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Not a Story For Steven.	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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     Mr. Universe, one-man rock show extraordinaire, had struck out again. Not that it was his fault- an untimely interruption of his flirtation by his manager Marty and a beautiful mountain of a woman had gotten away. He picked his way along the darkened streets of Beach City until he was struck by a sign that seemed promising. A chain link fence bore s simple sign- “Keep off of beach,” but tacked beneath it was a rougher, hand cut wooden sign marked in an untidy scrawl “Or else!”

Absentmindedly he spoke to a bird perched atop the fence- “Oh, you think she has a jealous boyfriend or something?”
To the owl’s simple call of “hoo?” Greg continued.
“You know- the jumbo-sized babe with the great big… er…. Hair. Very pink, very curly.” he finished, shaking the image of her breasts casually at his eye level from his immediate memory.
“Oh yeah,” the Owl responded. “Jasper’s not really Rose’s boyfriend, but she’s definitely the jealous type. Go check it out, could be fun if you don’t get killed for trespassing.”
While Greg tried to wrap his head around the sentient wildlife, the bird flew off in a gale of laugher. But now he had a name, sure that he was on the right track.

     Feeling like Alice down the rabbit hole Greg clambered over the fence and followed the bird to the massive and crumbling ruin of an ancient temple. Somewhere inside he heard the owl’s voice communicating in a rapid, furtive tone about his presence. There was a woman in the temple- a black lady with a near-cubic afro, her face impassive behind a thick visor.
“You there- state your purpose here.
In an attempt to restore a trace of dignity after scrabbling across the sand, Greg schooled his face and voice to as close to neutral as he could when he told her.
“Yeah, I’m looking for a mysterious woman- kind of… super tall… really fills out an outfit- giant hair?”
“Pink or white?”
“Huh?”
A white glow splahed over the scene as a woman stepped out of it. Half blinded by the sudden glow, Greg blinked, focusing on the shape striding across the room towards him. Oh, she was tall all right. Oh, that hair was massive, swaying behind her with each swaggering stride. Oh yes, Mr. Universe was ready for takeoff.
“There she is! I mean, there you are. I mean… it’s you! I was starting to think I wouldn’t be able to find you!” His excitement slipped out with every other word as he rubbed his eyes, willing them to focus again and take in her image- she was so close now he wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell her.
“Well then, what do you think? Everything you were hoping for?”
Suddenly his stomach fell- that terse baritone- that couldn’t be right.
His vision swam into full focus now; no white dress but a tight outfit that looked like a football uniform. No pink curls, but a wild mane much like his own. No delicate pale skin but a vibrant marbling of amber and crimson. Certainly she looked none too welcoming, hands braced on her hips, thick spiked bracelets gleaming menacingly in the moonlight.
Of course… she was tall. And the uniform clung to her in a way that he couldn’t help but feel invited you to take a look at the subtle curves of the muscles beneath. Suddenly she bent at the waist, golden eyes piercing his own, the angle providing a tantalizing hint of the cleavage of the perky breasts for anyone brave enough to break eye contact. Well, his mother didn’t raise a quitter. He snuck a peak down her collar. She noticed- one eyebrow tilting ever so slightly sent butterflies through Greg’s stomach.
“What should we do with him, Jasper? Throw him back over the fence?”
“In a minute, maybe.” Jasper straightened her back once more, forcing Greg to crane his neck back up to meet her eyes, willing himself not to let his gaze drop again. “So, who are you, runt?”
Greg ran a hand across his mane, giving it a light shake.
“Well my name’s Greg, but you can call me-“
“Mister Universe?” a clear alto voice lilting gently with surprise rang out across the room.
Jasper spun on her heels and snapped to a salute, her elbow catching Greg in the chest and knocking him to the sandy floor.
“Oh my goodness! Jasper, help him up.” Rose implored, delicately crossing the cave to meet him.
Jasper’s strong arms braced his arm and a shoulder, lifting him quickly but delicately as an egg.
Behind the casual display of strength from her and the sweet compassion in the pink gem’s eyes, Greg found himself standing on jellied knees, grinning back and forth between the two. Lord, they each had to be eight feet tall.
Jasper grunted, releasing Greg’s shoulder as if she’d had her hands in a trash can.
“I should have known he’d be another one of your pets.”
“No, no,” Rose shook her head, sending pink ringlets cascading across her shoulders. She spoke soothingly, her voice honey to douse the rising tension.
“I’ve only just met him. He was playing a concert on the beach- I just had to go and see.”
“I’ve been told I have that effect on the ladies,” Greg quipped, idly fingering a lock of hair by his ear.
“You should have told me you had a sister- I could have brought a shirt for her too.”
He cast an apologetic glance towards Jasper, who hotly averted her eyes.
“So what, your gimmick is space? Cute.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Rose cooed, seemingly oblivious to Jasper’s sarcasm.
“So what. Anyone can sing. I can sing.” Jasper folded her arms, glaring at her dear leader.

