Carbon Pink: Deserted (Patreon)

Can’t seem to stay away from this series. Always different ways to make shortstacks and fightin’ girls fuck, I guess, and it’s a big weird world to mess around with with lots of excuses for sex.

I had considered taking a break from the series just to let people get some more variety to read… but then I realized I had ended the last story with them piling into a pickup truck and I had the gift of writing six killer mercenaries talking about who gets to sit where. Helped spark a recent discovery of how much I love teams of powerful dumbasses forming a pseudo-family.

But yea, a lot of this one’s in a sexy bathhouse. Onsens are apparently a really big thing in the fringes of society, since the hot and clean water is a pretty major resource for both survival and tourism. Just there for whether you want cowboys and gunslingers in your wasteland survival stuff or if you want samurais and geishas. Or a hybrid of both because it’s cyberpunk and nobody gives a shit.

The solitary pickup truck went chugging across the desert. Its rear was packed with a bunch of cargo crates; a huge payload that had been slightly reduced due to buying the beat up truck in the first place. Long-distance land travel was avoided whenever possible, but a busted smuggler had left the mercenary crew with no choice.

“Ughhhh. This sucks,” Rick groaned.

The pale, muscular human was slumped back against the edge of the truck. He was packed into the back with the crates and half the rest of the crew. He was born and raised on the streets of Cardinal Holdings, which meant that fresh desert air and direct, unfiltered sunlight was still a new concept to him. Even the shade they had arranged to keep him from cooking wasn’t helping much. He was already dying for a dunk in a healing vat to ditch whatever roasted red skin he’d built up.

“Would ya can it? You’ll just make yerself hotter,” Caramel sighed.

The dully orange and purple nayaling tapped a hoof on the truckbed. Her smooth tail waved in a lazy pattern while she leaned back in her poncho, thong, and broad hat. Apart from that she wore nothing but some gunbelts.

“You guys have no right to talk,” Rick groaned. He pointed a listless finger at Cara.

“You practically live out here and were practically gene coded to survive anywhere.”

Rick swept his finger at Bing, better known as Tex after his temporary sponsorship with a fetish brand of condom.

“And the little guy literally EATS sunlight.”

The pink-haired goblin boy swept his sidecut out of his face, throwing up a peace sign at his glowing microcams. The short, neon green femboy was shirtless and just wearing a pair of shorts.

“Hey, y’all. Hour six in the desert and I am eatin’ gooood on all this sunshine. Best detour evah! Like and Fav if you wish you were here. Sub and dono if you’d rather skinny dip with me.”

“And he’s been doing that all day,” Rick pointed out with an accusing wave of his hand.

“Just be thankful you’re close enough to a settlement to get a signal,” Caramel muttered, rolling a piece of straw between her pouty lips.

“The bandits out here love to hit anybody who’s off the grid. Tryin’ to be sneaky means there’s nobody to back you up. Havin’ ping on ya makes you easy to spot but makes them second-guess starting shit.”

“Damn, girl. You know a lot about bandit tactics,” Tex noted casually as he lounged in the sunnier end of the truck.

“Mm.”

Caramel spat casually off the edge of the truck.

“And you only seem to talk for more than a sentence when it’s about guns, tactics, and bandits,” Rick added.

“Yup.”

Rick caught Tex’s eye. The gobbo gave a sweeping motion with his finger over the air. Rick gave him a baffled look.

“I’m swiping left, bro. I’m saying ‘no.’ Drop it.”

“Who the fuck does that?!”

“Uh, like everyone online with the motion sensor mods and the Hookemup app. Educate your ass while you’ve got the time to whine, biggy.”

“I’m not gonna read when we’re out in bandit country!” Rick objected. “This isn’t some family vacation to the upper floors here.”

“Hey! You kids keep bickering and I’ll turn this thing around!” Rendale snapped from the cab of the truck.

