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 was still heavy with the scent of sweat, slick, and ozone from the fusion flare. Garnet knelt in the center of the floor, shoulders broad but bowed, her head lowered beneath the glow of her collar. Her gauntlets had vanished; her fists were bare, resting on her thighs like an acolyte awaiting prayer.

Around her, the others trembled in their places — Lapis still tied to her beam, Pearl kneeling at Peridot’s side, Amethyst lounging on the boards with a grin of filthy satisfaction. But the air itself bent toward Garnet: the strongest, the untouchable, reduced to kneeling.

Peridot perched on her crate, bare feet dangling, stylus tapping against her tablet. Her grin stretched manic and wide, eyes gleaming behind fogged glasses. “Subject Four,” she announced to the room, “fusion Garnet: conquered. Conditioned. Kneeling.” She giggled, a sharp little crackle of sound, then tilted her head toward Pearl. “And yet…”

Pearl stiffened, her hands clenched in her lap, her gaze glued to Garnet’s bowed head. Her face was flushed, lips parted, her breath shallow.

Peridot’s eyes glittered. “I see it. The conflict.” She hopped down from the crate, tiny feet padding across the boards, her finger tapping Pearl’s chin until their eyes met. “Loyalty battling lust. Reverence rotting into desire.”

Pearl flushed deeper, stammering, “I-I don’t—”

Peridot pressed a foot against her cheek, silencing her. “You do. You always have. You admire her. You worship her. And now she’s kneeling, collared, begging. And you’re trembling because you don’t know if you want to kiss her… or break her.”

Pearl gasped, shame spilling across her face.

Peridot turned on her heel, pacing back toward Garnet, her grin cutting sharp. “So let’s resolve this. Subject Three—” she jabbed the stylus toward Pearl— “free reign. Do whatever you want to Subject Four.”

The barn went silent.

Pearl froze, her eyes wide, her body trembling like a harp string pulled too far. Garnet stayed motionless, still kneeling, visor lowered.

Amethyst barked a laugh, slapping her knee. “Ohhh, this is gonna be good.”

Lapis whimpered from her bonds, wings twitching as she strained forward.

Pearl swallowed hard, her voice a whisper. “W-whatever I want?”

Peridot smirked, hopping back onto her crate and dangling one leg lazily over the edge. “Anything. She’s yours. No limits.”

Pearl rose slowly, almost shaking, her eyes fixed on Garnet. She approached her like a worshiper approaching an idol, steps hesitant, hands clutched against her chest. She circled once, twice, drinking in the sight of the strongest Gem brought low.

At last, she lifted her trembling hand and brushed it against Garnet’s visor. “You’re… mine?” she whispered.

Garnet’s voice was low, steady, reverent. “I belong to Peridot… and to her will.”

Pearl shuddered, a sharp gasp breaking from her throat. She pressed harder, dragging the visor up just enough to see Garnet’s eyes, glowing dim and submissive. Pearl’s lips trembled.

Her first kiss was soft, almost worshipful, pressed against Garnet’s mouth with all the reverence of centuries of devotion.

Peridot giggled, tapping notes into her tablet. “Hesitant. Predictable.”

But then Pearl pulled back, panting, her face red. She looked down at Garnet, her fingers clutching the collar at her throat. “You… you’ve always been untouchable. Perfect. Strong. And I’ve wanted—” Her voice cracked, the words choking her.

Peridot leaned forward, her grin feral. “Say it.”

Pearl’s voice broke into a sob. “I’ve wanted to own you.”

Garnet stayed still, bowing her head further. “Then own me.”

The dam burst. Pearl shoved her to the floor, straddling her waist, her hands gripping Garnet’s wrists and slamming them down against the boards. Her kiss this time was rough, hungry, teeth scraping, lips bruising. Her whole body trembled with years of pent-up reverence twisted into raw desire.

Amethyst moaned low, stroking herself as she watched. “Fuck yeah, Pearls. Show her what you’ve been hiding.”

Lapis whimpered louder, straining against her ropes.

Peridot cackled, manic and triumphant, stylus scribbling across the tablet. “Yes! Subject Three revealing latent sadism! Desire unchained by authority! Perfect!”

Pearl broke the kiss, panting hard, sweat dripping down her neck as she ground her hips against Garnet’s stomach. Her voice shook, but it was hoarse with lust now, not shame. “You’re mine. My perfect Garnet. My toy.”

Garnet’s voice rumbled, low and obedient. “Yes. I’m your toy.”

Pearl gasped, her body shuddering, her hands clawing Garnet’s arms harder. Her hesitation was gone, replaced by the flood of all the things she’d never allowed herself to want.

