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 salty wind off the sea carried the smell of frying fish through Beach City as Peridot strutted down the boardwalk, tablet tucked under her arm like a prized tome. Her little boots clicked on the planks, her visor gleamed crookedly, and her grin had the sharp smugness of someone who now had seven conquests sporting her collars.

She shoved open the door to Fish Stew Pizza with a theatrical sweep. The bell chimed overhead, but the place was nearly empty — only one figure stood behind the counter, wiping down trays with calm, deliberate motions.

Nanefua.

The elder matriarch’s head tilted, sharp eyes peering out from behind her large, round glasses. “Well now. You’re a tiny one.”

Peridot froze in the doorway, momentarily thrown off. She had expected giggling twins, easy prey, not this iron-backed elder radiating patience and control. But her confidence buoyed her back up. She swaggered forward, boots clacking, tablet flipping open.

“Greetings, human elder!” she chirped. “I am here to… acquire you. Romantically.”

Nanefua raised one white brow. “Romantically, hm? You’re bold. What are you, a toy come to life?”

Peridot puffed her chest, putting on the same clumsy bravado she’d used to lure Sadie and Barb. “I am a scientist! Genius! Inventor of world-shaking devices! And you—” she leaned forward, tapping her stylus at Nanefua’s chest—“you are… sturdy stock. You would make an excellent specimen.”

Nanefua didn’t even flinch. She set down her rag, folded her hands over the counter, and looked Peridot dead in the eye. “Child, I’ve been called many things in my life. ‘Specimen’ isn’t one of them. Try again.”

Peridot blinked. “Wh-what? You’re supposed to blush, maybe stammer, not… talk back!”

Nanefua chuckled low, shaking her head. “You must not know me, little green one. I’ve seen men, women, and everything in between try to sweet-talk me. I’ve buried husbands, raised children, kept this shop running longer than you’ve been walking. You think your awkward flirting is going to rattle me?”

Peridot’s mouth opened and shut like a fish. Her stylus trembled in her hand. “But—my data—it—it always works—”

Nanefua leaned forward just slightly, her eyes sharp and amused. “Maybe you’ve been swimming in shallow waters, hm? You catch little fish with easy bait. But me?” She tapped her own chest. “I’m an old shark. You’ll need more than flattery to reel me in.”

Peridot’s grin faltered, her crooked visor slipping further down her nose. For the first time in ages, she looked… stumped.

Nanefua straightened, picking her rag back up, calm as ever. “You want to sit at my table, you better bring more than a crooked smile and strange talk. Otherwise, you can order a slice or take your leave.”

Peridot’s stylus scribbled furiously, half panicked. Subject Nanefua resists initial approach. Displays dominant presence. Overconfidence exposed. New variable: experience.

She stared up at the elder, mouth twitching, pride bruised but curiosity sparking. For the first time, she’d found a human she couldn’t just steamroll with a collar or a compliment.

Peridot squared her shoulders, puffed her tiny chest, and hopped up onto one of the empty chairs so she was eye-level with the counter. Her grin was wide and twitchy, her crooked visor flashing in the overhead lights.

“You think you can resist me?” she crowed, flailing her tablet in one hand like a knight raising a sword. “I’ve bent the strongest Gems, conquered the humans of this city one by one! I am irresistible! Your data will be mine!”

Nanefua didn’t even blink. She picked up a tray, set it down, folded a napkin. Her expression was one of practiced calm, a storm that had weathered decades without moving.

Peridot leaned so close her nose nearly brushed the counter. “I will dazzle you with my intellect! With my inventions! With my feet, if necessary!” She whipped off her boot dramatically and slapped her bare green foot onto the counter, toes wriggling. “BEHOLD, your new obsession!”

Nanefua raised one eyebrow, reached under the counter, and without a word produced a spray bottle.

Pssht!

The jet of cool water hit Peridot square in the face.

She froze, blinking droplets from her visor, then let out a high-pitched, feral hiss, baring her tiny teeth like a cornered cat. “HhhhhhHHHsssttt!!”

Nanefua gave her another quick spray. Pssht!

Peridot leapt off the chair with a squeal, scuttling back on all fours, shaking her wet foot indignantly. “HOW DARE YOU!?” she screeched, curls plastered damp against her face. “I am a scientist, not some unruly housepet!”

“Hm,” Nanefua said evenly, tucking the bottle back under the counter. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Peridot hissed again, clutching her tablet to her chest, soaked boot dangling from her grip. “Mark my words, old shark! This isn’t over! You’ll rue the day you spritzed me!”

Nanefua just went back to wiping the counter, calm as the tide. “Run along, little lizard. Come back when you’ve grown some manners.”

Peridot stomped backwards toward the door, dripping, dignity in tatters. She shoved her wet boot back on, still muttering to herself. “Unbelievable. Insubordination. Spray bottles. I’ll… I’ll regroup. Yes. Regroup and adapt. No human resists me for long!”

With one final hiss through clenched teeth, she shoved the door open and stormed off down the boardwalk, water still dripping from her hair and visor.

Behind her, Nanefua chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Tiny green idiot,” she murmured, before going back to her work.

The boardwalk’s lights flickered in the ocean breeze, neon humming against the salt air. Peridot stormed along the planks, damp hair sticking out in jagged tufts where Nanefua’s spray had soaked her. Every few steps she stopped, hissing under her breath, shaking droplets off her tablet like a wet animal.

“Sprayed! Humiliated! Mocked in my own conquest!” she muttered, pacing tight circles. “I am not a housecat! I am a genius! That old shark thinks she’s immune? Hah! No human is immune forever. I just need… a different angle.”

She shoved her visor up her nose, scanning the glow of Beach City’s nightlife like a predator searching for prey. Music thumped faintly from the arcade, punctuated by bursts of laughter.

That’s when she saw her.

Jenny Pizza, leaning against the arcade’s doorway, her jacket slouched over one shoulder, a soda cup in one hand. She laughed with a couple of friends, tossing her hair, then sauntered inside, hips swaying to the beat of the music. Her aura practically screamed troublemaker.