“Well that’s great,” Greg began. “I’ve actually been working on a new piece or two but I’m not sure I can really make the lower notes work with my voice.” Greg could sense that time was working against him- Marty would be looking for him soon. The next line would have to be good. Come on space train, let’s pull out of the station.
“If you want, the three of us could jam sometime. Bet we’d make some wonderful music together.” He coupled it with his most charming smile and what he hoped was a sexy pose.

He did not expect the laughs that followed. Wry chuckling from the black lady in the visor, a coquettish titter from Rose, and a sharp barking guffaw from Jasper. He threw up his hands to admit defeat, only to feel his wrist caught again in Jasper’s mighty paw.
“What do you say, Rose? You did always say I should try to see the organics more like you do. Can you handle sharing?”
His other hand was enveloped by more graceful fingers that squeezed him lightly.
“Can you?”
Jasper and Greg responded “Yes!” at the same time, prompting another round of laughter.

“All right, then. Garnet- watch the door. Try to keep Amethyst from sneaking in while we get to know Mr. Universe.”
Greg’s face fought itself, not sure whether to flush or run pale.
“Now?”
Like fire and ice, two arms crept around his waist. One firm and demanding, one draping and inviting. Pink ringlets and white spiked tufts tickled his cheeks. Soft pendulous breasts and firm pert breasts pressed against the back of his neck.
“What’s the matter, human? Got something better to do?”
“Yeah, no. Empire City can wait. Show me the way, ladies.”

(Production notes for following scene: Channel Bre for Rose, Cody for Jasper.

