Necrosis

Personal Log Entry no.781229

With Trixie acting as my partner and Applejack’s incestuous desires under my hoof, my research is going smoothly. I’ve taken measures to use AJ as a research subject. Combining a sound barrier with regular tranquilisers, Trixie’s been given a subject to practice on. Naturally because AJ is one of my closest friends, I worry about her. As a result, I’ve doubled the dose on the tranquilisers and given her a general anaesthetic, testing for compatibility between the two.

I’ve drip-fed fantasies about Applebloom in her dreams and watched as her heart rate accelerated. She truly does love her sister; some would say too much, but love is love and who am I to get in its way? If anything, resurrection would potentially help love to last longer, but here I go talking as though emotions are physical entities.

It’s becoming a little scary as Princess Celestia has heard mumblings of murders occurring around Equestria. While I am not responsible for these murders, I fear that an investigation could lead the princesses to everything I’ve done. This, I cannot allow for two reasons; one reason is because of the research itself. The other reason is Trixie. I am uncertain as to whether or not the camouflage will fool the princesses and if it doesn’t, she will undoubtedly be destroyed like an offending object with me following close behind.

I simulated some situations where I might be imprisoned. While it’s easy to escape the chains, the bars are a little more complex. But I discovered a way out nonetheless by avoiding the bars altogether. While they are magically protected, the floor and roof are not. Destroying either would create an exit, however, it could possibly harm me were I in the wrong place when destroying them.

I believe Trixie also sees the impending possibility and worries for both of us also. While I appreciate it, I do have a scapegoat of sorts, although I’d rather not waste my life with execution so soon into our research.

Speaking of research, Applejack’s reactions to my images of her sister have shown promise as it turns out that some forms of Earth Pony magic rely heavily on the emotions of the pony. As a result, Applejack grows stronger when she feels she needs the strength, which would likely be in a situation where Applebloom or Macintosh is in danger. I’d have pitted this up to adrenaline, but it’s something more. Adapting this to Necromancy, I found a way to resurrect the dead and give them a significant increase in strength. Owlowiscious now carries five times his own body weight, which would be the equivalent of two bags of salt or forty kilograms. He’s a heavy owl, but that’s just muscle. I daren’t tamper with Trixie’s body any further. Adding to the enchantment the Amulet of Sion is producing could cause catastrophic events, and I’d rather not lose my best friend…

I paused as I wrote those last words. It still felt strange to me, labelling Trixie Lulamoon as my best friend. Somehow it didn’t feel quite right, as though the relationship between us was incomplete. I recalled the previous entry and remembered that the idea of another necromancer made me feel aroused. When I thought of another necromancer, Trixie’s image came up, and that same feeling emerged. I tried to imagine somepony else as a necromancer. Rarity? No effect. Fluttershy? Nope. A clone? Almost!... Applebloom? Thank Celestia no.

I ran through faces I knew, but Trixie’s was the only one that truly aroused me. Princess Luna as a necromancer made me shudder with delight, but hardly aroused me.

“Oh dear lord, I’m gay.” I muttered to myself as I searched for another topic to write in my log. Before I could even muster a thought, Trixie interrupted me by opening the door to the basement.

“Twilight, breakfast is–.”

“GAH!!!” I screamed, surprised by her sudden appearance. I fell off my stool and landed funnily on my back. “Oww.” I groaned, looking up at her.

“Are you alright?” she asked. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me in such a state, so I told her I was fine. “Alright, well Breakfast is ready so prepare yourself for the great and culinary… Hex.” the name seemed deadpanned as she built up the title. I managed a chuckle, but it was cut short by the pain searing through my spine. Fortunately, she was gone. I steadied myself into a roll to straighten myself up. Then I dared to stand which met with disappointing results. I’d thrown out my back. It was utterly humiliating. I wasn’t even that old. Sadly, I knew that age had nothing to do with it.

“I’m getting stressed.” I muttered as I wobbled up the steps to the door.

The smell wafted into my senses and it made me glad to be alive. Trixie had cooked my favourite, which coincidentally was her favourite as well; mashed potatoes with chopped hay fried on a pan to make a variant of bubble and squeak. I felt my mouth watering on the inside, not only because of the food but taking into account my sudden revelation, seeing Trixie Standing next to my breakfast in an apron added to my salivating. While I may have once been one to deny such feelings, as a virgin at twenty seven, I wasn’t going to be picky, besides, it felt good to find her attractive.

