Over on the other end of Beach City, Pearl was still hard at work in the bathroom stall. For someone as knowledgeable as herself, she'd somehow lost track of time. She couldn't tell if she'd been in here for minutes or days. And frankly she didn't care in the slightest. She was far more concerned with servicing the next filthy, throbbing organic organ that was put in front of her. There was something far too thrilling with shedding her prim and proper nature and fully allowing herself to become absolutely filthy. She now understood exactly why Amethyst acted the way she did. Granted, she still didn't necessarily agree with her fellow gem's organizational know-how, but she understood. And in this understanding came an unfettered bliss, which was only heightened by her fingers twirling around her constructed humans' parts.

"More." She breathed. "Please, I need more."

As if on command, the hole in the wall was filled. She gasped. This new human appendage was twice the size, if not thrice, then any other that had been presented to her. It throbbed with thick veins, near to bursting. Pearl, knowing a little of human medical jargon, was dumbfounded how the owner didn't just pass out when they were in the mood.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" she cooed seductively, running her hands over the thing. It was warm, almost hot to the touch. Even with both hands (one reluctantly moved away from her wetness), she could not fully grasp the width of it. "Could it finally be I have a challenge?"

There was a voice from the other stall. This one was a lot more polite than the others, not instantly demanding her to get to work. In fact, it laughed. "Haha, thanks! It's been a while since I've gotten a compliment like that."

"What's a stud like yourself doing using a nasty little stall like this anyhow?" Pearl remarked, slowly jerking the shaft up and down, feeling the skin ripple and throb at her touch. She noticed that this one had a smell to it, something that, before, would've sent Pearl into a panic, but now it only made her mind murkier. If she was thinking straight, she would've paid attention to that little nagging voice in the back of her mind. "With an organ like this, you could have your pick of any townie you pleased!"

The voice laughed again, "Uh, it's not really my thing. I'm still not really ready to get into a relationship right now. See, there's this girl who –"

Growing bored with all this talking, Pearl clamped her lips down on the cock tip. She shivered a bit herself as she let her tongue work itself around the engorged head, coating in a thick sheen of gem drool. She then tried her hardest to force it down her throat. But she just couldn't manage it. The thing was so damn girthy it could barely fit inside her mouth. She spluttered.

"You, uh, doin' okay there, lady?"

Pearl cleared her throat. "Oh, I'm just fine! Though I will admit, I am having…some difficulty with seeing to this cock of yours!" She knew that she could always morph herself a larger mouth, throat and trimmings to accommodate such a beast, but she'd learned the hard way that doing such things with her form unnerved humans somewhat. In the meantime, she continued working the shaft, stroking up and down as sensually as she could manage.

"Are you sure I'm not making things difficult?!" the voice said, then sighed annoyingly, "maybe this was a bad idea after all. If you don't want to do this, I can just head out –"

Pearl, feeling the human on the other side pull back to exit, gripped down hard on the base. The cock gave a noticeable throb in surprise. "Not so fast, Mister! I've overcome much greater odds than this, believe me!" She then stood up, hoisting one of her legs up as a ballerina might, and positioned herself against the adjoining wall. "This'll just require a bit more ingenuity…"

How exactly Pearl managed to fit such a huge dick inside her tight hole was beyond even her understanding. In subconscious anticipation of the nights proceedings she must have altered herself to accommodate such entry. Gem physiology is, of course, very different to humans. She had nothing resembling organs further up inside her, so the pussy that she'd made herself could theoretically stretch as far and deep as she craved. Yet despite her alien physiology being virtually limitless, Pearl must have wanted to feel this thing stretching her out. As her eyes rolled back and her tonged hung loosely on her lips, she failed to understand why she had made it so the cock inside her made a noticeable bulge near her lower abdomen. She had only seen such things in the periodicals she'd read up on, and even those had been ones she had to search hard for.

"Holy shit!" the voice on the other side gasped, feeling Pearl envelop him. "You sure this isn't gonna cost extra?!"

Pearl, a strand of drool dripping down from her chin, chortled, "for you, stud? Consider this complementary."

Then, pushing off her stall's adjoining wall, Pearl felt him push deeper into him. She had virtually got herself doing splits on the side of a bathroom stall. It was so utterly disgusting for someone of her station. She was nearly driven over the edge on the first thrust from the hygienic implications alone. She felt so dirty, so slutty. Then there came another thrust, and another, and another. Any thought that Pearl might've had otherwise were lost in a haze of erotic murk. The words that tumbled out of her between hot breaths and staggered moans were not her own;

"Mmm, oh fuck, you're so deep inside me! I need to feel your filthy organic meat stretching me out!"

"Wait, organic?"

Pearl compensated for this Homeworld slip of the tongue by hitching up her other leg, gripping onto the stall roof with both hands. She was now grinding up and down on her visitor, something which would take a great feat of strength for any Terran girl. But to someone with the grace, balance and extraterrestrial vigor of a Gem, this was almost a second nature.

"Shut your mouth. Stop talking. Pound me with that fat cock, now!"

Not even waiting for the voice on the other side, Pearl began rocking herself back and forward, grinding on the girthy cock with a frenzy. Any response would've been drowned out by the wet slapping echoing from the stalls. Even if he shouted, the visitor on the other side of the stalls probably couldn't get a word past Pearls moans. But he just couldn't talk. Her pussy felt like a vice grip of velvet, so wet and warm, a feeling that put even that'd put most voluptuous of Earth girls to shame. The sheer ecstasy that both Pearl and the human felt wrapped around each other like a boa constrictor, their moans and groans driving each other more and more.

Through the haze, however, Pearl felt a new type of throb.

"Fuuuuck! I'm gonna—"

In a flash, Pearl had slid off his dick and landed on the floor in something like a combat stance, before setting down on her knees, grabbing the cock with both hands, and sticking out her tongue with an 'aaaah!'. She knew what was coming next, yet she wasn't expecting the sheer volume of warm spunk that covered her. Unlike the other patrons who'd visited the stall, this was thicker, more viscous. And it stank to high hell with some sort of primal, orgone energy. With each massive throb it covered her in ropes of gooey organic cum, dripping down her face and sliding onto her chest. She trembled in delight, the feeling of being covered like this causing her to orgasm. Her juices mixed with the thick puddle that was now on the floor around her.

"Y-you," Pearl giggled in-between gasps, lightheaded but loving it, "you don't even have to pay me for that. That was great!"

The voice from the other side sighed, "Good! I, uh, left my wallet in my other pants. But hey, here!"

Instead of a few Beach City dollar bills, in through the wall fluttered a single newspaper clipping. Pearl brought it up to her face, still struggling to see straight. When her vision settled, she saw a brightly colored and very amateur coupon for a carwash. After a moment, her brain caught up with her. Pearl had seen this specific carwash company before. It couldn't be.

The voice added "I work at this little carwash place in town. That's good for one wash, with wax, if you need it."

Pearl crumpled the coupon in her grip as she tried to contain her frightened scream. Her fist shook.

"It may not seem like much, but believe me, other places charge a fortune for hot wax." The voice, now suddenly very familiar, said, before she heard a zip, the clatter of the stall door, the squeak of flipflops on the tile floor, then the other door smacking shut.

For a while, Pearl sat there, quietly. Then, quickly, her clothing manifested in another blur of light, after which she stood up, pocketed the money (and, begrudgingly, the coupon), pushed the stall door open and left.