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 silence was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of Peridot’s discarded device still cooling on the prep counter. Jenny’s smirk was gone now, her lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced sidelong at her sister. Kiki had gone stiff, her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking with a mix of shame and nervous laughter.

Nanefua’s cane tapped against the tiles as she stepped forward, her sharp eyes cutting into the scene like knives. “Tch. And what manner of circus is this?”

Peridot hopped down from the counter with a little thunk, wiping her toes on Kiki’s flushed cheek for emphasis before landing squarely in front of the old woman. Her crooked visor flashed as she smirked, claws flexing in barely-contained glee.

“You see, matriarch Pizza, last time you dismissed me,” she hissed, her grin sharp. “Sprayed me like a cat! You thought me ridiculous. But look!” She threw her arms wide, pointing dramatically at the twins, still naked and trembling on their knees. “Your precious granddaughters now kneel at my feet! Collared, conquered, catalogued. They belong to me.”

Jenny flinched, her mouth opening, then closing again. “…Oh, shit,” she muttered under her breath.

Kiki let out a nervous, mortified laugh, peeking between her fingers. “Oh my god, I can’t believe she’s—she’s actually saying this out loud—”

Nanefua’s lips pursed, her cane thudding against the tiles once, hard. “Child,” she said flatly, her voice carrying the weight of authority honed over decades. “You talk too much.”

Peridot bristled, stomping her bootless foot against the floor with a sharp slap. “Incorrect! I talk exactly as much as necessary to emphasize my brilliance!” She jabbed a claw toward Jenny and Kiki. “They prove me right. They are evidence of my superiority, my irresistible genius!”

Nanefua’s gaze flicked to the twins. Jenny clenched her jaw, crossing her arms over her bare chest, trying to look unfazed but flushing anyway. “Don’t look at me like that, Gunga. I made my choice.”

Kiki groaned, collapsing onto her elbows, her voice muffled against the counter. “Oh my god, please kill me now…”

Nanefua’s stare hardened, her cane tapping again, closer this time. “Choices can be unmade.”

Peridot stepped in front of her subjects, arms spread wide, her grin feral. “Not these. The collars are mine. The power is mine. You can’t stop what’s already done.”

Jenny’s smirk flickered back, just for a second, as she muttered, “She’s not wrong…”

Kiki groaned louder, shaking her head furiously, though her thighs pressed together under the counter, betraying her.

Nanefua raised her cane, pointing it like a weapon at Peridot’s chest. “Little green girl, you’ve poked your nose where it doesn’t belong. And now, you’ve tangled with my blood. That means you’ve tangled with me.”

Peridot’s smirk twitched wider, sharp as glass. Her claws flexed, her eyes gleaming with spite and hunger. “Excellent. A worthy challenge at last.”

Jenny and Kiki both gasped softly, their shame momentarily forgotten as the tension in the kitchen spiked like a live wire.

Nanefua’s cane thudded against the counter with a sharp tok-tok, her gaze pinning the twins in place. “Mm-hm. My grandbabies. Naked on my counter like raw fish. Tell me, Jenny, is this what you call ambition? Because I call it nonsense.”

Jenny flinched but managed to smirk, arms still crossed over her chest. “It’s not nonsense, Gunga. I… I wanted this. I’m not ashamed.”

Nanefua’s brow shot up, her lips curling wry. “Not ashamed? Hah! You’ll be ashamed when I tell your papa. You think he won’t march in here to set you straight?”

Jenny groaned, rolling her eyes. “Oh, c’mon—”

Kiki peeked up from her folded arms, her cheeks blazing red. “Gunga, please don’t—oh my god, please just—don’t say anything—”

Nanefua jabbed her cane toward Kiki. “And you, my sweet obedient one! Always jogging, always helping in the kitchen. Now look at you — face-down like a pancake, shaking like you’ve run five marathons. For this?” She turned her sharp eyes back to Peridot, her tone dripping sarcasm. “For a little green goblin with no shoes?”

