Jusr a heads up, this chapter had been heavily edit for content due to a scene of non-consenting tentacles. If you'd like to see the whole thing, you can find it on Archive of Our Own and AdultFanFiction.
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 dind'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?
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, and Kiki whimpered with tears streaming down her face as it all began. 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 them 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'm so sorry. It's ok. It's ok. I'm here."
The attack left scars that even Rose Quartz healing tears could not heal, but this would not be the end.