Peridot froze, eyes wide, a wicked grin tugging at her lips. “Of course… the granddaughter. If I cannot breach the fortress through its strongest wall…” She tapped her tablet, manic delight sparking. “…then I’ll slip through the cracks. And Jenny Pizza looks like the biggest crack in the whole structure. A crack I’d love to penetrate.”

She darted across the boardwalk, pressing herself flat against the arcade’s glass front, peering inside. Jenny was already at a cabinet, slamming buttons, her friends cheering around her. She tossed her head back, laughing when her score shot to the top of the leaderboard. Popular. Loud. A firebrand.

Peridot scribbled furiously. Subject Jenny Pizza: rebellious. Competitive. High social dominance. Potentially vulnerable to flattery and chaos inducement.

She licked her lips, whispering to herself. “Yes… yes, you’re perfect. You’ll be easier than your elder. You like noise, you like trouble, you like being the center of the board.” Her grin stretched crooked. “And I’ll make you mine first. You’ll be the center piece, just like you want. Through you, the whole Pizza family will topple.”

She ducked behind a row of prize machines, watching Jenny pump another quarter into the arcade cabinet, the neon glow painting her smirk.

Peridot’s little fists clenched in excitement, a hiss of glee slipping out. “Target acquired. Phase one: infiltration.”

The arcade was loud, bright, and chaotic — perfect cover for a tiny green gremlin with a bruised ego to slip in unnoticed. Peridot shoved her visor higher up her nose, puffed out her chest, and strutted toward the cabinet Jenny had just dominated.

Jenny was in the middle of her victory lap, leaning back against the machine while her friends groaned at their own pathetic scores. “What can I say?” she bragged, sipping her soda through the straw with a smirk. “I’m just that good. Nobody’s taking me down tonight.”

Peridot’s lips twisted into a feral grin. “We’ll see about that.”

She marched right up, tablet tucked under her arm, and slapped a quarter onto the console with far too much force for her little hand. “I challenge you, Jenny Pizza!”

Jenny blinked down at her. “…Do I know you?”

“You will,” Peridot shot back, climbing onto the stool like a general mounting her steed. “I am Peridot, certified genius and master of all things electronic. You may have bested these simpletons, but against me, you don’t stand a chance!”

Jenny’s friends snorted and whispered, but Jenny’s smirk widened. “Okay, Tiny Terminator. You wanna play? Let’s play.”

The screen lit up, avatars selected, the countdown began. Jenny’s fingers were a blur on the controls — cocky, practiced, effortless. But Peridot’s eyes narrowed, her tiny inventor’s claws moving with mechanical precision, reading the code of the game in real-time as if it were etched on her visor.

Round one. Jenny dominated early, laughing with every strike she landed. But then Peridot adjusted — hands flying faster, each combo countered, each pattern unraveled. Jenny’s smile faltered.

“What the—how are you—”

“Science!” Peridot cackled, mashing buttons with inhuman accuracy. “Your patterns are predictable! Your confidence, misplaced! I am dissecting you like an insect!”

Jenny bit her lip, leaning in, competitive fire blazing. Her friends hooted behind her, chanting her name. She fought harder, faster, cheeks flushing with effort — but Peridot was right there with her, relentless.

The game chimed: Round one, Player Two wins.

Jenny slammed her palm against the side of the cabinet, glaring at the screen. “No way.”

Peridot pushed her visor up, smug grin stretching wide. “Oh yes. You may be a local tyrant among these humans, but against me, you are NOTHING.”

Jenny growled, dropping another quarter into the slot. “Best two out of three.”

“Agreed,” Peridot said sweetly, then her grin turned sharp. “Let’s make it interesting.”

Jenny raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Peridot tapped her chin theatrically, pretending to think. “If I win again… you have to do what I say. A bet.”

Jenny snorted. “And if I win?”

“Then I’ll… leave you alone forever,” Peridot said, though her manic grin suggested she didn’t quite mean it.

Jenny leaned back, sizing her up. The little green thing with a crooked visor and way too much energy… she should’ve felt ridiculous agreeing to this. And yet—something about Peridot’s intensity tugged at her competitive streak.

“Fine,” Jenny said, slamming her finger on the start button. “You’re on, Shortstack. And I don’t lose twice.”

Peridot cackled, raising her tiny fists in triumph. “We’ll see about that, subject!”

Round two lit up on the screen, avatars clashing with neon sparks. Jenny cracked her knuckles and dove in hard, her hands flying across the controls. The fire was back in her eyes — this time she wasn’t just playing, she was out for blood.

And for the first few minutes, it looked like she had it.

“Yeah, that’s right!” she shouted over the roar of digital explosions. “You might’ve fluked that first round, but this time? This time you’re toast, Little Green!”

Her friends cheered as her avatar hammered Peridot’s into a corner, combo after combo chaining into a brutal assault. Jenny was grinning again, hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, riding the high of her comeback.

Peridot, meanwhile, was quiet. Too quiet. Her fingers danced over the buttons, her gaze narrowed not on the screen but on the tiny flickers of code hidden in its patterns. She let Jenny land hit after hit, let the life bar plummet, let the humans behind her think she was finished.

And then, at the last second, her crooked grin returned.

Her avatar snapped to life with a counter nobody in the room had seen before — a perfect parry chain that flipped the entire match on its head. Jenny’s character went flying, slammed into the wall, combo meter shrieking as Peridot’s fingers blurred faster than the eye could follow.

“WHAT—?!” Jenny’s voice cracked, her grin collapsing into shock. “How the hell are you—”

Peridot cackled, visor sliding down her nose. “I let you believe you could win! Hope is the sweetest data point before I rip it away!”

Jenny’s avatar staggered, her health bar evaporating. The final strike landed with a flash of light.

Round two, Player Two wins.

The arcade went dead silent for a beat, Jenny frozen with her jaw slack, her friends staring at the screen.

Peridot hopped off the stool, smug as a cat with a caught bird. She tapped her tablet against her palm, smirk sharp enough to cut. “Two out of three. My victory. By the terms of our bet, Jenny Pizza… you belong to me.”