Peridot cackled, hopping onto the prep counter with a smug bounce, planting her bare feet squarely beside the twins’ flushed faces. “Correction: not goblin. Genius. You may not comprehend, elder, but your granddaughters do.” She wriggled her toes triumphantly against Jenny’s cheek, making Kiki squeak as they brushed hers too. “See? Already devoted. Already mine.”

Jenny snorted, despite herself, leaning into the foot like she was making a point. “She’s not wrong, Gunga. I’m into this.”

Kiki groaned, muffling her face against her arm again. “Don’t listen to her, please…”

Nanefua arched a brow, lips twitching into a small smirk despite her glare. “Hmph. You really think waving your little green toes around makes you a queen? You are a mosquito, child. And you’ve bitten where you shouldn’t.”

Peridot gasped in mock offense, clutching her chest. “Mosquito?! I am a predator! They came for me! They begged for me! And you—” she leaned forward, visor glinting—“you rejected me. Sprayed me like vermin. And now? Look. Evidence of my superiority kneels right before you.”

Nanefua tilted her head, unimpressed. “Superiority? Pfft. Looks like desperation to me. My grandbabies are young and foolish. They got tricked by a fast-talking gremlin with toys. That’s not power, that’s cheating.”

Jenny bristled. “It’s not cheating. I chose this.”

Kiki groaned again, muffled. “…She’s not wrong about the gremlin part though.”

Peridot hissed through her teeth, smirk twitching wider. “Mock me all you like. The fact remains: they’re mine. And you can’t change that.”

Nanefua planted her cane firmly, her voice sharp as a whip. “Then prove it. If you’re as clever as you think, if you’re more than just noise and gadgets, give me the chance to take them back.”

Peridot froze for a beat, then grinned slow and sharp. “Oh-ho… now we’re talking.”

Jenny glanced between them, wary. “…What are you planning?”

Kiki peeked out from her arms, her blush rising again. “Oh no…”

Peridot stood tall on the counter, her visor flashing, her grin vicious. “A challenge. A game. Your matriarch against my genius. If she wins, she frees you. If she loses…” She crouched low, her grin feral. “…she kneels beside you.”

Nanefua’s smirk sharpened, her cane tapping once more. “Child, you don’t know who you’re playing with. But fine. I’ll play your little game.”

The air in the kitchen went thick with tension as Jenny swallowed hard, Kiki whimpered softly, and Peridot cackled triumphantly.

“Excellent,” Peridot purred. “Phase Six begins.”

She jumped down from the counter, boots forgotten, her bare feet slapping on the tile as she snatched a new device from her kit — a sleek, black collar with a faint green pulse running through it. She held it up between two fingers like a magician revealing her trump card.

“Phase Six: competitive evaluation trial,” she announced, voice carrying like a proclamation. “Parameters: mutual oral stimulation — humans call it a ‘sixty-nine.’ Whomever climaxes first… loses.”

The kitchen went silent.

Jenny blinked. “…You’re kidding.”

Kiki made a small strangled noise and buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god…”

Nanefua’s brows climbed halfway up her forehead. She looked at Peridot, then at the collar, then back at Peridot. “Child,” she said flatly, “you are out of your little green mind.”

Peridot’s grin went manic. “Not at all! Perfectly sane. This is the ideal test — a battle of endurance, willpower, technique! If I lose, your granddaughters’ collars are removed and they’re free. But if you lose…” She held up the collar like a crown, its glow pulsing ominously. “…this goes on you.”

Jenny’s smirk crept back, her eyes glittering. “Holy crap, Gunga. She’s actually serious.”

Nanefua snorted, folding her arms over her apron. “Serious? She’s insane. You think I’m going to do—”

Peridot cut her off, hopping back onto the counter so she could look the older woman in the eye. “Oh, you will. Because you’re proud. Because you can’t walk away after your big speech about taking your granddaughters back. Because if you win, you get everything. And if you lose…” she purred, wiggling the collar, “…you prove I’m unbeatable.”

