Damian blew away in the pink gale and was tossed into the flower beds like he'd been hyper beamed. The fairy magic was super effective. The fairy herself shook her hips, and the giant stigma of the single bloom she rode on bounced obscenely between her legs. She grinned like a mad woman while glittering pink dust swirled in the air around her. "Ha Ha Ha Ha!" She laughed like a playing card in a bicycle's spokes.
That laugh was short lived as a truly incensed Beatrice flew up to meet her and did a flying haymaker, nail driving her left arm's stinger through the fairy woman's dress and embedding it in her breast. It had been difficult to tell when the fairy was floating in the air atop a giant flower, but when she was in chest-to-fist contact with the Poison Bee Girl it was visually obvious that she a very tiny person. "Zzzzzzz!" Beatrice pulled her blood stained stinger from her enemy, too angered on behalf of her master to speak sentences of English.
The poison from Beatrice's stinger was super effective, and the Pokegirl shook in pain. She fell from her flower and landed with a muffled thump in the flower bed. The tiny blond woman coughed and raised her fist in anger. "Fuck you, bee-slave! I'll fuck your ass! I'll fuck all your asses! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! Ass!" The Pokegirl wasn't terribly eloquent, but she was passionate.
Oksana was the next on the scene. "You no fuck ass. Mistress will own your bitch holes!" She lifted her shirt and pinched her nipple. It was the nipple that squirted acid rather than the nipple that shocked anyone who nuzzled it. The caustic milk sprayed out and every bloom in the flowerbed that was caught by stray droplets smoked and wilted. The fairy's clothing and skin smoked as well, and the newly reddened skin caused the Pokegirl to scream in anguish on contact with the foul brew.
The fairy punched the ground and vines sprouted from the ground to grab Oksana's ankles. "I gotchu! Now I fuck you. I fuck you like bitch!" The fairy tried to stagger to her feet. Her large riding flower flew down and she grabbed its giant plant phallus to pull herself up with. She didn't get far because arms and legs the length of her entire body grappled her. The Spider Girl loomed over the fairy's shoulder and smiled at her master, and her smile broadened when he showed her a hand gesture of things being pulled apart.
As Hinako's hands and feet gripped the tiny fairy and yanked her into an immobilizing X, Courtney's outside voice shattered the remains of the evening's calm. "STOP RIGHT NOW!!!" The demand hit like a car crash, and the Pokegirl froze in a terrified spreadeagle as Hinako also froze as a living X-frame. "Thank you very much." Courtney nodded to Hinako. "I need somebody with a
human
touch." She kneeled down and ran her fingers up the Pokegirl's thighs. The smooth skin offered no real resistance, and the dew drops on the Pokegirl's cunt offered an invitation of sorts.
Even with her body in the firm grip of the Spider Girl, the Single Bloom Fairy tried to act tough. "I will fuck you! I will fuck your ass like a bitch! You'll cry while I fuck your bitch ass with my huge stigma!" The flower in question floated in the air nearby, the mentioned stigma-phallus waving menacingly, but out of reach.
"Hinako," Courtney asked with a saccharine innocence that was as fake as hen's teeth, "can you shut her up by biting her neck?" It turned out the answer was 'Yes,' and while the Fairy Pokegirl was letting out a wordless howl, Courtney diligently went to work on her tiny, hairless pussy. It barely accommodated Courtney's fingers, and not to any great depth. She put her mouth over the Pokegirl's clit and sucked. Hard. It didn't take long before the small woman was howling in a different manner altogether and helplessly humping her pelvis into Courtney's dominating digits. She took her mouth off the clit and looked up into the glazed eyes of the fairy. "Do you want to cum? I'll bet you need to cum now. All you have to do is tell me your name and call me Mistress." She blew on the raw nub, and insistently pulled on the pussy.
"Oh no! This isn't how it's... ooooh. My name... is Phoebe. It's
Phoebe
, Mistress!" With that concession, Courtney put her fingers and mouth to work in earnest. Phoebe screamed as she sprayed her slavegasm into her new owner's mouth.
The three black winged women masturbated themselves to orgasms of their own, and flew off into the darkened skies. The walk back to the health center was subdued. Phoebe and Pippi rode in pokeballs. Damian leaned heavily on Hinako. No one talked about the more traumatic events of the evening.
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The entire class was just about insults. People thought of insults as a
clever
thing, or perhaps even a
cool
thing, but between boasting, belittling, and bullying, the art of the insult still took up nine actual chapters in the Tough Core Textbook. Damian would rather be doing almost anything else, but he felt like he had to take notes, because every time he looked at Courtney she looked like she'd been having sex all night and didn't seem to be paying attention.
There was a lot to know about insulting people. Every insult had three targets: the sender, the recipient, and the audience. You could insult someone to make yourself feel better, you could insult someone to make the target feel worse, and you could insult someone to send a message to the audience. A single insult could do all of those things. Tailored insults could even send different messages to different members of the audience.
They were given a homework task, and that was to write a paper about bullying someone. Specifically to do some actual bullying, and then write a report about it. If it had been high-school, Damian would have been tempted to just write some erotic fiction and call it a day, but at PMU there was simply too great of a risk that the teacher would detect such a fabrication. He wouldn't risk becoming Britney's bitch over a stupid homework assignment.
It did raise the question of
who
he was going to try to bully, and how far he intended to take it. He looked at his paper with the stages of degradation: Resistance, Denial, Shame, Arousal, Acceptance, Complicity, and Propagation. He circled
Shame
a few times and thought about Lucinda from English class. She had looked really attractive when embarrassed in class, and he would love to bully her into a shame-state. He imagined pushing her farther, even pushing her all the way, but then he chuckled at his own unrealistic dreams. It was nice to imagine bullying her until she became complicit in her own degradation and then actively assisted him in degrading her friends and family members, but such things were clearly outside the realm of the plausible for a paper that was due in three weeks.
He thought of a few plans to bully Lucinda passed resistance and denial and had to discard all of them. The reality was that while he
saw
Lucinda twice a week in English class, he really didn't
