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Stevonnie's Angels	By : TheDirtyEquestrian2.0 Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 10624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kiki sat in the living room with her dad, Kofi and dind't bother to pretend to be interested in what was on the screen. Kofi on the other hand couldn't be more engrossed. Other than his pizza restaurant and his simmering sexual tension with Mr. Fryman, Kofi Pizza loved nothing more than eighties action movies.
"When I was a boy, I wanted to make a movie about Satan killing Jesus. So told my dad about it and he beat the shit out of me, which just made my determination stronger," explained the elderly dutch director on the screen.
Kiki glanced out the window and sighed. Normally her father's mindlessly violent movies had the effect of shutting down her brain, but him spending all his time watch interviews by the cast and crews instead of watching his usual gorefest was having the opposite effect. She was becoming listless and asking way too many questions; the kind that only undermine's a person's self esteem and life choices.
"I was a body builder when someone handed me the script to the movie, Satan Kills Jesus and I thought it was shit. Thirty years after the fact, I'm glad my wife talked me into taking the role of Jesus," explained the African-American man who was highly muscular despite his advancing white hair.
Kiki shifted in her chair as her father was completely invested in the making of his favorite film. The problem wasn't that she was thinking too much, but ever since the prom, she was thinking too much about her . . . him. . . them. Fuck, she didn't even know to how to gender that person, let alone their name. She'd been horny before, and found men and women hot before but there wasn't this . . . this bright, light feeling in her chest.
Her father eagerly watched as an actor typecast as an old eighties businessman spoke, "Back then I played nothing but sitcom dads so when Paul offered me the chance to play the devil I took it. Satan's basically just the dad who treats his wife and kids like a punching bag."
It was as much as Kiki could take. "I'm going for a walk, dad," she explained to her father, getting up off the couch.
"Kiki!" her father objected, "This is our bonding, you love these movies. Or at least you don't hate them; has being a teenager changed what you think?"
She shook her head, "No dad, I just need time to think?"
Kofi cocked his head, pausing the special features on his DVD. "Wait, is this about a boy?"
"No, dad," she said, preparing to be interrogated.
"Is it about a girl?" he asked.
Kiki groaned, "I'm not sure if they're either or."
If she expected her father to flip out she was wrong. Kofi just shrugged. "Well whatever, just make sure you use a condom or a dental dam if they're a lady."
"Dad!" she cried out, dark cheeks going flush with embarrasment.
"What? I'm your father and I can't stop you from being a woman but you gotta be vigilant against herpes."
"I'm leaving," she left without further prompting.
The woods were cool, comforting and very familiar. The moon shone bright like it had since the first time she and her sister went wandering off when they were old enough to first walk. Everything about these woods spoke of hidden fairies, magic castles and childhood fantasies. They were the perfect place for hikers, nature enthusiasts and lovers.
Lovers.
Kiki bit her lip, the moisture spreading down below the easiest part to hande. The sex was great but she couldn't cope with the need. She wanted to hold that person's hand again, wanted to hug them and cuddle like a romantic little fool. She didn't even know them but she wanted to know them.
Rubbing her thighs together, she tried to think of something else other than their impressive member and skilled tongue. Mentally she conjured an image of her and the person sitting and mocking her dad's over the top action films.
She shook her head. Helpless was the way that this person made her feel. She felt helpless as she chased after the kind look in that person's eyes and the gentleness of their hands.
The broughts of trees swayed gently in the wind and the perfume of summer flowers travelled to Kiki's nose; everything felt magic. There was a romance in the air and being apart from the object of her romance drove her up the wall.
Stopping, she took a moment to grab her bearings. She smiled; this was the pond where she and her sister had gone peeping on boys swimming nude. It was a moment of innocence for them as well as their first chance to see how male plumbing worked. Those were some fun times and fun was exactly what she needed.
That was when she felt a long, phallic object snaking up her leg.
