Alchemy Chapter 3: Nigredo Separation

>"Really, Anon?! REALLY?! You bombed THREE DIFFERENT QUIZZES!"
In my defense, I don't know a lick about this world's history, I was taught base *ten*, and I'm not used to writing with these hooves.
>Crystal Castle, afternoon after your first day of school.
>Princess Starbutt isn't that happy about your grades.
>"YOU SAID YOU WERE COLLEGE LEVEL!"
College level in my home universe.
>"Eugh! You're lucky we can pin this on stress. In the meantime, it looks like I'm gonna have to tutor you so you don't bomb second grade."
>You sigh and nod. Math tutoring actually goes pretty well- you quickly get ahold of the new "triskadecimal system". History/geography doesn't go as well- Twilight ends up going on a huge tangent when trying to teach you about a war that you're not sure was even on the quiz.
>And you make zero progress in writing.
Eugh... can I just say that I hate the taste of this eraser?
>"You're holding it in your mouth wrong then. You're supposed to hold it with your teeth and guide it with your lips."
Neugh... Can we please do something else?
>"Like what...?"
...Hm... You said I had some sort of magic field, and I keep seeing unicorns doing magic... perhaps I could learn some magic, hmmmm?
>Twilight freezes.
>"I... I'm not so sure that that's a good idea, Hornet."
What...?
>Her Royal Starbutt disappears behind a bookshelf before coming back with a book. She flips through it before putting it on the table. It shows the outline of an Earth filly much like yourself, with four symbols in it- one black, one white with a little black outline, one gold, and one red.
>"Homunculus magic is very, very different from unicorn or alicorn magic. While ours manipulates magic directly, yours is a little more indirect, and deals with destruction, transmutation, movement, and creation as four separate things that can be blended together for different effects. The big problem with teaching you magic is that you learn how to do it in that order."
>She points to the black symbol- an Infinity symbol with a strange cross sticking out from the top.
>"The first is Nigredo, or Destruction... and in its base form, it's very powerful necromantic magic."
...Really?
>"The kind of powerful that's banned. Which is why anything to do with the Nigredo is banned- from the Magnum Opus itself to creating homunculi."
...So, ahm... can I get some sort of license?
>"IF YOU LEARN THIS KIND OF MAGIC YOU CAN EASILY GET IN BIG TROUBLE."
And you're a Princess. Can't you bend the rules a bit?
>"Eugh... I... okay, fine, I'll write a letter to Princess Celestia about it. In the meantime, you, pencil, writing, now."
>You sigh and pick up the pencil again, continuing to write.
~~~
>Be Princess Celestia.
>Oh, hey, a new letter!
>You open it, read the first lines, and spit out your tea.
A HOMUNCULUS?! THREE SCHOOL-AGED FILLIES MANAGED TO CREATE A HOMUNCULUS!? Without basilisk blood... believed to be a soulbound homunculus... Hm. Permission to attempt to teach her magic...? Hmm... Well, this should be interesting... And it is Twilight, I'm sure she can handle it...
>You put down the letter and grab your quill, and write a short letter giving permission for Twilight to teach her "new student" alchemical magic. You then roll it up and are just about to send it through Dragon Post when you get a different idea...
...Nigredo Citrinitas Rubedo.
>A black, yellow, and red beam destroys the letter and transports the contents up your chimney, in an alchemical version of Dragon Post. Your alchemical magic was a bit rusty, but it did the job.
~~~
>Be Anon.
>"What?!"
>You look up from your twenty-seventh attempt to write this one sentence. Seriously, it felt like you were doing lines with your off hand.
>"She... she said yes! Without question!"
Said yes to what?
>"To teaching you magic!"
>You drop the pencil.
Really? So when do we start?!
>"Tomorrow. I need to figure out how to do this. I don't know much in the way of alchemical magic myself, I need to brush up on it. In the meantime, it's getting late, you should probably head home."
All right. See you tomorrow.
>You get up and walk out the door, looking back to see Booksmart browsing through her library to find anything she can on the subject.
~~~
>It's a short walk back to your aunt's cottage, and when you get there you find an injured young badger on the couch and Aunt Dr. Butters putting all her focus on it. The badger, however, growls when it sees you.
>"Ssshhh, it's okay, that's just Green. Oh, ahm, hello dearie. Food's on the table, but I might be a while..."
All right.
>You place your backpack in a corner and trot over to the kitchen, to find a bluebell souffle and a glass of milk waiting for you.
>You also see a very familiar white rabbit chewing on a carrot. He sniffs the air, and looks over to you, a suspicious look on his face.
Hey, I thought we were through this. I live here now.
>Angel scowls at you and takes another bite out of his carrot, as you start to eat. You exchange a few glances, but you seem to come to an understanding after a bit.
