Author's Note

The handwriting in these sections has grown wild. Two of the pages are fully torn out and then taped back in, as though the author wanted to destroy them but decided against it. As the dog eared entries progress, the formatting and handwriting deteriorate further.

December

Tuesday, December 9th, 15NMR:
Entry 1:
Gabby came by today. Spike has been trying to gently break up with her, but she hasn’t been receptive to that. She’s wondering why he’s more distant. Why he’s ignoring her and missing their dates.

I know why.

Spike avoided her today. When she arrived, he made sure to be unavailable. I kept her company. I’ve advised him to directly break up with her. He does not want to. I’ve told him that I will not do it for him.

Gabby is too good for ~~him~~ this. She brought treats again today. Butter and sapphire biscuits that she made herself. She had a blueberry one for me. It was delicious.

Spike and I haven’t done anything but the usual extraction since that day, but it was still too much. We both said it, and we both crossed the line. I feel guilty looking at Gabby. I can understand why he doesn’t want to hurt her. She’s just so kind and considerate. Maybe even innocent.

He wants to be with me. Not her.

I wont do it for him. I didn’t. Instead, Gabby and I talked about him. About his nervous habits. His obsession over comics.

His absolute loyalty.

She’s in love with him still. I understand her. I feel bad for her. We had fun today, but she has to go.

He’s mine.

Entry 2:
Extraction went well today. 119 ml. I talked to Spike about Gabby again, this time during extraction. He says that he still loves her. This is the first he’s admitted to me since that evening.

I asked him what about me.

He said he loves me, too. But it’s different. When he looks at me he gets aroused. When I touch him his heart pounds. He dreams about me.

~~He said it makes him sick.~~

He just wants her to be happy.

~~Why doesn’t he want me to be happy?~~

Wednesday, December 10th, 15NMR:
Entry 1: It’s the morning. I’m still upset over Spike’s comments during extraction last night. I know I’m not being rational. I know he didn’t mean any harm. I don’t care. I’m angry.

I haven’t been this angry in a long time.

Entry 2: I decided to search his room. I found a stash of magazines under his bed. Some were comics. Some were fashion magazines. Some were sex magazines. I took them. Spike watched, but didn’t say anything. I know he’s an adult. I know he’s not ~~my child~~ supposed to have them.

I told him that he was hoarding. He’s not supposed to hoard. I took them from him. He didn't look me in the eye. I moved them to a storage room and locked it. I’ve never locked something away from him like that before. I don’t know why I did that. I’m still furious with him, but that made me feel better.

He can’t hoard. I’m doing this for his own good. ~~He’ll understand~~.

Extraction went well. 124 ml. He was more submissive and complaint today. I think the hoard had been causing him to act up. I rewarded him by giving him a generous kiss on the tip of his penis after he had ejaculated. The soft-spikes tickled my lips, and he tasted of cinnamon. He’s a good boy.

I added the collected semen to the new storage system. It’s electronically cooled, and quite spacious. I moved it to the same storage room where I locked his magazines up. I should keep all the things together, that way I don’t lose them.

Thursday, December 11th, 15NMR:
Entry 1: I tried to convince him to directly break up with Gabby this morning, assuming that since I’d confiscated his hoard that he’d be more willing to listen.

He was uninterested, and asked me to stop asking him. He’s refusing. ~~I may have overstepped my~~ I attempted to bargain with him, but he didn’t want to discuss the matter.

He called me some things that I’m not going to record, for both of our sakes. I’m angry again, but he’s right.

He’s right.

Entry 2: Extraction went well. 125 ml. He was angry with me the whole time, but it didn’t stop him from ejaculating in my palm. ~~It was incredibly erotic~~.

I’m, perhaps, more fixated on his response than I should be. The look in his face, the angry tone he had, and his complete and utter submission to my expert touch. He’s so compliant, so very eager and willing. He’s my ~~little~~ Spike, and I love him so very much. Even when he’s angry he still shudders and quivers when I tell him to. The feelings we’ve been experiencing together are indescribable.

