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To Pitch a Tent	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 2104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Steven Universe or any of the characters in it. (Fun as that would be.) I make 0 money from writing this fiction. (More's the pity.) I am just a humble horny soul moaning into the void.

Chapter List
- 1-The cave demon. (Jasper x reader, male.)
- 2-The Purple Deer
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The morning sun barged carelessly past the curtain at the front of Jasper’s cave, rousting you from dreams of large women. Blearily your eyes register the enormous tiger striped arm draped across your belly, feel the push of two mammoth breasts against your back. The sleek silver hair that spills under your head provides the only pillow against the cold ground below. Not a dream, then. You yawn, straining to turn around in her embrace. Two fiery eyes greet you immediately.
“Jesus,” you flinch, “You’re up early.”
“I don’t need to sleep.” The unflinching quality of her stare brooks no argument. She rolls over, carrying you on top of her gargantuan frame. One of your hands braces on her thigh-sized bicep, another against her chest. The morning light catches in her eyes, giving them a molten cast.
“Now that you’re active again, do you want to do a little more?”
You eye your morning wood, but sadly your muscles are stiffer by a mile.
“Sorry Jasper, but sleeping on that floor was not good for my body.” You stagger off her, a chorus of groans and popping joints clarifying your point for her.
“Frail little humans.” She props her chin on a fist, eying you up and down with a mixture of amusement and... concern?
You peek beyond the curtain at your shambolic campsite and heave a melancholy sigh.
“Looks like I’m going to have to go into town, try and resupply.”
Raising herself to sit cross-legged, she pats her lap, a sly smirk hiding in the corner of her full lips.
“Sure you don’t want a little something before you go?”
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Sitting in her lap with your legs outstretched, you recline your head against her tits. You have to admit it’s a throne fit for a king. She holds her hand in front of your face, fingers splayed. It takes you a moment to realize what she’s asking before you begin to kiss and lick her palm.
“Good pet,” she murmurs, the baritone rumbling through your chest. You suck and nibble at her fingers for a moment before she pulls away with an abrupt “That’s enough.” Her hand reaches down and wraps around your cock, its not-insignificant length vanishing into her palm.
She pumps her hand slowly, squeezing so gently that you worry she’s just trying not to crush it. As you let out a contended sigh she leans forward and bites you between neck and shoulder, turning the sigh into a gasp.
“Like that, do you?” You swear you’ve never heard anyone who could make a whisper so forceful.
“Yes, J-Ma’aam.”
Her pace picks up as her other arm reaches to pet your head. You squirm gently into her hands, and the hand in your hair trails seductively down, cupping your cheek and jaw before her fingers stray almost idly over your lips. Suddenly she covers your mouth, shoves your head back so her breasts now envelope your head. She cranes her head down over you, chin nuzzling into your scalp. You wish her hip-length hair weren’t trapped behind her shoulders; if she could toss it forward, you’d be cut off from the world entirely in a cocoon of pleasure. Along with her grunted encouragements the sheer encompassing closeness of her drives you closer and closer to the edge. Your hot breath pushes between her fingers in an uneven salvo of whimpers, grunts, and gasps. It feels like your skin crackles with electricity, and you sore muscles fail to work together, shivering and thrashing against her iron body. Instinctively you bite into one of her fingers as you cum, legs scrabbling for purchase against the floor until your body relaxes.
The hand on your face shifts across your torso, and she stands, lifting you like a ragdoll before letting you drop to your feet.
“Feeling better now?”
“Much,” the word comes out as spoken cursive.
“Good. Get going, then.”
As you rifle through your half-damp clothes in the corner, you miss her bring a cum spattered palm to her lips, clearing the mess away with three mercilessly efficient thrusts of her tongue. Finding that your underwear is the most salvageable of the clothes, you pull them on and lurch out to assess the damage to your tent, praying that your luggage had kept at least one outfit dry.
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The dewy morning made the woods around Beach City feel like a fairy tale forest, and a sense of delicious adventure powers your weary bones over the hills towards town, a sodden backpack and a half-charged phone your only companions. After a quarter of a mile, you feel the spring bounce back into your step, and are seconds away from bursting into jaunty song when you spot the majestic creature cresting a hill. The deer has nine… twelve…? Fuck it you aren’t a hunter, but it has a shitload of points on its antlers. It pauses as it sees you, ears twitching as it takes you in. Funny, in this light it almost looks purple. You zoom in with your phone as best you can and snag a picture of it. Since it hasn’t moved, you turn around, adjusting your angle to get the best possible selfie with it. Lining up your shot, it looks like- no; it is- it’s coming closer! You press the shutter button right as the deer opens its mouth.