The silver-gray E.L.F. and fallen executive gave the rear crew a firm glare. Once she was sure they were done arguing and complaining she turned back to put her eyes on the… well, not a road. Just vast stretches of sand, the occasional genetically bred animal or a single trudging, thick-legged vehicle they called an ATLUS. She had stripped out of her usual business suit, to just a sweaty blouse and her panties. Peachy was similarly undressed next to her, but the shortstack monkeygirl was usually like that anyway.

While Rick had to suffer through the heat outside, Ren had most of the cab to herself. It wasn’t exactly roomy, but it had two seats and part of the passenger side had been crushed in from a crash before they bought it. Rick would have been a tight squeeze to get in there, but a wukong half his size could fit in quite comfortably. MIMI was also allowed in as well since she technically lived in a palm-sized holographic projector. The AI had hopped into the car’s radio out of pure curiosity.

It was a few more sweltering hours of watching sand, rocks and stubbornly struggling trees when Sera popped into view. Tex’s digital assistant and corporate contact in the form of a tiny, holographic angel appeared in the middle of the back seat team.

“Hey! You’re almost at your next stop,” the nude besides a semi-tasteless ribbon informed them.

She pointed ahead and Rick stood up to look over the truck’s cab. Off in the distance were a few tall structures, just big enough that Rick could consider them buildings. They were made of wood, presumably from lack of actual corp resources. There was no rush of hoverbikes. No tightly packed and paved streets in front of synth-owned brothels, or neon holograms peddling addictive sodas glowing in the evening light. It was surreal for Rick, even more than the lively but small station at S&J. The southern pack of mercs felt like the suburbs to Rick; this was nothing short of a wild west town.

“Welcome to Knockers,” Tex read off a wooden sign as he leaned over the edge of the truck.

“Our doors are always open.’ Huh.”

Caramel clicked her tongue and nodded her horned head upward. He followed her gaze where she and Rick were already eying their few watchtowers where scarred, scowling figures watched their every move. Tex gulped and shrank back into the truckbed.

“You think they’re gonna start somethin’?” he muttered.

“Nah. They’d rather not waste the ammo, and we’re clearly well-stocked so we sure don’t look like bandits. Just mind your manners and don’t act like a dumbass cityboy.”

“We ARE dumbass city boys,” Rick reminded her.

“Then don’t act like yourselves.”

Ren dove their truck down the road until she parked it at a central charging station. The wide, barely taller than a human generator was a carefully guarded key to many outposts like Knockers. A source of food, water, and power made a place like this thrive as best it could. There was still a distinct lack of anything too advanced. The robots they saw were simple and utilitarian, and there was no flock of bimbos or brightly colored flawless femboys wandering the streets. The rudimentary gene mods and healing tanks meant scarred faces and thick, practical muscle was common.

Rendale sorted through a few thick, metal attachments before she settled one one that resembled a giant brass nut. She jammed it onto the end of one of the station’s charging cables before attaching it to their truck.

“What was that?” Rick asked.

“Bootleg cable converter. The corps always hated inter-city travel among civilians, so they’d sabotage it however they could to keep their population up. Any mass produced vehicle’s only got enough charge to get one, maybe two cities over before the charger’s port type changes and they hope you’re either stuck or come crawling back.”

As Mimi uploaded herself back into her projector, she took on the shape of a squat, fuzzy woman. A fine layer of dark brown fur coated her entire body, growing into full fledged hair on her head. Some narrow mouse ears sprang from the hair and a long, whip-like tail with a fluffy tip waggled around behind some thick hips. She wore jean shorts and a bikini top with “Suck ‘em” written across both cups.

Rick almost mistook her for a splicer before he recognized the species. There was a significant increase in jerboans around now that they were outside the cities. The thick and mouse-like creatures were believed to be some of the first genetic creations. They were built to live out in the desert just like this when scientists panicked about the rising temperature, allowing them to live outside the iron grip of the more oppressive corps.

Ren passed out some credchips and light duties while she oversaw the recharge. Mimi and Caramel could blend in the easiest so they would stop by the local watering hole called The Crevice for any caravans or contacts that could get them back home any quicker. Peachy, Rick and Tex got the lightest of the load.

