“Ah! Ooof! Eeeh!”

Pearl winced. The pressure was tight, much too tight. Thick and powerful, the muscular walls clenched her from every side, squeezing her over and over in undulating waves. Like a slug enveloping a crispy piece of lettuce leaf, purple flesh engulfed Pearl bit-by-bit, inching across her slender thighs. Juices soaked into her skin, wet and warm, and her skin crawled at the slimy texture. Like glass held in within a giant's grip, Pearl prayed that she didn’t Shatter.

Despite the pale Gem’s groans, her gracious host gave a good-natured grin. Lying atop a fluffy bed with velvet blue sheets, Cerulea tugged at her full, puffy lips. A Sapphire Gem, her cyclopean eye was obscured by blinding bangs while her silvery hair cascaded down her back and off the bed like a waterfall.

“Now, now. Keep yourself like this, as you get into my plump rear,” said Cerulea. The blue Gem shook her hips with a sultry slowness, not unlike a dancer; every time her bowels clenched, Pearl sank another few inches. “Don’t worry, Pearl. I’ll make sure your trip is pleasant… in my own way.”

Even as the blue Gem’s huge ass devoured her, Pearl knew she meant every word. Gem nobles seldom felt the need to lie. Why bother, when they were so powerful and influential? Such was the way of privilege.

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After Era 3 began, Pearl’s leader and quasi-son, Steven Universe, took it upon himself to fix the Gem Empire. It didn’t take a genius to see how deeply fractured Gem society had grown over the millennia, much less the corruption baked in its core. Besides the divisions between Gem types, from how Quartzes were treated like cannon fodder on the battlefield and how slavishly Bismuths built towers across the Empire, few Gems were happy. That wasn’t counting how the Empire bumped into its neighbors, quarreling with other alien races and conquering worlds to build new colonies.

Things needed to change.

Luckily, as the son of Rose Quartz (or Pink Diamond), the leaders of the Gem Empire were willing to listen. Bit by bit, Steven guided the Diamonds in dismantling their empire. In its place, they built the Gem Republic, where every Gem was free to follow life as they saw fit, and this race of rock aliens wouldn't try to dominate the galaxy any longer.

As part of this effort, Pearl journeyed to planets near & far, teaching Gems on new ways to live and the Republic’s laws. This included the Gem nobility. Few nobles were eager to relinquish their power, but some were willing to cooperate with enough nudging. Their royal titles may be defunct, but perhaps they'd like a seat in the Republic's new government? They could keep their crystal towers and riches while giving land to every Gem.

Such compromises left a bitter taste in Pearl's mouth, but if she could convince a few nobles, perhaps they could convince their fellows? It was certainly better than banishing every last snooty royal to the far reaches of space. At least, that's what Steven wanted. Personally, Pearl was happy to watch such classist jerks freeze their butts off in deserted asteroids in the middle of nowhere space.

This particular mission saw Pearl visit Cerulea Sapphire, an influential White Gem. As the first Sapphire crafted in existence, Cerulea could easily persuade her fellow Sapphires to join the Republic. Not the least because every Sapphire counted Cerulea as a wife. Even Pearl’s friend and fellow Crystal Gem, Sapphire Cut-6RT, felt the same. Better yet, Cerulea listened! The noble was very polite, hung off Pearl’s every word, and offered a few suggestions on the Republic’s future.

“I’d foreseen the Republic’s birth for a few decades now, but the Diamond’s power was so absolute that I believed it a fantasy!” Cerulea shook her head and tapped her brow. Sitting across from Pearl, her shortstack body sprawled across a lavish couch, the blue Gem let out a sigh. Every time Pearl looked at the Gem, she struggled to meet Cerulea in the eye; those curves were positively magnetic with Cerulea's arm draped across her juicy hips and her breasts lying upon throw pillows. “Goodness me! I pray that my other visions are just as glorious! If we play our cards right, the Republic has a bright future ahead!”

“Perfect! Thank you so much for listening!” Pearl grinned brightly. and clapped her hands together. “After being kicked out of White Emerald’s castle, I got worried!”

“Oh, ol’ Emmy?” Cerulea giggled and waved a hand. Her voice was light and wispy like morning steam off fresh snow, yet warm and rich as butter. It rang off the walls like music and Pearl's heart feel light. “She’ll come around! Once White Spinel joins the Republic, Emmy will fall over herself to help out!”