“Hey man, how you doing? You lost?”
The shutter clicks and the picture that pops up on screen as it falls to the ground is your flinching face stretched in mid-spin as the deer’s head developed a human face and hair. The purple deer’s raucous laughter fills the woods as you take a few deep breaths and pick up your phone.
“Great, just great, and I’m guessing you’re one of the locals?”
The deer’s body glows briefly as it squishes and stretches, replaced with a snow-haired purple lady who comes up to your chest. Seeing her ripped daisy dukes and the glittering purple stone in the center of the massive cleavage window in her tanktop did a lot to smooth your mental recovery.
“Name’s Amethyst. Didn’t scare you too bad, did I?”
“Oh no, just took a year off my life is all,” you grumble.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. It’s been a while since I’ve seen anybody new out here. What are you doing in this part of the woods anyway?”
“Camping. Storm jacked up my tent so I’m heading to town to pick up some things.”
“Man, you have the worst luck. I saw that storm from the temple, and it never made it past the woods. Only good camping spot there has to be right by…” Her voice trails off, eyes narrowing. “Jasper’s place.”
Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you feel understatement is the way to go.
“Yeah, we’ve met.”
“You’ve MET?” she crows. “Big sis must be going soft, then,” she muses aloud, circling you like a vulture.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for injuries. Wow. You sure you like, met her met her?”
“Yes, I met her met her- what is it now?”
You notice Amethyst staring at the side pouch of your backpack.
“Are those all-dressed Chaaaaps? I’ve only seen those on that one Canadian show, how’d you get them?”
“I ordered them online, can I go now?”
“That depends, can I have some?” Amethyst sidles up to you, eyes wide, hands raised pleadingly.
You snort.
“Sorry A, these chips are all I have to eat until I can get to town, so unless you’re gonna suck my dick for them, I think we’re done here.”
“Ohohohho, deal.” Her clothes vanish in a flash.
“What-”
She tosses her hair over her shoulders, falling to her knees and working away your shorts’ button and zipper.
“Oh don’t worry, Greg says I’m super good at this.”
“Who-“
Further questioning becomes unnecessary as she pulls your cock free, bouncing it in her small, chubby fist until it begins to swell. You take the opportunity to inspect the manic gremlin between your thighs. Everything about her looks plump and inviting. Her shoulders and chest are flecked with royal purple freckles, pillowy breasts capped with wide areolas and round, protruding nipples. The soft curves of her belly fold nearly hide the nest of wild white hair at her groin, but her thick thighs, spread wide, are hard to obscure as they stretch down to the ground. She presses her nose into the base of your dick, inhaling deeply.
“Ooh, smells like someone got luck-kay last night.” Another quick inhale- “Anal? You dog.”
Her plump lips part and she pulls your sack into her mouth, rolling your balls over her tongue and sucking at them one at a time. She pauses for a second: looks back up at you.
“Jasper?”
Her eyes gleam with a newfound ferocity. She jerks your pants to the ground, wraps her stubby fingers around your dick again. You can’t help but admire how large you look with her, with half your dick clearing her hand easily. Her lips wrap around its tip and she takes your head in with short, tight bobs. Grabbing hold of your hips now she presses your prick to your stomach as she runs her tongue up its underside. She grips it again briefly, moving hand and mouth in unison before slamming her head forward, taking you all the way to the base in a swift stroke. You press forward into her, taken aback by the sudden escalation, and you hear her throat squelching around you as she applies extra pressure by “swallowing” a few times. A satisfied sigh hums around your flesh and you reflexively reach out to stroke her hair, finding it oily but soft.
She releases you from her throat, a trail of mucous running between you. She runs her tongue around the opening of your urethra, prodding it gently and spreading it for a moment, but to your relief does not try to press further. Instead, she lifts her tits, pressing them around your slick rod. She bounces them, the silk-smooth skin feels wonderful against your shaft as she continues to lick fiercely at your cockhead: stray wisps of hair falling away from her mane and giving her face a wild frame. She dives down your cock again, hands gripping your hips as she pulls and pushes herself up and down its length. She doesn’t seem in any danger of gagging, but the familiar “glck glck” of cock-in-throat thrills you all the same.
