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 quiet, bathed in the soft silver light of the moon filtering through the high windows. The lingering scents of sex and hay had mellowed into a comfortable, musky aroma. The main space was empty, the evidence of the day’s intense activities cleared away with Peridot’s typical efficiency.
In a cozy corner, nestled amidst spare parts and glowing datapads, Lapis Lazuli knelt. Peridot was stretched out on a stack of cushions, her eyes closed, a look of serene concentration on her face as Lapis attended to her feet. There was no audience now, no performance. This was a private ritual.
Lapis’s touch was different from the humans’—slower, more fluid, like water smoothing over stone. Her tongue traced the elegant arches and the small, perfectly formed toes with a reverence that was entirely her own. It was an act of focused intimacy, a silent language between them.
Peridot let out a soft, contented sigh. “The data from today’s session was… unprecedented,” she murmured, her eyes still closed. “The integration of the maternal bond into the submissive dynamic created a feedback loop I had only theorized. The way Priyanka’s arousal spiked while watching Connie… it was a work of art.”
A small smile touched Lapis’s lips. She loved this about Peridot. The way her brilliant, chaotic mind could reduce the most primal, messy human emotions into clean, exhilarating data. It was oddly charming. “You sound like you just discovered a new star,” she said, her voice a low hum.
“It’s better than a star!” Peridot’s eyes snapped open, gleaming with passion. “Stars are predictable! They follow laws! This… this is about rewriting the laws! Taking a disciplined doctor and a diligent student and showing them that their deepest, most powerful selves are hungry, collared sluts! It’s the greatest science!”
Lapis continued her ministrations, her blue eyes thoughtful as she looked up at Peridot’s excited face. The fervor was endearing, but a question had been forming in her mind, one that the vastness of the ocean had taught her to ask.
“It’s impressive,” Lapis conceded, her thumbs pressing gently into the sole of Peridot’s foot. “You’ve turned Beach City inside out. You’ve got its women kneeling, collared, and begging. But…” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “…is that all there is? Is the pinnacle of your genius just… making better sluts?”
Peridot’s excited grin softened into something more contemplative. She sat up slightly, pulling her foot back from Lapis’s grasp not in rejection, but to better look at her.
“You misunderstand the core thesis, Lazuli,” she said, her voice losing its manic edge and becoming earnest. “The ‘slut’ is not the end goal. It is the vector.”
She gestured around the barn, a grand sweep of her arm taking in the invisible data of her experiments. “On Homeworld, we are told what we are. A Pearl is a servant. A Lapis is a terraformer. A Peridot is a technician. Our function is our identity. There is no choice.” Her gaze intensified, fixed on Lapis. “But the Crystal Gems… they proved that was a lie. A Pearl can be a warrior. A renegade. A… a lover.”
She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a confidential whisper. “If we can be anything… then the most radical act is to choose what to be. To look into the deepest, most hidden part of yourself and pull it out into the light, no matter how strange or ‘wrong’ it seems.” She tapped her temple. “My research isn’t about forcing a role on anyone. It’s about providing the environment, the pressure, for them to discover the role they were truly meant for all along.”
A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face. “And my data is overwhelmingly conclusive. Strip away the conditioning, the societal expectations, the fear… and the fundamental, chosen identity that emerges, for human and Gem alike, is one of glorious, unashamed surrender. They don’t just become sluts, Lazuli. They are sluts, and I am simply the one brilliant enough to give them permission to be themselves.”
Lapis listened, her head tilted. The logic was circular, self-justifying, and utterly Peridot. It was a philosophy built entirely to explain her own fetishes and scientific obsessions. And yet… there was a kernel of truth in it that resonated in the quiet, still waters of her own soul.
She looked down at Peridot’s feet, then back up at her face, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know if everyone wants that,” she said quietly. “I spent millennia trapped, my will taken from me. The idea of willingly giving it up again…” She trailed off, then a small, genuine smile—a rare sight—touched her lips. “But for you… it feels different. It feels like a choice I’m making. My choice.”
She reached out and took Peridot’s foot again, her touch firm and sure. “So maybe you’re right. Maybe this is what I was meant to be, after everything.” Her blue eyes met Peridot’s green ones, a universe of understanding passing between them. “Your slut.”
Peridot’s chest swelled with a pride far deeper than any scientific triumph. She leaned back against the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her. The data was perfect. The theory was sound. And her Lapis was happy. For the mad scientist of Beach City, that was everything.
The intimate atmosphere deepened, the quiet conversation flowing as easily as Lapis’s water wings. Peridot’s hand, which had been gesturing excitedly, stilled and then drifted to a nearby crate, where one of her sleek, synthetic phalluses lay. She picked it up, the movement not one of clinical procedure, but of tender intention.
“Allow me to demonstrate a further hypothesis,” Peridot murmured, her voice losing its lecturing tone and becoming something softer, more intimate. She secured the harness with practiced ease and moved over Lapis, who looked up at her with a calm, accepting gaze.
As Peridot slid inside, her thrusts were not the punishing, data-driven rhythms she used on the humans. They were slow, deep, and searching, a physical expression of the connection they were discussing.
“Conquering the humans… it was a proof of concept,” Peridot breathed, her hips rolling against Lapis’s. “A fascinating, messy, organic dataset. But this…” She leaned down, her forehead nearly touching Lapis’s. “…corrupting my own kind… seeing a Gem shed the shackles of her intended purpose and embrace a new, baser, more honest function… Pearl’s pristine control shattering into lust… Amethyst’s chaos being given a glorious purpose… even Garnet’s unshakeable future vision bowing to the unpredictable chaos of desire…”
She drove a little deeper, making Lapis gasp. “It’s the most exhilarating science I have ever conducted. To see a being of light and projection become… a slut. My slut.” Her voice was thick with a possessiveness that was entirely personal, not scientific.