Before she could react, a red vine wrapped itself around her midsection. She screamed, and tried to pound at it, but it was firm and wouldn't budge. She was lifted into the air by the tentacle, several feet above the ground. She noticed now that there were more of them, more of these tentacles moving everywhere. It was as if the garden had come alive, and it was all moving towards her.
Suddenly, several more came up from the ground. Her screams permeated the air as another wrapped itself around her other leg, one flew up around her neck, two others went to her arms, and several merely came to hover around her. Kiki had no idea what to do. She was absolutely terrified, and now immobilized. Horrified beyond rational thought, she could only keep screaming and struggling in vain.
The vines... no, she realized. Tentacles. She couldn't think of them as vines. They seemed less like a plant branch and more like a living animal. She couldn't understand what they were, but nature could not produce something so horrific as these... tentacles.
The tentacles hovering around her moved in closer. Several of them began to rub her body, often leaving their purple sap on her. One of them began to rub her face, around her mouth. She tried turning her face away, sobbing at this hideous thing violating her. Another wrapped itself around her right breast and began to squeeze. A third moved beneath her crotch, tore off her shorts and began rubbing her exposed labia.
What was this? Was she being molested by plants? Were these tentacles about to... violate her?
As if in answer, a blue tentacle at her face went to her lips, and though her teeth were clenched tight, it forced its way past her lips and teeth, into her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock as the tentacle began to move itself in and out, pumping itself into her throat. She tried to scream, but it was muffled against the blue phallus pistoning within her. Thick tears fell from her eyes, mixing with the sap on her cheeks as they came down. She tried to struggle, tried to move at all, but found herself doing nothing but swinging slightly. The tentacles held her well in place.
She could taste the sap from the tentacle in her mouth now. It was sweet, syrupy. It would have been delicious under other circumstances, but she couldn't deal with it then. The taste overwhelmed her taste buds as the violent thrusting continued. Her lips were now covered in the purplish goo, which was dripping off of the tentacle every time it pulled out of her mouth, only to shoot back in.
And she could feel it, all over the rest of her body as the other tentacles rubbed themselves on her now naked body. Another tentacle came to her face and began to rub itself against her, this one a light pink, and finally the one that had been rubbing her shaved pelvis pushed itself against her labia before thrusting itself inside violently. Kiki's eyes bugged and shetried to scream again, though it was still muffled. It pistoned into her much harder than the one in her mouth, causing her body to jump withevery thrust. It banged against her cervix, sending pain shooting through her torso.
For several minutes, Kiki screamed in vain, while the two tentacles violently raped her and several more groped at her nude form, leaving sticky slime all over her body. The blue tentacle sped suddenly, and just a few seconds later beganto spew sap down her throat. Kiki didn't know what to do, and tried to hack up as much of the sticky sap as possible. Fortunately, the tentacle withdrew quickly, and she was able to cough up most of it, desperately hacking and trying to breathe. When she was finally able to suck inenough air, she yelled as loud as she could.
"HELP!" She got nothing else out, however, as the pink tentacle shoved itself in her open mouth. Kiki sobbed, continuing to try to scream for in vain for help. The pink tentacle continued where the blue left off.
By now, the tentacle pouding her pussy was nearing orgasm as well. It's rapid increase in pace made Kiki try to scream "No!", and "Stop!" but she could get nothing out. The banging against her cervix ended suddenly, the tentacle's sap filling her.
It withdrew a moment later, the goo dripping out of Kiki onto the ground.
For a long while, Kiki couldn’t see or hear anything. She couldn’t feel a thing. Then the pain returned, ten, twenty, a hundred fold. Pain was everything, and there was nothing else. Except for nausea, and the feeling of being swung about in the air like a rag doll. And the hundreds of tentacles slipping all across her body, binding her legs and wings, reaching all over and everywhere, and her powerless to do anything to stop it.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the forest floor hanging over her head, and her hair stretched out towards it. Something thick and warm and red slipped from her chin to her cheek to her forehead and fell upwards into the air above her. She realized that she was dangling upside down. The tentacles held tight around each of her legs, around her whole waist and chest. Even if she could fight past all the dull pain in her head and struggle, all she would have been able to do was wiggle now. Their grip was too strong. But wiggle she did, as much as she could, but it didn’t do her any good.
