Carbon Pink: The Sexlympics

Something I fucked with for a long time, ever since I heard about it. I've written a bunch with the same crew in Carbon Pink, but this felt like something best explored on its own. The semi-announcer based narrative made it easier, and the idea of it being a huge event of sex competitions felt like something I'd have done a long time ago by now. There wasn't much explained about what The Sexlympics WAS beyond one recurring chracter has a medal in cunnilingus, which I think said a lot. 

Coming up with events was the easy part, but whittling down competitors, names, and whow much to cover of each event took a while. Finally settled on making it more of a showcase of sexy scenes and quick bouts, with sort of exemplary shows rather than covering everyone in the huge corporate-sponsored orgy of an event. Then set up for some wilder events as it goes after these setup ones.

Also making platinum be the top rank of medal was my own call. It felt like a sci-fi move to end up making it more like videogames ala Devil May Cry.

The Sexlympics were a massive draw for viewers, no matter where they were held. The Cardinal Holdings conglomerate had many intense negotiations between its major players on where to host it each year. The Megacity Apricate had landed this year’s contract, packings its stadium with horny guests. Whether they attended in person or through virtual seats (to save space and travel while also selling even more customers). The coastal touristy city brought in all sorts of spectators and competitors in what had developed into one of the most hedonistic spectacles in recent memory. There was the usual disapproval of inter-company travel, meaning that most other major cities had their own equivalents that CH carefully aligned to not bother competing with. As much as they were fine competing in terms of corporate espionage and marketing strategies, the tight grasp each megacity kept on their populace (and their manpower/spending money) meant that traveling beyond their borders was intentionally designed to stay obnoxiously difficult, if not impossible.

“Gooooood afternoon, citizens of Cardinal Holdings! Are you ready for the horniest day of sexual sports in history?!”

The announcer’s voice was met with a massive cheer that rippled through the thousands of visitors. The variety was immeasurable, but considering the content of today’s show, there was a definite trend of wearing little to no clothing. Men, women and altersexes alike commonly wore bikinis or thongs that technically covered something. Signs, banners and bodypaint in the colors of their favorite teams or athletes were the usual ripple of patterns among the mass of bodies.

“Hope you’re as excited as I am, because I am simply drooling out of most of my orifices right now! I’m your hostess Polly Ammers, calling the shots and moneyshots in today’s games. We’ve got a lot of events going so let’s get things moving! Whether you’re a fan of the competitive cunnlingus, blowjobs (endurance or sprint), the breast sumo, cumshotput, figure fucking, boobsledding, distance dicking, or striprobatics, we’ve got some of the hottest and most talented competitors here to show you how it’s done!”

The hostess leaned over her hovering desktop, a variety of audio equipment, cameras and mics set up around her. Implant lines ran down Polly’s modified arms and chest, thick and patterned to resemble tribal tattoos. Frizzy, bright green hair ran down to her hips and fittingly beachball-sized tits squished out over her desk. She wore a tropically flowered dress that barely reached above her nipples, which leaked a slow but steady trickle of milk soaked through its darkened front. The skirted bottom half barely reached her round hips, and a fat, veiny erection stuck up from between her thighs and bumped against the desk. The well-known and often-fapped to weathergirl, porn starlet and supermodel (it turned out weather was fairly predictable in the coastal tourist trap, leaving her with some spare time) was one last cherry on top to draw in as many viewers as possible.

Each Sexlympics had their own little twist on the opening ceremony, but there was always something to show the spirit of the occasion. That spirit was, of course, mindless indulgence and loads of flashy flesh.

Today’s ceremony centered around a woman with fluorescent blue eyes and skin whose hair was a bright white that flowed upwards like her head was a living torch. Hi-tech dermal implants projected a surface-level hologram of Cardinal Holdings territory across her skin as she knelt between a dozen hung figures. She sang a specially written anthem (which given the hyper-corporate nature of the region was really more of a series of jingles), even the waves of the sea churning in the proper places until she hit a high power-note in the finale. Watching her voice peak and breasts wobble, the variety of cocks their loads into a ritualistic bukake. The jizz plastered across her body, symbolically keeping their territory fertile as it painted across her geographical tattoos. She kept up her note until a particularly precise shot of cum went down her throat, making her cough and break off her song. The crowd applauded as she was helped back to her feet. She gave a quick, sticky bow before she wrapped her arms around a few of the jerking costars, eagerly leading them backstage for a post-show celebration while she was still caked in cum.