“The bathhouse?” Rick asked as they got their instructions.

“The locals call the onsen. They’re a common resting place for traveling parties. They might have some news among the workers, but you three could use the break.”

“The ol’ fuck and soak? Hell yea!” the goblin laughed.

“I haven’t been to Wet Heat before,” Peachy chimed happily.

“Not to look your cred chip in the code here, but you sure you don’t need us here?” Rick asked.

“At this point, patience and time are all that’s going to get us back to headquarters,” Rendale sighed calmly.

“You boys were bouncing around in the back, and I’m tired of the front seat smelling like sweaty wukong. I can more than… excuse me.”

Ren paused and seemed to scratch an itch near her eye. Rick assumed it was just the sand and sun, but his sweaty girlboss suddenly emitted a deep, prerecorded voice from somewhere on her body as a bright pink screen appeared a few yards away.

“WARNING! THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM HAS NOT BEEN TESTED! ANY WHO EXPERIENCE SENSITIVITY TO BRIGHT LIGHTS AND FLA-”

It startled a man that Rick hadn’t noticed into jolting out of hiding from behind another vehicle. There was a violent series of sparking, popping and metallic screeching noises from the projection as it broke into a series of technicolor flashes. The thick-bearded jerboan that had been sneaking up on them went cross-eyed and fell to the ground, spasming while overloaded from being so close to it.

Rendale leaned casually back on their truck.

“I can more than take care of watching over the car. Enjoy your vacation and meet up at the ride in six hours.”

---

Rick arrived at the local hot spring with his shortest companions in tow. Wet Heat was surprisingly out of place for the rustic town, built up in the style of a Japanese bathhouse. It clearly took more care of itself than the rest of the town, well-maintained and tidy around its smooth stone walkway. It was to a point where you could recognize the exact spot where their border ended and the simple, stomped down sand of the main roads took over.

The inside was even more stunning. Everything was polished and clean, including the variety of men and ladies on display. The air was thick with a pleasantly humid air rather than the dry and dusty outside. Faint music played, and it took Rick a moment to realize it was so splaying so softly because it was being played by an actual human on a guitar. The employees were all dressed in some variety of loose-fitting kimonos or loincloths, simple garments that revealed plenty of skin, from milky coffee to chalk white. A thick curtain hung in front of a deeper area where steam was lazily leaking out, obviously the real baths.

“Would you look at the tits on that one? And the cock on that one!” Tex drooled over the assorted geishas.

“Dibs on the naya with the dick down to his hooves,” Peachy blurted out, pointing out a long-haired and long-horned purple stud.

“I’ll have anybody who can suck the sand out of my nooks and crannies at this point,” Rick smiled as he adjusted to the more comfortable heat.

The sunburnt bruiser held up their credchip to gleam off the soft lighting. An especially huge humanoid with a wolf head, jagged fangs and deep scars in his thick, tan skin lumbered over, a musclegut hanging over his loincloth. A thick white ponytail was bound tightly behind his black head fur. Rick smirked back at him and hit the button to display the balance inside.

“No worries, man. I know you’re just here to watch so we don’t start shit, but no reason you can’t enjoy it. One bouncer to another, we’re here for a bath with a few extra bodies to keep the water warm. Your place good for it?”

The monstrous-looking spilcer smirked, flashing some tusk-like fangs as he plucked up the chip. His other hand swung out and clapped Rick’s in a mutually crushing handshake.

“Help y’self, folks. Take your pick,” he grunted with a nod.

The huge guard started to step aside, but a lengthy monkey tail wrapped around his wrist. Peachy waggled her eyebrows at him.

“Y’know, last time I checked, I got more than one hole. That means I could go for more than one guy… if you’re free.”

“Yo, tell me that fuckboi has got gills! I have been DYIN’ to get my dick sucked underwater!”

An aqua-blue femboy in a kimono decorated by fish beamed back at Tex. Some red slits flared open and closed near his neck as he took a deep breath.

