Carbon Pink: The Honeypot (Patreon)

Also one of the first things that grabbed me while reading over the setting was the idea of Carbon Pink’s “warlocks” being streamers, with a monitoring sponsor providing them with resources, mods and firearms to do rad shit on stream instead of an empowering demon. Making a goblin one felt natural, and the femboy element came last. The nickname “Tex” was pretty early into it though, despite I don’t think anyone knows what Texas is in the setting…

One of the tougher stories to do for Carbon Pink since I started. Which might have just been the excitement of starting on the series but was probably more that I had more factors involved. The layered plan, the new character, and writing a male-on-male centric story. I had planned on something like it really early on in the design of the party; femboys being plowed is just part of https://twitter.com/Rapscallion_Art‘s thing and in the cyberpunk future where everyone’s horny, I felt like it was only fair that everyone’s down to fuck everyone. People get into wild, out of body stuff in the setting pretty regularly so I’ll likely mess with that.

I’m not as used to writing gay stuff, but I think I kept enough of my usual shortstack in there that it flowed pretty well. Throwing in the element of it being orchestrated by Big Mooma was a fun third wheel element to throw at them too. Mooma was originally written to be a snake-hybrid splicer, and I wanted to shy away from the cowgirl idea just because I use them very often. Then I thought up the name and I had to make her part of the setting.

I might follow this one up with Caramel and Peachy’s side of the mission. Also might make Mooma a recurring character operating in the background. I might do a lot of shit, okay?! There’s a LOT to work with in this setting.

It wasn’t half a day before Rick was back to full capacity. He had a few burns and cuts from his initiation with his new crew, but he knew enough about patching himself up after a scrap. There were plenty of small shops that knew what people needed to get through a day in the lower levels of the Megacities. A quick injection of caf for energy, a nanopotion to make his natural healing go into overdrive, and a quick nap got his body back in shape. The potions were the cheap kind that accelerated his actual anatomy rather than patch up his wounds for him, so that was quickly followed by going to the nearest pub to refuel on a big meal of ultraprocessed carbs that it had used up for fuel.

Just like that, his body had gone through what would have taken weeks. One of the benefits of living in a hi-tech society that demanded convenient comforts and pleasure. They wanted to feel good and feel good fast, and there was always someone happy to sell it to them.

His new boss had given him a portable comm device. Just like the one that Peachy had used during his orgy to let him know he was being welcomed to the crew. He had promised Rendale to come back in twelve hours for work, so he went back to the gutted sheriff’s office/cafe/headquarters early. He warmed up a bit on the shooting range and heavy bag before the ELF came back out of her office.

“Nice and early. Perfect,” the classy brunette praised with a curt nod.

She held up luring hand.

“I tracked down a wanted man’s transmission. A drug smuggler that’s been crossing the wrong crime families. It’s a small start, but we could use some lowkey work while I negotiate with a few higher up contacts.”

“Great,” the bouncer grinned.

The stocky human with his sheared short, purple hair looked up from his thick fists wrapped in the kinetically enhanced force knucklers (or just “kinucklers” on the streets). He had dressed in some heavy seats, boots and a muscle shirt in preparation for the inevitable action.

“After a fight like you gave me yesterday, I’ve been waiting for another.”

Ren raised a curious eyebrow.

“You’ll have to keep waiting a bit longer. You’re not going after the target.”

“What?! You called me here to say I won’t be working?” Rick asked, starting to frown.

“Oh, you’ll be working. But I’m sending Peaches and Caramel after him.”

“So you’re sending your tastiest-sounding troops after this guy?”  Rick teased.

“He’s made a break for the wasteland beyond the megacity. We caught a message that he was heading for the Anchill hot spring. I sent our operatives who can work quickly and at a distance to catch him before he arrives. But I still have work for you to do in town.”

Rendale Fyx gestured and a holoscreen appeared nearby. It showed a scowling woman with a dramatic scar coming down near her eye. Clearly left there on purpose, if not consciously implanted there by a surgeon.

She had long and dark red hair with broad shoulders, tan skin and sleek feminine curves under an exposing bikini top and jean shorts. The skimpy garments had the markings Rick recognized as being the expensive kind with nearly invisible forcefields implanted in the fabric to work as lightweight and sexy armor. Her lean and sexy figure supported two outlandishly huge tits the size of beach balls and stretching her top to the limit. Two thick horns curled upward from beneath her hair. Thin lines like the linked parts of a machine traced along her cheeks and upper arms. All signs of a splicer; the people who had decided that being human wasn’t much to be proud of anymore and had gone overboard on modifying themselves with animal DNA.

