DKC 1 - Diddy, Stop & Go Station
Quick explanation for anyone unfamiliar with the setting.
Donkey Kong Country is a sidescrolling platformer for the Super Nintendo. You play
as Donkey or Diddy Kong. They're unrelated or Uncle/Nephew, depending on the source.
Donkey himself is either the son or grandson (depending on source) of the original
Donkey Kong who fought Mario on occasion. DKC is the first appearance for both of
them. Candy is Donkey's GF, and she runs the overworld savepoints. Dixie is actually
not introduced or even mentioned until DKC 2, but I figured Diddy would have known
her by this point and for the purposes of the story, he's tagging along with Donkey
to impress her.
The 4th stage of the second 'world' (stage 2-4, if you will) is called Stop & Go
Station, for obvious reasons. It is home to the Rockkrocs, and they are invincible
under green light. To get through this stage, you either need to time everything
perfectly and blow through it (and even then you're going to lose one of your
characters), or you can skip through it with a warp (which I didn't use or mention
in the story). If you go through it normally, it's one of the hardest stages in the
game.
Also, I assumed that Kongs and Kremlings (the enemies you fight in the game) are
species or cultures. I could have done the research on that, but didn't feel like
it.
Right, I woke up one morning and decided to write this story - and other than that,
I really have no idea where I got the general idea from.
There's so little DK(Country/Land/Returns) fanart and fanfics that, for a while, I
thought it was Do Not Post or its equivalent.
Rockkroc can also be spelled Rockroc (which I used until I realized it might be
wrong, then changed all instances to the correct one), Rock Kroc, Rocq Qrok, Kroc
Rock, Rickroll, and Diamond Alligator Man, according to the internet. I'm still not
sure if I used the right one. ...And I may have made up a few in that list.
This hopefully represents the end of my dry spell. I have an idea for Donkey's
adventure after they get split up, and maybe some stuff for Diddy later on.
Edit: Fixed some typos in the story. Nothing major.
Those green and red lights. Those blasted lights!
Just when you thought you were safe under the red light, it changed back to green with no warning!
"I dunno, Donkey," Diddy Kong said. "Maybe we should skip this one. They never leave the bridges, and the advance scout's got this one down as 5 stars." He motioned at the map. According to it, they were standing outside the area called 'Stop & Go Station'. (The Kong scouts had gone ahead and mapped out the general area, noting in detail only the individual strongholds the Kremlings had set up with a 5-star difficulty rating.)
"We can't skip this one, Diddy - the others are counting on us. If you don't want to do this, fine, but that'll just leave me alone." Donkey Kong, in truth, fully agreed with his younger partner. But they were on a mission.
"And what's this note mean?" 'Danger - fierce Kremlings, Rockkrocs inside!' said the map. They'd gotten some advance info on them, that they were fast and powerful under green light - 1-hit-kill powerful - and shouldn't be underestimated under any circumstances. There were also some Kremlings called 'Klaptraps', but they seemed to be a considerably less major threat. The Kongs' mission here was to fully scout the area and determine how many of each were stationed there - their food supplies would then be intercepted, with intel suggesting that they were expecting a new shipment soon, and the Rockkrocs would be forced to surrender. Knowing the number of Kremlings would prevent surprises during that surrender.
"It means we need to be careful. Now come on - this isn't your first time underground." Diddy still hadn't budged. "They're all going to think you're a wuss..."
That was it. Diddy cinched his hat and followed him in.
As was the usual pattern, the mine workers had been evacuated as soon as the Kremlings learned that the previous guard station, the one that was code-named 'Bouncy Bonanza' on the map, had been overrun by the two Kongs. The actual fighting would be done in a single area, as always, where intruders would be forced to travel one specific path which could be bottlenecked and guarded adequately. It felt like they'd gotten through half the mountain before they'd reached the first set of green lights.
At first, there weren't many problems. The Rockkrocs were indeed blindingly fast and unbelievably strong, but completely neutralized by hitting a nearby Stop & Go barrel (as the map had termed them) and switching over to the red lights, which forced them to roll up into a nigh-invulnerable ball that could then be bypassed.
