want to fuck).

Duskfall was starting to get something of a reputation. It had been just over three months since The Doctor and Celestia had dumped her on this rock. She hadn’t done anything in particular to stand out, but when multiple people say you’ve died and then you walk around the next day like nothing happened, people will talk. As far as the common person knew, Duskfall was just a pony.

Even the other ponies Duskfall had come across had barely reacted to her Alicorn status. Of course, Duskfall had seen more than a few pony prostitutes that pretended to be Alicorns. Hey, if word never got back to the federation or whatever that Duskfall was here, she wouldn’t risk bungling the timeline. One of Duskfall’s worst fears was an older version of her dropping by and trying to talk her down. Duskfall was just fine where she was! SHE LIKED BEING CRAZY!

Duskfall was currently sitting in a bar, downing ryncol like water, wishing desperately to get drunk, but knowing she wouldn’t. Still, bars were nice places to find people to fuck her. Even if Pinkie was trying to get her to approach someone. That wasn’t how sex toys operated. They didn’t hunt down a user. They were picked to be used. So in the mean time, Duskfall would just sit there, knocking back what people passed off as strong drink and looking as sexy as she could make herself.

A lesser sex toy might have been tempted to cast a want-it need-it on herself. But Duskfall was aiming to be the best! Even if her efforts at transformation magic were still being thwarted, she would endure and triumph! Then all would look upon her and use her for their own personal desires!

It perhaps spoke volumes to the state of the world when no one so much as looked up from their drinks when a pair of suits came up behind Duskfall and stuffed her into a burlap sack. Duskfall was thrilled. She thought these sorts of things only happened in gangster movies! Were they gonna fit her with a pair of cement bunny slippers? Duskfall was getting excited just thinking about it.

Pinkie was rambling about something or other. Well, Duskfall thought she was. It was almost like she was speaking in another language. Was Duskfall having a stroke? That was interesting to contemplate. Could Alicorns even have strokes? Oh well, nothing a quick case of death won’t fix.

“Is this the specimen?” Duskfall was dumped on a steel table and her hooves were locked down while an inhibitor ring slipped around her horn. Duskfall was utterly unconcerned. The ring was low quality garbage; she didn’t even need to try channeling to tell that. What did catch her attention was the stereotypical German accent the man had. Was she in the clutches of a true mad scientist?

“Yes, Dr. Bratwurst,” One of the goons responded.

“IT’S BRITWEIST!” The man shrieked in rage. Duskfall was trying not to laugh. Was she being pranked? Was this a recording of a Saturday morning cartoon? Although, according to Discord, MLP: FiM was a Saturday morning cartoon too, so she wasn’t exactly in a place to be throwing stones. The goons left and the man, dressed in a white button down lab coat, turned to Duskfall.

“My employers seem to think that there might be something special about you, little pony. You’ve reportedly come back from the dead one too many times. Personally, I think you’re just a group of clones someone is releasing as a joke. But I am not paid for my opinions. I am paid to find the truth. So, lay back, relax, and let your insignificant life fade away,” Duskfall barely resisted rolling her eyes. This man was so cheesy!

Obviously not caring for the welfare of what he thought was just a clone; he took a scalpel and sliced Duskfall open from breastbone to tail in a single surgical cut. Just like one might start gutting a fish. Duskfall screamed, not in pain, but in pleasure. To her surprise, the doctor made no comment on the noise she made or her squirming. Despite his hammy personality, it seemed once he got started, everything else faded away.

He passionlessly tore open the cut, exposing her innards to the light and air. Despite getting caught up in three landslides, Duskfall had yet to be properly turned to bloody paste. It was a point of contention with her. She was tempted to just levitate a huge boulder over herself and be done with it. But that was neither here nor there.

The man reached a hand into her open body and Duskfall made a very peculiar sound. Having someone root around in your internal organs without being in a drugged sleep first was certainly an experience. One by one organs were removed, going from relatively unimportant things like the livers and kidneys, to finally her heart.

Being filled during sex with a man was one of her favorite feelings in the world. The empty void that was left behind by her internal organs being removed was exquisite in its own way. So empty…so flat… Duskfall faded away just as the doctor brought a saw to her skull.

When Duskfall awoke, she was alone. Empty jars and containers surrounded her. Jars that had once contained her organs. Well, that was certainly an experience Duskfall would like to have again, on her own time. Still, the good doctor had probably spent quite some time properly preserving her body parts. It wouldn’t be right to just leave him empty handed. After taking a moment to think about it, she plucked a single feather from her left wing. She left it on the floor and teleported away. It wasn’t much and it would rejoin her upon her next death, but it was better than nothing.

The Journal of Duskfall Sparkle Year 1 Month 3 Day 12

Whatever criminal organization kidnapped me has yet to make any further moves. Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed. I was looking forward to the different ways they might try to contain and kill me. I wonder if someone flipped out when they realized I was a real Alicorn and not just a regular slut playing pretend? That…might cause problems down the road.

Other than that, I think I have an idea for this transforming magic mess. We had a funeral for Tom and Twilight already, but there had been nothing to bury or cremate. So, why don’t I try to fix that, at least a little? I’ll mix up some thermite, place myself in a ‘grave’, and record it as my body is turned to ash. Isn’t that a wonderful idea?! Now I just need to figure out how to make thermite.

End of Journal Entry

Author's Note

Duskfall Sparkle

Mental Corruption: 100.3%

Afflictions:
Addiction to Sex
Addiction to Dying
Schizophrenia
Body Dysphoria/Disassociation

Perks:
Insanity: [151%]
Darkness: [30%]
Magic: [105%]
Immortality

Yeah, Duskfall may be talking about thermite and shit now, but if she's going to do the funeral thing, she's going to do it all the way. It's going to be a trip.