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

The barn was dim, lamplight throwing long shadows up the beams. The air stank of sweat, hay, and the faint tang of metal from Peridot’s tools — but the smell was secondary to the sight: three kneeling Gems, their foreheads lowered, their mouths reverent on Peridot’s green feet.

Peridot sat on her crate-throne, glasses slipping down her nose, tablet balanced against one knee. Her stylus tapped a rhythm while her toes flexed, dipping in and out of her subjects’ mouths. She looked like a scientist taking notes during a symphony, every lick and gasp just another data point.

“Good, very good,” she murmured. “Subject compliance holding steady across all three.” She tilted her head, grin slicing across her face. “Which brings us to the next experiment.”

Pearl froze for a heartbeat, lips still wrapped around Peridot’s toes, before forcing herself to keep kissing. Amethyst grunted low against the other foot, while Lapis hummed softly, sucking on the arch.

Peridot leaned back, smug and manic. “Garnet.” She said the name like it was a codeword, a locked vault. “The strongest of you. The one with foresight. And my next target.” She tapped her stylus against her tablet, green eyes flicking down at her worshippers. “If I’m to condition her, I’ll need intel. Weaknesses. Cracks in her fusion. And you’re going to give them to me.”

Amethyst chuckled around a mouthful of toes, pulling back just enough to rasp, “Heh. She’s tough, boss. Ruby’ll throw a fit the second you try to collar her.”

Peridot smirked, curling her toes into Amethyst’s mouth until she gagged lightly. “Then tell me how to exploit that temper.”

Amethyst groaned, sucking harder, words muffled but obedient. “She… she hates being ignored. Gets crazy if she thinks nobody’s listening to her.”

Peridot scribbled a note on the tablet with her free hand, utterly calm while Amethyst drooled on her foot. “Good. Ruby: destabilized by neglect. Weaponize silence.”

Her gaze shifted to Pearl, who flushed under the intensity, lips still reverent on the other foot. Peridot’s voice dropped. “And Sapphire?”

Pearl shuddered, sucking one toe deeper before answering, her voice soft and breathless. “Sapphire… she craves surprise. She acts cold, but she… she loves when the future doesn’t line up, when something catches her off-guard.”

Peridot’s grin sharpened to a feral edge. She tugged her foot free from Pearl’s lips, dragging it across her flushed cheek. “Delicious. Two halves of a whole — one enraged by being ignored, one undone by being surprised.” She scribbled furiously on the tablet, her tiny tongue poking from the corner of her mouth. “The perfect fusion becomes two vulnerable toys, if pulled apart the right way.”

She leaned forward, both feet now pressing against Pearl’s and Amethyst’s bowed heads, forcing them lower. “You’ll help me lure her here. You’ll show her your broken selves, your worship, your submission. And when she falters, I’ll pounce.”

Pearl whimpered against the floorboards. Amethyst laughed hoarsely. Lapis, still mouthing along the arch of Peridot’s foot, finally spoke: “She’ll see it coming. You know she will.”

Peridot’s giggle cracked through the barn like glass. “That’s what makes it fun.” She kicked Lapis’s chin lightly, forcing her back to the arch. “I’ll build a thousand futures for her to see. And in every one, she’ll end up here.”

Her toes pushed back into Pearl’s mouth, curling against her tongue. “Now… tell me what she’ll feel, the moment she sees you kneeling like this.”

Pearl moaned softly, voice breaking. “Sh-she’ll be horrified.”

“And aroused,” Amethyst added with a smirk, licking between Peridot’s toes.

Peridot’s laugh bubbled up again, manic and triumphant. “Perfect. Then Garnet’s trial will be my masterpiece.”

The barn door rattled against its hinges before swinging open, the night air spilling inside. The lamp hanging overhead swayed faintly, shadows twisting across the floorboards, catching on rope coils and the gleaming shape of Peridot’s latest device standing upright on its cradle.

And in the doorway stood Garnet.

Her visor gleamed crimson in the lamplight, her shoulders broad enough to block the night behind her. She didn’t speak right away — she didn’t need to. She looked. One hand on the doorframe, one curling into a fist, her gaze sweeping the scene.

