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This was one I really wanted to work on, but kept needing to find the right pace and tone for it. I've dabbled in the furries and humans co-exist setting here and there, playing with them as coexisting but rarely bothering to really make contact with each other despite living just outside of town. I found some art of a monkeygirl shortstack stripper that felt too good to ignore. 

There was a lot to keep in mind while working out Sunni. Lots of elements to tie together, which I mostly tapped into writing the Wukongs in my old Carbon Pink fanfics. I messed around with using every element I could of her, teasing the uncanny valley of her basically being a fuzzy shortstack human or a fluffy goblin while employing the weirdness of her having opposable toes and a big ol' tail to use. I also figured more city-friendly animals like pets would live in full modern society better than country or exotic animals, but with how similar monkeys are to humans, they can live very comfortably in modern society.

A few little highlights I came across while writing this: using the term "walking hands" from when I got asked to read over somebody's foot-fetish story. It seemed to fit a monkeygirl too well... I made myself laugh early on by the narrator getting curious about his local anthros and going "did you know some people are attracted to furries?" And of course, writing dumb monkey puns. I had the sort of unspoken, unrealized idea the whole time that monkey anthros would LOVE doing dumb jokes to a point where it's ingrained into their language and you're the weird one for not laughing. It's half the reason I started this story at all because I realized I could use the joke of calling a primate strip club "The Monkey Bar."




Like most humans in my generation, I had a strange relationship with anthros. There was a real gap between our two civilizations for living in such close proximity to each other. Humans liked their modern conveniences and the furries liked their extra space. People started crossing those unspoken borders more and more often, and now it wasn’t uncommon to see an animal-person of some sort on my way to work.

What finally got my attention was The Monkey Bars. I heard some coworkers talk about a strip club that had opened in the raunchier parts of the city that was staffed by primate anthros. I had trouble picturing it for a while, which made it stick in my head even longer. Sure, some of the random furs on the street looked cute, but I hadn’t considered them as sexual before. With all the fur or scales or whatever, I didn’t think much would show through.

That got me down a teal rabbit hole online. Did you know some people were attracted to furries? News to me…

In the end, I was too curious to resist. One weekend, I got some cash together and went down to the club. Bassy, poppy music played inside the windowless building. Some anthros had trouble living in the city if they were especially small or large breeds, but a lot of them fell into human enough to function just fine.

A literal gorilla of a man in a cheap suit stood in front of the door. It got me to snicker while I was out of earshot, helping me to relax about the situation.

“Can I see some ID?” the gorilla’s gutturally deep voice asked.

He picked up my license between two big fingers and studied it close to his face. He occasionally darted his eyes towards me like he was deciding if I was trouble. Considering he looked like he could throw me over the roof if I started anything, we both agreed I was harmless.

“It’s twenty at the door. Drinks are complimentary. You only touch the talent if they ask, or else I’m gonna end up touchin’ you.”

The great ape furrowed his brow.

“Like in the face. Really hard.”

“I got it the first time,” I assured him as politely as I could.

I paid him and went inside to what was honestly little more than an ordinary strip club. It had dimmed lights besides the flashing ones over the nimbly dancing anthros on the various stages. It was mostly women performing with the occasional man, and a mix of humans and various furry species made up the audience. The strippers were all monkeygirls, dangling and jiggling off their assorted poles. Between dexterous toes and prehensile tails, they could pull some impressive sexualized gymnastics. I was honestly surprised by how human the finer points of their anatomy were.

Digital little tags at the base of their stages displayed their name and particular species in a way that made it feel like an overly evolved zoo. I scanned the place for a spot to settle into first. I was thinking between a puffy, curvy macaque girl and a capuchin in tiny jean shorts before I spotted the cutest one there, right as Brass Monkey from the Beastie Boys started playing.

