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

The barn smelled of sweat, rope, and ozone from Peridot’s tinkering. She’d spent the day preparing: ropes hanging from the rafters, her tablet balanced on the crate, a fresh version of her synthetic phallus charging in the corner.

Lapis was already secured, bound spread-eagle against a beam, wings pinned wide by loops of rope, her body bare and glistening under the lamp glow. She looked wrecked and regal at once, trembling in anticipation and shame.

Amethyst knelt at the center of the floor, wrists tied neatly behind her back, still riding the high of her first surrender. She smirked up at Peridot, but her breath was uneven, betraying the nerves under her bravado.

Peridot strutted between them like a general before her troops, chin high, glasses flashing. “Phase Four: simultaneous trial. Two subjects, one demonstration. Observation of cross-conditioning effects.”

She jabbed her stylus toward Amethyst. “Subject Two, crawl.”

Amethyst snorted. “For real?”

Peridot twisted a dial on the phallus, making it hum menacingly. “For real. Crawl to her. Show her you’re no better.”

Amethyst chuckled low, then obeyed, shuffling forward on her knees until she was eye-level with Lapis’s trembling thighs.

Peridot’s grin spread. “Excellent. Now… worship.”

Amethyst raised a brow. “You want me to—”

“Yes,” Peridot snapped, stepping behind her, gripping her hair and shoving her face closer. “Tongue out. Make her admit she loves being watched.”

Lapis gasped, straining against the ropes. “Peridot—!”

But Amethyst’s tongue was already dragging up her slit, slow and deliberate. Lapis screamed, head slamming back against the beam, wings fluttering helplessly.

“Confess!” Peridot barked, thrusting the buzzing phallus between Amethyst’s thighs from behind, grinding it against her as she licked. “Tell her what you are!”

“I’m—ahh—I’m your slut!” Lapis sobbed, tears streaking her cheeks.

Peridot yanked Amethyst’s head back by the hair, making her slick chin glisten in the lamplight. “And you, Subject Two. Say it.”

Amethyst panted, eyes wild. “I’m your slut too, Peri.”

Peridot shoved the phallus inside her from behind with a single, vicious thrust. Amethyst cried out, body lurching forward, face burying back between Lapis’s legs.

The barn filled with the sounds: the wet suck of Amethyst’s tongue, Lapis’s broken sobs, the relentless buzz of Peridot’s invention. Peridot laughed over it all, manic and triumphant, riding the scene like a conductor with her symphony.

“Perfect!” she shrieked, tablet clutched tight in one hand, the device pistoning with the other. “Two subjects, breaking together! Confess again, both of you!”

“I’m your slut!” Lapis wailed, thighs shaking.

“I’m your toy!” Amethyst gasped around a mouthful of slick.

Peridot’s voice cracked, breathless. “Yes! Say it again, louder!”

The barn shook with their screams, the ropes creaked, the phallus thrummed, and Peridot laughed, drunk on victory.

When both of them finally collapsed, ruined and trembling — Lapis sagging against the beam, Amethyst sprawled face-down on the floor, ropes digging into her wrists — Peridot stood above them, chest heaving, glasses fogged. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, grinning wild and sharp.

“Phase Four… complete.”

The barn was quiet but for the low thrum of Peridot’s upgraded toy charging on its stand and the ragged breaths of her two subjects. Sweat slicked the boards, ropes dangled loose, the air heavy with the musk of everything they’d just done.

Peridot stood on the crate like a little green tyrant, tablet in one hand, stylus clicking as she dictated notes aloud. Her voice was hoarse, but the gleam in her eyes was merciless. “Phase Four successful. Both subjects responsive under simultaneous trial. Resistance minimal. Breakdown complete.”

She looked up, glasses slipping down her nose, a grin slicing across her face. “Which means…” she purred, hopping down with the synthetic phallus clutched in both hands, “…we begin Phase Five.”

Lapis and Amethyst lay sprawled on the floorboards, wrecked, trembling. Peridot dragged them both upright by their hair, forcing them face-to-face, their eyes glazed and reluctant.

“New variable: inter-subject interaction,” Peridot hissed, planting the humming shaft between them. “You’ll break each other for me.”

Lapis whimpered, shaking her head, but Peridot grabbed her chin, tilting her face toward Amethyst. “Kiss.”

Amethyst’s smirk flickered back to life, lazy and crooked. “Guess the boss wants a show.” She leaned in, lips crushing against Lapis’s, messy and hungry, tongues sliding as Peridot shoved them closer together by their hair.

“Good,” Peridot gasped, breathless with glee. “Now for the main event.” She shoved them both down to their knees, back to back, and jammed the device between their trembling holes. The synthetic shaft slid into each of them at once, the glowing tip pressing tight as their asses met, flesh to flesh, the toy bridging them together.

Both of them cried out in shock, voices clashing in the barn’s rafters.

Peridot’s laugh was manic. “Yes! Perfect! Test subject fusion!” She crouched down, eyes glittering, watching the shaft disappear inside both their bodies at once as they writhed against each other, forced to move in sync.

“Thrust,” she ordered, smacking Amethyst’s ass hard.

Amethyst groaned and obeyed, grinding back against Lapis, the shaft sliding deeper into both of them at once. Lapis screamed, her body arching helplessly as their movements dragged the toy in and out, obscene and perfect.

“Say it,” Peridot barked, clutching her tablet to her chest like scripture. “Say you’re nothing but toys, fused for me!”

“I’m your toy!” Lapis sobbed.

“I’m your slut!” Amethyst shouted, hips slamming back harder, making Lapis cry out again.