Pearl and Amethyst knelt at Peridot’s feet, collars glowing faintly at their throats. Their hair was messy, their cheeks flushed, their lips still wet from worship. Pearl’s perfect posture was gone, spine bent forward in devotion, her eyes lowered. Amethyst looked up lazily, grinning like a sinner caught in the act, but her hands stayed folded neatly behind her back.

Peridot sat above them, perched on her crate like a tyrant on a throne, glasses low on her nose, tablet balanced on her knee. Her tiny green toes flexed against Pearl’s lips as though to punctuate the moment, while her stylus tapped rhythmically against the collar controls.

“Found you,” Garnet said at last, her voice flat, vibrating with restrained fury.

Pearl’s breath caught. “G-Garnet, wait, I—”

Peridot cut her off with a single sharp buzz of the collar. Pearl gasped and fell silent, head bowing lower. Amethyst snickered, resting her chin on Peridot’s knee like a pet dog.

Garnet’s visor flashed. “What have you done to them?”

Peridot smirked, spreading her arms wide, stylus glinting like a conductor’s baton. “Conditioned them. Freed them. They were trapped by expectation, weighed down by pride. Look at them now — happy. Worshipful. Mine.”

Pearl whimpered at the word mine, her lips pressing harder to Peridot’s foot. Amethyst moaned softly, as if agreeing.

Garnet’s jaw tightened. “You think I’ll let you—”

Peridot laughed, high and sharp. “Oh, Garnet. I don’t think. I calculate. And every future leads you here.” She tapped the stylus against the tablet, the phallus-cradle humming faintly in the corner. “Ruby, Sapphire, the mighty fusion… you’ll see your teammates kneeling, licking, moaning, and you’ll know you’re next.”

Garnet stepped forward, heavy boots on the boards. “I’ll tear this apart.”

“Will you?” Peridot asked sweetly, curling her toes inside Pearl’s mouth. “Or will you admit that part of you wants to know what it feels like? To kneel. To obey. To finally let someone else control the vision for once.”

For a flicker, Garnet’s body went still. She tilted her head slightly — Sapphire’s stillness, Ruby’s tension. The silence stretched.

Peridot’s grin widened. She gestured at her kneeling subjects. “Show her.”

Amethyst licked her lips, then leaned in to kiss Pearl’s collarbone, groaning as the buzz of the collar made her shudder. Pearl moaned softly, clutching Amethyst’s shoulder, her cheeks pink, her voice breaking as she whispered, “She owns us. We belong to her.”

Lapis, from her place tied against a beam, raised her head weakly and added, “You will too.”

The barn filled with the sound of their devotion, broken confessions echoing under the rafters. Garnet stood rigid, visor glinting, fists trembling at her sides.

Peridot leaned forward on her throne, eyes gleaming. “Well, Garnet? Are you going to fight me… or admit you’ve already seen yourself kneeling here?”

The barn’s air went taut, hot and breathless, like a string pulled too far. Garnet didn’t move at first. Her fists flexed and unclenched, her body perfectly still except for the subtle shimmer across her visor.

Ruby’s fire flared red at the edges. Sapphire’s calm blue flickered underneath. And then her third eye opened, gleaming white, casting a pale beam through the dusty barn.

Peridot leaned forward, grinning wide enough to show teeth. “Yes. Look ahead. Show me what the mighty fusion sees.”

Pearl trembled at her knees, lips still wrapped around Peridot’s toes, eyes wet. Amethyst chuckled low, watching Garnet like someone seeing a play from the best seat in the house. Even Lapis, bound to her beam, strained forward, wings twitching faintly.

The barn went silent, save the low hum of the phallus-charger in the corner and the ragged breathing of those already broken. Garnet’s body stilled. Her visor flickered — blue, red, white — as she cast her sight down paths not yet taken.

And then she saw it.

