Playlist:
"Praxis"- Mittsies
"Ritual"- Mittsies
"Mech"- Mittsies
"Vagus"- Mittsies
She knew the boy hadn't meant to be spiteful. He was only a child pointing out something that caught his eye. He knew the big, baggy plaid pants would fit. He wasn't trying to say anything about Garnet's body...
...right?
The tall figure stood in the pink mirror. Behind her were her burgundy crystal walls, the thrumming crystal arteries, and her bubbling, boiling Fire Well. Nothing was different, her room was the same as it always was.
She stood with her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at her frowning reflection.
There isn't anything wrong with the way I look, she thought. I shouldn't be bothered by the commentary of a young boy.
So why was she frowning?
Being beautiful was never one of Garnet's concerns. There were far, far more important things to worry about than looking pretty for someone. She'd always thought it was a silly thing for humans to do, to try and impress other humans with outward appearances.
If I wanted to be pretty, I would only do it for myself.
Garnet furrowed her brow. When was the last time I made myself feel pretty?
She sighed to clear her head. Reaching up, she pulled her shades off and folded them on top of the mirror.
She gave her smiling face a good look.
A reddish skin tone, three bright, almond-shaped eyes, a mousy little nose, full proud lips, and thick, dark frizzy hair to frame it all.
Hesitantly, she lifted a hand toward her chin. She drew the back of it across her jaw from right to left, observing the way her calloused knuckles ran across the sculpted angle.
Not bad. Rather handsome, I might say. She thought as she admired her angular face, so different from the conventional round-faced woman.
Her attention was then directed to the fingers moving closely under her line of vision. Long bones tapered to a fine point at the fingernail. The transition from flesh to cuticle was smooth and clean, unlike that of someone with short fingers. The skin on her knuckles looked a little bit dry. A result of the cold weather we've had lately, I suppose.
There were a few hairs on the backs of her fingers. Thin, short, wispy and few in number. Garnet had occasionally considered trimming them, but had soon after decided it wasn't worth it if one wore gloves all day and heavy gauntlets in battle. A few little hairs didn't make much of a difference anyway.
Garnet then drew her gaze back up to her reflection. She balled up her fists and gave her shoulders a roll, watching the way her muscles flexed inside her jacket.
Or, at least she tried. The red and black jacket with the puffy sleeves covered her shoulders, and her long black gloves kept her arms hidden.
Without a second thought, she pulled off her gloves and tossed them aside. Flexing her fingers, she pulled down her jacket zipper. She kept her eyes fixed on her reflection, refusing to look anywhere but the eyes. Why? She wasn't sure.
Or perhaps she didn't want to admit to herself why.
With the jacket off, Garnet could now look at her upper body, and see every twitch, every ripple, every fit muscle bulging out to greet the smiling face in the mirror. Her chest, arms and shoulder were free, save for the white sports bra that hugged her breasts comfortably.
She placed her hands on her hips and stood tall, legs apart, chest out, and chin down. She looked powerful. Noble. Unstoppable. My, my. I didn't think I looked this cool, she thought with a smirk.
Her eyes were then drawn to her legs. Her long, elegant legs that held the biggest muscles in her body. The muscles that could cradle the head of a sleeping infant one moment, then send a flying kick right through a monstrous beast's solar plexus the next.
Garnet brought her legs back together.
"Hmm...Mm, Mm, Mm," she chuckled to herself as she bent over and began to peel the pants off, as perhaps a child would peel the wrapper off of a chocolate bar, all too eager to get at the sweet, creamy innards.
With the pants off, Garnet's smile turned almost wicked as she sat down in front of the mirror and opened her legs.
She ran her hands up and down her thighs contentedly, watching her narrowed eyes and sly grin in the mirror.
I am pretty.
She had such pretty skin. Her legs were always shaven, so that the tight material in her pants wouldn't catch on any nasty stubble.
Garnet slipped her hands underneath her thighs, and gently massaged the soft skin. As she did this, she began to notice a tingle.
A little tingle that sprouted where her gorgeous legs met. A tingle behind a pretty pair of light pink briefs that concealed Garnet's most private area.
