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 buzzing with life again, its rafters heavy with the smell of sweat, hay, and ozone from Peridot’s latest round of tinkering. The four collared Gems knelt in a semicircle like obedient statues, each marked by the trials of her victory lap. Garnet bowed low, Pearl trembled with manic devotion, Lapis slumped with quiet need, and Amethyst sprawled lazily, tongue lolling as she panted for more.
Peridot stood before them on her crate, tablet glowing, stylus flicking across the surface in furious strokes. Her grin was as sharp as ever, glasses sliding down her nose.
“Report,” she declared, her voice bright and shrill. “First human trial: successful. Subject designation: Sadie Miller. Physiological differences: pronounced. Emotional vulnerabilities: exploitable. But!” She stamped her little foot against the crate. “Humans lack gem cores. Collars will not function as-is. I must invent a new design for human subjects before true acquisition can begin.”
Pearl whimpered, clutching her own glowing collar as though jealous. “You mean… there will be others?”
Peridot smirked, pointing her stylus at her. “Of course. You four were only the beginning.” She turned, pacing. “Beach City is full of human candidates. Vidalia. Nanefua. Barb Miller. Every one of them a potential test subject.”
At the mention of that first name, Amethyst stiffened. Her lazy grin faltered, replaced by a twitch of recognition.
“Vidalia?” she muttered, sitting up straighter. “She’s… she’s different.”
Peridot’s eyes gleamed, and she scribbled furiously. “Ah! Immediate reaction! Prior association detected!” She hopped down from her crate and padded toward Amethyst, her little green feet pattering against the floorboards. “Tell me, Subject One. Explain your history with Vidalia.”
Amethyst’s smirk returned, a little wilder this time, but her eyes darted away. “We… used to hang out. Long time ago. She’s… fun.”
Peridot purred, climbing right into Amethyst’s lap like a smug little queen. “Perfect. You’ll help me acquire her.” She reached up, tugging Amethyst’s jaw down with one claw, then pressed her mouth against hers in a sudden, sloppy kiss.
Amethyst groaned, arms snapping around her, crushing her small frame tight. “Fuck, Peri… you taste like trouble.”
The other three watched in silence — Pearl wide-eyed, biting her lip until she bled; Garnet stoic but trembling; Lapis shifting uncomfortably in her bonds. Their eyes locked on the sight of Peridot grinding into Amethyst’s lap, cackling into the kiss as her stylus clattered forgotten to the floor.
Breaking the kiss, Peridot licked her lips and whispered, “Tell me everything about Vidalia. While I map your body all over again.”
Amethyst’s laugh cracked into a moan as Peridot’s little hands dug under her uniform.
Peridot squirmed higher in Amethyst’s lap, grinding her tiny green body against the thick, restless frame beneath her. She clawed open the top of Amethyst’s uniform without hesitation, pinching a nipple hard enough to make her yelp, then cackle.
“Subject Two,” Peridot purred, voice dripping with smug satisfaction, “designed for roughness. You thrive on being treated like trash.” She spat the last word like it was candy, slapping Amethyst’s cheek lightly with her palm.
Amethyst laughed breathlessly, her grin wolfish. “Y-yeah, Peri… give it to me.”
Behind them, Pearl whimpered, clutching herself tightly, Garnet stayed stoic but trembling, and Lapis turned her face away, wings twitching. None dared speak.
Peridot seized Amethyst’s jaw, forcing her to look down into her manic green eyes. “Tell me about Vidalia. Every detail. Every weakness. Speak, while I ruin you.”
Amethyst groaned, hips bucking under her. “Shit—Vidalia… we used to run together. Back in the day, she was always sneakin’ out, ditchin’ her responsibilities. We’d drink, get high, laugh our asses off. She…” Her voice cracked into a moan as Peridot bit her breast, teeth sharp against her skin. “…She always had this thing for me. Kept painting me, y’know? Said I was her muse.”
Peridot giggled, cruel and delighted. “Perfect. An obsession. A crush. Another human starved for affection. She will be easy.” She slapped Amethyst’s breast sharply, scribbling furiously with her free hand on the tablet propped against her knee. “Observation: Vidalia displays artistic fixation on Subject Two. Hypothesis: redirect fixation toward me.”