Nanefua stared at her for a long moment, cane tapping slowly on the floor. “Ain’t nobody ever dared talk to me like this,” she muttered. Then she chuckled, low and dangerous. “You’ve got gall, little green girl. More than anyone I’ve seen in a long time.”

Jenny swallowed hard, glancing at her sister. “She’s not actually… she wouldn’t…”

Kiki peeked up with wide eyes, whispering, “She might.”

Nanefua’s chuckle turned into a sharp, confident laugh. She pointed her cane at Peridot like a duelist. “Fine. You want your little contest? I’ll play. But if I win, I take my babies back and you stay out of our shop forever. And I mean forever.”

Peridot licked her lips, hands flexing as she handed the collar to Jenny. “Deal. You’ll want to hold this, Jenny. When she breaks — and she will break — you snap it on right before climax. Maximum efficiency.”

Jenny took the collar slowly, her eyes flicking from her grandmother to Peridot. “This is insane…”

Peridot’s grin sharpened. “No. This is science.”

Nanefua rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Lord, give me strength,” before straightening her shoulders. “Alright, goblin. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Kiki squeaked, her hands fluttering nervously. “Oh my god this is actually happening…”

Peridot spread her arms, visor gleaming. “Excellent. Let the trial begin.”

Peridot dragged a chair with a squeal across the tile, flipping it upside-down and shoving tables aside in a flurry of manic energy. “Arena preparation: commencing!” she crowed, her bare feet padding quick against the linoleum as she pushed booths out of the way. “Optimal viewing angles required! The experiment must be documented!”

Jenny leaned on the counter, still naked, the collar dangling lazily from her fingers. “She’s actually turning the restaurant into a wrestling ring.”

Kiki’s face was still buried in her hands, but her muffled groan made it clear she agreed. “We’re so dead if anyone walks in…”

Nanefua didn’t so much as flinch. She set her cane carefully against the wall, untied her apron with slow, deliberate motions, and dropped it onto the nearest chair. “You’re making a mess in my shop,” she muttered, tugging at the hem of her blouse.

Peridot spun, eyes gleaming behind her yellow visor, one hand pointing dramatically. “Incorrect! This is not a mess—it’s a laboratory!” She yanked another chair into place, shoving it against the first until they formed a makeshift platform. “Behold! The battleground of will!”

Nanefua pulled her blouse free, revealing wiry muscle beneath aged skin, her body still strong despite the lines of age. She snorted, tossing the fabric aside. “Battleground of foolishness, more like.”

Jenny’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god, she’s actually—”

Nanefua shot her a sharp look that made Jenny snap her mouth shut, though the smirk never fully left her face.

Peridot hopped up onto the makeshift platform with a little bounce, her grin manic as she adjusted the straps of her harness. “Yes, yes, undress yourself, opponent! Shed the symbols of your mundane existence and prepare for combat!” She posed atop the chairs like a gladiator, visor glinting. “This will be a contest for the ages!”

Nanefua slipped off her skirt with measured calm, folding it neatly before placing it over the back of a chair. Her sass never faltered. “Child, the only thing this will be is embarrassing—for you.”

Kiki peeked through her fingers, voice squeaking. “Gunga, I don’t think you should—”

“Quiet, baby,” Nanefua said firmly, her voice brooking no argument. She removed the last of her clothes with surprising grace, standing tall (for her) and unashamed, her dark skin strong and proud beneath the fluorescent lights. She looked Peridot square in the eye. “If this is what it takes to drag you down, then so be it.”

Peridot’s grin widened into something feral. “Magnificent. A warrior spirit in an elder’s body. Yes… this is exactly the challenge I wanted!” She spread her arms wide. “Jenny, Kiki—bear witness as your matriarch falls!”

Jenny twirled the collar around her fingers, muttering under her breath, “Yeah, this is definitely going down as the weirdest day of my life…”

Kiki whimpered softly, her blush spreading clear down her chest. “I can’t watch this. I have to watch this. Oh god.”

