Alchemy Chapter 2: Nigredo Dissolution

>You look from the CMC to the two rich fillies, and you're just about to open your mouth, a sharp rejection to Diamond's cutting you off from your preexisting friends about to come forth.
>Then the world turns purple, and you feel yourself lifted up by a strange magical force and carried away from the fillies.
WHAT THE- HEY! WAIT! PUT ME DOWN!
>"I've been looking all over for you! Come on, we don't have time to waste, I have so many experiments planned out! Oooh, a real homunculus, this is amazing!"
>By now the girls were out of earshot, no doubt arguing. Part of you feared the CMC picking apart your web of lies and permanently ruining your chances of being friends with two ponies that looked to be millionaires.
Experiments?! Homunculus?! Where are you taking me?! Who are you?!
>You manage to twist around to see a purple pony around Fluttershy's age with both wings and horn, her horn glowing with the same magic that's surrounding you. No doubt she's the one keeping you aloft.
>"Oh, forgive me. My name's Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship. And you are?"
Name's Anon, although I'm getting more and more used to the name Green Hornet...
>"Hm. Two names. Sounds like a soulbound homunculus, but those were banned years ago... Do you remember anything from before you were a pony?"
>The pony enters a giant tree-shaped crystal structure and takes a left. The architecture inside reminds you of a castle.
Uhm, yes... but how'd you know I wasn't always a pony?
>"Oh, little things, your posture, the wobbly way you walk, even when you talk you sound like you're not used to having teeth as large as a pony's... Oh, and you have a very noticeable magic field, and you smell a little bit like mercury and sulfur, even behind the perfume. Dead giveaways for a homunculus."
>You hadn't noticed it yourself, but Twilight was right. You were having a bit of difficulty walking and whatnot. She places you on a metal table and begins to examine you in various ways- taking your pulse, looking inside your ear with a little light, even cutting off a lock of hair and swishing it around in a test tube. The test tube turned yellow and stank of sulfur.
>"Besides, I heard what the CMC had "made" and how they'd given the result to Fluttershy because you were hurt and she was really close, and, well... I'd just given them a book on alchemy."
What IS a homunculus?!
>The alicorn uses her magic to take off the coat and shirt of your suit off of you, and begins to examine your chest, tut-tutting when she sees the first signs of damage.
>"A homunculus is a pony-made life form, usually taking the guise of a young pony. They have really powerful magic, usually rivaling the magic of a unicorn, even when they don't look like a unicorn- however, the catch is that they're extremely difficult to make without a few... sacrifices."
Sacrifices?
>"Nothing major usually, a drop of basilisk blood here, a wing feather there, but... Usually, someone in another world has to die. That'd be you."
W-WHAT?!
>This, understandably, startles you and sends you into a panic.
>"Nonono, don't worry, you're still alive. Kinda. You're just inside the Homunculus... well, I guess that works, but not really, the point is that you can't exactly go back."
I... b-but... why?!
>"Because a few fillies don't understand that cutie marks come naturally and like to experiment doing different things. Now ah, I hope you don't mind, but I need to examine your hindquarters, so I'm going to have to take off the rest of your dress..."
>She doesn't even wait for your consent, stripping you of your clothes and letting you sit on the cold table as she examined your rump, hind legs, and tail.
>"Mmhm... Everything looks to be in order... Hm. Tell me, before you were a pony, were you female...?"
No... I was a guy. And I was in college.
>"Hm. Well, this'll be a new experience then, being a female...You know what, since you're an adult at least in spirit, I'll let you have a little bit of fun with your new bits before we get started with the more serious testing..."
>She summons a few sex toys, including a rather oddly shaped dildo, a bottle of lube, a set of anal beads, and a vibrating rock. She then leaves the room, presumeably to give you some privacy.
>Something feels off about this whole mess. All she did was give you a physical, all she knows about you is that you're from another world and you're a guy in a filly's body, and... she does this?
>Something in your gut tells you this is probably some sort of social experiment.
>You instead hop off the table and look around the lab, finding your clothes and putting them on with a bit of difficulty. You also try to search for any spellbooks or notes or whatever, but you're stopped when you find out that aparrently you can't read anymore.
>Or at least can't read Equestrian...
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>Be Twilight Sparkle.
>Be in heat.
>Be secretly a filly fiddler.
>You're watching the filly homunculus through a magic camera in the ceiling.
>You groan as she almost instantly cockblocks you... clitblocks you? Yeah, she clitblocks you by simply hopping off the table and ignoring the sex toys you gave her.
>Probably should've used some sort of potion or spell to put her in heat first...
>Eh, better late than never. How did Cadence do it again...?
~~~
>Be Anon.
>Is... can it be?
>Oh dear Lordie it is.
>It's Little Anon! He's back! Or at least his spirit has returned, in the form of a raging, burning lust that for some reason has decided to awaken in your belly.
