Carbon Pink: Monkey Style (Patreon)

First things first! https://twitter.com/Rapscallion_Art! Big awesome artist. Followed their stuff for a long time but got really into the world they built up with Carbon Pink, their sexy cyberpunk setting. Actually converting it into a playable tabletop system, don’t ya know?

Even with them having their scifi goblins (gobbos) in their setting, seeing the development of the wukongs as their original shortstack species caught my eye. Curvy little monkey people with giant tails and their own subcultures of not giving a shit and getting drunk and fucking all day.

There’s a bunch of stuff to check out on their new wiki for the setting too, but as much as I liked reading it, I like to think the story holds up decently on its own. Can definitely see this one blooming into a series. Didn't want to step on their toes too much with making up names and terms, but thankfully the language is pretty straightforward for a cyberpunk setting and there’s a real science = magic tone to the whole thing that makes just about anything possible. Just as long as you’re horny enough.

Rick “The Hammerdick” Boldstein looked up from his beachside bench, still chewing his reprocessed Synthwrap to check out the commotion. He was a large, muscular man with pale skin and sheared, short violet hair. As a burly human bouncer with a holographic tattoo running around his collarbone that kept track of how many people he’d knocked out or thrown out, Rick was considered relatively plain for the world he lived in. Between the awakened AI’s, genetic modification, artificial bodies and even some outright monsters running around, a big human was nothing shocking.

Cardinal Holdings was one of many corporate-owned cities in The New World. The main city itself was its own mess of politics and power struggles while maintaining order, but Rick didn’t care much for that. The undercity was where the real shit happened, if you asked him. The often overlooked or actively ignored chunk of the Holdings was a super slum of sorts, packed with crooks, freaks, and people who just plain couldn’t make it living in the imperial iron fist. Down here, things got done.

For example, there was the spectacle that Rick was watching at the Hole Stuffer across the road. It was one of a small local franchise of corner stores where you could buy various snacks and cheap supplies, as well as a small but reliable selection of sex toys and body mods.

“Get out of here, you thievin’ little chimps!” a clerk barked.

A green-skinned woman wearing nothing but a work apron and a thong barged out of the front entrance, pursuing a trio of small, monkey-like beings. She grabbed uselessly at the fleeing critters with their arms stuffed full of snacks and drinks. The clerk swung a broom-shaped cleaning drone like a club, a frustrated outburst that overlooked the narrow robot’s actual purpose.

Rick was completely unsurprised. He had seen the three wukong head inside just after he’d bought his meal, and stationed himself outside waiting for the ruckus to begin.

Wukongs were a decent bunch in his experience, but they tended to think differently than other people. Even the undercity folks were trying to scrape together creds and pay rent and distract themselves from the endless circle of hard labor. That meant that they either made do with whatever they could scavenge, made their creds off the book, or just swiped whatever they saw that was tasty/shiny enough for them to want.

The wukong didn’t want any of that shit. They served their base instincts first and foremost, mostly packed into their own drunk and horny little communes. They were tiny creatures with fur over most of their bodies, but they still wore some skimpy clothing or another. Probably out of style more than modesty, if Rick had to guess. Round features and dexterous fingers and toes alike added to their monkey appearance, but nothing so much as their tails. While they ran from two to three feet tall, their tails easily reached twice as long as their entire bodies while strong enough to lift them completely off the ground.

“Go go go go!” one of the wukong babbled to his comrades.

They scattered into the street, their tails curling and trailing like flailing ribbons behind their rounded hips. It was a pack of one female and two males, easily spotted by the bulges in their shorts. While not as ridiculously long as their tails, the wukong were packing way more than one would guess from such petite creatures.

The female caught Rick’s eye, just out of preference. Between how common and cheap it was to swap out your brain, body, gender, genitals, and gods knew what else by any number of means, being confidently straight was a scarcity in this day and age. But Rick couldn’t say no to a nice set of tits, and much like the bulges on the males, the watermelon-sized ass and grapefruit jugs on the one monkeygirl bounced around with every bounding step she took.

She had light brown fur with a darker shade forming the hair on her head. The scruffy hair was tied back into casual pigtails, with a streak of pink and a streak of black both in her bangs. Large hoop earrings jangled together under one ear like a personal set of windchimes and her bouncing boobs constantly threatened to fall out of her bright green tank top. Even as she clutched her stolen goods to her chest, said chest couldn’t stay in place for more than a second. The chubby jugs bobbled around so much she was constantly shifting her grip to hold onto her loot. She even had to shift her weight a few times, letting her prehensile whip of a tail or nimble toes grab a dropped good and pass it back to herself with a struggling chirp.

