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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Steven Universe or its characters. (Last time I checked.) I do not receive any money for this drivel. (My only compensation is your pleasure.)

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We’ve got two juicy Word pages of revamped plot this time. To skip to the sexy bits- CTRL F *
“First you need a gem at the core of your being. Then you need a body made of solid light. Then you need a partner you trust with that light.”
Waves lapped quietly against the shore as Jasper listened in on Greg’s crash course in fusion. She sat on the sand, still warm in the twilight, legs stretched in front of her and Greg cross-legged in her lap. Garnet stood over them, stoic and calm as she explained her specialty.
“Metaphorically?”
“Literally.”
“Huh.”
Greg through a glance over his shoulder at Jasper, who looked past him wistfully at Garnet. The lyrics she had written for one of their songs, “Shattered Soul,” were making a lot more sense to him.
“And to do this fusion thing, you have to…. What, dance? Is it like the macarena?”
Silence.
“Is it always the same steps?”
“Not really. Even if it works that way, it’s never stable. You have to dance like you. Be yourself- be open, be honest.”
Greg could feel the practiced rhythm of oft-repeated advice, and he stole another look back at Jasper, who had quoted the same line to him the last time they were entwined in post-coital bliss.
“Sounds familiar, huh J?”
“Shut up.” The harsh rasp of her words belied the deep scarlet rising in her cheeks and the tender way she rested her hand on his head, thumb stroking absentmindedly at his hair. He leaned back into her, the slightest purring sigh on his lips.
Garnet cleared her throat.
“If you two are done- the key is you both have to want it. You have to find who you want to be together. Then you invent who you are, together. You’ll know when you get it right.”
As she lowered her visor to give a three-eyed wink, Greg jumped back in his seat, so focused on the tri-ocular gaze that he didn’t even notice Jasper’s heavy breasts pressed around the back of his head.
He pressed half a dozen questions down flat in his mind, fighting to school his tone to something approaching neutral before speaking.
“Eye- can really see what you mean… when you put it like that. Thank you, Garnet.”
The gems flashed each other a grin. It was shaping up to be a good night.
“If you don’t think you’re up for helping me fuse, it’s not too late to back out.” Jasper offered.
Flip flops tossed sand as Greg scuttled to his feet, assuming a pose of casual counterfeit confidence
he leveled a determined glare at his paramour.
“Not on your life.”

It took a few hours for Rose to respond to their summons- an invitation to spend some time together by the water- Greg’s romantic creativity, after all, was strangled by his budget. When she showed up the eager pair gave each other’s hands a reassuring squeeze- Jasper narrowly avoiding dislocating a few of Greg’s knuckles. Christ, she looked good. Of course she always did- but the silvery moonlight painted her skin like pale marble, illuminating her spiraling rivulets of hair in a glimmering halo. But her eyes were all sunlight- so warm and bright that even Jasper could barely hold eye contact despite her centuries of practice.
Still, preparations had been made- it was now of never, and they knew it. Greg took a few steadying breaths and smoothed the lapels of his tweed blazer. Jasper checked and rechecked the hair tie that strained to keep her luxurious sprawl of hair in a high, wild ponytail.
Rose lifted her hands palm up to greet them. Her lips parted to speak and they rolled their way around each syllable the two had to swallow the urge to rush her, abandon the plan and kiss her without reason.
“You two wanted to see me?”
Wordlessly Greg set the music on a small record player. Rose turned to face him, expecting a kiss hello. Jasper approached Rose from behind, hands sliding around her waist. She willed herself to ignore the soft sweet scent of Rose’s hair- had to stay on mission. She swayed her hips, rocking Rose with her. Laughing, Rose played along. Jasper fought her racing heart, remembering the steps she and Greg had practiced for an hour. Tried not to remember the other motions they had practiced after. She twirled Rose out, pausing for a delicious moment before twirling her back into an embrace.