Lapis’s hands came up to cradle Peridot’s back, her cool skin a contrast to the heat building between them. She met each thrust, her body arching, her eyes locked on Peridot’s. As the pleasure built, a name, long unspoken, surfaced in her mind—a ghost from their shared past.
“You’ve remade us all, in your image,” Lapis panted, her voice laced with awe and a hint of dark amusement. “Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet… me.” She reached up, tracing the line of Peridot’s jaw. “But there’s still one Gem out there you haven’t broken. One who might be the ultimate test of your… thesis.”
Peridot’s rhythm faltered for a fraction of a second, her eyes widening behind her visor. She knew immediately who Lapis meant. The name hung in the air between them, charged with history and a thrilling, dangerous potential.
“Jasper,” Peridot whispered, the word a promise and a challenge.
The name Jasper seemed to change the very air in the barn. Peridot’s thrusts, which had been romantic and searching, became slower, more deliberate, as if she were physically processing this new variable. Her scientific mind, which had been focused on the intimate data of Lapis’s responses, was now whirring with a terrifying, exhilarating new calculation.
“Jasper,” Peridot repeated, her voice a low hum. “Subject Jasper. A Quartz soldier. The ultimate embodiment of Homeworld’s rigid hierarchy. Strength, loyalty, aggression… all channeled into a perfect, unyielding weapon.” She leaned down, her lips brushing Lapis’s ear. “She is not like the others. Her core programming is not repression or curiosity… it is rage.”
Lapis, her own arousal spiking at the dark shift in Peridot’s tone, tightened her hold. “I know,” she breathed. “I felt it. For months, at the bottom of the ocean. It’s all she is.”
“Precisely!” Peridot’s eyes gleamed with a frightening light. “And rage is just another form of energy. A volatile, unstable one. The question is… can it be converted? Can it be transmuted?” She punctuated her question with a sharp, deep thrust that made Lapis cry out.
“Imagine it, Lazuli,” Peridot whispered, her voice feverish with possibility. “All that brute strength, that indomitable will… not directed at conquest or destruction, but at a single, desperate, humiliating goal.” A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “Her massive shoulders straining as she holds a presenting posture. That proud, scarred face pressed into the dirt. That powerful voice, usually a roar, reduced to a ragged beg for my cock.”
Lapis shuddered, a full-body tremor of pure, illicit desire. The image was obscene. It was impossible. And it was the most enticing thing she had ever heard. To see the Gem who had been their jailer, their tormentor, bought so low… not by violence, but by a need so base it would shatter her very identity.
“She would fight you,” Lapis gasped, her hips meeting Peridot’s with renewed fervor. “She would never surrender.”
“The struggle is part of the data!” Peridot’s composure broke into a breathless, giddy laugh. “The more she fights, the more glorious her collapse will be! To break something that doesn’t want to bend… that is the pinnacle of my science!”
Their coupled movements became frantic, a physical manifestation of the dark, shared fantasy taking root. The thought of Jasper—proud, furious, untamable Jasper—brought to her knees not by a rival warrior, but by a perverted little technician and her box of filthy tricks, was a climax in itself. It was a goal. A new, magnificent frontier for Peridot’s empire of submission.
The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of power and perversion that left both Gems breathless. But as the afterglow of the idea began to fade, the monumental, practical obstacles rose in Peridot’s mind like jagged cliffs.
She slowed her movements inside Lapis, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. “The primary challenge is two-fold: location and initial subjugation,” she mused, her voice slipping back into its analytical cadence, though it now laced with a thrilling undercurrent of ambition. “Jasper roams the most remote, unstable regions of the Earth. Her gem signature is powerful, but the planet’s chaotic energy fields make precise triangulation… problematic.”
Lapis, still wrapped around her, nodded slowly. “She’s a predator. She’ll be where the hunting is best. Near the corrupted Gems.”
“Precisely! I can modify my surviving tech. Increase the sensorium range, tune them to the specific resonant frequency of a Quartz soldier…” She trailed off, her mind already designing the schematics. “But finding her is only step one. The real problem is the confrontation.”
She pulled out of Lapis and sat up, pacing the small space, her bare feet padding on the wooden floor. “Nanefua Pizza was a test of psychological warfare against a human matriarch. A battle of wits and will. Jasper… Jasper is a force of nature. A direct physical confrontation would be terminally inefficient.”
She stopped, turning to face Lapis, her eyes alight with a cunning fire. “But she is also arrogant. Predictably so. She views any non-Quartz Gem as inferior. Especially a Era-2 Peridot like myself.” A slow, wicked grin spread across her face. “That is her weakness.”
She knelt before Lapis again, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I won’t fight her with fists. I’ll challenge her pride. I will goad her. Insult her. Question her strength, her purpose, her very worth. I will make her so furious that the only victory she can conceive of is one that utterly humiliates me.”
Her grin turned feral. “And I will propose the terms of that humiliation. A contest. Not of strength, but of endurance. Of sensual fortitude. She will believe it to be a farce, a game she cannot lose. She will agree, confident she can overpower me the moment I let my guard down.”
Peridot’s confidence was absolute. “But she will be wrong. Because while she is relying on brute force, I will be employing every tool in my arsenal. My collars, my phalli, my intimate knowledge of neuro-chemical response. I will turn her own rage against her, transmuting it into a feedback loop of frustration and unwanted arousal until she is so tangled in her own emotions that she doesn’t even realize she’s losing until it’s too late.”
She looked at Lapis, her expression one of pure, unadulterated ambition. “Defeating Nanefua proved I could break a strong will. Defeating Jasper… that will prove I can break a god.”
Lapis’s expression remained skeptical, a cool counterpoint to Peridot’s blazing ambition. “A god doesn’t scream in the dark for months on end,” she said, her voice flat. “A god doesn’t cling to fusion out of desperation. Jasper’s not a deity, Peri. She’s a brute. A very, very powerful one with what seems like a bottomless well of rage to draw from. You can’t just talk her into a sex contest. She’ll poof you before you finish your first insult.”