They were deeper still in the mine when they had to cross a pit on a couple of those blasted platforms. The Stop & Go barrel there didn't last long enough on one hit, and when they leaped onto the second platform, the light turned green and the Rockkroc came back to life!
It knocked Donkey into the pit, but Diddy had managed to just barely make it onto the next solid path. He heard Donkey's yell as he fell deeper into the mine. The scouts hadn't checked to see if the Rockkrocs were stationed that deep - either way, Donkey would probably be fine.
"So what do I do now?" Diddy asked himself. To his left, a deep pit crossable only by the platforms the (fully awake) Rockkrocs rode. To his right, a sudden drop to a lower path with a Stop & Go barrel right next to the wall. Diddy squinted, and made out four Rockkrocs on that path, just waiting for an intruder. He could turn the red lights on again, if he timed it right, but if he didn't... There was nowhere for him to escape to.
So Diddy sat and thought about his options. Behind him, the two platform-riding Rockkrocs leered at him and made crude comments. "Hey monkey! Get over here so I can stuff your tiny ass!" "Here tiny tiny tiny - they call you Teeny Tiny Kong or Tighty Kong?"
He shivered and hoped they couldn't jump over. But after a few moments his courage came back, and he timed a jump down to the barrel...
As he regained consciousness from the Rockkroc's blow, he saw that there were four of them surrounding him in the green light. He tried to cartwheel to safety, but one caught him by the tail like he'd been standing still! "Little Kong - you thought you could get away, huh? Bad warmblood - bad!" It slapped his ass hard, sending pain flashing through his body and nearly getting a scream out of him. "Oh you're a tough little monkey huh? Hey boss, what do we do with tough little Kongs?"
The Rockkroc the first one spoke to began to laugh, and then the others joined in. A cold chill ran up Diddy's spine as he realized they either wanted to rape him or kill him, and they might just do both. By some predetermined order, two of them grabbed his arms and legs and suspended him in the air, his back to the ground. The other two spit on him, onto his face and groin - thick, greenish, viscous spit that smelled and tasted like a rotting swamp and made him gag. The chill of the mine made the already cold spit feel colder.
The one preparing to fuck his ass slapped his balls, causing him to gasp out in pain. "Even tiny balls like this hurt when you're a Kong, huh boss?" it said to the one at his face. It backhanded his cock and balls a couple of time, until Diddy cried out on the third. The Rockkroc laughed and spit again, rubbing the slick wetness over and into his anal opening. He tried to get away from the cold spit, struggling against the mud green arms that held him captive, but they just laughed and pulled harder until he was taut again.
While his ass was being prepared for violation, the Rockkroc at his head tore off his hat and let it drop, then got a grip on his short head fur and slapped him a few times, finally backhanding him in the right eye. "Get ready to take it deep, toy," it commanded, before spitting on his face again. When Diddy was able to see again, all he could see was the long, coarse-textured green dick he would be eating. "Bet you've never even seen one this big before huh, tiny Kong?" it laughed. It had to be 7 or 8 inches long, and from his perspective it was huge.
"No... That won't fit..." Diddy whimpered.
"Don't you worry about that, tiny Kong, 'cause we'll make it fit," the one at his bottom said. Diddy tried to resist again, but he felt a finger enter his anus - and suddenly, he felt a shock. A hot, pleasurable one. "And you're gonna love it, beg for it. Kremling fluids have an... interesting effect on Kongs," it chuckled. Another cold, scaly finger entered his ass, and as Diddy moaned he could hear the Rockkroc spitting as it worked more and more of its cold, sticky saliva into him.
Meanwhile, the one at his head was spitting in his face in between derision. "You warm-bloods are all sluts!" (spit) "Deep down, you all want to lick our feet clean and beg for our cum!" (spit) "We don't even have to make you beg-" (spit) "-you'll do it anyway!" (spit) "We'll take you in all your holes and breed your filthy mates-" (spit) "-and you'll thank us for it!" (spit)
Diddy could barely make out its mud green face when it leaned in close. "Kongs were always meant to be the slaves of the great Kremling race, and nothing you can do will change that. Go ahead, try. Try to prove your strength against us." Diddy struggled again, but his limbs were again pulled taut. "See? Inferior. What do you have to say for yourself, slave? Beg for forgiveness - beg!"
