Part 1

“Amethyst, you are revolting!” Pearl looked at her with disdain across the kitchen’s countertop.

In the small house, her slurping and gagging at the stack of flapjacks covered in motor oil was echoed and amplified. Luckily Steven was spending the day with Connie and didn’t need to bear witness to the act. What a disgusting role-model she makes, Pearl thought, and kept “Amethyst, you are revolting!” Pearl looked at her with disdain across the kitchen’s countertop.

“Mmphgrrraa?” she said between sickening, greasy bites. A large glop fell between her cleavage and stained her gem as she smacked.

“Ugghh!” Pearl rolled her eyes and stuck her nose to the ceiling. “Honestly, the way you conduct yourself is absolutely abhorrent. Why do humans even like to hang out with you?”

Amethyst swallowed and shrugged, “Eh, I dunno. Maybe cause I’m semi-relatable, instead of being a neurotic cupcake like someone I know. Besides, I make sure to clean up where it counts…”

“And where is that exactly? Certainly not that junkpile room of yours.” Taking up a cloth Pearl began to scrub at the offending marks off the tile island. It was everywhere.

“Hey! I told you I have a system in place. Do not fuck it up.” She rolled her eyes. “And no it’s not my room. I take good care of my special places. You know. My nether-regions?”

“Oh, please.” Pearl blushed slightly and turned to the fridge. “Such a place hardly requires upkeep. We have no use for those particular human constructs.”

“I do.” Amethyst scoffed. “Given how much I eat and drink I have to keep it clean. Vidalia’s boy really seems to like it. Hehe.”

“Ugh, and his friends too, I suppose? You’re such a whore, Amethyst.” She corrected an upturned milk carton and began to organize the fruit by ripeness.

“You bet I am. Wait…uhh…Pearl? When was the last time YOU cleaned down there?”

She froze and kept her eyes glued to back of the fridge. Dead silence claimed her and she didn’t dare take a breath.

“Pearl!”

“W-why does that matter? I told you I have no use for it. My uniform covers up everything anyways.” Her blue eyes darted back and forth and she began to march to the temple door.

Amethyst grabbed her wrist and yanked her back before she could disappear. “Ooooh, no you don’t! How long has it been? You’re the queen of hygiene it couldn’t have been that long…right?”

“Are you serious? It is none of your concern!” she sneered.

“Let’s see it!” Amethyst snatched up the cloth of her pants and pulled.

“Get your hands off me!” she countered and grunted, wrestling the fabric from her grip.

Determined, Amethyst shoved her onto the sofa and tore off her tiny shorts in one swift movement.

A 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. It looked disgusting...  yet so inviting.

The smell was more vile than anything Amy could remember. It was the smell of pus, of rancid periods, of ancient flesh rotten to the core releasing five thousand years of stench into her nostrils. In short, like pure filth. And she loved it.

She took a look at the congealed mass of bodily waste and secretions. Then, she pushed the pants inside-out, leaving her hand inside it and the thick layer of gunk on the outside. She brought her mouth closer to it, and took a long, hard sniff. Sensation flooded Amethyst's nose as the noxious fumes entered her nostrils, and the feeling was extraordinary.

Amethyst fell on her behind, with a slight high from Pearl's secretions and rot. But it went away quickly, and she was left unsatisfied. She needed more. Slowly, she raised the article of her clothing to face level, and opened her mouth as she brought it closer to her mouth.

She could almost taste it.

A string of some thick yellow substance made its way to Amethyst's lips, and she slurped it up hungrily. It tasted like a mixture of moss and moldy fruit, and as the slimy thread made its way across Amy's tongue she shuddered in delight. Eventually it came loose from Pearl's pants, bringing with it a large glob of dark browns and reds intermingling with each other. This had a wildly different flavour, like dirt and coins and spoiled, lumpy milk all in one.  She swished the substance around in her mouth as it mixed with her saliva to create a thick viscous liquid before gulping it down.  The feeling of the thick lump making its way through her esophagus was just wonderful, and Amethyst felt a sort of sadness that it was over. Then she remembered the pants in her hands, and took her joy once more.

Pearl watched in a mixture of joy and disgust, as well as a strange sort of pride, as Amy ran her tongue and lips all over her stained trousers, slurping up her old periods and feces and God knows what in complete ecstasy. Blob after blob of foul ancient smegma and shit disappeared into Amy's mouth and she could see it move down her gullet bit by bit.

Within minutes, Pearl's pants had been licked as clean as 5000-year-old unwashed trousers could get, and Amethyst smiled at her, a small yellow-brown string of old half-hardened pus dangling from the right corner of her mouth. Then she lunged at Pearl.

She needed much more.

Amethyst roughly shoved her hands between Pearl's legs, and pulled them apart with great haste. Then she saw the buffet presented before her.

Pearl's inner thighs had gone from her alabaster white to a yellowish-light grey colour as dead skin had piled up, and off-white entities could be seen moving on them. Moving inward, her cunt was covered with a thick layer of dead flesh, large lesions in the skin patched up with hardened, crusty pus with clumps of smegma resting within it. Above her clitoris it had become slightly thinner, and she noticed patches of pubic hair sticking out of the skin, a much darker peach than the tuft on her head. Lastly was her perineum, where the thick yellow of her vaginal pus and smegma met the dark brown of crusted and rotting faeces, all plastered onto a grey canvas of dead flesh and sweat. A hefty musk drifted up from Pearl's taint, and Amethyst moved her head between Pearl's legs to get a whiff of it. Then she noticed the insides of Pearl´s thighs.