Jenny’s cheeks burned, anger and humiliation warring with the adrenaline of the game. She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, glaring down at the tiny gremlin grinning up at her.

“You’re insane,” she muttered. “But… damn, you’re good.”

Peridot’s visor flashed, her grin widening. “Yes. Yes I am.”

Peridot tilted her head, pretending to ponder the terms as Jenny fumed in front of her. “Hmmm,” she mused, stylus tapping her lip. “So many possibilities. You did agree to do whatever I wanted…” Her crooked grin sharpened. “But unlike my other specimens, you’re still… uncalibrated. Untamed.”

Jenny shifted her weight, one hip cocked, brow arched. “If you’re gonna gloat, get it over with. I’ve got places to be.”

Peridot’s visor slid down her nose, hiding the gleam in her eyes. “Very well. Your forfeit will be…” She paused dramatically, then jabbed her stylus at Jenny like a wand. “A date. With me. Tonight. Just the two of us.”

Jenny blinked. “…That’s it? A date?”

Peridot smirked, climbing up onto the stool again to meet her gaze. “Yes. My first human field test for a new kind of… interaction. We will share sustenance, exchange conversation, and I will study you at close range. It will be…” she fluttered her fingers like confetti, “…romantic.”

Jenny snorted, tension bleeding out into a crooked grin. “You’re so weird. You’re lucky I like weird.” She tugged her jacket straight. “Fine. You won. A bet’s a bet. Where do you even wanna go?”

Peridot’s grin turned sly. “Wherever you humans go when you’re trying to impress each other. You will choose. That is also part of my data collection.”

Jenny rolled her eyes but couldn’t help chuckling. “Alright, Tiny Terminator. There’s a late-night diner a couple blocks down. Cheap fries, good jukebox. We can go there. But no weird science-y stuff while we’re eating, okay?”

Peridot scribbled furiously on her tablet. Subject Jenny Pizza agrees to ‘date.’ Trust baseline established. Location: human eatery. Opportunity for extended exposure and incremental conditioning.

She hopped down from the stool, straightening her drying hair with a flick of her hand. “Excellent. Lead the way, subject.”

Jenny shook her head, still smirking, and said goodbye to her friends before turning toward the door. “You’re a trip. C’mon, little alien. Let’s get you some fries.”

Peridot followed, tablet clutched to her chest, her grin full of hidden intent. “Yes. Fries. And perhaps…” she murmured under her breath, “…my first hook into the Pizza family.”

The arcade door swung shut behind them, neon spilling out into the night.

The boardwalk was quieter now, only the distant crash of waves and the hum of neon signs filling the air. Jenny shoved her hands in her jacket pockets as she walked, soda straw between her teeth, casting the occasional side-eye at the little green gremlin marching smugly beside her.

Peridot kept her tablet tucked under one arm, stylus ready, her stride exaggerated like she was parading into battle. Every so often she’d glance up at Jenny, her grin twitching crooked, eyes gleaming behind her crooked visor.

“So,” Jenny said after a minute, smirking down at her. “Is this your thing? Challenging strangers in arcades and making them go out with you?”

Peridot scoffed, puffing out her chest. “Hardly. You are not a random stranger. You are Jenny Pizza, rebellious human, social nucleus, troublemaker extraordinaire. My research indicates you’re the perfect candidate for… experimental companionship.”

Jenny barked a laugh. “Experimental companionship? Girl, you’re lucky you’re cute, otherwise that would sound like the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Peridot blinked, then grinned wider. “So… you do find me cute. Excellent data point.” She scribbled on her tablet mid-stride, not looking up.

Jenny flushed faintly and elbowed her. “Don’t write that down, weirdo.”

“Too late!” Peridot sing-songed. “Data once recorded cannot be erased.”

Jenny shook her head, but her smirk lingered. “You’re cocky for someone who barely clears my ribcage.”

“I may be vertically challenged,” Peridot said, pointing her stylus like a sword, “but my intellect towers above all! And tonight, it shall tower above you.”

Jenny snorted soda out her nose from laughing. “You’re seriously impossible.”

By the time they pushed into the diner, the dynamic had already shifted. Jenny slouched into a booth, shrugging off her jacket, while Peridot scrambled up onto the opposite seat, kneeling on her knees to see over the table. The laminated menus glowed under the fluorescent lights, and an old jukebox wheezed in the corner.

Jenny propped her chin on her hand, smirk tugging her lips. “So, genius, what do you order on a ‘romantic human date?’”

Peridot scanned the menu, squinting, then pointed dramatically at the first thing her finger landed on. “Fries. They are universal. Golden sticks of… whatever this ‘potato’ substance is. They appear in nearly all of your courtship rituals.”

Jenny chuckled, flagging down the server. “Two baskets, then. You’re in luck, Peri — I love fries.”

Peridot scribbled a note. Shared food preference: promising sign. Then she looked up, her grin softening just a fraction. “You know, you’re… not as foolish as I expected. Most humans flail when I talk like this. But you laugh.”

Jenny tilted her head, meeting her gaze. “That’s ‘cause you’re not like anyone else I’ve met. You don’t care what people think. That’s… kinda hot, actually.”

Peridot froze for a beat, stylus halfway to her tablet, then smirked so wide it nearly split her face. “Excellent! Jenny Pizza demonstrates attraction response to confidence. Test is proceeding flawlessly.”

Jenny groaned, hiding her face in her hands with a laugh. “God, you’re such a dork.”

Peridot leaned forward, elbows on the table, her little boots swinging under the booth. “Yes. And yet… you agreed to a date with me.”

Jenny peeked at her through her fingers, cheeks warm, smirk tugging back. “Yeah. I did.”

The server dropped off two baskets of steaming fries, breaking the moment. Jenny grabbed one immediately, dunked it in ketchup, and pointed it across the table like a weapon. “So tell me, Tiny Terminator. What exactly do you want out of this little experiment?”

Peridot leaned forward, lips twitching with suppressed glee. “You’ll find out,” she purred, and scribbled another note.

The fries sat between them like a peace offering, steam curling up in the diner’s fluorescent glow. Jenny grabbed one, dunked it in ketchup, and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. Peridot’s eyes darted to the basket, narrowed with calculation.

