Peridot's Pet Training

Peridot looked around the tiny confines of Steven’s bathroom. Had she really been reduced to this? Trapped in some archaic think-chamber? She had lost her limb enhancers, and her now limited range annoyed her immensely. All around her were strange objects, whose specific functions were alien to her.

The Steven had finally left, and now she could find an adequate weapon and plot her escape. Rifling through the various drawers she found little to aid her. The long handled ‘plunging’ device looked the most promising, but she could not for the life of her figure out how to turn it on. 

Picking up Steven’s toothbrush, she examined it for any tertiary components she could utilize. Next to the toothbrush was a bottle of unknown gel. If she could somehow combine these things, it would be a start. 

She didn’t know what the ‘cavities’ Steven spoke of were truly capable of. She would need to guard against them as well. 

Unscrewing the cap, she squeezed, causing a blue-green eruption to spurt out. Her visor was compromised, her vision reduced to a mere fraction from the accursed gel. Backing up she fell into the tub, and hit her head against the fiberglass siding.

“Gah! Primitive earth junk!” Peridot thrashed off the shower curtain and wiped the goop from her eyes. Her entire front was covered in paste. 

“Argh! How do I get this disgusting mixture off?” she turned towards the faucet, some water might assist her.

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!” she had to remember which was the correct knob to turn. 

Not wanting to burn herself further she sighed and begrudgingly slipped out of her uniform. It would need to soak for a while before it was once more suitable as attire. 

Her priorities were now scrambled. She had to get out of here. Her uniform could wait. Climbing out of the tub she once more lost her footing, and slid across the floor, pulling down the towel rack with her, and ending up against the sink.

Frustrated, she tore up and shoved the laundry around, creating a mass of dirtied clothes in the center of the room.

She had to keep calm. Had to find something to remain sane. Regaining her stance, she looked down at her tiny verdant body. It had been so long since she had been out of her uniform. The feeling of air against her naked arms and legs had been a shock when she lost her enhancements, but now she felt extraordinarily exposed.
Running her hands over her petite female form made her shiver. She hadn’t seen her bare skin in so long, it was so interesting. Was this really her own body? She had to see more of it.

Clambering onto the sink she posed and gazed at tiny breasts, and a tight hairless snatch. She had been on Earth too long. She was beginning to adopt their anatomy traits.

What was this hole between her legs for? She couldn’t remember. Bending over she observed their was another smaller hole hidden between her cheeks. More and more she looked at her holes, and played with the small green lips that hung down from the front one.

Touching them felt really good. She discovered an even more sensitive spot above it. A tiny marble, seemingly packed with nerves. Her toes curled as she rubbed it gingerly. Inside, was becoming quite wet.

Smudging the mirror with her incessant touching, she realized their was a hidden compartment behind it, with even more strange tools.

Among them looked to be a similar device to what the Steven had used earlier, though this one had a bulkier handle, and a rounded bristle head. On it was a switch, that she flipped on. 

Peridot dropped it as it began vibrating. The head was oscillating with a crazed power. It was nothing to be afraid of, just another quirky human device.

She picked it up again and felt the fervent reverberation echo through her hand. “I wonder….”

Squatting over the sink she gently placed the spinning bristles on her clit. In an instant she nearly fell back with agonizing pleasure. Screw the mission at hand, she had found her new favorite activity.

Wetting the end of it made it even better. Flipping it over she decidedly shoved the entire handle into herself. “Oh-h-h-h, y-y-yessss.” Her teeth were chattering.

Gathering a blob of toothpaste still stuck to her breast, she smeared it onto her thankful pussy. The smell of mint was wonderful, and the fluoride made her burn so good.

Her hair was a mess, and stuck out in every direction. She was so dirty, and yet she wanted more. Finding a container of shampoo she emptied it onto her chest. A bottle of liquid soap was distributed over her back, and legs.

A wave of relief washed over her. She had been so uptight, so worried, now all that was gone with a coating of flowery human concoctions. 