She was a squat, stacked four foot tall monkeygirl built like a fuzzy  fertility goddess. She wore a tiny pink thong and a string bikini top with some dangling tassels twirling around the end of her nipples. She has thick, silky hair (along with thick everything else about her) that trailed along after her as she twirled around the pole, settling on just above her shoulders in a short mass of curls. Fluffy, orange-brown fur covered her body with pale, tan colored patterns down her middle with a more golden blonde shade to her head hair. Bouncy, basketball-sized breasts bobbed around like water balloons as she went into an acrobatic spin that ended with her hanging upside down. Bare, opposable toes wrapped around the pole to steady herself. Her tits bounced to a stop beneath her chin as she twirled smoothly down the pole, looping a two-foot long fluffy tail around it along the way. It grew out just above a plump ass twice the size of my head that shook around with every move and step.

I had wandered over during her show. Her stage’s tag read “Sunni Tropicania; golden lion tamarin.”

I looked up from my reading to find her hanging upside down by her feet alone. It left Sunni’s face dangling right in front of mine, which left her tits bobbing right above them. I jolted back in surprise, feeling a blush break across my cheeks. The stripper giggled at my jumpy reaction, flashing me a wink and a wide smile with sharp canines at its edges. She curled herself back up, effectively walking up the pole with her powerful toes alone. She wiggled her tail around in long, slithery gestures that kept my already fixated gaze on her ass. The thong covered up next to nothing, swallowed up by her big, fuzzy ass cheeks. It basically may have not even existed when viewing her from behind. Or below, in this case. Gravity was Tropicania’s plaything so long as she had a limb or tail attached to something.

She did a few more flashy poses, smiling all the while as she clearly had fun entering a suspended split. She curled her tail up between her legs, rubbing its fluffy tip around her crotch suggestively as the thong rode up her mound. She shifted naturally forward to bend over, wrapping her legs around the pole and jiggling her bouncy rack around in her revealing top until a bear man sitting near me stuck a bill into her top. She beamed at him and gripped the pole, pulling her feet off the ground as she spread her chubby thighs. She giggled again and turned, tugging on my shirt and drawing me in. She nuzzled her nose on mine before twirling around on the pole to face me again. She batted her big blue eyes at me that matched her streak of dyed hair and I felt like I got what she was asking for.

I took out what felt like a decently generous bill and popped it into her cleavage. I immediately got a tingle from my fingers brushing against her fur, feeling the fluffy warmth between her tits. Her eyes remained locked on me, lighting up with delight at her continued interest in me.

Sunni leaned closer towards me, her strong toes wrapping around the pole to hold herself at my height in an impressive show of stripperific gymnastics. She used her free hands to cup her tits up like a set of fuzzy pillows up to my face. She cupped the back of my head and pulled my face between them with a chittering little giggle. I could feel her buoyant boobs bounce around my face, rubbing her fluffballs around my cheeks. There were some shouts and hoots at the sexy display while I was left speechless and a little deafened from all the fat monkey tits around my head. I just blushed while the motorboating monkey teased me into a raging boner, just to feel her plant a smooch on top of my head.

“Relax, pinky,” she said gently, subtly fixing his collar.

Sunni’s voice was high and sweet, but with a slight and surprising Brooklyn accent to it. She spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music. She slid back slowly, an arm going over chest coyly as her other hand went out to dangle her bikini from her fingertips. She dropped nimbly to the floor while releasing her top, throwing up her arms to shake her wobbling jugs around. Hard pink nipples peeked out from her thin layer of fluff, puffing up further as she hugged her arms beneath them to boost them up even more.

The monkeygirl went into a handstand on the edge of the stage, breaking into an upside down split. Her thong rode deep into her crotch and ass as her plump thighs spread out, her tail flourishing above her buns until the customers were tossing and stuffing cash on the stage. As one of the ones closest to her, I took out another bill and tucked it in between the thinly stretched fabric and her soft skin. Sunni gracefully tumbled forward, following me as I sat back down and plopping her round booty right into my lap. She beamed over her shoulder at me as she bounced her butt in place, rhythmically bumping her cheeks against my hardon right through my jeans. She wiggled playfully against it, clearly showing off for me and her fans before I saw her tail shoot straight upward like she was shocked by something. She gave me an even more interested glance before she cracked a sharp-toothed grin and braced her hands on my knees.