“This is Big Mooma. She’s an expert bounty hunter and head of the Skirt Chasers team of mercenaries. While we were intercepting the message, we managed to identify that she was doing the exact same thing at the same time. She’s better staffed and more mobile than we are right now, so she’s much more likely to catch the target before we do. Unless we get exceedingly lucky, that is.”

She turned and pointed at Rick.

“Which is where you come in, Hammerdick. YOU are about to get lucky for us. Given Marissa’s famous taste in mansluts, you and Tex will be posing as two gifts being sent for her reliable business at Lady Lei’s Love Rental. You two should fit the bill close enough that she won’t help but be distracted. You’ll get a cut of the bounty the same as the girls doing the dirty work.”

Rick frowned, even as he saw the logic. He remembered seeing Tex’s picture before when Fyx broke down the crew for him. He was a gobbo and a hacker, by what she’d said. Short, squat and almost neon green with a curvy set of hips on him that made for a femboy figure that was so popular these days.

“Alright, I guess. So where do I find him?”

---

“What up, my sexy stalkers? It’s your little bro Tex back with your mornin’ wood. Nothin’ like bustin’ a nut out in broad daylight!”

A microcam no bigger than a radfly flew around Tex’s head and shoulders, getting a good overhead shot as he sat on the roof of Baxter’s ‘Bate Shop. It was a favorite perch of his, located a stone’s throw from the ports and landing pads that were plagued by gobbos just after dawn. It gave him a terrific view of the naked gobbo guys and gals splayed out, half or fully naked as they drank the sun through their skin. Tex’s camera swept over the view briefly before focusing back on him, his chubby thighs spread and jerking off his hard green dick for the camera.

Gobbos were one of many desperate moves pulled by a doomed humanity, and it wasn’t hard to argue that they were among the most successful ones. The 3 or 4 foot tall shortstacks were a bright and healthy green thanks to an overabundance of chlorophyll in their skin. They could survive on little more than water and sunlight (not that it kept them from binging otherwise), and their breathing carbon dioxide helped salvage what was left of the atmosphere and air quality. It had the side effect of producing a bunch of bored, lazy, hedonistic creatures running around, doing as they pleased and taking up any sunny spot they could for their daily sun baths, but it came down to a call of either less foot traffic or less oxygen.

Bink “Tex” Orson was a fairly standard gobbo. The bottom-heavy body had a soft and slightly chubby chest and pouty lips that left something for . He was nude like most of his kind at this time of day, feeling empowered by his dose of sunlight through his hairless skin. Given how low in the megacities gobbos tended to end up, there were only so many spots that the sun still reached. He had one side of his pink hair shaved while the other was grown out long, hanging his bangs over one of his tree bark colored eyes.

Tex was fairly famous, but not so much as an adventurer. He was a streamer, putting himself on the net at every opportunity. The sassy, mouthy, charming little guy had a small merch store by now, but most of his income came from sponsored videos. The Corps wanted advertisements everywhere, and they weren’t about to let individualism and privacy get in the way of that. Tex was quite happy to sell out if it meant he got to keep doing whatever he wanted and somehow make a living off it.

Which in this case, involved semi-public masturbation. He spent some time milking his cock for the camera, squirming and moaning as he humped his hand. He gave a few soft, girlish gasps like he knew the fans of his femboy and toughguy sub side were into before he shot his lime-juice colored seed into his hand. He moaned and licked his fingers clean, letting his short and thick tongue run between his fingers to let everyone viewing see. His heads-up-display flashed all sorts of hearts as he live-edited the feed and gave a half-lidded stare at the cam, curling his tongue like he was inviting anyone to mount and fuck his face.

“Now that hid the spot. I’ll catch you later, babes. And as always, this vid’s brought to ya by Angel Kiss, my favorite health potion brought to you by my buds from Angel Lick Biotech. Whether you’re a gob or not, nothin’ picks you up like puttin’ an Angel Kiss to your lips!”

He blew his cam a kiss and started yanking his swim trunks, sandals, and a snug purple bellyshirt with a gaping, drooling feminine mouth logo on the chest. Anything that kept enough skin exposed for a light snack (so to speak) to trickle into his skin.

“Hey,” a low voice grunted.

Tex tensed up and readied to run from any number of security officers when Rick dragged himself the rest of the way up the ladder. Tex sighed and relaxed into his usual casual slouch.

