Note: This story was written with assistance by an AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story.

The barn smelled of sweat, ozone, and the musk of broken pride. The floor was streaked with slick where Garnet had finally screamed herself empty, her massive frame trembling, chest heaving, visor dimmed. Pearl lay draped over her, shuddering in afterglow; Amethyst sprawled nearby, grinning like a wolf who’d just eaten her fill.

And at the center of it all sat Peridot on her crate, glasses low, tablet glowing, stylus clicking furiously. Her grin was glass-sharp, manic. She tapped her foot against the boards like a conductor setting tempo.

“Subjects,” she said, her voice cutting through the ragged silence, “line up. Hands and knees. Now.”

The command cracked like a whip. Pearl jerked upright, scrambling immediately, face still wet with tears but eyes shining with manic devotion. Amethyst stretched like a lazy cat, then dropped to all fours with a smirk, unashamed. Garnet hesitated, her broad frame trembling, but the collar glowed and she obeyed, lowering herself onto her hands and knees, her breath still shaky. Lapis, bound to her beam, groaned softly, wings twitching — and Peridot flicked the control, releasing her bonds with a sharp snap.

“Join them,” Peridot ordered.

Lapis slid down, her bare feet pressing into the boards as she crawled into place. Now all four were lined up shoulder to shoulder, hands braced against the floor, asses in the air, toes curling nervously.

Peridot hopped down from her crate, bare feet padding across the dusty boards. She crouched behind them, stylus in one hand, tablet in the other, and let her grin stretch wider.

“Victory lap,” she sang softly. “Comparison trial. Foot-worship analysis.”

She began at Lapis, her first subject, her fingers trailing lightly down the pale soles she remembered so well. Lapis shivered, gasping softly, her wings twitching. Peridot licked a slow stripe up her arch, her tongue savoring the salt of sweat and the faint cool taste of water magic that clung to her skin. She scribbled into the tablet with her free hand.

“Subject One: feet delicate, sensitive, highly responsive to tongue stimuli. Flavored with residual hydrokinesis. Delicious.”

Lapis whimpered, pressing her forehead to the boards, her toes curling hard.

Peridot giggled and moved to Amethyst. She seized her ankle, shoving her foot up, and licked boldly between her toes, humming as she tasted the grit of dirt, the musk of play-fighting and unwashed skin. She scribbled furiously.

“Subject Two: feet broad, earthy, flavor profile heavy with grit. Resistance minimal, enjoyment high. Ideal for aggressive sampling.”

Amethyst groaned, laughing breathlessly. “Fuck, Peri, you’re nasty. Don’t stop.”

Peridot smirked and slapped her sole before crawling to Pearl. Her heart raced as she grabbed the delicate, pointed foot, pressing it to her mouth with something like reverence. She kissed the arch slowly, then licked along the graceful curve, savoring it.

“Subject Three: feet refined, elegant, subtle flavor. Responds to reverent attention. Weakness detected at arch — maximum shiver response.”

Pearl whimpered, moaning softly into the floor, her toes flexing helplessly as Peridot’s tongue traced her.

And then Peridot reached Garnet. The mighty fusion, broad and trembling, her massive feet pressed flat to the boards. Peridot seized one, lifting it with both hands, licking a long stripe across the sole. The taste was sharp, complex, a mix of Ruby’s heat and Sapphire’s chill.

Her grin turned feral. She scribbled furiously. “Subject Four: feet dense, muscular, flavor profile complex — fiery spice layered with icy clarity. Resistance collapsed, responsiveness delayed but inevitable. Strongest structure, weakest defenses.”

Garnet gasped, her broad frame trembling, her head sagging low.

Peridot laughed, licking again, shoving her tongue between her toes. “Yes! Four subjects, four flavors! All mine, kneeling and presenting like perfect pets.”

She darted back and forth down the line, sampling each in turn — Lapis’s delicate whimpers, Amethyst’s filthy groans, Pearl’s desperate cries, Garnet’s low gasps — her tongue painting them all while her stylus scratched across the tablet.

The barn was filled with the sound of panting, the glow of collars, the shuffling of four broken bodies on hands and knees. Peridot licked the last drop of sweat from Garnet’s sole, scribbled something sharp and triumphant on her tablet, and snapped the stylus against the wood like a gavel.

“Phase Two of my victory lap,” she announced, manic grin stretching ear to ear. “Posterior comparison trial: flavor and impact response.”