But still, it’s not ~~right~~ ~~complete~~ what he needs.

Spike refuses to break up with Gabby. He also refuses to treat her properly. While I measured the sample, I told him that he couldn’t keep doing this and that he was acting like a child.

He said that I couldn’t make them break up. That it wasn’t my choice.

Something about his tone, his defiance, made me angry. I got so angry that I growled at him instead of giving him a rational response. He ~~knows that I am in charge~~ said that he loved me, but why won’t he listen to me?

Something is wrong with me. I do not usually get angry like this. I haven’t noticed this anger in any of my other relationships. Only with Spike. Somehow, I feel like he’s mine, and it hurts me on some indescribable level when he doesn’t do what I want expect. I don’t want to admit it freely, but I know that I’m in romantic love with him.

I think I’m a jealous lover. I never thought I’d be a jealous lover. What do I do?

there’s no stop

Friday, December 12th, 15NMR:
Entry 1: I visited Gabby of my own accord today. I needed to clear some things in my head, and I don’t trust myself around Spike. I shouldn’t have trusted myself around her. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea.

I wanted them to break up.

I realized what I was doing right before I would have done it. I almost told her everyth too much. She deserves to know something. I don’t hate her. I actually quite like her. She’s the nicest griffon I know, and she tries so hard to make everybody as happy as she can. I truly hope she finds happiness.

Just not around my Spike.

Once I realized what I was doing, I awkwardly left. I’m sure she was a little confused, but she was very polite. I left her some cookies, rocks and all, to enjoy. I hope she doesn’t think I hate her.

Then again. ma

No, I need to smooth this over. She’s a good griffon. She doesn’t deserve this.

Entry 2: Extraction went well today. 122 ml. I made him beg ask me to release the spell. I liked that. I should make him beg more. He is a good boy.

Entry 3: I’ve generally stopped recording my masturbation sessions. They are frequent enough nowadays so as to be not worth mentioning. Lately, it’s every night. I decided to record my masturbation session tonight because something has changed. I am feeling different. I think I’ve done

There’s been some kind of reaction. I’m sure of it. I should be scared of it, but I’m not. As far as I can tell, my magical signature is intact. I’m worried I’m not acting rationally, but I also don’t care. I know that’s irrational, but as I said, I don’t care.

Reviewing this journal, it’s so obvious that I’m acting different. It’s superfluous when it’s happening to you, but when you get the chance to step outside of your body and simply observe then it becomes clear. Empirically, I’m the same. My magic is the same. My body is the same. I haven’t physically changed at all.

But tonight, I wanted to masturbate again. So I did. Only, it wasn’t in my room. I went to the locked storage room, and opened up the semen storage. I looked over Spike’s collected essence, and it brought me joy. Each vial, empty or full, was a successful extraction. Each vial was a moment of submission on his part. Submission to me.

I ran my fingers from vial to vial, relishing the many liters of shivering ecstatic obedience that ~~I’d taken~~ he’d given me. I climaxed to that thought. When I’d finished, I picked up one of his magazines. I imagined ~~taking~~ one of the mares in it, how it would feel to touch them and ~~control their orga~~ make them feel good.

I did it again. And then again.

This isn’t me. Rather, this wasn’t me. Nothing’s wrong. I’ve been monitoring myself, and the data is clean and normal. But something’s ~~wrong~~ different.

~~I need to fix this.~~

Why?Do I like this?

Thursday, December 18th, 15NMR:
Entry 1: Spike and I talked this morning. He still refuses. He called me something again. Something not very nice. I’m livid. He should know better. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m practically seeing red. The rage is something that’s gotten stronger over the last few weeks. I don’t think it’s normal. I don’t care.

I can’t talk to him about this right now. I can’t look at him. ~~Why won’t he~~ obey ~~listen to me?~~

Entry 2: I have made a mistake.