She saw herself kneeling here. Not in battle stance, not as a leader, but collared, trembling, her teammates’ voices all around her. She saw Peridot smirking down, tiny feet pressing against her lips, her voice slicing through every layer of composure. She saw Ruby clawing at chains of rage, Sapphire trembling at the thrill of unpredictability, both halves undone and begging as one body.

Her breath caught. Just slightly. Enough.

Peridot’s grin sharpened like a scalpel. “Well?” she asked softly. “What did you see?”

Garnet’s visor dimmed, her third eye closing, leaving only the dark glass hiding her expression. Her fists trembled, cracking the wood of the floor beneath her boots.

“I saw your fantasy,” she said flatly, but her voice carried a crack, just faint enough to betray her.

Peridot cackled, high and sharp, the sound bouncing off the rafters. “My fantasy?” She gestured at the kneeling, collared figures surrounding her. “Look around, fusion. My fantasies don’t stay fantasies. They become experiments. And my experiments never fail.”

Pearl whimpered softly, kissing Peridot’s foot harder. Amethyst moaned like she was in on the joke.

Garnet’s jaw clenched. “I won’t be your subject.”

“But you already are,” Peridot hissed, stylus tapping against her tablet. “Because you saw it. You saw yourself break. And now every time you close your eyes, every path forward will end here.” She hopped down from her crate, standing so close her head barely reached Garnet’s waist, and tilted her chin up defiantly. “I’ve already won. You just haven’t caught up yet.”

The barn buzzed with tension. Garnet’s fists trembled harder, Ruby’s rage sparking, Sapphire’s quiet unease bleeding through. She didn’t move — not yet. But for the first time, her silence wasn’t absolute certainty.

Peridot’s grin stayed razor-sharp as she backed away, hopping onto her crate again. She lounged like a conqueror, toes flexing against Pearl’s bowed head. “Run, fight, resist — it doesn’t matter. You’ve seen the truth, Garnet. And I’ll be waiting when you can’t deny it anymore.”

The hum of the collar controls filled the silence, punctuated by Pearl’s soft moans and Amethyst’s wet, lazy licks.

Garnet stood rigid, visor hiding her expression, but her stillness was no longer unshakable.

The first crack had formed.

The barn’s silence cracked like glass when Garnet finally moved. Her fists slammed together, gauntlets sparking to life, ruby fire licking at one, sapphire frost glinting off the other. The floorboards under her boots groaned with the weight of her stance.

“Enough,” she said, her voice low, each syllable vibrating with restrained fury. “You’ve broken them, twisted them. But you won’t break me.”

Pearl flinched, hands frozen mid-worship against Peridot’s ankle. Amethyst’s grin flickered, caught between loyalty to Garnet and the bliss of her new devotion. Lapis strained against her ropes, eyes wide, wings twitching uselessly.

Peridot didn’t flinch. She hopped down from her crate, the stylus still in one hand, tablet in the other, and marched right up to the towering fusion. Her size was laughable in comparison — a child glaring at a titan. But her grin was feral, manic, unbreakable.

“Ruby’s shaking with rage already,” Peridot hissed, tilting her head back to look up into the black visor. “She hates being ignored. So let’s ignore her.” She turned her back on Garnet with exaggerated flourish, addressing her other subjects. “Pearl, Amethyst, Lapis — tell me how worthless Ruby is.”

Pearl gasped, but the collar buzzed, and the words spilled out in a hoarse whisper: “Worthless without you, Peridot. A little ember waiting to be smothered.”

Amethyst cackled, leaning into it. “Yeah. All bark, no bite. Just a tantrum with fists.”

Lapis’s voice cracked, but she obeyed: “Weak. Nothing compared to you.”

The barn rang with their confessions. Garnet’s gauntlets flared red, Ruby roaring inside her chest, her whole body trembling with fury.

Peridot turned back, smirking. “See? You can’t fight me when I won’t acknowledge you. Ruby’s rage means nothing here.”

She lifted the stylus, tapping it against the collar controls. “And Sapphire…” Her tone dripped with mockery. “She’s waiting for the comfort of the inevitable, for the future to play out exactly as she foresaw.” The stylus tapped again. The collars buzzed in random patterns — sharp, low, high — making her subjects moan and gasp unpredictably. “But I’ll flood you with chaos, surprise after surprise, until Sapphire begs me for a script again.”