All four Gems stiffened, their asses trembling in the lamplight, cheeks bare and vulnerable. Pearl let out a strangled gasp, burying her face against the floorboards. Amethyst laughed low and dirty, wiggling her hips. Lapis groaned faintly, her wings twitching, while Garnet stayed motionless but taut, her fists clenched against the wood.

Peridot giggled and crouched behind Lapis first. She spread her cheeks with both hands, inhaling the salty, faintly briny scent of her skin. Her tongue dragged slowly up the seam, savoring the taste of water and shame. Lapis moaned, shuddering hard, her head dropping between her arms.

“Subject One: flavor clean, aquatic, delicate. High vocal response. Excellent.” Peridot lifted her hand and smacked her ass once, sharp. The slap echoed, and Lapis yelped, jerking forward. Peridot cackled, scribbling furiously. “Spank response: immediate, high-pitched, submissive.”

She slid down to Amethyst next, grabbing a cheek and biting it hard enough to leave a mark. Amethyst gasped, then laughed, grinding back against her face. “You’re a freak, Peri. Don’t stop.”

Peridot licked a bold stripe across her, tasting sweat, grit, and musk. She smacked her ass with both hands at once, sharp and stinging. Amethyst moaned low, groaning with pleasure.

“Subject Two: flavor earthy, raw, heavy. Response: moans and encouragement. Enjoys impact, craves repetition. Ideal for degradation play.”

Peridot crawled next to Pearl, her grin feral. She spread her cheeks with almost reverent hands, then shoved her tongue deep between them. Pearl screamed, high and broken, clawing at the floorboards as her body shook violently.

Peridot giggled into her, tasting salt and sweetness, her tongue relentless. She pulled back just enough to slap her ass hard, the sound ringing through the barn. Pearl sobbed, moaning like a woman ruined.

“Subject Three: flavor refined, sweet with undercurrent of shame. Response to spanking: frantic, near-hysterical. Prime masochist tendencies confirmed.”

Pearl’s cries filled the barn as Peridot scribbled, her manic giggle weaving through them.

Finally, she reached Garnet. Her broad frame trembled, her massive ass clenched tight. Peridot spread her cheeks, tongue dragging slowly across the seam, savoring the sharp, complex taste — heat layered with coolness, Ruby and Sapphire mingled even here. Garnet gasped, her voice finally cracking.

Peridot laughed, smacking her ass with all her strength. The sound was thunderous, echoing under the rafters. Garnet grunted, her body jerking, fists pounding the boards.

“Subject Four: flavor layered — fiery spice and icy clarity. Spank response: muted at first, then explosive. Resistance collapses after repeated strikes.” She slapped again, harder, and Garnet moaned, the sound guttural and raw.

Peridot cackled, scribbling furiously. “YES! Perfect! Four asses, four flavors, four responses! My collection is complete!”

She darted back and forth down the line, licking, biting, spanking each in turn, recording every gasp and cry. Lapis’s high whimpers, Amethyst’s filthy laughter, Pearl’s broken sobs, Garnet’s guttural groans — a chorus of submission rising together under Peridot’s sharp giggles.

Four broken warriors stayed aligned on hands and knees before their tiny green master, sweat rolling down their bodies, asses red from her sampling. Peridot’s grin gleamed feral under the lamplight, glasses slipping down her nose as she tapped her stylus against the tablet.

“Phase Three,” she chirped, her voice sharp as broken glass. “Mammary comparison. Size, flavor, sensitivity. Maintain position.”

None dared disobey. Their shoulders trembled, their heads bowed low, their chests hanging heavy beneath them.

Peridot crouched first at Lapis, her hands sliding under the blue Gem’s body to seize her breasts from below. They were modest, soft handfuls, cool to the touch. She squeezed them, watching Lapis whimper, her wings twitching violently as her nipples stiffened against Peridot’s palms. Peridot ducked underneath, her tongue lapping one with greedy little flicks, tasting faint brine as if the ocean itself clung to her skin.

“Subject One,” she giggled, scribbling furiously while still fondling her. “Breasts small but highly sensitive. Flavor: faintly saline, oceanic. Response: sharp wing convulsions. Very good.”

Lapis moaned, her forehead pressing to the boards, toes curling.

Peridot moved down the line to Amethyst. She crouched under her thick frame, hands hefting generous, weighty breasts that overflowed her small hands. She groaned low in delight, squeezing, biting one hard enough to leave a mark. Amethyst gasped, then cackled, pushing her chest lower so Peridot’s tongue could drag across both nipples at once.