Sunni propped herself up in another casual handstand, this time spreading her legs to grip my shoulders with her powerful toes. She raised her tail as if offering up her ass and crotch to me so blatantly that the thong rode up between her pussy lips. She shook her jiggly ass around invitingly, even patting her crotch with her fingertips as the crowd went nuts. I was lost as to what else to do, so I started to reach for my wallet again. I didn’t have the time to reach it before she wrapped her tail around my neck and pulled firmly like it was a leash. It dragged my face right into her ass as she twerked it all over me, blinding me with her huge fluffy ass.

The song ended somewhere in all that, but it was the last thing on my mind. I only noticed when Sunni slid back off of me and flipped back to the floor. She smiled from ear to ear, flashing some of her canines in what looked plenty friendly as she nodded in another direction.

“Wanna have a private show, pinky?” she offered.

I had no idea what that entailed but I had to nod yes. Sunni smiled even brighter as she took my hand in her strong little one and led me off to some side room. The topless monkey waved playfully to one of the nearby mandrill bouncers before we went inside and shut the door behind us.

Inside was more or less what I expected from a strip club. A corner couch with a small table and some chairs were littered around to use as they pleased, and a few vine-like ropes dangled from the ceiling for whatever exotic use they were for. Sunni went skipping ahead, bouncing her fluffy round booty at me before patting on the couch.

“C’mon. We can get up to whatever we want over here,” she offered coyly.

I sat down like she suggested, and I had barely felt the couch beneath me when she pounced on me. She latched on with all four of her limbs wherever they could reach and started crawling all over me, sniffing rapidly. She gave little exhales of sighs or coos whenever I smelled especially interesting. I didn’t move between fearing I’d tip her off and the fact that this made her boobs rub and grind all over me in the process.

Sunni searched me over from my head to my knees, lingering around my neck and head to plant some sweet little kisses before she reached my crotch again. She sniffed around curiously as she buried her face into my erection right through my pants, hanging upside down from my torso. The positioning aimed her big ass up at me as her tail wriggled around in excitement. Her tiny thong barely covered any of her offered up ass and pussy. I could smell the strong scent coming off of her; a very organic but not unpleasant smell of sweaty fur and intense arousal.

Deciding that I was free to take some initiative, I grabbed her monkey buns and squeezed. Sunni gave a trilling coo of delight at my returned affection. Her small but strong hands worked at my fly, hurrying to get my throbbing erection out. With a soft but hungry grunt, the short stripper couldn’t get her lips around it fast enough. Her ass bounced in my face, carelessly bumping against me while her head bobbed like crazy. Sunni sucked obsessively as her thick tongue rubbed all around my erection. She moaned like I was somehow the greatest thing she had ever tasted and wanted to savor it for days, but finally slurped noisily as she withdrew herself.

She wrapped her hand around it, giving my spit-soaked cock a few strokes. I moaned and ran my hands up her hips and back, circling around a thigh and rubbing at her pussy. Her wildly lusty behavior just kept awaking urges in me, like whatever got her so horny about me was contagious.

“MMMM~! I knew it. Everyone says that humans always got the biggest things around here,” the shortstack monkey groaned.

“I didn’t know,” I panted.

My brain was fried by the smell of her horny musk and enticing striptease, and I think it was just trying to make conversation.

Sunni puckered her painted lips and planted a few glossy kisses around my erection, bobbing it gently back and forth. She bit her lip with one of her fangs with horny excitement.

“Uh huh! If you want primate peen, nobody's got the girth like you guys. And you don’t get between a monkeygirl and her big banana.”

