Donkey K. Rool
Very short story I composed in about two-three hours to see if I can still write decently.
Donkey Kong was fixated on the sloppy, sliding curves of his rival's sweaty ass. Every slap,
it'd shudder and gyrate with even more fat-granted momentum, the lips of King K. Rool's asshole
lewdly kissing and air and just begging to be teased open with yet another claw. Donkey Kong
hand't noticed, but his nearly footlong erection was already leaking fat dollops of thick gorilla skeet
all over the shared ship floor.
"See something you like," the lizard dictator teased. Donkey couldn't remember why he was
there, thoughts of his previous precious, the gold banana horde, were slowly replaced with images
of him sliding each and every one into that thick asshole he now slaved over.
His tongue met the hole with an acrid taste. He ooked, involuntarily. His wet prick was now
glistening the soles of King K. Rools heavy feet with smelly semen. Nothing stopped him from
cleaning the folds of the king's feet with that same tongue, earning him moans amid the thick musk
of masculinity. The same taste of the King's asshole greeted him, had the Kremlings been dumping
their lazy loads in the king's hole?
The asshole puckered, and before Donkey knew it, his head was snuggled in. The king
laughed, each exhale producing another contraction that ate his shoulders, his chest, his groin. As
Donkey's cock slid in, it shot heavy globs of the gorilla's dumb cum against the big balls of his asscaptor.
From inside, Donkey could hear the king's rapid heartbeat. Everything but his feet was being
squeezed between the king's musky passageway, the heady scent of sweat and cum driving him
uncomfortably hard yet again.
From the outside, a voice. "My enemy is defeated! His things are mine and his friends
belong to me! Yet again King K. Rool rules!" The thought of his embarrassing defeat drove Donkey
harder. He tried to wriggle out, but those thick lips held him tight.
A Kremling burst into the room. "Dear King, an intruder was spotted in our hold!" The king
shook his head. "That's not how a Kremling greets his king, soldier." "Of course, sir," the Kremling
responded. The sounds of rapid slurping pierced through the anal hold in which Donkey was held.
His prison constricted around him, pushing more cum from the king's bowels into his resisting
mouth. The king shuddered. "That's not enough to apologize for your lack of discretion, assume the
position!" "Yes, sir," the Kremling replied. Donkey felt a breeze of fresh air and something moist
against his feet. Something muscular and hot was shuffling against his back. Two arms surprised
him from behind and something heavy brushed against his asshole.
A whisper in his ear: "Well, well, well, what have we here? The intruder!" Donkey grunted
as the fat weight invaded his asshole. "Don't struggle, intruder, my first time seemed rough, too".
Donkey tried to turn, his still external feet trying to splay, but only successfully stretching
the king's asshole wider. But King K. Rool's ass held taut and the Kremling's arms wrapped around
his chest. The Kremling shoved his cock deeper into Donkey Kong's hole, huffing and panting
directly into the gorilla's ear. "Unf, almost," the Kremling's dick exploded, flooding the erect Kong's
canal with lizard spunk. The Kong felt all of the built up heat leave his body. His now disgraced
dick slid against his pecs, and bathed itself in his second orgasm of the day. "Please..." he
murmured, his eyes half-lidded. The Kremlings talons entered his asshole, scooped up some of the
semen, and shot into his begging mouth. "Not yet..."
Donkey Kong's body was wracked with pain from all the squeezing and grinding of the
king's sphincter. Muscle was building all over his body. His weak, round muzzle was extending
deeper into the king's ass, more scents of wild debauchery reaching his nose. It was as if the hole
was his home, and anything outside was exceptional.
"Alright, soldiers, enough fun, it's time to leave," the king barked. Heavy peristalsis
suddenly stopped, and excretionary flows carried to two out in a wave of stale semen.
The first thing Donkey noticed was his smooth, colorful skin. He looked at the Kremling
that was bundled into him. The Kremling grinned. Donkey was no longer a proud gorilla, but a
member of that desperate race, the Kremlings. "At attention," their king growled. Donkey felt his
body tense as his right hand rose to his brow. Semen sloughed off from every surface. "Hail King K.
Rool," the two Kremlings announced, pints of lizard cum surging from their cocks and covering
their chests with reverence.