Necrosis

Dash’s death took me hard. One of my closest friends had just fallen out of the sky, dead at my hooves. My feelings on the matter were clouded by the event and I could only rationalise… or not.

“Well fuck you Irony, leave me with a dead friend and not a chance to take back the wish I made about this night lasting forever.” I groaned.

“Twilight, Rainbow Dash just died, shouldn’t you… be screaming or something?” Trixie asked, with a hint of concern evident in her voice. I turned around and smiled at her, my eyes glowing through my contacts once again.

“Why would I scream when she’s going to return to us very soon?” My horn ignited in a burst of light and the scene had been set. We stood beside each other, Dash on the operating table before us.

“Twilight why didn’t you, just bring her back to life there on the field?” Trixie asked. I rolled my eyes over to her, burning through the contacts.

“Because with wounds like hers, she’d have screamed her head off, and the chances of her being heard from Ponyville or Cloudsdale would have been too great a risk. So here in the confines of the laboratory, in the middle of the Everfree, nopony can hear her scream. And if anything does hear her, they would only become fresh test subjects.” I replied, grinning with glee.

“Okay, but you could at least show some sadness at the fact that our friend just died right in front of us.” she argued. I shrugged and hopped onto the table to examine Dash.

“Darling, death is just a bout of unconsciousness to us. A break in the story that is life. Ponies come back often enough in hospitals by chance, I’m just boosting those chances to a more acceptable level. In short, Death has no chance against me.”

“You say that as if you can’t die either.” she stated. I grinned again and leaped off the table.

“Trixie, my love. For me, Death is just the beginning. Those experiments on Hydra regeneration returned very promising results after all.” I was face to face with her as I spoke.

“Your eyes are frightening me, Twilight.” she said. Despite her words, I continued to smile.

“These are the eyes of a power Princess Celestia couldn’t wield in her wildest dreams.” Trixie gasped and slapped me on the face. My smile dropped as I worked over the pain I suddenly felt in my cheek.

“Princess Celestia, and Luna for that matter are gods!” she exclaimed. I listened to her naive claim and laughed.

“I used to think that myself, but I was foolish, as is the rest of Equestria. The princesses aren’t gods, they’re just very tall royal alicorns with more power than most. I realised the truth when Celestia was defeated by a changeling. A god would not fall to an overgrown bug. Again, the crystal empire; King Sombra wielded dark power that would put Luna’s to shame, even as Nightmare Moon. They might have been comparable to gods when they wielded the Elements of Harmony, but even those little baubles are flawed. They trap and encase their enemies, but never kill. And they can’t be used against one another. Not to mention when Dash died, her link to the elements was severed, rendering them useless. I doubt that connection would remain even after I brought her back… Speaking of which.”

I turned back around and returned my attention to Rainbow Dash. The once cyan Pegasus had lost some of her colour and looked more like a cloudy grey with a watercolour rainbow mane and tail. I examined her body for broken bones as well as the stab wound on her chest. I’d have to do a little digging. Trixie began to set up the autopsy tools and brought them over to me.

“Scalpal?” I asked. She lifted one with her magic and hovered it over to me. I took it in my own magic and traced it over Dash’s heart. I dug into the flesh and watched with resigned indifference as blood seeped through the cut.

“Cloth and vacuum.” I said. Trixie brought a suction hose to the opened wound and sucked the offending blood from her body, wiping the muscles and organs in the way. I began to close off the holes in Dash’s heart and lung, so as when she came back, and I’d bring her to life once more, she wouldn’t bleed internally. Sadly, her life may be reduced considerably. With the internal injuries sorted, I closed the wound on the outside, as well as the entry point, using general stitching.

“I remembered I felt very cold when I woke up.” Trixie stated. I nodded in response.

“You were drained of your blood so as to preserve your body for as long as possible, you remember I gave you that tablet on the way home?” I asked.

“Yes?”

“That was a blood tablet. A magical tablet that completely restores blood flow and strengthens the heart a fraction.” I replied, showing her a similar tablet.

“What about this amulet?” she asked.

“Dash won’t need it. I gave you the amulet because I knew at the time you would despise surviving off of my residual energy. Dash won’t mind as much.” I replied.

“She’s the Element of Loyalty, if she knows about the research wouldn’t her loyalty compel her to inform Princess Celestia?” Trixie asked. I smiled and shook my head.

“She’s loyal to her friends above all else. I don’t doubt she’ll keep my secret, besides, if she tries to tell, I’ll just have to sever the connection and she’ll drop dead in a heartbeat. I just hope it doesn’t come to that.” Using magic, I mended the broken bones to the best of my ability. Her wings would sting for a while.

