As the door opened to his cell, Bingo scurried towards the barrel in the corner and lept in, pulling the lid tight overhead. Peering through thumb-sized holes between slats, his primate eyes strained to see.
Bingo was but a simple chimpanzee, carried on this pleasure cruise as a gift for Emperor Zingwad of Persia, the destination for Captain Bart’s ship which had sailed from Greece three days ago. Bingo’s poorly evolved brain had no appreciation for the decadence this ship offered, and no knowledge of the political aspirations of Captain Bart, with his twin goals of impressing passengers with such luxury, while cozying up to Emperor Zingwad with exotic gifts from foreign lands. No, in this moment, Bingo hungered for coconuts while fearing his trainer had returned to beat him with a stick.
His forest ears noticed that the footsteps entering his room were lighter than his trainer’s. Dull thoughts slugged across his mind, fearing predator but hoping for friend.
“Is anyone here?” a voice squeaked out. While Bingo obviously did not understand these all-too-human words, he knew it to be a female primate, putting him at ease. She stepped forward, out of shadows and into the weak sunlight of a porthole. Pale, silk-wrapped legs beneath a slim, bodiced frame, and giant mammalian breasts spilling out, distracting from her soft, sagging face.
Bingo lifted the barrel lid and hopped out, sniffing excitedly. His prefrontal cortex approximately the size of a grape, he had no real sense of the situation, but he understood pheromones.
“Oh…aren’t you a hairy one?” she asked, “I’ve heard tell of your kind – hairy lustful half-men from foreign lands.”
She glanced between his furry thighs, where something squishy and sausage-shaped was slowly rising. “Is that a banana?” she asked huskily, “or are you just happy to see me?” She paused and continued, “Want to show me how to make jungle love?”
Understanding nothing but the primal scent of sex, Bingo ripped off her dress in a simian show of strength. Liquid pooled beneath her – evidence of her lust. “Captain Bart never shows such desire for me,” she moaned, “I can’t remember ever feeling this wanted!”
Showing her own chimpanzee ancestry, she nimbly wrapped her limbs around Bingo’s sweaty body, slipping his tiny monkey cock into the tangled thatch between her legs. Within seconds, following frantic animal groans, Bingo burst within her, pumping fluid ounce after fluid ounce of his tropical seed. “OOH OOH AHH AHH,” Bingo screamed.
Suddenly, the entire ship trembled as with an earthquake. Panicked shouts came from above. Cold water began seeping through the walls, shrinking Bingo’s refracted papaya even more, primal eyes going wide with fear.
“Please,” the woman intoned, “stay with me. Let the world crash around us, just make me feel good.” Bingo did not understand her words, but that was no obstacle for love. As more water poured in around them, he began again to gyrate to an ancient rhythm.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r56dc8/monkey_love