Within the peace and quiet of Cerulea’s crystal tower, the two Gems enjoyed everything from fine wine, beautiful harp music, and warm weather. A gentle breeze blew into the open-air living room, which was full of marble pillars, silky shrouds, and cozy furniture. Above, puffy clouds crossed the pink skies of Wedia VI and its twin moons gazed down, bathing the land with silver & purple light.

“Well, since we’re on the same page, perhaps I should be on my way?” Pearl rose to her feet and grabbed the paperwork. She’d prepared a whole presentation for Cerulea, but in the way that all Sapphires do, she foresaw the whole thing. Future Vision could come in handy sometimes. “Thank you for your time, White Sapph- I mean, Cerulea! It’s been a pleasure.”

“Oh? Leaving so soon?”

Cerulea nearly leapt out of her reclining couch. She took Pearl by the arm, holding her close. Although the blue Gem only stood to Pearl’s elbows, the grip was ironclad. Like all White Gems, Cerulea was immeasurably stronger than regular Gems. Why, there was probably more strength in Cerulea's pinkie than in Pearl’s whole body. Pearl couldn't budge an inch.

“Please, won’t you stay the night? I foresaw us enjoying dinner, sailing across Lake Onani, and stargazing together upon the roof.” Cerulea waved a hand. Across the room, busy playing twin harps, were a pair of Pearls. While one was a lovely shade of pink, the other was dark purple. Both Gems wore silky outfits covered in gold bangles, much like belly dancers. “You’ll get along famously with my Pearls! That is to say, they aren’t mine. Not anymore. They’re employees! Isn’t that right, girls?”

Spinning on their heels, the Pearls gave fanciful curtsies. While the purple Pearl looked positively gorgeous between her jewelry, luxurious dress, and delicate frame, she remained silent. The pink Pearl, on the other hand, was far more bubbly. Pearl couldn't help but admire her golden bikini top or how her slender legs were bare save for a flowing skirt & loincloth. The pale Gem struggled to snuff out visions of herself lying upon a bed, naked and covered in sweat, wrapped up in the embrace of these beautiful women.

“Oh yes! We were once servants for Ms. Sapphire, but now we faithfully serve as employees!” said Sparkles. The pink Pearl put a hand across her slim chest. Sparkles wasn't particularly busty, but the way she moved like a graceful swan and the girlish tone of her voice spoke magnitudes of her beauty. "We get vacation time, work eight hours, and take plenty of breaks! It's a pleasure to remain close to Ms. Sapphire.”

“Miss, I’d like some sick time,” said Matte. The purple Pearl gave a short curtsy. Like he fellow Pearl, Matte wasn't especially curvy, but the soft, sweetness of her voice and her demure demeanor was most fetching. “Pretty please.”

“But… Gems can’t catch colds?” asked Cerculea, tapping her chin.

“Regardless.” Matt gave a shrug. "I'm not feeling 100%."

“Consider it done!”

While the purple Pearl gave a small but earnest grin, Cerulea turned back to Pearl. She pulled the pale Gem close, engulfing an arm between her cleavage. This close, Pearl couldn’t help but notice the ampleness the Sapphire’s chest. Like a pair of overripe melons, Cerculea’s breasts stretched her white bandeau to the limit. Fat nipples clearly pressed against the fabric, wide as dollar coins.

“You see? The spirit of the Republic is alive & well already! Please stay? We’re still admittedly learning this whole ‘freedom’ and ‘equality” thing, but we’ll do our best!”

Pearl gave a weak grin. She wanted to stay, honest. Cerulea was very sweet, the Pearls seemed friendly, and they were all very pretty. What Pearl wouldn’t give to spend the night with three sexy Gems. The pillowy softness of Cerulea’s chest felt lovely against her skin, warm and plushy, and those humungous hips were wide as a starship. That booty put Garnet to shame!

Alas, Pearl had business elsewhere. It was a big empire and a bigger galaxy. It’d take years to visit every corner to bring the Republic into reality. Even staying one night could set Pearl back a week.

“I’d love to, really!” Pearl gripped Cerulea’s hands, careful not to stare at that colossal chest. Diamonds, each breast was bigger than her head! Years of lounging around her castle, leading her fellow Sapphires and nomming on bon-bons had given Cerulea a shortstack figure that most Gems would kill for. Why, Cerulea's hips were twice, no, three times as wide as Pearl's body. Every step she walked was followed by gentle, yet strong cheek claps. Pearl shook her head, resisting the urge not to grope that bountiful booty. “But interstellar travel waits for no one. Please understand!”