"never..." His voice, barely above a whisper, came out far quieter than he expected it to. The physical beating, mind-altering saliva, and general mental abuse had taken a far greater toll than he'd realized. He could even feel his lust beginning to rise against his will, though his dick stayed flaccid for the moment.
"Heh. Just like a Kong." It began rubbing its hands over him, rubbing the slimy spit into his shirt, and into his exposed fur and skin. "Just a little bit of superior pleasure and you lose all resistance. When we're done with you here, you're going to smell like us for as long as we let you live. Our scent will override yours... Does a tiny little Kong like you even have a mate?"
For a moment, Diddy thought of that cute blonde Dixie Kong that he wanted to date - part of his joining Donkey's quest was to impress her, in fact - and tried to think of her to give himself the strength to resist. Unfortunately, it must have shown on his face, because through his blurry vision he could see the Rockkroc grinning. "We'll take her - we'll use her holes as dick relief while you watch! Now open up!" It shoved its thumbs into his mouth and pried it open. "You two! Fill his mouth with me!" The two holding his limbs turned and began to spit into his open mouth with the first Rockkroc.
At first Diddy tried to spit it all out, but the head Rockkroc slapped him across the mouth. Some of the awful spit dribbled out, but combined with the effect it was having on him, he couldn't work up the will to do it again. He then tried to block out the horrible stench and pungency filling his mouth instead, as his mouth warmed the cool spit to an unpleasantly lukewarm temperature, until he could no longer sense the gooey texture. Then it just hit him all at once, like being drowned in a peat bog but without the escape of death to save him, but before he could muster the will to attempt turning his head, the boss Rockkroc forced his mouth shut and said "Swallow, slave."
He tried to resist - he knew he had to resist - the urge to obey, but before he knew it Diddy swallowed. The gooey mass was in his stomach and felt like an old mashed banana all the way down. If he could throw it up, he would have, but it didn't seem to take. "The slave has swallowed! Kremlings - this Kong is ours!" the boss Rockkroc announced. "Take all that it has!"
Diddy had been so distracted by what the boss Rockkroc had been doing to him, that he only noticed how many fingers had been stretching out his ass when four of them slid out. Without a moment to see the significance of this, Diddy then felt a painfully large object force its way in. "Are all Kongs as tight as you, Tiny?" it leered, before pushing in as far as it could. Diddy felt his insides swell as his comparatively small body was invaded by the Rockkroc's massive dick - and though a small part of him cried out in pain and humiliation, what actually left his mouth were lustful moans.
"You enjoy that, tiny Kong?" the boss Rockkroc asked. "Of course you do - Kongs exist only to please Kremlings. Now beg for our pleasure, Kong - beg!"
"more..." he whispered in response, over and over. Diddy tried to stop the words from leaving his lips, but couldn't contain them. No matter what he thought, or how much pain he knew he was in, his body had other ideas about what it wanted. Worse, he felt a warm shiver in his little balls in response to the horrible pain from his ass.
"See! It begs for us to use it as we please. As good Kremlings of the world, we must oblige it - and I shall do so by washing its filthy little mouth with fresh sperm!" the boss Rockkroc declared. Diddy heard the words and understood them, but couldn't struggle to resist. He saw the large dick, almost as thick around as two bananas, approach his mouth in slow-motion, then felt his mouth open wide. "No, no, no, no!" he thought, but the cold, rough member slid into his hot, slick mouth regardless.
Inch by inch, it filled his mouth until it reached the top of his throat, and to his horror, it didn't stop. His body made way for it, and as it continued onwards what little bit of him was left to feel felt his throat expand. His breathing stopped as it slid down, and suddenly time began running normally, as it pounded in and out. He tried to breathe in between pumps, but couldn't keep up.