Garnet staggered for the first time, her visor flickering, the blue glow inside faltering under the barrage of disorder.

Peridot darted closer, hands pressing against Garnet’s stomach like she owned the towering body. Her voice was low, intimate, slicing straight between Ruby and Sapphire’s halves. “You’ve already seen the future where you’re on your knees. You can’t unsee it. Every strike, every step, every breath you take leads you back to me.”

Garnet’s gauntlets trembled. Her voice cracked — Ruby’s fury, Sapphire’s dread, both bleeding through. “I won’t… I won’t bow to you.”

Peridot giggled, the sound manic and cutting. “Not yet.” She snapped her fingers.

Pearl and Amethyst lunged forward at once, not attacking but clinging — Pearl wrapping her arms around Garnet’s leg, Amethyst clutching her waist. Lapis strained against her ropes, moaning confessions of devotion as if to drown out Garnet’s voice.

The fusion staggered under the weight of their betrayal, gauntlets still raised but hesitation splitting her in two.

Peridot backed away, watching, calculating, her stylus poised. Her grin split wider than ever. “Cracks are all I need. And you, Garnet…” She tapped the collar control, buzzing her subjects until the barn was filled with their moans. “…you’re already breaking.”

The barn quaked when Garnet’s fist slammed into the wall, wood splintering under the red-hot force of Ruby’s rage. Boards rattled, dust rained down from the rafters, and yet Peridot didn’t even flinch. She turned her back, hopping lightly up onto her crate, stylus poised, tablet glowing.

“Note,” she said idly. “Subject Four begins violent resistance. Typical Ruby tantrum response. As predicted: ineffective.”

“STOP IGNORING ME!” Garnet roared, her gauntlets blazing, visor burning scarlet. She swung again, shattering a support beam this time, the barn groaning with the impact.

Peridot scribbled calmly. “Destructive outburst logged. Efficiency: laughably low.”

Pearl clung tighter to Garnet’s leg, trembling but obedient, her voice cracking as she cried out, “She won’t even look at you, Ruby! You’re nothing to her!”

Amethyst wrapped her arms around Garnet’s waist, pressing her face to her stomach, laughing breathlessly. “You can’t even land a hit, boss. She’s already got you.”

Garnet staggered, fury blazing, but her punches went wide — Ruby swinging blind, judgment clouded by the sting of being ignored. Sapphire’s calm tried to steady her, but Peridot’s random collar-buzzes filled the barn with chaos, their subjects moaning in arrhythmic chorus, drowning out Sapphire’s quiet voice.

“Unpredictable stimuli,” Peridot muttered, smirking as she tapped the stylus again, “disrupts Sapphire’s foresight. Balance destabilized. Fusion compromised.”

“ENOUGH!” Garnet bellowed, tearing Pearl off her leg and flinging her aside. She shoved Amethyst down to the floor, gauntlets flaring bright as she charged the crate.

Peridot hopped lightly to the ground, darting sideways as Garnet’s fist came down. The crate exploded into splinters, tablet tumbling to the floor but unbroken. Peridot dusted off her hands, utterly unfazed.

“Sloppy,” she sang, ignoring Garnet’s heavy breathing. “Imprecise. Ruby’s tantrum, Sapphire’s fog. You’re already breaking, Garnet.”

“I’ll never—” Garnet’s voice faltered as Pearl crawled back to her, clutching her ankle again, sobbing, “Give in, Garnet! Join us! You don’t have to fight anymore!”

Amethyst grabbed her other leg, grinning up at her through sweat-slick hair. “C’mon, boss. Feels good down here.”

Lapis’s moans filled the rafters, muffled by the ropes binding her to the beam. “You’ll love it too… she’ll make you love it…”

Garnet’s gauntlets trembled. She tried to lift her arms, but Ruby’s fire burned too hot, Sapphire’s clarity too scattered. The future paths spiraled, all of them leading back to the same sight: her knees hitting the floor.