“Perhaps it’s best if we pretend we found her unconscious. Bring her back in a familiar environment, maybe the Library.” I found that to be the better idea, however… I wanted at least one of my best friends to know the truth.

“Alright. Thank you for your help, Trixie… I’ll take care of the hard part, could you distract Spike for a while? Take him out or something and discuss the show.” I replied. Trixie smiled and nodded, planting a quick peck on my cheek.

“You think resurrecting Dash is the hard part and distracting a dragon like Spike is easy? I’m surprised you know a single spell.” she teased. I stuck a playful tongue out at her, curling it up and down before her.

“Bite your tongue, Twilight.” she objected teasingly.

“If I did that, it would be out of action for a while… out of our action that you seemed to enjoy in the basement while you were asleep and again in the tub.” Trixie took my tongue as I showed it to her again and kissed it before using a teleportation method I taught her. I was left alone with Rainbow Dash lying dead and helpless on the bench, fully exposed. I bit my bottom lip.

“Crap, now I’m curious as to how she tastes.” I groaned. Shifting my eyes from side to side, I checked for any lurking eyes, animal or otherwise. Certain it was safe, I placed my head between her cold legs and stuck my tongue inside of her. She tasted like skittles, surprisingly.

“Huh. Now I’m a gay necrophiliac… I’m just breaking all sorts of taboos tonight. Maybe I can convince Trixie to have a threesome with her. I gently kissed Rainbow Dash’s lips, then moved up to her face and kissed her mouth.

“I’m sure you’d enjoy that, my ‘masked dyke of Cloudsdale’.” I said, giggling at the notion. With research such at mine, learning to gather information without being noticed was an acquired skill and I gathered quite a trove of information on my friends. Applejack was a siscon, Rarity was a belladonna, Pinkie Pie was… Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy was zoophilic and Rainbow Dash had taken up the habit of dressing up in black leather, covering her mane and tail, and sneaking into ponies houses and having lesbian sex with other mares, married to stallions or mares or not at all. The mysterious mare had been given the title of ‘The Masked Dyke of Cloudsdale’.

I lifted Rainbow Dash from the bench and positioned her on my back. I proceeded to teleport the two of us into the Library after a sufficient amount of time. Fortunately, Spike was nowhere to be seen and ‘Hex’ was also absent, excellent. Taking the rainbow mare up the steps, I opened my bedroom door and pulled the covers off. I placed Dash down onto the bed and threw the covers back over her. She would be freezing when she woke up. I locked the door so I wouldn’t be disturbed by anything.

Placing my hoof over Dash’s chest, my horn began to glow. I changed the frequency of the magic until it began to radiate a sickly dark variant of its usually violet hue. Black lightning flashed around the horn, then me, travelling around my outstretched hoof and zapping Rainbow Dash. It happened again five times. I could see her eyes fluttering slightly. It had worked, Dash was alive once again. I brought my hoof back from her chest. As she opened her eyes slightly, I allowed her to gaze upon my true eyes, undisguised by the contacts.

“Twilight?” she managed to croak. Time was up. I forced magic to compress the gravity in this room slightly, making Dash lose focus on me and struggle to breathe. I turned to leave the room and as I did so, closing the door, I released the magic. Not a sound could be heard from within my room. I made my way to the mirror along the second floor and stared at myself. Trixie was right, I was truly frightening the way I was, but power came at a price and appearances meant little when one had friends and somepony who already loved them. Still, I had to hide the truth.

I found contacts to be less than useful in times of great emotion or of performance. I tried a spell I’d been mulling over and experimenting on for a while, and like a dye, the black around my irises retreated into the eye itself, giving way to white sclera. The red irises turned back to a deep purple. I finally looked like my old self. It almost felt good, to look like my ignorant self. But I wasn’t ignorant anymore. I saw the truth behind their lies; gods can’t be defeated by changelings, no matter how powerful, and six ponies with magical jewellery can’t banish the evil within another god and bring omnipotent siblings together again.

I sighed with resignation and turned back to the doorway. I opened it with casual force and stepped through. I saw Rainbow Dash open her eyes and feigning surprise, I rushed to her side.

“Rainbow Dash, you’re alright! When I brought you here, I thought you wouldn’t make it.” Rainbow Dash looked at me in confusion, then began to shiver violently.

“T-t-twilight! It’s s-s-so c-c-cold!” she said, reaching out to me. I hopped on the bed beside her and held her tightly, trying to warm her up.