Amethyst howled, throwing her head back, laughing through her moans. “Fuck, Peri, you’re evil… she’d probably melt if you just touched her.”
Peridot smirked, pinching hard at Amethyst’s nipple again, twisting until she cried out. “Then I’ll touch her. I’ll make her beg. And you…” She leaned closer, licking up Amethyst’s throat with a slow, greedy stripe. “…you’ll watch.”
Amethyst’s hips bucked harder, her voice breaking into a whine. “Yes—fuck yes—I wanna see it.”
Peridot’s grin gleamed sharp as her claws raked down Amethyst’s chest, leaving red lines in their wake. “Good girl. Now scream louder. Let the others hear what happens when you obey.”
Pearl whimpered, pressing her thighs together; Garnet’s jaw clenched hard; Lapis trembled in silence.
Peridot’s manic giggle filled the barn as she bounced roughly in Amethyst’s lap, one hand scribbling fresh notes while the other twisted and slapped at her breasts, treating her like an object and a source of intel all at once.
“Vidalia,” she hissed between Amethyst’s moans. “She’s next. She’ll be mine… thanks to you.”
Amethyst’s laugh cracked into a desperate groan, her eyes rolling back as she cried out loud enough to rattle the rafters.
Peridot rode Amethyst’s lap like a cruel little queen, slapping, pinching, and scribbling notes all at once. Amethyst bucked wildly beneath her, sweat glistening down her thick frame, laughter and moans tangling into one filthy chorus.
“Fuck, Peri—fuck—” she gasped, her whole body jerking closer to the edge.
Peridot licked up her throat, biting at the curve of her jaw before pulling back, her grin feral and sharp. “Enough.”
Amethyst froze, eyes wide, hips grinding helplessly. “W-what? I was—shit—I was right there!”
Peridot hopped lightly off her lap, tugging her uniform straight with quick, efficient motions as though she hadn’t just been clawing her breasts raw. She tapped her tablet furiously, glasses glinting. “Correction: experiment terminated early. Subject withheld climax. Reason: higher priority task identified.”
Amethyst slumped back on her hands, panting, frustration written all over her flushed face. “Peridot… c’mon… don’t do me like this.”
Peridot turned, her grin manic, eyes gleaming bright as she paced the barn. “Human collars! I must re-engineer the design. Flesh lacks resonance with gem-tech. I’ll need adaptive materials—resistance dampeners—yes, yes, YES!” She scribbled faster, manic giggles bubbling from her throat.
Pearl pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, Garnet watched in silence, Lapis hunched deeper into herself. And Amethyst, still throbbing and desperate, growled under her breath. “You’re killin’ me, Peri.”
Peridot spun on her heel, pointing her stylus like a weapon. “No. I’m motivating you.” She stalked back to Amethyst, crouching low to seize her jaw, forcing her to meet her gleaming green eyes. “You want release? Earn it. Help me with Vidalia. Convince her to come close. Show me her vulnerabilities. If the mission succeeds…” She smirked, sharp and cruel. “…then I’ll let you cum.”
Amethyst’s breath caught, her frustration twisting into a hungry grin. “Heh. You drive a hard bargain, boss. But I’ll do it.”
Peridot kissed her, quick and biting, before straightening up and hopping back onto her crate. She raised her stylus high, her little feet swinging triumphantly.
“New directive: human collar prototype. First subject: Sadie. Next target: Vidalia.” She giggled, manic and shrill. “The human trials have begun!”
—–
The air outside the barn felt different when there was a mission on the line. Peridot marched with her tablet hugged to her chest, glasses flashing in the morning light, stylus tucked neatly behind one ear. Amethyst ambled beside her, hands shoved in her pockets, trying to look casual but with a restless bounce in her step that gave her away.
Strapped snugly around Peridot’s waist was a new contraption — a sleek, metallic band no bigger than a belt, gleaming with faint green circuitry. The prototype human collar.
When Vidalia’s little suburban home came into view, Amethyst stopped in her tracks, staring at the door with a strange tightness around her grin. “Man… it’s been a while.”
Peridot shot her a look, impatient and giddy. “Stop reminiscing. Remember the plan: you bring me in, gain access, engage conversation. I will observe. Once she demonstrates vulnerability, I strike with the collar.”
