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This is the first piece in what's going to be a series of short, accessible, fun, sexy stories. The common denominator: a certain trickster of a monkey.

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“Do you know who I fucked last night?" the gorilla asked.

“Who?" the monkey responded.

“No, I mean, do you know?"

“Oh. That seems like something you should know."

“Well, I don't."

“Hmm. All right, take it from the top. What do you remember?"

“Honestly? All I remember is coming here, getting shit-faced. I guess I must've left with someone, because the next thing I know, I'm on my back in my bed, and my cock is being squeezed by the... tightest fuckin' pussy I've ever felt."

“Damn, dude."

“I'm telling you, man, that thing was like a... a... — fuck, I don't know — an industrial-strength milker or some shit. She was working me like —"

“Hold up, how do you know what an industrial-strength milker feels like? I mean, I know you grew up on a farm, but..."

“Ha-ha. Seriously, though, I've never... come that hard in my life. Nobody's ever taken me balls deep like that before, but she took it like a — hey, what's so funny?"

“Nothing, nothing. Just sounds like this could be The One."

“Real funny. But, shit, if she's even half as good as I remember, I'm about to put a ring on that."

“Wow. That's high praise for someone you can barely remember. Let me guess — you probably don't even know what this person looks like, do you?"

“...No. Fuck! I'm going crazy, man. I've gotta find her."

“Did you check your phone?"

“Yeah. No texts, no unknown numbers, no nothing."

“Nothing left at your place?"

“Nothing."

“Did you wrap it up last night?"

“Uh — hell if I know."

“Well, there's your answer right there. Just wait a couple of months for the child support bills to show up."

“Fuck — don't even joke about that shit, man."

“All right, all right. But, look, whoever it is is bound to be back at some point, right? Until then... Excuse me, can I get another one of these? And some hair of the dog for my friend here. Thanks."

...

“Dude, this isn't working." The gorilla collapsed onto a bar stool next to the monkey and slumped forward, burying his face in his arms. The leather of the bar stool groaned under his bulk.

He had monitored the comings and goings at the bar all night. At one point, he had made eye contact with a beautiful golden-furred fennec fox. The sight of her surfaced a new fragment of a memory: the sensation of being tickled across the face by a tail. Thinking he felt a connection between them, he had sauntered over, but the fox's entourage of girls had closed ranks around her and marched like a phalanx to the women's room.

That had been the highlight of his evening, and now it was getting late.

The monkey caught the attention of the bartender and twirled a finger in the air. “Maybe she's as hungover as you are and decided to take a night off?" he said.

“Or maybe she doesn't remember," the gorilla said dejectedly. “What's this?"

The bartender had just dropped off two shots of some dark liquor.

The monkey held up one of the glasses. “You said it yourself: What you're doing hasn't been working. So here's what we're going to do instead: We recreate the events of last night and hope lightning strikes twice." He paused with the shot glass in the air, daring the gorilla to accept his invitation into the unknown.

“Fuck it," the gorilla said. “Your plan is as good as mine. Bottoms up."

...

He came to some time later, re-emerging into consciousness as though being rescued from the bottom of a deep well.

He was in a dark room — no, he was blindfolded. And he wasn't on his back on his bed; he was sitting in a chair.

He made to reach for the blindfold but found his hands were cuffed behind his back to the chair. So were his ankles, forcing him to splay his legs and bend them at the knees.

And he was naked. He could feel his cock drooping in front of him as though it had been hard seconds before he had woken up.

An instant before panic seized him, he felt a finger pressing against his lips.

“Shh," a voice whispered.

It was her.

He bared his teeth in a grin. "Kinky, aren't ya?" he said, pretending to strain against the cuffs. His cock filled with blood and stood up straight, throbbing as it searched for her body. He heard the sounds of movement, and then that unmistakeable heat was at the tip of his cock.

He exhaled for what felt like the first time in a day as felt her lips parting, that intense heat enveloping his cock, that amazing tightness gripping the base as he bottomed out. Her ass settled in his lap, and he wanted so desperately to free his hands and caress every inch of the mystery woman, to repay her in some small way for the immense pleasure she was bringing him.