“Shock will do that to you. You might have had some hallucinations as well. Did you have anything like that?” I asked. She continued to shiver and I took the opportunity to rub her back, going so low as to brush her flank which seemed to elicit an amount of pleasure from her. She huddled closer to me, likely wishing that the covers weren’t separating us at the moment.

“I-I-I s-s-saw you… Y-y-you h-h-h-had… b-b-b-black eyes. And r-r-red irises.” she replied. I smiled as she took that for the hallucination.

“T-twilight… I s-s-saw the k-k-killer… s-s-she stabbed m-me. I-I-I… I should be d-d-dead.” she said. I decided to give her a half-truth.

“It’s okay. I won’t let you die until you fulfil your dream of becoming a wonderbolt and enjoy a life worth living. I’ll find the killer and… put a stop to her.” I said. It was interesting to me that the killer was a Pegasus. It made escape simple enough when attacking in open spaces, or near a window.

“Thanks for saving me Twi.” I heard her say. I smiled as I levitated the blood tablet over to us.

“Here, take this. It should help you get better.” Dash took it without question. I placed the tablet onto my hoof and then placed it into her mouth. Dash closed her mouth over my hoof and gently suckled on it before swallowing the tablet. I’d hoped for this and faked a blush at the display.

“So you’re ‘The Masked Dyke of Cloudsdale’?” I asked. Dash seemed ashamed of the title, but I reassured her.

“When Hex comes back, let’s see if we can’t book a threesome, eh?” I suggested. Dash grinned.

“Who would have thought the egghead had such a dirty mind in her?” she teased. I chuckled.

“I read ‘Fifty Shades of Greymane.” I replied, gently nibbling on Dash’s left ear. She moaned at the sensual sensation. Dash didn’t like being touched, but it wasn’t because she wasn’t the tactile type, it was because she had hyper sensitivity. Needless to say, in a threesome, she was hardly competition when it came to… holding out. It brought a whole new meaning to ‘ten seconds flat’. I was about to kiss Dash on the mouth to entice her further when I heard the front door close.

“Ah, that’ll be Hex with Spike now. I’ll send him off to bed and the three of us can… warm each other up.” I said, lightly brushing my lips against Dash’s. She gasped and groaned as I left her side.

“Hex, welcome back, how was your little outing with Spike?” I asked. Trixie smiled and winked at me.

“He was a perfect gentledrake.” she chuckled. A loud moan escaped Rainbow Dash from upstairs.

“What was that?” Spike asked. I smiled gently at him and told him the story.

“That’s Rainbow Dash. She had a little accident and almost killed herself. I brought her here to recover. She must be in more pain than I thought. But don’t you worry about that, Spike. Head into your room and get some sleep. Hex and I will care for her tonight.” I said. Spike nodded and said his goodnights before retiring to the small room under the stairs.

“Okay, so what’s the deal?” Trixie asked, keeping her voice at a whisper. I grinned at her and motioned her closer.

“Turns out she was attacked by the killer that’s been going around from city to city. Since Dash was in the air, it makes sense that the killer is a Pegasus. But all that aside, I learned that Dash is crazy horny right now and wants to thank her saviours accordingly. What do you say to a threesome with her?” Trixie seemed unsure about the prospect, but didn’t flat-out refuse.

“I have to know just one thing first.” she demanded. I nodded, waiting for her to ask. “You and I are still a couple? You’re not trying to create an undead harem or something are you?” I almost laughed at the insinuation.

“Sweetie, if I were to make an undead harem, I’d make sure that it was for the both of us. No matter how many ponies I sleep with, you will always be my special somepony, and my very first lover. If you want to sleep around, I’m fine with it, because I know that you are mine at the end of the day, as I am yours.”

“So we’re swingers?” she asked, a hint of arousal in her voice.

“Hmm… Me, a Necromancer Swinging Necrophiliac… sounds legit.” another impatient moan reached our ears, letting us know Dash was waiting.

“Please, oh please oh please oh please oh please!” I begged her. She smiled and kissed me.

“Okay, but you have to promise you’ll never leave me for anypony else.” she said.

“Likewise.” I said, grabbing her by the hoof and dragging her upstairs. I opened the bedroom door and pulled Trixie through, closing it after us and locking it.

“Hey girls… ready for your payment?” Rainbow Dash asked, the covers thrown off to reveal a very sexily posed mare with pre-dripping nethers that got the both of us hotter than a hotspring. I placed a sound barrier around the room to prevent sound from escaping the room, because this was going to get hot and very loud.