"I'm sorry, sir, but this area is backstage and for wrestlers only."

The bouncer was soon eclipsed by a humungous, muscled shape. When he looked up, he visibly broke a sweat and leapt for the door handle, ripping it open as if he'd been threatened at gunpoint.

"S-sorry, Mr. Puma! I didn't recognize you at first! Its, uh, been a long time, y'know?!"

"You're alight, little guy." The giant spandex-wearing creature purred, ruffling what was left of the bouncer's hair before shouldering her way through the door he'd so kindly opened for her. As it shut with a slam, the bouncer slumped against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief.

Amethyst, currently lumbering around as her notorious and boisterous wrestling persona, the Purple Puma, wouldn't have much trouble finding someone to win this bet with. She'd been around the block long enough to know who to hit up. She'd been with a handful of the townsfolk already –

· Her and Vidalia had done some artistic experimentation a few evenings after too many glasses of red wine.

· The Cool Kids had fun with her at a house party (since then she'd been getting discounts from Jenny in return for keeping her mouth shut)

· The Zoomans had been more than happy to show her the specifics of their cute little 'Choosening' ceremony.

· Ronaldo's girlfriend Jane had wanted to get back at him (and, ho boy, that she did!)

· There was even that one time with Mike Krol…What? She's a big fan.

No, if Amythest was gonna get a lay, she was going to get to get laid well. Which is why she was now pushing through a different door – the one that lead to the Wrestling Arena men's changing room.

As it was after the big match, meaning the evening had died down, there were only two wrestlers hanging around. Shark-O-Mania and Sea Wasp, both former contenders for the Tag Team belt, had stayed behind, taping up their cheesy rubber masks after they'd gotten torn up in an especially brutal three-way match. Amythest didn't even clear her throat, because another three-way was still on her mind. Instead, she chimed in with her best attempt at a sultry tease;

"You boys have enough stamina left over for another round?"

"Purple Puma! I thought you retired!?"

"What brings you back here? Come to gloat about your superiority?!"

"Eh, why bother repeating myself? But I'll give you that, I've definitely been wanting to come for a while now!"

"…what?"

"Yeah I don't get it."

"…Gah, never mind, my comedy genius is lost on you two."

For a brief moment, the giant muscular form of the Purple Puma was hidden by a bloom of bright white light, and when it faded, the wrestler was gone. What stood in its place could only be described as a voluptuous purple woman with flowing albino hair, clad in nothing more than a dark gray leotard. She was no longer tall, instead standing something like four feet tall, which only helped to accentuate her figure. Her thighs were as thick as the former wrestler's biceps. Her breasts, the same size, if not even more full, were practically bursting from her cleavage. Or at least, they were, before she reached up and tore her leotard open, letting her bust jiggle for the pleasure of her two compatriots. A plum-colored areola dotted either one.

"You're a gem?!" gasped Shark-O-Mania.

"What gave it away, the big shiny thing in-between these two puppies?" she challenged, grasping a tit with each hand, biting her bottom lip. Amethyst, unlike her gem teammates, had a much greater grasp on the fine points of human anatomy. She'd taught herself to grow a whole digestive system, even a butthole. If she was lucky, she thought as she felt the warm haze of arousal flow over her, she might even get to use that butthole for something other than the final point of digestion.

"C'mon, I know you two have a lot of aggression you wanna take out on me. Let's get creative about it!"

Shark-O-Mania hesitated. "I dunno, this is really sudden. Are you even allowed to be in here? Can Gems and humans even, uh, copulate? Wasp, let's get—"

He blinked at the empty space where his tag-team partner was standing. Looking over, the gem had already clamped her pouty lips over his cock and was happily gurgling away as she worked it up and down.

"Dude! What are you doing?!"

Sea Wasp looked over his shoulder, offering a defeated shrug. "Shark, dude, she's obviously gagging for it!"

On cue, Amythest took the whole thing down her throat, choking herself on his dick and letting ropes of slippery, clear drool drip down onto her exposed rack. She let it back out with a gasp and slapped the cock against her cheeks, giggling as she enjoyed the wet pap! noises.

"Mania get in on this! I know you waaant too!" she called in a sing-song voice, pausing to slap Sea Wasp's member on her tongue, coating it in another layer of warm slobber. "C'mon, I know you want it! That spandex doesn't hide much!"

Swearing under his breath, Shark-O-Mania decided he was going to give this extraterrestrial tease what she wanted. He came up behind her, grabbed both sides of here waist, heaved her up, and planted her gem pussy on his face, feasting on her pussy with an angry determinism. Still surprised by being lifted up, Amethyst's laugh quickly transitioned to a heavy moan as a puce blush bloomed on her face. "Haha, aw yeah, man, that's what I'm talking about! Eat me up!"

Sea Wasp, still at full mast, repositioned himself in front of her. Without thinking, she grabbed his face with both hands and mashed her lips onto his, shoving her tongue into the back of his throat, her moans going through her and into him. She was enjoying herself.

Shark-O-Mania, after doing something very similar with her second pair of lips, pulled himself free and wiped his chin. "I think our opponent is ready for a big of our special moves, huh partner?!"

Sea Wasp fought himself free of his end, leaving Amethyst's tongue darting around in a desperate pleasure. "You're damn right, brother! Let's give her the ol' one-two!"

Still holding the diminutive gem by the hips, he moved her down and forced himself into her. Her legs shot straight out in surprise, and her toes curled as she shivered in ecstasy. Before she could respond with a quip, she felt the other wrestler enter her from behind. Luckily for both of them, Amethyst had more than enough mastery to pre-lube both ends in anticipation. It was the gems idea of self-improvement, of course it's gonna be wacky, but in this case, it was mutually benefitable. Amethyst howled as the two railed on her. Usually she'd be working up some more lines to fill all the grunting and groaning, but damn it, this was just what she wanted. As she felt them both go in and out and in and out, Amethyst made sure they were hitting all the right interior buttons.

"Heh, wears that trash talk you use in the ring, Puma?! Run out of material?!"

Amethyst could only gurgle in response. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. Why didn't she strike up this bet against Pearl sooner?!

What felt like hours later, Amethyst, now sweaty and plastered a few thick layers of cum, stood with her arms crossed over the two wrestlers, who laid curled on the floor, unconscious. She was annoyed.

"Ahh! You two call yourselves athletes?! I literally eat trash and I'm still good for a few more rounds!"

They were practically snoring. Just like their wrestling matches, Amethyst stood while her opponents were out cold.

"Forget it," she huffed, shifting back into her Puma form and pushing the door open, "I'm gonna go find the girls locker room!"