Perhaps it was the sensory deprivation brought on by the blindfold, but he thought he could sense each and every one of their nerve endings touching, caressing, sliding past one another. Without the use of his eyes, he felt as though his cock had become a new sensory organ, and every synapse in his brain fired as it translated the sensations into a mental map of the folds of her most intimate place.

She took all of him again, leaving him breathless, and then began to slowly, painstakingly raise herself off him.

He sat there helpless as more and more of his cock slipped out of her, the tension growing within him with every inch, increasingly desperate to keep his cock inside her.

When just the slightest tip of his cock remained inside her, she paused.

He breathed a desperate sigh of gratitude and attempted to hump forward, but she remained tantalizingly beyond his reach.

“Babe, this is amazing," he whispered. “You have —“

“— the tightest fucking pussy in the world, I know," a voice said. A monkey's voice. A man's voice.

Exactly one second of absolute silence followed. Then came a roar of sound.

“You? What the fuck are you — why the fuck —“

“Except I don't have a pussy. That's my ass that you've —“

“— get the fuck off me, you fucking —“

“What's that? Get you off?"

“— motherfucking —“

“Get you off like I did last night?"

“— fucking rapist motherfucker —“

“Whoa! That's harsh coming from someone who was about to put a ring on this just a couple of hours ago!"

The gorilla sputtered incoherently. The chair creaked as every muscle in his body tightened with fury, every tendon taut like a bowstring. Snarling, panting with rage, his teeth bared, his voice shaking with barely contained emotion, he growled, “I am going to smash this fucking chair, and then I'm going to smash you. You drug me? You rape me? You — gah!"

The monkey had moved his body ever so slightly — just enough for the head of the gorilla's cock to slip inside him.

“I don't think so," the monkey said. “Unless we're talking about the same kind of smashing, of course. Something tells me we aren't, though.

“Let me tell you what's actually going to happen. First, some ground rules. I'm not going to stick anything in your ass. I'm not going to make you suck my dick. I'm not going to try to win you over with some silly bet that I can make you come. I'm just going to ride your cock as long as I want to — and knowing you, that's not going to be very long. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, and then, just like I did last night, I'm going to make you come harder than you ever have.

“Before I do that, though, I have one question for you: blindfold on or off?"

The gorilla whined miserably. He turned his head this way and that as though looking for help. He tested the strength of the cuffs again, the veins in his arms popping.

“I'm going to need an answer," the monkey said. He began to move his body steadily up and down, teasing the sensitive ridge of the gorilla's cockhead with his hole.

The gorilla squirmed where he sat but said nothing. The monkey kept it up, continuing to torture the gorilla with short, quick strokes. The gorilla's face twisted itself into a grimace. The monkey kept it up. The muscles in the gorilla's jaw twitched with the effort. The monkey kept it up. Finally, a noise of intense torment issued from the gorilla's throat, and he shouted, “On — on!"

"Suit yourself," the monkey said. "But are you sure you don't want to know what this looks like?"

For a second, the gorilla felt the pressure growing on the tip of his cock. Then, utterly powerless to act, the breath catching in his throat, he felt his cock plunging deep into what he now knew was another man's ass.

The gorilla writhed in discomfort as the monkey began to work his cock with his hole. Blindfolded, every sensation seemed to multiply in magnitude, and whenever the monkey altered his speed or pressure, or incorporated some new technique, he drew a yelp of aversion from the gorilla's lips.

After less than two minutes, the feeling of claustrophobia threatened to consume him. Light-headed and struggling to breathe properly, the gorilla gambled that the alternative to his current situation couldn't be any worse.

"OK!" he shouted. “Off!"

“Good choice," the monkey said.

The gorilla felt the blindfold being lifted from his head but kept his eyes tightly shut, knowing that when he opened them, he would be greeted by a vision that would sear itself into his mind and remain there for the rest of his life.

Something soft brushed past his nose — the monkey's tail, he realized with a fresh eruption of anger — and he snorted.