Peridot leaned back, grinning sharp as she dangled her foot lazily in the air. “Good. Let’s see just how deep Pearl’s desires run.”

Pearl’s whole body was shaking as she ground Garnet into the floorboards, the reverence and restraint she’d carried for years cracking apart under the heat of her desire. Her voice came out half-sob, half-snarl:

“I’ve wanted this for so long—every inch of you—your strength, your poise, all of it under me.”

Garnet lay still beneath her, massive frame surrendered, wrists pinned by Pearl’s trembling hands. The collar’s glow painted her throat with submission, her visor half-pushed up so Pearl could see the dim, obedient gleam in her eyes.

Amethyst let out a low whistle, stroking herself shamelessly from the floor. “Never thought I’d see you like this, Pearls. Hungry little beast.”

Lapis groaned into her ropes, wings twitching violently, while Peridot cackled from her crate, stylus tapping in furious notes. “Yes! Subject Three unleashing total physical fixation. Excellent! Proceed!”

Pearl’s hands seized Garnet’s breasts, fingers digging in, nails scraping, her mouth latching hungrily onto a dark nipple with frantic, almost violent need. She moaned into it, slurping desperately, her entire body shuddering like she’d been starved.

Garnet gasped softly, the sound so unlike her usual composure that Pearl whimpered louder, sucking harder.

“Perfect,” Peridot hissed, her grin wide enough to split her face. “Reduce the mighty fusion to nothing more than flesh to devour.”

Pearl broke free, panting, her lips wet. She kissed her way down Garnet’s broad chest, her hands clutching at her sides as though she needed to hold onto something or be swept away. Her mouth trailed lower, pressing frenzied kisses over Garnet’s taut stomach before she wrenched at her thighs, spreading them wide.

Ruby’s heat and Sapphire’s grace fused into perfect muscle, trembling under Pearl’s touch. She moaned like someone possessed, kissing and biting Garnet’s inner thighs, licking sweat and skin with abandon.

“Fuck,” Amethyst groaned, grinding into her own hand. “She’s gonna eat her alive.”

Peridot giggled madly, her little feet swinging. “Yes! Consume every inch, Subject Three! Catalog her entirely with tongue and teeth!”

Pearl shoved Garnet’s thighs wider, her lips trailing lower until she pressed herself between them, licking deep, moaning into the heat as if it were ambrosia. Garnet’s back arched, a broken gasp tearing from her throat, her large hands twitching against the floorboards though she didn’t resist.

Pearl cried out into her, gripping her ass with both hands, spreading her open further, kissing everywhere, biting, licking, her devotion frantic and sloppy. She broke free just long enough to pant, “I want all of you—your strength, your poise, your body, your ass, your feet—I want to own everything.”

And she meant it. She turned Garnet onto her side with surprising strength, dragging her broad frame around just to seize a foot, pressing kisses along the arch, sucking hard at her toes while her other hand kneaded Garnet’s ass possessively. She shifted back and forth, kissing chest, thighs, feet, ass, frantic and unrestrained, like she couldn’t decide what to worship or devour first and so tried for all of it at once.

Peridot moaned in delight, tapping the stylus furiously against her tablet. “YES! Subject Three’s reverence collapsing into gluttony! She can’t stop herself!”

Pearl buried her face against Garnet’s ass, kissing and biting, her fingers clutching at her flesh while her tongue licked across the curve. Then she spun, grabbing her foot again, sucking her toes with the same hungry moans. Her whole body rocked with the frenzy, her dignity gone, replaced with a raw, ravenous need to consume the Garnet she’d once worshipped from afar.

Garnet gasped with each touch, her deep voice trembling with submission. “I… belong to you…”

Pearl froze at that, moaned brokenly, and pressed harder, her whole body shaking as she clutched Garnet tighter, lips worshipping wherever they landed.

Pearl was wild now, nothing of the refined soldier left in her movements — just raw hunger, centuries of restrained longing exploding in a frenzy of lips, teeth, and desperate gasps. She slid over Garnet’s body as though mapping it with her tongue, her slim fingers digging into muscle, trembling with obsession.

She sucked at her breasts again, groaning into the swell, before yanking herself lower to bite at her thighs. She clutched Garnet’s ass with both hands, burying her face deep, licking furiously until slick coated her lips. She spun onto her back to seize a foot, shoving Garnet’s toes into her mouth, sucking noisily as if she were trying to drink strength straight from them.

Amethyst’s laughter was hoarse, her voice low and filthy. “Pearls, I’ve never seen you like this.” She rubbed herself shamelessly, eyes glued to the spectacle.

Lapis moaned from her bonds, wings quivering against the beam, her whole body shuddering in sympathy.