The tentacles abruptly tore her legs in opposite directions, spreading them wide, too wide, much wider than she’d ever seen them go. Kiki's thighs burned furiously, feeling as if they had been ripped apart, and she cried out.
She looked up and saw a large, pointed tentacle appear and hover over her totally exposed pussy. It poised curiously above her for a moment, then plunged down in between her legs and inside. All gentleness forgotten, the tentacle drove inside her, harsh and unsympathetic. It forced her tight hole open wider and wider, pushing deeper and deeper, and she cried out again, whimpered pleas for mercy.
The tentacle, incredibly, stopped. But another instantly appeared by her mouth, slipped up her chin, and touched her lips. Kiki clamped her mouth shut and turned her head away, but another tentacle held her head still while the first lunged at her mouth. It pushed its way past her closed lips, then forced itself even through her teeth. It wrapped around her tongue like a vine around a tree limb, and then slipped down into her throat. Kiki gagged and screamed, but the tentacle completely filled her mouth, and the sounds came out only as low, muffled groans.
Above her, between her legs, the other tentacle began its push inside again. It drove deep, deep, deep, filling her past her every limit. Her muscles clenched desperately at the smooth, slippery flesh of the tentacle, only making every centimeter it pushed further more painful. Deep, deep, deeper than she thought possible, deep until she thought it couldn’t possibly go any deeper, but deeper it went. Kiki, violated, humiliated, gagged, helpless, could do nothing but twitch and squirm in the tentacles’ grip.
Finally, the tentacle paused, but only for a moment. It drew back out of her an inch, her inner muscles still clutching at it all the way, and then it slammed back inside her again. It pulled out, then charged in again. And then again and again and again. Each time, her whole body lifted up towards the tentacle as it pulled back, and the collapsed and shuddered when it drove back inside. Again, again, again. And each time the tentacle pushed in more easily, but more forcibly, faster, faster, faster. Instead of going numb, Kiki felt more and more acutely the slippery, soft-but-firm texture of the tentacle sliding along the flesh of her inner walls. A horrible, shameful pleasure grew inside her, a heat and pressure building in her abdomen, a twisted pleasure from being fucked harder than she ever had before, her helpless to do anything to stop it, and all the more overwhelming for being horrible and shameful.
She felt another pointed tentacle, near the first. It slipped almost leisurely along the inside of her thigh, around her gaping, dripping, filled pussy, and then pressed up against her ass. Without giving her even a moment of preparation, the second tentacle drove inside her second hole, just the same as the first had. It pushed in deep, deep, deep, never stopping, always driving further, while the first tentacle continued pumping brutally in and out. But her ass was tighter, dryer, and the second tentacle’s push inside was harder than before, more painful, and in some bizarre, broken part of Kiki's mind it was as better as it was worse. The tentacles wholly filled both holes, and another tentacle was still down her throat, and it was all as arousing and pleasurable as it was painful and mortifying.
Just as the first, the second tentacle only stopped when it truly could not possibly plunge any deeper. And then it pulled out, and thrusted quickly back in. Again, again, again. In rhythm with the first, one then the other, her pussy then her ass, one then the other, slamming in and out. The two tentacles, separated by what seemed only the thinnest layer of flesh, filled her more than she had ever thought could be possible, and they rutted her hard and fast and ruthlessly. She couldn’t struggle or squirm, hanging upside down, blood rushing to her head, a thousand wet tentacles with free reign of her whole body, feeling, touching every part of her. She could only whimper and accept each savage thrust.