She caught my cockhead in her mouth, sucking it between her dainty lips. I moaned and leaned in as I kissed her crotch through her thong, tasting her sweet pussy juices through her soaked bottoms. She emitted a delighted coo and raised her foot, using her nimble toes to pull aside the fabric for me. It revealed the pattern of thinning fur before her  soft, bare pussy lips were exposed dripping with anticipation. With the open invitation, I fully embraced her opening, rolling my tongue around inside her. I was blindly exploring the curvy anthro, finding that she was more or less human where it counted. She had a large, easily teased clit, like most other things about the tamarin’s thicc build, and tonguing it made her shift between husky pornstar moans and a musical chittering. She ran her tongue adoringly around my dick.

Sunni giggled impishly as she balanced her hands on my lap, nimbly turning herself around and over so she could sit back in my lap. I held onto her thong and she slipped out of it hands free before touching down. Her warm, fuzzy thighs hugged around my cock, squeezing lightly to jostle it around. The furry thighjob and the flavor of her raw sex on my face had me twitching with arousal, glued to my seat to let her satisfy both our urges.

“Let’s quit monkeyin’ around, huh? Let’s get to the real good stuff.”

She scooted forward while I wrapped my arm around her hips, holding her close while sure she didn’t need the help with her insane sense of balance.

“Monkeyin’ around? Was that really necessary?” I prodded half-heartedly.

Sunni gave me a wide, fanged grin.

“Absolutely! Where do you think you are, hume? Monkeys like havin’ fun. So let’s have some fun.”

Sunni balanced her toes on my thighs and raised her hips enough to properly mount my cock. Her wide, soft, heavy hips pressed down, her tight and wet slit forming a seal of pleasure around my shaft. She squatted down slowly, easing me into her with her strong little legs. Her eyes shuffled between going wide with shock and slowly narrowing with pleasure. I had no idea how deep I would go on someone so short, but I let her take her time as long as I could. It didn’t last long before my hardon couldn’t stand the tease any longer. I roughly palmed one of her thick, furry ass cheeks and pulled her down sharply. I was as surprised as Sunni looked when I fully impaled her on my cock, slamming her wet pussy down around me until her hips slapped against my lap. Her thighs clenched together and her tail wrapped around my arm, seemingly out of surprise. Then her feet-fingers started scrabbling to strip my pants down and she lifted my shirt up over my head, it was clear she was far more aroused than hurt.

Sunni stripped me down with her every appendage before leaning in and kissing me deeply. Even her saliva came with an exotic, faintly fruity flavor as her tongue reached into my mouth. She moaned into me, massaging my tongue with hers so that I instinctively returned the gesture. We tasted each other as I thrust up into her, bumping the thick little lady in my lap. Her big breasts pushed up against me, a strange and exciting mix of sensations. The jiggling breasts on someone so short was surprisingly erotic, and the fluffy warmth of her body had the strange addition of feeling like I was squeezing a teddy bear.

Sunni bounced her hips along with me, catching onto my pace and moving to match it. Her tail flicked around, wagging sluggishly to brush along my legs. Her little body trembled, clenching around me after a few minutes of riding me. I felt a distinctly creamy wetness run down my shaft, trickling and teasing over its every curve. Even when Sunni relaxed and let her cum run down my thigh, she drew back and batted her eyes at me with her lust reignited rather than dampened.

“Keep goin’... I want it alllll inside me. Lemme get that banana creampie,” she moaned.

Even in her half-lidded horny state, she was still making jokes. It must have been that deeply ingrained into her, or maybe all the monkey anthros for all I knew. Her punnery wasn’t about to stop me anyway. I just grabbed her hair and pulled roughly, making her whine and arch her back. It thrust her tits out at me as I groped one and sucked on the other. Her body bounced in place as I pushed up into her, bobbing her boobs against me as I bit around her nipple. Sunni squealed and hugged her arms and legs around me, gripping me tightly as she panted in my ear. I had gone in expecting sex with a furry to be a lot more aggressive, but her shrill whine of pleasure made it surprisingly tender. I eased up on the force accordingly, sliding my cockhead slowly against her clit. Her twitching and gasping sent pulses of pleasure through me, but nothing quite like when her tail unraveled from my leg. It curled behind her back and between my legs, teasing its feather-like touch across my balls while I was buried inside her.