“Helllll yes! Those are like the wettest, sloppiest BJ’s you can hope for!”

---

Beyond the curtain was a spacious, steaming hot pool with a few fountains and artificial waterfalls. The water was pure and clear, apart from a few spots where coupling customers and workers created slowly spreading pools of leaking cum. They never got far before some unseen cleaning system dissipated the fluids, giving customers relative privacy beyond the sound of grunts and slapping flesh. Wooden floors lined the sides, leaving space for massage tables and stashes of towels, drinks and oils. The geishas went all out in tending to the guests and their comfort.

“NNG! Holy holographic hell,” Rick grunted around his mouthful of meat.

He sat in the shallows of the hot spring, stripped nude as a short and bottom-heavy bunnygirl splicer scrubbed his back. Her mismatched black and white ears grew out of some sandy blonde hair and a fluffy white tail grew from behind her wide booty. A chalk-white human geisha with tits the size of Rick’s whole torso and areolas the size of his face sat in front of him, waiting to feed him another slice of sushi.

“This might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. What the fuck do you put in this stuff?”

“It’s just fresh chimeralope meat,” the front-facing geisha explained in a soft but still perfectly audible voice.

“You likely don’t have them in your megacities. More importantly, it’s unfiltered.”

“That mean what I think it means? One more, please, Kikyo,” Rick asked.

“It means that your body isn’t used to food without five kinds of mind-numbing drugs, narcotics and artificial flavors added to it,” the geisha explained as she kept feeding her guest.

“Speaking of, fair warning; you’ll wanna be close to a shittin’ hole in about 24 hours,” the bunnygirl behind him added.

Kikyo gave the splicer a dour look, making the freckled rabbit blush.

“I’m sorry, sir. We pride ourselves on a professionally comforting air at our establishment, and Mitsy is new here.”

“Oh, don’t be!” Rick insisted.

He reached back and smacked a hand on the rabbit splicer’s ass, just enough to make it jiggle around the short, fluffy tail.

“I’m not exactly proud to be a megacityboy, but I start getting uncomfortable if I go without somebody swearing, threatening, or showing some skin around me for too long.”

The bunnygirl giggled and wrapped her arms around his broad chest.

“Well we can definitely provide one of those,” she assured him, nuzzling into his neck before kissing his cheek.

Kikyo went along with her, smiling seductively as she fully disrobed. She tossed her kimono aside on dry land, revealing some of the biggest jugs that Rick had ever seen. He quickly took up the invitation that their constant jiggling presented and took two hearty handfuls, squeezing the soft flesh tightly. The constant heat of the spring waters made them feel even warmer and softer, and Kikyo didn’t mind in the slightest.

Mitsy floated around to Rick’s front, joining Kikyo as they pushed their breasts into his chest. The bunnygirl’s tan skin contrasted with the lead geisha’s paler tone, and the bouncer tried to split his attention in groping one tit each. He groped the two of them before letting his hand trail down, squeezing Mitsy by her tempting and tailed ass again.

Kikyo leaned in and kissed the brawny bouncer on the mouth, her pouty lips smacking softly. Her deep red lipstick left marks all over his mouth as Mitsy’s hand trailed down to his shaft. It was already hard and long enough to poke out from the water.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were bringing so much to the party!” the bunnygirl gasped, perking up her ears in surprise.

“It just means more for the two of us to share,” Kikyo chuckled.

She trailed her lips down Rick’s kissing along his neck and chest. By the time she’d reached his pecs she had her huge tits resting against his dick. The water balloon softness warmed up by the spring felt amazing as he grunted and leaned back against the edge of the bath. He thrust his cock up between the girls as Mitsy stooped to join her, forming a single collective cleavage between them. Rick’s hands ran over their wet flesh, feeling them up as he humped their wet tits merged into a joined onahole of sorts. They leaned in and started to kiss around his cockhead, worshiping it while their tongues ran over each other’s on a whole new level of cleaning service.