Taking a deep breath, he mustered up whatever courage he could find, lowered his head, and opened his eyes.

The fur just at the base of his cock was wet with lubricant. About an inch of his cock was visible, and then —

His stomach tightened. His dark red cock was nestled firmly between the smaller monkey's cheeks. He could just make out a sliver of pink flesh: the monkey's hole stretching around the girth of his shaft. Tearing his eyes away from the heart-stopping sight, he followed the curve of the monkey's spine with his gaze, taking in the rest of the body of the man it belonged to.

The monkey was looking at him over his shoulder, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“See something you like?" the monkey asked, tickling his face with his tail again.

The gorilla huffed, but he quickly choked on his protests as the monkey clenched his hole around his shaft. The feeling was simultaneously intoxicating, overwhelming, and repulsive.

“Bet you've never felt a girl do that before, huh?" the monkey asked, laughing at the expression on the gorilla's face. “OK, now watch this."

Still clenching down, the monkey raised himself up again, beginning the long journey from base to tip with his body once more. He spread his ass with his hands and lifted his tail to give the gorilla a clearer look at what he was doing.

The gorilla looked down, half in detestation, half in fascination, watching as the monkey's hole hugged and sucked at his cock. A part of him wanted to look away, scared by what the monkey was making him feel, scared what the tip of his cock might look like after emerging from deep inside the monkey's ass.

But then his cock popped free, and the gorilla was both surprised and relieved to find it looked like it normally did mid-fuck: still slick, still dark red, and — confoundingly — still rock-hard.

The monkey relaxed his hole and sat back down, sighing as though the gorilla's cock was pushing the air from his lungs.

The gorilla closed his eyes for a second, and in that instant, he was shocked to find the chaos of confusion inside him vanished, the storm of implications dispersed. There was just pleasure.

The gorilla felt the heat of the monkey settling in his lap and opened his eyes. The monkey's light brown, almost golden fur reminded him of the fennec fox at the bar, and if he squinted, there was no way to tell the sex of the monkey on his cock. The realization exhilarated him, causing his cock to swell to almost painful levels.

“What's that you were saying earlier about balls deep?" the monkey asked.

The masculine voice broke the gorilla's concentration. He made to say something but gasped as he felt fingers closing around his balls — the monkey was squeezing their sacks together.

“I... you —“ the gorilla began, but his mind had gone blank. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as he felt the beginnings of a familiar tightness somewhere right behind the base of his cock.

Laughing as though he could read the gorilla's mind, the monkey started grinding his ass into the gorilla's lap, clenching and relaxing his hole, rolling their balls gently around in his fingers.

The gorilla flexed his legs but couldn't move. He reached as far as his fingers would bend but found no way to release his arms. He attempted to pull his hips back, but the monkey was already forcing his body as far back as it could go. The tightness in his crotch was building — as was a feeling of panic, as he knew what the tightness was building toward.

A drop of sweat blurred the gorilla's vision, and he attempted to blink it away. His breathing had grown shallow, and his balls had pulled up tight against his body.

"Oh, I know those sounds," the monkey said. “I heard them last night. You're about to come, aren't you? You're about to come in my ass. A man's ass."

The monkey let go of the gorilla's balls and placed his hands on his own knees. Sensing the finish line was close, he began to pump his body up and down the full length of the gorilla's cock, his moans of pleasure rising above the gorilla's cries of agitation.

The gorilla sat there chained to the chair, struck by awe and horror, staring in shock as the monkey's ass effortlessly took every inch he had to offer. The air smelled of sex and sweat, and the noise of the monkey's body slapping against his own filled the room and his head.

He realized with a sharp intake of breath that his body was admitting defeat for him. Surrendering to pleasure, the gorilla let his head fall back, and with a guttural roar, every muscle fiber in his body tightening, the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced rolled through him, and he came harder than he ever had before, filling the monkey's ass with cum until it splattered out of him and onto his lap — just as the monkey had predicted.

The monkey, thoroughly satisfied, carved another imaginary notch into the bedpost in his mind.