She reached out at the exact same time Jenny went for another. Their fingers brushed, brief and hot, and Peridot froze like she’d touched a live wire. Then her crooked grin snapped back into place, and she scribbled furiously on her tablet.

“Observation,” she said, voice gleefully sharp. “Subject Jenny reacts to hand contact with increased respiration.”

Jenny laughed around a mouthful of fry, leaning forward to steal one of Peridot’s. “Or maybe you’re just a spaz who got all flustered touching me.”

Peridot bristled, cheeks pink, slamming her stylus onto the screen. “Ridiculous! I am in total control of this experiment!”

“Uh-huh,” Jenny said, grinning as she reached for another fry, brushing Peridot’s fingers again deliberately this time. “You keep telling yourself that, little green.”

Peridot hissed, but her smirk never faltered. “Mark my words, Jenny Pizza… this date is but phase one of your inevitable downfall. You will surrender your autonomy willingly, because I am irresistible!”

Jenny dunked a fry, popped it into her mouth, and smirked. “You sound like a comic book villain.”

“I am a comic book villain!” Peridot snapped, slamming both hands on the table. The server passing by gave her a strange look, but Peridot didn’t notice. She leaned forward, visor sliding down her nose. “And you are my next conquest!”

Jenny chuckled, sipping her soda, eyes sparkling. “God, you’re insane. But I like it.”

Peridot scribbled. Attraction reinforced by bold declarations. Jenny Pizza enjoys dramatic flair.

Jenny raised a brow. “You writing down everything I say?”

“Yes,” Peridot said without hesitation. “Your every word is valuable data.” She paused, then added slyly, “Especially when you admit you like me.”

Jenny flushed, shoving another fry into her mouth to cover it. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to,” Peridot purred, swinging her boots under the table.

The banter kept rolling, punctuated by more little brushes of fingers in the fry basket, Jenny’s smirk growing sharper, Peridot’s grin stretching smugger. By the time the baskets were empty, the tension hummed like a live wire between them.

Jenny leaned back, arms stretched across the booth. “Alright, little alien. You’ve got my attention. So what’s next in your big evil plan?”

Peridot tapped her stylus against her teeth, her smile sly. “Next… we move to a private location. Somewhere away from these meddling humans. Somewhere… I can really begin phase two.”

Jenny arched a brow, smirk tugging her lips. “And where exactly is that?”

Peridot’s grin widened, her crooked visor flashing in the diner’s light. “The barn.”

The night air was cool as they left the diner, the glow of neon fading into the softer wash of moonlight on the boardwalk. Jenny shoved her hands in her jacket pockets, head tilted toward the sea breeze, while Peridot strutted at her side, tablet tucked close like a precious tome.

For a few steps, it was quiet, just the creak of wood underfoot and the distant crash of waves. Then Peridot’s crooked smile twisted wider. Her eyes flickered with a green pulse as she tapped her tablet, sending a silent command through the collars linked to her harem back at the barn.

“Directive: vacate,” she muttered under her breath, stylus flicking. “Subjects will clear the premises until further notice.”

Jenny arched a brow. “Talking to yourself down there, Tiny Terminator?”

Peridot snapped her tablet shut, flashing a smug grin. “Just ensuring the environment is prepared for our next phase. A true scientist leaves nothing to chance.”

Jenny laughed, bumping her shoulder with hers. “You really don’t turn it off, do you? You’re like a cartoon villain mixed with a science fair project.”

Peridot puffed her chest out, boots clicking on the planks. “And yet here you are, willingly following me to a second location. That means my methods work.”

Jenny smirked, kicking at a pebble. “Or maybe I just wanna see what kind of trouble you’re leading me into. You’ve got that whole chaos-gremlin vibe. Kinda fun, honestly. And you seem harmless enough.”

Peridot scribbled on her tablet as they walked. Subject Jenny: drawn to chaos, curiosity overrides caution. Excellent.

Jenny leaned over, trying to peek at the screen. “What, writing down how hot I am now?”

Peridot slammed the tablet shut again, face flushing. “That’s… irrelevant data!”

Jenny’s laugh carried over the quiet street. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

They crossed from the lights of the boardwalk into the quieter dirt road that led toward the barn. Crickets chirped, and the shadows stretched long under the moon. Jenny stuffed her hands deeper into her jacket, side-eyeing Peridot with a grin.

“So… what’s the barn? Some secret lab or something?”

Peridot’s grin twitched sharp. “Correct. My sanctum. My arena of brilliance. And soon…” She pushed her visor up, voice dropping low and smug. “…your classroom.”

Jenny barked a laugh. “My classroom? What are you, my teacher now?”

Peridot wagged her stylus at her. “No. Your superior.”

Jenny whistled low, shaking her head. “Cocky little thing. Alright then, Superior. Show me what you’ve got.”

Peridot’s boots hit the dirt road with sharper purpose as the barn loomed closer, lanterns glowing faintly in its rafters. She cackled softly to herself, already imagining Jenny’s brashness unraveling under her experiments.

“Don’t worry,” she purred, almost to herself. “You’ll see very soon.”

The barn doors creaked open under Peridot’s tiny hand, the lanterns inside casting a warm, mechanical glow over the space. Wires snaked across the floor. Strange machines hummed in the corners, their panels blinking green. And lined neatly on a workbench, like soldiers in formation, sat a row of sleek, humming rigs — synthetic phalluses, each glowing faintly as they charged.

Jenny stepped inside, her sneakers crunching against the hay-strewn floor. Her eyes swept over the strange devices and blinking consoles, a slow grin tugging at her lips. “Well, damn. You weren’t kidding. This really is your secret lab.”

Peridot strutted in after her, shutting the doors with a triumphant swing. “Of course! Here I invent, I test, I conquer. This is where brilliance is born!” She puffed her chest out, hands on her hips, visor glinting crookedly.

Jenny wandered toward the workbench, picking up one of the phallus rigs, turning it in her hands with a whistle. “And what’s this? Looks… kinda like a sex toy.”