Jasper leaned in. Rose’s lips parted. For a tenuous, pregnant moment, Greg watched in enraptured fascination as they began to glow, even the edges of their being becoming hazy and stretching towards one another. And then Jasper tripped. Falling flat on her back, Rose falling on top of her, hands splayed across her chest. The light snapped off, and Greg watched the lights go dim behind Jasper’s eyes as Rose laughed. Long, throaty, her chest heaving, head thrown back to the sky. Under any other circumstance, it would have been healthy. He might have joined in. Not now.
“Jasper- are you ok?”
“Of course she is.”
Jasper’s glassy vacant expression said otherwise as the large woman seemed to be doing her best to sink into the sand.
“Rose, please, this is serious. Jasper and I wanted to talk to you about… about us.” he could feel himself fumbling, losing the thread of his thoughts as his stomach twisted into knots of doubt.
“Then why don’t we move this conversation to my room?” she purred, reaching a beckoning finger towards him. An alarm in Greg’s head screamed What are you doing? as he stepped out of her reach.
“That isn’t what I mean.”
“What’s the matter, Mr. Universe? Don’t you enjoy our time together?” Rose leaned back into a squat, thrusting her ample chest out in a gesture she thought no human could resist, especially not with her still nesting atop Jasper’s hips.
“Please, Rose, be serious for… just a second here. I can’t pretend I get it all, I’m just a human-“
“But that’s not a problem, I love playing with humans.”
Greg clutched his face as if he could push the idea of being a glorified toy back out of his head. Jasper found her strength again, twisting her hips to buck Rose onto the sand, hands planting themselves on Rose’s shoulders.
“Stop it! Don’t you know how much your opinion means to him? To me? Do you have any clue? I thought if we fused I could make you see, make you feel what I feel- what we both feel.”
Rose froze- it had to have been thousands of years since anybody had thrown her. Confidence as strong as stone crumbled like chalk.
“I don’t… what do you… I thought I was doing it right. Humans, they… you never want to stay, and there are…. two of us, Jasper, I’ve never seen… and Greg, your lives are so short- you should use it to chase the things you want.”
Satisfied that her leader was suitably adjusting her perspective, Jasper let Rose sit up, and the three sat together, the long-forgotten record player lilting its melodies behind them. Greg’s fingers searched through the sand, finding purchase on his gems’ hands.
“Rose, everything I want is right here on this beach. I don’t care how different we are- there’s no reason we can’t be different together.”
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Each kiss came breathlessly as gem and human pressed lip to lip with a bruising, desperate intensity. Greg hardly minded standing on the bed to reach those lips, if meeting them could cool the fever of blood that suddenly seemed too thick and hot as it rushed through his veins. He knew his girls felt it too- clothes long discarded, he could see the pink fingers of a blush flushing their faces and necks, splotching their collarbones. He took his member in hand as Rose and Jasper kissed, spitting in his palm for good measure. Jasper’s rough, calloused hand kneaded his ass- a playful slap sent him face-first between Rose’s breasts.
She interrupted her kiss to look down, noticing for the first time how perfectly his head seemed to rest between the rolling hills of her flesh. She cupped a hand behind his head, stroking his hair as he fell to kissing and licking. Jasper let out a mewling, needy groan and was rewarded by Rose’s free palm working its way between her legs, palm moving in tight circles around her sex as the juices began to flow freely.
Gratefully Jasper trailed kisses up Rose’s neck, pausing to nibble her earlobe. Suddenly she paused, passing a message in an urgent whisper. If the swift purring sound hadn’t been enough to pull Greg out of his happy place, Rose’s hands on his shoulder pulling him away did the trick. For a moment he fought the simple urge to dive back in, eyes misty with lust, but his better angels compelled him to clear his head.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, doelike eyes shooting between them.
“Nothing’s wrong- it’s just that Jasper had an idea.” Greg’s spine shivered- Rose had articulated the word with such a tender joy, such lust and pride, that even if he could have said no to the smoldering light in Jasper’s eyes, the way she subtly licked her lips in anticipation, he would have been sold.
“Go on.”
“Why not celebrate our new relationship with a little something special?”