Peridot stepped into her blind spot, standing so close to her towering frame that Garnet had to tilt her head down to even see her. The tiny green scientist stared up with a grin that cut like a knife.

“Strike me,” Peridot whispered. “Prove me wrong.”

Garnet’s fist lifted, gauntlet blazing. For a heartbeat, the barn seemed to hold its breath.

Then Pearl kissed the back of her hand, whispering, “Don’t fight her.”

The gauntlet faltered.

Amethyst licked at her wrist, murmuring, “Feels better when you let go.”

The gauntlet dimmed.

Peridot’s stylus tapped the collar controls. Buzz-buzz-buzz — Lapis and Pearl and Amethyst cried out in chorus, filling the barn with their broken devotion.

Garnet dropped to one knee, fist still trembling, visor dimming.

Peridot laughed, manic and victorious, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Yes! Yes! The cracks are spreading!”

The barn rang with the sound of Garnet’s gauntlet slamming into the floorboards, the weight of her body trembling on one knee. Her breath tore out in ragged bursts, visor flickering from red to blue, white to black. The cracks in her fusion blazed like fault lines through stone.

And then she split.

Light burst out of her, a blinding flash that knocked hay and dust swirling into the air. When it cleared, two Gems stood where one had been: Ruby, fists clenched, fire flaring around her tiny body, and Sapphire, cool and poised, her single eye shining faintly through a curtain of pale blue hair.

Ruby was already snarling, charging forward, but Sapphire lifted a delicate hand and stopped her. “Don’t.” Her voice was soft, resigned. “It’s already decided.”

Ruby’s head snapped toward her, eyes wide with betrayal. “What the hell are you saying?!”

Peridot clapped her hands together, manic joy spilling from her grin. “Perfect! Division! I can condition them separately!” She pointed her stylus at Ruby first. “Subject Four-A: rage elemental, destabilized by neglect.” Then she swung it toward Sapphire. “Subject Four-B: precognitive, undone by surprise.”

Ruby lunged for Peridot, fists blazing — but Amethyst caught her around the waist, dragging her down, laughing as the smaller Gem thrashed. “Chill, hot stuff. You’ll like it better when you stop fighting.”

Ruby roared, swinging wildly, but Peridot didn’t even spare her a glance. She turned all her attention on Sapphire, who stood still as a statue, her hands folded, her breath calm.

“Tell me,” Peridot hissed, circling her like prey, “what did you see?”

Sapphire’s voice was serene, almost reverent. “I saw myself kneeling.”

Pearl gasped, clutching Peridot’s leg tighter. Lapis moaned softly against her ropes, wings shuddering. Ruby froze in Amethyst’s grip, her fury faltering. “S-Sapphire?!”

Peridot’s grin widened. “Yes. Excellent. Subject Four-B already accepts inevitability.” She stepped closer, her tiny hand brushing down Sapphire’s arm, her stylus flicking her collar device. A spare band, pristine and glowing, snapped into place around Sapphire’s throat.

The pulse made Sapphire shiver, her eye fluttering shut. She exhaled like someone letting go of centuries of tension. “Yes… this is the path.”

Ruby screamed, trying to claw free of Amethyst. “No! Don’t you dare—don’t give in to her!”

But Peridot ignored her, crouching low to press her foot against Sapphire’s knee. “Kneel for me.”

Sapphire sank gracefully, her single eye lifting to Peridot’s with calm submission.

Peridot moaned in triumph, stylus scratching notes furiously. “Yes! Yes! Subject Four-B entering Phase One already! Compliance immediate!” She pressed her other foot against Sapphire’s lips. “Worship.”

Sapphire kissed reverently, her soft mouth trailing across Peridot’s toes, murmuring, “This is where I was always meant to be.”

Ruby’s scream split the rafters. “STOP IT!” She thrashed in Amethyst’s grip, fire spitting from her fists, but every second she watched Sapphire sink lower, kiss harder, submit more completely, her fire sputtered.