Peridot’s grin sharpened. She scampered forward, plucking it from Jenny’s hand, holding it aloft like a trophy. “Ha! Not just a sex toy. This is one of my greatest inventions — a multifunctional apparatus for pleasure, control, and data collection. With it, I’ve—” she caught herself, smirk twitching— “achieved remarkable results.”

Jenny raised her brows, smirking. “So you are some kind of freaky little alien perv.”

“Incorrect!” Peridot snapped, cheeks heating. “I am a scientist! Every trial is for knowledge, for progress!” Her grin slanted sly. “But yes… the results are highly enjoyable.”

Jenny chuckled, setting her hands on her hips. “You’re ridiculous. But I’m not gonna lie—this is way more interesting than the usual boys who try to hit on me.”

Peridot’s heart skipped in her chest. She stepped closer, her little boots crunching softly against the straw. “Then… perhaps you’ll be my next willing participant.”

Jenny tilted her head, watching her with amused curiosity. “Participant, huh? You mean like a test subject?”

Peridot’s grin spread wide, visor flashing as she leaned closer. “Exactly. Subject Jenny Pizza. Confident, rebellious, untamed. Tonight, I’ll measure just how far you can bend.”

Jenny’s smirk faltered just slightly — not in fear, but in intrigue. She leaned back against the workbench, crossing her arms. “You talk a big game for someone who comes up to my chest.”

Peridot placed her tablet down with exaggerated care, then hopped up onto the edge of the bench beside Jenny, bringing herself level with her eyes. Her knee brushed Jenny’s hip. “Size is irrelevant. Control is everything.”

Jenny blinked, then laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re crazy.” But she didn’t move away.

Peridot’s grin sharpened, and for the first time tonight, her hand reached out — brushing Jenny’s wrist, then curling lightly around it. “And you’re curious.”

Jenny’s breath hitched, her grin tugging wider, almost challenging. “Maybe I am.”

Peridot’s grin turned sharp and decisive. No more banter, no more skirting around the edges — she pounced.

With one quick motion, she tugged at Jenny’s wrist, pulling her down just enough to close the gap. Her mouth pressed clumsily but firmly against Jenny’s, visor bumping into her cheek, her free hand gripping at the girl’s jacket like she was staking a claim.

Jenny stiffened in surprise for half a second, then melted into a smirk mid-kiss. She kissed back with a heat that matched her rebellious streak, her hands sliding down to cup Peridot’s small waist. “Damn, you are bold,” she muttered against her lips.

Peridot pulled back just enough to grin, eyes gleaming wild. “Of course I am. You expected hesitation? From me?” She leaned forward again, nipping at Jenny’s lower lip with greedy little bites. “Not a chance.”

Jenny chuckled, her hand sliding lower, testing the slope of Peridot’s hip. “Guess I underestimated you, Shortstack.”

Peridot seized the opening, climbing into her lap like she was conquering a throne, her boots digging into the workbench as she straddled Jenny without hesitation. Her hands slid up Jenny’s shoulders, tugging at the collar of her jacket. “You’re underestimating me still.”

Jenny’s laugh hitched into a low groan as Peridot ground forward experimentally, her grin manic and smug. “Oh, you like that,” Peridot said gleefully, scribbling the words into her memory. “Data confirmed. Subject Jenny responds positively to direct assertion.”

Jenny tipped her head back, still smirking even as her cheeks flushed. “You’re crazy, but I’m not stopping you.”

Peridot leaned close, lips brushing her ear. “Good. Because I’m only getting started.”

Her hand darted down, tugging Jenny’s jacket off her shoulders with surprising strength for her small frame, revealing the thin tank top beneath. Peridot’s claws skimmed along her collarbone, tracing lines as though sketching blueprints across her skin.

“Perfect,” she whispered, eyes alight. “You’re perfect.”

Jenny caught her chin, tilting her face up into another kiss, this one slower but hotter, her smirk curling against Peridot’s lips. “Guess I’m your guinea pig now, huh?”

Peridot laughed into her mouth, wild and triumphant. “Not a guinea pig. My masterpiece.”

Peridot’s manic grin stretched as Jenny tugged her closer, their mouths crashing together again. But unlike the clumsy spark of before, this time Peridot was deliberate. Methodical. Every motion a strike in her campaign.

Her hands slid boldly down Jenny’s torso, mapping out curves beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. Her claws scraped lightly over her stomach, then lower, and Jenny gasped, hips jerking despite herself.

“Yesss…” Peridot hissed, jotting down mental notes even as she mouthed at Jenny’s neck. “Responsive. So very responsive. You try to act tough, but your body betrays you.”

Jenny laughed breathlessly, tugging Peridot closer. “You’re really out here giving villain monologues while feeling me up, huh?”

Peridot licked a stripe up her throat, visor skewed, smirk feral. “Correct. And you love it.”

Jenny’s only answer was another kiss, hotter, her nails digging into Peridot’s back.

Peridot seized her chance. She pushed Jenny back against the workbench, climbing higher into her lap until she loomed over her — tiny frame, but burning with authority. Her hand tugged Jenny’s tank top up, baring skin inch by inch. Jenny hesitated, breath quickening, but didn’t stop her.

“You want me to,” Peridot said with smug certainty, voice dropping low. She dragged her tongue across Jenny’s collarbone, nipped at the swell of her chest. Jenny gasped, arching into her.

Peridot cackled softly, fingertips tracing circles around her nipples through the fabric. “Yes. Perfect specimen. You crave domination. You crave me.”

Jenny shivered, her usual snark crumbling into ragged little laughs and bitten-off moans. “You’re insane, Peri.”

“And yet,” Peridot purred, slipping her hand under the waistband of Jenny’s jeans, “you’re letting me.”

Jenny bucked against her touch, hands clutching at the gremlin perched on top of her. “Shut up and just—”

“Say it,” Peridot cut her off sharply, eyes gleaming behind her visor. “Say you want me to.”

Jenny froze for a second, breath heavy, then smirked — but this time, it was shaky. “Fuck me. I want you to.”