She sat up, the blanket falling away from her shoulders. “But… she’s also proud. And predictable. She’ll see you as weak. She’ll see all of us as weak. That’s the opening.” A slow, calculating smile, rare for Lapis, touched her lips. “You have an army now, remember? Your… ‘gem slaves.’”
Peridot’s eyes widened behind her visor. The concept was brilliant in its simplicity.
“Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet… and me,” Lapis continued. “We don’t fight her. We distract her. We present ourselves. Not as a threat, but as… offerings. Playthings. It will confuse her. Infuriate her. She’ll see the Crystal Gems, her former rivals, reduced to collared pets, and it will break her understanding of the world.”
The plan unfolded in Peridot’s mind with perfect, terrible clarity. “Yes! We use her expectations against her! She expects a battle. We give her a harem. She expects defiance. We give her submission.” Her grin returned, wider than ever. “Pearl could kneel, offering a tray of weapons as if serving drinks. Amethyst could writhe at her feet. Garnet could stand, immovable, but with her collar plain to see. And you… you, who she fused with, who she still sees as a part of herself… you could be the most submissive of all.”
Lapis nodded, a dark glint in her blue eyes. “It would unbalance her. It would make her question everything. And while she’s trying to process the sight of the great Garnet wearing your mark, that’s when you step in. That’s when you challenge the flustered, off-center brute to your little game.”
Peridot clapped her hands together, a sharp, delighted sound. “It’s perfect! A multi-stage psychological assault! First, visual disorientation and cognitive dissonance. Second, targeted verbal provocation leveraging her destabilized state. Third, and finally, the application of my superior technology and scientific methodology to achieve total victory!” She swooped down and captured Lapis’s lips in a fierce, grateful kiss. “You’re not just my slut, Lazuli. You’re my chief tactical advisor!”
The hunt for Jasper was no longer a distant fantasy. It was a mission. And with her gem slaves as the bait and her own genius as the trap, Peridot had never been more confident of a successful conquest.
—–
One Month Later
The air in the canyon was dry and tasted of dust and ozone. Jagged spires of rust-colored rock clawed at a bleached sky, a landscape as harsh and unyielding as its sole inhabitant. Jasper moved through the desolation with a heavy, purposeful gait, her massive form casting a long shadow. In one hand, she carried a crude sack woven from hardened vines, filled with the faintly glowing shards of Corrupted Gems she had hunted and shattered. It was a brutal, lonely existence, but it was a purpose. It was strength.
She didn’t hear them approach. They made no sound.
It was the shift in the light that made her turn. The sight that greeted her was so profoundly wrong that for a full three seconds, the Quartz soldier simply stood, her brain refusing to process the data.
At the mouth of the canyon, arranged in a silent, blasphemous tableau, were the Crystal Gems.
Pearl knelt gracefully, her head bowed, holding aloft a polished metal tray. On it, resting on a velvet cloth, were not weapons, but several of Peridot’s gleaming synthetic phalluses, presented like sacred relics.
Amethyst was curled at the base of a rock, purring softly, rubbing her cheek against it like a contented cat, her collar clearly visible. She glanced at Jasper and winked.
Garnet stood tall and immovable as ever, but her arms were crossed in a way that deliberately drew the eye to the sleek, black band around her neck, its gem pulsing with a soft, green light.
And Lapis… Lapis was on her hands and knees directly in Jasper’s path, her head touching the ground, her wings folded submissively behind her. The Gem who had once dragged her to the bottom of the ocean was now prostrate before her.
Jasper’s sack of broken gems hit the ground with a dull thud. Her hands clenched into fists, the air around her crackling with barely contained fury. “What… is this?” Her voice was a low, dangerous rumble, like an avalanche starting miles away.
That was when Peridot stepped out from behind Garnet, a picture of smug, impish triumph.
“Hello, Jasper,” she chirped, her voice cutting through the tense silence. “I see you’re still engaged in your… brutish little hobby. So quaint.” She gestured dismissively at the sack of gem shards. “All that power, and you use it to break things that are already broken. How… predictable.”
Jasper’s gaze snapped to her, her orange eyes burning with hatred. “You. You defective little clod. What have you done to them?”
“Done?” Peridot laughed, a light, tinkling sound that was somehow more insulting than a scream. “I haven’t done anything they didn’t secretly crave. I’ve simply shown them their true potential. Something you, in all your legendary ‘strength,’ have spectacularly failed to do.”
She took a few daring steps closer, looking Jasper up and down with a critical, unimpressed eye. “You posture and you prowl, playing at being a warrior in a world with no war. You’re not strong, Jasper. You’re a relic. A fossilized monument to an empire that doesn’t care if you exist.”
Jasper took a threatening step forward, the ground shaking slightly. “I could shatter you where you stand.”
“You could try,” Peridot said, not flinching. “But that would just prove my point. Brute force is the last resort of the unimaginative.” She smirked, her eyes glinting. “I propose a real test. A contest to see who is truly the superior being.”
Jasper snorted. “A contest? With you?”
“Yes. With me.” Peridot’s smile was a razor’s edge. “A battle of endurance. Of will. Not with fists, but with sensation. I challenge you, Jasper. Let’s see if your legendary fortitude extends to your own nerve endings. Or are you, deep down, as fragile and needy as everyone else?”
She let the challenge hang in the air, amplified by the silent, collared testimony of the Gems surrounding them. Jasper, surrounded by this vision of corrupted perfection, her pride stung, her worldview shattered, could see only one path to reclaiming her dominance. She had to prove this pathetic Era-2 Peridot wrong. She had to crush her in this absurd game.
A slow, contemptuous grin spread across Jasper’s face. “You’re on, you little worm. I’m going to enjoy watching you fail.”