Entry 3: Extraction was normal. 132 ml. He doesn’t know.

What have I done? I should be terrified, or disgusted, or even feeling guilty. Instead I feel vindicated. It feels good. This shouldn’t feel good?

~~am I a bad~~

I masturbated tonight. Not to Spike. Not exactly. I’m still warm and fuzzy. My face is still flush and my libido is still peaked. Why does this make me feel so ~~euphoric~~? This isn’t normal. It’s like a drug. I know it’s wrong. I know everything about this is wrong, but I don’t care.

I’m hot, and sweaty, and my fingers are cramping, and my abdomen hurts, and my pussy is probably bruised from what I’ve done to it tonight. And I still won’t stop. I can’t—I don’t have any self control. Not today. Not tonight. Not anymore.

It wasn’t much. Just one little mistake. A singular action that lasted only a second. One moment of weakness, but it’s a crack in the dam of his disobedience. It’s a start. I know what I’m going to do now. I should hate it. I should be horrified with myself. Instead, I can’t wait. I’m dripping with excitement.

~~I’m going to show~~
~~I’m a very bad~~
~~He’ll finally~~
~~It’s~~

Celestia forgive me, I can’t stop.

Gabby is an awkward kisser.

Friday, December 19th, 15NMR:
Entry 1: Hearth's Warming is just around the corner. That only further complicates things. I already sent presents to the girls; to Shining, Cadance, and Flurry; to my parents; and to the princesses and the required dignitaries. I don’t have anything for Spike.

~~He doesn’t deser~~

I need to get him something. I love him, but I’m so irrationally angry with him over this. I also have a present for Gabby. I need to ~~apologize~~ make up for yesterday. It was a moment of weakness for us both. She was frustrated that Spike had been seemingly ignoring her, and I was just feeling ~~possessive~~ empathetic and frustrated. ~~will I do~~

We awkwardly laughed about it, and I left. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. ~~Spike thinks she’s his. I can make h~~

Spike and I only had the one day where we ~~had sex~~ connected. Maybe for his Hearth's Warming, I can clear a day and wear a bathrobe? Maybe I should buy something that’s actually supposed to be sexy?

He’s out today, looking for more dragon history. I appreciate his scholarly nature, but I’m wondering if he’s hoarding knowledge. ~~I have no way to tak~~ Is that dangerous, I wonder?

I need to talk to Gabby, so I asked her to visit today. She’ll be by sometime in the morning, and I have her present ready. It’s a new set of enchanted cookware that I know she’s been eyeing but can’t afford. I altered it slightly, just as a little personal touch for her. I replaced the logo with my cutie-mark. I’ll give it to her today, and she can open it with us on Hearth's Warming.

That way she remembers who ~~she~~ it’s from.

~~I am I really going through with this?~~

Entry 2: I’ve decided.

Entry: Gabby left around three. She stayed for much longer than either of us anticipated. It started with an awkward apology, but then we started laughing about how territorial griffons get. She felt like it was her fault we hadn’t been getting along lately. She thought that she was being overly territorial with me, like a nesting hen.

I assured her that I hardly noticed, and in fact was treating her much worse. I lamented that I just couldn’t let go of Spike, but if I had to pick somebody then I’d pick her. I gave her my blessing. I hadn’t done that yet. I apologized for my curtness and any rudeness that may have manifested from my irritation at him growing up, and reassured her that it was never about her. It was about him.

She told me I had always been kind, nice, and generous with her. I assured her that it wasn’t the case, and I profusely apologized. She cried happy tears.

~~I don’t feel guilty anymore. Why don’t I feel guilty? Should I feel guilty? I should, right? This is something I would have felt guilt over before?~~

I ~~did it. Just like I’d~~ did something that I shouldn’t have. I’m not going to call it a mistake, this time. I can rationally say that it was wrong, but I’m still afflicted by my crippling disease of amorality.