Her body shuddered, from her thighs to her shoulders, in one great wave, and Kiki came, warm liquid spurting around the tentacle that was pumping and stuffed in her pussy, and the cum slipped quickly down her thighs, down her stomach, across and through all the writhing tentacles, down her chest, her neck, her chin, and finally dribbled onto her lips, her own fluids, her own essence, and, though she knew it was hopelessly wrong and obscene, the musky taste and smell only made her feel more turned on. The tentacles didn’t let up for even a minute. If anything, they fucked her faster, harder, more violently, and Kiki moaned openly against the tentacle in her mouth.
A tentacle that had been grasping at her ankles moved down to her neck, and wrapped around, round, round her throat. It pressed down against her throat, and she felt the tentacle inside and the one outside, nearly touching, and her breath became a hoarse trickle around the two.
As the tentacles plunged in and out of her, both of her holes wet and loose and absolutely yielding, yet another slid along her thigh, and this time rested on her hard, exposed clit. It began to curl around her stiff nub, squeeze, stroke roughly then furiously, and the sensations were immediately overwhelming. From between her legs, unchecked, shameful pleasure wracked her whole body and as the tentacle stroked her clit and the other tentacles slipped easily in and out of her, and another slipped further down the inside of her throat, and another pressed harder down on the outside of her throat, and great trembling waves of heat and electricity rushed out from her clit and pussy and a kind of terror and another kind of excitement and then more pleasure rocked her whole self, swept through every inch of her body, and she bucked her hips helplessly against the staggering, ruthless flood of feeling and sensation and emotion. She came again and the pressure and the heat exploded inside of her and the tentacles stroked, rubbed, kneaded her clit and the pressure exploded a third time, instantly, in her head, and there was nothing but the release, her and the sweet, blissful, undying pain of release.
The tentacles finally let her go, and she fell to the ground with dull, wet thud. She lay on the floor, limp, dripping everywhere with she didn’t even know what, shaking with aftershocks of three consecutive orgasms, her breath ragged and hoarse, every part of her bruised and everywhere sore.
Kiki heaved and pressed a hand flat on the ground beneath her and pushed herself up. She took a single step towards the trees, and then her legs buckled, and she collapsed on the floor and did not move except for her heavy breath. Too tired. Too sore. She couldn’t go anywhere.
Kiki noticed then that one more tentacle had wrapped around her leg, and it began to slowly drag her backwards across the floor, back towards the mass of tentacles.
Kiki knew that she could not fight it, could never break free, didn’t even know if she wanted to. She would be the helpless plaything of a million, billion lust-driven tentacles for hours, at least. She would be fucked again and again until someone came to rescue her. But who could? Kiki was the fastest runner in Beach City, and she hadn’t been able to out run it. Her friends might come, but the best they could do would be caught the same as her.
As she was dragged across the floor, a trail of cum and sweat following in her wake, Kiki began to consider for the first time that she very well might never escape. Those tentacles could do anything and everything they wanted to her for hours, days, maybe months, maybe years. She wouldn’t ever be able to do anything to stop it, and neither would anyone else. She was totally and absolutely at the mercy of the tentacles.
She tried to wriggle pitifully out of the tentacle’s grasp, but immediately a dozen more sprung out and curled around her other limbs and held her still. Another wet tentacle slipped along and then into her slit, and Kiki whimpered with tears streaming down her face as it all began again. As it would again and again forever. No escape. No help. No mercy.
Stevonnie lounged about the house at the foot of the temple, next to her sat Amethyst. Playing on the TV was a deluxe DVD edition of the classic, some say seminal, eighties action movie Satan Kills Jesus.
Pearl walked in just as Jesus shot a pimp in the balls with the largest handgun available to gun makers in the eighties. The prim and proper gem cringed at the copious amount of blood and gore spraying realstically from the pimp's atomized crotch area. Stevonnie and Amethyst just sat and passively smiled at the onscreen carnage.
"What in the stars do you even see in this?" Pearl asked, not attempting to mask her disgust.