Jasper’s contemptuous grin faltered as Peridot’s challenge settled into something more specific, more… alien. A battle of sensation? Her brow furrowed, the gears of her warrior’s mind struggling to find a tactical angle.
“Explain,” Jasper growled, her voice losing some of its thunderous confidence.
“Gladly!” Peridot chirped, clapping her hands together. “It’s quite simple. We engage in a series of sensual trials. The goal is not to destroy, but to overwhelm. To reduce your opponent to a state of helpless, begging ecstasy. The first to verbally surrender, or the first to achieve a mutually observed climax, loses.”
Jasper stared, uncomprehending. “Ecstasy? Climax? What are you babbling about?”
Peridot sighed with theatrical exasperation. “Ugh, of course. All brawn, no basic biological comprehension.” She turned to her assembled ‘slaves.’ “A demonstration is clearly required. Pearl, Amethyst. If you would?”
Without a word of protest, Pearl rose from her kneeling position and lay back on the dusty ground. Amethyst, with a wide, eager grin, sauntered over and straddled her. What followed was not a violent struggle, but a graphic, wet, and intensely vocal display of mutual pleasure. Amethyst rode Pearl with a joyful ferocity, while Pearl’s usual precise moans dissolved into ragged, desperate cries, her fingers clawing at the earth.
Jasper watched, her jaw slack. A deep, confused blush spread across her broad, orange cheeks. She had seen fusion. She understood combat. This… this was something else entirely. It was messy, undignified, and shockingly intimate. The sounds, the sights—it was an assault on her senses far more effective than any physical blow.
“And that,” Peridot announced proudly as the two Gems reached a simultaneous, shuddering finish, “is a ‘climax.’ The point of surrender for that particular round.” She then pointed to Garnet. “And for a demonstration of endurance under targeted stimulation… Garnet?”
Garnet stepped forward. Lapis rose and, without being told, began to worship Garnet’s feet with her tongue while Pearl, still recovering, moved to attend to her front. Garnet stood immobile, her expression unreadable behind her visor, but her clenched fists and the sharp intake of her breath were clear indicators of the sensation she was enduring without breaking.
“See?” Peridot said, turning back to a thoroughly flustered and blushing Jasper. “It’s a battle of nerve. Of control. Can you withstand such focused attention? Or will your mighty Quartz constitution prove to have a rather… sensitive Achilles’ heel?”
Jasper was speechless. Her face was burning. The casual lewdness, the matter-of-fact debauchery of it all, had completely disarmed her. The plan was working perfectly. The brute, faced with a form of ‘combat’ she couldn’t overpower, was left floundering, her anger muddled with a strange, shameful curiosity. The trap was set.
Jasper stood rigid, her massive arms crossed over her chestplate. The sight of the Crystal Gems in their state of willing debasement had scrambled her thought processes. The challenge had been issued, and her pride would not allow her to back down from anything, no matter how bizarre. But the reality of what it entailed was now crashing down on her.
“Fine,” she gritted out, the word sounding strangled. “But if this is a trick…”
“It’s science,” Peridot corrected breezily. She began to glow as her clothing vanished into the air, leaving her tiny green body bare to the world. “Now, disrobe. We require an unimpeded sensory field.”
With a grunt of pure frustration, Jasper’s form dissipated in a flash of light, reappearing a moment later completely bare. Her body was a monument to Quartz strength—broad shoulders, powerful thighs, thick waist, her skin the color of orange sandstone. She stood awkwardly, trying to cover herself with her hands, a gesture that looked absurd on her formidable frame. The blush on her cheeks deepened to a furious scarlet.
Peridot, now also naked, looked like a pale green sprite next to a titan. She wasn’t intimidated. She was fascinated. “Excellent. Now, the first trial. Basic tactile endurance. Assume the position.” She gestured for Jasper to lie on her back.
Scowling, Jasper complied, lowering herself to the dusty ground. Peridot climbed atop her, her small body straddling Jasper’s hips. The difference in their size was comical, but Peridot moved with an authority that brooked no argument.
She began with her hands, her cool, precise fingers tracing the dense muscle of Jasper’s abdomen. Jasper flinched at the touch, her whole body tensing. “Relax,” Peridot commanded. “Resistance is data, but compliance is more efficient.”
She leaned down, her mouth finding one of Jasper’s small, dark nipples. She licked, then sucked, her tongue flicking rapidly. Jasper gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound. Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, flew up to push Peridot away.
But Peridot was ready. “Ah, ah, ah! No direct interference! The rules state we may only use our bodies and approved stimuli to overwhelm the opponent!” She dodged the clumsy push easily. “Trying to shove me off is a sign of weakness, Jasper. An admission that you can’t handle the sensation.”
Humiliated, Jasper let her hands fall back to the ground, her fingers digging into the dirt. Peridot returned to her work, her mouth and hands exploring Jasper’s torso with a clinical yet intimate thoroughness. She was mapping her, learning what made the mighty soldier jolt and gasp. She discovered that the skin just below her navel was surprisingly sensitive, that a certain pressure applied to her inner thigh made her legs tremble.
Jasper was losing ground fast. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, her face a mask of confused arousal and fury. She was a warrior built for impact and pain, not for this slow, insidious invasion of her senses. Every touch from the tiny Gem felt like a pinpoint laser, finding weaknesses she never knew she had. Peridot’s experience was a weapon, and against Jasper’s brute innocence, it was devastatingly effective. The sex battle had begun, and the technician was already several moves ahead.
A strange, terrifying pressure was building deep within Jasper’s core, a coiling heat that was entirely different from the burn of battle-rage. It was centering low in her belly, tightening, demanding release. Her hips gave an involuntary jerk against Peridot’s ministrations. Panic, raw and undiluted, flared in her eyes. This wasn’t a sensation she could fight or overpower. It was something that was happening to her, and she was losing control.
“Stop!” she barked, her voice cracking. She shoved Peridot off her with enough force to send the smaller Gem tumbling into the dust. “My turn! I get a turn to… to do that to you!”