It was easy. I told her how wonderful she was. How lucky Spike was. How beautiful she was. She was surprised, but I didn’t slow down. I lavished her with praises. At first she was confused and flustered. Gabby turned bright red, unable to formulate a response to my paralyzing storm of glowing praise.

I do like her. I really do. But the thing I should feel guilty about was that I wasn’t doing this for her. I was doing it for him. I was aggressive. I cornered her, and I pulled her into another kiss, just like yesterday. I’ve never felt another woman melt into my arms before. It was intoxicating, and I quickly grew drunk.

Before we knew it, I had her on the couch. I was on top of her, and she was underneath me. At first, we just kissed. Gabby is an awkward kisser, but I like it. I enjoy her sloppy beak, it feels like she simply has no control over it. So I exercised my control over it.

When I was confident that she knew what I liked, I made her practice it with me. As we kissed, I touched her. I didn’t ask her for permission when I slipped my hand down her pants. She startled when I plucked at her underwear. She grabbed my arm with both her frantic hands, and pulled out of the kiss. She started to ask me to stop, I could hear the words start to form. I didn’t let that happen. Instead, I harshly interrupted her, not letting her get a word out.

I felt commanding. I told her that she was going to keep kissing me with that delicious little beak of hers, and she wasn’t going to stop until I told her she could. We were both surprised when she pressed her beak back into my lips, and loosened her gripp on my arm. I slid my hand under her underwear, and she let her arms fall limply to her sides. In that moment, we both learned two very important facts about her.

I learned that Gabby is an exceptionally obedient griffon.

Gabby learned that she is my new finger puppet.

Her beak was eager when she kissed me. I relished her heartbeat, sucked in her breath, and let our tongues dance. Hers is smaller than mine, but so much more textured. It was fun to suckle, but not as fun as it was discovering how wet I’d made her. My fingers glided over, through, and then into her body like they belonged there. ~~because they do~~.

She was so warm inside, and she squirmed under my touch. Somehow, I got her pants and underwear on the floor without ever slipping my dancing fingers fully out of her pussy. I was pleased at how much her pussy felt like mine. It made it easy to show her how good it felt to ~~be mine~~ be with me. I made sure she felt very good.

Eventually she was thoroughly ruined, along with my couch again. After the lust cleared her system, she was shocked. She begged me not to tell Spike what ~~I’d done to~~ we’d done, claiming that she had been pent up and frustrated. That she felt abandoned and alone, and I had been so warm and welcoming. She’d never done anything like this before, and she felt ashamed. I didn’t care. My apathy was startling. I made her promise to open up to me again in return for my silence. She reluctantly agreed, though she seemed unsure.

~~Is this blackmail?~~

~~I’m so excited, she’s so cute when she cums, and her little noises are so adorable, and her feathers are so soft, and she’s so wonderfully obedient and she loves me and is so awkward, and such a gorgeous woman, and I’m going to do so many things to her, and she’s mine,~~ minemine~~.~~

Spike ~~won’t~~ is coming home soon.

Why am I so giddy about this? I’m ecstatic.

Entry: Extraction went smoothly. 136 ml. I hadn’t washed my hands. He definitely smelled the sex, but thought I had been masturbating. He smirked when he asked me if I had enjoyed myself while he was away. I smirked back and told him that I had. He doesn’t know that the dried ejaculate I rubbed all over his dick and into his soft-spikes was Gabby’s cum. ~~I feel so alive~~.

I’m not angry with him anymore. I just want him to be happy. I made him so happy.

Everything feels so good. Life is great.

