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Pidge had to admit, Lance could be damn annoying. Every once in a while he would sneak into her room to snatch something she was trying to build to play with or just plain break in an attempt to get a few gags in with everyone. To say it got old months would would be an understatement. Pidge just never had the ability to say anything to Lance, and why should she? If she did, he would just get mad and somehow make things even worse for her. If he was this annoying because he thought it didn’t bother her, how much worse would it be if he knew their was a thrill to making her life a living hell? Pidge just had to console herself that Lance would finally get bored with making things worse for her. Pidge was easily one of the smartest people in the galaxy, but she has made the terrible mistake of underestimating how much Lance would gain amusement from making her life hell.

Pidge would he in her shower in her room and leave it, thinking of how the showers on Voltron are far superior to those back on Earth… when Lance was right in the room. This would have been bad enough, having seen Lance rifling through her drawers for any new toy to mock and destroy. But walking in on him after showering made this far worse then they could ever be. Except for one detail. Pidge had not brought a towel with her, so Lance had seen her naked body, standing there wet and somewhat shivering. Any decent man would have instantly known what to do in this exact situation. Apologize, leave, and pretend that none of this had ever happened.

Too bad for Pidge, that Lance was no gentleman. Lance looked Pidge up and down, from forehead to toes, and broke into hysterical laughter and pointing right at Pidge’s body. Pidge was actually struck hard by Lance’s lighter at her predicament. The laughter of his voice reverberated, and Pidge was gobsmacked. Never before had Pidge ever assumed that Lance would be so cruel to her. To not only mock her so, but mock her like this while she’s naked and dripping wet? He really did have no respect for her, and this anger at being so insulted compelled Pidge to do something that she never would have considered in her whole life. Pidge rushed right at Lance and threw a punch right at his jaw. The thought was too fast for her to actually think about… well anything.

Pidge didn’t think about actually how she would hit him, or how hard she would. Pidge didn’t consider what would happen when she actually hit Lance. Pidge didn’t think what Lance would do to her after she had hit him. There were quite a many things that Pidge, for all her genius, didn’t think when she reacted in a very human and sudden way. Pidge didn’t even think about how much it would hurt Lance when she did so. That answer was easily answered when Lance was sent hurtling across the room, crashing right into the wall with a heavy and powerful thud. The entire ship shook after what she had done so, and Pidge herself felt the entire room shake and things fall apart, yet she had stood perfectly still, unaffected by the shaking of the ship. Reason said what had just happened was impossible, Pidge should have been sent equally hurtling as everything else. Yet here she was, standing tall and proud.

Pidge stared at her fist, looking at the blood on it. Pidge was a bit worried, until she saw there was blood… but no bruise or cut. This wasn’t her blood, but Lance’s! That was an incredible idea, and it was all she could think about. Pidge didn’t even think about what Lance would do. Like attempt to gain revenge for his takedown. Lance had charged at her, striking her with what was in his hands. The closest thing that Lance could gather that had any weight to it was a metal chair. While Lance wasn’t exactly the strongest of people, he struck Pidge with the force of a chair so hard that it would have killed just about anyone. It didn’t at all do any damage to Pidge. Well, aside from one major one.

It really annoyed and irked her. Pidge saw the fragments of the chair falling apart, and held her uninjured head. If she could be hit with such force by a powerful weapon and not even be harmed, the question of how powerful she was was a major question. As a scientist, Pidge just had to find out. First things first, was Pidge putting Lance in his dear place. Pidge grabbed the neck of Lance, and gripped it with the force to nearly crush his very throat. Lance was lifted up just with one of her hands, and carried him off with her as she headed to her bed. Knowing Lance, he would never have the brain power to look under her bed for something that really mattered. Carrying with her, the harmed Lance was trying to kick Pidge with all his force.

While his feet did hit Pidge, they did absolutely no real damage. Pidge barely even noticed, and if she did, she only could think of how weak he was. Pidge used to be scared of this creep? The sheer idea almost made her laugh as she bent down to pick up from under her bed what she needed. A little prize she gained for saving so many people across the universe. A diamond. One created just for her, and was near the size of a small rubber ball. Holding it, the diamond glistened just in the way a million subs never could. It was perfect in every regard, and so hard that not even a hydraulic press could crack it. The kind of diamond that you would never see on Earth.

Pidge gently placed the diamond up her vagina, pressing it forward and keeping it deep in her. Lance had no idea why she was doing so, until he saw her face squint and her body flex. With just her pussy muscles, Pidge was crushing and mashing the diamond. Shattering the very diamond in an instant, and opening her legs, shards of the diamond fell away to the ground. Absolutely destroyed. Pidge looked at the diamond that was destroyed, and Lance was shaking in terror. Pidge stared at Lance, watching him squirm in fear, and she smirked. His tears of terror turning her on.

“Well now Lance… let’s talk about boundaries. Extensively.”