Peridot crouched low on her little arena, visor slipping down her nose, her grin sharp as glass. “Prepare yourself, Nanefua Pizza. Because once this trial begins, there is no turning back.”

Nanefua rolled her shoulders, cracked her neck, and climbed onto the platform with calm precision. “Then stop yapping, goblin,” she said dryly, settling into place. “Let’s get this foolishness over with.”

Peridot cackled, triumphant. “Excellent! Commencing trial in three… two…”

The twins both gasped as their grandmother lay down opposite the tiny green menace, the absurdity of the moment hanging like thick smoke in the air.

“…One.”

Peridot crouched on the edge of her makeshift arena like a feral cat about to pounce. Her visor slid low on her nose, green eyes gleaming with manic triumph. “Engage!”

She launched herself forward with a little screech of glee, spinning mid-air so she landed neatly across Nanefua’s chest, her face diving between the older woman’s thighs as if she’d rehearsed it a thousand times. Her small, wiry body pressed down firmly, her own legs spreading wide over Nanefua’s face.

Jenny let out a strangled laugh. “She actually did it. She just—oh my god.”

Kiki squeaked, her hands flapping helplessly in the air. “I can’t—I can’t look—but I am looking!”

Nanefua didn’t miss a beat. She growled low, grabbing Peridot’s ass with hands that still had plenty of strength in them, dragging her down onto her face. “You want to play games, goblin? Then I’ll show you what happens to noisy children.”

Peridot gasped, then cackled, her voice muffled between Nanefua’s thighs. “Yes! Fight back! Resist! It makes the data so much sweeter!” She buried her face deeper, her tongue lashing out with greedy precision.

Nanefua snorted against her, biting back a groan. “Tch. Sloppy. You wiggle like a fish. You think you can beat me like this?” Her voice vibrated into Peridot’s slick folds, making the little green scientist jolt with a startled moan.

Jenny winced and laughed at once, one hand over her face. “Gunga’s talking shit while eating her out. This is insane.”

Kiki squealed into her hands, peeking through her fingers. “She’s not even flinching! Oh god, oh god…”

Peridot bucked against the older woman’s mouth, her fingers digging into Nanefua’s thighs for leverage. “Nnnnhh—impressive—most humans would already be broken! But not you… hah… you’re a warrior specimen!” She retaliated by sucking hard on a tender spot, her muffled voice purring. “Let’s see how long your legendary endurance lasts!”

Nanefua growled, her hands gripping tighter on Peridot’s ass as she returned the favor with devastating focus. “Endurance? Girl, I raised a family on my back, worked double shifts, marched in protests, and still had time to dance all night. You think your little tongue can outlast me?”

Peridot’s laugh broke into a shaky moan. “Y-yes! Brag! It only makes your collapse more satisfying!”

Jenny leaned forward, collar still dangling from her hand, her grin sharp despite her blush. “Oh, this is good. This is so good.”

Kiki moaned softly, burying her face in Jenny’s shoulder. “We’re going to hell. Straight to hell. With front-row seats.”

Peridot writhed on top, her voice high and manic as she gasped between wet, greedy sounds. “C-calibrating—hah! She’s stronger than projected—b-but she’ll crack—data doesn’t lie!”

Nanefua chuckled dark, muffled under Peridot’s slick mound. “Data? The only data here is your little green legs shaking like noodles.” She nipped sharply, making Peridot yelp. “Admit it. You’re scared.”

Peridot howled with laughter, her fingers clutching at Nanefua’s thighs as she pressed harder. “Scared?! N-never! This—hahh—this is glorious! This is the greatest trial I’ve ever conducted!”

Jenny groaned, torn between covering her eyes and staring. “She’s actually enjoying this like a lab experiment.”

Kiki whimpered, peeking with wide eyes. “What if… what if Gunga actually wins?”

Jenny smirked, lifting the collar. “Then I don’t get to use this toy. But if she loses…”

The hum of the collar filled the room faintly, ominous under the messy, wet symphony of the two women locked in their absurd battle.