Rick was happy to lean back, fondling the expert sexworkers as he let them work their magic. Their double blowjob and breasts rubbing against his dick and belly quickly got his precum oozing out, just to be quickly slurped up by their flicking tongues. The women traded some subtle glance and Mitsy took point, wrapping her mouth completely around the fat head of Rick’s cock.

That alone would have been able to finish him up, but Mitsy went above and beyond. Even as somebody “new” here, she planted her hands on his thighs and flipped herself upside down. It looked like she was balanced completely on her throatful of dick before she contorted her backward, pressing the meaty ass he’d been so interested in right into his face. Rick gladly wrapped his hands around her waist to steady her as she simultaneously sucked his dick and twerked in his face, her fluffy tail tickling against his chin.

The water around his waist rippled as Kikyo handled the rest of his cock. Her huge jugs wrapped around its base, titfucking him and splashing the water around her big fleshy orbs as they rose and fell. She let Mitsy slurp on the head as she worked over the rest, licking and kissing all over Rick’s shaft to leave it coated in smudged lipstick. Her huge tits wrapped up his balls and lower cock, pumping it with the wet suction of a private hot tub jet.

Rick didn’t have to move to get off, but he instinctively dug into them both. He thrust between Kikyo’s tits, bouncing her boobs even harder around his shaft. He squeezed Mitsy’s ass as he thrust his tongue between her cheeks, eating her out. The bunnygirl’s legs wrapped eagerly around his neck, gladly pulling him in deeper as she humped her booty into his face, one leg kicking instinctively on its own.

With a long and low grunt, Rick huffed and shot his load. He thrust up and flooded Mitsy’s mouth, leaving thick cum trailing out her nose until it bubbled from her breathing. Her eyes went wide as the leaking mess gushed over Kikyo’s pale face and cleavage, leaving her smiling as she licked it from her lips.

“Another satisfied customer?” Kikyo chuckled knowingly.

Rick groaned contentedly as he eased Mitsy away from his face.

“Definitely. Could go for another satisfying or two though,” he said with an encouraging grin.

“But seriously, can I get another bite of that sushi? I can still taste it and it goes great with ass.”

---

“Ohhhh, dudes. You have no idea,” Tex moaned.

The gobbo had his nanocams going as he narrated his luxurious position. He was reclining at the edge of the bath, his head resting on the massive bosom of a milfy-looking geisha with thick and clunky cybernetic limbs. She only appeared fully human from thigh to head, but she clearly had her flesh where it counted. The bluish femboy he had spotted earlier was under the steaming water in front of him, sucking the naked gobbo little green prick. The slitted gills in his neck, whether mutation or mod, were billowing slowly as his tongue and mouth could fully commit to blowing him instead of breathing. The blue geisha’s body could pump through the water, his thick ass sticking up out of the water like a fuckable little island.

“The fuckin’ suction on this guy. There’s the waterflow and this current going through, and FUCK he’s got the tongue like a washed up pop star.”

He leaned his head back into the cyborg’s breasts, sighing contentedly as he appreciated the overly wet glucking sound coming from just beneath the water.

“In fact, the only way it’d be better was with a can of Angel Kiss. Blow that thirst away.”

Tex winked at the camera and switched off the feed as he reclined into his seat of tits and blowjobs. The cyborg milf looked at him quizzically.

“Did you… need us to get you something like that?” she asked uncertainly.

“Oh heck no. I was just due for an ad drop. I’ll take another drink though. Straight from the tap, if you don’t mind.”

The curvy woman smiled and lifted one of her heavy jugs. She held her nipple up to his mouth, letting the moaning green twink suck on it. His tongue rubbed under her nipple until it urged her rich and sweet milk to come trickling out. It had a faint taste of alcohol and even some chocolate to it that got him smacking his lips.

“Damn, but you geishas know how to treat a guy. Some of the chillest fuckin’ NNF~!”