Entry: Something is wrong again. I still don’t care, not like I did before. Poetically, the apathy doesn’t bother me. It’s only worth recording ~~because it’s wrong~~. I am so very happy. These mood swings are confusing. ~~What’s happening to me?~~

I took a pregnancy test, just to be sure. It’s negative. ~~I don’t have any other~~

I need to organize my thoughts:

1. My focus is erratic. I can think, but it’s wild and strange.
   
2. I haven’t felt any guilt in some time. I’ve done things that logically I should feel guilty about.
   
3. My primary emotions are anger, unbridled joy, and a new emotion similar to desire. I want things. Right now it’s Gabby.
   
4. This want is consuming and dangerous. It’s a need, and it drives my thoughts.
   
5. I am ~~obsessed~~ in love with Spike. ~~he’s~~ MINE
   
6. My understanding of morality has not changed, however, it no longer influences my decisions. ~~evil?~~
   
7. Physically, I am the same.
   
8. Magically, I am the same.
   
9. Emotionally I am not me. ~~who what am I now?~~
   
10. Gabby is ~~mine~~ caught in this. What have I done? What am I doing?
    
11. I don’t want to stop.

When’s the last time I actually studied his semen? What am I doing with it besides hoarding it?

~~fuck~~

Saturday, December 20th, 15NMR:
Entry: I had to test my hypothesis. I snuck a bite of Spike’s peridot pancakes while he wasn’t looking. It tasted like lime. My teeth sliced through the gems like they were soft butter.

Why isn’t this showing up on my magic assessment? I know what’s happening now. I don’t know why. I don’t even think I care to stop it.

I told Spike that Gabby was coming over today and that he needed to talk to her. He scowled and told me that he’s not ready. He left.

I should be angry. I would have been furious at him yesterday morning. Instead, I’m still giddy.

I’m just so excited to play with my new toy.

Entry: Gabby was awkward. She nervously showed up, and seemed afraid of me. I don’t know why. I asked her to sit with me on the couch so we could talk. She said that we couldn’t do what we’d done yesterday. That she and Spike were together, and that what we’d done was wrong.

I knew all that already, so I just asked if she’d enjoyed it.

She said that she had, but it was still wrong.

I almost told her everything. ~~I need hel~~ Instead I asked her when the last time Spike kissed her was. She said November 14th. Over a month ago. Worse, she’d only seen him a handful of times since. I told her that she deserved more attention than that. That she was a remarkable griffon, and should be put on top of a pile of gold.

Gabby blushed. I promised that I’d help her figure this out. That we’d figure this out, and that she was part of our family now.

One way or another.

She seemed uncomfortable with how I’d said that, and asked if she could go.

I told her no.

She simply said “Oh.” ~~she wasn’t surprised. She’d known~~

When I kissed her this time, she was ready. She watched me with her eyes like her life depended on it, and I could see the focus, fear, and excitement in them. She was struggling with the morality of what we were going to do. My apathy is liberating. There was no struggle for me.

I took her in a new way. This time I made her kiss me where I told her to. At first she was reluctant. She was unsure how to do it. She was worried she’d hurt me. I convinced her to do it anyways. The sensation when her little beak brushed my outer labia was electric, but the euphoric buzz wasn’t from the physical feeling. It was from watching her little downy cheeks blush and puff as she obediently buried them in my thighs.

She loves when I tell her what to do.

I love when she does it.

It’s symbiotic. I wouldn’t mind being a parasite clinging to the back of her cute little neck, but I don’t have to be. Instead I get to make her kiss me oh so tenderly and watch as she shivers in confused delight.

After she made me cum, I had her gently lick me clean with her rough little tongue while I held her by her feathered head tuft. Then I ate her little griffon pussy until her legs couldn’t stop shaking. I’ve never tasted a woman who isn’t me before. I like it.

I let her lay on the couch while I just stood over her and touched her body. I love her breasts. They’re so soft and fuzzy and cuddly. I also love her cute little flushed face as she slowly recovers. She smiled at me, timid but happy. She tried to———

~~I gave in. We gave in.~~

I told her she was mine now.

She understands.

