With a huff, Jasper threw yet another boulder onto her pile of other boulders.

This is what she found herself doing a lot lately. After she'd trained herself how to sleep like other biological entities in the woods, the hulking orange Gem would lie dormant in her makeshift 'domain' (as she called it, when it reality it was just a cave she claimed as her own), until the Earth's sun came up over the horizon, then she would spend the day 'training'. Training would largely consist of lifting boulders, throwing them into piles, then moving those piles to the other side of the forest, back and forth. If she was lucky a tree would have fallen over in the night and she could lift that instead. She would do either of these until the sun fell off the horizon, then she'd retreat inside her cave and fall dormant again. Rinse and repeat.

Jasper huffed again as she looked at her latest pile of boulders. "I need break." She grumbled. She had considered taking up Rose Quartz' offer of visiting that infernal 'Little Homeschool', but each time she forced that idea out of her mind with the weight of another of her boulders. Animals had stopped coming near her area since that showdown with Rose years ago, not even those 'bug' things he'd seem so worked up about.

She was alone, and pent up.

She huffed again, but this time not from the weight of a boulder.

Jasper felt a twinge. This was…a decidedly new feeling. She'd been feeling it for a while. At first, she thought it was just another symptom of the remaining corruption floating around in her. But that was painful. This was more…

She grunted. Okay, she had no idea what this was, but she'd been feeling it a hell of a lot lately and she had no idea why. In an attempt to see if her gem had been chipped or shattered, Jasper ran one of her huge hands down her face. Her gem was fine, but her hand kept wandering. Quickly, another hand joined in. Even more quickly she jerked both of her hands away before she could let herself moan, instead releasing the tension rising in her with a growl.

"No, I will not!" She grumbled to nobody in particular, maybe herself "I will not succumb to these pathetic, biological urges!"

Jasper realized she was alone, as she always was. She stood for a moment, feeling that strange new feeling hum and pop around her.

"Damn it."

In a spectacularly efficient flash of light, Jasper had done away with her Homeworld uniform, now bare to the wilderness. Her, well, biological components, were stacked as to match her frame. For someone who seemed to have as little interaction with humans as she so pleased, Jasper was apparently very aware of the ins and outs of terran anatomy. Her breasts were large enough to span the combined length of her massive shoulders from end to end. Her egg white locks flowed freely down to the small of her back, sitting nicely above her buttocks, one a sunny orange, the other patterned with a corrupted blue swirl, before both settled back into the deep crimson striations across her massive thighs. Now that she was free from her boots, she curled her toes into the soft soil at her feet, fully letting herself relax for perhaps the first time in a thousand millennia.

She huffed yet again. Her hands had returned to wandering, dancing across her form. Eventually, one settled on clasping her breast, the other working its way down to her, well, biological components. When she felt their warmth, her muscled frame rippled with anticipation. She left out a staggered breath and fell onto one knee. It really had been too long since she'd done this sort of thing. All this time throwing boulders, yet she never put the right sort of stamina training into effect. She was sure to make up for it, she thought, as she leaned back for a better angle.

Now on her back, Jasper was really letting herself have it. Her hulking fist danced along her lips in an aggressive blur of pent-up stress just begging for creative release. She could hear the sound of herself squelching echoing around her encampment. She was being far too loud. But who cared? She needed this.

Then she heard something else. A twig snapped.

In one fluid motion, Jasper had rocketed back on two feet and right into a combat stance. While she didn't think to bring her clothes back, she summoned her crash helmet and glared into the darkness that was the mess of shrubs in front of her. At once she found her target; a large shape, dressed in what appeared to be cheap camouflage gear. The shape, sensing the piercing force of her alien eyes, panicked, through its pair of binoculars in the air and turned to run in the other direction. But Jasper was already upon it. As casually as a bird might flap its wings, Jasper slammed the intruder into a tree with one, curled fist, focusing her grip on the one, pudgy arm that she'd managed to snag. She frowned – in her prime she would've gone for the head.

The shape was screaming. "Please, don't hurt me! I come in peace!" it wailed, kicking it's legs in futile effort to escape.

Jasper snarled, "Peace? I have no interest in your peace, human. You never should have come here!"

"I'm sorry!" the human shape whined, it's hat falling off its head to reveal a mess of blonde curls and wired frame glasses. "I was just – gah! – trying to do research on alien lifeforms! The people of Beach City deserve to know!"

Jasper huffed. She was doing that a lot, but this time she had a reason to. She really didn't care for these pesky humans. She'd once caught one who said something similar, about 'hiking' or something only a dumb human would say.

But, again, she felt that twinge. Her eyes moved downwards, studying the human's form more closely. He was opposite to her in every conceivable way – whereas she was in peak physical condition, able to fell trees with one swing, he was pudgy, almost spherical. He was weak, pathetic.

Yet her eyes kept wandering down his body until they saw that this human was, for whatever reason, aroused. The human must have noticed this, as he, like her, blushed in embarrassment. Clearly, he'd been watching her for enough time to react. Jasper's eyes narrowed. Every fiber of her being told her to squish this bothersome intruder like she had with the others. But, instead, her other hand wandered yet again. She cupped the human's crotch. He gasped, clearly not expecting the sudden act of generosity.

"You got a lot of nerve, kid." Jasper growled as her hand unconsciously moved up and down the human's bulge. "You should know better than poking around in places you shouldn't be! I ought to punish you!"

The human winced and whimpered. This only emboldened Jasper, who's grin was now widening at a maddening pace.

"Yeah, you want that don't you, runt? You wanna be punished!"

"I really would rather not!" the human squeaked, confused but aroused.

"Oh no, I can't just let you get away from here without learning your lesson." Jasper hissed. In one fluid motion, she tore the camouflage from his garb, leaving his lower half exposed to nature just as much as she was. She was disgusted, like she was usually with other humans, but this was a different kind of disgust. It was doing things to her. Very quickly regaining some sense of control, she forced the human down into her wetness. He gave little more than a yipe in protest. This only did more for her.

"If you wanna get out of here alive," she purred, tightening her grip on his mess of hair, "I recommend you put that mouth of yours to work!"