Necrosis

Personal Log: Entry no. 781231

Events have taken a turn for the better. Rainbow Dash’s death has not been publicised, which meant Trixie and myself were the only witnesses. I believe my friend’s killer had intended for me to see her die and spread the news. Were they to see Dash still up and about without a care in the world, I imagine the look on their face would not only be funnier than Rainbow Dash being scared by Princess Luna on Nightmare Night, but would also potentially reveal to us who that killer is.

That said, I find Rainbow Dash is smarter than she appears. Shortly after our receiving the ‘gift’ she gave us for bringing her back, she developed a theory that made sense but was rejected simply because it was not the case. She suspected I’d somehow given myself temporary wings and killed her, then brought her back to life either for experimentation or so she would be forever in my debt. While both would be likely, I explained to her that I simply couldn’t do such experiments on my friends. Studying with Applejack’s incestuous fondness for her sister was the exception and unfortunately simply a hobby, I discovered.

The progress I have made regarding emotions fuelling magical strength and abundance have hit a dead end and further testing on a drugged up Applejack are no longer necessary. It has occurred to me that positive emotions such as those that fuel the ‘Elements of Harmony’ do not allow Necromancy to prosper, but in fact, weaken it. Selfish emotions, potentially the antithesis of the Elements’ affinities, such as ‘Desire’ and ‘Lust’ are what fuels the project. Fortunately, my agreement with Trixie to have purely platonic relationships with other ponies, be they Stallion or Mare, will fit in nicely with my ability to keep up appearances. While I say one thing, I would think another, more selfish thought.

Continued passion between myself and my… companions has taken a toll on my body and produced physical aspects that are becoming increasingly difficult to hide. Contact lenses no longer work and had proceeded to melt the last time. As a result, I have developed a slight phobia toward the things, the terminology of which has not been labelled as of yet. I have come to a fork in the road. I can either give up intercourse with my loves, or I can expend a small but constant amount of magic maintaining a perfect visage of myself as the Amulet of Sion does for Trixie. While the answer seems obvious, I am reminded that my magic must not be swayed from the subject matter. I will have to think about this more over the course of events.

Trixie has made me abundantly aware of the threat the killer poses to our secret, for if he/she were to see Rainbow Dash alive, knowing we were the only witnesses, they would suspect Necromancy. I settled her argument once and for all by saying that should the killer reveal our secret to the princesses, they would also be jeopardising their own goals. As the only witnesses to Dash’s murder, anypony else who knew she had died would have to be the killer. As it has been three weeks since the incident, I believe the killer has reached the same conclusion or has moved on to the next town without having seen his previous victim flying about.

It saddens me to no end that my research has been slowed to a crawl thanks to the persistent inspections of the guards stationed to Ponyville; but I am further outraged that it has been brought to a hiatus as Celestia has summoned me to a meeting, the purpose of which eludes me and worries me at the same time. I’ve invited my friends along including my lovely concubine, ‘Hex’. Spike has also expressed an interest in going to Canterlot, and since he has remained strong in allowing me and Trixie our privacy, I have decided to reward him with more freedom than he is used to. The choice to go to Canterlot or remain behind is his to make.

It occurs to me that perhaps now would be the time to test the mind controlling spell on a more strong-minded pony. I have decided to use my trip to Canterlot wisely and enforce spies upon the Royal Guard. Without knowing they have done so, they will have sent me daily reports on the Princesses’ orders, allowing me time to prepare should I be found out. I admit the thought of leaving my Library and secluding myself in various hidden bases frightens me. But it has always been a necessary precaution since the very beginning. I’m almost ready to depart, I have just one thing left to do before I halt my research…

P.S: The royal guards found my secret stash of sex toys and while I feigned embarrassment, it was mild compared to their own shamed faces. Oddly enough one of my small vibrators is missing. That guard must have discreetly taken it without my knowing. All I can say is well done for getting something past me and I hope she uses it thoroughly.