That was all Peridot needed. She yanked Jenny’s jeans open with greedy hands, shoving them down just enough, then pressed her fingers against the heat waiting there. Jenny gasped, hips jerking, nails dragging down Peridot’s back.

“Yes,” Peridot hissed, grinding down against her thigh in tandem. “You’re mine now. Not your grandmother’s iron will, not your sister’s shadow — mine.”

Jenny’s laugh cracked into a moan, sweat beading at her temples as Peridot worked her mercilessly, scribbling invisible notes across her body with each touch.

“Subject Jenny Pizza,” Peridot whispered smugly into her ear, “breaking beautifully.”

Peridot slid off Jenny’s lap like a predator circling its prey, her small boots hitting the barn floor with a deliberate thud. Jenny blinked down at her, still half-dazed from the sudden rush of touches and words, her smirk wobbling into something more nervous, more breathless.

“What are you—” Jenny started, but Peridot cut her off with a crooked grin, already tugging at Jenny’s jeans.

“Studying you,” Peridot purred. “Learning you. Making you reveal the truth hidden beneath all that bravado.” She shoved the denim lower with surprising force, baring dark thighs to the cool barn air. Jenny gasped, trying to cover herself instinctively, but Peridot smacked her hands away with a sharp tsk.

“No hiding. Not from me.”

Jenny’s cheeks flushed dark, but she let her arms fall uselessly to her sides, her breath quickening as Peridot crouched between her knees.

The gremlin scientist’s crooked visor slipped down her nose as she leaned in, her grin feral. “Phase two: oral calibration.”

Before Jenny could quip back, Peridot dragged her tongue along the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate. Jenny jolted, a ragged laugh spilling out that sounded more like a moan.

“Peri—”

“Shhh,” Peridot murmured, nipping at sensitive skin, moving higher. “Focus on the data.”

Her hands gripped Jenny’s hips with greedy firmness, keeping her pinned to the workbench as she pressed her mouth fully against her pussy. Jenny gasped so loud it echoed off the rafters, her fingers clawing at the wood beneath her.

“Oh—god, you’re—”

“Yes,” Peridot hissed against her, before lapping at her again, tongue sharp and insistent. “Responsive. So responsive. You thought I was playing a game, didn’t you? That I was all words.” She licked deeper, savoring Jenny’s desperate squirming. “But I’m serious. Deadly serious. And now…” She suckled hard enough to make Jenny cry out, “…so are you.”

Jenny’s head thudded back against the wall, her usual cocky grin replaced by bitten lips and wide eyes. “Fuck—Peri—”

Peridot moaned smugly against her, one hand slipping lower, fingers sliding inside with ruthless precision. Jenny choked on a gasp, hips bucking despite her, and Peridot’s grin spread wet and wide.

“Beautiful,” she said, curling her fingers just so while her tongue worked in tandem. “You can’t stop me, Jenny Pizza. And you don’t want to.”

Jenny whimpered, cheeks flaming, sweat dampening her hairline. “You’re—so much—more—intense than I thought—”

“Yes!” Peridot crowed, lapping hungrily, her crooked visor fogging. “Overwhelmed. Exactly as predicted.”

Jenny’s legs trembled, toes curling in her sneakers, her laugh breaking apart into helpless moans. “Shut up—just—keep going—”

Peridot’s cackle was muffled against her, but her pace only quickened, her free hand gripping Jenny’s thigh tight, keeping her pinned for the experiment.

“Say it,” she ordered, lifting her head just long enough to grin up at her, chin shining. “Say you want more.”

Jenny gasped, swallowing hard, then gave in with a shaky laugh. “I want more.”

Peridot dove back down triumphantly.

Jenny was unraveling fast, every gasp and moan louder than the last. Her thighs trembled under Peridot’s firm grip, sneakers squeaking against the barn floor as her body bucked toward that razor’s edge. Peridot’s tongue and fingers worked in ruthless sync, her little cackles vibrating against Jenny’s heat.

“Almost there, aren’t you?” Peridot taunted, curling her fingers just so, lips slick with proof of Jenny’s breaking. “About to lose to me completely.”

Jenny whimpered, nails dragging helplessly against the workbench. “I—I can’t—just a little more—”

And that’s when Peridot stopped.

She pulled away in one sharp, deliberate motion, chin wet, grin feral. Her fingers slid free, leaving Jenny panting, flushed, and glaring down at her with wide, furious eyes.

“What the hell—?!” Jenny gasped, thighs clenching uselessly. “Why’d you—”

Peridot hopped lightly off her knees, swiping her visor back up the bridge of her nose, grin sharp as a knife. She licked her fingers slowly, deliberately, then pointed her stylus like a conductor’s baton toward the workbench.

“Because…” she drawled, pacing smug little circles around Jenny’s trembling legs, “…you were looking at my inventions earlier. I saw your curiosity.” She tapped one of the humming phalli charging in its cradle. “You want this. Don’t you?”

Jenny’s breath caught, her cheeks burning deeper. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to glare, but it was shaky. “I—I didn’t say that—”

Peridot climbed back onto the bench beside her, crouching close enough that their noses almost touched. Her grin twitched wider. “You didn’t have to. Your body said it for you. Hungry. Wanting more than fingers. Wanting something…” she tapped the glowing device with one small claw, “…like this.”

Jenny swallowed, squirming, her cocky smirk nowhere to be found. “…You’re such a little gremlin.”

Peridot purred, brushing her lips against Jenny’s ear. “Beg for it.”

Jenny jolted, eyes wide. “What—”

“Beg me,” Peridot whispered, tongue darting out to flick her earlobe, her hand sliding down Jenny’s thigh again but not giving her what she craved. “Beg me to use it on you. Admit you want it. Admit you want my big, green, alien cock inside of you.”

Jenny groaned, her pride and her need warring visibly on her face. She clenched her fists, breathing hard, biting her lip until her resolve cracked.

Finally, with a ragged laugh, she gave in. “Fine. I want it. I want you to use it.”

Peridot’s grin sharpened. “Use what, Jenny Pizza? Say it.”

