Pretty in Pink

The first illustration of November is finished!

Steven Universe thought back to when he was still a child. Back to when he was that annoying little meatball who could barely manage a shield. Before he'd begun to tap into the power locked inside his mother's gemstone.

'Such an embarrassment.'

He pulled his hands away from each other, turning them like the helm of a ship. With a single fluid motion, the mote of light erupted into an enormous pink hexagon. He watched the oncoming boulder through the translucent shape,  drawing his arm back, and launching the polyhedron forward with a punch and little more than a grunt. The boulder shattered against it like it was glass and the pink hexagon hurtled into the air.

'It's so EASY now!'

“Yes!”

Steven clenched his fists, grinning as Jasper walked up to him. She no longer looked at him with disgust, like how she would the old Steven. As she crossed her arms, she couldn't help but smirk with pride.

“Not bad for three days of work.”

Steven looked down at his luminescent pink arms, unable to take the smile off of his face. He'd grown at least four or five inches in height in less than a week. He could feel his muscles tense and tighten as he flexed, like some tightly wound machine. He felt powerful. It was intoxicating! Steven brought his arm up and lovingly kissed his bicep. This is how he wanted to be. This was real strength.

Jasper sneered derisively.

“I didn't teach ya that,” she said.

“Yeah, not something you'd know about, working for your strength.”

“Hey!”

“You remember what I used to be like. And now that,” he flexed his arms, leaning back, watching the yellow star on his shirt stretch across his pecs. “Is this.”

Jasper scowled, trying to loom over Steven, and failing completely due to his newly acquired height. She jabbed him in his gem with her finger.

“You're only this strong because of Pink Diamond. Remember that before you start getting cocky, earthling!”

Steven looked back at Jasper. His smile twitched, just for a moment. He raised his hand, extended his finger, and pressed into the orange gem on Jasper's face.

Jasper flinched.

Two twin trenches formed underneath her feet as Steven, without any visible strain, pushed her back about a meter from him. She stumbled into the sudden inch deep hole her ankles were now burrowed into. She pursed her lips tightly, glaring. Steven turned and started walking away.

“Where are you going!? We're having a fight!”

“Yeah, we really aren't, Jasper. I'll be back later. You stay here and find some more rocks to throw, huh?”

Before Jasper could think of some verbal blow to deal, Steven had blinked out of sight. But from his perspective? Jasper had just frozen mid word.

'The perks of super speed.'

Steven wove in and out of forest and countryside. In a matter of barely two  hours, what felt like a brisk jog to the half-gem had landed him thirty-five miles south in Ocean Town, Delmarva.

'Good to see it's not on fire anymore!'

Steven skimmed along the coast, seagulls hovering in mid flight and he left a mile long trail of footprints in the sand. Eventually he spotted the thing he'd been looking for.

A beach apparel store.

“Sandy Under There,” it was called, a squat orange building next to a strip mall and one of those generic local ice cream shops with the cheap soft serve and slushy syrup from the previous decade. Steven walked in, seeing some weirdly pallid teenager manning the cash register. If he hadn't been so single minded, Steven might have wondered at the irony of a person selling speedos and bikinis being pale. As it was, Steven calmly went to exactly where he had been planning on going;

The speedo section.

“H-Hello, sir! Um, did you know you, um, you're glowing?”

“Why, yes I did, thanks for noticing,” Steven flipped through the sizes. “Wrong color. Too big. Too small. Not small enough...”

It took him to the end of the aisle before he finally spotted it. He had hoped that the company that made his favorite shirts also might have dabbled in other wearables. Steven practically skipped into the changing rooms. One after another, a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, socks, and finally tighty whities all arced through the air over Steven's head before the tight, pink elastic hooped around his ankles and slowly, deliciously slowly stretched up over his tight, round buttcheeks. Licking his teeth, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you'd ever seen, Steven tugged the bright pink crotch of his speedo up over his cock and balls, biting his lip and giggling at the yellow star being stretched out of shape by his glowing pink genitals.

“Hey there, sexy,” said Steven to his reflection, licking his finger and tapping it to his ass, making a hissing noise. “Ready to strut? Oh yeah you are. You are literally just...walking sex. Mmf!”