"The violence isn't especially realistic," said Stevonnie, "But it's done with such aplomb and fun that it's impossible not to enjoy. It tickles Connie's love of surgery scenes and it touches on Steven's experience with life and death adventures."
"It's sickening," said Pearl, turning her nose up to the TV.
"Come on P, don't be so closed minded," said Amethyst. "This is a movie about a man who's divinity comes from his kindness. When he gets chainsaw crucified and tortured, it's people's love for him that brings him back; not because God miracled his ass back to earth. It's about a man who loved and was loved back; it's a polyamory story with guns."
Pearl raised an eyebrow to the purple gem. "When did you get philosophical?"
Amethyst shrugged, "I'm a soldier; when we're not fighting, we sit on our asses in barracks and trenches waiting for the next fight, passing the time writing poetry, painting pictures and shit. Soldiers sit on our asses a lot."
Stevonnie sat up while the purple and white gems went back and forth, a sickening feeling taking over their gut and their mind filling with the image of a wide eyed pizza delivery girl. "Uh, I gotta run, I'm feeling frisky. Amethyst, you can finishe the film without me."
"But dude!" Amethyst whined, "You're gonna miss the temple gunfight with the ninja!"
Stevonnie blinked and tried to steady their heartbeat, "Uh, we can pick it up when I get back. See you two around."
The human hybrid fusion left without further explanation. Their strong legs taking them forward like a demigod of legend charginging into battle. Some unknown sense guided them into the woods bordering the northern edge of the Gem's property.
Going through the woods like Diana the Hunter, Stevonnie's inner character raged.
Steven?! What this feeling?
Amethyst talked about it once, she called it her spider sense
What? Like future vision?
Sort of, she said a Quartz always knows when their mate is in danger
A mate . . .
A a buddy, a lover, a friend; my mom used to know when all the crystal gems were in trouble
So if we feel this, then. . .
Then . . .
The mental handshake of Stevonnie produced a single mental image. Kiki. The girl who woke up something inside them without ever really meaning to. That one image burned brightly in the fusion's imagination; giving her their first real taste of obsession.
Humans and the subspecies of quartz had something in common; they were familial by nature. They would die for their mates and their family unit. Those two distinct but similar sentiments flowed through Stevonnie and gave them strengh and purpose. When their enhnaced senses pickd up Kiki in one of the lower valleys of the forest, being raped by a twisting mass of corrupte gem; something inside gave way. A rage beyond rage reared its ugly head and for just one night, maybe, it would be turned against a foe most deservingly.
Before their ehanced senses, the moonlight forest was as bright as the day and that's when they saw the forest ranger's shed. A thought crept into Stevonnie's mind and they went with it.
Kiki felt numb from the protracted violation of her body and mind. Through the tentacles mass, she could see the serpentine mess leading back towards a compact body with a squid like beak and compound eyes like an insect. The beak snapped open and closed and the compound eyes glinted with something more than a dumb animal's hunting or mating instinct.
Agony wrapped through every fibre of her being and a strange sensation of numbness fell over her. From above, she watched herself, as though she'd seperated her mind and her corporeal form.
The vines kept pumping and thrusting, but began pulling her soft, vulnerable and naked form towards the clicking beak. It occured to Kiki that the creature was going to kill her. It seemed like a preferable option to living with the shame and trauma of this degredation.
The whine of an engine distracted both Stevonnie and the tetacle monster. Through the entire sordid affair of degredation, humiliation and violation a spike of warmth and happiness went through Kiki and just like that her mind returned to her body. A wordless scream of joy erupted out of her throat as a tentacle left her mouth to attack the charging, godly form of Stevonnie.
The person on the beach that made love to Kiki swooped down from the skies with the aplomb of a Marvel Comics hero and the murderous rage of a Dark Horse comics anti-hero.
Stevonnie screamed, spit flying as she brough to bear a weed whacker with razor wire wrapped around the business end. Spinning at hundreds of RPMs, the spinning, rusty razor wire met with the first of the tentacle dicks and tore it apart like wet tissue paper.
