Author's Note

The entries for this month are neat and orderly. The pages are worn, as though someone has been re-reading this section. A few pages are bookmarked by dog ears.

June

Saturday, June 12th, 15NMR:
Entry 1:

Extraction went exceptionally well today (37ml). We finished quickly in 9m:13s. There was an issue with sample retention, which will take some journal space to explain. It’s been almost two months and I can see the results of repeated, regular stimulation. When he spends time alone with me around the family wing, he follows me.

His eyes never leave me. This morning, he worked up the courage to place his clawed hand on my chest when hugging me good morning. I pretended not to notice as he awkwardly felt me through my loose nightgown with shaky hands. He was clumsy, and I was glad for the thick fabric that separated his sharp claws from my flesh.

I need to note that this was the first time he’s attempted to or been allowed to touch me like this. I’m confident this novel pseudo-sexual contact kept him agitated all day; elevated to his fidgety state of arousal usually reserved for after 8 pm. Today, neither of us had any plans to leave the family wing of the castle and so I wore my nightgown all day long. I almost felt like he was hunting me as he followed me from room to room, pretending to do some menial task as his eyes trained on my gown, searching gaps in the cloth to spy on my otherwise naked flesh. I'm sure he saw something of my body. I am not entirely sure what. All I know is that the gown was loose, and his eyes are sharp.

Perhaps I’ve taken this too far? He can keep his calm and act normal when others are around, but today I’m not sure if he would have. We both acted in a novel way. Would he have been as obviously stalking me if Applejack was visiting? Rarity?

Gabby?

They are still dating, and he meets her regularly. I trust him, but I also pay special attention to his produced semen amounts on those days. He knows not to waste his semen. He also knows his ejaculate could hurt her.

Importantly, he knows that I’m immune.

I made very sure he understood that, so he wouldn’t think he was hurting me during the occasional mishap. Somehow, the mishaps keep happening. Today’s mishap was a simple one, but it has complicated things much further.

I pulled his pants and shirt all the way off during extraction, and made him stand with one leg on a table so I could observe his underside during the stimulation and ejaculation. His body is fascinating, and he’s incredibly ~~doci~~ ~~obedie~~ helpful.

I’ve fully undressed him for extraction before, but this time was different somehow. Maybe it’s because of how he groped me in the morning. I think the contact left the both of us ~~at an unexpected~~ a little on edge.

I’ll admit that I caused the mishap. When I was stimulating him, he couldn’t see my breasts. Out of curiosity, I pressed my breast to his raised leg, and gently rubbed it up and down.

He immediately reacted, his claws gripping into the table and marring it. More importantly, he ejaculated as well. I managed to collect most of it while maintaining contact between my breast and his leg. After his slightly longer than normal moment of releaserecord duration of orgasm?, his soft-spikes seemed to pulse more aggressively than normal and he put his leg down before quickly turning to me. The action was impulsive on his part, and no malice was meant, but his still dripping penis ended up sliding across my face. The soft-spikes brushed through my facial fur, ~~and they felt~~.

I smelled it. I couldn’t help it, and the sensation was overpowering. Something about the scent of his semen, his musk, the soft-spikes on my face, and the agonizing reality that he’d been following me all day like a lost puppy for that tiny moment of relief he got from physical contact made me feel ~~sa~~ ~~emp~~ ~~arou hot~~ something.

I stood up, and we kissed. I need to write that on its own line so I can read it by itself:

We kissed.

I don’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to think. It lingered, and then neither of us said anything after. He left, leaving his clothes on the table and without cleaning up. I stayed. The sample didn’t make it into the ice box until much later, and almost certainly has advanced signs of degradation.

~~I’m not analyzing it tonight, and it will likely degrade by tomorrow.~~

What have I done?

Entry 2:

I tried to talk to him. He’s locked himself in his room. I understand the choice, and don’t begrudge him for it. I haven’t washed up. I can’t until it dries. I’m locked in my room.

I can still smell him.

I made another mistake. I’ve never done this before, at least not like this. I dare not put this in a research journal, but this has already gone beyond just research; it’s at least a private record.

I touched myself. I used the very hand that I stimulated him with not two hours ago. It was still covered in his scent. That hand has brought both of us to orgasm today. Three times now for me.

My night has been filled with memories of purple scales, strong claws, his fleshy warm penis, undulating soft-spikes, and the surprise kiss. I’m covered in sweat, tangled up in my sheets, and burning up. Everything is shaking like this is some sickening fever, except I don’t feel sick. I feel good.

Alarmingly good.

My hand is soaked with myself and I’m writing with magic so I don’t forget what this feels like. It’s agonizing. It’s hot. Underneath the overpowering stench of sex, I can still smell him. I can still feel him.

I’m not rational. I know it. I need ~~h~~ more. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want this feeling to end. It’s euphoric, and I feel ~~insalisex~~.