Peridot cackled from her crate, stylus scratching against her tablet as though she were conducting a symphony. “Yes! Subject Three abandoning order, consuming her idol piece by piece! Uncontrollable fixation! This is perfect!”

Pearl was panting, her face wet, her body trembling as she scrambled up Garnet’s frame. Her voice cracked into a sob: “I need it—I need all of you—I can’t—”

She shoved Garnet flat, straddling her waist, then grinding her soaked cunt down against Garnet’s stomach. Her moans cracked, high and broken, her hands clawing Garnet’s shoulders. “I need you inside me, under me, everywhere.”

Peridot tilted her head, her grin feral. “Then take her. Rub yourself raw against the toy you’ve always wanted.”

Pearl screamed softly, grabbing Garnet’s thigh and yanking it up, sliding herself lower until her slick slit pressed against Garnet’s. She moaned, grinding forward once, the friction sparking through her entire body.

“Yes,” she gasped, voice raw. “Yes, yes, yes—”

She scissored against Garnet, frantic, hips jerking in wild rhythm, her cries echoing under the rafters. Garnet’s body moved with hers, obedient, her deep voice gasping in sync. “I’m yours… your toy… your body to use…”

Pearl sobbed at the words, grinding harder, her thighs clenching, her entire body shaking. She clutched Garnet’s leg, her face twisted with desperate ecstasy as she rode the rhythm harder and harder.

Amethyst howled from the floor, one hand shoved between her legs, the other smacking the boards. “Fuck! Pearls, you’re filthy!”

Lapis cried out, arching against her bonds, her voice cracked into a keening wail.

Peridot’s giggle split sharp and manic, her tiny toes curling in delight as she scribbled furiously. “YES! Subject Three climaxing atop Subject Four! Fusion hierarchy obliterated! Reverence converted to carnal domination!”

Pearl shrieked, her body convulsing as she came, grinding hard against Garnet’s soaked slit, collapsing forward onto her chest, panting into her skin. Her slender body shook uncontrollably, sweat dripping as she kissed Garnet’s throat with desperate reverence.

Garnet’s voice rumbled low, still obedient, still collared. “I’m yours, Pearl.”

Pearl sobbed at that, clutching her tighter, her tears wetting Garnet’s skin.

And Peridot sat back on her crate, grinning sharp, stylus tapping. “Perfect. Exactly as I predicted.”

Pearl slumped across Garnet’s chest, her pale body trembling with the force of release. Sweat glistened down her back, her breath ragged against Garnet’s skin, but she clung tighter, unwilling to let go of the stolen intimacy. Garnet, broad and steady, simply cradled her in silence, her collar glowing faintly with obedient warmth.

For a moment, Pearl looked almost peaceful. Her lips brushed Garnet’s neck, her hands resting possessively on her sides, as if basking in a victory she had never dreamed possible.

But Peridot was not one to let peace linger. She hopped down from her crate, her little feet slapping the boards, the synthetic phallus clutched in her hand. It still gleamed faintly, humming with gem-tech, slick smeared across its ridges. She twirled it like a baton, her manic grin sharp enough to cut glass.

“Fascinating,” she mused, pacing around the tangle of Garnet and Pearl. “Subject Three, basking in her conquest. Subject Four, docile. But what happens when we add another variable?”

Her grin widened. She turned to Amethyst, who was sprawled on the floor, still rubbing herself raw, her eyes glassy with lust. Peridot extended the dripping shaft like a prize. “Subject Two. Take this.”

Amethyst’s grin split wide, filthy and eager. She scrambled upright, snatching the phallus from Peridot’s hands with a growl of delight. “Fuck yeah, boss.”

Pearl’s head jerked up, her eyes wide as she saw Amethyst looming over them with the glowing shaft in hand. Her lips parted, her breath quickened — not with resistance, but with a flash of something darker.

Peridot climbed back onto her crate, legs swinging, toes flexing. “Permission granted. Use the toy however you wish. Fusion Subject Four is yours to play with.”

Amethyst cackled, slapping the phallus against her palm. She straddled Garnet’s legs, grinning down at her trembling form. “Damn, Pearls. You’ve been hoggin’ her. Guess it’s my turn.”

Pearl scrambled upright, her hands clamping onto Garnet’s shoulders protectively. “Wait—I—” But her voice cracked, and her gaze locked on the phallus gleaming in Amethyst’s hand.

Peridot leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Yes, Pearl. You want this. You want to see her taken. To see her filled. To make her admit everything you never dared to imagine.”

Pearl’s breath trembled, shame and hunger warring on her face. Then she nodded, her voice breaking. “Yes. I… I want to see it.”

Amethyst smirked. “Knew it.” She pressed the tip of the shaft against Garnet’s entrance, grinding it slowly, teasing. Garnet gasped low, her visor trembling with the glow of the collar.