Jenny whimpered. “Y-your cock… Please… F-fuck me with that alien cock…”

Peridot cackled triumphantly, leaping down from the bench and plucking the device from its station. It hummed to life in her small hands, glowing faintly. She turned back to Jenny, grin smug, visor flashing.

“Excellent,” she purred, stroking the length of the synthetic shaft with a scientist’s precision. “Phase three: penetration trials.”

Jenny’s legs spread instinctively, her pride already discarded on the straw-littered barn floor.

Peridot’s grin went razor-sharp as Jenny’s admission still hung heavy in the barn air. She strapped the phallus to herself with practiced motions, the harness clicking tight around her hips, the synthetic shaft humming faintly as it synced to her Gem tech.

Jenny’s eyes flicked down, wide, her breath catching despite the rebellious smirk tugging at her lips. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

Peridot stepped closer, small boots crunching straw, and placed a firm hand on the back of Jenny’s thigh. “On your knees. And open.”

Jenny’s smirk faltered, replaced by a nervous laugh. “Wait—you mean—”

“Exactly.” Peridot guided her down to her hands and knees, until the glowing tip brushed Jenny’s lips. Her hand rested on the back of her head. “You were curious. Now show me how much.”

Jenny hesitated, but Peridot’s grin and grip left little room for escape. Slowly, awkwardly, she parted her lips and took the synthetic shaft into her mouth.

Peridot groaned in smug delight, visor fogging slightly as she tilted her head. “Yesss. Perfect. The rebel queen on her knees. Obedient. Humiliated.” She brushed her claws lightly through Jenny’s hair, tugging her just enough to press deeper. “That’s it, Jenny Pizza… taste my brilliance.”

Jenny’s cheeks burned as she tried to keep up, the hum of the device vibrating faintly against her tongue. Peridot tapped her stylus against her chin, watching intently. “Say it,” she ordered suddenly.

Jenny pulled back, coughing slightly, glaring up. “Say what?”

“Say you like it.” Peridot smirked, nudging the shaft back against her lips. “Say you want it.”

Jenny swallowed hard, torn between defiance and heat, then gave in with a shaky laugh. “…I like it. I like your cock.”

“Louder,” Peridot demanded, pushing the shaft back into her mouth, hips rocking forward just slightly.

Jenny moaned around it, her pride splintering further. When Peridot tugged her back again, saliva slicking the toy, Jenny gasped, cheeks flushed. “I like it. I want it. I want you to fuck me with it. I want you to fuck me with your alien cock.”

Peridot cackled, tugging her upright with greedy triumph. “Yesss. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She shoved Jenny back onto the workbench, spreading her legs wide with both hands as the phallus hummed brighter.

“Phase four,” she purred, lining herself up with ruthless precision, “initiation.”

Jenny’s breath hitched, her cocky mask crumbling under the weight of Peridot’s manic dominance. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Peridot slammed forward, eyes alight. The synthetic phallus humming between them like a live wire. She was small, but the power and rhythm behind her thrusts were precise, clinical — and merciless.

Jenny gasped at the first push, the sound spilling out of her throat unguarded. Her hands shot out to grip the edges of the workbench, knuckles whitening as her thighs trembled under the onslaught.

Peridot leaned over her, one hand gripping Jenny’s chin and tilting her face up. “Look at you,” she hissed, her voice a purr laced with cruelty. “The rebel of Beach City, the tough girl, reduced to this…” she snapped her hips forward, making Jenny arch and gasp, “…panting under me.”

Jenny tried to glare, but it cracked into a moan mid-sound. “Shut up—”

“Say it,” Peridot interrupted, her grin manic. “Say what you are right now.”

Jenny’s eyes fluttered, her pride fighting a losing battle. “I’m—” she gasped as Peridot shifted the angle, her back arching off the bench, “—your…subject…”

Peridot cackled, thrusting harder. “Louder.”

“I’m your subject!” Jenny moaned, biting her lip hard.

Peridot’s smirk sharpened, her rhythm relentless but perfectly measured, as though cataloguing every twitch, every sound. “You like this,” she purred, dragging her tongue up Jenny’s throat between thrusts. “Admit it.”

“I like it,” Jenny gasped, her voice cracking. “God, I like it.”

Peridot laughed low against her ear, hips snapping forward with a precise roll that made Jenny’s entire body jolt. “You’re going to break for me, Jenny Pizza. You’re going to shatter right here on my workbench and you’re going to thank me for it.”

Jenny whimpered, her nails scratching at the wood. “Peri—please—”

Peridot slowed for just a heartbeat, keeping herself buried deep, her breath hot against Jenny’s neck. “Please what?”

“Please don’t stop—”

Peridot growled like an animal as she bit Jenny’s shoulder gently, smirk wicked. “Perfect answer.” She sped back up, hips hammering the rhythm until Jenny’s voice dissolved into breathless moans, her legs trembling violently.

“Say my name when you cum,” Peridot ordered, her tone dipping into a command as she pressed a claw to Jenny’s cheek. “Say it so the whole barn knows who’s making you break.”

Jenny’s head fell back, mouth open, pride long gone. “Peri—” she gasped, hips jerking up into every thrust.

Peridot’s grin stretched feral, the scent of sweat and hay thick around them. “Yes. That’s it. Let go.”

Jenny’s scream rattled the barn rafters, her nails clawing at the wood behind her as the climax tore through her. Peridot kept her pinned, grinding forward with small, precise thrusts that milked every shudder, every spasm. Just before the final wave crashed, Peridot’s claw tapped the collar snug against Jenny’s throat, locking it with a triumphant click.

The device thrummed in harmony with Jenny’s pulse, amplifying every twitch of release until she was trembling, sweat-slick and gasping, her body betraying her with helpless aftershocks. Her eyes rolled back for a moment, lips forming Peridot’s name in a broken chant.

Peridot leaned back, grinning feral, visor askew and fogged. “Perfect,” she breathed, her tiny hands tightening on Jenny’s hips. “Exactly perfect. You see now, don’t you? How good my genius feels?”

Jenny slumped against the workbench, chest heaving, her hand fluttering weakly up to touch the new weight at her throat. The metal was warm, pulsing faintly in rhythm with her heartbeat. She swallowed hard, eyes wide, face flushed. “Peri… what the hell did you just put on me?”