Cerulea nodded her head. She squeezed Pearl’s hand firmly.

“… I do. My Future Vision foretells a long, difficult journey ahead of you.” Cerulea gave a hopeful grin. “So let me do you a favor! I’ll fly you to the next planet. My starship is one of the fastest in the galaxy! It’ll take no time at all.”

“Well…” Pearl rolled her tongue. “I wouldn’t wanna impose...”

“Nonsense!” Cerulea squeezed even tighter. Given her obscene strength, the blue Gem could snap Pearl's hand in two if she applied any more pressure. The pale Gem winced. “I insist!”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

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That’s how Pearl found herself here, trapped in Cerulea's bottomless booty, sinking into these hungry bowels like quicksand. According to Cerculea, her starship was fast, but small. It could only fit a single Gem. The only way both Gems could share a ride was… this. Body Bubbling.

Among the different methods to transport Gems, Body Bubbling was by far the rarest. It required a Gem to devour another, sealing the rider within their flesh for long stretches of time. Not only was it deeply physical, requiring immense trust between both Gems, but highly dangerous. If the host Gem wasn’t careful, they could Shatter and Assimilate the rider within their belly. Hundreds of riders had filled the host’s bellies over the eons, only to arrive to their destination as assfat or titty milk.

Truly, a jigglier fate could not be imagined.

“Cerulea! Please!” Pearl gasped when her slender hips slid into the doughy mountain of an ass. Her womanhood grinded against the anal walls, making a flame of desire blossom across her body. Pearl’s cheeks shone scarlet red as pleasure blended with the pain in a heady cocktail of emotions. “I can… take another ship! This can’t be the only way!”

“Whatever do you mean?” Cerulea spoke in a playful tone. The blue Gem’s face glowed like a star the deeper Pearl sank into her bowels. Already, the pale Gem’s feet entered her stomach, gracefully tiptoeing upon the gastric organ like a ballet dancer. It tickled something fierce, making Cerulea giggle. “We’re already halfway there! Relax, Pearl. Relax and enjoy the slide through my insides.”

In a twisted way, this was an honor. While Body Bubbling was dangerous, it was most intimate. Few Gems ever had the privilege of touching Cerulea like this, especially when she went by the name of White Sapphire. To stretch her anal walls wide as a cavern, to slide across her velvet-smooth intestines, to make Cerulea feel white-hot pleasure… it was an experience few knew. Even the way Pearl’s moist desire mixed with Cerulea's ass juices, blending together into a savory batter, was a once-in-a-lifetime treasure.

Really, this proved how Cerulea believed every Gem was an equal. If she treated Pearl to such an experience, then she’d do it for anyone. At least, that’s how the Sapphire thought. Pearl herself couldn’t help but gag at the damp, pungent smell of ass juices.

“That’s, uh, very kind of you!” Pearl clenched her teeth as her belly button was slurped up by that hungry ass. Although small, Pearl’s nubile breasts quivered at the strange sensation, her nipples stiff as stones. Normally, she'd struggle more; maybe shove against Cerulea's dumptruck of an ass to worm her way out. On an instinctual level, however, she knew how hopeless that was; Cerulea was the strongest person on this planet, bar none. “But really, I should leav- urk!?”

With a single clench, Cerulea swallowed Pearl up to the neck at lightning speed. Her petite breasts rubbed against the anus, which grew tight as a vice, while everything below Pearl's waist filled the stomach. It felt like she was a gem seed again, buried deep beneath a planet’s crust, crushed by tectonic forces. She gasped sharply, her chin resting upon Cerulea's taint. The dark flesh was moist with feminine juices as well as anal fluids and felt spongy to the touch.

Her lips pursed, Cerulea glanced over her shoulder. She could have done this from the start: as sweet and beautiful as Pearl was, she was pitifully weak. Sparkles and Matte were a dozen times stronger, even if they lacked Pearl's battle prowess. As for Cerulea, her huge, massive dumptruck of an ass could devour a thousand Gems and still have room for dessert. Even now, Pearl has buried deep between those blue blubbery buttcheeks, her vision obscured by those fleshy mountains. Never did she feel so small.

“Hm. You’re really not getting into the spirit of things, huh?” asked Cerulea. Through her Future Vision, she predicted an outcome where Pearl adored becoming a buttsnack. Where she fell in love with these thick, meaty hips; where Pearl’s every thought was dominated by Cerulea’s behemoth booty, drooling at the chance to touch, grope, and embrace them. Cerulea's jaw-dropping beauty played no small part in why every Sapphire in the universe called her wife. “A pity. I hoped to hire you as a third employee. Sparkles and Matte would have loved making a new friend.”

