Dickgirls of Faeruhn 05: My Little Peony: Friendship Is Tragic

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Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Magic, Slavery, Hermaphrodite, DomSub, Rough, Humiliation, First, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Bestiality, Squirting, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Size, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Fan Fiction Sex Story: Peony is a Golden scholar. She has discovered the legendary statue said to have been the portal that brought Starswirl the Seeder to Faeruhn over a thousand years ago. Twilight Sparkle is a Princess. She has discovered a second magic mirror left by Starswirl the Bearded over a thousand years ago. What will happen when Twilight and Spike go through the portal and visit the violent and brutal world of Faeruhn? Read on to find out!

Jasmine looked on with interest as Peony's nimble fingers slid the beads rapidly on their wires. "You number crunchers are sure a strange breed." She said with a smile.

Peony sighed. "Healer Jasmine, My breed is the same as yours."

Jasmine tried not to laugh. "Peony, that's not exactly what I meant."

Peony looked up from her abacus, waited a few heartbeats, and then giggled. "Jasmine, I know what you meant." The Golden said with a lopsided grin. "I just decided to play along with the stereotype most hold us scholars to."

Jasmine pretended to steady herself. "Faeruhn just shook! A scholar told a joke!"

"I'm not that bad." Peony said as her face grew flush. "I'm not serious all of the time."

"I know, my friend." Jasmine turned to look at the statue Peony had devoted much of her young life to recovering. After years of chasing down clues to its location in ancient fragmented written accounts, Peony had been granted permission to take a small archeology team into the forbidden zone to dig. "Are you serious about that?" She hooked a thumb at the imposing marble Faeruhnite with the impossibly large phallus. "That's really Starswirl, The Seeder?"

"No!" Peony exclaimed. "Why do I always need to explain this to everyone? That figure is just some ancient war deity. She's from some dark time when Faeruhn had many more than four archetypical races. She's not important. It is said that the plinth of the statue is the gateway Starswirl used on her numerous visits to Faeruhn."

"Now I know you aren't being serious." Jasmine grinned, enjoying how flustered Peony became when teased. "Next you'll be telling me that you believe the legend that Starswirl had a magic elixir that allowed her to become erect any time she drank it. Or that she founded the Snowflake race single handedly."

"It was well over a thousand years ago." Peony said with a grin. "Who is to say she didn't start the Snowflake line. Intact records of that period are extremely rare, but all the legends describe her as a huge Snowflake. It is my theory that Snowflakes are dying out because they aren't true Faeruhnites. If an alien from another reality founded their line, they couldn't be. There must have been some subtle incompatibility if a great being such as Starswirl produced what have ultimately proven to be such a biologically inferior race."

"We are not inferior!" A diminutive Snowflake shouted angrily. "You must tell me all you can about this elixir, and then I will show you inferior when I recreate the formula!"

Jasmine's hand lashed out. The crack was quite loud when she slapped the Snowflake's face and sent her reeling across the floor. "Iris, I let you get away with a lot since you used to be a healer, but I will not stand for a slave butting in on two citizens having a conversation!"

"By the looks of it, shorty is in danger of losing her status in a very few more rutting season!" Iris shouted as she picked herself up.

Grabbing the Snowflake's golden hair, Jasmine yanked her upright, lifting until she and Iris were eye to eye. "You watch that tongue, or I shall remove it!"

Iris cowered before her mistress's anger and dangled limply with her feet several inches above the floor. She had no doubt that the healer had the skills to remove her tongue without outright killing her, despite the intense pain such a procedure would inflict. "I, I'm sorry!"

Jasmine let Iris drop back to the floor. "That's better. Please excuse my servant's behavior, Peony. I'm too softhearted and grant her far too much freedom."

Peony sighed. "It's okay. I don't give a damn about what a slave says." She smiled. "I'm still on an emotional high since digging up the statue! All of my calculations paid off admiralty. I swear that my cock almost became erect outside of rutting season when we stripped off the decaying animal skins it had been wrapped in." She giggled. "Besides, I'm safe enough now that the school has decided I am a valuable asset. I need never worry again about losing more stature."

A young and dangerously undersized Golden paused in her sketching of the statue. "That's true. There's a standing order in place now. Every rutting season, students and staff take shifts protecting Miss Peony. I, uh, volunteered to skip rutting entirely and keep an eye on her all day tomorrow."