Amethyst snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, Peri — she’s not gonna slam the door on me.” She rubbed the back of her neck, her grin softening. “She always liked me too much for that.”
Peridot’s eyes gleamed, manic delight flashing as she scribbled a note without even slowing her stride. “Perfect. Prior affection is exploitable. She’ll let us in. Then she’ll be mine.”
They reached the door. Amethyst didn’t even knock, just pushed it open, calling out in her rough, easy voice: “Yo, Vee! It’s been forever!”
Inside, the smell of turpentine and old wood hit first. Canvases leaned against every wall, some finished, most not. And there she was: Vidalia, sprawled in paint-streaked overalls, a brush dangling loosely in her fingers, blond hair messy, eyes widening as she looked up.
“Amethyst?” she gasped, half-laugh, half-shock. “Well, damn. Thought you’d forgotten about us down here.”
Amethyst swaggered in, arms spread. “Nah. Just got… tied up.” She winked.
Vidalia’s laugh was warm, but her gaze softened, lingering on Amethyst like it used to, with that same mix of fondness and hunger. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
Behind her, Peridot slipped in silently, eyes darting everywhere, tablet already recording. Her gaze locked on Vidalia with greedy calculation. She mouthed, perfect, as she traced her stylus along the screen.
Amethyst glanced back, smirking at Peridot, then back at Vidalia. “Hey, mind if we hang out? I got a lot to tell you.”
Vidalia’s smile only widened, a little flush rising on her cheeks. “Honey, my door’s always open for you.”
Peridot’s grin spread, manic and razor-sharp. She tapped her tablet once, whispering under her breath: “Experiment underway.”
Amethyst plopped herself down on a paint-splattered stool like she owned the place, grinning ear to ear. “Vee, this is Peridot. Don’t let the size fool you, she’s got the biggest brain in the universe.”
Peridot straightened, tablet clutched tight, stylus poised like a weapon. “Designation: Vidalia. Species: human female. Age markers: mature. Artistic occupation. Environmental scan: highly creative habitat.” Her eyes flicked over the stacked canvases, the jars of cloudy water, the faded rock posters nailed crooked on the walls. “Noted.”
Vidalia arched a brow, laughing. “Well, you weren’t kidding. She’s a little scientist, huh?”
Peridot adjusted her glasses and grinned sharp. “Correction: I am the scientist. Data must be collected, observations logged.” She crouched suddenly, tugging at a drop cloth to check the grain of the wood beneath, then leapt up onto a crate, jotting in her tablet with manic little scratches.
Amethyst leaned back, watching with an amused smirk. “Yeah, she’s a gremlin. But she grows on ya.”
Vidalia’s eyes lingered on Amethyst, though, the way they always had. Her smile softened, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You look… the same. But different. Harder. Like you’ve seen too much.”
Amethyst shrugged, suddenly restless under the weight of her gaze. “Life’s been… wild.” Her grin faltered, then returned crooked. “But hey, you still look damn good.”
Vidalia laughed, warm and throaty, but there was a flush creeping up her neck. “You’re too much. I don’t get that kind of talk from the guys around here.”
Behind them, Peridot’s stylus tapped furiously. Prior bond confirmed. Subject displays heightened emotional response to Amethyst. Secondary observation: compliment reception elicits blush. Vulnerability: unmet desire.
She hopped down from the crate, slipping right into Vidalia’s personal space without hesitation. “Your dermal response is elevated. Increased blood flow. You are flustered. I require confirmation: do you have unresolved attraction to Amethyst?”
Vidalia blinked, taken aback, then barked a laugh. “You really don’t mince words, do you?” She shot Amethyst a sidelong glance, biting her lip, then shrugged. “Guess I always did.”
Amethyst chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of her neck. “Told you she was blunt.”
Peridot scribbled with glee, eyes gleaming. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This is exploitable.”
Vidalia tilted her head, smirking as she reached for her brush again. “You’re a strange little thing, Peridot. But I like your honesty.”
Peridot preened, hopping back onto her crate like she was already victorious. “Data collection successful. Subject receptive. Hypothesis: Vidalia is primed for collar application.”
Amethyst glanced at her, then at Vidalia, and grinned wide again. “Told you she’s intense. You got no idea what you’re in for.”
