>>7065362A trail of liquid filth followed the arc and hung in long gooey trails from the article, decorating her hands in a pungent plasma. In an instant the nauseating smell of red tide hit her nostrils. Stunned, she weighed the shorts in her arms. They felt heavy and soggy, and the interior was a solid dark streak, coated in a shining congealed splotch that ran to the front and back, broken up only occasionally with a peach-colored hair or a generous glob of white and yellow smegma.
“UGGGH! It smells worse than roadkill!” Amethyst dropped the clothing and reeled. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! How long has it been, you sick freak?!”
“It’s been five-thousand years, okay? I forgot about it! What do you want from me?”
“Some fucking air-freshener would be nice, uggh!” Amethyst pinched her nose and felt the pancakes start to come back up.
“Don’t you dare vomit in here!” Pearl snapped her legs together and scowled.
“What does it matter if I do? Nothing is ever going to be nastier than that!”
“Like you are one to judge ME on proper hygiene! I swear if you tell ANYONE, I will…I will never speak to you again!”
Amethyst stared at the abandoned diaper on the floor and forced a deviant smile under her rapidly tearing eyes.
“No more jabbering? That almost sounds like a deal. Man, it’d really be a shame if Steven or Garnet knew about this. Peridot, Lapis, and maybe Greg too. What would they think of you?”
“Amethyst!”
“You are cleaning that thing right now!”
“Once I get to my room, I will be attending to –”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You are cleaning that right here, right now. I am going to make sure you do it right, so I never have to smell this awful stench again!”