They darted right past Rick, who couldn’t give a damn. They weren’t raiding his club, so he let them do as they pleased. In fact, when the female wukong dropped one of her Instacook noodles at his feet, he casually reached out and picked it up.

“Dropped this,” he called after her in a deep voice.

He tossed it after her and a sharp twist of her tail wrapped around the plastic-wrapped bowl in midair. Her big blue eyes darted back to catch his, treating him to a wink. With a wiggle of her round booty and her tight-fitting shorts, she sprinted off and caught up to the rest of her posse.

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Rick finished up his quick lunch and started heading back to his rundown apartment. He could catch a few of his shows before he had to go in for his shift at Hotbox, roughing up the people who couldn’t hold their drug of choice or who looked to take advantage of those who couldn’t. Sometimes it felt like working as security and busting heads for a buck was about as moral as a person could get down in the undercity.

“Hey!” a friendly voice chirped as he neared his place.

The high tone and low source of the voice told him it was either a gobbo or a wukong, and he had a hunch which it was going to be.

Sure enough, it was the wukong girl from before. She smirked up at him as she trotted along, catching up to him with a plastic bag of assorted food. Rick sized it up and as he suspected, he spotted the bowl of noodles.

“Hey yourself,” Rick said with a small nod and smile back.

“Thanks for the hand back there. Didn’t have to stick your dick out for me like that.”

Rick nodded. This was what he meant. They were chaotic little meatheads thinking with their dicks, but at the end of the day, who wasn’t?

“Ah, we all gotta look out for each other sometimes,” Rick said with a dismissive shrug of his beefy shoulders.

The wukong suddenly shifted her stride in the weirdly graceful maneuver of her kind changing pace. She lifted her feet off the ground as her tail pressed firmly beneath her body. Despite a lot of wiggling and bouncing of its complex bones and muscles that worked like a single powerful stilt, the monkeygirl moved at eye level at the same pace as Rick. It had the added bonus of seeing her flexing hips up close as her tried to focus on her casual smile.

“Name’s Peachy Anklebite.”

“Rick Boldstein,” he nodded back. Rick held out a hand and she clapped it with her own little palm.

Peachy’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh Hammerdick Rick? You threw my brother out of your bar!” she said rather cheerily, as if it was a point of pride.

“Probably. There’s always a wukong out to cause trouble, and you’re all small enough to throw real far.”

Peachy giggled at the joke.

“Well I just wanted to say thanks for the assist and see if ya felt like sharin’ a snack with me. Felt right since ya helped me get it and all.”

Rick gave a dismissive wave.

“I just ate a bit ago. I’m fine.”

“Works for me,” Peachy said with a shrug.

She pulled out the noodle bowl and pulled the chord on its edge. The bowl gave a sharp hiss as it was immediately heated and ready to eat, complete with a set of chopsticks waiting beneath the wrapper. Peachy ignored them and tilted the bowl back to take a large swig and slurped up a mouthful of noodles.

“So you wanna find someplace to smash my cooch?” she asked without bothering to fully finish her mouthful.

That was the other fun part about the wukong, of course. You could count on them to be every bit at down to fuck as the the rest of the undercity.

“Hell yea. Lemme get the door for ya.”

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Rick made a steady living at his hired muscle  gig, which meant he had a place of his own that wasn’t technically squatting or freeloading. He took Peach up to his apartment with just enough space for a bedroom, a cupboard and a kitchen. Plenty of room for his and his shortstack hookup, especially considering her was carrying her in one arm with her fat ass nestled into his palm.

They tossed aside their bags and Rick pulled his handful of busty monkeygirl into his embrace. She gladly leaned her weight into his arm and that was all she needed to brace herself and lean hard into the kiss. Her pouty little lips fit pleasantly into the much bigger man’s as she scampered up his upper body, climbing his broad chest and coiling her tail around his midsection to ensure her balance. Rick just ran his hand up the base of her tail until he clapped a hand on her peachy behind and carried her into the bedroom.

Rick already had his hands on her round and fluffy bottom so he slid her shorts down her hips. The tightness made it take a few tugs but Peachy quickly wriggled out of them before swinging her hips back into his chest. The warm and fuzzy thighs met his flesh with a soft, wet slap, grinding on him to show she was ready to go already.