I giggled at the images that came to mind. Knowing the Royal Guard, she would eventually be called to an assignment and would have had no time to remove the toy and hide it from her brothers and sisters-in-arms. It would prove for an interesting work day for her and me both. Once I found out of the mind controlling spell worked on the guards, I would probably use it on the ones stationed in Ponyville to ignore the Library so I could proceed with my work. I also wouldn’t mind seeing that one guard enjoying my gift.

I giggled again at the thought of another added to the harem, though this one would be a true slave to her base desires.

The clicking and buzzing of insect-like chatter brought me from my pleasant thoughts and I turned to the creature on the operating table behind me. The black creature with full blue eyes spoke to me in Equish not long afterward.

“Release… me!” he shouted defiantly. I got off my chair and made my way up to him. With a kind smile I reached my hoof over, making like I was actually going to do what he said. I then threw my hoof across his face with such force, a crack in his chitin was visible.

“Shut up bitch! You’re inside now, you’re mine!” I replied, grabbing a drink I had inadvertently left on the table beside the changeling and drank from it. He was quiet for another moment before he spoke again.

“What are you going to do to me?” he took on the form of Trixie, or to be more specific, ‘Hex’. I hadn’t actually seen the visage Trixie wore before, and I found her to be breathtaking. But I knew that this creature was just imitating like Trixie.

“Nothing that will physically harm you… unless ‘Plan A’ fails and I’m forced to resort to ‘Plan B’.” I replied, turning to return to my log.

“Plan A?” he asked. I knew he’d do that! I turned to face the changeling once again and smiled. Gently stroking my hoof along his cracked cheek, I answered him.

“While I plan on making spies for my own personal benefit, I need to test the spell on a subject more powerful in mind than a Royal Guard. And what better mind to test than one connected to a hive of them? Your joint mental defences make for a splendid challenge and I do so love a challenge. That’s ‘Plan A’.” I told him, lightly smacking the crack.

“And… ‘Plan B’?” And Twilight takes the lead with two assumptions! I grinned at him, trying to look as intimidating as I could. While the grin probably wouldn’t have been necessary what with my eyes and slowly darkening complexion, I felt it just added that little threat of insanity.

“Well it’s not a perfect plan, but I could always use something to practise my more… excruciating and semi-lethal spells on.” A third point was given to me as the changeling gulped in its own equivalent of fear.

“So let’s just hope I can make a spy out of you, shall we? If not, then perhaps a messenger in the very least. I do hope your kind don’t have many differences in personality, I’d hate for the others to think you odd after I’m done with your little mind. With him good and scared, I forced my magic to probe his mind and utterly destroy the barriers around his psyche. It was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be, given his collective hive mind. It dawned upon me that I might be able to make contact with Chrysalis, what better spy than the one who infiltrated Canterlot previously, with the aid of my Royal Guard slaves, nothing would be kept secret from me. That being said, constant mind control over such a large scale would prove to be costly to the overall research, and Celestia may not be the only enemy. I decided to leave Chrysalis as is and have this changeling spy on her. Perhaps she would become an ally, once I informed her of my connections within Canterlot, her greatest defeat.

There it was, the core of this changeling’s will and perception. With a slight tweak, I could have him ravaging the queen every time he laid eyes on her, wilfully, or forcefully, it would not matter to him. But spying was all I needed him for. Changeling sex was not exactly a moistening thought to me, since they were the apex of my current situation regarding my faith in Celestia. I forced a jolt of my will into the changeling and I watched as he in turn spasmed beneath the restraints. Another more thorough jolt had him literally bending backwards. With that out of the way, I released his mind and allowed him to turn to me.

“Did it work?” he asked. I shrugged and released him from the restraints.

“We’ll find out soon enough. I want you to know that I am not planning on using the information you gather as a weapon against you and your kind, I simply wish to make sure Chrysalis has learned her lesson and won’t come after us. So don’t mention any of this to her, alright?” I asked. The changeling hesitated for a moment, but nodded in the end. With everything said and done, I teleported him back to where I found him and allowed him to make his own way back home. I expected him to report to me within the week by any means necessary. With two proverbial birds killed with one proverbial stone, I smiled and teleported back to the Library where Trixie was waiting with Spike.

“Alright, I’m good to go.”