>And just like Little Anon once did, it's assuming direct control.
>You start rubbing your still-sensitive-from-the-burning lips, moaning, before looking around the room for something, anything to calm the rabid beast.
>You almost instantly lay eyes on the dildo, and jump back onto the table, grabbing it and plunging it deep into your virgin pussy.
>It hurts- the dildo's a bit big for you- but you don't care. You need this NOW.
>You squirm and moan as you send the dildo in and out of your snatch, before collapsing on the table, quaking as your first orgasm as a filly wracks your body...
~~~
Euugh... My head...
>You wake up in a bed that you honestly don't recognize.
>Not the lab though. Definitely not the lab.
>You're also not wearing your clothes anymore.
>This alerts you to a few other strange facts... like the fact that something's in your snatch... and someone's hugging you from behind. Something scaly.
>You put two and two together and scream, getting out from the grasp of the sleeping dragon and letting his rather familiar-looking dong slip out of your private zone.
>This understandably wakes up the dragon.
>"Eugh.... wha...? I... you're not Teddy..."
>The purple dragon opens his eyes lazily and stretches, before considering the stuttering and very embarrased green filly before him.
>"I... who are you...? And what are you doing in my bedroom...?!"
I-I don't know, what were you doing with- w-with your-
>You helplessly guesture to Spike's shaft. A bit of understanding- and annoyance- appears in the dragon's eyes.
>"Did Twilight bring you in here for some sort of experiment...?"
Y-yeah, but... what the FUCK!?
>"She must've been fiddling around with mind-bending magic again... I keep telling her to stop but noooo, she wants to see what happens when she does this or she does that... Then again, this is the first time I've woken up with my dick in something other than some sort of machine..."
...Ouch... uh, what's your name...?
>"Spike Sparkle, at your service. And you?"
Green Hornet... hey ah, have you seen a black suit about my size? Red tie, miniskirt...?
>"Uhm... oh, yeah, it's over there."
>The dragon guestures to a wall, where your suit is hanging from a wall. You get it and start putting it on, having much less difficulty than last time.
>"Hey ah, what's with your fur on your bum?"
Burnt off when I... I guess when I was "made". Ever heard of a homunculus?
>"Yeah, I've heard of a homunculus, I had a few in my scribing class. They're usually not writhing on the ground with their mouths all foamy, though."
Wait, what?
>Your vision starts to swim, and you find yourself getting very, very weak...
Whazz... whazz happenin...
>You fall to the floor and embrace the darkness...
~~~
Euugh... My head...
>You wake up in a bed that you honestly don't recognize.
>But... it's the lab again. And it's easy to figure out that it's a hospital bed.
>It's hard to move, but you can figure a few things out.
>You're not wearing your clothes, instead you're wearing a rather comfortable set of pajamas.
>Snaking into the pajamas through the collar are some wires leading to an EEG machine, and there's a rather conspicuous breathing mask on your face.
>And a rather odd stinging feeling in one of your forelegs is alerting you to the fact that you have an IV in...
...Euggh... Anyone get the number of the truck that hit me...? Nurse...?
>Suddenly you hear a rather familiar voice behind you. It sounded just like that dragon from... Was all that a dream?
>"Hm? Oh! You're awake!"
>No, it couldn't be, you're still a pony... homunculus? Was that part of the dream too?
>Where did reality end and your dream start?!
I... Spike...?
>A purple dragon stepped into your field of vision, but you notice that rather than the small winged beast of lore from your dream, the owner of the voice is almost exactly your size, with no wings to speak of whatsoever.
>"Yep! Spike at your ser- wait, how did you know my name...?"
I... I dunno, but... What happened?
>"From what I heard, Twilight brought you down here and sampled your blood, and found quite a few, ahm... toxins in it."
Toxins?!
>"You had wax in your blood."
Why wax?!
>"Apparently that's what happens when your body is built by the CMC. Anyways, she decided to start detoxing you with a spell, and you kinda... fell to the floor, in some sort of seizure..."
I... so all of that was some sort of... hallucination?
>"All of what?"
>You decide not to elaborate. If his voice and stature were any indication, he was just a kid himself, and he shouldn't know about such things.
Nothing, nothing... eugh, how long was I out...?
>"Couple weeks."
Great, Fluttershy probably thinks I ran away...
>"Hm? Naw, she knows you're here. She and Twilight are friends."
Really...?
>"Yep. She ah, she hasn't been taking it well though... Seems she likes you. A lot. You'd think someone poisoned Angel Bunny by the way she's been acting..."
>You sigh and turn over, trying to bury your face in the pillow. The face mask really hindered this though...
Uh... what about the... erm, CMC?
>"Cutie Mark Crusaders? They've been really worried about you too. They even gave you a few get well cards, see?"