Steven had to get out onto the beach while there was still sun out for him to put his buns out. He grabbed the armful of clothing, rummaging through his pockets till he found his wallet. He tossed a twenty at the flummoxed boy behind the counter.

“We good, dude? You can keep the change.”

“O-Oh! Uh, suuuuure! Yeah, we're, uh, we're good. Good good goody good. So g-good.”

“Uh huh. That's good, then. And, uh, don't be shy staring at my ass as I leave. I do not blame you one bit!”

Steven stepped outside, clothes under one arm. He took a look through his wallet. All his important cards were in his car, and he'd just spent his last twenty. There was a beat, and then a happy shrug.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he dropped his clothing in the garbage can just outside the store.

'Not going to be needing clothes any time soon!'

He tucked a finger underneath his pink waistband, tugging at the elastic and letting it snap against his hip. Already, as he stepped onto the beach, he was noticing heads doing double takes to look at him. He beamed, waggling his eyebrows at one girl before making a kissy face at a skinny college kid who now had entirely too much sunscreen on his hand. Steven cracked his neck before lacing his fingers, stretching his arms out in front of him.

“Let's see, what was I about to do? Oh, right. Time to strut.”

Every footstep across the warm, sunbaked sand, Steven could feel his asscheeks wobble inside the polyester. He could feel his balls swaying from side to side, jiggling against his thighs with every step.

He felt sexy. He felt powerful. He could feel eyes roving over his body, drinking in his manly bod. He arched his arms over his head, feeling his pecs tighten, his gem shining a patch of rose colored light onto the sand in front of him.

He looked down at his body. Even glowing like a literal demigod, Steven couldn't help but feel...maybe he was getting a bit sweaty, not quite as flattering as he'd hoped.

'Should have gotten some sunscreen with this speedo. But...'

Steven looked out at the shimmering blue waves. Now seeing these rippling muscles glistening with seawater? That would be a show.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Beach City Special!”

Steven dashed forward towards the water, feeling that wobble wobble between his legs with each footfall. A front flip, a squat, and whoosh! Steven launched himself into the air, spiraling, hands laced behind his head before he spun mid air. He produced a pink hexagon behind him, kicked off it, and hurtling crashed into the ocean with meteoric force, creating a colossal white pillar of frothing ocean water. He felt the bubbles from his dive rise up over his body, caressing him, dancing between his legs. He rose up out of the water, walking across the surface of the ocean onto the wet sand, blowing kisses to his captive audience.

Now that was something worth admiring!

He put his hands on his hips, standing there, feeling the water on his body tingle with the cool breeze across his body. Listening to the-

“Oh. My gawd. Look, look! Ha ha ha, I'd be so embarrassed!”

“What is he, one of those nudists?"

“Hey dude, I think you lost something in the drink out there! Dude, put a towel on, geez!”

Steven blinked, staring unfocused straight ahead. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. All at once, the swell of his newfound confidence, like a balloon against a hot poker, popped. He slowly glanced behind him, and just in his peripheral vision, he spotted something tiny.

And pink.

Then he looked down between his legs and saw much the same. A breeze of cool air ran straight across his fully exposed genitals, quenching his confidence like a hot poker into ice water.

“AHHHHHH! NO NO NO!”

Steven stumbled in panic, his pink glow flashing bright as he clasped his hands over his flaccid dick and smooth, wet balls, trying his best to cover up.

People were whistling. One of his hands darted to his backside, now fully exposed, cheeks still shimmering wet. The sun was out, and now, so were Steven's pink buns. He spun around, breathing becoming choppy, eyes darting up and down the beach, looking for a way out. Any way out.

He spotted the pale teen down the beach, replacing the garbage bag in front of the store.

“Oh no. No no NO WAIT! STOP, DON'T THROW THAT OUT!”

Steven waddled down the beach past the giggling citizens of Ocean Town, receiving their full and undivided attention as he made his escape.

He'd need something to make him feel better after this indignity. Maybe, he thought, I'll give Jasper that fight she wants after all. Time for a rematch...with clothes on, thank god.

Story written by fellow patron and friend Baconface.