Idly you reach a hand down to one of her swaying violet breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh and enjoying the view of her lips stretched out or her cheeks drawn in as she slurps with zeal. She takes her unoccupied breast in hand, and you try to match her movements with your own, appreciating the sultry groans and grunts that escape her lips. Thus distracted, you don’t notice that she’s sliding her hands behind your knees until she’s tossed you off your feet onto your back on the mossy ground. She kisses a trail down your cock, places a slow, pressing kiss on your taint, and without further ado begins to eat your ass, one fist working up and down on your cock, still lubed with her throat slime. What is it with these girls and anal? you wonder idly before her tongue clears your mind. She licks feverishly, letting out a theatric chorus of “ahs” and “mmms” in between tongue-fuckings. You can see your ballsack draped across her nose and can’t help but feel the look becomes her. Her hand picks up the pace ruthlessly, her tight grip making your cock head nearly match the hue of her own skin, and you moan a warning at her of your approaching climax.
She pulls her head away from your ass and angles your cock back towards her face, tongue lolling out. You miss the target by a bit, a small load splashing across her forehead, dripping slowly down her nose.
“Now tell me,” She begins, “How was that compared to Jasper?”
Your mind swims with images. Jasper’s commanding strength, Amethyst’s unbridled audacity, Jasper’s firm, massive build, Amethyst’s voluptuous softness. Jasper’s teasing insults, Amethyst’s animalistic noise.
“No comparison,” you conclude.
She grins, evidently taking your words as judgement in her favor.
“Told you, super good at it.”
She crawls forward over you, pendulous breasts trailing across your skin sensuously.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s no fair if you have all the fun,” she purrs. You briefly consider reminding her that it is exactly fair, considering the Chaaaaps, but as her bush settles over your lips you elect to hold your tongue. Her pussy is so much more human than Jasper’s, with all the familiar tastes and smells of a girl who forgot to shower this morning. But in for a penny, in for a pound. You repay her efforts by eating her as recklessly as you can, slurping and sucking at her engorged lips. She grinds against you, a gentle moan of “oh yeah” lilting from her lips. You reach around her hips, holding her steady by sinking your hands into the softness of her love handles. You can’t see her face, but she raises her hands to play with her breasts, squeezing and pinching. Your dick twitches as you see her roll a breast towards her mouth, craning her head down to suck and nibble at a gumdrop nipple. Having cleaned her slit with your efforts, you focus now on the surprisingly tiny nub nestled in her northernmost folds. Your tongue probes, finding the sensitive button by feeling, a firm pearl in soft flesh. Thick drool slides out of her over your cheeks as you circle it with gentle pressure. She abandons her breasts to press fingers into your hair and pull you into your work. Her other hand reaches behind her, your perspective leaving little to the imagination as she slides finger after finger into her ass. Your hands travel up her body, cupping her breasts, feeling their oceanic jiggle as she rocks with her favorite sensations. It isn’t long until the hand on your hair tugs you carelessly and her thighs squeeze your head, a long scream of bliss filling the clearing. Thankfully she releases you before you drown between her legs.
As you catch your breath, you pull the bag of Chaaaaps from your backpack.
“Sorry, by the way- I think they got crushed when I fell,” you tell her, feeling very polite not to remind her why you fell.
“Not a problem,” she says. Tearing the bag open with her teeth she pours the cloud of chipped chips into her mouth in one go, pausing for the briefest of swallows before tossing the bag in after them.
At this point you don’t have the energy to be surprised anymore. If anything it explains some of the subtler differences in taste between her and Jasper. A piece clicks into place in your brain. “Sis.”
“So, Jasper is your… sister?” This could make for one awkward reunion.
“Ugh. Not really. But like, kind of. We’re both quartzes.”
You nod sagely, masking the confusion expertly. At the moment you can’t care less if it’s a family name, a sorority, an ethnicity, or even a planet of origin. You pull your pants up, roll back to your feet. As you look down at her, you notice your jizz still decorating her face.
“You aren’t going to clean your face off?”
“Nah,” she drawls, picking her nose. “Why?”
“No reason. Anyway, I have to get down to town now. Long day ahead.”
“I can give you a lift, she offers, standing up.
“In what?” You curse your big mouth as she turns into a helicopter.
“In me!” The fact the helicopter has her face, still splattered with jizz, is the closest thing to normal about this. Still, never look a gift copter in the suck-hole. It would have been a long walk.
“Thanks, that’s kind of you. By the way, you know anywhere a guy can get a bite to eat around here?”
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