>You look where Spike was pointing. Sure enough, there were three get well soon cards- each one handmade (hoofmade?), with a different flair given to each one- one white with a few blue and green gemstones in the shape of a heart with a few conspicuously missing, one orange with a green and black thunderbolt between the words "Get Well" and "Soon", and one yellow with a black and green... apple on it.
>It said "Get Well Soon, Russet Apple."
Oh, so I'm Russet Apple now, huh? I thought I chose "Green Hornet".
>"I dunno, Apple Bloom gets really touchy about that..."
~~~
>It's been a couple more weeks.
>Twilight finally deemed you well enough to go back home.
>Rarity also deemed your new fur growth (your flank was blank. Makes sense, you guess) to be suitably decent enough for you to not need an outfit anymore. Even so, she'd made a few more suits in advance, not expecting you to be in bed all this time, so you still got to wear your suit.
>You'd all agreed that this whole homunculus thing would be hell to explain to anyone, so it was decided (over your head) that you'd go to school to keep up appearances, and disguise yourself as a normal filly.
>The official cover story (again, over your head) was that you were an orphan and Fluttershy was your closest living relative. You were able to get in the whole "my Daddy was rich" shtick, and you were able to manipulate it so you hadn't become an orphan until after you were sent to Ponyville, but your fictional Daddy, his equally-fictional casino, and his made-up million bits were at the bottom of the Tenneighsee river.
>Twilight even got official adoption papers for your new Aunt. Seems she was some sort of high-ranking government official.
>None of this mattered now, as it was in the past. Right now, you're standing in front of the red school building in your finest suit, a small backpack containing school supplies and a very, very familiar sinking feeling in your gut.
>This is it. You were going back to school.
>"It... it should be fine, r-right, dearie? It's just school, a-and you said you'd been to college..."
Yeah... Didn't mention the horrible time I had in school though...
>"W-well, still, it should be fine. Go get 'em... I-if you want to..."
>You sigh. Honestly, Fluttershy was a pushover... but there was something about her you liked. You couldn't place it.
>You step into the building, Fluttershy following, and find your classroom. It'd been decided that you were young enough for a second grade class to be a good fit, and you were lucky enough to get into the same class as the CMC.
>After finding the right room, you knock on the door. It's answered by a purple Earth pony with a kind smile.
>"Ah, you must be Miss Hornet. Come on in, let's introduce you to the class."
>You're practically marched front and center, the teacher practically beaming. You're obviously not as enthusiastic.
>"Class, we have a new student that's coming to join our classroom. This is Green Hornet. Say hi, Miss Hornet."
Uhm... Hello?
>"All right, and can you tell us something about yourself?"
W-well, ahm... I like card games...
>A few faces light up, but you almost instantly see Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon chatting, and even a bit of snickering.
>You'd honestly not expected them to be in this class.
>You sit down at your seat (which happened to be right next to Silver Spoon), and the day begins.
>Reading is a breeze. Turns out you really could read Equestrian, so looks like that part of the dream was really part of the dream.
>Math, however, is a bit more difficult. Mixed in with the arabic numerals you know are three you don't recognize. A glance at your ruler reveals the numerals' identities as Ten, Eleven, and Twelve, and you spend an hour trying to do the math in its intended Base 13 numeral system before giving up and translating to decimal in a margin.
>History and geography are a complete crapshoot. You knew little about this world and its history and geography, and that was biting you in the ass.
>Writing was pretty much laughable. Your writing came out as a crude chickenscratch when it was even barely legible. At least nobody could cheat on you.
>Finally, a break came in the form of recess, which for some reason was also lunchtime. No cafeterias here, you supposed. Good- you didn't want to taste the pony equivalent of Mystery Meat anyways.
>You sit down on a bench with the pork/hay sandwich Aunt Fluttershy packed for you, but then you see the two rich fillies walking up to you.
>"What happened back there, Greenie?" asked Diamond. "I would've told everyone about the casino."
>"Yeah. Or at least mentioned how your Daddy's rich-"
>You drop the sandwich- expertly back into its box- and start bawling into your hooves. It was a calculated measure made to sell the "orphan" part of your made-up backstory- you even made sure to wear mascara to make it more obvious that you were "crying", just in case someone was thickheaded.
>In reality, Twilight had cast a spell on you that'd make your eyes water a lot on mention of your father. All you needed to do was add the ham...
>...Hay? Add the hay? Eh.
He... he's DEAD... Th-the riverboat s-sank, he's dead...
>The two rich fillies freeze up, unsure of what to do, then slowly back away. After a bit, an alarmed Cheerilee swings by and asks you what you're crying about. After a rather similar explanation, the teacher leads you back inside and allows you to "cry it out" while she phones your aunt.
>Meanwhile, you're internally laughing. It worked. It fucking worked. And you wanted a few eggs for your hay/ham.
>Fluttershy stops by and helps "calm you down", and eventually you're back outside enjoying your hay sandwich with your best shaken little filly look on.