Author's Note

There are only three dog eared entries in this section. Some of the ink is smudged. The top corner of September 24th has been ripped off.

September

Sunday, September 24th, 15NMR:
Entry 1:

I have enough data that I’ve compiled trends. Here is a summary of the relevant identified trends.

1. Observation: When Spike spends time observing me, semen extraction is more fruitful, and sperm density is up to 50% higher within the semen.
   

2. Hypothesis: Spike produces more semen when aroused, specifically the sperm component.

3. Observation: Stimulation times are shorter (as low as 2m:12s) when Spike is provided tactile stimulation.

4. Hypothesis: Ejaculation is a physical response to stimuli, but one driven by an emotional state. I believe I could drop the time further if I ~~allow~~ ~~encour~~.

5. Observation: Spike has a slight boost in semen production on days he spends with Gabby.

6. Hypothesis: Even if he denies it, he experiences some level of sexual arousal from her.

7. Observation: Sperm motility is strongly correlated with his diet. More gems = more sperm movement.

8. Hypothesis: The magical nexus of a dragon sperm cell has a thaumatic mineral component, of which gems are known to be high in.

9. Observation: Sperm viability for magical fusion is greatly varied depending on the type of target cell, even within the target organism. I have not observed a successful fusion, but I have seen partial fusions with deceased cell structures from fruit flies. Wings take the longest to dissolve, while internal structures dissolve immediately.
   5.Hypothesis: The sperm cells are tuned for a suitable magical matrix to match with, likely a dragon egg cell. As magic power decreases, fusion rate increases. However, viability for fusion goes down, resulting a more energetic release, until a threshold is crossed and there is no reaction. A successful impregnation likely relies on low magical power and a suitable cell matrix. My original hypothesis of Spike being fertile with most females is likely completely incorrect. Just these two variables require very specific conception conditions, which he is unlikely to find outside of a dragon’s reproductive system.

I suppose I should be happy that there wont be too many hybrid dragon ~~pony~~ griffin children running around, but something about this realization hurts me. Spike is still my ===== friend, and I want him to have a happy life. He’s been raised to find Equestrians attractive, not dragons. That’s my fault. ~~And Rarity’s.~~ Much more my fault over the last few months.

I don’t know what to do with these findings just yet. There’s still more to learn. He’s still very much a danger to Gabby. I need to make sure he doesn’t do anything with her.

Entry 2:
Extraction and retention went well. There were no mishaps. 6m:22s, 48 ml. We started exactly on schedule, as has been the case for the last month. ~~He thanked me.~~

Personal note:
I’m doing it again. That thing where I think about it too much. I’ve grown to enjoy holding his penis. I love the warm, smooth sensation in my hands. I love being able to feel his heartbeat, of knowing how sensitive it is. I love the sound he makes when I look at him and softly lower my eyelids. It’s tactile and pleasurable in a way that’s ultimately only describable by calling it sinful decadent. I feel like he’s mine. Is that wrong of me? I hatched him. In a way, he is mine. In that moment of release where he groans and his eyes flicker, and he’s wracked with pleasure, that’s me. I did that to him. That moment is mine and his.

I’ve also identified, just visually, the slight wet sheen that coats my hand through the protective spells. It’s definitely some sort of musk excretion from a scent gland, just like I’d thought. The gland is probably at the base of the penis. I had assumed it was slight lubrication from his penis being mostly internal. Perhaps I am wrong and it is. I wouldn’t say that it smells inherently good. It might even be considered offensive. But I’ve grown to associate it with him, and the feel of him in my hands. Scent is a powerful mnemonic tool and sexual contact is a powerful stimul.

Entry 3:

It’s late again. I did it again. Not an uncountable number of times. Just twice. I’m practicing self restraint, at least physically. My mind won’t stop thinking of him. The smell. The look in his eyes. The noises he makes. ~~I want him to kiss me again.~~. I have extra semen. He’s been producing so much. Not as much as a two months ago when I wore the nightgown.

We have nothing planned for tomorrow. ~~I shouldn’t.~~

I should experiment with this form of stimulation. I won’t ask him to do anything. I’ll just see what he does. I used to wear it all the time. I’m sure it won’t be a big deal. He’s probably over that.

~~And if not, then I’ll have~~

Monday, September 25th, 15NMR:
Entry 1:
96 ml was collected. I did not record stimulation times. I assisted him four times, and he was still able to produce during the regular extraction.

In the morning, he saw me in my nightgown. I was worried he ~~didn’t like it~~ was unhappy, because he frowned. I chose to ignore the expression, and greeted him the way I usually do.

He returned the hug, careful to keep his claws around my back. We made it through breakfast just fine, although his eyes watched my chest. When I asked him his schedule, he coughed. Apparently, he had intended to spend some time researching dragon traditions at the Canterlot Library. He said that he wasn’t sure if he felt like going all the way to Canterlot anymore.

I suggested he use our library for research. I know he’s read those books at least twice, and he knows it as well. Still, he agreed.

He was nicer this time. He asked me to lower the robe to my waist after breakfast and to help him ejaculate. I agreed, but mandated that he’d be getting the vials today.

I did say vials, and not vial. We both knew what the day was going to be like.