He was nominally aware that the two Rockkrocs at his sides had let go of his legs, so the one fucking his ass could grab them, and use them as additional leverage. To his shame, he felt them trying to wrap around the cold, scaly body, trying to help cram his rectal cavity even fuller with Kremling dick. The boss Rockkroc noticed, howling with laughter and increasing in speed and strength, tensing a little more with each thrust.
Diddy couldn't feel much of this. He was losing too much oxygen to keep count, and was terrified at the thought that they would rape him to death. ...No, not rape - fuck. His body was enjoying this too much to call it rape, and that made it worse. So they were going to fuck him to death, and before he could ever come close to claiming Dixie as a mate - no, no. That was what the Kremlings called it! He was going to ask her out, and romance her, and then they were going to fuck - and maybe afterwards, live together for the rest of their lives. He felt a little bit of his mind come back with this thought.
As he comforted himself with inner rebellion in what he thought were his last moments, the boss Rockkroc suddenly cried out. He hadn't noticed it tensing up or moaning louder and louder, what with thoughts of death and all, but its painfully large dick in his throat pushed as deep as it could, and Diddy felt lukewarm cum spurt almost directly into his stomach, already half-filled with foreign saliva...
While Diddy nearly suffocated to death, Boss was lost in feelings it had never felt before. Earlier proclamations aside about the obvious superiority of Kremlings aside, sex with a warm-blood, Kong or not, was the best thing it had ever felt. Its own mate never felt so good, and in its post-coital haze it wondered if complete domination of the Kongs wouldn't be the dawn of a new golden age of pleasure for the Kremlings. And as it fell back onto the floor, and out of the tiny Kong's mouth (whose, it noted, was beginning to change color), a thought came to it - the Kremlings might die out during that golden age, unable to mate within their own race for the pleasure they would find in the Kongs. Which meant that, while there were no lies in what it had earlier told the Kong, they would have to exert some self-control in using them. But how? No, the King would know. He always knew. He had to have known how fantastic this feeling was - domination, subjugation, and enjoyment, enjoyment above all of a lesser species - and that had to be the reason for the invasion.
And speaking of self-control, it wouldn't do to kill the tiny Kong just yet. "Kremlings," it began in an exhausted voice, "we must be careful not to kill the tiny Kong before we have extracted all the pleasure we can." It couldn't get up yet, and it wouldn't do to show weakness in front of the warm-blood lesser, but he was unconscious - and, Boss confirmed, still alive and breathing. "Do not use the lesser's mouth for pleasure too long."
"What about its ass?" Anal asked, slowing down a little.
"Use it. Enjoy it. Train it." Boss leaned against a wall to rest, and to watch.
Anal squealed and resumed fucking the hot dickgrip. It enjoyed hearing its mate talk like that. Really, Anal didn't care too much about K. Rool's goals and ideals, and as long as it got a chance to fuck - with voyeurs, in the sun, in the shade, in public, wherever, whenever, whoever - it would follow anyone anywhere. And Boss hadn't been satisfying its dick, pussy, ass, or mouth as regularly as it would've liked, so it had been going to the other Rockkrocs for satisfaction, at least three times a day since being posted in the mine. Really, Anal couldn't understand how Boss could stay so frigid - maybe it really did believe everything it said about the Kongs? Eh, that was Boss's problem - Anal's problem was whether or not it should cum in the tiny Kong's ass now, or later.
Now. The heat inside the Kong's ass was hugely encouraging Anal's dick - it had never felt so big and hard before, even in the Klaptraps it had fucked when the others had been playing hard to get - and it had been holding back in order to prolong the pleasurable sensations it had never felt before, but now that was coming to an end. With other Kremlings, Anal could control when - or even if, in the case that it found its partner/victim to be undeserving of cum - it came, but with the Kong... It felt like the Kong, even unconscious, had a sort of sexual control over it. He was forcing an orgasm out of Anal, it felt, and as the tidal wave of pleasure hit, it could only slam in as deep as it could and hold on.