I can’t~~--~~I’m doing it again. I hope he doesn’t hear me.
~~4~~
~~I can't stop~~
~~VI~~ 9? ~~10?~~
I've lost count

., _ _ _-_-_______It hurts, but I deserve it.

Sunday, June 13th, 15NMR:

Entry 1:
Spike had planned a date with Gabby today. He hasn’t left his room. She came by to ask about him, and I told her that he wasn’t feeling well, but I’d send him along as soon as he was doing better. She smiled and thanked me.

She’s such a good ~~griffon~~ hen-friend. I’m an awful dragon mom.

~~I should never have started this experiment.~~

It’s necessary. The findings are alarming. He’s probably able to breed with any fertile female that has a magical signature. Gabby wouldn’t survive the pregnancy. ~~I am saving her life.~~ I am saving her life.

~~And am ruining ours.~~

I’m sore. I don’t want to write that, but I should record it somewhere. Last night Doing that was a mistake.

Entry 2:
He came out for dinner. I made him gem encrusted flan for desert. He didn’t say anything and wouldn’t look at me, but he ate the flan.

After dinner, I asked if he wanted to skip tonight. He fidgeted, and didn’t give me an answer. I told him Gabby came by. That’s when he started talking. I told him to visit her tomorrow.

The conversation felt normal. We didn’t acknowledge what happened. After he helped me clean the table, he asked if I still needed the usual sample today.

I told him that I mishandled the sample yesterday, and another would be appreciated but he doesn’t have to. He didn’t ask why.

We decided that we will stick to our normal routine. Normalcy is probably the best option.

Entry 3:

Extraction went well, and there were no issues with retention. 34m46s / 12ml.

I know he masturbated. His penis was visibly chaffed from his scaled hands. The sample amount was clearly affected. I didn’t say anything to him about it.

~~Who am I to scold him for that now?~~

Monday, June 14th, 15NMR:

Entry 1:
Extraction went well. There were no mishaps. 38 ml, 14m:52s.

Entry 2:

Sample analysis is progressing. Sperm motility is confirmed magical in nature, hence the lack of external cell characteristics. Each individual sperm cell appears to be a magical capsule, not too dissimilar from synthetically produced magical medicine. Just much, much smaller.

The apparent boiling in water is actually magical rupture as the cells attempt to fuse with the natural magic of clean water. I haven’t tried mixing it with other fluids yet, but I can probably retain it in a non-magic potion. I can use the standard reverse magia-regia potion used for non-magical potion filler.

Alicorn biology seems particularly resilient to this form of, well, I can only call it an attack. When I place a drop of my blood into the sample, the sample is rapidly drained of magic as the sperm cells fruitlessly attempt to merge with my potent magical signature. It’s instant neutralization, which I am grateful for as the next experiment went quite different.

I placed a drop of it on a dead fruit fly. The fruit fly, as expected, melted. The magic inside of the sperm cells is trying to merge with an egg cell, and expects some reciprocal spell signature. I can only assume compatible spell signatures are found in female dragons. Reproduction on the cellular level seems vastly different from any other known species even though the macro action of conception via heterosexual insemination appears outwardly the same. Study of a female dragon would be helpful, but I don’t have one available.

In nature, dragons do things by force. Their social hierarchy is determined by strength. If they want something, they take it and destroy anything in their way. It appears this is replicated on the cellular level during their reproduction. I can only assume the usual mating activity is much the same, less loving than ponies and more forceful in nature. ~~I am glad Spike doesn’t have to live like that~~. The implications are intriguing. Are dragons a naturally occurring species, or were they created somehow?

I can’t imagine that Spike is the first dragon to want to have intercourse with a non dragon partner. I can, however, imagine that all the previous non-dragon partners died painfully. Dragons don’t keep records, and neither do the deceased. I’m sure there’s more than one skeleton hidden in a cave in the dragon lands, and the thought haunts me.

My initial concern was that Gabby wouldn’t survive bringing an egg to term. I’m now convinced that she wouldn’t survive the act of insemination, let alone make it to conception and gestation. That’s assuming his advances aren’t violent to begin with. Some of the physical sexual traits of dragons are also making more sense.

A protected, fully internal penis would prevent accidental discharge, and protect the delicate organ during adolescent fights. The slow development of dragon sexual desire (as demonstrated by Spike’s lack of masturbation) keeps adolescent dragons from experimenting, and therefor causing unnecessary accidents. I do not yet know what purpose the bulbous tip and the soft-spikes serve, but I’m sure they are part of the equation.

Would Spike have even pursued a sexual relationship with Gabby? I assumed he would have, as I think of him like a pony. He is not a pony. I love him, and he is Spike, but he is not a pony. He even told me that he had no sexual interest in her, only romantic. Perhaps dragons by nature aren’t particularly sexual beings, unlike ponies?

~~I may have caused~~

I can fix this.

Tuesday, June 15th, 15NMR:

Entry 1:

Extraction went well. 37 ml, 13m:32s.
Spike is a good ~~kid~~ ~~son~~ ~~bro~~ assistant.