Peridot turned her head at last, looking Ruby dead in the eye while Sapphire kissed her foot. “You can fight all you want, Ruby. But look.” She shoved Sapphire’s face harder into her sole, smearing spit down her cheek. “Look what your other half is already doing. She’s happy. She’s free. And you can’t stop it.”

Ruby’s rage faltered, replaced with horror, grief, and the first crack of doubt.

Peridot’s laugh filled the barn, shrill and victorious. “Yes! Watch, Ruby! Watch me train her until you’re the only one left fighting. And then… I’ll train you too.”

The barn air felt electric, thrumming with tension and the wild energy of split halves. Ruby thrashed against Amethyst’s hold, fire flickering off her fists, her voice a raw scream. “SAPPHIRE! Don’t let her—don’t you dare—!”

But Sapphire was already on her knees, the white-trimmed collar glowing faintly against her pale throat. Her one eye was serene, almost blissful, lips pressed reverently to Peridot’s tiny green foot. “This is right,” she whispered between kisses. “This is where I was meant to be.”

Peridot giggled, high and sharp, her grin manic with triumph. She turned her head to Ruby without breaking Sapphire’s worship. “See? She wants this. She saw it, she accepted it, and now she’s mine.” She leaned down, fingers twining through Sapphire’s silky bangs, guiding her mouth from her toes to her arch, then down toward her heel. “Good subject. Kiss every inch. Learn your role.”

Ruby’s fire sputtered, her rage faltering as her horror grew. “Sapphire… you can’t—she’s making you—”

But Sapphire shook her head gently, still kissing. “No. This is me. This is freedom.”

Peridot’s laugh echoed off the rafters. She pressed her stylus to the collar; it pulsed, and Sapphire shuddered, moaning softly against her foot. Peridot tilted her head back, glasses slipping low on her nose, voice ringing like a sermon. “Immediate compliance. No resistance. Subject Four-B accepts humiliation, accepts devotion, accepts conditioning. Faster than all others.”

Pearl whimpered in awe, clutching at Peridot’s ankle. “She broke so easily…”

Amethyst cackled, dragging Ruby tighter against her chest as the small Gem flailed. “You seein’ this, hothead? She’s gone.”

Ruby’s scream cracked in the middle. “No! She’s not gone! She’s just—she’s just—”

Peridot ignored her, crouching down to face Sapphire directly. She stroked the pale Gem’s cheek with surprising gentleness, her grin still sharp. “Tell her. Tell Ruby what you are now.”

Sapphire’s lips glistened with spit, her voice soft but unwavering. “I’m yours, Peridot. Your subject. Your toy.”

Ruby’s knees buckled. Amethyst barked a laugh and forced her down to the floor, pinning her as she screamed.

Peridot tugged Sapphire’s face higher, her tiny foot resting against the Gem’s mouth like a throne. “Louder.”

“I’m your toy!” Sapphire cried, voice echoing. “Your worthless, obedient toy!”

The barn filled with the chorus: Sapphire’s broken moans, Ruby’s sobbing fury, Pearl and Lapis whimpering their own confessions.

Peridot’s eyes glittered as she leaned down, whispering directly into Sapphire’s ear. “Now beg me for training.”

Sapphire shivered. “Please… please train me. Make me better. Make me yours completely.”

Peridot turned, her grin feral, and locked eyes with Ruby across the room. “Hear that? She wants it. She’s mine. And you…” She pressed her foot harder against Sapphire’s lips, forcing a muffled moan. “…you’ll be mine when you can’t stand to be left out.”

Ruby’s fists dimmed, her fire guttering out. She thrashed once more, weaker this time, her scream dissolving into a broken, desperate sound.

Peridot threw her head back and laughed, the sound shrill and victorious, scribbling notes on her tablet even as Sapphire licked her toes. “Subject Four-B: submission total. Subject Four-A: destabilizing rapidly under witness conditions. Perfect.”

She stroked Sapphire’s hair like a prized pet, eyes gleaming at Ruby’s collapse. “This is how you’ll break, little fusion. One half at a time.”