The games started with the expected favorites of the competitive oral division. Even if a viewer wanted nothing to do with the competitive side of things or the big-name athletes, just about anyone would turn on to see what the best blowjobs around the world were like. Some could even predict the trends in pornography and casual sex based on the tricks they picked up at the annual event.

There was an unsteady standard to the competitors themselves. All races were welcome, even if some naturally fared better than others. You didn’t see many gobbos winning long jump events while the strong, stocky nature of jerboans tended to dominate contests of sheer endurance. Since it was rarer to find somebody without any kind of implants or artificial parts, the idea of what counted as legal modification had gotten pretty loose. Even androids could participate if they were found to be human enough in abilities and skill by the screening judges.

Naturally, the competitors tended to be hot as hell in some perspective, which went into the initial scoring for them to compete in the first place. It had led to some online discourse over some of these judgment calls, such as controversial Notaro “NTR” Roberts being approved for last year’s games.

Patrick Gable made an impressive showing this year. The bottom-heavy femboy was a slender twink with hardly any muscle on him to speak of. The Sexlympics brought in all sorts of competitors, catering to the nearly infinite expanse of the viewers’ fetishes and types. Pat was a pale-skinned twink of a human with dark blonde hair, shaved short around most of his head but trailing in a tight braid down his scrawny back. In his regulation skintight speedo, it was clear that he was similarly lacking in his bulge.

“Here we have Pat ‘Pussylips’ Gable taking the stand from the spire of Abstruse. A relative newcomer and a cute little thing to look at, but we’ve seen stranger competition in these games before. We’ll have to see if Pat’s a lick above the rest!”

The wiry young man knelt down on the matted spot set up for the competitors. A street ELF woman with dark skin and hair in nothing but a sheer, nearly translucent thong sat with her legs spread out in front of him on a slightly raised platform. It was never hard to find volunteers for these sorts of events, leading to even more pre-screening to find the most visually appealing candidates. His “target’s” round double-D’s wobbled fluidly about on her chest as she looked down at Pat with a curiously eager smile.

A few officials traded calls and signals before the nearest one to the duo (a gobbo in a checkered banana hammock) whistled and waved to start the timer. Pat was in between his volunteer’s legs in less than a second.

“And THERE goes Gable right out of the gate! He’s going with the head on ‘breacher’s’ approach, not bothering with removing his target’s panties for the sake of foreplay. A bold gambit from our first competitor as he puts that famous mouth to work! It looks like it’s paying off, but will it be enough!?” the announcer rambled on to keep the crowd fired up.

The ELF woman was moaning and bucking her hips, humping back at Pat’s mouth. The volunteers were looked after to be horny but impartial and challenging, and she seemed to fit the bill as she ground her wet pussy through her panties. Her juices and Pat’s saliva mixed together to make the thong soaked enough that a sudden swipe of the femboy’s hand tore it off her hips.

He withdrew just enough to breathe, which was considered another bold tactic by some. As he did, though, the spread woman caught a glimpse of a pink and purple glow. She looked down and her half-lidded eyes widened a bit curiously as she saw the rune-like tattoos coating half of Pat’s tongue.

“Hey, is that NGGGGHHH~!”

The ebony ELF bit her pouty lip as Pat came back for more of her pussy. This time his tongue crammed itself deep into her sopping folds. Her faintly fruity juices were suddenly overwhelmed as the oral implants kicked in. Pat’s tongue started to vibrate on maximum setting as his lips kissed and sucked on her pussy lips. The mods kicked in and his saliva poured out triple time, flooding the ELF’s pussy and lubricating his sudden flexing and vibrating tongue beyond belief. The woman clutched Pat by the hair just to keep from falling over.

