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Splinter	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 37018 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 2
Steven didn’t know how long he slept, but when he opened his eyes to find Pearl shaking him awake, the light outside the window was beginning to fade. The thought made him nervous; thinking of darkness brought to mind the empty void of space. There were many reasons why it was necessary to be out there, alone, floating, but they did not like it.
They?
“Steven,” Pearl said, leaning her face down over his, “how do you feel?”
“S- strange,” he replied slowly. “I feel…um, we feel…it’s, it’s confusing.”
“It is disorienting to adapt to a new host,” Pearl said. “I would have given you more time to rest, but your friend Connie will arrive soon.”
“Connie…” Steven said.
He saw her in his mind, and it was as if he were looking at her through two pairs of eyes. To one pair, she was his friend, someone whose presence made him light up inside. To the other, she was a stranger. More than a stranger—an alien. A biological life form, very different from the Splinter. That was his name now, he realized, at least in a sense. He was Steven, and Pearl was Pearl, but they were both the Splinter.
“Steven,” Pearl said, “when Connie arrives, you must do as I taught you.”
“I…”
A part of him tried to resist. He understood that Pearl wanted him to do something that Connie would probably not be ready for. He was barely ready for it himself, having only just done it for the first time that day.
Pearl’s slim fingers took hold of his face, making him look her in the eye as she said, “Remember, Steven, you need to carry on your mother’s work. And remember the pleasure that this work can bring.”
Yes. There was the need, and there was the want.
“I…I understand,” he replied.
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Connie waved goodbye to her father. As he drove away, she went around the side of Steven’s house to its beach-facing front door. It was Saturday evening, and she was looking forward to a night of eating pizza, playing music, and doing whatever else she and Steven felt like doing. The lack of structure and planning was half the fun.
She knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately.
“Hey, Steven!” she said brightly. Then she held up the case she was carrying. “I brought my violin so we can jam.”
“Come inside,” Steven replied.
She entered, and he closed the door behind her. Connie looked around.
“Where are the Gems?” she asked. “I mean, I’m here to hang out with you, but I wanted to say hi, at least.”
“They’re around,” Steven said.
He stepped directly in front of her, and she noticed something odd: Steven’s eyes were streaked with short, luminous orange lines in his irises and whites. As she looked at the lines, they seemed to float around in a chaotic circle inside his eyes.
“Connie,” Steven said, “come over to the bed with me.”
“Um, okay,” Connie replied.
She set her violin case down by the door and followed Steven over and up to his bedroom area. Given that his TV and gaming system were there, she thought maybe he had a new game or a video or something to show her.
When they were beside the bed, he looked at her again, and she again saw those strange orange streaks. How had she forgotten about them in the few seconds since she first saw them?
“Steven,” she said hesitantly, “are you…okay?”
Steven’s eyes remained fixed on hers.
“Take off your clothes.”
Connie blinked. “Huh?”
“Take off your clothes, Connie.”
She took a step back. “Steven, what’s going on with you? And what’s wrong with your eyes?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Connie. Just take off your clo-”
“Stop saying that!” Connie shouted. “Steven, something’s not right here. I’m going to go get help.”
She turned around and walked right into Pearl, the girl’s face bumping into the tall Gem’s chest.
“Pearl, thank goodness!” Connie said. “There’s something wrong with Steven, and-”
Connie gasped as Pearl’s strong hand closed on her shoulder, holding her immobile. Pearl forcibly turned the girl to face Steven.
“You haven’t subdued her properly,” Pearl said.
“I tried,” Steven answered, “but…we’re still getting used to this body. It’s taking a lot longer than usual.”
“Oh, of course,” Pearl said, her tone now forgiving. “I did not account for the difficulty of adapting to the hybrid’s partly organic physiology. But you still have a vital task to complete.”
Connie turned her head and looked up at Pearl. Connie could see a multitude of glowing specks in the Gem’s eyes, the same shade of orange as the streaks in Steven’s.
Rapidly, Connie grabbed Pearl’s arm and try to throw the tall Gem over her shoulder. But Pearl had taught Connie everything she knew about fighting, and she was ready; still gripping Connie’s shoulder, Pearl took a step back, preventing Connie from getting the leverage she needed for a throw.
“Connie,” Pearl said, “you must cooperate with Steven. Remove your clothing.”
Her voice barely a whisper, Connie said, “No.”
With her free hand, Pearl tore Connie’s overalls from her body.
“No!” Connie screamed. “Pearl, stop!”
Ignoring Connie’s cry, Pearl said calmly, “Undress, Steven. You must breed Connie now.”
“B- breed?” Connie stuttered, even as she watched Steven strip off his shirt. Then her eyes went from wide to huge as she realized what that meant.
“No!” she cried, struggling uselessly in Pearl’s iron grip. “Steven, Pearl, don’t do this!”
Steven looked at Connie then, and for a moment, she could see Steven—the real Steven—in his eyes. Then he looked up at Pearl.
“Can’t we…can’t we make this…easier, for her?”