“Subject Two,” Peridot announced, smearing spit across her tablet as she scrawled notes. “Breasts large, heavy, high elasticity. Flavor: earthy musk. Response: groans and laughter. Enjoys rough treatment. Prime candidate for degradation.”

Amethyst laughed breathlessly, grinding her hips against the floorboards. “Fuck, Peri, you write the dirtiest field reports.”

Peridot cackled, scampering to Pearl next. She crouched under the slender Gem, her hands trembling slightly as she cupped elegant, perky breasts, firm and pointed like her every movement. Peridot’s tongue flicked across one nipple, savoring the taste — faint sweetness, a delicate flavor she scribbled into her notes with reverence. Pearl moaned sharp, her hands clawing the wood, tears dripping from her chin as her body shook.

“Subject Three,” Peridot hissed, grinning feral. “Breasts refined, high symmetry, elegant form. Flavor: sweet, delicate. Sensitivity: extreme. Response: frantic sobs and trembling. Easily undone.”

Pearl sobbed, her whole body quaking, nipples stiff against Peridot’s greedy tongue.

Finally, Peridot crept under Garnet. She gasped softly, almost reverently, as her paws lifted breasts massive and heavy, full curves that dwarfed her hands. Her tongue flicked across one nipple, savoring the unique taste — fiery heat layered with cool sweetness, Ruby and Sapphire mingling even here. Garnet groaned low, her stoicism cracking again as her breath broke ragged.

Peridot’s stylus scrawled wildly, her giggle shrill. “Subject Four: breasts immense, dense muscle beneath softness. Flavor complex: spice and clarity mingled. Response: deep guttural moans, restraint collapsing with intensity. Excellent.”

She squeezed harder, biting one nipple sharp, and Garnet gasped, her massive body jerking.

Peridot cackled, scampering back from under them, her tablet smeared with notes and spit. She slapped it shut with manic triumph. “YES! Four breasts catalogued! Four flavors devoured! Crystal Gems reduced to dangling udders for my analysis!”

The four of them moaned in shame and submission, their chests trembling beneath them, nipples wet and swollen.

Peridot hopped onto her crate again, feet dangling between their bowed heads, her grin splitting wide. “Perfect! Now… Phase Four.”

The barn air was thick enough to choke on, a stew of musk, sweat, and ozone from Peridot’s devices still humming faintly in the corners. Four Gems remained in place on their hands and knees, asses red and breasts wet, their collars glowing faint reminders of their defeat.

Peridot balanced on her crate, her tablet open on her knee, stylus twitching like a conductor’s baton. Her little green toes flexed in anticipation. “Phase Four,” she announced, her voice sharp with triumph. “Lingual comparison. Taste, stamina, obedience. Line up.”

The command snapped them all into motion. Lapis shuffled first, pale and trembling, wings twitching. Amethyst dropped to her belly with a grin, tongue already poking between her lips. Pearl crawled forward, shaking, tears shining in her eyes as she panted for permission. Garnet came last, her broad frame slow and heavy, visor dimmed, shoulders bowed low.

Peridot hopped down, pacing before them like a general reviewing her troops. “One at a time. Don’t stop until I say. Begin with Subject One.”

She perched herself on the edge of the crate, spreading her legs, her slick pussy glistening between them. Lapis crawled closer, her blue hair falling in her face, and pressed her mouth reverently to Peridot’s slit.

Her tongue was soft, delicate, careful — long licks up the length, slow circles around her clit. Peridot moaned, scribbling notes furiously with one hand while her other fisted Lapis’s hair. “Subject One: tongue smooth, cold undertone, pace cautious. Highly submissive. Excellent for worship.”

Lapis whimpered, licking harder, her eye glazed with devotion.

“Next!” Peridot barked, shoving her back.

Amethyst pounced forward, groaning as she buried her face in Peridot’s cunt. Her tongue was broad, sloppy, greedy, lapping like a dog at a bowl. She moaned into it, grinding her face harder, sucking at Peridot’s folds noisily.

Peridot shrieked, giggling through clenched teeth, scribbling wildly. “Subject Two: tongue broad, rough, technique crude but highly stimulating. Enthusiastic, animalistic. Ideal for degradation.”

Amethyst pulled back with her chin dripping, grinning up. “Told ya I was the best eater in the barn.”

“Out!” Peridot snapped, shoving her aside.