>Finally, your aunt takes her place at the table and starts eating her own dinner.
>"So, how was school?"
Turns out my high school diploma means nothing, I'm having to relearn everything except how to read.
>"R-really? Why?"
>Your aunt looks genuinely concerned about this.
I learned a different number system, I don't know anything about this world's history, and I can't write well with my mouth or hooves.
>"O-oh..."
I mean... Twilight's gonna be tutoring me though, hopefully this all will work out...
>you finish the bluebell souffle- which tasted suspiciously like tuna salad- and yawned a bit
I ahm, I also heard that the election for school president is tomorrow...
>"Ooh, that'll be interesting. Who do you think will win?"
Dunno. I hear that one of the rich fillies I talked to was class president last year, but I have my eye on the other new kid, Pipsqueak. He's a bit small but he seems to have a big heart...
>"Mmh. Well, I hope you vote for the right one... There was a minor uproar last year when a class president had a stained glass window of herself put in the school to replace a broken window..."
>You stifle a yawn
Nnh... Well, I'm getting a bit tired... I'm gonna hit the hay. Night, Auntie...
>She hugs you before you can go. This surprises you, but not much- what comes next does.
>"Good night... I... I love you. You're... you're like the daughter I never had..."
~~~
N-no! Please! Stauhp, auhn~!!!
>You're back in the lab
>You're strapped down onto the table on your back, and a very demonic-looking Twilight is ramming her fat horsecock into your puny little slit.
>And my God it is HUGE. It feels like it's tearing you apart.
Please! Please, no, stop, I... AAAUUHN~!!!
~~~
AAAUUHN~!!!
>You wake up in a cold sweat in your bed.
>Brimstone yowls a bit as you bolt upright, unwittingly catapulting her off your chest.
I... wuh...? ...Just a dream...?
>You look down as you realize that in your sleep you'd stained your pajamas with filly cum.
>This was going to be hard to explain to your aunt...
>You change out of your pajamas and pull on a fresh pair
>You then pull Brimstone back into your lap, calm her (and yourself) with some petting, and fall back to sleep...
~~~
>You're still strapped down on the table, and a full feeling in your snatch alerts you to Demon Purplesmart having creamed inside you.
>Now, however, Spike- as the winged, ugly dragon of yore with a Bad Dragon dildo for a cock- is pounding you in the ass.
P-please... stop... I-I'm sorry...
>A cloven (?!) hoof strokes your cheek, then grabs your chin and forces you to look up at an upside down (from your perspective) Demon Purplesmart, her other cloven hoof stroking her huge shaft.
>"Don't be. You were made for this, homunculus- nothing more than a sex slave. Now open up and polish off Mama's cock..."
>Before you can react, she forces your jaws open and stuffs her shaft inside, forcing it all the way into your throat.
>It's absolutely huge, and you end up choking on it. As you start choking on the shaft, you feel claws rake across your cheek.
>Claws you know don't belong to this demonic Twilight, and before you can figure out where it is coming from, you black out...
~~~
>Only to wake up in your own bed in yet another cold sweat, your hooves wrapped around your black cat and squeezing a bit too tightly.
>No wonder Brimstone scratched you.
O-oh! I-I'm sorry, Brimmy... I... thanks for scratching me though, I needed that...
>You gently touch the scratches on your cheek before realizing that you'd creamed in your pajamas. Again.
>Instead of taking them off, this time you lay in your bed, awake, dreading sleep and instead just petting Brimstone, trying to calm down and forget the horrible, lusty nightmares.
>You succeed in calming down a bit, but you can't forget the nightmares... They were far too vivid and lifelike.
>The fuck was going on with your head...?
~~~
>Next Day in Equestria
>Shit, shower, shave-
>wait, this isn't Flutterrape.
>Besides, you have fur, you're not supposed to shave.
>You do the first two things anyways to try and regain some semblance of order after your hectic, wet-nightmare-filled night, even wetting a hoof and rubbing your face with it as if miming the act of shaving.
>Everything's normal. You're not a filly homuncuwhatsit, you're not trapped in this alternate world, you didn't die in your dorm trying to put yourself out after you burst into flame, and you definitely didn't dream about Twilight raping you and stain two sets of pajamas with filly jizz in your sleep...
>Yeah, this isn't working.
>You sigh, pull on your suit, and trudge downstairs to sit down at the table. It seemed baked goods remained mostly the same, including- by a technicality- pancakes, and your adoptive aunt had cooked you up a stack of them.
>"Good morning, dearie... is something wrong...?"
I had a horrible night last night...
>"Huh? What happened?"
Bad dreams... Really bad dreams...
>"W-what were they about...?"