A tingle that beckoned her two busy hands closer... closer...
Her fingertips touched the cloth.
"Oh..." she breathed.
She touched the cloth again.
"Oh my..."
She rubbed the cloth with her left middle finger.
"Ooh..." Her hips bucked a little.
It had been a long time since she'd indulged in her own body. Much longer than she'd initially thought. So long, that this immense feeling in her loins had been almost unrecognizable.
But not completely. She knew this feeling. She knew of the ecstasy it could bring. She knew her body, and she knew how to bring about this very special energy. The energy that would revitalize her long-neglected esteem.
She flexed her fingers. Using her index and middle digits, she pressed into the center of the cloth and rubbed slowly. Back and forth, back and forth...
...until the cloth started to feel wet. Wet, slippery and hot. Very hot.
She then drew her hand up toward her face. With the most subtle of gestures, she stole a little taste from her fingers.
"Hee..." she couldn't help but giggle as the taste of herself soaked into the tip of her tongue. She felt naughty.
Bad little girl... Shouldn't be tasting myself, she thought with a dirty smirk.
She looked back up at her reflection. Opening her legs wider, Garnet wanted to see the new stain in her panties.
Surely enough, it was there. A perfect little wet spot in the center of her crotch. The pink fabric would need to be washed, but that didn't matter now. All Garnet wanted was to continue teasing the reflection that stared back at her with a nasty little smirk.
Garnet had always believed that her rear end was her finest body feature. It was the perfect ending to her two long, muscular legs, and the cutest platform for her waist to perch upon.
It wasn't flat, nor was it flabby. Garnet was one to keep up with her physical condition. It contributed to her good health, her godlike strength, and her general well-being.
She hadn't over-worked it, so it never lost its silken texture or little jiggle if she hit it just right.
And now she admired it in its glory.
Garnet stood with her back to the mirror. Her legs were set apart from each other, and her body was bent forward. She was able to look between her legs at her reflection, at her smiling face, and at her ass.
She'd kept the panties on, with the intent of teasing herself in the mirror.
Hmm-hmm. You want this? You can't handle it, she thought to her imaginary partner.
She gave her butt a little wiggle to the right.
Oh my, she thought, the blood beginning to rush into her face.
She wiggled it to the left.
Naughty, naughty.
She lifted it up, using her legs.
Such a bad girl...
With a wider grin than ever, Garnet began to move her hips back and forth. She struck a sort of rhythm, a sort of musicality in her movements, as if she were moving to a steady beat.
It wasn't long before she got her whole body moving back and forth to the rhythm. Busting her butt in front of the mirror was exhilarating! Fun! Dare she say... sexy!
Mmm... I'll bet no gem has ever enjoyed their body like this.
Garnet felt hot. Her body steamed as sweat dripped down into her eyes, onto her stomach, down her legs, and even into the crack of her ass. This was getting heated, and that not-so-strange tingle was back.
The stain Garnet had left earlier in her panties was getting bigger. Wetter.
"Heh, heh", Garnet puffed, one more naughty idea popping into her head.
She lifted her sweaty palms off of the floor and placed them on her hips. After giving her reflection one more nasty smirk, she hooked her thumbs around the rim of her panties. Then, Garnet slowly began to pull them down, all while continuing to move her body back and forth to that hot beat.
Oh, such a bad, bad girl! She thought, as her dark pucker came into view.
Licking her lips, she was ready to pull down one last time-
"G-GARNET?!"
"Yipe!" Garnet shouted, her heart jumping into her chest. She stood up, put her legs back together, and yanked up her underwear just in time to see Pearl at her doorway, hands over her mouth in shock.
The pastel gem's eyes were wide as saucers, her face as blue as the summer sky, and her legs clenched together as she tried to hold in her arousal.
Neither Garnet nor Pearl could move.
Neither of them could even think.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Pearl spoke.
"Garnet..."
"Yes?"
"You..."
"What?"
"You naughty, naughty girl."
Heh, I had this idea in my head and just couldn't shake it off. Hope you liked! Don't forget to review!
-Bucky