Evenly, Pearl replied, “You already tried and failed to subdue her. Her nervous system will resist any further attempts, so I cannot subdue her myself.” Then, more firmly, Pearl went on, “Do not let her distress deter you from your work. You must breed her, Steven.”
Pearl ripped off the struggling Connie’s shirt, leaving the girl in just her white training bra and pink panties. With great efficiency, Pearl snatched off the bra and then the panties with loud ripping sounds, and then Connie was naked save for her sneakers and socks.
“Oh, God!” Connie screamed, her eyes full of disbelief as she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. Pearl grabbed hold of Connie’s arms and pinned them behind her, not permitting the girl the least bit of modesty.
Steven finished undressing, then looked at Connie’s nude body. She had only the very beginnings of breasts, and the slit between her legs was much like Pearl’s. The sight of it made Steven think of what he had done with Pearl a few hours earlier, and his penis began to harden.
“Good, Steven,” Pearl said, looking at the boy’s growing member.
Pearl picked up the struggling Connie and put her on her back on the bed. Then Pearl grabbed both of Connie’s wrists in one hand and held them immobile against the mattress, above the girl’s head.
“Steven, please,” Connie begged. “Don’t…”
Pearl could see that the girl’s pleas were bothering Steven. She supposed that she was not surprised; the Splinter had not yet fully integrated with the hybrid, so he was still somewhat under the sway of his remnant human attachments. But Pearl could not let these interfere with this important step of the plan, so she put her free hand over Connie’s mouth, muffling the girl’s cries.
“Breed her, Steven,” Pearl said. “She will feel better afterward.”
Steven got onto the bed at its foot. Connie tried to push him away with her feet, but Steven grabbed hold of her legs and held them apart as he climbed on top of her.
Now he could clearly see her vagina, and the little opening at the bottom. It wasn’t lubricated like Pearl’s had been, but Steven realized that he was producing his own lubricant from the head of his member. This had happened before, but he had never produced this much of it. And the substance, instead of being completely clear, had a silvery sheen, making him think of Pearl’s vaginal fluid.
He rubbed the precum around the head of his penis, making it slick. Then he put his hips firmly between Connie’s flailing legs, placed the head of his member against her entrance, and pushed.
“Mmmmmmph!” Connie screamed through Pearl’s hand.
Steven barely heard her, because he was focused on the sensation of entering her. The inside of her wasn’t slick and glassy like Pearl’s; it was warm, and soft, and it felt alive in a way that Pearl’s insides did not. He couldn’t help but pull most of the way out of Connie and then push in again, just to repeat the sensation of entering her.
“Good,” Pearl said, her voice calm even though she was holding down the struggling Connie. “Stay focused on the pleasurable sensations. That will help you to inseminate her.”
Steven thrust into Connie again and again, concentrating on the feel of her cunt around him and ignoring the helpless, pleading look in her big eyes and the muffled whimpers she made with each of his thrusts. He could feel his cock producing more silvery precum, lubricating her inside and making the sensations of moving within her even sweeter.
Pearl watched with both satisfaction and anticipation. The plan may not have been going perfectly smoothly, but it was proceeding on schedule. Possessing the hybrid had been a vital step, and now they were about to take another: taking possession of and inseminating a fully organic being. If this could be done, then there would be no limit to what the Splinter could accomplish, on this planet or any other.
After a couple of minutes, Connie’s whimpering faded, as did the look of fear and violation in her eyes, which were now growing dull and sleepy. Pearl removed her hand from the girl’s mouth.
“Good, Connie,” Pearl cooed. “It feels better to cooperate, doesn’t it?”
“Better…” Connie said faintly.
Steven fucked her harder, and now the girl was panting in time with him. Pearl watched closely, a smile on her face.
“Yes, Steven, you’re getting close now. Soon you will fill her with seed, yours and ours.”
Steven didn’t know why, but Pearl’s words drove his sexual excitement to a high peak. He shouted “AAAAAAH!” and instinctively thrust as deep into Connie as he could. He could feel his body pumping liquid into hers, and he could tell that it was more than he had produced during his earlier liaison with Pearl.
When Steven’s orgasm subsided, the tall Gem stroked Steven’s hair with one hand and Connie’s with the other.
“Very good,” she said. “If we are lucky, this will lead to conception. If not, then we will try again, as many times as necessary.”
“O- okay…” Connie mumbled.
Then, with Steven still on top of her, Connie fell asleep. Steven climbed off of her and looked to Pearl.
“Go and get cleaned up, now,” she told him. “Connie will awaken in a little while.”
Pearl paused, then added, “When she does, she will probably be hungry. We should order a pizza.”
Steven heard what Pearl said, but at the same time, he was receiving another kind of message from her—not in words, but in a series of pictures that appeared in his mind. He saw the front door of the house open, and in the doorway stood a girl, holding a pizza box. The girl’s identity fluctuated between Jenny Pizza and Kiki Pizza.
Steven knew what the picture meant. Ordering from Fish Stew Pizza would bring another female into the house. A female he could breed, just as he had bred Connie.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Let’s order a pizza.”
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