“Talk about an ace in your hole! Pat just went into oral overdrive! His receiver is taking a licking but the timer keeps on ticking! Can he slobber his way out of this one?!”

Pat stepped up his game as he grabbed his partner under her thighs. He tipped her over backward, turning her almost upside down as he leaned his face deeper into her sopping wet pussy. His tongue drilled deeper as it started to curl and pulse like a wriggling snake, rapidly and subtly slapping against the volunteer’s clit. Her hips bucked spastically, clapping wetly against the sex athlete’s chin. The brunette sent a gushing wave of cum and his own saliva washing thick and warm down his face. She wrapped her legs around Pat’s head, trapping him in the musky mess. He gulped down a mouthful of her mixed orgasm just to spare himself the room to breathe as she humped his face like she was trying to knock him out.

“And that’s time! Pat just wrecked that pussy at a record breaking at just under ten seconds! I really should ask if he’s available later. …for an interview, of course!”

When the two didn’t separate for a moment, the official had to step in. He unhooked the volunteer’s ankles and pulled Pat’s face out from between her thighs with a wet popping sound. He gave a rather dazed wave to the crowd as he wobbled back to his feet.

Pat happened to start things off strong. The competition that followed couldn’t keep up with his time, no matter their approach. Even a catgirl splicer going rough and deep with her longer tongue couldn’t catch up to him. A brutish jerboan lifted her partner completely in the air while chowing down on her pussy. A gobbo boy focused on foreplay before tonguing her g-spot, but the tender approach cost him more time than it saved. Pat had handily won the starting event.

“The judges are tallying the final scores on who scored… and it’s in! Pat Gable and his silver tongue take the platinum medal for that top tier tonguebathing!” Polly boomed over the speakers.

Her voice had a freshly quivering tone to it. She remained professionally legible but she was visibly distracted. Polly had flagged down a stagehand and shoved him under the announcers booth to help her better appreciate the oral event.  Her thighs hugged around his cheeks as she read off the runners up, sliding a few horny grunts in between the names and metallic elements.

“So moving along to something else… no, not you. Get back down there. You’ll damn well know I’m finished when you’re choking on it,” Polly hissed.

“Onto Competitive Insertion. The competitors are already warmed up and loosened up on the other side of the field. Those logged into Feed 2 already have a heads up but let’s join in now for a piece of the action!”

C.I. was pretty straightforward, as many of the competitions tended to be. You picked an orifice and were given a series of sex toys with different point values based on their difficulty. The sidelines already had several rookies who had gotten too greedy, twitching and leaking with assistants pulling the toys out of them. With a wet sucking sound, one of the less subtle aides pulled the ring on a vibrating 9 inch dildo. It popped back out of a wolfgirl splicer, making her break into another spasming orgasm, whining as she squirted her clear pussy juice over a few lucky front row fans sitting in what was affectionately called “the splash zone.”

Things had been whittled down to two of the last competitors. Unlike with Cunnilingus, the first few competitors had dropped like flies. A shortstack gobbo girl was laying one spot away from a thick-bootied nayaling laying on her knees. They had started at similar times and were neck and neck with each other. Even for such close competition as their holes were fed more of the glossy plastic toys, they were far too focused to bother with any eye contact. Some trash talk still slipped in as they started to realize they were leading the scoreboard while still building themselves up.

“Still doin’ that buttslut method? That ain’t ever gonna match up with gobbo snatch! OOP!” gloated the little green woman with massive twintails done up with skull hair clips.

"If you ain’t got the cheeks for it, no shame in admitting it. My ass’ gonna kick your ass…” the demonic purple girl defied, letting slip another “AHH~!”

Both girls twitched as another thick 5-point anal bead was popped in by their aide. Making sure they were still in from the first, they started stuffing in more and more to fill in the cracks (or crack, in the gobbo’s case). The booth erupted into more excited commentary to go along with the hyped up fans.

“Kelsea Neon and Taria Buttsavage are really going at it! They’re pussing those horny holes to their limits in completely different approaches! Buttsavage goes for the unsurprising face down, ass up anal stance while Neon has been in her ankles behind her head pussy-out approach! More and more sex toys go inside as they both cross the 100 point marker, but only trash talk comes out! What a pair of cum-petitors!” Polly ranted.