Amethyst leaned back on the stool, kicking her feet like she owned the place, grinning wide as her eyes swept the scattered paintings. “Man… you’ve been busy. These are all new?”
Vidalia followed her gaze, chuckling as she set her brush aside. “Mmhm. Keeps me sane. Not like the old days, huh? Sneakin’ out, wastin’ nights doing dumb shit with you.” Her smile softened, faraway. “Feels like a lifetime ago.”
Amethyst’s grin faltered for just a beat, then came back crooked. “Yeah. Those nights were the best though.” She leaned forward, eyes glittering. “Remember when we painted that mural under the boardwalk? You wouldn’t stop drawing me with that crazy hair and big grin.”
Vidalia laughed, color blooming in her cheeks. “Well, you were always my muse. Still would be, if you’d sit still long enough.”
Peridot’s stylus scratched furiously: Obsession confirmed. Subject maintains romantic/erotic fixation over long period. Strong emotional tether.
Without warning, she hopped up onto Vidalia’s worktable, nudging aside jars and a half-finished sketch with her tiny green foot. She leaned forward, peering into Vidalia’s flushed face. “Clarification required: you fantasize about Amethyst frequently, yes?”
Vidalia nearly choked on her own spit, blinking at the little Gem perched in her workspace. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
Peridot’s grin was feral, glasses slipping low. “Time is wasteful. Data is everything.” She reached out, her small hand brushing against Vidalia’s wrist, her claws sharp against paint-stained skin. “Your pulse is elevated. Confirmation: my question is accurate.”
Vidalia groaned, shaking her head with a nervous laugh, but didn’t pull her hand away. “God, you’re shameless.” Her eyes darted to Amethyst, softer again. “…But yeah. Maybe I never stopped.”
Amethyst smirked, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “Knew it. You always looked at me like you wanted more than a paint session.”
Peridot scribbled again: Subject admits to unresolved desire. Trust established. Obedience probable with proper stimulus.
She swung her legs idly, then leaned down, nose almost brushing Vidalia’s, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper. “Would you like to test your theory? To touch her again, properly this time?”
Vidalia’s lips parted, a tiny gasp catching in her throat. Her cheeks flushed hotter, her hand twitching in Peridot’s grip. She glanced at Amethyst, eyes wide, hungry, but hesitant.
Amethyst’s grin softened into something warmer, her voice lower. “Hey… it’s just me, Vee. Same old me. If you want it… you can have it.”
Vidalia laughed nervously, dragging her free hand down her face, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “You two are absolutely dangerous together.”
Peridot smirked, stylus tapping against her tablet like a countdown. “Good. Danger yields results.”
Amethyst slid off the stool in one smooth motion, her grin widening into something hungry, feral, but softened by the warmth in her eyes. “Guess I’ve been waiting for this a long time too, Vee.”
Vidalia froze, still seated on the paint-spattered stool, brush dangling from her fingertips. Her lips parted, her pulse drummed in her throat, and she managed only a hoarse, “Amethyst…”
Then Amethyst was there, crowding her space, her rough hands braced on either side of the stool as she leaned in close. “C’mon,” she whispered, her voice low and thick, “lemme see if you still taste like turpentine and cheap beer.”
Vidalia laughed breathlessly at the line, but the sound broke into a moan as Amethyst’s mouth crashed against hers, hot and demanding.
Peridot perched primly on the worktable, tablet balanced on her knees, stylus scratching like mad as her eyes gleamed behind crooked glasses. Subject accepts contact immediately. Zero resistance. Response: heightened arousal, rapid compliance.
Amethyst groaned into the kiss, her tongue greedy, her hand sliding down Vidalia’s paint-streaked overalls to clutch her hip. Vidalia whimpered against her, but melted into the embrace, her brush clattering to the floor forgotten.
Peridot tilted her head, manic grin splitting her face as she narrated under her breath, just loud enough for both of them to hear. “Ohhh, excellent. Amethyst’s deprivation has made her ravenous. Vidalia responds to aggression positively. Desperation feeds desperation.”
Amethyst growled low in her throat, breaking the kiss only to bite along Vidalia’s jaw, sucking a mark into her neck. “God, I missed this.”
Vidalia gasped, clutching at Amethyst’s back, her paint-stained fingers clawing at the fabric. “You… you’re just as wild as ever.”