Pearl’s eyes lit with feverish need. She leaned down, seizing Garnet’s chin, forcing her to look up. “Say it,” she hissed, her voice sharp with long-buried lust. “Say you’re nothing but our toy.”

Amethyst shoved the shaft in deep, her grin feral. Garnet gasped, her voice trembling, “I’m your toy—”

Pearl’s face broke into a desperate smile, tears streaking her cheeks. She kissed Garnet hard, crushing, while Amethyst pounded her hips with every thrust.

Peridot cackled from her crate, scribbling furiously. “YES! Subject Three sliding seamlessly into humiliation phase! She loves seeing her idol debased!”

Pearl pulled back from the kiss, her voice a shriek as she shouted into Garnet’s face, “Admit it! Admit you’re worthless beneath me! Beneath us!”

Garnet sobbed, her voice raw, “I’m worthless! I’m your toy—yours, both of yours—”

Amethyst slammed harder, laughing breathlessly, while Pearl clawed at Garnet’s breasts, her lips twisted with manic hunger. The barn echoed with their chorus — Garnet’s broken cries, Pearl’s frenzied commands, Amethyst’s filthy laughter, and Peridot’s manic giggle rising above it all.

Pearl’s hands clutched Garnet’s face, trembling but unyielding, while Amethyst’s hips slammed with wild rhythm. Garnet gasped under the assault, her huge frame shuddering with each thrust, yet she still clung to that thin thread of composure — back bowed, voice deep but steady.

Peridot clicked her tongue sharply from the crate, swinging her little feet. “Hmmm. Subject Four’s stoicism persists. Unacceptable.” She pointed her stylus at Pearl, her grin cutting. “Tear it away. Strip her down. Break the last mask.”

Pearl’s breath hitched. Her lips trembled, but then her eyes sharpened, fever-bright. She leaned close, her voice hot and vicious against Garnet’s mouth. “You pretend you’re strong. Untouchable. Perfect.” She spat the words like venom, her tears dripping onto Garnet’s cheeks. “But you’re on your back, filled with a toy, moaning like a slut. Admit it. Admit you love it.”

Garnet’s visor dimmed, her breath caught, but her jaw locked stubbornly. “I… belong to you,” she whispered, steady still.

Pearl’s eyes went wide, manic. She slapped her across the cheek, gasping, then kissed her roughly, biting her lip. “Not enough. Say it filthy. Say you love being fucked like this.”

Amethyst barked a laugh, pulling the phallus out with a wet pop, slick coating the ridges. “I got somethin’ that’ll help.” She shoved Garnet’s broad legs wider, pressing the gleaming tip lower, dragging it against the tight ring of her ass.

Garnet gasped — her first real crack, a sharp, surprised sound.

Peridot cackled, clapping her hands. “Yes! Element of surprise! Sapphire’s weakness exploited!”

Amethyst slammed forward, burying the shaft in Garnet’s ass, groaning as her hips met flesh. Garnet screamed, her deep voice tearing out of her throat, her composure shattered for the first time.

Pearl seized her face again, eyes blazing. “There it is! That’s the sound I wanted! Now say it!”

Garnet’s fists clenched against the floor, her breath breaking into sobs as Amethyst pumped mercilessly into her. Each thrust drove her voice higher, rawer, the stoicism cracking like glass.

“I—ahh—I love it!” she cried, her voice ruined. “I love being fucked—I love being your slut—”

Pearl sobbed, manic with joy, kissing her again and again, her words tumbling against her lips. “Yes, yes, YES! My perfect Garnet reduced to nothing but a moaning toy!”

Amethyst leaned down, biting Garnet’s shoulder, her grin feral. “That’s it, boss. Let it all out. No more tough-guy act.”

Peridot threw her head back and shrieked with laughter, pounding her stylus against her tablet. “SUCCESS! Subject Four’s stoicism obliterated! Confessions extracted under double-subject pressure!”

Garnet’s body convulsed under them, the collar blazing white-hot as her voice shattered into an uncontrollable scream. “I’M YOUR SLUT! YOUR TOY! I LOVE BEING USED!”

Her climax tore through her, her body jerking violently as she wailed the confession over and over, her broad frame collapsing in defeat.

Pearl slumped against her chest, sobbing with ecstatic triumph. Amethyst groaned low, shoving the shaft deep one final time before pulling out, slick dripping down Garnet’s thighs.

The barn was filled with the echoes of Garnet’s broken screams, Pearl’s frantic sobs, Amethyst’s breathless laughter, and Peridot’s manic giggles scribbling down her victory.

Garnet, the mighty fusion, lay ruined — not just conquered, but stripped of her last mask, her dignity shattered into cries of need.