“Smells divine.” I said, composing myself and walking up to her. She decided to play a little joke.

“Ah, Rarity, good morning! Help yourself to Twilight’s breakfast since she won’t come out of the basement.”

I rolled my eyes at her and sat down. Thank Celestia I wasn’t researching in the closet. She sat across from me and waited for me to take the first bite. As I did, the taste made itself known to me.

“How is it?” she asked.

Crap.

“Delicious!” I lied, chewing on the bland breakfast. It may have tasted like shit, but at least it would feed me. Trixie smiled and began on her own breakfast. Her response was one I wanted to make. She spat the food back on the plate and made a disgusted and surprised face.

“This is gross!” she exclaimed. I sighed with relief and dropped the contents in my own mouth back onto the plate.

“Did you use salt?” I asked her. She shook her head.

“Flour.” she replied. I nearly coughed up a lung. Flour? What were you thinking?! I sighed at her and shook my head.

“Don’t quit your day job.” I said, taking the plates and binning the contents. An idea came to mind and I struggled not to do a Rarity and say the word. “How about we go out for breakfast? I know a great restaurant.” Trixie seemed to light up at the notion and grabbed her scarf, her bunny having become a permanent addition to it by default. Research into the animal revealed it to be a Zebrikan hare. By research, I meant asking Fluttershy about its species.

I smiled with glee as she took my idea as a good one and we went together to the famous restaurant: ‘The Mare’s Lair’. On the way we ran into Angel bunny trying to carve a vertical line in the wall of a disused building with a stick. There were roughly seventeen attempts prior to this one along the wall’s base.

“What’s Angel doing?” Trixie asked, presuming I’d know the answer. Fortunately, I did.

“So he’s doing it again, is he?”

“Again?”

“I put an experimental spell on him. It’s like Mind control, only the subject is conscious of it and hears the order as a mental suggestion. I tested it on Angel to see how long it would last without my direct influence. He’ll be doing that every day during the hours Fluttershy usually rests. She usually doesn’t get up for another hour. Figured that out when I went to her place one morning to borrow a pet for research on. She’s not a happy pony when she’s woken up.” I rubbed my horn at the memory of her mood swing. Trixie and I watched as he finished up and threw the stick away, then proceeded to look about as if he were wondering why he were there.

“Mind control, huh?” Trixie said, looking to me with suspicious eyes.

“Yes, and no I haven’t done it to you. Though you wouldn’t really know I had unless I told you.” I said, moving on from the disgruntled bunny. Trixie followed behind.

The Mare’s Lair was a popular restaurant with a brothel-like theme to it. The Stallions and Mares working there were all beautiful and handsome. As it was mainly a mare exclusive restaurant with the exception of gay Stallions, the uniforms were somewhat demeaning towards the opposite gender. The stallions wore leather that revealed a lot, just short of the goods. The mares wore tight clothing that added curvature to their flanks. I tested my theory and certainly found myself aroused. Trixie seemed surprised by the theme, more so that I took her to such a place.

“Figured you’d enjoy having slaves answering your every command.” I mused. She was silent and I watched as she looked around to every member of staff. I hoped she would take an interest in the appeal of the mares, though sadly she seemed more interested in the hidden packages. “Don’t let this place fool you, the food is great.” I added. She dropped out of her glazed trance into the land of the bollocks and looked at me.

“How did you get into this place?” she asked. I chuckled and waved one of the staff over.

“My cousin has a coltfriend here.” I said. The alleged coltfriend greeted me with a wide grin; his butter yellow coat and cloudy white mane made him stick out from the rest of the rabble.

“Twilight! So good to see you again. It’s been a while since you came here last. And who’s this with you?” he asked. I knew he was straight, but he had the gayest voice this side of Equestria.

“Hello Twisty, this is my friend, Hex. Hex, meet Twisty Knob, one of Vinyl Scratch’s many coltfriends. Twisty grinned and waved hilariously at Trixie who had ceased to think after hearing the second part of his name.

“Twi honey, I think you broke her.” Twisty said, waving his hoof in front of her face.

“She’s just a virgin to this place. She’ll loosen up.”

“She’s handling it a lot better than you did your first time. You screamed and ran out of here like sweet Fluttershy when she sees a dragon.” I blushed at the memory.

“How is Fluttershy coping?” I asked. Twisty shrugged and added a sigh.