As if that weren’t enough, Peachy kicked off his chest. It was an acrobatic maneuver rather than a forceful one, but he felt the power in her stubby legs as she backflipped off him like a miniature bungee jumper. Her tail tightened around his body, suspending her as she dangled upside down and started unbuttoning his pants.

“I thought you could do that with your toes,” Rick pointed out as she departed from their messy kiss.

“Uh, yea,” the wukong said, rolling her eyes at the suggestion.

“But I wouldn’t be able to do the cool backflip with it that way.”

Rick was curious rather than complaining. In fact, her dangling while she did her undressing left her bare pussy thrust out right in his face. An especially pale underbelly pattern led to the wide circle of it around her groin, guiding the eye to her snug but parting labia. He ran his hands over her her plump, strong thighs and buried his lips and tongue into her wet sex, licking deeply between the smooth, damp flesh waiting delicately between her soft fur.

Peachy cooed and wrapped her legs around his neck before going to return the favor. She finally yanked his pants down and gave a long whistle.

“Daaaamn. Who modded that thing?” Peach pried.

She ran her hands admiringly along Rick’s hefty shaft. He didn’t just trip over the nickname of “Hammerdick.”

“Nobody,” he assured her quickly between his loving licks. Peachy wasn’t quite her namesake when it came to flavor, but she had a faint honey sweetness to her that kept him coming back for more. He ran his thick tongue through her tight slit, getting a shrill, chittering coo out of her.

“Natural.”

“Damn… I bet a few Corps would pay good money for a mold on a monster like that!”

Peachy delivered her lipservice before delivering it in other ways by cramming as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. Between her plump and smiling cheeks and wukong appetites, she fit more than he would have expected as she noisily and wetly wolfed down his cock.

Rick moaned and thrust into her face to give her all she wanted. He squeezed her tightly to take a firm lick of his own while the hanging monkeygirl’s head bobbed rapidly. She quickly started drooling from the raw and musky taste, purring until Rick could feel the resulting spit bubbles popping along his shaft.

“Don’t go gagging on it down there,” Rick groaned as he thrust in time with her slurping lips.

Peachy drew her mouth back, stroking her small but strong tongue for a wet ripple of pleasure in her wake.

“And don’t you tell me what to do,” she chimed.

She planted another firm, tingle-inducing smooch just beneath the head of his dick before she boosted herself back up by her tail to get back to his level. She whipped off her top, baring her broad and bobbing tits. She boosted herself up, catching her feet on Rick’s hips and mashing her plump and thin-furred breasts into his face. She playfully shimmied her shoulders, bobbing her melons around to motorboat him in between.

Even with her feet only reaching his abs, Rick felt a tightness clasp around his dick. It wasn’t until it started pulsating and moving like a snake that he realized she was still jerking him off with her tail.

“Oh fuck, that’s new,” Rick groaned.

“Aww, never did it monkey style? Well in for a treat tonight, stud~!” Peachy giggled.

Her lengthy appendage loosened and rubbed between Rick’s balls before looping around his leg. With a firm tug, the surprisingly strong tail pulled his leg out from under him and tipped him over backward. Peachy rode him onto the bed, pinning him down beneath her tiny but curvy body.

The wukong planted a quick kiss on his lips before she bounded backward, unspooling her tail from his shaft. She flexed it into a soft curve, balancing on it to hover just above his dick’s oozing tip. She folded her legs inward so that her toes grabbed onto either side of Rick’s infamous cock. After taking a moment to properly balance herself, she dropped her hips and skewered her plump lower half on the massive phallus.

Both of them groaned in noisy appreciation. Rick found the squat woman’s build intensely tight while still flexible enough that much like her greedy little mouth, she fit a surprising amount of his length inside her. The patch of fur surrounding her snatch made for a pleasant tickling on the way in and the tightness couldn’t be matched with anything sort of a custom-made artificial slut.

Peachy went through much of the same on the receiving end. Wukong men were packing some major heat downstairs, but the huge human dick was more than she was used to. Her belly bulged as she rode him hard and heatedly, pulling him deeper and herself lower as she instinctively craved more of the overwhelming pleasure. Her jaw dropped and her eyes rolled as her instincts took over, not that it was especially different from normal wukong behavior anyway.