Peridot picked herself up, brushing off the dirt, a supremely smug look on her face. She had felt Jasper’s body teetering on the brink. The data was exquisite. “Very well,” she said, magnanimous in her victory. “The rules allow for alternating offensive maneuvers. Proceed.”
Jasper loomed over her, looking utterly lost. She had no idea what to do. Pleasuring someone was as foreign a concept as diplomacy. Hesitantly, she pushed Peridot onto her back and lowered her head, aiming clumsily for the space between Peridot’s legs.
Her technique was, as Peridot would later note in her logs, ‘abysmal.’ It was all rough, uncoordinated licking, more akin to a beast cleaning a wound than a lover providing pleasure.
Peridot let out a long, dramatic sigh. “No, no, no! That is not how you conduct a proper sensual assault! You’re just making a mess.” She pushed Jasper’s head away. “If you’re going to be incompetent, at least be incompetent in a useful direction. My feet, for instance. They are a far more logical starting point for a novice.”
Blushing furiously, Jasper shuffled down and took one of Peridot’s small feet in her hands. She stared at it as if it were a complex piece of machinery.
“Lick it, you oaf,” Peridot commanded, wiggling her toes. “From the heel to the tip. Show some reverence!”
Jasper obeyed, her tongue dragging a wet, clumsy stripe. The taste was clean and metallic.
“Pathetic,” Peridot sniffed. “You lack finesse. Perhaps a more… direct target would suit your brutish style.” She rolled over, presenting her ass. “Here. Try this. And don’t you dare bite.”
Jasper’s face was a furnace of humiliation. To be ordered around like this, to have her inadequacies mocked so casually, was a new and excruciating form of defeat. But the rules of this absurd contest were the only framework she had. Gritting her teeth, she leaned in and pressed her tongue against Peridot’s asshole.
The sensation for Peridot was a jolt of pure, filthy power. The ultimate symbol of Homeworld strength and rigidity, reduced to nervously lapping at her backdoor. She moaned, not just from the physical feeling, but from the glorious symbolism of it all.
“A marginal improvement,” Peridot purred, twisting her head to look back at the blushing titan. “But you’re still thinking like a soldier. You need to think like a slut. Now, put your back into it. I want to feel your surrender on my skin.”
Jasper’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing with renewed defiance. “This isn’t surrender!” she snarled, her voice echoing in the canyon. Spittle flew from her lips, and a deep blush still painted her cheeks, but the fire of competition was back. “This is… reconnaissance! I am learning your weak points!”
Peridot raised an eyebrow, a slow, intrigued smile playing on her lips. The brute was adapting. How fascinating.
“I don’t know that word,” Jasper growled, gesturing vaguely with a hand still covered in dust from the ground. “‘Slut.’ I don’t know its tactical meaning. Is it a type of warrior in this… this form of combat?”
A genuine, delighted laugh escaped Peridot. “Oh, Jasper. You are a treasure trove of data.” She rolled back over to face her, sitting up. “A ‘slut’ is not a warrior. A warrior fights against sensation. A slut…” she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “…embraces it. A slut understands that true power lies not in resisting pleasure, but in wielding it. In becoming so open to it, so hungry for it, that you can use it to destroy your opponent from the inside out.”
Jasper’s brow was furrowed in intense concentration. It was a twisted logic, but it was a logic she could grasp. A new fighting style. A way to win.
“So,” Jasper said, her voice low and determined. “To defeat you… I must become better at this than you are. I must become this… ‘slut’.”
Peridot’s grin was feral. The corruption was taking root in the most delicious way possible. “Precisely. You must learn to want my touch more than you want victory. You must learn to crave the very things that humiliate you. Only then will you have the focus, the desperation, to turn it back on me.”
She opened her arms in a gesture of mocking invitation. “So, by all means. Let me teach you. Learn from the master. Become my star pupil. Show me how good of a slut you can be.”
The challenge was irresistible. Jasper, ever the dedicated soldier, nodded once, her expression shifting from confused anger to one of grim, focused determination. She was no longer just participating in a bizarre contest; she was undergoing training for a new kind of warfare. She lowered her head again, but this time there was a new purpose in her movements. The clumsy licking became more deliberate. She was studying. Analyzing. Trying to find the rhythm, the pressure, that would elicit a reaction.
She was trying to become a slut to win a battle. And Peridot, watching her with rapt attention, knew she had already won the war.
Peridot reclined back on her elbows, a queen holding court on the dusty ground. She watched Jasper’s intense, fumbling efforts with unadulterated glee.
“Oh, yes, that’s it,” she purred, her voice dripping with condescending praise. “Just like that. You’re a natural, Jasper. A born cocksucker. Or, in this case, a born ass-licker.”
Jasper flinched at the crude words but didn’t stop, her focus narrowing. She was treating Peridot’s body like an enemy fortification she needed to breach.
“You know,” Peridot mused, tapping a finger against her chin, “for a soldier who’s supposedly all about strength and dominance, you’re taking to submission with remarkable… enthusiasm. Look at you. The great Jasper, hero of the Homeworld, on her knees, her face buried in a Peridot’s backside. If your Diamond could see you now.”
A low growl rumbled in Jasper’s chest, but it was muffled against Peridot’s skin. The humiliation was a physical heat, but she channeled it, using the anger to fuel her determination.
“Is this what you dreamed of during all those lonely nights prowling the wilderness?” Peridot continued, her tone saccharine. “Dreaming of a smart, sophisticated Gem like me to come along and show you your true purpose? To be my big, dumb, orange footstool?”
“I am not… dumb…” Jasper grunted between laps, her voice strained.
“Aren’t you?” Peridot shot back. “You’re following my orders perfectly. You’re licking my ass because I told you to, and you think it’s going to help you win. That’s not the strategy of a brilliant tactician, Jasper. That’s the logic of a slut who’s been promised a treat.”