Pearl crawled forward, trembling, her face flushed, lips parted. She pressed the softest kiss first, then licked with sharp precision, her tongue pointed, tracing exact patterns around Peridot’s clit as though following a choreographed dance. Her tears fell hot onto Peridot’s thighs as she whispered against her, “Perfect… you’re perfect…”

Peridot gasped sharply, eyes rolling, tablet trembling in her grip as she scrawled. “Subject Three: tongue pointed, precise, movements delicate and refined. Overwhelming effect when paired with worshipful whispers. Devotion saturates flavor.”

Pearl sobbed into her, licking harder, her precision cracking into frantic hunger as she lost control.

Peridot shoved her back, panting, her grin feral. “And finally, Subject Four.”

Garnet moved slow, her huge hands planted on the floor as she lowered her face between Peridot’s legs. Her tongue dragged long and heavy, deliberate, alternating between broad swipes and firm circles. She moaned low, her deep voice vibrating through Peridot’s cunt.

Peridot shrieked, kicking her little legs against the crate, stylus scratching furiously. “Subject Four: tongue dense, strong, pressure perfectly balanced. Flavor complex — heat and ice mingling in every lick. Maximum effectiveness, control crumbling immediately.”

She grabbed Garnet’s hair, yanking her face harder into her pussy, moaning loud and sharp as she climaxed right against her tongue.

The barn rang with the sound — Peridot’s manic laughter splitting into shrieks, her subjects trembling in chorus as though her orgasm pulsed through their collars.

When her spasms subsided, she shoved Garnet back, wiping slick from her chin with the back of her hand. She stood tall, glasses fogged, her grin wild. “Phase Four complete! Crystal Gem tongues catalogued! Flavors distinct, techniques unique — all mine to compare and command!”

Her feet stomped once, sharp against the boards. “Now… the final phase.”

All four subjects moaned in unison, trembling in anticipation.

The barn was thick with heat, the air shimmering with the weight of Peridot’s triumph. Her glasses had slid down her nose, fogged with sweat and breath, but her manic eyes gleamed bright behind them. She twirled her stylus once in her fingers, then raised it high.

“Phase Five,” she declared, her voice shrill with joy. “Core trial. Sequential testing of each subject’s pussy, via oral and synthetic insertion. Cataloguing flavor, sensitivity, and endurance.”

The four broken warriors shivered on their hands and knees, their collars glowing faintly as their heads bowed. None resisted; they were too far gone, too deep in her web.

Peridot started with Lapis. She crouched behind the pale Gem, spreading her trembling folds with a clinical touch. Her tongue pressed in first — cold, salty sweetness on her lips as Lapis gasped, her wings twitching, her moans spilling into the floorboards.

“Subject One,” Peridot mumbled into her cunt, before pulling back to scrawl furiously on her tablet. “Flavor: saline, briny. Response: sharp moans, full-body twitching. High sensitivity.”

She reached for the synthetic phallus, gleaming with fresh polish, and pressed it slowly into Lapis’s slit. The Gem cried out, clenching around it, her body jerking as Peridot pumped with steady rhythm.

Peridot giggled, scribbling while she worked. “Insertion trial: rapid arousal. Overwhelmed by penetration. Excellent.”

When Lapis sagged forward, trembling, Peridot yanked the shaft out, strings of slick clinging, and crawled to Amethyst.

“Subject Two.”

She shoved Amethyst’s thighs wide and licked boldly, groaning at the muskier taste — earthy, dirty, unrefined. Amethyst moaned and laughed, grinding her hips back into Peridot’s face.

“Flavor: musky, raw, heavy. Response: eager, shameless, vocal. Ideal for rough use.”

Peridot thrust the phallus into her without hesitation. Amethyst groaned low, rocking back against it, begging, “Harder, Peri, fuck me harder.” Peridot obliged, slamming the device fast and rough until Amethyst was howling.

“Response to penetration: voracious. Craves force. Requires aggression.”

She pulled out abruptly, leaving Amethyst dripping on the floor, and crawled next to Pearl.

“Subject Three.”

Pearl trembled as Peridot spread her open. Her flavor was sweet, delicate, like nectar, and Peridot moaned into her, scribbling sloppily with her free hand.

“Flavor: sweet, refined. Response: frantic, high-pitched moans. Extremely sensitive, breaks quickly.”

Pearl screamed when the phallus slid inside her, her slender body quaking violently as Peridot pumped. “I-I’m yours—Peridot’s toy—Peridot’s slutty test subject—” she sobbed, clutching the floorboards.

Peridot giggled sharp, biting her lip. “Rapid submission under penetration. Perfect masochist tendencies confirmed.”

She yanked the shaft out, dripping, and finally turned to Garnet.

“Subject Four.”