Bubbles were massed on her pussy now, the electric toothbrush creating suds from the mixture she applied. Her reflection in the mirror was one of stupid, juvenile delight.

She moaned, as her pussy continued to twitch at the buzzing guidance. “S-s-s-sooo, g-g-goood. Just a little m-mooore.”

She threw her head backs in unplanned contortions. Warmth enveloped her and she couldn’t help by offer a shrill whine. She had leaked considerable fluid on the countertop. She blushed and looked away from her mirror-self, what would homeworld think of her deplorable condition?

It didn’t matter, maybe she would find something to stick in her back hole too, and go again.

“What is going on in there?” a hard banging erupted from the door. The Pearl’s voice was unmistakable.

“G-go away, you insufferable clod! What I do is none of your business!”

The door handle jiggled and the banging continued. In a panic Peridot fell from the counter, and landed on her head.

“That’s it, I’m coming in.” The door flew open, revealing an angered Pearl.

Looking upon a dirtied, naked, Peridot with her butt in the air, and full buzzing brush still inside her, Pearl crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow.

“I w-was, I was making a weapon! Stay back!”

“Look at this mess! It’s going to take me half an hour to clean all this up! Oh, you are getting a hard spanking.”

“A s-spanking?”

“That’s right! You think you can just wreck a room with no consequences? Is that Steven’s toothbrush? That’s it, you are not leaving my sight. Come here!”

Before she could react, Pearl pinned her to the ground. With a hard yank, she pulled the toothbrush out, and flung it across the tile.

“Let me go, I demand to see your master. I outrank you, you Pearl!”

“I have just about had it with your mouth! You think you can threaten my family, and then just live in my house, like nothing happened? I don’t think so. Steven is spending the week with his father, so we have all the time in the world to make sure you understand who’s in charge here.”

Pearl managed to get the squirming brat over her knee, as she continued to wriggle and insult her. Picking up a large hairbrush on the counter she quickly got to work.

A single powerful smack was all that was needed to silence her jabbering. It seemed Peridot understood the language of violence. Though her belligerence ceased, with every whap afforded to her bottom, a tiny yip escaped her.

“I’m sorry! Eep!” another corrective paddle.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you.” Pearl’s expression was stone.

“I’m sorry! Please stop spa- eep!” her rear was stinging, and Pearl’s bony knees dug into her midsection.

“You promise to be good?”

“I do! I promise!” Peridot’s eyes were wet.

Every strike was harder than the last, her butt was on fire with a series of rapid blows. The plastic weapon was torture. It was only after another two minutes of spanking that Pearl spoke once more.

“You promise to be a good pet, and never leave my sight?”

“W-what? Pet? No, I –” she winced, and clenched her fists as another barrage met her backside.

“One more time. You promise to be a good pet, and obey my every word?”

Her bottom was smoldering. Gritting her teeth she mumbled, “Yes.”

An electric swat met her cheeks. “Yes, what?”

“Ma’am! Yes, ma’am! I’ll be a good pet, I promise. Please stop spanking me!”

“That’s more like it.” Pearl gently put down the hairbrush, and pushed Peridot off her lap. “Now, I’m getting a leash for you, we’re going for a walk.”

“Are you serious? I am a natural technician and a certified kindergartener! I will be not be….” she trailed off as Pearl hovered over the hairbrush. “…yes, ma’am.”

Stepping out for a brief moment, she returned with short black leash, and accompanying collar. 

Peridot grumbled as she heard the light snap of a buckle around her neck. “Ok, let’s go, pet. We’re going to show you off at the boardwalk.” she jerked the tiny gem to her side.

“What? You can’t take me out like this! What about my uniform? Are you crazy?” Peridot looked up at her desperately, as she sought to cover her naked, dirtied body.

“Oh, you don’t need that. That’s going right in the garbage. Pets don’t wear clothes.” she smiled deviantly, “they also only speak when spoken to, or do I need to give you a reminder?”

“No, ma’am.” she hung her head.

“Good. Now stay on all fours. We’re going to say hello to the residents of Beach City.”