She reached back and tangled her fingers in Jasper’s thick, white mane, not pulling, but possessively. “But you’re my slut. And you’re doing so well. Don’t stop now. Show me how much you want to learn. Show me how badly you want to be the best little whore in my entire collection.”
Each filthy word was a carefully placed needle, designed to inflame Jasper’s pride and her burgeoning, confused arousal. And it was working. Jasper’s movements became more frantic, less analytical and more… needy. She was no longer just trying to win. She was starting to crave the approval in Peridot’s mocking voice. The line between victory and surrender was becoming beautifully, dangerously blurred.
Peridot finally pushed Jasper’s head away, a string of saliva connecting her asshole to the larger Gem’s mouth for a moment before it broke. “Enough of the preliminary exercises,” she declared, her voice regaining its crisp, scientific edge. “The data from your ‘training’ is sufficient. It’s time for the final trial. The one that will determine the true victor.”
She gestured to Pearl, who rose gracefully from her observation post and brought forward a device from Peridot’s kit. It was a double-sided phallus, longer and thicker than the others, gleaming ominously under the harsh sun.
“This,” Peridot announced, holding it aloft, “is the arbiter. We will use it simultaneously. The first to be pushed to a verifiable, undeniable climax by the shared sensation… loses.”
Jasper stared at the device, her blush returning in full force. The sheer mechanics of it were baffling, and the intimacy was staggering. But the competitive fire still burned in her eyes. She had come this far. She would see it through.
“Fine,” she grunted, her voice rough.
They positioned themselves on their hands and knees, facing away from each other, their bodies pressed ass-to-ass. Peridot, with Pearl’s assistance, guided one end into herself, then guided the other towards Jasper. The Quartz soldier flinched as the cool, smooth tip pressed against her entrance, a sensation so alien and invasive it stole her breath.
“Ready?” Peridot asked, her voice a whisper.
“Just do it,” Jasper growled, bracing herself.
Peridot began to move. It was an awkward, rocking motion at first, but she quickly found a rhythm. Each backward thrust of her hips drove the phallus deeper into Jasper, while simultaneously pushing it deeper into herself. It was a perfect closed circuit of pleasure and power struggle.
For Jasper, it was a sensory cataclysm. The feeling of being filled so completely, coupled with the knowledge that every one of her own movements was doing the same to Peridot, created a dizzying feedback loop. Her initial resistance melted into a low, guttural groaning. The pressure was building again, that terrifying, wonderful coiling in her core, but this time it was amplified tenfold by the shared connection.
Peridot, for her part, was in her element. She could feel Jasper’s powerful body trembling against her ass, could hear the ragged edge in her breathing. She was orchestrating both their pleasures, conducting the symphony of their mutual undoing.
“Fight it, Jasper!” Peridot taunted, her own voice starting to strain as the sensations mounted for her as well. “Use all that famous Quartz endurance! Don’t you dare be the first to break!”
But her words were having the opposite effect. They were a command, and Jasper’s training to obey, to prove herself, was deeply ingrained. The need to not be the first to break became intertwined with the rising tide of physical need, creating a frantic, desperate energy. She began to meet Peridot’s thrusts, her own hips pushing back, driving them both faster, harder, toward the inevitable, shattering conclusion. The arbiter was doing its job, and a winner was about to be decided.
The rhythm they found was brutal and perfect. The double-sided phallus became a piston of shared sensation, a bridge of pure, undiluted pleasure connecting them. The initial awkwardness vanished, replaced by a raw, grinding synergy. The sound of their bodies slapping together, wet and obscene, echoed off the canyon walls, a drumbeat for their duel.
Peridot’s clinical control began to fray at the edges. Her precise, measured thrusts dissolved into something more primal, more desperate. She could feel the immense power in Jasper’s body, the way her massive hips drove back with a force that threatened to overwhelm Peridot’s smaller frame. Each impact sent a jolt through her, the phallus hitting depths inside her that made her vision swim. Her smug commentary died in her throat, replaced by sharp, gasping breaths.
“Nnh—you’re… stronger than I calculated,” she managed to pant, the admission torn from her.
Jasper, for her part, was lost in a storm of entirely new sensations. The feeling of being so utterly filled, so completely connected to another being in this visceral, mechanical way, was short-circuiting her warrior’s brain. The pleasure wasn’t a gentle wave; it was a riptide, pulling her under. Her groans deepened into ragged, open-mouthed pants. She was using her strength, but not to fight Peridot—she was using it to fuck her, to drive them both faster toward the edge.
“I… will… not… lose…” Jasper grunted, each word a struggle, her knuckles white where she gripped the dirt.
“You already are!” Peridot cried out, her own climax coiling tight within her, a white-hot knot of impending release. “You’re losing to yourself! To what you are becoming!”
It was true. The battle was no longer between them. It was a race within each of them, a race against their own biology, their own rising ecstasy. They were two stars caught in each other’s gravity, spiraling inward toward a supernova.
Peridot felt it first—the tell-tale tremors in Jasper’s powerful thighs pressed against her own. The Quartz soldier’s rhythm became erratic, frantic. A high, thin whine escaped her throat, a sound of pure, helpless surrender that was nothing like her battle roars.
“I—!” Jasper tried to speak, to deny it, but the words were swallowed by a wave of sensation so powerful it blotted out all thought.
With a final, convulsive shudder that rocked both their bodies, Jasper came. It was not a gentle release, but a cataclysm. A raw, guttural scream was torn from her lungs as her back arched violently, her entire form seizing around the invading phallus. Her orgasm was a physical force, a tremor that ran through the ground and seemed to shake the very air.
The feedback through the shared device was instantaneous and overwhelming for Peridot. Feeling Jasper’s catastrophic collapse, feeling the violent pulsing around the other end of the phallus, was the final push she needed. Her own climax crashed over her a split-second later, a brilliant, silent detonation that left her boneless and gasping, collapsing forward onto the ground.