The things she saw wriggling around were maggots, more specifically botfly larvae. They were mostly buried inside Pearl's dead flesh, And amethyst estimated each one to be over half an inch long and almost as fat. Her stomach growled, and she felt hungry. Pearl, who had been mortified by Amethyst staring at her filthy crotch, gasped as she felt an unfamiliar sensation move across her left thigh.

Amethyst had started sucking on her thighs, and the maggots inside them were being pulled out into Amethyst's mouth as she greedily sucked them out. Pearl moaned loudly as she felt her children ripped from her wounds, blood and pus following in their wake. Within half a minute, she had gathered over two dozen larvae from Pearl's left thigh, and moaned quietly as they bit into every corner of her mouth.

She started chewing, and the maggots exploded into a mess of worm guts and slime, making Amy's mouth start to water. She swallowed, and moved on to the other thigh, which had fewer maggots due to Pearl's snacking habits. After doing the same to Pearl's right thigh, she gathered the paste into her cheek and stated gently slurping up Pearl's thigh fluids, using her tongue to mix the blood and pus pouring out of Pearl's supple thighs with the maggoty paste.

Once done, she raised her head up from Pearl's thighs, now pockmarked with light pink wounds, and to face Pearl.

"W-why'd you stop?" questioned Pearl?

"I'll show you. Now open your mouth and close your eyes", said Amethyst seductively.

Pearl gaped open her mouth, which was surprisingly clean, giving a sharp contrast to her dirty uncleaned cunt.

"Good girl. Here's your surprise", Amy said, as she drew Pearl into a passionate kiss.

Pearl reciprocated, and felt something wet and slimy enter her mouth. Thinking it was Amethyst's tongue, she moved her own to meet with Amy's, only to split the substance apart and have a bitter, dirt-like flavour assault her tongue.

Amethyst continued to push the maggoty paste into Pearl's maw, and when Pearl realized what was happening, she began gobbling it up, cleaning every piece of the pulp from Amethyst's mouth with her tongue.

Pearl rolled the paste around her mouth, savoring the feeling of Amy's saliva mixing with hers and the strong flavour of her home-grown larvae. After enjoying it for some time, she grabbed Amethyst by the head, and pulled her in for another kiss.

"Dude, what are you doiii-Mmf"

Amethyst felt the larvae goop enter her mouth yet again, this time with a large helping of Pearl spit. It tasted even better than before. Their tongues intertwined, and small strings of drool began falling fro their lips as the two gems kissed ever more passionately, Amethyst still swishing the maggots around. She then withdrew her tongue, and pushed the slimy  paste of botfly larvae back into Pearl's hungry mouth.

"I've already had my share, so you can have this one. Besides, they were yours to begin with."

Pearl swallowed the goop, feeling the mucous mixture move down her throat and through her esophagus. The aftertaste was strong and bitter, with a hint of earth and salt from the tears of her thighs' weeping sores. It was quite nice, she thought to herself.

Amethyst was still hungry. She moved down to Pearl's crotch, tentatively licking the dead skin covering her cunt. It was salty and dry, and the taste of smegma permeated it all around. Then, she began to scrape off a small piece of flesh with her teeth, her efforts rewarded by a thin strip of dead skin in her mouth. It melted like butter, butter made out of churned pus that is. She began scraping off another strip, larger this time. Pearl barely felt it through the three inches of dead and rotting tissue covering her vagina. Amethyst tore off another strip, then another, then another, strip after strip of smegma and pus-ridden skin disappearing into Amy's starving maw. Amethyst decided that this would take way too much time.

She sunk her teeth into Pearl's crotch, and ripped out a two inch thick piece of tissue. The smell of rotting flesh emerged stronger than ever before, and the greyish-yellow had become splotched with coal black and custard yellow spots, being either dry and crusty or wet and slimy in a seemingly random pattern. Amethyst scooped one of the yellow spots out with her index finger, and put the contents into her mouth. It certainly wasn't custard, but it was much tastier.

Amethyst began sucking the contents of the splotches out, mixing them in her mouth to create the perfect blend of rot, pus and bile to privilege her tastebuds with. She gulped, and went back to work on Pearl's crotch, now focusing on eating the skin in the area around Pearl's clit. If it were still alive, Pearl would've enjoyed it tremendously.

Within long Amethyst has already consumed all the dead flesh, and hit her teeth on something hard. Moving her face out of the hole she had dug in Pearl's dead crotch with her mouth, she saw a thick yellow substance, almost like caramel, covering Pearl's clitoral hood. She gave it a tentative lick, and the taste of smegma and sweat covered her tongue. Amethyst decided to move down a bit.

"No, wait!" Pearl shouted, but it was too late. Amethyst had started gobbling up the rotting tissue around Pearl's cunt again, and soon and odor even fouler than before made its way to Amy's nostrils. She looked at Pearl, and saw her shaking. Then she saw the skin bulge slightly, and start to tear.

A ripping noise was heard, and a torrent of pus, sweat, blood and vaginal secretions (and possibly a yeast infection or two) flooded out of Pearl's vagina, right into Amethyst's gaping mouth. She quickly put a hand before her, then wiped the liquid off her face with her hand. Then she noticed the new taste in her mouth.
The mixture of various bodily secretions might have be considered unpalatable to some, but to Amethyst it was heavenly. She laid her mouth onto Pearl's pussy again, greedily sucking out Pearl's sweet vaginal nectar. Once in a while large chunks of well fermented msegma and hardened discharges would enter her mouth, and they felt delicious scraping against her tastebuds before disappearing down her esophagus.