Briefly, Pearl’s face poked past that wrinkly ring that Cerulea called an asshole before she vanished into that fat backdoor. Thick, savory juices spat from the hole, spraying across the bed with a wet plorpThis is... too much!" thought Pearl, her back arching as pleasure scorched her flesh. Buried deep within the bowels, Pearl's mind went blank as the purple walls stroked her womanhood, teased her sensitive chest, and bathed her in slimy, warm juices. "Please, let this end soon! Else my gem will fry!"

Licking her lips, Cerulea cradled her gut as it grew large and wide, lifting the blue Gem off her feet. The fleshy mound rocked back-and-forth across the bed, moving more from intestinal contractions than Pearl’s feeble struggles. Steam spat from Cerulea’s mouth and her vision grew blurry. Each of Pearl’s orgasms left her hot & horny, leaving her crotch wet as a faucet.

"Pearl! Oh PearlEver since you walked through my door, I knew it! You're beautiful, exquisite, perfect! Few Pearls are quite so lovely! No wonder Pink Diamond was your master!"

When Cerulea managed to steady her breathing, she rolled off the gigantic belly, her thicc cheeks clapping together. Her hands spun circles across the blue skin, which was layered with sweat.

“W-well! I’d b-better see what Sparkles & M-Matte are up to!” Barely able to contain the stutter, Cerulea clamored out of bed and stumbled into the tower proper. Her home was big, but with Future Vision, Cerulea made a beeline for her employees, who were busy dusting statues on the 34th Floor. Clutching the underside of her gigantic gut, Cerulea shivered as Pearl squirmed within her deepest place. “There’s no way I can fly a ship like this! I've gotta blow off steam first. Not to worry, Pearl. You’ll still reach Dragnor IV in a few hours!"

As her bare feet tapped across the crystal blue floors, Cerulea stroked her swollen stomach. It would be child’s play to digest Pearl; to Assimilate the pale Gem into her essence, her very soul. Just a quick squeeze and Pearl would be gem dust, pumping through Cerulea’s intestines. She’d fill out these hefty hooters until they swelled with milk or add extra junk to this trunk. Enough to smother Sparkles and Matte beneath each buttcheek.

Cerulea, however, was no longer that Gem. She wasn't White Sapphire anymore. She had to be better. Enough Gems & planets had died due to this Sapphire’s hubris. No one else would perish. Pearl would reach her destination, no matter what. Cerulea would meet her promise.

The blue Gem licked her lips.

“No reason why I can’t convince Pearl to join me, once her mission is over. Her beauty and brains are wasted on Earth..” Cerulea groped her enormous stomach, pinching Pearl’s shapely curves beneath the skin. The pale Gem squirmed, ravaged by pleasure. Beneath the glorks and ploumps of barely restrained digestion, Pearl's moans made Cerulea's insides vibrate like a glass struck by a tuning fork. What a magical feeling. "Don’t worry, Pearl. You’ll enjoy working for me. Your days of hardship will soon end. You, me, Matte, Sparkles… we’ll live happily together, forever. Just you wait. Just you wait…”

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As part of my unofficial policy, I've waited 6-12 months before reposting this art piece. Perhaps Dolphysoul wouldn't have minded the partial owner of Cerulea to repost this, buuut z3d was the one who approached & paid them. My interaction with the artist was next to nothing, so to pay full respects and avoid stealing views & favorites from Dolphysoul, I waited awhile.

With any luck, this is reasonable. Thank you very much for your time and hard work, Dolphysoul. You captured the spirit of Cerulea so effortlessly as well as made her & Pearl plenty sexy. Truly you're a superb artist whose honed your craft after many years of labor and love. Someday, I'll need to commission you myself, if only as an excuse to talk to you personally. Truly, 10/10 art, would anal vore again.


As for the story I wrote to accompany such grand artwork? Well, I honestly feel like it's rather exposition heavy. I'm loathed to repeat the conceit of this AU, but between the infrequent posts of "Out of This Universe" and non-SU fans' unfamiliarity with the series, it feels like a necessary evil. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it, because the first and final scene were by favorite by far!

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Art by the delighfully deviant  dolphysoul
Cerulea is jointly owned by myself and  z3d

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