Peridot’s grin sharpened, her little green toes curling against the table’s edge. “Perfect. She’ll surrender quickly at this rate.” She tapped the collar strapped to her waist, humming with faint green light, and whispered gleefully, “Soon.”
Amethyst’s rough palms roamed over Vidalia’s body like she was starving, fingers slipping under straps and tugging at buttons, greedy to feel skin after being denied at the barn. Her kisses were messy, all teeth and tongue, leaving Vidalia breathless and flushed, paint-streaked overalls already sliding down one shoulder.
Vidalia moaned softly into her mouth, laughing through it, her voice husky. “God, Amethyst, you never slow down, do you?”
“Why would I?” Amethyst grinned against her lips, grinding her hips forward with a hungry growl. “Been thinkin’ about this too long, Vee. Don’t even wanna pretend I can take it slow.”
Peridot sat primly on the worktable only a few feet away, her legs swinging like a child, but her eyes glowed with manic delight. She scribbled note after note on her tablet, stylus moving so fast the screen filled with data streams.
Observation: Amethyst’s restraint bypass collapsed instantly upon contact. Subject Vidalia yields to aggression. Immediate compliance. Audible laughter indicates comfort with escalation.
She leaned closer, her grin razor-sharp, voice carrying like a surgeon narrating mid-operation. “Mmm, yes. This is ideal. Amethyst is claiming her reward, and Vidalia’s guard drops further with every second.”
Amethyst’s mouth trailed lower, biting gently along Vidalia’s collarbone, tugging the strap of her overalls down until her bra was exposed. Vidalia gasped, arching toward her, clutching fistfuls of Amethyst’s wild hair.
Peridot’s eyes narrowed, hungry and precise. She tapped lightly against the human collar clipped to her waist. Not yet. Timing was everything. She’d strike when Vidalia’s pulse was at its peak, when she was most vulnerable to suggestion.
For now, she would let Amethyst feed. She deserved it — and Peridot wanted to see exactly how far Vidalia would let herself go when the Gem she’d secretly desired for years finally gave her attention.
Peridot’s grin widened as Amethyst’s rough laughter filled the paint-scented room, mingling with Vidalia’s breathless moans. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself, stylus scratching furiously. “Let her burn. The collar will be twice as effective when she’s desperate.”
Amethyst had Vidalia pressed back against the stool, one broad hand splayed on her thigh, the other tugging the straps of her overalls down until they bunched uselessly around her waist. Her kisses had grown frantic, sloppy, and her growl vibrated against Vidalia’s chest as she mouthed and bit at every bit of skin she could reach.
Vidalia’s laughter had long since dissolved into broken moans, her head tipped back, blond hair sticking to her sweaty neck. “A-Amethyst—god—don’t stop—”
Peridot’s grin split wide, glasses sliding crooked as her stylus scratched furious notes across the glowing screen. Subject approaching climax. Pulse racing. Verbal cues begging for continuation. Perfect opening.
She hopped down from the worktable, moving quick and quiet as a little predator. The prototype collar gleamed faintly green in her small hands, circuits pulsing alive as her fingers adjusted the clasp.
Amethyst didn’t notice her, too busy grinding into Vidalia, sucking bruises into her flushed skin, her voice a low growl between kisses. “Missed you so bad, Vee… wanted this for years…”
Vidalia gasped, clutching Amethyst’s shoulders, her hips jerking helplessly. “Yes—oh, god, yes—”
Peridot slid in close, her eyes gleaming behind crooked glasses. She smirked up at Vidalia’s flushed face, then snapped the collar tight around her throat in one quick motion.
There was a faint click followed by the hum of gem-tech coming alive. Circuits lit in glowing green bands around Vidalia’s neck.
Her eyes flew open wide in shock—then fluttered as the collar pulsed, syncing with her body heat, locking to her pulse.
Peridot giggled, manic and triumphant, scribbling in her tablet with her free hand as she leaned against the stool to watch. “Perfect timing. The subject is too far gone to resist.”
Vidalia let out a sharp cry, teetering right on the edge. Amethyst grinned wickedly, not even realizing yet what Peridot had done, and shoved her fingers hard against her core.
