DKC 1 - Donkey, 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, so after I woke up one morning and decided to write Diddy's side of the story, I decided to write Donkey's side. I have some ideas for a few other stories in this world, but I don't know if I'm going to follow up on them.
Again, 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. Hint.
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. Donkey yelled as he fell deeper into the mine, sliding down the wall to slow himself. He was a hundred feet down when he finally hit bottom, he guessed, and wasn't too worse for the wear. He'd seen Diddy make it onto the path, so he'd probably finish the area and make it out by himself, knowing the little prodigy, leaving Donkey to find a way out on his own. But first, he needed to close his eyes a bit. Tough as he was, that kind of fall took the wind out of him...
As he woke up, Donkey became aware of his surroundings. It was still a mine, dimly lit with normal light (it looked about as light as dusk might on the surface), but down here was where the actual mining had been carried out - the upper routes were just for transportation. He looked around and saw signs of mining, of course, and some tools, a couple of carts - and one Rockkroc, its red eyes gleaming at him, almost curiously Donkey thought. As he got up, the Rockkroc jumped in surprise and tried to get away, but he was fully rested and easily caught up to it.
He thought about just beating it to a pulp, but remembered what he was supposed to be doing. In case Diddy was unable to get an accurate count upstairs (unlikely), it would help to just ask one. So Donkey grabbed the Rockkroc, intending to throw it against the wall for a further pounding - but instead it hit the wall and fell down, moaning in pain.
Donkey stood before it, ready to roll into it if its pain turned out to be an act. "...What's the matter, Kremling?" he asked, after a few uncomfortably long moments.
The Rockkroc, still in some pain, turned itself slowly until it was on its hands and knees in front of Donkey, its head to the ground. "Forgiveness! Compassion! Mercy!"
"Why? You never showed us any!" He prodded the Rockkroc with his foot, to no real reaction.
"That was under orders from King K. Rool - not all of us follow him willingly..." it gasped.
"So? You're still following him."
"And we hope for you Kongs to free us..."
"That bad? We might enslave you, force you to work in these mines for the rest of your lives. We might beat you all day, every day - in the sunlight, so you'll really feel it."
The Rockkroc looked up, its red eyes looking into Donkey's, tears dripping. "Beat me now, to death if you must." Donkey could hear no shame in the Rockkroc's words.
Donkey sighed. This was a new one, maybe even worth writing up. "Explain. Why are you so desperate to leave K. Rool?"
Cumsponge was overjoyed that the Kong was willing to hear it out. It explained how not all of the Kremlings willingly came under K. Rool's (it happily dropped the 'King' for the first time in... a very long time, following the Kong's example), as he'd simply taken over communities at a time. Most of the Rockkrocs came willingly, but a few were forced, and the willing ones were ...mean towards the resisters. The 28 patrolling the higher areas had their own class system, but they were all superior to the 4 in the lower areas, which included Cumsponge. It had been used as a relief slave for some time now, and was tired of that. This system was common under K. Rool's rule, which was why it wanted to leave.
The Kong watched - impassively? Kong expressions were a little different, and sometimes weren't easy to discern - as it spoke, not asking a single question until the end. "Fine. What would you do to leave K. Rool's forces?"
"Anything."
"And are all 4 used as... 'relief slaves', or just you?"
"The other three perform odd jobs. I am the relief slave."
"What is your name?"
"Cumsponge."
"Seriously?! What kind of mother-"
"It is the name I was given by Boss's mate Anal, when I became the relief slave."
"...what is your real name?"
This was confusing. It had been so long... "I no longer have... any other name?"
"Dang." The Kong thought for a minute. "Why are you the relief slave?"
No, not that question... "I do not wish to say..." it said, breaking off eye contact for the first time and glancing around.
The Kong crossed his arms, looking more intimidating than before. "You're really not in a position to refuse."
"Beat it out of me, then," it whimpered. There had been a small glimmer of hope, that it would survive and go home, but not so much now.
"Fine." Cumsponge flinched when the Kong moved forward, expecting a kick. Instead, the Kong picked it up with warm, meaty hands nearly the size of its head and sat down on an upturned mine cart, then threw it over his warm, thick legs. "Let me know when you want to talk," he growled.
It barely noticed its tail being pulled up and out of the way, barely felt the first hard SLAP on its ass, it was so overwhelmed by the sudden consummation of its longtime fantasy. The second SLAP hurt, though, as did the third SLAP, fourth SLAP, fifth SLAP, sixth SLAP... They hurt, they hurt good and warm.
The Kong suddenly stopped, hand in mid-air. "What the hell, Kremling?" He lifted it up to take a better look. "Are you - are you getting hard from this?!"
There was no denying it - its dick, smallish for a Rockkroc, was beginning to poke out. "...yes," it answered meekly.
"...is this why you're the relief slave?" the Kong asked hesitantly.
"...yes." It closed its eyes, waiting to be dropped to the floor or thrown against a rock wall. Instead, it was gently lowered to the ground. "Huh?"
"Okay, now I'm just curious. What, exactly, is up with you?" The Kong sat back down on the cart, looking confused. "No more hesitation."