“Oh. Wattup, man? You’re from Fyx, right?”

“Yea. Then I guess you’re Tex. Weird name, isn’t it?”

Tex laughed as he folded his arms behind his head.

“Not really! I used to have a streaming deal with a condom company, back when those were trending in the fetish community. It was short for ‘Latex.”

Rick just nodded. One of the first things mods had looked into was at-will birth control and eliminating all STDs. If someone was using condoms in this day and age, it was for the kink or the feel of it.

“But I work with Angel Lick now. The name just kinda stuck for brand recognition.”

That made Rick hesitate. “So you’re still with a corp? Doesn’t that conflict with a lot of what we’re doing?”

Tex didn’t even flinch at the thought.

“Hell no. Who do you think is rich enough to get us to go after corps in the first place? Only thing the suits like more than taking our credits is making sure their opposing companies lose theirs.”

A rainbow-colored bubble appeared above his shoulder before it popped. A 4-inch tall blonde angel with cartoonishly massive tits, big pouty lips, and a set of feather wings appeared just above Tex’s arm, skimming over a scroll in her hands. A white glow surrounded her, which served to blur the edges of her holographic projection. Rick had seen some popular streamers at the bar he used to work at, and he knew they had sponsors that would pop in now and then. Rudimentary AIs or just messenger employees using their company’s mascot as an avatar.

“Morning, my sexy Texy,” the angel cooed.

“Oh hey, Sera. Rick, this’ my spokesmascot Sera Fine. Sera, Rick.”

“I remember,” Rick said with a dismissing nod.

Angel Lick put out all kinds of biotech. He had passed by vending machines that had holographic projectors that produced life-sized replicas of their busty mascot to flirt with and tempt customers to have a taste of her product. It sold itself as a healing potion, but it wasn’t much more than an energy drink when you got down to it.

“Tex, sweetie? We overheard you talking about some conflict of interest,” the angel purred.

She turned around and laid down with her hands on her chin. She had a single long sash on, and it constantly shifted to cover up her nipples and pussy, but was always a little behind to keep them peeking out. Advertisers in this day and age were anything but subtle, but there was an art to making things sexy but not boring with its levels of filth.

“Oh yea. We were going to go claim a bounty on a smuggler and probably kill another corp’s exec if we found the time,” Tex explained casually.

Sera smiled widely.

“Oh! Sounds lovely! Let me know if you need us to hook you up with anything.”

The projected angel leaned in and kissed his cheek before vanishing in a burst of glitter.

“See? We’re clear. So you ready to fuck some mercenary queen?” Tex offered.

“Well, I’m ready to give it my best shot at manwhorin’. Can’t say I’m dressed for the occasion, but I’ve got the equipment for the job.”

The gobbo gave him a surprised look.

“Oh shit, really? You’re sayin’ you DON’T have a stash of sluttin’ clothes always handy?”

“I think we are in very different businesses, tiny,” Rick answered grimly.

“No prob. I got ya covered. We can swing by one of my stashes on the way over and get you lookin’ the part.”

---

The good news was that Tex had the clothes for the job. Just as Rick suspected, they were unfortunately still in gobbo sizes. That left him in what boiled down to a croptop and a pair of leopard print speedos whose stripes made a QR code on the crotch. It seemed appropriate combined with the fact that his dick was bulging out of the sides just to fit in them. Passerby gave him intrigued glances as he kept trying to adjust them.

“This is not exactly what I thought Fyx meant when she offered me ‘mercenary work.’ How the hell do you even wear these things?”

“Look, sometimes you gotta bust some balls in this biz. And sometimes the balls are yours. I just didn’t expect you to have the jumbo mods down there.”

“It’s not a mod. It’s natural,” Rick insisted with another grunt.

“Really? Damn, bro. Brag much?” Tex beamed impishly and nodded ahead of them.

“Just suck it up, muscles. We’re almost there. You just gotta look good for the vids sometimes, and half the time, comfort and style go in opposite directions. Unless you’re like me and LIKE havin’ your junk hangin’ halfway out all the time.”

Tex adjusted his shorts to make sure they left out the edges of his thighs and the earliest lines of his cock.

“Maybe I would too if I breathed through my skin,” Rick sighed.

He stretched out the briefs as best he could before letting them go. He did his best to focus past it and act like he enjoyed it as they walked into Reach’s Rest, a lower-mid level motel for those who wanted comfort while still able to move out on a street level quickly enough. Tex had made a few quick hacks into some accounts between Lady Lei’s and Mooma, enough that they could get past the minimal security and into the bounty hunter’s room.