Vidalia shattered, her climax ripping through her body in a wave that left her trembling, breathless, slumped against Amethyst’s chest. The collar pulsed brighter with every shudder, until it hummed steady and low, syncing to her like it had always been there.
Peridot’s grin was feral as she tapped her stylus against the glowing device. “Human collar prototype: flawless. Subject Vidalia—captured.”
Amethyst looked down finally, panting, her grin lopsided but satisfied. “Damn, Peri… you timed that perfectly.”
Vidalia, dazed and panting, lifted a shaky hand to the glowing band around her throat. “…What did you… do to me?”
Peridot leaned up on tiptoe, her nose almost brushing hers, eyes gleaming with manic joy. “Made you mine.”
Vidalia slumped against Amethyst, her chest still heaving, paint-stained fingers trembling as they traced the glowing green band locked tight around her throat. Her voice cracked, raw and bewildered. “Amethyst… what the hell just happened to me?”
Amethyst wrapped an arm around her shoulders, still buzzing from her own near-release, sweat sticking to her messy hair. She pressed a sloppy kiss to Vidalia’s temple, murmuring, “Peri’s just… different. You’ll get it.” Her grin was hungry, but a thread of tenderness softened it.
Peridot, standing primly at Vidalia’s side with tablet in hand, smirked sharp enough to cut glass. She tapped the collar with one claw, watching the green circuitry pulse with Vidalia’s heartbeat. “You have been optimized. My invention links directly to your nervous system, monitoring and influencing your responses. In simpler terms—” she scribbled furiously with her stylus, eyes gleaming “—you are mine.”
Vidalia’s eyes widened, confusion swirling into alarm. “Yours? Peridot, I didn’t… I didn’t agree to this.”
Peridot tilted her head, glasses slipping low on her nose. “Consent is irrelevant when the data proves compatibility.” She pressed the stylus against Vidalia’s collar, watching as it emitted a soft vibration. Vidalia shivered violently, her thighs clenching.
Her lips parted in a shaky gasp. “What the—oh my god—”
“Excellent!” Peridot cackled, scribbling. “Stimulation pathways intact. Override successful.” She perched daintily on a paint-splattered stool beside them, her tiny feet swinging, tablet glowing bright. “Now, for your first assignment: service Amethyst. She’s been denied release long enough.”
Amethyst’s grin split wide, teeth flashing. She leaned back against the wall, spreading her thighs, eyes glittering as she looked down at Vidalia. “C’mon, Vee. You remember how to take care of me.”
Vidalia hesitated, confusion and betrayal etched across her face, her hand twitching against the glowing collar. “This feels… wrong. Like I don’t have a choice.”
Peridot smirked, leaning in until her glasses almost touched Vidalia’s cheek. “But it feels good, doesn’t it? You’ve wanted this for years. I’m simply removing the barrier of hesitation.” She tapped the collar again, sending another wave of heat coursing through Vidalia’s body.
Vidalia moaned softly despite herself, her cheeks burning. She turned back to Amethyst, eyes glassy, lips trembling. “God… I can’t believe I’m doing this…”
Amethyst reached down, cupping her face, her grin crooked and desperate. “Believe it. I need this, Vee. I need you.”
Something in Vidalia’s chest cracked at that, her old affection rising like a tide. Her shoulders sagged, the fight slipping away as she slid down between Amethyst’s legs, guided by the glow at her throat and the raw, aching truth that she’d wanted this for so long.
Peridot scribbled gleefully, her manic giggles filling the paint-scented studio as Vidalia pressed her lips to Amethyst’s cunt, confusion and longing melting into obedience. “Yes. Perfect. Subject resists mentally but complies physically. With each act, compliance will become pleasure. Ownership confirmed.”
Amethyst groaned loud, one hand clutching Vidalia’s messy blond hair, the other braced against the wall. “Fuck, Peri… best idea you’ve ever had.”
Peridot’s grin widened, feet kicking lightly as she recorded every detail. “And this is only the beginning.”
Vidalia’s breath shook against Amethyst’s heat, every brush of her tongue betraying both hunger and hesitation. Her hands clutched Amethyst’s thighs tightly, knuckles white, like she was afraid to let go. The collar’s faint green glow pulsed in rhythm with her ragged moans, forcing her body to lean into what her mind still wrestled with.