     In Rose’s room, the two gems rested on a bed summoned from clouds. Jasper leaned forward, hunched over her knees. Rose sat with her ankles crossed, reclining on outstretched hands. Mr. Universe was sure he had seen it all. But now was time to show it all.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Universe? Stage fright?” Rose teased, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Not a chance,” Greg lied, “A performer always takes time to appreciate their audience before starting the show.”
Greg too a quick breath, releasing it through pursed lips. He strode away from the beautiful pair, sliding his hands up through his hair, then tossed it out to all sides with a toss of his neck. He turned back to them, one hand toying with them hem of his shirt and the waist of his jeans, the other trailing across his collarbones.
The gems exchanged conspirational looks, but said nothing. Greg lifted his shirt slowly, revealing inch a trail of fine hairs, the slight curve of a paunch, a faint trace of muscle along his ribs. Crossing his arms, he finally stripped the shirt up, exposing a set of pecs once set hard with lean muscle, now softened from months of cramped van living and diner meals.
Greg cocked his hips to the side, turning and shooting a look back at the gems over his shoulder.
He was rewarded by playful faces, one mischievous and the other wolfish.
Jasper began to stand but was stopped by Rose’s hand on her thigh.
“I think we get the idea, Mr. Universe. How about you come here and we help you with the rest?”
Greg missed a step on his way back to the bed as Jasper’s hand shot out, hooking behind his belt and tugging him forward. He stumbled, catching himself with a hand on each woman’s shoulder.
Rose’s pump hands were making quick work of buckle, button and zipper.
Before he had time to appreciate the view, Jasper crept behind him, planting a hand on his back and sending him sprawling on the bed with a shove. Greg rolled over to find each gem taking a hold of his jeans, yanking them free of his legs.
Now Rose gave an honest gasp- the cock that his jeans had held so tightly to his thigh stretched below the leg of his boxers, a drop of precum beading its swollen tip. Even Jasper could not hide a nod or two of approval.
It was Greg’s turn to share a playful grin.
“Yeah, I know. Part of the reason I got into taller women.”
Jasper and Rose got on their knees on opposite sides of Greg, looking into each other’s eyes. Rose traced a finger along a vein stretching along Greg’s shaft. Jasper pinched the head, rolling it between her fingers. She stretched a drop of precum between her thumb and finger before sampling it with a grimace.
“I don’t see the appeal so far,” Jasper told Rose.
“Maybe you aren’t looking at things the right way. Follow my lead.”
Rose cupped Jasper’s chin in her hand and pulled her forward, sandwiching Greg’s penis between their lips. Taking the hint readily, Jasper parted her lips and reached out her tongue, searching for Rose’s with each lick. Each time she found it Rose gave her an appreciative “mmm,” encouraging her to redouble her efforts. Greg stared dumbfounded at the sight before him. To his right, Rose’s well-rounded ass loomed high in the air, her breasts swaying gently with each motion of her head. To his left, Jasper’s sculpted physique crouched low- her firmer, tighter rear poised at the top of an arched back, the broad muscles of her shoulders stretching the fabric of her uniform as she braced herself on her forearms.
        The two continued to seek each other’s lips around his cock for a few more moments, lips and tongue pressing him one way and the next in an intricate dance until Rose broke rhythm, putting her lips firmly to his cock and sliding her way up and down the shaft. Jasper followed suit, working the opposite to Rose’s rhythm. Now their lips brushed only when they met in the middle, their tongues lolling against his dick as they went.
     Rose lifted her head to take the tip of Greg’s cock in her mouth, putting a steadying hand in Jasper’s hair to keep her from following suit. Jasper began to explore earnestly now, kissing and lapping along his length while Rose worked her tongue around the tip. She worked down at an agonizingly slow rate, each whirling motion of tongue or vacuum pressured kiss moving another millimeter down. Jasper reached one great hand down to fondle Greg’s scrotum, but Rose pulled lips away from the tip with a wet pop.
“Oh dearest, you’re not ready for that yet. They’re very fragile. Take over for me and I’ll show you what to do.”
       Removing her hand with a scoff, Jasper observed Rose’s nimble fingers slowly knead and massage Greg’s balls, the way she would flick her eyes up to meet Greg’s, the long, slow, gentle pulls as she sucked one side of it or another into her mouth at a time. She inhaled deeply now and then, taking in the smells of sweat, sex, and saliva as she worked.