“She’s still a little uncertain about having an older brother who enjoys this line of work let alone owns such a place, but we manage from time to time. It’s not easy having your little sister scared of you.” I took a moment to allow the air to pass between us. As expected, he dropped the subject and proceeded to serve us. “So, how can I help you two today?”

“Table for two, and we’d like the bubble and squeak with hay.” I replied. Twisty grinned goofily and led us to a small table just the right size for us and helped Trixie situate herself. She looked like she’d been kicked up the ass and was frozen in disbelief.

“Any drinks?” Twisty asked. Given Trixie’s speechlessness, I ordered a jug of applejuice and two glasses. It was as Twisty was walking away that his sassy sway brought Trixie out of her trance.

“Knob! Twisty Knob!” she blurted out, attracting the attention of the patrons closest to us. I covered her mouth with my hoof. She cringed in on herself as she realised what had happened.

“Sorry Twilight… how can you stand to be in such a place? I always thought you were the type of mare who… shied away from this kind of crowd.” she whispered so as not to offend. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.

“When I first began researching you know what, I couldn’t stomach the methods I had to use to get the results, so I decided to change all that. I literally stripped away all the emotions and morals I knew I wouldn’t need to do the research and made sure that I could still keep up appearances. Few things matter to me anymore outside of the research though I still love my friends, I would break every law of space and time to keep them alive and well, even if it means surrendering to evil instead of remaining steadfastly just. I’d do the same for you too.” I added the last bit as a test. To my satisfaction and pleasure, Trixie blushed, breaking eye contact.

“Twilight… I’m touched.” she said. I smiled at her and turned my attention to the oncoming Twisty. He held in his magic, the jug with two glasses. As he placed them down, he smirked at me and pulled a wink.

“Here are your drinks, madams. Soo… you two on a date?” he asked. Trixie was quick to deny.

“Actually–.”

“Yes!” I interjected casually. Both ponies looked at me, Twisty with an excited expression on his face, and Trixie with a shocked expression on hers.

“It’s about time you came out of the closet, Miss Sparkle. Twenty something years and not a coltfriend to date, yeah it had to happen. I’m so proud of you!” he said, going so far as to hug me. While I admit I liked the idea of finally having a colt not related to me by blood pressing himself against me, I was much more interested in Trixie pressing against me, either up or down on me. I gave her a sharp look as if to tell her to keep her yap shut until we were alone again. Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to wait long. Twisty left with a giddy giggle and a wink to Trixie before checking up on our orders and waiting on a threesome.

“Why did you say yes?” she asked as casually as she seemed to be able to muster. I’d been playing the reason out in my head.

“Because external relationships will complicate things. If it becomes public knowledge that you and I are together. Nopony, Stallion or Mare will try to tear us apart from our connection that is our research.” I replied. Trixie seemed displeased with my answer.

“So we’re not allowed to have relationships because you’re obsessed with the research?” she asked.

You’re proving to be a beautiful distraction. “We’re not allowed to have relationships because we might get caught. How would you tell your coltfrind that you’re Une jument morte qui travaille avec un Nécromancien or Une jument morte travaillant avec un Nécromancien (A dead mare working with a Necromancer)?” Though still visibly upset, Trixie was obviously unable to think of a rebuttal. I sighed and rubbed my forehead with my hoof.

“Look… if you think you can manage it, then by all means, go out with somepony, but you must do to them what you did in your past life; lie.”

“I never lied. I really did fight an Ursa Major.” she defended.

“Yes, after you boasted about it. And you didn’t win, you lost, obviously.” Trixie looked away from me, clearly angry at my very blunt recollections. Twisty emerged a minute later and saw the scene before him.

“A little spat?” he asked me. I flashed him a look.

“Personal business, Twisty.” I said as he placed my plate down before me. The smell reached me instantly.

“Of course.” he said, turning to Trixie who flashed him a disapproving look. As he placed her food down on the table before her, he whispered something into her ear. I watched as she gasped. Twisty smiled at the both of us.

“There you go! Enjoy!” he said, hurrying away.

“Thanks… Twisty.” I turned back to Trixie who was pouting at me now. “What did he say to you?” I asked. Trixie shook her head, a blush coming to her face.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” she said. Worry? I didn’t say anything about worrying, now I am worried. I decided to drop the conversation and began to eat the food before me.

“I told you this place was good.” I said as I enjoyed the first bite. Trixie tucked into her own food and agreed whole-heartedly.