Jasper picked up from there, her nose nuzzling along Greg’s throat, delivering her message around bits and kisses to the soft, tender flesh. The rumbling words pouring from her lips into his flesh as much as his ears.
“So far, you’ve been the one fucking us. How’d you like to try being on the other end?”
Something inside Greg coiled tight, nerves and need and a certain animal curiosity slowing his thoughts.
His mind raced with images of Rose’s thighs around his face, deep eyes peering into his as her juices ran down his chin, or Jasper holding his ankles high in the air as she rode him from beside the bed, hips slamming firmly against his like a hammer to a nail. Hadn’t they already fucked him- and fucked him good?
Light shimmered in the corner of his eye, and he felt what they meant before he would have figured it out. How could he not- their point, or their points, were pressing into his flesh.
Jasper now sported a cock as long as his own, banded like a slab of sandstone and God knew just as hard. Rose’s was smaller; its short, gentle curve looked somehow cute jutting proudly out from under the fold of her belly. Both bobbed over his own, undaunted by these new challengers to its place in the pecking order. Familiar folds rested below, the aromatic musk of their juices still wafting up to his eager nose. They waited mutely for his answer, expectant eyes on his. Still their hands massaged and explored up his back and across his cock and their own, powerful arms and soft thighs and burning, needy eyes and pouting lips swirling in his mind’s eye until his lips shaped the only possible answer.
“I’ll try it.”
Rose’s fingers trailed across his chest, two soft taps on his sternum punctuating words spoken so tenderly you could barely hear the steel underlying the order.
“Get on your knees.”
Jellied legs carried Greg down onto the bed- she shifted forward and back on his knees, butt searching blindly for whatever the best position had to be for something like this.
“Oh man. We’re really doing this.” It was impossible to disguise the nervous whine in his tone, despite the ten-inch erection still tapping the bed beneath him.
Jasper’s hands materialized on his backside, bracing firmly and pulling him towards her as her own throbbing member plopped onto the small of his back, its unfamiliar warmth throbbing as it drew closer to its target. Rose’s hands found his on the bed, and though he struggled to look around her chubby dick, six inches that looked so deceptively little on her frame, he found her eyes sympathetic.
“Are you sure about this Greg? You can tell us if it’s too much.”
“If you’re not up for it we could always go for the old reliable,” came from over his shoulder.
I’m not sure about anything anymore. But I love you. If it means so much to you both, I’ll try it.
“Just… take it easy? This is all new to me.”
Jasper’s thumb stroked up and down his thigh as Rose’s caressed his cheek, and he didn’t bother listening to his answers. He trusted them.
He nodded, and at his signal Jasper began to spread him apart. He gasped as her head poked into him, and it turned into a heaving, rolling sigh as she moved inch by inch into him.
Rose took the opportunity to press her own cock to his open lips, and before he knew it his moans were muffled around her. Looking forward was easy. Looking up, he saw a beautiful woman, curves shifting slightly as she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations he was giving her. Looking down was certainly harder as her smooth shaft, slickened now with his spit, obscured the puffy lips and soft embrace of a more familiar love. But beyond the initial strangeness, Greg found the strangest thing was that he enjoyed the new sensations. Jasper’s cock was thick, and he knew she couldn’t have it all in yet, but as she began to pump into him it felt like an itch beneath his skin was getting scratched, some secret silent, animal urge being sated.
Well he had one, he knew how to work them. He began to lick around the tip of Rose’s cock, risking his balance by reaching a free hand between her thighs to slide a finger between willing flesh. His tongue was clumsy in this new territory, working in careful circles as he pulled back his lips, terrified suddenly of what his teeth could do. But something must have gone right, as Rose hissed, burying her fingers in his hair and holding him as if she were afraid he would stop. He answered her by experimentally pushing further down, gargling slightly as she brushed his sensitive throat.