Nanefua’s voice rumbled low against Peridot’s trembling body. “You’re gonna crack, goblin. And when you do, my grandbabies come home.”

Peridot moaned sharp, defiant, her grin twitching wider even as her thighs quivered. “W-wrong. They’re mine. You’ll see. You’ll scream my name before I’m done.”

Jenny and Kiki exchanged a look, both flushed, both horrified, both riveted.

The battle of tongues and wills raged on as the restaurant echoed with wet sounds, ragged breaths, and a symphony of taunts bouncing off tile and glass.

Peridot writhed on top of Nanefua, her wiry frame trembling with effort as she ground her greedy mouth harder into her elder opponent’s folds. Her visor had slipped sideways, lens fogged, her teeth flashing in manic grins between sloppy licks.

“Y-yes! This is it!” she gasped, her voice muffled against flesh. “Endurance trial at m-maximum output!” Her little green toes curled, claws biting into Nanefua’s thighs as she bucked against the relentless assault below. “But y-you’ll crack—everyone cracks—eventually—hahhh!”

Nanefua didn’t budge. She held Peridot’s hips down with a grip like iron, her voice rumbling up through the green gem’s trembling body. “Keep talking, goblin. The louder you yap, the faster your little legs shake.”

She punctuated it with a long, devastating suck that made Peridot jolt, yelping into her opponent’s heat with a muffled squeal.

Jenny groaned, her smirk wide as she spun the collar around one finger. “Holy crap, Gunga’s going hard.”

Kiki squeaked, half-hiding her face behind her hands but still peeking through trembling fingers. “She’s—she’s not even breaking a sweat! Peri looks like she’s gonna short-circuit!”

Peridot laughed wild and high, her visor slipping off completely to clatter on the floor. Her voice shook, but her bravado never faltered. “Nnnnhhh—you underestimate—hahhh—my stamina! I’ve trained! T-twin endurance trials! Synthetic phallus calibrations! I am unstoppable!”

Nanefua chuckled dark against her, biting gently to make Peridot yelp again. “You’re a child. I’ve been outlasting men twice your size since before your kind ever landed here.” She licked slow, deliberate, savoring every twitch she dragged out of her opponent. “You’ve got tricks. I’ve got experience.”

Peridot moaned, her laugh breaking into shudders, yet she refused to yield. “E-experience is… overrrr-rated! G-genius outpaces age every time!” She retaliated with a vicious suck of her own, her voice muffled but triumphant.

Nanefua’s groan slipped, low and hot, but she snorted right after, masking it with sass. “Heh. A lucky nibble. You think that rattles me?”

Jenny’s eyes gleamed. “Ohhh, I heard that. That was a slip. Gunga felt that.”

Kiki slapped her sister’s arm. “Don’t say it out loud!”

Peridot latched onto the sound like blood in the water. “Yesss! A response! Recorded and confirmed! The elder can be shaken!” She writhed gleefully, her tongue working with manic precision, her voice a mix of triumph and desperate moans as Nanefua’s mouth punished her in return.

Nanefua growled against her, her voice deep and steady. “Careful, goblin. You celebrate too soon. You’re dripping all over my chin.”

Peridot’s face went beet-red, but her grin only widened. “Y-yesss! Because I’m running hot! I-I could climax anytime! But I won’t! I won’t!”

Jenny snorted, shaking her head, though her blush burned deep. “She’s bluffing. She’s right on the edge. I can tell.”

Kiki whimpered, clutching her hands to her chest. “She can’t—she can’t lose…”

The duel raged on, bodies slick with sweat, their voices colliding in messy bursts:

“Sloppy—hahhh—” Nanefua hissed.

“Strong but not invincible!” Peridot gasped.

“Your little legs are shaking like a leaf.”

“S-steady—tongue faster—hahhh—”

“Pitiful—barely even tickles me.”

“Then why are you groaning, hmm?!”

The twins shifted restlessly, their faces twisted between horror and fascination as they watched their grandmother and the tiny gremlin clash with obscene, stubborn intensity.

