Author's Note

The pages here are crisper. They're newer. Even the handwriting, while it contains many scratch outs and ink smudges, is otherwise perfect. It's as though the author spent much time on each section, writing slowly and meticulously. Perhaps mechanically.

Hearth's Warming

Wednesday, December 24th, 15NMR:
~~I don’t care any~~ Entry 1:
It’s a new day. Gabby is here. Spike has been acting awkward around her. Probably because he fucked my brains out yesterday. She brought some emerald and rodalite cookies for us, even a little set of chocolate chip ones just for me. She also said I was free to have the gem cookies with her and Spike.

I did. They were delicious.

I normally don’t eat meat, but Gabby and Spike were excited for the roast. I didn’t ask what animal it was from. I tried a little while Spike and Gabby watched me curiously. It was also good. I didn’t feel guilty. I never do anymore. I had seconds.

My ennui needs to end. We sang songs, told stories, and had a merry time around the fire. We even opened our gifts. My real gift to Spike was yesterday, but I got him a nice little scale detailer. Gabby was excited for the cooking set I got her. She noticed my cutie mark and blushed, but didn’t say anything.

She’s a good girl.

~~Spike and her got each other amulets or something. I wasn’t~~ Spike gave Gabby a gold amulet with a silver etching of fire done into it. She got him a matching silver one with a gold etching of a cloud. They’d clearly coordinated, but both seemed happy with the gifts.

Gabby got me book cozies made out of wool and colored like her feathers. To keep my books warm.

I love everything about them.

Gabby is staying the night. She’s not allowed to stay with Spike. He knows why.

Entry 2:
Extraction was done in secret. We excused ourselves, and accomplished the task in 6m:24s. He produced 145 ml. The excursion was less than 8 minutes, but it was still a long time to leave Gabby alone. When we returned, I found her stroking her amulet and smiling to herself.

She didn’t suspect us. And why should she?

I shuddered, suddenly feeling grateful that I was slightly uncomfortable with her plight. Not enough to actually do anything to fix the situation, but far more than I’d felt in months.

Emotion. Not just anger, joy, or desperate want. But a trace of sadness. Maybe a tinge of actual anxiety. A glimmer, just a sparkle of guilt for what I’d done to her.

Then it was gone. The unbridled joy and excitement is back, but this time I feel like I deserve it. I don’t know how, or why, but I’m fighting it.

Gabby’s spending the night in the guest room. My guest room.

~~fuck, no—fuck—I we di—Celes, why? Entry—~~

Entry 3:
I wish I could say I’m sorry. We both know I’m not.

Entry 4:
The sun’s coming up. I’m not counting this as tomorrow just yet. It’s still yesterday. I took Gabby back to my bed last night. I stole her away from the guest room. ~~She’s not a guest~~ Today. Not yesterday. I made her do things. We both loved deeply enjoyed how well and completely and obediently and lovingly and amazingly and beautifully she did those things.

I broke her somehow. This is wrong, but I don’t care. She’s mine. She’s been mine, but now she’s really, truly mine. She’s so soft. She’s so warm and feathery. I can bury myself in her wings. I can use her as a blanket, or a cushion. I can use her beak as a dildo. I can do w_h_a_t_ e_v_e_r__I __w_a_n_t with her.

She didn’t fight me. Not exactly. She just looked sad when I woke her up in the middle of the night. There were no questions. She kept her amulet, and her clothes on. I just woke her up, and told her that she was going to give me my second present.

She followed me to my room, and I locked the door behind us. I love locking my things up now. I keep Spike locked up with the spell. My things are locked up in the storage room. And tonight, I locked her up with me.

I made her strip for me. I bored holes into her naked flesh with my eyes. Then I used my hands to open my present. I wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want me to be. Griffons, it turns out, generally have somewhat violent sex. It was more than that. I had her dance for me. I had her tell me her secrets. I made her worship me. She gave me everything I asked for, and did it with a little smile that grew less sad and more earnestly joyous as the night went on.

She loves me. I own her. I took her pendant and I enchanted it. Just a little. Just a touch. Just a tingling reminder that she’s mine that she can’t take off now. I love the taste of her little holes, the shivering unsure response that warps into cute debauchery, her whole body orgasms that cause her to noisily squirt, how each and every hidden crevice of hers has been claimed by me. Even the tang of her blood when I bite her nipple too hard and she squeals.

~~Did she break? Or did I?~~

She’s my Hearth's Warming present to myself. We’re going to move her things in. Most of them are going to my storage room. I’m going to feel so good when I lock them up in there. I’m shivering with excitement, laying here in my soaking wet bed sheets and wrapped in my slumbering, feathery, and wet toy.

~~She deserves better~~

Not anymore. She’s mine.

Thursday, December 25th, 15NMR:

Entry 1:
It’s Hearth's Warming proper. The castle is empty except for us. Everybody else is with their families. This is mine.

Gabby is walking with a limp. I definitely was a little too rough with her last night. Spike asked what’s wrong. She looks so sad and guilty every time she says nothing is wrong.

I’m so happy. So incredibly happy. I just can’t hold it in. I’m smiling, and twirling, and singing, and saying so many things so quickly about how great Spike is and how pretty Gabby is, and how cute they are together and how much I never want them to leave and they should stay here forever and ever and I love that.

Spike seems uncomfortable with my exuberance. Gabby is just sadly smiling and moving slowly.

They should be happy, but it’s okay. I know what it’s like to not be able to control your feelings.

Entry 2:
We had leftovers for lunch. I demolished what was left of the roast. It was so absolutely incredibly delicious. Spike cornered me after, and demanded to know what was happening. I told him not to worry, that everything was great.

He asked why Gabby was hurt.

I told him not to worry about it.

He asked if I had hurt her.

I told him not to worry about it.

Why didn’t he listen? I’m still happy. Still so happy.

But I had to punish Spike.

Entry 3:
Gabby is so obedient and soft and wonderful. I showed Spike. I showed him what I did to her. I made her show him what I’d done to her. Then I made her show him exactly how it had happened.

I had two orgasms. She had three.

I didn’t turn his spell off. His almost erect dick was dangling loosely between his legs the whole time. It’s good that I kept him locked up, how I like things. He was straining against the magic chains, furious with me. Spike could get so angry.

But Gabby was always so soft and happy. ~~Even when she wasn’t.~~

Why hadn’t he listened? Then he could be happy like me.

Entry 4:
Spike resisted extraction. I wasn’t sure what to do. He’s never done this before. I left the spell on. I remembered that I needed to research the thing, so I did that instead. The homunculus was the same. Nothing changed it; at least no dragon semen. The inherent alicorn magical immunities are simply too strong.

Maybe that’s the problem? What if I could weaken them? Would I turn into a dragon?

I need to run another test. I’ll need another homunculus, and it can’t be mine or Spike’s. It’s going to take a lot of blood.

Gabby is so sweetly obedient. So very, very sweet.

~~I took too much.~~ She’ll be fine.