~💜🍑Ask Shadowpeach🍑💜~

~💜🍑Ask #40🍑💜~

This ask is from FresaStar190 on AO3!: To macaque and Wukong: do you like skirts? if you do then *gives both of them a pretty gift with a yellow bow on* here is two skirts for you both. I think those skirts will rock it, here is Wukongs skirt, it's a baby pink skirt that has tiny peaches in them with a small bunny on them while macaque here is a black and light purple that has a black and white skull on them, hope you both enjoy them☺️ and if not then sorry about that

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Macaque was ready to kill and needed to blow off some steam so he did the only logical thing.

He unlocked the door and stormed outside, where his mate still sat, fur and clothes still highly wet, and demanded they have a spar.

Wukong, who was rightfully terrified with the killing intent radiating off his mate, quickly declined while sweating as glowing purple eyes stared him down.

When it became clear that Macaque would likely start beating the shit out of him, either way, the golden monkey quickly pulled out a bunch of hair and made over 30 clones.

The clones, upon seeing and feeling Macaque's rage, quickly turned and ran for their lives.

Macaque, seeing this, quickly made his shadow staff and, with a furious scream, gave chase with every intent to kill the clones.

Wukong sat on the deck and watched in horror as each of his clones was killed in the most brutal ways possible before his very eyes.

Decapitation, crushed/caved skull, through the eye, through the ass, disembowelled, limb amputation, impalement—you name it, and Macaque killed a clone that way.

Wukong faintly wondered if that's what Macaque would have done to him if he hadn't felt the black-furred monkey's killing intent and agreed to spar with him. 

Either way, Wukong's glad it's the clones and not him currently facing his mate.

It took Macaque less than 5 minutes to kill all 30 clones, the last one being taken out by not one, not two, but THREE shadow knives to the heart.

By the time the last clone dissipated, the great Monkey King was as pale as flour and looked sick to his poor stomach from watching Macaque go on a clone murder spree.

Buddha, Wukong swears if he ever finds out what made his beautiful Moonlight so murderous, he'd make sure to get rid of them so he could avoid this scenario from happening EVER again.

Macaque, on the other hand, stood panting with a satisfied grin on his face as he focused on catching his breath. 

Making his way over to Wukong, Macaque sat down on the deck next to his handsome Sunshine just as the floating screen struck again for like the 5th time that day.

Both glanced over to it just in time to see two skirts being spat out.

Both monkeys raised a hand and caught a skirt each before they could smack them in the face.

Macaque stared down at the black & light purple skirt with skulls and scowled as he held it up to get a better look at it, though his scowl didn't change.

Macaque: Thanks I guess...

Then his nose scrunched up, and he shook his head as he dropped the skirt into one of his portals.

Macaque: But we don't wear skirts, and the ones I did wear were mostly battle skirts.

A squeal came from behind him, and he whipped his head around to see Wukong already wearing the baby pink skirt with the tiny peaches & bunnies on it.

Wukong: OMG, this reminds me of my old leaf skirt! You know, back before I learned to speak human and got real clothes. But it also reminds me of the tiger pelt skirt I wore on the Journey to the West!

Macaque's face went blank as he watched his mate giggle and spin around. The skirt flowing with his movements.

Wukong: Oooh~ this is much flowier than the tiger pelt skirt I wore back on the Journey but definitely not as flowy as the leaf skirt I used to wear.

The black-furred simian sighed.

Macaque: Ok then, correction I don't wear skirts anymore.