She spread her broad thighs, crouching low to drag her tongue through her folds. The taste made her gasp — heat and ice layered together, spice mingling with clarity. She moaned into her, savoring it, then scribbled fast.

“Flavor: complex — fiery, cool, intoxicating. Response: delayed but deep, guttural moans. Stoicism strained under oral attention.”

She pressed the phallus against her and shoved, filling her with steady, unrelenting thrusts. Garnet gasped, her deep voice finally breaking into sobs as her massive frame trembled.

“Response to penetration: powerful, vocal once restraint collapses. Endurance high, resistance futile.”

Peridot pumped harder, her tiny arms trembling from the effort, but her manic grin stayed wide. Garnet moaned and sobbed, finally convulsing, collapsing to the floor as she climaxed.

Peridot yanked the shaft free, dripping with a cocktail of her subjects’ slick, and held it high like a trophy.

“Phase Five complete!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with triumph. “Crystal Gem pussies sampled, catalogued, and conquered! My data — flawless!”

The four of them lay trembling, dripping, moaning into the floorboards, their bodies ruined and their collars glowing faintly.

Peridot threw her head back and cackled, manic, shrill, her tiny body trembling with ecstasy at her victory.

The barn was a wreck — sweat-soaked boards, hay scattered, air buzzing hot with sex and submission. Four Gems lay ruined at Peridot’s feet, their collars glowing faint, their breath ragged. And still, her manic little grin split wide, glasses fogged, stylus clutched in her grip.

She licked her lips, eyes fixed on Garnet’s trembling form. The fusion still knelt, broad shoulders heaving, her stoicism already shattered but her body not yet branded.

“Final triumph,” Peridot hissed, voice sharp and shaking with joy. She raised the synthetic phallus high, dripping with their mingled slick. “Exclamation point to my victory lap.”

Her tiny hands fastened it to her waist, the straps snapping snug, the glowing ridged shaft jutting from her small frame like a crown jewel. She smirked, crawling up behind Garnet’s broad back. The size difference was absurd — a tiny green scientist mounting the towering warrior — but the collar’s glow made Garnet submit, spreading her thighs wider, lifting her ass high.

Peridot pressed the tip against her tight asshole, circling slowly, savoring the tension. Garnet gasped, fists clenched against the floor, her deep voice trembling. “P-Peridot…”

Peridot giggled sharp, manic. “Yes! Beg for it, Subject Four! Beg to be branded!”

Garnet shuddered, her head lowering to the floor. “…Claim me.”

The cry that ripped from her throat when Peridot thrust was unlike any she’d made before — raw, guttural, her entire frame convulsing. The shaft slid deep, ridges stretching her, gem-tech buzzing inside her walls.

Pearl gasped, covering her mouth with one hand as tears spilled, then crawled forward to clutch Garnet’s face, kissing her hard, whispering, “Yes, yes, you’re hers, you’re ours—”

Amethyst barked a laugh, sliding behind Peridot to grope her breasts as she thrust, growling, “Look at you, new boss, fucking the old boss. Goddamn.”

Lapis whimpered, crawling closer, kissing down Garnet’s spine while her trembling hands stroked her thighs.

Peridot pounded harder, her little body jerking with every thrust, her manic giggle breaking into shrieks. “YES! The mighty Garnet — reduced to a hole for my invention! My final triumph!”

Garnet sobbed into Pearl’s kiss, her voice breaking into moans with every slam of Peridot’s hips. “I’m—ahhh—I’m yours—I’m your slut—Peridot’s toy—”

Peridot’s laugh rang shrill, her fingers gripping Garnet’s waist as she drove deeper. “CONFESS LOUDER! LET EVERYONE HEAR WHO OWNS YOU!”

“I’M YOUR SLUT, PERIDOT!”

The barn filled with chaos — Pearl kissing and whispering confessions, Amethyst laughing and fondling Peridot, Lapis moaning as she licked Garnet’s skin. And in the center, Garnet screamed, her composure shattered, her deep voice broken as she climaxed, her broad frame convulsing under the tiny green tyrant riding her ass.

Peridot shrieked, manic and wild, throwing her head back. “EXPERIMENT COMPLETE! SUBJECT FOUR BRANDED FROM ALL ANGLES! CRYSTAL GEMS — MINE!”

The four of them collapsed together, trembling, ruined, moaning confessions into the boards.

Peridot stood atop Garnet’s broad back, her glasses slipping down her nose, the glowing phallus still jutting from her waist. Her grin split so wide it looked carved into her face.

The victory lap was finished.