The room was full of cushy furniture (mainly one particularly large bed) and some mounted holoscreen projectors. Lounging back in one of the comfortable chairs was the woman from Fyx’s picture; a slim, scarred, horned, and tan woman with massive tits that looked like they made up half her bodyweight.

“So you’re some of Lei’s boys?’ she asked in a low and smokey voice.  “I don’t remember seeing you in her lineup.”

“A sharp shopper, I see!” Tex chirped happily.

“Well Lei contacted us as freelancers, knowing you’d gone through her entire lineup. Just as a couple of well-endowed thank you letters for all your steady service to her establishment. Of the cute and small variety and one of the big brutish types for good measure.”

Rick gave the gobbo a brief but sour look. He felt like he was pretty handsome beyond just the muscle.

“Think of us like mercenaries in that sense,” Rick offered.

Big Mooma’s eyes narrowed at that. Rick flinched as he felt a sharp sting in his ass cheek and he looked back to see Sera right behind his broad body. The tiny holo-angel scowled up at him and gave his other cheek a sharp little kick before she blinked out of sight.

“You boys packing?” Mooma asked grimly.

“You know it!” Tex piped up, patting his bigger companion’s half-exposed bulge.

“Not what I meant,” the mercenary queen corrected.

Rick gave a tug at his waistband.

“Where exactly would I hide it?” he asked grimly.

“You’d be surprised. But your scans all check out, and I’ve been dying for some rented dick.”

The cowgirl touched something on her bovine ear.

“Team, put off the raid until 2100. We know where that little cuck’s going and I’m going to be busy.”

Tex gave Rick a tiny nod, indicating their mission was accomplished. Mooma leaned back in her seat and gestured towards the men.

“Alright then. Strip each other and start sucking.”

“Scuse me?” Tex squeaked.

“Get each other naked. Then big guy sucks off the little guy.”

Mooma leaned back in her seat, watching them with a regal air of confidence and interest. Rick’s fought back the urge to glare as he looked down at the gobbo next to him.

“Oh, sorry! Lei didn’t fill us in on your particular interests! Guess she likes to watch,” Tex brushed off cheerily.

“So thank you for filling us in! Let’s hop to it, jumbo!”

Tex grabbed and yanked down Rick’s borrowed speedos, exposing his lengthy dick to their temporary mistress. Rick bit his lip to fight back the urge to punt the bratty little streamer and instead just stepped out of his bottoms.

“Let me help ya out with that,” Rick offered with a growling undertone.

He stooped down and clapped a hand against Tex’s ass. The soft femboy booty molded easily in his hand as Rick lifted him up in his arms, tearing down his shorts with every bit as much recklessness as Tex had done with his. He thought the little green teapot was hot enough to fuck, but his sassy teasing ever since they’d met had him eager to get a little rough with him and put Tex in his place.

Rick had little trouble holding the short green streamer by his ass palmed in one hand. His short and smooth green dick was already stiff from the groping and spanking, and a bit of blush crossed Tex’s cheeks.

“At least it’s nowhere as big as your mouth,” Rick chuckled as he ran a thick thumb over the gobbo’s erection, showing that the two digits were about as big as each other.

“Play nice, boys,” Big Mooma warned in the way only a maternal merc could.

Rick sighed and lifted Tex up higher, steadying his hips with both hands and popping his cock into his mouth. Just about everyone had slept with a gobbo at some point, just to try it out, and Rick was no exception. He recognized the organic sweetness of the metahuman’s flesh; one that made his tongue reach out and slurp hungrily along his shaft. Tex gave a soft gasp as he tensed up, gripping Rick by the hair.

“Ho shit, dude. Who’s the one with the big mouth now?” he groaned as he started humping his face.

Rick groaned, but that just tensed and vibrated his mouth to excite the gobbo more. Tex’s cock didn’t go deep, but he was a vigorous lover. What he lacked in size he made up for with his juicy butt bouncing as he thrust like a rabbit-splicer in heat. Rick only has to squeeze around his stubby green dicklet now and then because Tex was clearly enjoying it more than the mission demanded.

Tex gave a firm tug down on Rick’s hair, urging him downward.

“Down, boy. Lemme get my feet on the ground,” he purred in the midst of his arousal.

Rick noted that didn’t keep him from bossing him around as he knelt down and set Tex back on his feet. The hacker gave him an expecting look and Rick rolled his eyes before going to all fours. He had to stoop as low as he could go to get the gobbo cock back in his mouth, sucking slowly as if he relished the work he had to put in to get to it. Even as saccharine sweet as it was.