A short but thick dildo got stuffed into Neon’s ass, making her eyes light up as she bit her lip. She raked her nails across the mats beside her as her hips humped at the air in response to the immense pressure put on her clit. An official checked in on her just as she broke into a trembling orgasm. The clear fluids sputtered out of her irregularly as her eyes rolled back, her cum struggling to leak its way out past the countless toys.

Polly rambled on. “Oh shit! Kelsea’s at her limit! Right at 130, she’s gushing for the second time in the game! But she’s signaling to keep going! What a trooper! What a slut! What a sexlympian!”

They were down to the wire, taking smaller sex toys trying to top themselves off. Lubed up smaller beads and synthetic micropenises were slipped in like a bidding war trying to inch past the other in the final stretch of their holes. Taria’s forked tail curled into a heart shape as her body bucked forward, her pouty lips open wide and gawking as she drooled over the plump tits pooled up beneath her. She had a small puddle building in her cleavage by the time her whole body bucked. The purple girl let out a shrill cry as her ass and pussy clenched, squirting again as her thick body jiggled back and forth. A few of the toys popped wetly out of her as a whistle was blown for the run-ending act.

“That’s it! Taria’s famous ass winks out some of the latest additions to her asshole, cutting her off as 141! Kelsea is still going but she’s playing catchup. 138… 140… she’s signaling something to her handler…”

The attending human whipped out a curved and heavily ribbed pink dildo.

“Wow! Kelsea going for an 8 pointer this late in the game! She is digging deep to be sure in a lot of senses… and it’s in! 148 for a commanding lead on this tight matchup! She goes for one more but that’s it! She’s out as a few beads drop out and there’s a THIRD orgasm of the morning! I’d almost say she’s showing off, but… NNNF!”

Polly’s thighs slapped together around the intern’s face, spraying him with a strong outburst of cum. She interrupted her live commentary for a wordless cry of passion, as if following the triumphant gobbo’s lead.

“Oooof… there we go. But Kelsea has earned it as she takes the platinum medal! Gold goes to Buttsavage, and silver to Gloria Holstein. We step away from the cleanup as the holo-stage is prepped for our next event of Sexlympic Striprobatics! Right after this quick sim-ad for Bountifull’s Re and Re Processed Meals. Kick back with some R&R.”

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A few ads later and the large, glossy-bottomed stage was prepared for the Striprobatics routines. It was largely a means of showing off agility, flexibility, and showmanship along the lines of the classic notion of gymnastics. The addition of free use of holographic visuals, hard light projections, and the general shift in judges’ tastes towards a sexy show had shifted the details greatly over the years.

The tone was set quite early by Nadia Sols, a human performer preparing herself, adjusting her expected skintight bodysuit to ensure it was wedged between her ass cheeks and thickly bulging erection. She was a tall and curvy woman with buzzed, light red hair and chalky skin. She adjusted the lighting to be a deep, dark blue before she strode gracefully through the stage. Platforms of stone rose and as she went deeper into the dark colors, bioluminescent tattoos lighting up across her limbs. Eyes of mismatched pink and purple glowed along with them as She looked more and more like some kind of deep sea mermaid dancing before the crowd with her slow contortions.

She flowed gracefully, whirling around the artificial stones and coral like stripper poles. Her fluid movements matched her aquatic setpiece, truly showing what a synthetic spine could do as she arched her back and swayed over it. Nadia moves flawlessly and smoothly until several large, glowing blue tentacles emerged from behind the assorted scenery.

Nadia was swept off her feet, feigning resistance as part of her routine. It involved a few graceful flips and twirls while letting them tear off her clothes in dramatic bursts. The fake tentacles probed their way into her every hole, pulsing brightly enough to show their outlines beneath her skin. The glow shone around her ass, belly and throat while the tendrils coiled around her breasts and cock, milking them both with vigorrous groping. The slowly growing melody playing the background started to peak as the tentacles fucked her to the rhythm, making her pulse with light like a human siren light. Right on time with the last burst of music, her body contorted and tensed in a whirl of motion. Every muscle flexed as she arched her back and came hard, squirting a streak of rainbow-colored cum from her cock.