Peridot’s grin softened into something dangerously close to affectionate. She brushed a wet strand of Jenny’s hair off her forehead with a surprising gentleness, then tapped the collar with one finger. “That, Jenny Pizza, is proof. Proof that you belong to my experiment now.”

Jenny barked a shaky laugh, her voice still raw from moaning. “You… you’re insane. I just came harder than I ever have in my life, and you’re talking like a mad scientist.”

“Correct,” Peridot chirped proudly, hopping down off the bench and tugging the straps loose from her harness. She looked back up at Jenny, smirk sharp again. “But also correct: you enjoyed every second. The collar amplifies pleasure. Makes everything brighter. It’s a symbol of control control—but it’s also a connection. Between you and me.”

Jenny’s hand lingered on the metal at her throat. She bit her lip, still catching her breath, eyes darting between the device and the little green gremlin standing smugly in front of her.

“…Shit,” she muttered finally, her grin curling back slow and shaky. “Guess I’m in it now, huh?”

Peridot cackled, clapping her hands together gleefully. “Yes! Data confirmed: Jenny Pizza accepts her place in my ongoing project!” She spun on her heel, tablet already in her hand, scribbling furiously. “Subject responded excellently to oral calibration, begged for penetration trials, climax enhanced significantly by collar induction—”

Jenny groaned, dragging a hand down her sweaty face, still smiling. “God, you’re impossible.”

Peridot paused, looking back at her with that same crooked grin. “And yet, you’re smiling.”

Jenny laughed again, softer this time, tugging her tank top back into place. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Jenny was still catching her breath when Peridot tapped the collar again with her stylus. It thrummed faintly under her skin, like a second pulse. Jenny shivered at the sensation, the faint aftershocks of her climax still humming through her thighs.

“Phase five,” Peridot announced, hopping lightly back up onto the bench beside her. She sat there cross-legged like a queen on a throne, the faint glow of the tablet casting her grin in green light. “Debriefing and secondary data collection.”

Jenny groaned but smirked despite herself. “You really never turn it off, do you?”

Peridot’s eyes gleamed. “I turn you on, though. That’s what matters.” She spread her knees slightly, patting the space between them with one small, imperious gesture. “Come here. While I explain, you can demonstrate your… assimilation.”

Jenny raised a brow, still flushed, but the collar’s hum and the memory of her orgasm made her body move before her brain could second-guess. She slid off the bench onto her knees, her hands gliding up Peridot’s little thighs, palms warm and reverent.

“That’s better,” Peridot purred, settling back against the workbench, one hand tangling in Jenny’s hair. Her clothing shimmered and disappeared, living her tiny green body bare for Jenny to admire. “Listen closely. The collar you’re wearing has multiple functions. It amplifies pleasure, as you just experienced. It can also—” she tilted Jenny’s chin up with two fingers, smirk twitching, “—turn invisible.”

Jenny’s eyes flicked up at her. “Invisible?”

“Yes,” Peridot said, tapping her stylus against the collar. With a soft click and a shimmer of light, the metal vanished, leaving only the faintest pulse at Jenny’s throat. “To the outside world, it’s gone. You’ll live your daily life as usual. But you’ll feel it. Always. A hum, a warmth, a constant reminder of who you belong to.”

Jenny swallowed, her hands sliding higher up Peridot’s thighs until they rested against the scientist’s hips. “And you can… what, call me with it?”

Peridot’s grin sharpened. “Exactly. I send a signal—” she wiggled her stylus for emphasis— “and you’ll feel a vibration at your throat. That’s me telling you I want you at the barn. You’ll come. Eagerly.”

The collar thrummed in demonstration, sending a small pulse down into Jenny’s skin. She shuddered, her hands tightening instinctively on Peridot’s hips.

“See?” Peridot purred, stroking her hair. “Already responding.”

Jenny chuckled softly, eyes dropping to the space between Peridot’s thighs. “You’re… intense.”

“And you,” Peridot said, tugging lightly at her hair, “are mine. Show me.”

Jenny’s smirk flickered back into place, but softer now, less defiant. “Yes, ma’am.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the inside of Peridot’s thigh, kissing upward, her tongue tracing along soft green skin.

Peridot hissed through her teeth, fingers tangling tighter in Jenny’s hair. “Good girl,” she murmured, shifting her hips forward, her legs falling open under Jenny’s mouth. “That’s it. Show me your devotion while I finish my explanation.”

Jenny’s tongue circled her pussy, found its rhythm, and Peridot’s voice hitched before resuming, smug and breathy at once. “When you’re out there, living your little human life, no one will know. Not your father. Not your sister. Not your grandmother. But you will know. Every time you feel this hum…” she tapped the invisible collar with a trembling claw, “…you’ll remember tonight. You’ll remember who made you break.”

Jenny moaned softly against her, the hum of the collar sparking faint pulses of heat under her skin as she serviced Peridot, more eager and open now than she’d been all evening.

Peridot tilted her head back, visor sliding down, a rare purr slipping out of her throat. “Yesss. Perfect. Data confirmed: subject fully receptive.” She tugged Jenny closer, voice sharpening into a command. “Now finish me. Prove you’re ready for the next phase.”

Jenny’s laugh vibrated against her as she obeyed, tongue working harder, her hands bracing Peridot’s small hips, holding her there. Peridot’s words dissolved into breathy, triumphant moans, her stylus clattering to the floor as she tangled both hands in Jenny’s hair.

By the time Peridot’s orgasm rolled through her, the barn smelled of sweat, hay, and victory. Jenny stayed kneeling, licking her lips, eyes shining faintly.

Peridot slid off the bench, still trembling slightly, and cupped Jenny’s chin in her hand. “Excellent work,” she murmured, her grin crooked but softer. “You’re going to do wonderfully.”

Jenny chuckled, leaning into her touch, the invisible collar thrumming faintly at her throat. “Guess I am, huh?”

Peridot smirked, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You’re mine now. And I’m going to make you extraordinary.”