“Yeaaa, that’s the stuff. Atta boy,” Tex moaned.

He broke back into his rapid humping, jabbing at Rick’s tongue and tonsils with the tip of his leaking dick. Rick grunted and struggled to contain his drool as Tex’s smooth sack slapped rapidly against his chin and his bobbing hips clapped his ass cheeks behind him. The scrawny gobbo’s figure meant Rick could even see the bouncing buns in motion even from in front of him.

“Oh yea. Oooooh yea. Suck that sugarcane, ya humie slut! Drink it up like a hummingbird, you big dumb bull~!”

Tex seemed to be enjoying himself more than Rick would have liked as he pulled on his hair, mashing his face right into his crotch. His syrupy precum leaked out over his tongue and mouth when Big Mooma snapped her fingers for their attention. Her other hand was already down her shorts, fingering herself slowly at the sight.

“That’s enough of that. Big one, fuck the bratty one’s brains out. Don’t be afraid to get rough with him either. Whatever doesn’t breach your madam’s contract.”

Tex froze up while Rick smirked around his mouthful of dick. He straighted his head up and spat the light green goo from his mouth.

“With pleasure, Miss Mooma,” the big bouncer mused, leering down at the sweating Tex.

“Yea, y’know… just doin’ our jobs, right?” the short naked gobbo laughed awkwardly.

Rick palmed the back of his head and shoved his battering ram of a cock into Tex’s face. It was immensely satisfying; he was happy to shut up the backpedaling runt, but he really did have a mouth as sweet as his dick tasted.

Rick grabbed a handful of Tex’s pink hair and one of his bat-like ears, pushing and pulling them rapidly to fuck his face. The huge slab of meat stretched out his cheeks with how tightly packed it was in there, getting a satisfying glucking sound as it rammed down his throat. Rick’s grip on his head was all that kept him steady from the deep pounding he gave his mouth, the strength in the vengeful bouncer’s hips more than the femmy little hacker’s entire body.

Tex finally got in a deep, gagging breath as Rick pulled back out. His thick saliva coated Hammerdick’s namesake as Mooma watched intently. Her eyes had gone half closed while still focusing intently on the scene in front of her. Her full lips panted softly, emitting soft moos under her breath. She had dropped her shorts completely, openly fingering herself as her pussy and both nipples leaked with arousal.

Taking it as a good sign concerning his performance, Rick palmed Tex’s head and pressed him face-down over the unoccupied bed. His fat green cheeks arched up as his thick dick rubbed against it.

Rick was about to ram him full when there was a little twinkling noise on his shoulder. An eye darted over quickly to spot Sera, Tex’s sponsor/mascot/manager thing glowing beside his head.

“Don’t say anything,” the angel on his shoulder advised quietly.

“I’ve provided you temporary access so only you and Tex can hear me. Cow lady shouldn’t hear a thing. Now… viewer feedback’s been saying they want more of Tex being spanked. Playing up ‘Ooh, I’m a bad boy, but the kind of bad you can punish and fuck’ angle a little more. We’d appreciate it if you could pull that off for us and slide a little extra Tex’s way.”

The pinned gobbo groaned as Rick’s warm and wet rock rubbed between his plump cheeks, hotdogging him to stall a bit longer.

“Also, pro advice: tilt another 20 degrees or so to the right. It’ll give your hostess a better view of the action,” the sponsoring angel went on.

“Appreciate it,” Rick muttered as he clapped a hand on Tex’s ass.

The femmy goblin whined loudly, arching his back and bobbing his ass against Rick’s dick. Rick dug his fingers into the meaty cheeks and, after adjusting him a few degrees and getting a little thumbs up confirmation from Sera, he pounded him deep in the ass.

Tex let out a quivering cry as Rick plowed his hole, sounding just as girly as his pink hair rocked with the rest of his tiny body. As small and short as he was, his curvy figure still ahd enough room to fit his full shaft inside his tight insides. It left Tex’s belly bulging from the deep probing of his bowels, and his chubby butt made for sweet padding. The gobbo variously grunted and moaned with every ram of the gut-filling cock. His twitching kept his ass clenching around him, its already tight flesh practically jerking him off. Even Tex’s plump little nuts were a soft cushion for Rick’s balls to pound up against. He was glad to take the offer to spank the jiggly green butt with all his might, making it clench and wobble around his erection.