Peachy’s tail bobbed, making her body rock up and down while her nimble feet jerked his base and massaged his balls. The prehensile bonuses on the wukong had her stimulating Rick’s entire lower half until his seed was bubbling out inside her. Her sweet and horny juices ran down his dick, the taste of which was still on his lips.

“Oooh~! Wowwww~!” Peachy chimed in a euphoric song of sighs and chirps.

“Best fuckin’ banana tree I ever climbed up on! Give it to me good, humie!”

In a surge of primal want and arousal, Rick sat up and thrust with all his might. The cheeky wukong’s eyes went wide and she gasped as it lifted her off the bed, her tail lashing quickly around the base of his dick for balance. His shaft was big enough to have her completely suspended in midair, all of her bodyweight pressing her pussy down on his cockhead. Her wide eyes crossed for a moment, gibbering something shrilly as her entire body locked up. Only her hips kept moving, grinding passionately over the shaft that made her soft little slim stomach bulge all the way up her light brown underbelly pattern.

“OOH! OOH! YEA! YEA!” she rambled as she could only writhe on him like a curvy onahole.

Her heated raving and seductive squirming rubbed her needy clit over Rick’s cock until he shuddered and grabbed hold of her, keeping her in just the right spot for him to finish. He smashed his cock as deep as it would go before blasting a thick load of his seed into Peachy’s pussy. She cried out in delight and lust as he flooded her insides, producing more cum than she could fit in her flexible body and spilling it down her thighs. The thick streaks of white ran down her fur as if it was built just for the purpose of remaining clean after a sloppy creampie.

The noisy wukong’s eyes rolled back in her head as she bit her pouty lower lip and shuddered. Her tiny body trembled in its own squirting orgasm, not that one could tell at a glance. There was already such a flood of jizz that her clear juices could only be felt by the deeply buried dick pulsing inside her guts as her pussy squeezed around it appreciatively.

“Oooooh baby! Fuck, that scratched that deep itch just right,” Peachy squealed.

She stretched out gleefully as she scratched her stomach, feeling the outline of Rick’s massive dick just before he started to pull out of her. In her suspended state, though, it was more about pulling the fuzzy shortstack off him and setting her on the bed beside him.

“You were quite the horny little acrobat yourself,” Rick praised as he leaned back into the bed.

The wukong scooted in closer, nuzzling her cream-covered self between his brawny arm and broad chest.

“Doesn’t get much better than this, now does it?” the chunky little monkey sighed contently.

“Yup. I mean, apart from livin’ in this glorified scrapyard of a town where the sun don’t shine under the Corp’s shadow…”

Peachy raised her eyebrows at him curiously. Rick just shook his head and laughed.

“Don’t mind me. The wannabe anarchists can get pretty poetic at the club.”

“Well…”

Peachy ran a finger over his chest in an idle little pattern.

“Would you wanna change that?”

“Change what?”

“How ya live. Where ya go. How much ya can change the world…?”

Rick blinked blankly at the ceiling.

“This is… not the pillow talk I was expecting. But I’m listening.”

“I’m just sayin’, I know a gal. She’s been lookin’ to put together a little squad to do some dirty work. Like the high-end fancy kind of dirty work.”

Rick raised an eyebrow. He knew a few of the sorts she was talking about, if this was going where he expected.

“You’re talking about becoming adventurers?”

“That’s the ticket,” Peachy nodded.

“The way the Corps work, you can go and do anything with the right creds and reputation. Fuck, sometimes they’ll pay you for it if you go the right direction and aim at the right guy. Sounds like a sweet gig to me.”

Rick considered what he had in his life. The club, the apartment with a few days of food… and that was most of it. Plus he could take a few guys at once, whether it was fucking or fighting. He just hadn’t considered himself the adventuring type until now. Traveling the New World, seducing and slugging it out with the rich and powerful, smuggling and banging anything you could for a buck.

“So you fuck everyone you ask to be a part of your crew?” Ricky asked.

“My commune had a saying; ‘You fuck where you plant your nanners.”

“I’m not sure that translates perfectly,” Rick grunted as he sat up in bed.

“But this doesn’t strike me as a conversation to have sober. How about a few more shots and orgasms before I consider calling my boss and telling them to shove it?”

Peachy beamed wide enough to make her bright little eyes curl.

“Knew I liked you for a reason,” she giggled. “Then we toast! To fuckin’ and fortune!”