A shriek fit fro abyssal monsters and eldritch horrors erupted from the heart of the gem monster; vibrations shook up and down the small main body as the tentacles attacked with enough speed to break the sound barrier.
They might as well have been moving slow as far as Stevonnie was concerned, their powers multipled exponentially by the nature of fusion; they relished that this would not be a fair fight.
The weed whacker shredded tentacle dicks, the fusion deliberately starting each strike from the glans ending of each appendage; that was where most of the nerve endings and pain receptors would be kept.
They seemed to fly like superman, driven by a combination of superhuman leaps and an inate levitation ability. The result was that their feet never left the ground as their humble garden tool tore apart the tentacles like so much helpless kelp.
Kiki shrieked with disgust as the monster's faux tissue and blood splattered her; yet despite the revulsion she welcomed this. A very small part of her wanted justice to be done and a slightly larger part yet wanted to be the one doing the cutting. Her emotions rocketed around between terror that Stevonnie too would be violated by the creature and sadistic glee that it was getting its just deserts.
Many tentacles waved at only half their original lengh. From out of Stevonnie's gem, a flying shield became a razor sharp frisbee and bounced off trees and rocks to slice through more sinister appendages again and again and again.
The beast now had less than half the number of tentacles to start with and it's own mishapen, tumorous body looked weak, naked and exposed. A specially aimed shield strike sliced off its serrated beak; bringing forth fresh squeals of pain and a shower of fake blood which soon poofed in the oxidizing atmosphere of the earth.
Stevonnie flew through the tentacle nest faster than Kiki's human eyes could proces. Grinding their teeth and howling, their mashes the spinning, rusted wire into the monster's compound eyes; ripping through the tough outer casing and masticating the innner lenses and optic nerves.
The squealing of the monster reached a glass shattering pitch as its last remaining tentacles. The muscular, turgid appendages wrapped around Stevonnie's long, clean limbs but could not make her budge. Screaming, she shapeshifted additional muscle mass into her left arm; the size of it ripping the tentacles to shreds.
With that grotesquely enhanced arm, she punched through its final defence and wrapped their fingers around the flinty, dull gem that was the core of its being.
Against all belief, the squealing grew louder and higher pitched still and in that moment both Steven and Connie within wanted to crush that gem into dust. They held its core essence in their palm and by some gem exchange of information, fear was absorbed through their skin and they understood the terror and powerlessness that it felt.
They didn't kill it not because it desreved to live, but because they had stopped it. It would never harm another, never ruin another life. And honestly, the life of Kiki was worth a billion, trillion times more than the snuffing out of one monster ever could be. Like crushing a bug; the miniscule effort wasn't worth the miniscule satisfaction.
Then something happened, something that Stevonnie could never have expected. They saw into the monster's mind.
It took less than one milisecond. They ripped the flinty gem free from its body. In the less than one milisecond that the hard-light body took to poof into nitrogenous gasses, the gem interacted with the nerves in their skin and they saw into its mind.
Mind was a generous word for it. At best it was swirling malestrom that would put the worst acid trip to shame. What got their attention was a symbol of three diamonds in unity; white, yellow and blue. It alone was the mote of order in chaos, and the diamonds had a message.
Fight. Kill. For. Authority.
That was the last of it, and it didn't matter because they had a loved one to protect.
Stevonnie before they did anything else tore off their plus sized shirt and put it over Kiki's shivering frame.
Kiki glanced back at their savior with empty eyes, drawn to the beauty of Stevonnie's nude upper body like a baby responding to a mother's chest. Without a word, she took her savior in a hug; the one port in the storm, the last refuge in a world of warfare, pain and murder.
"I'm sorry, Kiki," said that person's mellefulous voice, large diamond clear tears dripping down their face. "I love you always, kiki."
The attack left scars that even Rose Quartz healing tears could not heal, but this would not be the end.
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