Minutes dragged long, the air heavy with musk and heat. Nanefua’s breaths grew heavier, but her voice never lost its sharpness. “Goblin, you’re too loud to last. All bark. No bite.”

Peridot’s voice cracked into laughter, wet and high-pitched. “And yet you’re shaking beneath me! Admit it! Admit I’m breaking you down!”

Nanefua growled, her nails digging into green hips, pulling Peridot tighter against her mouth. “Never. You’ll break first.”

Their cries tangled louder, wetter, the rhythm building like a storm. Jenny leaned forward, her smirk curling sharp as she held the humming collar up high. “Ohhh, this is it. One of them’s about to fall.”

Kiki’s voice cracked, her blush blazing scarlet. “Please don’t let it be Gunga…”

Peridot’s wiry frame quaked on top of Nanefua, her toes curling, claws scrabbling for grip against slick thighs. Her laugh broke into shrill, broken moans, her voice pitching higher and higher with every wet lash of Nanefua’s tongue.

“Ahhh—hahhhh—nnnhhh—data compromised—s-systems overheating!” she cried, her little green hips bucking helplessly against Nanefua’s face. Her words tangled into shrieks and groans, utterly shameless. “I-I can’t—I c-can’t hold—!”

Jenny’s eyes widened, her smirk faltering. “…Holy crap. She’s actually—”

Kiki gasped, clutching her hands together like she was praying. “She’s losing! Gunga’s winning!”

Nanefua chuckled deep, smugness vibrating against Peridot’s trembling body. “That’s right, goblin. You talked big, but in the end, you’re just another loud mouth who can’t handle the heat.” She nipped hard, earning a sharp squeal. “Go on, give it up. Surrender your toys and your tricks. My babies are coming home.”

Peridot’s nails dug into her opponent’s thighs, her entire body trembling, her cries growing more desperate. “N-nooo—ahhh—nnhhh, y-you’re t-too strong—I c-can’t—!” Her visor clattered further away across the tiles as she thrashed, her little frame convulsing with the show of helplessness.

Jenny clenched her jaw, torn. “Shit. She’s… she’s actually breaking.”

Kiki let out a squeaky laugh of relief, sagging onto the counter. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it—Gunga’s actually winning—”

But through her cracked, ragged cries, Peridot’s grin twitched. Small, sharp, feral.

Nanefua didn’t see it. She pressed harder, voice smug and steady. “You see? You can’t play with me, goblin. I’ve seen more sunrises than you’ve had tantrums. You’re finished.”

Peridot moaned louder, shameless, letting her hips grind harder like she was riding the edge. “Ahhh—hahhh—so cloooose—I’m g-gonna—hahhh—nnnnhhh—!”

Jenny leaned forward, clutching the collar tight in her hand. “She’s seconds away…”

Kiki squeezed her eyes shut. “Please let it be Peri, please—”

And then, under all the cries and trembling, Peridot whispered low into Nanefua’s slick folds, her words muffled but vicious, meant only for her:

“…got you.”

Her tongue lashed with sudden, ruthless precision, locking onto the sensitive spot she’d mapped earlier. Her sham screams shifted into manic laughter even as she writhed on top, doubling down with cruel, relentless focus.

Nanefua’s body jerked, her smug voice faltering into a low, shocked groan.

Jenny’s eyes went wide. “Ohhh no. She baited her. Shit, just like she did to me at the arcade.”

Kiki’s gasp turned into a broken squeak. “Oh my god oh my god—”

Peridot cackled, muffled and manic, her sham trembling giving way to vicious thrusts of her tongue. “Phase complete—target compromised—victory imminent!”

Nanefua hissed through her teeth, clutching tighter at Peridot’s hips as her composure cracked for the first time, a raw groan tearing free from her throat.