Gabby was gone by the time Spike came back. I was just sitting on the couch. All I’d done was flip the cushions. He stared at me, lounging in my ruffled clothes and smelling of sex. I don’t know how long he stared at me. He asked me if he could get some relief.

I told him no.

~~I don’t know what I’m feeling anymore~~

Extraction was problematic. I couldn’t help myself. I swallowed some of it. He just looked so pent up and hurting, and I wanted to make him feel so good. I got about 80 ml into the receptacle. The rest ended up in me or on me.

I made him feel good though. That’s okay, right? I did the right thing?

He was so happy to get his relief. I don’t know why I lost track of what I was doing. I just put his dick in my hand and it was warm, and I saw the soft-spikes all around the tip, and I remembered Gabby’s tongue, and I wanted to feel his cock head on my tongue and then it happened and it was over and I realized halfway through that I was drinking it.

It was like drinking from a hose. And the soft-spikes felt good and ticklish on my tongue and the smell was overpowering and I got it inside me and——and.

No. I will not.

I will not.

Sunday, December 21st, 15NMR:
Entry 1:
I will maintain focus. I am still me. Something about me is still me.

Entry 2:
Gabby came by. I didn’t let Spike leave. I made her and Spike sit down together. They smiled and hugged. Neither told the other what I’d done to them. They look so happy together. I’m forcing myself to care.

They exchanged gifts. He officially invited her over for Hearth's Warming.

After she left, he apologized to me. He almost broke down crying. He said he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t break up with her. I told him that I didn’t care anymore. They could be together and he could love her. That it was okay.

I don’t. Not about that.

He cried. He was happy.

Entry 3:
I had some time to study his semen again today. It hurt to take the vial from the storage room. Is this what I’ve been doing to Spike when I take his hoard? I need to apologize to him. He’s the only reason I can do this.

He can do this.

That means it’s possible. That means I can do this.

I am running a drastic test. It used a lot of blood, and a lot of magic. I’m dizzy, but I’ll be okay. I think I know what happened. If I’m right, then maybe I can fix this. I just need to get back to normal.

Entry 4:
Extraction went well today. 139 ml. 4m:32s. Visual stimulation and audio stimulation were utilized. Spike was receptive, as always.

~~this is so fucking hard~~

Monday, December 22nd, 15NMR:
Entry 1:
I checked the experiment first thing in the morning. The results were inconclusive. My homunculus remains seemingly untainted. Does it need more time? More semen? I have plenty of semen. ~~I don’t know about the time.~~ He can do this; I can do this.

Entry 2:
I told them. Not everything. Not even close. But I told them some of it. I need help. Gabby was here to help Spike bake, and they were making garnet cookies. Spike caught me eating one. He stared at me like I was an alien.

Gabby came in and asked what was going on. I told her that I ate a cookie. She asked what the big deal was. Spike told her it was a garnet cookie.

She still didn’t get it, at least not right away.

I’ve never been good at doing things on my own. I always need help. Why did I think I could do this on my own? Spike can help me. Spike will help me.

I told them that something has been wrong with me. That I’ve been changing, and I’m scared. Spike asked if I’d be okay. I told him I will be; because I will be.

Gabby asked if it was her fault. I said no. Spike asked if it was his. I also told him it wasn’t. It’s really not his fault. It’s mine.

Just like they are.

Entry 3:
Spike asked if we should be doing this. He’s worried that this is causing my problems. ~~he’s right~~ I told him that we need to keep doing this. I really do need to continue the research. ~~I also need to fill my hoard.~~

139 ml. 12m:17s. He was nervous. I calmed him down with physical affection.

Entry 4:
I checked on my homunculus. No change. Why isn’t it working? I re-dosed it with the fresh semen. I used 60 ml to coat it. ~~It looked happy.~~ it’s a magically sustained ball of bloody tissue. It has no emotions.