Scores tallied up rapidly, run by a few judges and gauged by the number of orgasms in the audience during her performance. A solid 8.1 to start the event.

A parade of strange and erotic stripshows swept across the stage. An agile android woman performed an acrobatic display, but with holograms of various races of humanoids posing and acting as her living gym equipment. She went from masturbating upside down while balancing on a group of jerboans to humping on the unresponsive face of an ELF.

An athletic male nayaling went through a similarly surreal act. His heart-tipped tail and horns flourished behind him as he strutted through a variety of holographic cocks, shrugging off or slapping away smaller sizes as a real sizequeen. He climbed up them as simple stepping stones before reaching one as big as his entire body, mounting and grinding it before taking it fully up his ass. A wukong girl used the holograms to conjure a gang of scrapyard thugs that looked fresh out of the borderlands. She mustered a layer of scrap armor on herself, giving herself more to strip off before letting the goons gangbang her. Her extra touch of flavor, passionate writhing, and sheer amount of times she could cum so intensely ended up landing a high enough score to win out the contest.

“An impressive win by Lotti Pinkbottle! Let’s swing the spotlight over to something a little more direct. More physical! More tit to tit slapping good!” Polly fired up the crowd from their post-nut clarity.

“Let’s go to the battleground for the first round of Titty Sumo! You know the basics; only attacks with and to the chest or grabbing allowed. Fighters go until a submission or completely laid out on the mats. Starting out with the Shortstack weight class, let’s go right to the boob-busting action! We have Teela Headcounsil, a short but stunning executive ELF, going up against Revy Tirespike the jerboan and mother of previous platinum medalist Crobar Blindside. Let’s see if the finely aged mouse can take down this exec!”

Two massive shouts cued the start of the first bout of the first round. The tan-skinned, lightly furred blonde milf lunged out quickly, her mousey ears and lengthy tail whipping behind her. She clashed with the short and lean elven woman. Her slim figure was guarded by some massive implants, wider than most of her body. Her feet planted at the last second, letting them collide wearing nothing but their thong-like loincloths. They both grabbed each other by the waistbands, grinding their plump tits against each other. Hard nipples flicked and jabbed one another as they grit their teeth in aggressive focus.

“Your cheap trailer trash tits can’t match the best money can buy,” Teela hissed in the jerboan’s face.

She leaned in closer, the ebony-haired ELF’s nipples ramming into Revy’s. They drilled into her chest, inverting her nipples until the jerboan gave a shrill grunt and milk started to leak out down her areolas.

“These girls’ve been through three kids. No way I’m losin’ to some scrawny little princess!” Revy announced right back.

She pulled up in a sharp wedgie. Teela gave a shrill squeak as it rammed the silky fabric up into her ass and pussy, not factoring in her lack of weight compared to her busty opponent. Even with her firmer pair, Revy hefted her up and pivoted sharply, body slamming her to the mats. Teela gave a loud, messy grunt as she sprayed air, sweat and spittle onto the pinning jerboan. Revy sealed her win by leaning further into her pin, lifting her triumphant tits up to squash over the ELF’s face.

“Incredible! That’s the speed and power you need to win a titty sumo!” Polly announced excitedly.

“Suck on those, ya loser,” Revy gloated, giving her goods a shake in her face before finally getting off.

The next bout saw a black and white wukong with skulls decorating her loincloth and a thick ponytail going against a rather round and chubby gobbo with a mohawk. The huge hangers of the green girl contrasted the slightly smaller but high and perky ones of the monkeygirl, with wide soft nips marking their front. Faint holes could be seen where studs were removed from her chest for the contest, but eyebrow piercing remained.

“Now for Spooky Teeshirt against Chu Underbelt! Let the jiggling commence~!”