The gobbo gripped the blue boy’s ponytails, giving them a firm pull to tug his cock and balls completely into his mouth. The greenish cream shot right down his throat and the briefly gagging humanoid sputtered the jizz back out through his gills a moment later.

“Ohhh fuck that’s good eatin’… how ‘bout you, Peaches? Y’all good up there?”

“Dick so… deep… taste… it…” Peachy squeaked out back at him whenever she could manage to breathe.

Her breathing tended to come whenever the men weren’t both balls deep inside her. She had started out with a massage from Gale of the Summer Storm, the orange and purple nayaling hunk she’d seen earlier who was too hung to keep it under his loincloth. As much of a relief as the tiny girl got from him rubbing down her tender back and shoulders, his hardon prodding her fluffy butt cheeks was too tempting to resist for long. Peachy had thrust her plump booty back against his hefy horse cock and was soon sandwiched between him and the bouncer she had picked up on the way in.

Now the 2’6” monkeygirl was completely off the ground, her tail wrapped eagerly around Gale’s ripped waist as he filled up her ass. He had already finished a pulpy load of cum inside her bowels and her prehensile feet and hands clung to the wolven bouncer. His dick was crammed into her petite pussy, making her belly swell from the huge insertion. Her already big eyes were even wider as she let her tiny body get rocked between the two men using her as a mutual fucktoy, feeling their fat cocks grind together on either side of her clit. She had started out pelting them with encouraging dirty talk that was getting more and more simplistic as they kept filling her up.

“Yea~! Yea~! Right there! Get it in there deep! Gimme gimme gimme~! I want it I want it! Stick me silly, you big fuckin’ fuckers~!”

Peachy bounced in place, flattening her juicy handfuls of tits against the splicer before slapping her ass cheeks noisily back against the nayaling. She rode the momentum of their thrusts, pushing deep into her holes in what felt more deeply cleansing than the bath itself. So long as she didn’t mind being cleaned out by sticky shots of jizz.

Peachy’s eyes glazed over, but her tail still worked on her never far from the surface instincts. The tip lashed around Gale’s balls and gave them a few massaging squeezes.

“C’mon c’mon~! I’m almost there. Gimme that nut so deep and fat I could skip lunch~! I wanna EEEEKIII~!”

She broke into a wild squeal as she squirted messily over the wolfman’s dick. Her already sloppy slit was made even easier for him to ram inside, pumping against her guts until the two men nutted inside her together. Peachy’s eyes rolled as her stomach swelled, stuffed full of dick and cum until her cheeks puffed up. The wukong shuddered and burped softly as a glob of cum ran down out of her mouth, gushed all the way through her tiny body.

“Ook~! I’m stuffed,” she chirped out as she noisily licked the jizz back up.

“You need a breather, little lady?” Gale offered from behind her.

“Heck, get me a dickgirl over here! I got a whole hole that’s not bein’ used!”

Peach giggled and squirmed, clenching her orifices around her surrounding lovers.

“I just hope the others are having half this much fun…”

---

Caramel left the local saloon after having her own brand of fun. Mimi followed, clearing her throat before blinking her projection on and off, shedding the blood splattered across her jerboan body’s cleavage now that they were back outside. The tall nayaling gunslinger beside her tossed a dead, scrawny man with bulky robotic arms onto the streets.

“Well that seemed… excessive.”

“Impolite is what it was,” Caramel muttered, spitting onto the sand by the dead body.

“But Elbowdeep here drew first, so we’re all good with the lawmen.”

The looming sniper tucked her gun away once she was confident he didn’t have any vengeful buddies around and wiped her hands off on her duster. She had already paid for their drinks and a little extra for the cleaners, who had been nice enough to share some directions and local rumors in the process. They were a short trip and a short wait away from a merchant caravan that was always looking for some safety in greater numbers. A couple shifts on watch and they’d be able to travel comfortably back home; at least, comfortably by the others’ standards. If Caramel had to listen to Rick bitch about his pansy-ass sunstroke one more time, she was going to start considering if they’d both be happier with her knocking him out.