The barn lamps flickered as Peridot flicked her wrist, the stylus glowing, Sapphire’s collar pulsing with a low hum. The pale Gem shivered at the vibration, her single eye fluttering half-shut as her lips dragged slowly across Peridot’s toes.

Ruby thrashed harder in Amethyst’s grip, her voice cracking. “STOP IT! Don’t you touch her like that—Sapphire, fight back!”

But Sapphire’s voice was steady, calm as ever, even while her lips trembled around Peridot’s skin. “Ruby… this is the future I saw. I’ve accepted it.”

Ruby’s scream rattled the rafters, fury breaking into despair.

Peridot’s giggle cracked through the barn, high and sharp. She crouched, tugging Sapphire’s chin up until her flushed face tilted back. “Yes, you’ve accepted it. Good subject.” She tapped her stylus against Sapphire’s collarbone. “Now shed that ridiculous gown. It’s a relic of poise and propriety. You won’t need it anymore.”

Pearl and Lapis moved at once, obedient hands pulling at the drapes of Sapphire’s silken dress, peeling away the layers until pale skin glowed under the lamplight. Sapphire didn’t resist; she lifted her arms gracefully, letting the fabric slide off her like discarded history.

Ruby’s fists sputtered red flame. “NO! Don’t strip her—don’t—”

Amethyst laughed, dragging her down, pressing her cheek to the floor. “Too late, hothead. She’s already naked for Peri.”

Peridot tossed the fallen dress aside, grinning wide, her glasses slipping low. “Perfect. Bare. Vulnerable. Ready for trial.” She turned, striding toward the cradle in the corner where her newest phallus hummed with a hungry glow.

Version 3.5. Sleek, ridged, glowing with gem-tech nodes that pulsed like a heartbeat. She hefted it in both hands, her manic grin splitting wide. “Behold. The instrument of conditioning.”

Sapphire’s breath caught, but she didn’t retreat. She spread her knees wider on the floorboards, her eye soft, resigned, hungry. “I’m ready.”

Ruby howled. “SAPPHIRE! Don’t let her—don’t let her do this!”

Peridot ignored her completely. She pressed the tip of the humming shaft against Sapphire’s thigh, dragging it slowly upward until it nestled against her trembling heat. Sapphire gasped, her voice breaking for the first time.

Peridot tapped her stylus against the collar. Buzz. Sapphire moaned, hips twitching forward into the device.

“Good,” Peridot whispered, sliding the tip along her slit, teasing but not pushing in. “Responsive. Eager.” She tilted her head, stylus scribbling across her tablet with her free hand. “Subject Four-B enters Phase Two with no resistance.”

Then she thrust.

The phallus filled her in one sharp motion, the barn echoing with Sapphire’s scream — not of resistance, but of release, her whole body arching into it.

Ruby’s roar broke into a sob. “NO! Don’t let her do this to you!”

Peridot giggled, thrusting harder, the shaft buzzing and pulsing inside Sapphire with obscene rhythm. “Do you hear her, Ruby? She’s begging for it.” She pulled Sapphire’s hair back, forcing her to cry out louder. “Tell her what you are!”

“I’m—ahhh—I’m Peridot’s subject!” Sapphire sobbed, hips bucking against the thrusts. “Her slut! Her worthless toy!”

Peridot’s grin turned feral. She pumped the device faster, harder, her voice hoarse with triumph. “YES! Perfect! Look at her, Ruby. Look at your precious Sapphire moaning for me, confessing for me, breaking for me!”

Ruby collapsed against the floor, her fists dimming, her voice raw. “S-Sapphire…”

Peridot’s laugh shrilled, manic and victorious, as she rammed the phallus deep. “This is the future you saw, Sapphire. And it’s glorious.”

Sapphire shattered, her scream rattling the rafters, body convulsing around the synthetic shaft. Peridot pulled out slow, strings of slick clinging to the glowing tip, and pressed her foot against Sapphire’s cheek as she crumpled to the floor, moaning broken confessions.

“Trial complete,” Peridot panted, her chest heaving. She pointed the dripping device toward Ruby, her glasses gleaming. “And now, Subject Four-A… you’re next.”