Chu was set to use her weight advantage like Revy had, but Spooky leapt with surprising speed for such a chubby little thing. Even without using her tail, she covered the distance in no time and whirled in midair, slapping Chu completely offguard across the face. Her heavy hooters sent her reeling and gave the gothy monkey plenty of time to shift her weight back onto her tail, swinging her opposable toes up to grab and squeeze Chu’s hard green nips. The gobbo shrieked as the surprising move twisted her tits around in a half circle.

“I used to tune transmitters just like this!” the wukong giggled.

She broke into a sudden acrobatic flip, whirling around in midair. Her breasts slapped across Chu’s, putting the gobbo off balance before continuing her circle and thrusting her ass out to ram into her jugs in the same stroke of her sexy martial arts. Chu was thrown off enough already that she tripped over her own foot and landed flat on the mats. Spooky flashed the crowd a cheeky grin before dropping her cheeky ass down on her opponent’s face. She let her nimble toes roam down her opponent’s body to rub them under the loincloth and over Chu’s pussy for good measure. The matches were so quick that a bit of showboating was appreciated and even encouraged in these matches.

“Whicha you bitches is my next seat?!” the gothy monkeygirl laughed, flexing her stubby little arms.

The third round saw a longer and closer competition than expected. The unusually short and muscled Diana “Speedhump” Uline went against the dreadlocked gobbo Patty “Patdown” Downtown in a long grinding matchup. They were stuck tit to tit and crotch to crotch for so long that their loincloths were rubbed right off them, leaving them bare pussy to bare pussy as well. While Diana’s power and stability made her famous for her grinding techniques, she hadn’t been tracking the dreaded gobbo’s hip placement. Her slightly smaller size let her pussy hump upward to meet hers while their sweaty tits slapped together, lost in the chaos of their long endurance match. The human hadn’t expected things to go long enough to be a factor, but Patdown’s uppercutting clit bumped against hers enough that she orgasmed right at the end of the match. She cried out as the burst of cum fell between them, making her legs go weak. Patty lunged in with all the strength she had left, toppling her over to the mats beneath her.

Patty gave a triumphant hoot as she stood up, pumping her arms in the air and hopping so her breasts jiggled like wild. She clapped a hand proudly on her pussy before rubbing the slick green slit, twirling a finger at her clit before it squirted a quick orgasm of her own over Diana’s chest. It treated the win as if the cum had been the one that pinned her.

In the last fight of the first round, it almost seemed like another drawn out bout. Henny “Half Quart” Keller, the bovine splicer with dark skin, long pearl-colored horns with rings pierced into the tips, and enormous milky tits, faced Jangle Ringkey, a wukong girl with several pornographic acts patterened in shades of brown across her gene-altered fur.

The two circled briefly before barging in and clashing tit to tit, seemingly on even footing. They ground and pushed for a bit before Half Quart suddenly pivoted her hooves on the spot, thrusting her thick ass out to fend Jangle off. The risky move paid off as Henny threw out her arms and brought them down again, wrapping them tightly around each fuzzy tit like she had them in a headlock. She squeezed with her powerful arms, crushing them under her armpits and spraying a gush of monkeygirl milk well outside the mats.

“Gotcha now, fuzzball!” Henny gloated as she flexed harder, drawing out a few more gushes of milk from the squealing wukong.

“Yowwww~! My boobers! Fuck! Let goooo~!”

The audience adored the showboating move as the cowgirl milked the monkeygirl. Finally she pivoted again, twisting on her hooves and using her pair of boulder holders to flung Jangle away. The wukong was too busy nursing her tits to catch herself and tumbled off the edge of the mats. Henny licked the pale milk from her dark fingertips, smirking seductively for the crowd.

“Some incredible moves by the ladies in the first round! Experts of boobcraft to! Be! Sure! We’ll let them rest up and literally cool their tits for the semifinals,” Polly Ammers assured the audience.

“In the meantime, I’m not sure about you, but I could use a break to change my panties and recharge my vibrator. Go take care of your dirty business for a bit and we’ll be right back. You won’t wanna miss what we’ve got next, because it’s on to Greased Up Gobbo Rustling and Full Contact Fuckery! Keep it warm for me, folks~!”