~~almost like me~~

Entry 5:
I’m documenting my masturbation sessions again, if only to maintain my focus. Even if I am changing, I must retain my note keeping. Dragons don’t keep records. Even Spike struggles with it. I worked so hard to train him to keep notes, and he still fails at that task unless I prompt him.

I’m doing it while thinking of him. Today was emotional. I could see he cared. How does he care? ~~why don’t~~ why is it so hard for me?

It’s not hard to get off, but I know I’m not thinking of love anymore. Not like I thought I was. I understand it now. I know he’s mine. And I want to show him how very much mine he is. Gabby is mine, too. That’s why it’s okay. They can be together. They’re both mine—together.

He’s hard and scaly, delicious and erotic. She’s soft and squishy, oh so eager to please. I just want to smash them together and mash them up until they are both quivering, beautiful, lovely little messes of mine. ~~I can ruin them.~~

I can’t stop. ~~Maybe I do care about something.~~

Tuesday, December 23rd, 15NMR:
~~I shut down the~~ Entry 1:
I shut down the castle for the holidays. I told everyone that I’m having a private little family get together. It was easy. Dash and Fluttershy took Discord on a skiing trip. Pinkie is with her family, doting over Little Cheese. Rarity and Applejack are hosting an assuredly saccharine Ponyville Hearth's Warming pageant at Applejack’s farm. Mom and Dad are staying with Shining and Cadance.

It’s a perfect opportunity to live in my own little roost for a few days. Of course, I’m not entirely alone.

Once the castle was empty, I went back to our private wing. Spike was writing cards. I walked up behind him, and draped an arm over his shoulder. He was surprised.

He was even more surprised when I pressed my naked breast against his back, and told him that I wasn’t even wearing a bathrobe today. I never did buy any proper lingerie, but it’s not like it would have stayed on for long anyways.

It’s been a fun morning.

Entry 2:
I’m exhausted. I know that I’ve given in~~, but I can only fight so much.~~ and I don’t really care anymore. He tried to make me turn off the spell again. I didn’t do it.

I’m the one in charge. He knows that now. I’ve been stalking him this time. He’s the one with the wet, semi-erect cock dangling loosely from between his legs. I’m the one who’s been wracked with orgasm after orgasm from his obedience. I haven’t let him cum. I’ve been gentle, but forceful. He doesn’t get relief until it’s time. He knows that now.

He’s so docile and loving. I suckled his tip, relishing the aromatic scent and the wiggling little soft-spikes that were practically tickling my throat. He begged me. I love it when he begs.

I made him beg more, but I told him I wouldn’t do it even then. He knew that. He still begged. He was still a good little drake. Spike has been so obedient. He feels like a trained dog. I love it. I love him. He’s mine. I made him mine.

Maybe I was mean to him. I used him as my dildo. I made him sit down in my chair, and I straddled him. He slid right in. Then I rode him. We were face to face. We kissed. He adored me. I praised him. He didn’t cum. I don’t know how many times I did, sitting in his lap and filled with his throbbing cock.

He only complained a little.

Entry 3:
155 ml recovered. 0m:01s. I’m not sure that either the amount or the time counts, but I’m recording it anyways. He overfilled the receptacle—155 ml is the maximum volume. I let the rest splatted across my chest. Then I let him finger paint me with his claws.

I’m a good ~~mo si fam gua frie~~ owner.

Entry 4:
No change with the homunculus. It’s not the sperm. Could I even detect the change? I was so sure this was it. Sustained, subtle magical influence to alter the harmonics of the signature might be undetectable in myself, as my magical detection harmonics would change in my spell casting at the same rate, but should show up in a separate entity, ie., the homunculus immediately once the change had happened.

It has been two days, and there’s nothing. I should be able to detect as little as a 0.01% dissonance. That should be easily the amount of change that could happen in two days.

My hypothesis was wrong. There’s no undetectable harmonic difference. ~~It’s too late~~

I’ll need to think of something else. ~~it’s hopeless. It doesn’t matter.~~