Jenny’s grin returned, sharp as she raised the collar. “Here we go…”

Nanefua’s grip tightened on Peridot’s hips, her nails digging crescents into green skin as she tried to hold the line. Her voice, once steady and sharp, came out rougher now, betraying strain. “Y-you… tricky little goblin…”

Peridot cackled against her, her tongue merciless as it lashed again and again at the weak point she’d locked onto. “Ahhh—hahhhh—systems st-still overheating—b-but calibrated for maximum output!” Her cries rang out like messy desperation, but every flick was precise, calculated cruelty.

Jenny leaned forward, eyes wide, collar clutched tight. “Ohhhh damn, Gunga’s slipping—look at her legs!”

Kiki whimpered, her hands fluttering helplessly. “She’s shaking—oh god, she’s actually shaking!”

Nanefua groaned low, her jaw tightening against the onslaught, her voice strained but defiant. “Don’t think… don’t think a cheap trick will—hahhh—take me down…”

Peridot squealed, bucking against her face, her whole little body trembling with sham spasms as she let out high-pitched cries. “Ahhh—hahhh—I’m g-gonna—nnnhhh! Can’t—hold—!” Her voice cracked, utterly convincing.

Nanefua grinned weakly, breath hitching. “Th-that’s right… break, goblin… break—”

But Peridot’s grin split wider, sharp and feral, even as she moaned. She ground her face deeper, tongue vibrating with cruel purpose. “N-nooo—I-I can’t—hahhh—I c-can’t stop—!” she cried, even as Nanefua’s thighs twitched, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Jenny gasped. “Holy shit, Peri’s faking it—she’s stringing her along!”

Kiki’s blush burned scarlet, her voice breaking. “Nnnnnghh I can’t—this is too much!”

Nanefua let out a guttural groan, her composure fracturing. “D-damn you—ahhh—sneaky—little—” Her words dissolved into a shudder as Peridot sucked hard at the trembling spot, her claws scraping Nanefua’s thighs gleefully.

Peridot shrieked in mock desperation, her little body convulsing dramatically. “Nnnnhhh—I’m gonna—g-gonna lose—hahhh—I c-can’t—!”

And all the while, her grin was vicious, her tongue merciless.

Nanefua’s moans grew louder, rawer, her legs trembling violently as her pride cracked under the assault. She tried to snarl, but it came out half a cry. “Y-you won’t… you won’t—hahhh—beat me—”

Peridot laughed high and sharp between sham cries, riding the rhythm of her opponent’s faltering will. “Y-yesss—hahhh—keep talking—your voice betrays you—nnhhh, every word, every groan—data confirmed—you’re breaking!”

Jenny’s smirk widened, her knuckles white around the collar. “She’s done for. Just a little longer…”

Kiki pressed her hands to her face, peeking through trembling fingers. “Oh no… oh no oh no oh no…”

Nanefua writhed beneath Peridot, her pride clashing with raw sensation, every groan louder than the last. Her cane clattered uselessly against the wall where she’d left it, forgotten as her body betrayed her, shuddering against the tiny green tormentor’s mouth.

Peridot squealed louder, her fake climax building to a fever pitch, masking her cruel precision. “Nnnnhhh—hahhh—c-can’t hold—any second now—!”

But her grin sharpened into a predator’s snarl, her tongue unrelenting. “—but it won’t be me.”

Nanefua’s sharp wit cracked into a raw, broken cry.

Jenny shot upright, collar ready, her eyes wide and gleaming. “This is it—!”

Kiki clutched her sister’s arm, trembling. “Gunga—!”

Nanefua’s groan rose sharp, her legs trembling violently as her body seized under Peridot’s merciless tonguework. Her hand slammed against the chair beneath her, nails clawing the wood as she bucked once, hard—

—and then she wrenched in a ragged breath, forcing herself back from the edge with sheer will.

“Hhhhnnngh—no… not… yet…” she rasped, her voice cracked but defiant. Sweat glistened on her dark skin, her proud jaw trembling, but her eyes still burned with stubborn fire.

Jenny leaned forward, collar raised, her grin faltering. “She… she pulled it back?”