The first time was somewhat normal. He watched me, and I watched him until he came. We smiled. I even joked that it was a lot.

He said there was going to be more as he took the vial away.

He returned with another.

We moved to the library, where we spent most of our day. I read, and he watched. At least he pretended to hold a book in his hand. I didn’t understand how it couldn’t be boring. I wasn’t doing anything. He’s seen my chest plenty by now. And yet, he just kept watching.

I asked him why, and he said that he loved beauty.

That definitely made me blush. Of course, when I blushed he asked me to help him again. This time he touched my breasts. His claws are sharp, but he’s gentle. I’ve never had him squeeze like that before. He wasn’t trying to be coy about the situation. He simply grabbed and then began firmly massaging me.

~~I liked it a lot.~~

The next time, I was lying on the couch again. It had been a book later for me. He asked, actually asked, if I would take the nightgown off.

~~I wanted to say yes, but~~ I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t do that. I told him that I wouldn’t, but I might have said it unconvincingly.

He asked if he could at least lift it. I didn’t answer, but I did shift my legs. I let one drape off the couch. The nightgown lifted quite a bit on its own. My face turned bright red, I’m sure.

I did not correct my wardrobe malfunction. ~~He did.~~ Spike re-adjusted the other side, revealing the rest of me.

Spike observed me while I read my book. I don’t even remember the title. After I put the book down, he handed me a vial. He was already extremely erect. Extraction did not take long.

After it was done, he asked me again to remove my nightgown. He was forceful with his request. I told him to return the vial to storage.

Spike was angry when he left, and my heart was hammering. I’d never seen him like that. I wasn’t afraid, never of Spike, but I was ~~incredibly aroused~~ more alert than normal. He was still somewhat passionate on his return, and he’d brought another vial.

I was starting another book, and I’d returned to a sitting position while re-adjusting the nightgown to properly cover me. He told me that I’d promised to help him, and that he’d already seen the top and bottom of me separately. He just wanted to see them at the same time.

I told him in no uncertain terms that I would not be removing the nightgown. I’ll admit, I was growing cross with his determination, and perhaps answered a little more forcefully than I usually would.

He reached out for me, and I simply put the book in my face.

Spike grabbed my book.

He grabbed my book.

I stared at him uncomprehending as he held the book up like I was some child and he was playing keep away from me. I had no words for the confusion that wracked me. On reflex, I stood up and reached for the book.

He used his other arm to pull me close to him, and I suddenly realized what he’d done. We were pressed together in a side hug, both my arms up and my chest pressed tightly to his. I was reminded that he was larger than me. I was looking up at him.

He told me that if I wouldn’t take the nightgown off, then he would.

~~I tried to say no~~

I let him.

I’m still reeling from the sensation. I don’t know what to do anymore. I promised I wouldn’t take my pants off. A nightgown is not pants, but that’s not what I really meant. What I mean is that he’s my family. Brother, son, I don’t know, but he’s my family. I never meant for it to get that far.

But it did.

He gave me back the book, but kept the nightgown. He smelled it, pressing it into his face and taking a breath while I sat back down on the couch in a haze. Then, he watched me again.

~~I was mercilessly wet.~~

I read my book, once again failing to retain anything. I was lost in thoughts that I can’t remember. It all seems like a dream.

Unscheduled ejaculation occurred two more times.

The fourth time, he touched me. Not my breasts, but my hands. He kept his hands over mine while he helped me touch him. He guided one of my hands to his thighs.

I’d been focusing on his penis, but he has more erogenous zones. I need to be more considerate.

Scheduled extraction went well.

Entry 2:
Today was a mishap. I cannot have another day like today. I don’t know what came over me. I’m sitting in bed, staring at the wall trying to process it. I knew the nightgown would cause trouble, but I hadn’t anticipated how much.

Well, I don’t have to worry about that anymore. He kept the damned thing. He circled my naked body all day like some ravenous predator hunting a wounded animal, and I let him.

I let him.

No, I encouraged him. This is my fault. I did this to him, and to me. What if we’d had a visitor to our wing? Starlight might have come by looking for advice, any of the girls, a maid with a castle emergency, any number of things. This situation is untenable. I can’t have another day like today.

~~I’ll make a real mistake.~~ We’ll get caught.

I need to keep him under control. I created this side of him, so I need to manage it. I’ll think of something.

I need to purchase a new nightgown. I don’t think I’m getting that one back.

Tuesday, September 26th, 15NMR:
Entry 1:
I talked to Spike today. I told him that yesterday was too much. We can’t have another day like yesterday. He seemed to understand.

~~He asked if I liked it.~~

We came to an understanding of sorts. We have rules now. ~~I don’t expec~~ I think the rules should help us keep this under control.

He can touch me, if he asks, above the waist during an extraction. Neither of us will be taking off any clothing below my waist during a session again. We only have ~~int~~ ~~se~~ ~~grop~~ ~~nak~~ exciting days once a week at most. Otherwise he’s limited to the once a day scheduled extractions.

I know it’s a little controlling of me, but what else am I to do? I can’t let him become some kind of sexual predator. ~~He’s my~~ I love him.

Entry 2:
Extraction went well. 43 ml.