Boss liked to watch. Any time Anal was fucking something, it was watching. And it had never seen anything like this before. Anal never lost control, never orgasmed when it didn't want to - that was a large part of why they were mated, in fact - even in Boss's own small and shallow, and most importantly lightly used and tight pussy. The two other Rockkrocs - a mated pair that Anal had tamed, and then re-named Dickbucket and Dirtlicker in no particular order - were fascinated as well, and had been jacking off since they'd let go of the Kong's legs. And as the mighty matetaker Anal came deep inside the tiny Kong, they were forced to realized that the one to finally beat it wasn't a Kremling, and worse, hadn't even been awake to see the miracle...
"Boss?" Anal gasped out a short while later.
"Yes?" Anal and Boss were sitting side by side against the wall, getting their dicks cleaned by Dickbucket and Dirtlicker.
"What do we do with the Kong?"
"...We're still superior to them. They would never be this receptive without the influence of our fluids." It thought for a moment, and struggled to find a thread. "We should continue to enjoy this one - we may not get another chance."
"Why not?"
"Think - would K. Rool ever give up that kind of pleasure?"
"Oh." They rested for a bit longer, their tamed subs cleaning the Kong off of their still-hard, but deflating dicks. "Think we'll recover faster if we watch 'em fuck?" he asked Boss, thumbing at the subs.
"Maybe." Boss didn't want to admit it, but the tiny Kong had drained it so completely, that it was ready to just roll over and sleep. But this wasn't an opportunity to let pass.
"Hey Dicklicker, Dirtbucket - go fuck for our enjoyment."
The two looked confused for a moment, and wordlessly began to make out with each other. Anal had told them never to talk or touch each other without his permission, so for them this was a happy chance. And they were both filled with lust anyway, even more so after watching their betters use an enemy - to their exhaustion.
"No, not with each other - relieve yourselves with the tiny Kong." Boss knew it could watch those two mate anytime it wanted - and they deserved a little fun besides.
The two submissives went over to the Kong, lying where they'd left him near the cliff to the high path, and flipped him onto his stomach. Boss and Anal might like their conquests face-up, to see the submission in them, but Dickbucket and Dirtlicker wanted to see and feel each other in the throes of orgasm - a powerful, worldshaking orgasm, by the looks of it.
When Diddy regained consciousness, he found he couldn't move at all. The pain was concentrated in his anus and mouth (it felt like his jaw might have gotten dislocated), but nothing he couldn't fight through. Those Rockkrocs weren't around, and he was facing... a wall? And a Stop & Go barrel! It was just barely within reach... but no matter how much he focused himself, he couldn't move. He couldn't tell if it was due to the various Rockkroc fluids or exhaustion, but thought it might be the combination. So he had no choice but to stay down and rest.
His hearing had come back with his sight, but there wasn't much to hear other than the ambient sounds of a largely-abandoned mine and some slurping sounds. Then he heard them talking, and wished he could move away.
The accumulated lust of a week's worth of near-but-not-quite-release ran through the cold veins of Dickbucket and Dirtlicker. The Kong seemed to be breathing faster than before - maybe he was awake - but he wasn't moving, and even if he tried to get away, Dirtlicker had been the one to knock him down in the first place. Without further delay, the two picked up the tiny Kong and propped him up on his elbows and knees.
Dickbucket had an easy time of it, as the tiny Kong mouth it intended to fuck was still wet and slimy, but it elected to spit on him anyway. They didn't get much chance to show superiority to anyone, especially since being stationed in the mine.
Dirtlicker had the same idea. If Boss was right, and it always was, the Kong needed to be spit on for a few reasons - in this case, lubrication, as Anal's fluids had gone dry during the break. A few spits near the Kong's opening and its own dick were enough, it thought. It looked up at Dickbucket, who held up three fingers, then two, then one.
With their smaller dicks they were able to plow into the Kong simultaneously and without resistance. Then they began to snog, one's teeth gnashing against the other's, their tongues finally - finally - registering their love that they couldn't normally attain. The tight warmth surrounding their dicks was far better than their pussies - deep and full of triumph, giving them both pleasure rather than one or the other. Secretly, they were a little envious of the Kongs, who had pussies that were said to feel more pleasure their own dicks ever could - and lips, too. The teeth they had were nice, but if they could be reborn, they wouldn't have minded kissing as Kongs.