Kiki gasped, hands pressed to her mouth. “Oh my god, she actually—”

Peridot froze for a beat, then cackled manically into Nanefua’s folds, the sound muffled but sharp. She pulled back just enough to sneer, her lips slick. “Magnificent! Such stubbornness! Such pride! But it won’t last—data shows diminishing returns—your endurance is slipping!”

Nanefua hissed through her teeth, her voice ragged. “Y-you think I… break that easy? Foolish goblin…” She clenched her thighs, trying to trap Peridot’s head, but her legs quivered too much to hold.

Peridot squealed like a machine on overload, her body shaking with mock desperation. “Nnnnhhh—I can’t—c-can’t hold—hahhh—so close—so close—!” Her cries rang through the room, selling the illusion of her own impending collapse—while her tongue dove mercilessly back into its target, relentless as ever.

Nanefua arched, a strangled cry tearing out of her throat as another wave wracked her body. Her pride barely clawed her back again, her breaths ragged, face twisting as she fought off the second climax.

Jenny’s smirk crept back, sharper. “Oh, she’s slipping. Every time she pulls back, it’s weaker.”

Kiki whimpered, her whole face aflame. “Sh-she can’t keep this up! Peri’s gonna—she’s—oh my god…”

Peridot cackled high and wild, moaning shamelessly as she ground herself against Nanefua’s mouth. “Nnnnhhh—I-I’m g-gonna—hahhh—I’m right there—!” Her cries rose to fever pitch, masking the precision of her merciless flicks and sucks.

Nanefua let out another broken groan, her body convulsing against the assault. She panted, words cracking apart. “N-no… no… not—again—!”

But she was trembling, bucking, her hips jerking with every wet lash of Peridot’s tongue.

“Yesss!” Peridot shrieked, manic joy in every syllable. “Another near-climax! Your will crumbles like brittle stone! Every denial weakens you further—hahhh—you’ll shatter!”

Nanefua tried to bite back a groan, but it tore out anyway, raw and guttural, shaking her whole frame. Her nails scraped furrows into the chair beneath her, her head thrown back, her chest heaving. “D-damn you—tricky—little—!”

Jenny’s eyes gleamed, collar humming faintly in her hands. “One more. One more and she’s done.”

Kiki hid her face, peeking through trembling fingers, her breath quick. “Please don’t—please—!”

Peridot howled with manic glee, her sham cries blurring with laughter. “Th-this is it—hahhh—data confirmed—your collapse is inevitable! I’ve mapped your weaknesses, your every twitch—nnnnhhh—I’m c-c-calibrated for your destruction!”

Nanefua’s voice cracked into a raw scream as Peridot bore down harder, her body seizing once more—only this time, her pride couldn’t claw her back. Her thighs clamped tight, shuddering violently as her composure shattered.

Jenny pounced, slamming the glowing collar around her grandmother’s neck just as the cry peaked. The device hummed to life, locking with a sharp click.

Nanefua screamed again, the collar pulsing with cruel precision, amplifying every spasm, every humiliating tremor until she collapsed into the chair, trembling, wrecked, defeated.

Peridot pulled back at last, sitting upright with her face slick and triumphant, her grin feral. “Victory!” she crowed, pumping a fist in the air. “The matriarch falls! Collared, catalogued, conquered!”

Jenny smirked wide, her voice shaky but giddy. “Holy shit. She actually did it.”

Kiki sobbed into her hands, her whole face scarlet. “I can’t believe—oh my god, Gunga…”

Nanefua lay gasping, sweat beading her strong frame, the collar’s green glow faint against her trembling throat. Her proud eyes burned with fury and humiliation—but the device hummed, thrumming her nerves with undeniable truth.

Peridot cackled, leaping to her feet atop the arena chairs, throwing her arms wide. “Behold! The Pizza family—all mine!”

Jenny raised her fist, still smirking, while Kiki hid her face in shame.

Nanefua rasped low, her voice hoarse but steady, glaring up at Peridot through clenched teeth. “…goblin… you’ll regret this.”

Peridot leaned down, her grin wide and cruel. “Incorrect. I’ll enjoy this.”