Peal had never understood these types of establishment. She still didn't understand the specifics of human digestion. These places were referred to as 'restrooms', even tho no resting was actually done here. From context clues it appeared humans would visit these places en masse to relieve themselves. For someone like Pearl, a place such as this, audibly crawling with mess and germs and all sorts of organic byproduct, this wasn't the best spot to be. She took a few minutes to work up the courage to even sit down, after readily applying several layers of paper to the top of the toilet seat. Now she sat impatiently, tapping her foot and her arms crossed in a huff. Waiting made it worse.

Her eyes glanced over the, uh, markings, that the previous users had left in magic marker. For a town as small as Beach City, the users of these stalls sure seemed to feel emboldened to leave all sorts of lewd messages. A lot of them appeared to be pointing to the hole in the stall wall next to her, with various euphemisms for engaging in human bonding. From what Pearl could gather from the primitive hieroglyphs, this was a place where people could engage in acts of human bonding. So, she was in the right place – at least, that's what she hoped.

"How long do I have to be kept waiting?!" she wondered aloud to nobody in particular.

As if answering her, she heard the stall door open. Her next statement at how long it was taking caught in her throat and she had to swallow it back down. For a brief moment, the hole in the wall remained empty. She tensed.

"W-what are you waiting for?" she stuttered to the next stall.

There was a zip. Pearl, at once, blushed her red-hot shade of yellow. She was less familiar with this particular unit of the Terran anatomy, having mostly kept to the feminine biological mode most similar to gemkind. Pearl knew that, like Gems, humans came in in many different shades and forms, but she was still taken aback by the sheer girth of this particular member. She grasped it, and it felt like the leather hilt of a sword. This set her at ease somewhat, muscle memory kicking in, as she began to stroke up and down. She knew human men liked this, at the very least. But she felt as though she needed to make sure;

"…you, uh, like that?" Pearl attempted.

"Less talking, more sucking." Came a grunt from the other side. Pearl huffed. These humans really had no appreciation for etiquette. But if she was going to see this little bet of Amethyst's through, she'd be forced to forgo the pageantry and cut straight to the point. Kneeling down in front of the throbbing appendage, she stuck out her tongue and took it into her mouth.

The taste was the first thing that got to her. She wasn't used to eating things, let alone putting these sorts of filthy things in her mouth. Why did she even give herself taste buds in the first place? Did she want to commit herself to the experience? Did she WANT to endure the bitter, sweaty musk that now coated her tongue? Maybe she did, Pearl thought, as she noticed a twinge from within her. She had also taken the liberty of regenerating her artificial parts in anticipation. As she worked her way up and down the stranger's shaft, her hands slid down her stomach and down to her wetness. And wet they were indeed. This was strange, thought Pearl, she hadn't even consciously generated enough of an ooze in order to get her this soaked—

"Ah, fuck!" came another grunt from the other side, "that's some good shit!"

There was another twinge. This only emboldened Pearl, as she was clearly doing a good job. She started to change things up; she jerked the shaft as she worked the head. She swirled her tongue around the tip and popped her lips of it in a slobbery smack. She felt the drool she didn't even know she could make leak down her chest. With her free hand she pulled down her shirt to let her breasts breathe – the hand then returned to her pussy, which she had been unconsciously playing with as she worked. She moaned. She didn't know why but she was being so noisy, and uncouth!"

Another expletive came from the stall. Pearl gripped the shaft tightly, slapping it against her tongue. "Shut up," she hissed, "and give me that fucking cock." Before forcing him back into her mouth and resuming her slobbering, moaning exercise in human pleasure. The human on the other side did as it was told. As she worked her way up and down, giving in more and more to the earthly concept of pleasure, she felt the cock throb in her mouth. She released it from her maw and began stroking it once more, this time with her tongue hanging open. On her face was a new, strange expression. It was something in-between outright embarrassment and the unknown wall of pleasure.

"Yes, cum in my face you filthy organic!"

The human, again, did as he was told. With a series of gasps, hot ropes of white liquid spurted onto her, plastering her face and filling her mouth with more than enough. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, Pearl swallowed. She hadn't even morphed herself a digestive system, so how exactly she was going to deal with this human seed inside her was a mystery. But she didn't care. She didn't care at all. Right now, she was enjoying the warm ooze dripping all over her, coating her in a strangely pleasurable dirty feeling. Normally a busybody hypochondriac like Pearl would flinch at even the mere mention of something this dirty being anywhere near her. But this? This was new. She wanted more.

The member, spent, retracted back into the stall next to her. After a few seconds of crumpling noises, a handful of Beach City dollar notes were shoved through and fluttered down next to her. This was enough to break Pearl out of her horny stupor.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir, but I don't think you're suppose—"

It was too late. She heard the door open with a clack!, then the footsteps of someone leaving. Sighing, she picked the money off the bathroom floor and examined it. It wasn't what humans would consider a lot, sure, but she could find use for it, for things such as food and gasoline for Steven, or perhaps for Bismuth as a token of gratitude for all the repetitive repairs she had to do to the house.

Her thoughts were, again, interrupted, by a new human appendage being thrust through this hole. This one was as girthy, if not more so, but it was a deep brown in hue. She smirked, and grabbed it, setting to work yet again. She giggled.

"Heh, I could get used to this!"