Jasper increased the speed of her experimental thrusts, bringing short barking moans from Greg, each humming vibration reverberating in Rose’s grateful flesh. As Jasper buried herself at last to the hilt inside of him, Greg let out a shuddering groan. Each thrust now straddled a knife-thin line between ecstasy and agony. Jasper had to be taking it easy, but with her size each full thrust from entry to bottom felt like ruthless and Greg’s moans matched its rhythms as he buried his face in Rose’s slight bush, the delicate saltiness of her precum on his tongue, the sweet musk of her pussy in his nose as his fingers beckoned, thumb stroking the underside of her shaft where it met his lips.
Rose pulled back, and he surfaced gasping for air, taking in greedy rasping breaths in between cries of “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck hooooooooooow.”
Rose’s hands pressed the sides of his face, squishing his cheeks together slightly as she asked him-
“So you like it?”
Greg’s yes came in five syllables, a rolling whine that left no room for argument.
Rose lifted his chin and brought her dick back to his lips, satisfied at how much more quickly he took to it this time, working his head eagerly up and down its length, pausing to gag only for a moment when he overexerted himself.
Jasper freed one hand to cup one of her breasts, rolling a nipple under her thumb as she watched her little human lover squirm on her. It made her feel powerful in a new way, watching his ass pucker and pull around her length, knowing how much he seemed to like it. Her own breaths came as labored grunts as she enjoyed the show, drinking in the view from behind as he sucked on Rose. A twinge of jealousy reared that Rose got to enjoy his face, but it faded when she caught the other gem’s eyes, shimmering through a haze of bliss that spilled out like sunshine, freely sharing its warmth with her- her other love.
Rose reached for Jasper, letting the tough gem take her hand in a fierce grasp, securing her as she began to lose herself, pumping into Greg’s mouth with as much control as she could muster while feverishly trying to secure her own release. When he pushed back on her hips, her eyes flared in a panic that she had hurt him, only to slide shut as he curled his fingers around the bottom half of her shaft, pussy-wet fingers squeezing and rubbing as his lips pulled in with the force of his renewed efforts. Her hips lost their rhythm entirely, jerking and spasming as Greg’s mouth sampled its first taste of fresh cum. It was thin, watery even, but hot and salty-sweet and before he had time to think about what he was doing, he had swallowed once, then twice. A line of it trailed down the corner of his mouth as she pulled out, leaving them both breathing raggedly.
Jasper leaned to her left, seeing the pool of precum gathering beneath Greg’s dick, pleased that the game wasn’t over yet. Greg yelped as she pulled out of him, his stretched hole suddenly feeling a cool breeze.
Before he could raise the question, she sat down on the bed.
“You’re doing pretty well. How about a treat- come sit on my lap.”
With Rose’s help he settled into position, the long cock sliding back into him with only token resistance.
Jasper gestured to Rose, who climbed onto the bed beside them, swinging her hips so that she straddled Greg. Lining up her entrance with his dick, she slid down swiftly, her own member nudging his chest. Millions of neurons in Greg’s brain screamed a dozen different thoughts as Jasper began to thrust her hips, rocking him into Rose, and her into him.
Rose threw her arms around Jasper as if for stability, but they found their lips had a sudden magnetic urge for each other. Greg was sandwiched between their heaving chests, surrounded by fragrant curtains of hair, breathing in their scents luxuriantly and kissing any bit of flesh that grazed his face long enough for the privilege. Jasper’s orgasm came hot and fierce, a howl of nearly painful release. As thick, gooey warmth filled him, dribbling from their joined flesh as Jasper pounded out her last flailing thrusts, Greg fell apart, sensory overload stealing his words away, a cacophony of groans, squeaks, and unhinged laughter on the air as he pumped his own load into Rose. Finally they fell back on each other, spent and satisfied and reveling in the expenditure of open love and honest lust.
Then Rose tried to sit up- Greg yelped.
Jasper tried to roll him off of her- she grunted.
Rose groaned, as they realized at long last the fatal error of their long locks.
Their hair was inescapably tangled together.
A laugh sprung from deep in Rose’s chest, blossoming into the air so thick she could barely get her joke around it- “It looks like we were able to fuse after all!”
The laughter was contagious, and soon all three of them were locked in knots of giggles and tears and split ends. They could solve this problem later- but for now, they were together. And that was good enough for them.
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