I immediately jerked and shot my load inside her. My cock swelled and pumped my cum out into the sexy shortstack stripper. Her walking-hands gripped my hips, forcing herself to stay in place as she screamed in arousal. My jizz splashed around her insides, coating and leaking out of her pussy as she had another shaking, jiggling orgasm of her own. She slumped against me, eyes rolling up into her head. She moaned until she drooled over my chest from all the gawking, mind melting from the orgasm while just kept emptying my balls into her. She just blissfully rode out the biggest climax of my life. As if the rewarding look of dumbstruck arousal on her face wasn’t enough, I saw her tail rise up from behind her wide booty. By the look of her, it must have been unconscious, but the prehensile tail bent into a heart shape just behind her head. It was hot, but also adorable as hell.

We both took a while to catch our breath. We snuck in light kisses and gropes at each other in the extensive afterglow before Sunni nuzzled against my chest and under my chin.. She took another deep, hungry sniff of me before finally easing herself off my erection. Her fur and overall tightness seemed to do the job of covering up any lingering cum inside her. I assumed she’d wash up before another show, but I felt like I’d want to put it off as long as possible to keep the smell of sweaty monkey sex on me.

“That was… fuckin’ awesome,” the fluffy stripper sighed, shaking her head to try and clear it.

“I gotta get back to work, but… damn. Just damn. Swing on by anytime you feel like another round of that good shit, manmeat.”

On top of the incredible and weird sex, I was learning all sorts of words today.

“Absolutely. That was incredible,” I gushed over her (metaphorically and literally). I reached for my pants, feeling for my wallet.

“So how much do I owe?”

Sunni blinked at him with a blank, confused expression.

“Hmm? Whatya mean?”

“For the… private show.”

“Oh that? That wasn’t part of the job or nothin’. I let the guys know I was taking my break before we came back here. This was just me havin’ fun. Why? Do human gals not grab cute boys you wanna go out with and show ‘em what you can do out in your part of town?”

That was a lot of information to take in at once. I stared down at the anthro shorty as she casually tugged her thong back on, wiggling her juicy hips to get it on right.

“Oh… and do you do that a lot, or…?”

“Ohhh nah. I just dance here. I’ve only been doin this a few weeks now. You just looked like a cutie, bein’ all awkward out there at my little matin’ dance. Then I got a good sniff of ya and who can say no to a scent like that?”

“I don’t know how to answer that question,” I admitted. “So… you just thought I was hot?”

Sunni nodded. I felt myself going from vaguely curious about monkey anthros to having a hardcore crush on the double-stuffed runt of one. The idea that she’d done it out of some blatant affection instead of her job was mind blowing on a lot of levels. But weirdly flattering

“That’s… great! Are you serious about wanting to go on a date?”

Sunni nodded genuinely again.

“Of course! I gotta finish my shift of jigglin’ my milk jugs around, but when are ya free?”

“I’m pretty flexible in the evenings. How about Friday?” I shot my shot.

“Perfect. Maybe we can go to a strip club together.”

I raised an eyebrow and she snorted a laugh.

“I’m kiddin’. How’s about a pizza place around five sound?”

“Sounds great!” I happily agreed, positive I was blushing and grinning without even trying.

“Sweet. I know a good pizza place around here. I’ll meet ya at Jungle Jim’s.”

“You guys and your puns…” I sighed at the gag name. Sunni just giggled at my sigh, clearly planning on enjoying pestering me with her jokes as long as we were going out. A small price to pay for somebody as cute as that.

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