We met up with the other girls at the train station and exchanged the usual greetings. I smiled at the royal guard who had stolen my toy. She’d been posted to watch for any suspicious types entering or leaving the town. I struck up a small conversation with her while my friends and I waited for the train. As she spoke, I crept ever closer between the gaps of her mental barriers, slithering through ever so gently. I found the conversation acted as a good distraction from her mental training. Her theft and simple firewalls made me deduce that she was a rookie stationed here to Ponyville. It wasn’t long before I’d made my way through to where I needed to go in her mind. Like I had done with the changeling, I forced my will into her. She went rigid for a second and I almost thought she had the toy inside of her when she lost her balance.

Testing the spell, I ordered her to blow me a quick raspberry immediately. She did so, and appeared to have no recollection of the event. With that test out of the way, I did what any novice Necromancer would do if given the opportunity. I ordered her to ignore the Library when conducting her inspections. Unlike the changeling, she physically acknowledged my order by saluting me and saying “Yes ma’am”.

Withdrawing from her mind, I struck up more conversation with her trying to get to know her better. She was called ‘Fire Reign’, a novice Pyromancer and Rookie Royal Guard. I was surprised to have met a Pyromancer, given the rarity of their teachings. Only a select few were chosen by Celestia like I had been; only while my studies varied greatly, the Pyromancer learned only of how to control fire with as much ease as levitating a small object. Reign told me the basics of her life story and how she’d been discovered as a Pyromancer by accidentally having singed the mane off of her younger brother. I laughed at the appropriate times and exchanged similar stories of my fillyhood. She revealed herself as my number one fan, which to say the least, flattered me. It also brought me the opportunity to entertain some ideas. I invited her to the Library after we got back from Canterlot (despite my orders about the place) for a friendly visit off-duty. She accepted the invitation, ignorant to the fact that while I invited her, I mentally hinted that she should bring the vibrator with her, equipped to her body. She would then proceed to give me the remote controlling the intensity of the vibrations and we would enjoy the night together with ‘Hex’ and Rainbow Dash. I’d have to ask that Fluttershy take Spike in that night.

Finally, the train came and I bid my farewells to Fire Reign and expressed my anticipation for the event. She did likewise and returned to her duties, seemingly happier than when I’d spotted her. The train wasn’t crowded, but Trixie and Rainbow Dash both sat comfortably next to me on each side. The others sat at less friendly distances and began chatting amongst themselves. While they were doing that, I informed Trixie and Rainbow Dash of my plans for Fire Reign through a mental communication spell I’d picked up. They both looked at me and smiled.

“And so the harem grows.” Trixie replied through the same spell. I forwarded her statement to Dash who chuckled outwardly.

It wasn’t long before Rainbow Dash became quickly bored of the train ride. I could tell she wanted to read a Daring Do novella. Fortunately, I had a photographic memory and was able to project the images of the pages into her mind to read when she closed her eyes. She took the opportunity graciously and feigned slumber as she read.

“Heh, must be dreamin’ about havin’ one of them adventures with Darin’ Do.” Applejack mused. I chuckled at her comment; if she only knew.

“You’re one to talk, AJ, dreaming of such things as you do.” she paused and grew worried as Pinkie asked what she dreamed about. I decided to play a game and test Applejack’s stress levels.

“Apples and where they belong.” I replied, smiling at the orange Earth pony who grew wide-eyed at the statement.

“Ooh, ooh! Where do they belong?” Pinkie asked again. I chuckled and replied honestly.

“In very small fruit baskets.” Applejack struggled not to whine and crossed one leg over the other to cover the shame. While nopony understood the awkwardness of the dream, I couldn’t help but revel in Applejack’s judging glare. My smile was permanently planted on my face.

“By the way, did you know the ‘Masked Dyke of Cloudsdale’ has stopped sleeping around with other ponies? She disappeared suddenly without a trace.” Pinkie said, changing the subject… to a degree.

“Maybe she was killed by the mysterious killer?” I suggested. If only they knew. I knew those words were playing in both Rainbow Dash’s and Trixie’s minds.