“Didn’t she say to take over for her?” At Greg’s question, a low chuckle escaped Rose from behind a mouthful of scrotum. Broken from the reverie of watching her superior in action, Jasper gave a good-natured scowl. Putting a hand on Greg’s knee, she parted her lips slowly, brushed just the tip of her tongue slowly over his cock, as if looking for any lingering taste of Rose. Her eyes met his again-
“You ready, then?”
Without waiting for his answer, she plunged down, his length vanishing into her deep mouth.
He gave a startled cry, clutching the sheets beneath him with her sudden effort. Rose adjusted her angle, leaving one hand to continue kneading his balls while her other began a tender exploration of his body.
“She’s very eager, isn’t she Mr. Universe?”
“I’ll- oOoh- I’ll say!”
Rose trailed her fingers along his stomach, nails tracing little pink scratches along his ribs. Jasper had now worked herself down to the hilt on him, her gleaming nose tickling the tuft of hair on his groin as her throat squeezed him like a slimy fist.
“Tell me Jasper, how do you like our new friend? Don’t you think he’s just delightful?”
If Rose’s words weren’t enough to send a shiver down his spine, the rumbling moan Jasper hummed into his cock was. Hands leaving the sheets behind him, he buried them in Jasper’s wild mane, taking a fistful in each.
Rose slid a single finger up Greg’s neck, pausing under his chin before tilting his head to meet her eyes. She knelt beside the bed by his head now, wide eyes and pouting lips filling his vision. Her voice came out as low, sultry smoke.
“You didn’t forget about me, did you?”
“Never” was all Greg could think to say as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers in hot, breathless need. Their tongues pressed swerved against each other, somewhere between a battle and a dance. He dared to nibble her bottom lip, tugging it gently away as she groaned slightly into him. She slid her fingers into his hair, wrapping his long locks around a hand before jerking his head back suddenly to expose his neck. She licked, kissed, bit around the base of his throat, the soft flesh under his jaw, the taper of his neck meeting the shoulders.
Meanwhile Jasper’s hands had begun to trace his thigh and stomach. Precise motions guided her strong hands along his body, a pinching grip of thumb and fingers that felt as appropriate probing an enemy for weak spots as a lover for passionate ones.
       Greg found himself in a heaven he could scarcely have imagined when he arrived that morning in Beach City, bucking his hips erratically into Jasper’s waiting mouth, one hand distractedly stroking the bouncing cotton candy of Rose’s hair as she kissed him again, her weight pressing him into the bed as she leaned into him. As his moans came more frantically against her tongue, she drew back, still not releasing her hold on his hair.
“I think he’s ready now, Jasper. Now do it just like I told you!”
            Obediently the tiger-striped warrior scrambled to kneel between his knees at the foot of the bed, stretching her mouth open as wide as it would go, tongue lolling out, one cupped hand beneath her jaw.
Rose toyed with his hair as she held his head upright to give him a clear view of the show as his dick began to twitch, spurting one strong geyser of pearlescent white that splashed across Jasper’s nose, lips, and chin. A second pump shot out that Jasper skillfully caught on her outstretched tongue, and a final ropy stream of cum she sucked directly from his softening member.
Rose let Greg fall back panting on the bed, stars in his eyes.
Jasper stood up, brusquely wiping her nose and lips.
“How does he taste?” Rose asked, crossing to stand by her companion.
Jasper worked her mouth wordlessly, the fresh cum in her mouth bubbling slightly with the motion.
“I don’t… It isn’t.”
“Hush, hush. It can be an acquired taste, I know. Here, let me help you.”
Gently taking Jasper’s face in both hands, Rose began with a delicate lick across the gem’s nose. With short pecks, she kissed Jasper’s lips and chin clean as Jasper embraced her, hands clamped tightly into the small of her back and between her should blades. Greg felt the first twinge as his penis began to swell again.
Rose pulled Jasper into long, slow kiss, hands tilting Jasper’s head this way and that as her tongue sought out each morsel of human delicacy.
Satisfied, Rose pulled back, and when she spoke next it severed a silvery thread of spit and semen connecting the two gems.
“Better?”
Jasper could only nod, running her eyes across Rose’s elegant beauty inches away and the punkish cutie on the outskirts of her vision.

“Good. Now, are you ready?”
“Yes, my di… Yes, Rose.”
“Good. What about you, Mr. Universe- ready?”
“What do you mean?” Greg asked dumbly.
Rose put a hand on her hip, grinning ear to ear as she turned to face him.

“Mr. Universe- Greg. That was just the opening act. It’s time for the headliner.”
Any chance that Greg could protest was snuffed out as in a flash of warm light, Rose’s dress and Jasper’s uniform vanished, leaving the two alien goddesses bare before his eyes.
“Oh man… just… give me five.”

~To be continued.~
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