I... uhm... I was strapped to the table in Twilight's lab, and... Twilight and Spike were, ahm... abusing me... Except they didn't look like Twilight and Spike... Spike was all big and had wings and really large teeth, while Twilight was all dark and demonic and had these weird split hooves, and...
>"Shhh, shhh... It's over now..."
>You're a bit surprised when Fluttershy hugs you from behind, but it does calm you down. A lot.
Thanks... uhm, do you have any coffee? I ahm, I couldn't get much sleep last night because of those nightmares...
>"Uhm, no, sorry... I used to keep some, but the animals kept getting into it, a-and..."
I guess it's okay...
>"W-well, uhm, you should still eat up. You've got a big day tomorrow..."
~~~
>Be Anon still.
>Recess. Chewing on a sandwich while watching the election go down.
>Spoilah alart for those who haven't watched the episode...
>Pipsqueak revealed that he wanted to replace the dilapidated-looking playground, and pretty much everyone agreed with him.
>As did you. You've never seen a worse-looking playground in your life.
>Meanwhile, the stuck-up Diamond Tiara revealed that she wanted to tear the old one down and replace it with a statue... of herself.
>You facehoof hard. And then even harder when she reveals that she's the one that had the stained-window of herself installed on the school.
>Everyone ends up voting for Pipsqueak, even Silver Spoon, who delivers a scalding burn to Tiara. You watch her run off in shame as Pipsqueak celebrates his new position.
~~~
>Afterwards, you end up in Twilight's castle again, in another room.
>"All right, so first you're going to learn how to control the Nigredo. I want you to focus on this flower here, and focus your magic on it. Feel its molecules. Then, I want you to destroy the flower by breaking those molecules apart."
>You nod, as you concentrate on a white daisy...
>The more you concentrate, the more you start to see what makes up the daisy
>The individual parts of the daisy... the petals, the stamens, the stem...
>The plant cells that make up those parts, the organelles inside those cells...
>And finally, the molecules and atoms that make up those organelles...
>Just... just waiting to be pushed apart... one simple push...
>You reach out with a force you didn't know you had, one made out of powerful shadows, and flick those bonds apart with it. The flower falls apart, reduced to a gray gooey matter that slowly dissolves away into dust.
>"Well done! Now do it to the table...
>You flick apart various things, from the table to even a living butterfly. That part makes you shudder, as you can see the soul of the butterfly fly off into the nether.
>"All right, well done! That should be it for today."
Uhm... Twilight?
>"Yes?"
Erm... I've been having these really weird dreams...
>The alicorn raises an eyebrow
>"Really? What kind of dreams?"
Nightmares... but... you're in them... and so is Spike...
>With a POOF, you're suddenly on your back, on a couch, and Twilight has a rather secretary-ish pair of glasses on.
>"All right, I want you to describe the dreams in as much detail as possible. I knew I read a book on dream psychology last night for a reason..."
>You're a bit stunned by this turn of events, but press on.
Erm... well... last night was the most vivid, so... I was strapped to that metal table in the lab, you know, the one you put me when you brought me in there? And... well, you were there, but you were all... dark... like, the more I looked at you, the less you looked like you and the more you looked like, well...
>Twilight starts writing all this down.
And... erm... y-you were... I-I know you wouldn't do it in real life but-
>"Hmm?"
Y-you were.... y-you...
>Somehow you just couldn't get the words out of your mouth. It felt wrong to tell Twilight herself what "she" had done to you...
>"Something wrong...?"
I... I can't say it...
>"Hmmm... you know... I think I have something for that... One second..."
>Her horn glows, and suddenly you find yourself spilling every juicy detail of your rape-filled nightmare.
>That infodump leaves your brain feeling a bit fried, and you cower behind your hooves in shame.
I... I...
>"Ssshhh, it's okay. In fact, I think I know a reason behind your having such a nightmare, and even a way to fix you...
>Twilight pulls out... yet another book, and thumbs through it with her magic, before stopping and reading from it.
>"There are several types of homunculus, each made for different jobs. The type is determined by the ingredients used..."
>"A standard homunculus is anointed with basilisk blood, and ignited with the feather of a griffin..."
>"A more powerful homunculus intended to be magically superior is anointed with manticore blood and ignited with the feather of a phoenix..."
>"A less powerful homunculus intended to be a slave, and magically inferior is anointed with unicorn blood and ignited with the feather of a pegasus. Hmm, I wonder which materials the CMC would have on hand..."
...Well great, not only am I a homunculus, I'm a weak one.
>"Not just weak... you'll have tendencies towards slavery. Or in your case... for some reason, sexual slavery... Hm."
So... is there a way to, erm.... fix me?
>"Says here there's no way to stop most of it unless... unless the course of the dream is altered by the homunculus's own magic. Hm."
So... I have to use my magic in the dream to fix it?"
>"Pretty much."
Erm... all right...