As they settled their thrusting into a rhythm, they both felt a stirring - the Kong was awake. But he wasn't struggling, which was good - he was even cooperating.
Diddy's body moved with very little conscious control. He tried to stop and get away, but between his lack of strength to do so and being spit roasted by two Rockkrocs - who were pressed so close together that he couldn't have pulled them out even if he could move enough - meant that his only option was to take it.
Once again, even though his mind protested against the pain it felt, Diddy's body felt warm - both the warmth he felt by being warmer than the dicks fucking him, and the heat spreading through his helpless body as he was taken so easily. To his utmost shame, he felt the heat spreading through to his own smaller dick, nursing it to hardness. He felt so small compared to the Kremlings, and now, even though he was at full hardness, they were showing him just how small he still was. Worse, he felt the heat in his balls, and not just because his poor anus was crying out in pain. This was separate from anything he could feel - the situation itself was turning him on. He felt precum beginning to form at the tip of his dick, flying off as it bounced back and forth from the force of the Rockkrocs' thrusting into him as though they were one long pole tearing through his whole body - and he hoped that would be the end of it.
More than anything now, he didn't want to cum from being raped - fucked - by Kremlings. He begged his body not to submit any further with all his strength...
Watching their slaves fuck had the intended effect on Boss and Anal, whose dicks were close to full hardness again. They'd been watching silently - as Boss normally did, though it was a new experience for Anal - so as not to lessen the atmosphere for Dickbucket and Dirtlicker. The tiny Kong had regained consciousness at some point, and was moving with the two Rockkrocs now. Better, if his little warmblood dick was any indication, he was enjoying it.
Boss thought this proved that the Kongs were willing slaves of the Kremlings - they just had to be reminded. Anal licked its thin lips and imagined what kind of fun it could have with a female Kong - he knew they existed, but only males had come out to the mines.
Their lust was rising with their dicks, and soon they'd spit in their hands and were jacking off. Who knew just watching a couple of submissive Kremlings fuck a defenseless, willing Kong would be so hot?
Thanks to the smaller sizes of the new Rockkrocs, Diddy wasn't in as much pain as with the first pair - but the humiliation of being used twice in a row was, he hoped, something he could forget with a girlfriend. But he tried not to think about Dixie, or even Candy, or any of the other female Kongs he knew, as that extra bit of imagination might push his swollen dick and balls to cum.
Instead, he tried to move, slightly, towards where he thought the Stop & Go barrel was. With luck, he thought, he might be able to trigger it.
Dirtlicker opened an eye and looked over towards Boss and Anal. They'd begun jerking each other off, groaning with pleasure, though by the looks and sounds of it they would be going at it for a while yet. And their eyes were closed, which of course meant that they weren't watching the threesome - and that was just annoying. Here they were, putting on a show, and the least they could do was watch! Fine - it and Dickbucket would cum without Anal's permission for once.
Dickbucket was in heaven - a soft warm mouth to fuck, a cold rough mouth and soft tongue to love - when Dirtlicker brought him down a little. They'd worked out some simple hand signs for this sort of forced sexual entertainment-type situation, and Dirtlicker wanted to know if, since they weren't being watched, it wanted to cum soon. "Yes, oh heaven yes," it signed back.
Dickbucket was in - good. It was getting pretty close too - though the tiny Kong's tiny little asshole was pre-stretched by Anal's larger dick, it had shrunk back down to a perfect, warm and soft fit for Dirtlicker's own turn. It might not even last another minute. Soon. Very soon. Soon soonsoonsoon - it shoved its dick as deep as it would go as the pleasure burst around its body, and in its throes it whispered "Dickbucket!"
The shiverings on its sensitive tongue could only mean one thing - Dirtlicker was cumming! Cumming cumming cumming - "Dirtlicker!" it whispered, as it thrust its dick one last time down the Kong's throat.