Silence descended, broken only by the ragged, sobbing breaths of the victor and the utterly defeated.
After a long moment, Peridot weakly pulled herself free from the device and rolled over. She looked at Jasper, who lay face-down in the dirt, her massive shoulders heaving, utterly spent and conquered.
A slow, triumphant, and utterly exhausted smile spread across Peridot’s face.
“Data confirmed,” she whispered hoarsely. “Subject Jasper… defeated.”
Before Jasper could even process the shattering humiliation of her loss, before she could muster a single ounce of her formidable rage, the other Gems moved. It was not a chaotic rush, but a swift, coordinated execution of Peridot’s pre-planned subjugation protocol.
Garnet was the first to act. She strode forward, a large phallus already strapped on, and positioned herself behind the prone Quartz. With a single, powerful thrust, she filled Jasper’s ass, drawing a choked, guttural cry from the larger Gem. The invasion was immediate and absolute, pinning her to the ground.
Pearl was next, moving with her dancer’s grace to kneel before Jasper’s head. She didn’t ask. She simply guided her phallus between Jasper’s lips, silencing any protest before it could form. Jasper’s eyes, wide with shock and residual pleasure, stared up at Pearl’s serene, collared face as she was forced to take the length into her mouth.
Amethyst completed the triad, cackling as she shoved a third phallus into Jasper’s waiting, slick pussy. “Three-way special, big girl!” she crowed, setting a rough, joyful rhythm that synced roughly with Garnet’s deeper, more measured thrusts from behind.
Jasper was now airtight, held in a brutal triangle of penetration. Her massive body was completely immobilized, filled in every possible orifice. A low, continuous moan was forced from her throat around Pearl’s cock, a sound of overwhelming, helpless sensation.
And then Lapis descended. She didn’t use a device. She used her powers. Tendrils of cool, living water snaked out, coiling around Jasper’s ankles, lapping at her feet with an impossible, liquid tongue. Other streams of water flowed over her heaving abs, circled her nipples, and traced the hard lines of her muscles. It was a full-body caress, both soothing and intensely stimulating, ensuring there wasn’t a single inch of her that wasn’t being tormented with pleasure.
Peridot walked a slow circle around the scene, her own small body humming with power.
“Look at you,” she crooned, her voice a silken taunt. “The ultimate Quartz. The perfect soldier. And what are you now? Just a set of holes for my Gems to use. A living, breathing sex toy.” She leaned down, her face close to Jasper’s. “This is your new purpose, Jasper. To be our collective slut. And you’re going to learn to love it.”
The combined assault was relentless, a sensory blitzkrieg designed to break the will of a god. And Jasper, still reeling from her first-ever orgasm, had no defenses left.
The symphony of Jasper’s degradation played on, a brutal, harmonious composition conducted by Peridot. Garnet’s deep, rhythmic thrusts into her ass were the bassline, a steady, grounding invasion. Amethyst’s wilder, erratic pounding in her pussy provided a chaotic, joyful counter-melody. And Pearl… Pearl was the conductor of Jasper’s voice.
Every so often, Pearl would pull her phallus from Jasper’s mouth, allowing a ragged gasp or a choked sob to escape. And every time, Peridot was there.
“Tell me, Jasper,” Peridot demanded, her voice cutting through the wet, slapping sounds and Jasper’s muffled moans. “Do you like the way Garnet fucks your ass? Does it make you feel small?”
Jasper, her face contorted, tried to shake her head, to deny it.
“Liar,” Peridot hissed. She nodded to Pearl, who immediately shoved her cock back in, silencing the denial. After a few more thrusts from all sides, Pearl pulled out again.
“Tell me!” Peridot shrieked.
“Y-yes!” Jasper sobbed, the confession torn from her. “It… it feels… full!”
“And Amethyst?” Peridot pressed, circling her like a vulture. “Does her little cock make your pussy clench, you massive whore?”
Tears streamed down Jasper’s face, mixing with the dirt and saliva. “Yes! Stars, yes!”
Pearl filled her mouth again, fucking her face with a cruel precision that made Jasper gag and drool. When she withdrew, Jasper was babbling, her mind gone. “Please… don’t stop… it’s too much… don’t stop…”
Peridot laughed, a sound of pure, ecstatic triumph. “You hear that? She’s begging for more! The great Jasper is begging my slaves to keep using her filthy holes!”
Lapis’s water tendrils intensified their ministrations, swirling around Jasper’s nipples until they were hard, aching pebbles, and lapping at the soles of her feet with an unrelenting, tickling pressure that drove her mad.
“You’re not a soldier anymore,” Peridot whispered, her lips right against Jasper’s ear as the three-pronged fucking continued to ravage her. “You’re a set of warm, wet holes. A public utility for Gem pleasure. Say it.”
Pearl pulled out. Jasper’s body was convulsing, another orgasm ripped from her by the relentless, combined assault. “I’m… I’m a set of holes!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “Your… your utility!”
“And you love it,” Peridot stated, not asking.
“I LOVE IT!” Jasper wailed, her massive form shuddering violently as the confession broke something fundamental inside her. The last vestige of her old identity shattered, leaving only the raw, desperate slut that Peridot had meticulously carved out of her. The assault didn’t stop; it simply continued, now as a celebration of her complete and total conquest.
The relentless, triple-penetration assault was a forge, and Jasper’s will was the metal being hammered into a new, shameful shape. Orgasm after orgasm was torn from her, each one less a peak of pleasure and more a valley of total surrender. They were no longer climaxes; they were collapses. Her massive body was reduced to a twitching, sobbing vessel, her voice a broken record of pleas and confessions.
“Please… I can’t… it’s too much…” she begged, her words slurred around Pearl’s cock.