Peridot moaned openly, pressing a hand between her own thighs as she circled them, watching them grind, forced together, breaking each other under her command. “Yes… yes… mine!”

The barn shook with their screams, the buzzing phallus vibrating furiously between them, sweat and slick dripping down their thighs.

When they finally collapsed, tangled and ruined, the toy slipping free with a wet pop, Peridot stood over them, chest heaving, glasses fogged, stylus still clutched tight.

“Phase Five,” she rasped, voice trembling with triumph, “a resounding success.”

She crouched low, petting their sweat-soaked hair with shaking hands. “You’ll break each other every night now. You’ll do it for me, while I watch. And tomorrow…” Her grin turned cruel, manic. “…we escalate again.”

Lapis whimpered. Amethyst groaned. Peridot laughed, drunk on power, already scribbling notes into her tablet.

Peridot didn’t even bother to tidy the barn this time. The ropes stayed on the floor, the phallus lay glistening where it had fallen. She hopped up onto the crate, crossing her legs like a throne, glasses slipping down her nose. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed, but her grin was all sharp edges.

Below her, Lapis and Amethyst lay slumped in a heap — slick, trembling, hair matted to their faces. Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible string, they crawled toward her until they were kneeling at the foot of the crate, heads bowed.

Peridot tapped her stylus against her tablet, eyes glittering. “Phase Five: complete. Cross-conditioning successful. Two subjects… broken, compliant, addicted.” She chuckled low. “Better than any drone I’ve ever built.”

She set the tablet aside, dangling her bare feet off the crate. “You know what comes next.”

Lapis shuddered, eyes closing. Amethyst’s grin was gone now, her tongue flicking across her lips nervously.

Peridot wiggled her toes, smirking. “Worship.”

Lapis moved first, crawling the last distance and pressing her lips to Peridot’s foot, kissing along her arch. Amethyst followed, dragging her tongue up the other foot, moaning softly as she sucked her toes one by one.

Peridot sighed, leaning back on her hands, letting them work. “Perfect,” she murmured. “My puddle slut and my purple slut, on their knees, worshipping my feet like the obedient little toys they are.”

She shifted her toes between their mouths, making them suck and lick in turn. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your toy,” Lapis whispered against her sole.

“I’m your slut,” Amethyst mumbled around a toe, cheeks hollowing.

Peridot tilted her head, grin widening. “No, no… together now.”

They both gasped, then said in unison, “We’re your toys. Your sluts.”

Peridot laughed, the sound sharp and giddy, and pressed her feet harder into their mouths, making them gag slightly on her toes. “Good little specimens. This is what you’re for. To crawl. To lick. To break for me while I build my empire.”

She slid her toes free, wiping the spit on their cheeks like war paint. “And this…” she whispered, eyes glinting, “…is just the beginning. Yellow, Blue, White—they’ll all be kneeling just like you soon enough.”

Lapis whimpered, Amethyst moaned softly, their faces shining with spit and sweat as they leaned back into her feet, kissing again, helpless.

Peridot hummed happily, stylus already back in her hand, jotting a note with her free fingers while they licked. “Phase Six: global application. But tonight…” she purred, wiggling her toes in their mouths again, “…tonight I bask in my results.”

The barn creaked around them, the only sounds their wet kisses and Peridot’s soft, manic chuckle. Peridot leaned back on her palms, letting them lick and kiss, her toes flexing between their mouths. Her glasses slipped lower down her nose, and she didn’t bother fixing them. A crooked little smile cut across her face.

“Phase Five,” she said softly, almost to herself, “a total triumph. Two specimens reduced to worship, united in their degradation.” She gave a low chuckle, toes curling against their tongues. “Look at you both. Ocean fury and chaotic shapeshifter—now nothing but footstools and tongue-polishers.”

Lapis whimpered against her arch, kissing harder. Amethyst moaned, sucking her little toe with sloppy eagerness.

Peridot sighed like a queen on her throne. “This is aftercare, you know. You’ve earned this. My touch, my attention… this is how I show mercy to my pets.” She ruffled their hair with her small hands, smearing spit and sweat across their scalps.

Her grin sharpened. “But mercy doesn’t last. Tomorrow, the experiment expands.”

Both of them froze for a heartbeat, then licked harder, as if by worshipping better they could delay the inevitable.

Peridot’s eyes glinted in the lamplight. “Pearl will be next. Oh, the satisfaction I’ll take in peeling her perfect posture apart. She’ll tremble when I tell her she’s beneath me. She’ll beg me to order her around.”

Lapis groaned, Amethyst chuckled weakly against her toes.

“And Garnet,” Peridot continued, her voice rising with manic delight, “she’ll be harder. But I’ll break her piece by piece—Ruby raging until I tame her, Sapphire moaning for surprises until she can’t stop. When they kneel beside you two, you’ll see what true conquest looks like.”

She pressed her heels against their cheeks, smearing spit across their faces, forcing them to look up at her. “And when the Diamonds fall…” She giggled, high and sharp. “…then I’ll sit upon a throne of tongues and toes, and the universe will know who it belongs to.”

She shoved her feet back into their mouths, silencing them with the taste of salt and dust. “But tonight, you’re mine. My first. My foundation.”

Lapis whimpered around her toes. Amethyst sucked harder, moaning shamelessly.

Peridot’s grin widened, feral and satisfied. She leaned her head back, glasses slipping crooked, tablet buzzing faintly with her half-finished notes. “Phase Six,” she murmured, voice thick with glee. “Conquest scaling. Test subjects enthusiastic. Control: absolute.”

And below her, her two ruined pets licked and kissed, broken and worshipful, as she dreamed aloud of the empire yet to come.