Diddy was unable to see what was going on - all he could see was the dirty white body scales of the Rockkroc fucking his throat - but could feel that familiar shaking from the one pounding his ass, then the feel of cool liquid pumping into his rectum. Then, he felt the same feeling from the one in front, and felt his stomach fill with some more of the same. He silently begged his own dick to stay under control, at least until he wasn't being used as a toy by his tormentors.
He felt the one behind him slide out of his ass, then heard a thud behind him as it fell to the ground. Then he could breathe again, as the one in front also slid out and fell.
The world turned red as Diddy himself collapsed. His world was pain and stench, both of which he could taste. He just... needed to rest for a minute. His last thought as he slipped into a waking sleep was, "I didn't cum you bastards - ha."
A little while later, he awoke. He couldn't tell how much time had passed, but he was sure it wasn't too long. Once he'd recovered some control over himself again, he pulled himself onto his hands and knees and looked around. Red everywhere, and the four Rockkrocs were trapped in their balled forms. Diddy shook some sense into himself and looked closer - one of them was balled right on top of the Stop & Go barrel. It must have fallen right onto the barrel - and now he could escape!
He found his hat. One of the Rockkrocs must have cum into it, from the smell, or maybe some spunk had leaked out of him and onto it. After a moment's hesitation, he put it on. It didn't matter what they'd done to him, he'd make them all pay later. He began to see the smell of Kremling as a thing to beat - they could use him and nearly ruin his favorite hat, but he'd just come back at them harder.
His will to resist renewed, Diddy began dragging himself to the exit - but suddenly a fire ran through his body. His dick, still hard after all he'd been through, needed attention. He tried to ignore it but it refused to subside on its own, so he leaned up against the wall (fearing that, if he sat down again, the Rockkrocs would wake up and use him forever) and began jacking off.
He tried to think of Candy Kong, Donkey's blonde, leggy girlfriend, but he couldn't sustain the image. He tried thinking about Dixie, tried to remember the little moments he'd shared with her and fallen in love with her over, and was able to sustain it - until he imagined them together, fucking, when the Rockkrocs suddenly appeared and Dixie ordered them to gang up on him.
As he tried not to imagine Dixie laughing as she watched the Kremlings bathe him in their sperm - he suddenly felt the heat burst through, and came. All the lust he'd held back while the Rockkrocs had worked him over spewed out in the form of cum onto the mine floor. It was the longest and hardest orgasm he'd ever had, and he could have sworn he'd cum more this time than ever. He panted and leaned heavily against the wall for a few minutes, feeling supremely disgusted with himself, then made his way towards the exit again.
He and Donkey had agreed on a simple mark on the exit sign, in case they got separated or only one of them was able to get through - there wasn't one, so he scratched a little check mark on the back. After a moment, he also scratched in '28 Rockkrocs, 16 Klaptraps' and sighed a breath of relief. He was almost out of the red darkness. He could taste the fresh air.
But his erection hadn't deflated, and after a short while, right when the exit was in front of him, he was forced to masturbate again. This time, he tried to focus on the cave wall, to turn the act into a purely physical one, but again his subconscious betrayed him. He saw an image of Dixie whipping his naked body with her beautiful long hair, telling him how an inferior Kong like him was only useful for licking her pussy and tongue-washing a day's grime off of her body - he came, again against his will, as he saw her say to him, "you filthy Krem-whore."
As he stood panting, trying not to fall down, he felt tears dripping off of his chin. "Dixie... wouldn't," he reassured himself, and forced his body to cartwheel through the exit.
The fading sunlight felt good on his fur and skin, making the mine seem like a old bad dream, but the exhaustion caught up with him and he fell to his knees. He'd gotten lucky this time, and knew he could beat K. Rool's gang on his own if he had to - but deep down he knew, to his shame, that he'd willingly serve them if they made him. There was a creek running nearby, so he started dragging himself there, in the hopes that he could wash off the shameful stench of Kremling. As warm sperm dripped out of his rear and down his legs, he hoped Dixie would never know about any of this, and that he was right about her.