Peridot signaled for Pearl to withdraw. “Too much?” she asked, her voice deceptively soft. “Or not enough?”
Jasper’s head lolled. She was utterly spent, her mind a blank slate of sensation. The pride, the anger, the very core of who she was as a Quartz soldier—it was all gone, fucked out of her. All that remained was a deep, aching need to belong to the force that had so thoroughly unmade her.
“I…” she gasped, tears cutting clean paths through the grime on her face. “I don’t want it to stop. I want… I want to be yours.”
Peridot’s heart soared. This was the data point she had been waiting for. “Mine? What does that mean, Jasper? Be specific.”
Garnet and Amethyst slowed their thrusts to a deep, possessive rhythm, letting the emptiness threaten her if she gave the wrong answer.
“Yours to use!” Jasper cried out, her hips weakly pushing back against them, seeking the fullness. “Yours to fuck! Your… your slave! Please, Peridot, let me be your sex slave! I’ll do anything! I’ll be your big, dumb whore, just please, let me belong to you!”
The words echoed in the canyon, a sacred vow of debasement.
A slow, radiant smile spread across Peridot’s face. She looked at her fellow Gems—at Pearl’s proud smile, Amethyst’s gleeful grin, Garnet’s silent approval, and Lapis’s calm satisfaction. They had done it. Together, they had broken the unbreakable.
She stepped forward and placed a hand on Jasper’s heaving flank. “Very well,” she said, her voice ringing with finality. “Your request is granted.”
“One last time,” Peridot commanded, her voice dropping to a low, resonant hum of pure power. “All of you. Give her everything. I want to feel the ground shake.”
She raised her hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging CRACK on Jasper’s ass, the sound echoing like a gunshot.
It was the trigger.
Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst obeyed in perfect, brutal unison. Their thrusts became a synchronized, piston-like assault, driving into Jasper’s three filled holes with a force that lifted her massive body off the ground with each impact. Lapis’s water tendrils tightened, swirling into a vortex of sensation around her nipples and clit, while her mouth found Jasper’s feet again, sucking and licking with frantic energy.
Jasper’s eyes rolled back into her head. A sound began deep in her chest, a building tremor that had no words, only raw, elemental need. Her back arched into an impossible bow, every muscle in her formidable body locking tight.
This was it. The mega-orgasm. The final, cataclysmic release that would atomize the last particle of her former self.
As the wave gathered, poised to crash, Peridot moved. In her hand was Jasper’s collar, thick and black, designed to fit her powerful neck. As Jasper’s scream began to tear from her throat—a ragged, universe-shattering wail of absolute ecstatic surrender—Peridot leaned in.
With a definitive SNAP that was lost in the roar of Jasper’s climax, she fastened the collar shut.
The gem in its center flared to life, pulsing a violent, triumphant green in perfect time with the convulsions wracking Jasper’s body. It synced instantly, reading the hurricane of neurotransmitters and binding them forever to Peridot’s command.
Jasper collapsed, the sound cutting off into a choked, sobbing gasp. The other Gems slowly withdrew, their work done. Jasper rolled onto her back in the dirt, a twitching, weeping ruin, the new collar a stark, unbreakable brand on her skin. Her fate was sealed. She was Peridot’s. Not just defeated, but owned.
Peridot stood over her, breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on her own skin. She looked down at her masterpiece.
“Subject Jasper,” she whispered, her voice thick with a terrifying mix of scientific triumph and genuine, possessive awe. “Integration complete.”
The silence that followed Jasper’s collaring was profound, broken only by her ragged, post-climax sobs. The other Gems watched, their own arousal a palpable heat, but this moment belonged solely to Peridot and her newest possession.
Peridot’s body was still thrumming with the energy she had been forced to suppress during the final trial. The need for release was a live wire under her skin. She looked down at the broken titan at her feet, at the collar glowing around her neck, and a fresh, dark wave of desire crested within her.
She didn’t say a word. She simply stepped over Jasper’s prone form and knelt, straddling her face. She positioned herself directly above Jasper’s mouth, her small, green cunt hovering just inches from the Gem who had once been the pinnacle of Homeworld’s military might.
“You wanted to be my slave,” Peridot stated, her voice husky with need. “So serve me. Show me your devotion. Make your master cum.”
Jasper’s tear-filled eyes focused on the slick, glistening folds above her. There was no hesitation, no resistance left. The collar had seen to that. With a weak, trembling motion, she lifted her head from the dirt and pressed her tongue against Peridot’s entrance.
It was clumsy, still inexperienced, but it was fueled by a desperate, total surrender. She licked and probed, her massive features contorted in concentration, trying to please the tiny Gem who owned her.
Peridot groaned, her head falling back. The sensation, combined with the dizzying power of the situation, was too much. Her carefully maintained control shattered.
“Yes! That’s it, you brute! Lick your master’s pussy! Drink me!” she cried out, her hips beginning to rock against Jasper’s face, fucking her mouth with short, frantic thrusts.
The pressure that had been building since her battle with Jasper, the pent-up need for her own climax, exploded. With a sharp, guttural scream, Peridot came. It wasn’t a gentle flow; it was a torrent. A hot, gushing flood of her release splashed across Jasper’s face, coating her nose, her cheeks, her chin, dripping into her open, panting mouth.
Jasper didn’t pull away. She accepted it, her tongue still working weakly, swallowing what she could, her eyes squeezed shut as Peridot’s essence marked her as thoroughly as the collar around her neck.
When it was over, Peridot slumped forward, catching herself on her hands, breathing heavily. She looked down at the mess she had made of Jasper’s face—a face that had once struck fear into entire battalions, now glazed with her spend.
A slow, satiated smile spread across Peridot’s lips. She reached down and patted Jasper’s wet cheek.
“Good slave,” she purred.
The conquest was complete. Every last shred of debasement had been achieved. Peridot had not only broken Jasper; she had turned her into a living monument to her own glorious, perverted victory.