"That was very nice of you." Jasmine said kindly, pretending she didn't know that Lilac was afraid to venture out on the hunt when just one more pregnancy would shrink her down to slave status.

The rather short student sighed. It humiliated her to be literally within an inch of losing her citizenship. Healer Jasmine was sure an inspiration though. She came all the way back from Spritehood, to proudly take her place in society again. Just look at her! Three successful rutting seasons in a row, coupled with vigorous Sprite eating that bordered on gluttony, had let her surpass the five foot five of a Golden's initial maturity. Jasmine was very respectable five foot SEVEN! Lilac shook her head and smiled. "Miss Peony is such an egghead that sometimes she doesn't even notice she has become erect. You never know if a rogue will strike within city limits, and try to make a move on her while she happily studies the hours away."

Peony blushed. "I notice ever blessed erection, I'll have you know. I just always have more important things to think about."

"You weren't thinking important things last rutting season." The student said with a giggle."

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a tale worth telling."

Peony smiled sheepishly. "The university staff decided to surprise me on my birthing day. I was in the middle of some very complex calculations, when they literally threw a bound Snowflake at my feet." She looked around as if expecting trouble. "Don't tell the Enforcers, but I went a little goofy at the sight of a Snowflake only one good rutting away from losing her citizenship. The intent was that they would help me carry her to my retreat in the forest, but everyone was kind enough to look the other way when things, uh, escalated. It had been quite some time since I had a conquest. I didn't even bother untying her. I, um, did it right where you're standing."

Jasmine pretended she had stepped in something messy, and took a giant step back. "That's a little too much information." She said with a laugh.

"Healer Jasmine, you should have seen it!" The student said excitedly. "Miss Peony pounded that Snowflake like a feral canine that hadn't mated for a dozen rutting seasons! You wouldn't believe how long she lasted before depositing her genetic material though! I was glad I had a pitcher..." Lilac blushed. She had nearly slipped and admitted that she had drained her own genetic material while watching, instead of going out on a hunt and risking the loss of her citizenship! "Um, everyone was simply in awe at how much honey she managed to consume as well! Nobody had ever seen a Snowflake lose that much stature at one rutting season."

Jasmine winked at Iris. "We have, haven't we, little one? If it weren't for your insane womb sibling's perversions, you wouldn't have brought my clone into the world."

"Yes Mistress. I remember." Iris said woodenly. Her figure had finally returned to normal. Just in time for her mistress to sire another damnable Golden clone on her tomorrow. She shuddered. "How would I ever forget?"

Healer Jasmine had kept a memento of her servant's horrifyingly deviant womb sibling. Lily's tiny bleached skull sat in a place of honor on the mantle over the fireplace. Iris was forced to dust it every day when she cleaned the room. Several of the spinners that had hatched out of her dying body even visited from time to time. They seemed to like napping next to the relic of their first meal.

Peony nodded, familiar with the amazing story of the massive cooperative Sprite attack on Iris's womb sibling. It was a fitting end for one of the twin Snowflake clones that had nearly killed Jasmine when she had been forced to endure the horrifying rarity of twin births. She giggled. "I did get a serious stomachache from forcing myself past the limit, but it had been a while."

Jasmine smiled. "I did notice you had grown quite a bit after last rutting season. Good for you!"

Peony smiled proudly. "I used to be just as short as Lilac. One more pregnancy would have destroyed me." She paused. "Oh, I'm sorry about that Lilac." She said softly when she saw the stricken look on her student's face. "It's true enough though."

"That's okay, Miss Peony." Lilac said with an obviously false cheerfulness. "Keeping you safe will keep me safe."

Iris interrupted again. "None of these books are about chemistry or medicine." She said indignantly. "They're all about things like "Electricity". What good is that? What can an electricity do?"

Peony casually walked to her workbench and picked up a length of cable. She dipped the end into a large jar and stirred it around a few times. She thrust the greasy metallic end at the offensive little Snowflake. "Hold this." She ordered. She then kicked the Snowflake until she was standing on a small metal plate on the floor. "Now if you'll oblige Lilac, let us have a little demonstration of what electricity can do."

The student threw down her sketch pad and ran to a strange contraption. Sitting on a small stool, she placed her feet on two rests, and began pumping her legs energetically. The wheel the rests were attached to turned at a dizzying rate. A belt connected this wheel to an even smaller one, which became a blur of speed. It reminded Jasmine of the mechanism of a waterwheel, only on a much smaller scale.

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