Amethyst groaned above her, rolling her hips with shameless abandon, her grin wide and wolfish. “God, Vee… you’re even better than I remembered.”
Vidalia whimpered, her face burning, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The warmth, the closeness, the intoxicating weight of Amethyst’s thighs bracketing her shoulders—it was everything she’d longed for, even if the circumstances left her reeling.
Peridot, meanwhile, crouched low at Vidalia’s side, tablet propped against her knee, stylus scribbling furiously. Her eyes gleamed behind crooked glasses as she reached out, tugging at the loose straps of Vidalia’s overalls.
“Garments interfere with analysis,” she muttered, peeling the fabric down with efficient little jerks. “Full-body mapping required.”
Vidalia flinched, lifting her head for a moment, lips glistening, cheeks flushed. “Wait—Peridot—I don’t—”
The collar buzzed faintly, a pulse of heat that made her gasp and sag forward again against Amethyst.
“Don’t resist,” Peridot said sweetly, stripping the denim lower until Vidalia was bare beneath. “You want this data collected. You want to be useful.”
Vidalia’s protest dissolved into a moan as Amethyst grabbed a fistful of her hair, grinding against her tongue. “Don’t worry, Vee,” she panted. “Peri’s just… bein’ Peri. Focus on me.”
Peridot’s small green hands roamed boldly over Vidalia’s body now, scribbling notes with her stylus while she prodded, pinched, and squeezed. “Breasts: heavy, pliant, responsive. Abdomen: soft, temperature elevated. Thighs: powerful. Pulse rate: dangerously high—delightful.”
Vidalia squirmed, humiliated heat burning in her chest, but her tongue never stopped moving. If anything, she latched onto Amethyst’s taste with desperate intensity, as if it anchored her against the invasive little scientist cataloguing every inch of her.
“Perfect,” Peridot whispered, smirking as her claw traced down Vidalia’s spine. “Conflicted, but compliant. That’s exactly how conditioning begins.”
Amethyst groaned louder, her laughter cracked by moans. “Fuck, Peri… she’s good. Real good.”
Peridot cackled, scribbling furiously, her sharp little grin gleaming as she leaned closer to watch Vidalia tremble. “Of course she is. She’s mine now.”
Amethyst’s laugh cracked into a moan as she gripped the edges of the stool, her head falling back, wild hair sticking to her neck. Vidalia’s mouth was frantic now, tongue moving in deep, wet strokes against her, her own conflicted noises muffled by the taste of the Gem she’d wanted for so long.
“Fuck, Vee,” Amethyst gasped, hips jerking, “that’s it—just like that—”
Peridot crouched low at Vidalia’s side, her stylus clattering to the floor at last as she went hands-on. With a tiny, satisfied noise she ran her palms down the arch of Vidalia’s foot, squeezing the pads of her toes one by one before bending in to press her mouth to the sole.
Vidalia shuddered, a muffled whimper lost against Amethyst’s skin.
Peridot licked a slow stripe up her arch, then along her calf, biting softly at the muscle before moving to the next leg. “Texture: smooth but calloused. Taste: saline, mineral. Reaction: involuntary tremor.” She spoke into her tablet as though it were a microphone, her voice low and giddy.
Vidalia trembled harder under the dual sensation — her tongue working Amethyst while Peridot’s sharp little mouth explored her body like an exotic specimen. Her cheeks burned, humiliation and desire knotted tight in her belly.
Peridot’s grin gleamed as she moved up behind her, nipping at the soft swell of her ass, then dragging her tongue along the crease. “Lower extremities: highly sensitive. Ass region: dense, pliant, excellent reaction to oral stimulation,” she murmured between licks, her hands kneading boldly.
Vidalia whimpered again, torn apart by sensation, but her mouth only got greedier against Amethyst’s core.
Amethyst groaned low and rough, hips rolling. “Oh god—oh god—” She grabbed a fistful of Vidalia’s blond hair, holding her close, her voice breaking into a wild laugh. “Peri—you’re a freakin’ genius—she’s—she’s—”
Her words dissolved into a long, raw cry as her climax hit, her thighs clamping around Vidalia’s head, her body jerking against the stool. She rode it out shamelessly, panting, sweat slicking her chest, until she finally slumped back, spent.
