Author's Note

This section doesn't have dog ears, but it's easy enough to find the entries of note. Most entries have meticulously perfect handwriting. The last entry does not.

The pages after the last entry are blank, but the ink is still wet. The journal seems to be over, but perhaps the experiment is not.

January

Friday, January 11th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
Same as yesterday, but I think I’m making progress. Spike has been reluctant to help. He’s still angry over the Gabby thing. He should get over it. She is fine. I’ve been just so happy since she moved in. All her things are in my storage room, not his. His things are in my room as well. He’s mine, too.

He could be happy too. I can make him happy. He just has to beg. It’s been two weeks since he’s had an extraction. He’s always agitated. Gabby knows exactly how to beg. She does it so sweetly, so nicely. He likes to leave when she does that. I don’t let him. I make him watch. I like knowing that his dick is hanging limply, half erect at the sight of me ~~forcing~~ helping her cum.

I think I’ve found something. Gabby’s homunculus was fruitful. I got a reaction! Yay me! I never ~~gave up~~ completely stopped researching. I’m not turning into a dragon! Isn’t that great? I’m also not turning into a griffon. They sure do love their things. I think I’m turning into an alicorn. It was so simple!

Entry 2:
I asked Spike for help. I don’t think he likes me right now. I don’t know why. He’s mine. He didn’t want to help. That’s okay. I don’t need him to want to help. I just needed him to help. ~~then I can stop being happy~~

~~Was this rape? This is the first time it really felt like it. But maybe it was before? He begged me not to. He was achingly erect. I was still wet from Gabby’s tongue. He almost didn’t fit! The little soft-spikes weren’t so soft after two weeks of constant teasing, and they kind of hurt when I made him penetrate me. I could see the agony and pleasure in his eyes. He cried. I smiled.~~

I was so happy. I played with him for a little, just an hour or so before I finally did it. I released the spell, and he filled me and it felt so good. It must have been over a liter dumped directly into my pussy. I’ve never felt so full, and the semen was so thick and heavy. It tingled. My belly still feels distended and satisfied.

The look on his face when he finally came was so satisfying. He liked it. He gave up. He’s mine. Mine.

Spike is MINE.

Entry 3:
I’m a monster. I’m not happy any more, thank Celestia. I wish I was. ~~not again it’s not me~~ What have I done? I can’t fix this. I can’t fix him. I can’t fix Gabby. I can’t fix me. I’ve figured out some of it. I was never turning into a dragon. Not really.

I’m turning into an alicorn.

I mean, more of an alicorn. It wasn’t his biology, it was mine. I’m adaptive. I’ve never had sex before. Something about me takes on traits of ~~ponies~~ creatures that I have sex with, but I think it’s gone haywire. I’ve got months and months of psychic build up from collecting his semen. It only got worse when we had actual sex. I think it was my immune system that triggered it. I’m resistant and adaptive to magical attacks, and I kept dosing it with the same violent signature.

~~My body thought that I~~ The response was because I’m an alicorn Princess. Whatever the new paradigm, I’m supposed to be on top. So if the paradigm is one of sex (my contribution), violence (Spike’s dragon nature), and greed (Both Gabby and Spike), then it turns out like this.

Spike had fought his nature his whole life, growing up in that emotional battleground. I experienced raw adult dragon emotions out of nowhere. I wasn’t mentally ready. My mind wasn’t prepared for that. How could it be?

Then came Gabby.

Happy, devoted, eager and excited griffon Gabby. She was greedy, like any other griffon. But she fought her nature like Spike. More than Spike, even. I can’t control myself when I am with her. It’s too much. She’s so exuberant. So eager and happy, while hiding her greed. The dragon is still in there. It doesn’t go away anymore. The hoarding, the greed, the joy, the rage, the want—they all hit me at once, or worse, one at a time.

My base emotions and desires had been written over with dragon nature from a very repressed dragon, and then whipped into griffon souffle from an even more repressed griffon. I only vaguely remember what it feels like to be a pony. ~~I’ve~~

I think this is my nature. Not his. Not hers. Mine.

Both dragons and griffons have a strong hierarchy. Griffons are based on money and gifts. I kept giving Gabby things. Cookies. Empathy. Spike. I’m a princess. Gabby could never have told me “no”. Even if she wasn’t so eager to please. Dragons are based on raw strength. I’m stronger than him. I’ve also trained him. ~~I know I need forgive~~

I don’t care. I don’t know what’s happening to him. It’s separate from me. Maybe we’re linked, but I don’t think my magic is causing his increased anger, and obscene ejaculation quantities. It must have been the experiment. It must have been how I treated him. Dragons have a hierarchy. They adapt. Like me.

~~I think I get it, even if I don’t have any evidence.~~

This was all my doing. ~~Maybe his greed~~ I’m responsible. No matter what happens, I did this. I could have left them alone. Spike would never have sexually awakened. They would have been happy.

Now they’re not happy. But that’s okay. They’re mine.

I need to do something before the dragon ennui kicks in. I overloaded the griffon psyche by making Spike help me. I’m a confusing mash right now, but that’s the best for thinking. When it hits, I’m going to have to handle two weeks of pent up and angry Dragon mind scape. Dragons only care about increasing their hoard, and enforcing their dominance over others. My hoard has a castle, and so much treasure. And my two pets. ~~does understanding it help?~~ no

Now there’s an idea. Maybe I’ll feel better if I add more to my hoard? I bet Applejack likes to do what she’s told.

~~It doesn’t matter. I’m too late~~

I’ve set Spike free. It hurt. It hurt so much. I made him take Gabby. It’s antithetical. It’s heresy. It’s betrayal. I’ll take it back. I’ll take them back.

I’m enraged. I’m going to burn everything to the ground and nothing can stop me.

No.

My hoard is my kingdom. I am the princess.

I am the princess.

I am the princess.

I am the pri——

~~They’re mine.~~

I am the princess.

Sunday, January 13th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
I am the princess.

Monday, January 14th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
I am the princess.

Tuesday, January 15th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
I am the princess.

Wednesday, January 16th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
I am the princess.

And I am stronger than this.

Thursday, January 17th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
I am the princess. I haven’t seen any friends or family since Spike left. I hold court. I make decisions. I manage my hoard. I return to my storage room. I have turned down all visit requests. I have politely responded to letters, saying I am unavailable. I can do this. I can do this.

~~I’ve been buying things. My treasures glitter.~~

Entry 2:
Spike returned with Gabby. He’s hurt her. He didn’t mean to. She’s burned. I can fix this. This isn’t about me. I have to fix this.

I am the princess.

I am stronger than this.

I have to help them. They’re supposed to be mine, after all.

Entry 3:
Extraction was uneventful. 182 ml.

Friday, January 18th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
I am uniquely suited to help Gabby. The homunculus will fuel the magic. But it’s part of my hoard. I can’t give it up for nothing. Spike has agreed to my terms. Gabby has no choice. She’s dying. She’ll obey. She’s a good griffon.

They are both mine again.

Entry 2:
Extraction was uneventful. 193 ml.

Saturday, January 19th, 16NMR:
Entry 1:
Extraction went well. 196 ml. I have prepared larger vials. Spike is so obedient now.

~~I’m glad they ran away. He’s so docile now. He lets me do anything to him now. I know, because I have.~~

Sunday, January 20th, 16NMR:

Extraction went very well. 263 ml, plus quite a bit spilled ~~in~~ on my body throughout the day.

I am so happy that we’re all back together again!

Everything is all better now and I’m just so excited and happy about it and I have my toys back and it’s all so wonderful!