By now, Rick was very familiar with the pulse of adrenaline. His combination lust and battle lust coursed through him as he pulled up on Tex’s hair roughly. The gobbo gave a girlish whine as the hair pulling and the strength of his thick human cock lifted him off the bed, leaving him suspended and skewered on his dick. Tex’s eyes rolled and his tongue lolled out as his entire bodyweight was left balancing on Rick’s monster cock.

The bigger man pumped him while holding him around the waist, using him like an onahole. Tex squeaked like the toy he was being treated as, hanging limp while clutching him with his asshole. The short metahuman finally let out a long squeal, doubling over as best he could and thrusting back with his ass. His pounded prostate gave in as he shot his faintly green cum in a long, thick streak across the bed. Some splashed over his smooth chest, but his vibrating and groaning orgasm milked out the last of Rick’s seed as well. The pulpy human cum coursed up his ass as his undersized body clung to it tightly, feeling every pulse of the veiny manmeat until its milk was leaking out between his cheeks.

“Mmmmmoo~! My my my, I love how you studs play together,” Big Mooma interrupted.

Rick slumped forward, leaving the overstuffed teapot still stuck on his dick as his drooling face buried into the bed. The human looked back at the stacked splicer, who was breathing heavily herself. She had produced a vibrator the size of an assault rifle and with about as many attachments, baubles and unclear additions to it. Now that Rick’s blinding rage was gone and Tex had quieted down to a recovering panting, he could hear the thing buzzing rhythmically like an overpowered massage chair. A puddle several feet across was pooled up at the splicer’s hooves.

“But mama Mooma needs her rest. You boys did wonderfully. Send Lei my regards.”

Big Mooma’s legs remained splayed out as she gave a long and content sigh.

“Now since my legs appear to be numb for the next few hours, would you boys care for a drink before you go?”

“Couple hours, huh?” Rick grunted, prodding Tex in the ribs.

“Sounds like a job well done to me. And I could go for something to get my fluids back in me.”

“Speak for yourself,” Tex groaned.

Rick finally unsheathed himself from Tex’s ass. The gobbo shuddered violently, spurting another quick and messy orgasm onto the bed as even more cum spilled out of his asshole. Big Mooma smiled as the previously cold assassin warmed up.

“Well help yourselves. Grab whichever titty you like and drink your fill, because I’m stuck in here for a while.”

---

Rick and Tex lurched back out of the motel a short while later. The gobbo wiped his milk mustache away and shook his head.

“Phew! Didn’t know they made tits with liquor in ‘em these days,” he sighed.

“I’m just glad I can put pants back on,” Rick admitted as he finished tying off the sweatpants he’d gotten at the hallway’s vending machine. It looked like replacing clothes destroyed in the throes of passion was a lucrative enough business for the motel to have such a handy device installed.

Tex reached out in front of him, summoning another hot pink screen and typing in a quick code.

“Yessss,” he hissed triumphantly.

“What? Did we get the guy?” Rick asked.

“Huh? Oh, yea. Cara and Peachy caught him a while ago. Mission accomplished. Probably while you and me were celebrating at the nipple party. But MAN! That holo I just caught of you jizz-bombing up my butthole already for a thousand views.”

“So you WERE recording that. How long until that bites us in the ass?” Rick asked sternly.

“Please don’t talk about doing stuff to my ass for a little while,” Tex winced.

“But don’t worry. I’m recording all the time with the microcams and projectors built into me. Sera’s good at knowing what’s top secret and what’s fanservice, though. You’re behind so many filters people won’t be able to tell your face from a winking sunbear emjoi.”

“Well it wasn’t the kind of work I was expecting,” Rick admitted, sighing as he finally let his muscled relax.

“But you’re a tight little cum dumpster, so guess I can’t complain that much. I can see why you’ve got that many fans.”

“Well if you ever wanna collab, I can probably find some credits to slide your way,” Tex offered with a wink.

“I’ll think on it, plant protein. But for now, I’ll stick with busting heads more than busting nuts.”

“If you say so. I’ma hit up a wash pod and do a little gamin’. So I’ll see you around, big boi.”

He threw up a peace sign and winked at Rick. “Don’t forget to drink your Angel Kiss, y’all.”

Rick shook his head with a bemused grin.

“That stuff barely works and tastes like someone pissed in champagne. How do you drink that?”

Tex’s eyes widened and he shook his head much quicker.

“Ohhh fuck that. I don’t drink that bullshit. I just sell it.”