Vidalia stayed where she was, still breathing hard, her lips wet and trembling against Amethyst’s skin. The collar at her throat pulsed faintly, each beat syncing with her ragged breath.
Peridot straightened slowly, her grin bright and feral, mouth glistening from her sampling of Vidalia’s body. She tapped the collar with one finger, tilting her head as she spoke like a scientist delivering a triumphant lecture.
“Observation complete. Subject Vidalia performs excellently under stress. Human collar effective. Reward protocol for Amethyst fulfilled.”
Amethyst opened one lazy eye, grinning crookedly even as she panted. “Damn, Peri. You weren’t kidding. This… this is some next-level shit.”
Peridot smirked, jotting one last note on her tablet. “Of course. And this is only the beginning.”
Vidalia was still trembling on her knees, her face damp with Amethyst’s slick, when Peridot hopped lightly onto the stool beside her. The green Gem’s grin was feral, eyes bright with manic delight, stylus tapping against her tablet like a drumroll.
“You’re wavering,” Peridot murmured, her voice sharp but sweet as poison. “Torn between the thrill of what you’ve wanted and the fear of being owned. But wavering won’t do.” She tilted her head, glasses sliding low. “We’ll fix that now.”
Amethyst’s grin widened, teeth flashing. She pushed up from her slouch, crouching in front of Vidalia, her rough palms cupping the human’s flushed face. “You hear that, Vee? Time to stop fighting it.”
Vidalia swallowed hard, her breath shaky, eyes darting between them. “I… I don’t know if I can—”
The collar pulsed once, low and hot, sending a jolt straight down her spine. She gasped, thighs clenching.
“You can,” Peridot hissed, smirking as she hopped down and nudged Vidalia onto her back across the paint-smeared rug. She tugged at her legs until they spread wide, then motioned to Amethyst with a flick of her claw. “We’ll make sure of it.”
Amethyst licked her lips, crawling between Vidalia’s thighs, while Peridot crouched low at her head, small hands pinning her wrists.
“Two angles,” Peridot purred, her grin sharp as she leaned close. “No escape. No more hesitation.”
Amethyst’s tongue slid over Vidalia’s folds in one long, greedy stroke. At the same time, Peridot lowered her own mouth to Vidalia’s breasts, biting at one nipple before sucking it deep, her muffled giggle vibrating against her chest.
Vidalia screamed, arching helplessly between them, the collar flashing brighter with every pulse.
Peridot moaned against her breast, then lifted her head just enough to speak, her voice smug and giddy. “Response: explosive. Subject cannot resist dual stimulation.” She bit the other nipple, tugging until Vidalia gasped. “Excellent teamwork.”
Amethyst growled into her, tongue flicking fast against her clit, one hand slipping under to press two thick fingers inside. Vidalia’s moans broke into sobs, her body twisting, but the collar buzzed again, pushing her toward surrender.
“Say it,” Peridot demanded, her mouth hot against her chest. “Say who you belong to.”
Vidalia whimpered, her voice cracking, her fingers curling tight in the rug. “I—I—”
The collar pulsed again, harder. Amethyst growled, thrusting her fingers deeper, her tongue relentless.
Vidalia screamed, the words tearing out of her throat at last. “Peridot! I—I’m yours!”
Peridot cackled, sharp and triumphant, biting her again before sealing her mouth back over her breast. “Perfect! Acceptance achieved!”
Amethyst laughed breathlessly, muffled against Vidalia’s soaked core as she licked her through another shuddering cry.
Vidalia convulsed under them both, the collar glowing steady now, her resistance broken as climax wracked her body again. When it finally subsided, she sagged limp between them, sobbing softly but smiling through it, dazed and glassy-eyed.
Peridot sat back on her heels, licking her lips, her tablet already lighting up with furious scribbles. “Full submission achieved. Subject Vidalia—claimed.”
Amethyst flopped back beside her, grinning wolfishly, sweat dripping down her chest. “Knew you’d do it, Vee. Feels right, huh?”
Vidalia let out a shaky laugh, her hand brushing the collar at her throat, no longer fighting its glow. “Yeah… yeah, it does.”
Peridot’s grin was wide and wild, her tiny feet kicking against the rug. “Excellent. The first human trial is a complete success.”