Donkey listened to the explanation. Apparently ...this Rockkroc (he could barely bring himself to even think the name, he found it so distasteful) was discovered to be a natural masochist some time back, in addition to being naturally submissive and a little on the small side, and that had put it on the lowest rung of Rockkroc society (apparently a tiny one, enough that most of the Rockkrocs it knew existed were in this one mine, leaving the young and old behind). In addition - and here 'Sponge' became hugely embarrassed - it had become aware of its own huge fetish for warmbloods. Like the Kongs. Without ever meeting one in person, it harbored more sexual attraction towards them than its own race, thanks to stories it had heard from some Rockkroc named Boss (Donkey, trying not to show panic at having to fight a giant Rockkroc, managed to confirm that that was just its name) who was at the top of the ladder in this mine. Apparently some Kremlings had encountered some Manky Kongs, and that started a lot of rumors...
"I think I understand. You were getting a hardon because I'm warm and I was spanking you?" His face felt a little flushed as he said it.
"...yes."
"But you're male! You're all male! I've never even seen a single female Kremling!"
"Kremling females..." Sponge hesitated a little, probably trying to speak tactfully. "...look more like Kremling males, than your females look like your males. We are born from eggs..."
"Oh. No, wait - you still have a dick!"
To Donkey's surprise Sponge slowly got up. It turned away from him, then bent over, moving its tail out of the way. With its hands, it reached behind and spread the scales just below its anal opening and just above its balls - there was a pussy there. "We Rockkrocs are all like this. Many types of Kremlings are too," it said, sounding disconcertingly short of breath all of a sudden.
"That explains a lot..."
"...you must have many mates, Kong."
"The name's Donkey."
"...Donkey." It took a couple of deep breaths before continuing. "I... I am - this slave available for your relief, Donkey." It spread its pussy open a little wider with one pair of fingers and began spreading its anus with another pair.
On the one hand, it had been a while since he'd last spent any time with Candy. On the other hand, he was trying to drive these reptiles out of his homeland. It also wasn't sitting well with him that this one was apparently getting gang-raped on a regular basis, however much it had resigned itself to its station. But it horrified Donkey to feel his own dick warming up for a marathon.
It smelled the air. There was a new smell besides the dank, nostalgic odor of the mine, something it smelled when the other Rockkrocs were approaching it with lecherous intent - but different. Its wildest dreams were coming true, gradually, step by step. The warmblooded Kong was at least physically interested in it. "It- It would feel better for you if this slave were to wet you down... Master?"
"I'm not your master." Donkey's breathing had changed, and he seemed distracted when he said it. No surprise, with his dick poking out the way it was as he sat - not fully hard yet, but there were techniques for that that were hopefully cross-species - and he was clearly trying to hide his arousal. "Why are you doing this?"
"You have spared this slave-"
"Don't talk like that. You're not a slave." He got up and paced around, avoiding eye contact.
"Then, your servant?"
"That's still..."
"Please let me thank you."
"Your words are enough."
"My body is more." It got back onto its hands and knees and lifted its tail. "Your mates will never know. Please," it whimpered, looking back at him.
Donkey sighed. "No, I have a better idea."
Absolutely nothing about the Rockkroc was appealing, Donkey thought, from its glowing red eyes to its scaly, mud green body (which became dirty white around the front torso), to its unsettling breathing and off-putting smell (like a rotting swamp plus whatever passed for spooge among Rockkrocs, but nothing so bad Donkey couldn't ignore) - but there was one thing he'd always been a little curious about. He sat back down on the mine cart, spread his legs, and scooted forward so his balls were free-hanging and his dick was available for worship. "Suck. If I feel any teeth, I'll kill you."
He watched as Sponge hesitated. "We cannot suck like warmbloods can, but... May I instead worship your magnificent dick with my tongue, Master?"
'Magnificent', huh. Its insistence on submission was having an effect, grinding down his resistance and, he didn't want to admit out of principle, turning him on. "Sure, but I said, I'm not..." Sponge practically leapt forward open-mouthed, and was licking the length of Donkey's (not too large, but still impressively sized) dick. "Ahhh - your tongue is... soft?" Aside from the coolness, it reminded him not of the sharp-mouthed creature on hands and knees on the ground under him, but of Candy Kong, and her sweet, sweet pussy. No - it was more than that. It was a delicious pussy - wet, deep, inviting, satisfying - and a mouth - twisting, inhaling, breathing - combined. He didn't know Kremlings could have prehensile tongues like the one making him hard, wrapping itself around his dick more satisfyingly than a hand ever could.
And so wet, too - Sponge wasn't living up to the name he'd stuck it with! He could feel the Rockkroc's saliva dripping off of his thighs. Candy had never blown him like this - she'd always been clean and practically wiped up after herself, seeing it as purely foreplay for them instead of relief for him. He'd never known how satisfying a sloppy blowjob actually was, and if it kept on going, Donkey WAS going to cum. The smell that had bothered him a little at first, combined with that of the mine, was quickly becoming tolerable as his growing lust made distractions like that and the cool ambient temperature a memory.
"You're good at this, Sponge..." The eyes of the Rockkroc showing its appreciation below him appeared to brighten a little, which he took as a sign that it was happy - that it reacted so well to something that wasn't much of a compliment made him pity it a little. In response, it looped its tongue around his dick tightly and began sliding up and down, up and down, at a speed that was uncomfortable in a highly pleasurable way. "Slow down - you want me to cum?"
It 'smiled' again, and brought its hands up to Donkey's thighs. He jumped a little at the touch - cold and clammy, not helped at all by them belonging to a Kremling - but figured it was trying to please him further and let it go. Using the support and better angle, Sponge began moving its head as well as its tongue. "OOOoooh! Ahhhh, ah. That's really good, but..." Donkey was getting just a little too close to the edge and tried to push its head away, but it did its best to not let go. "Hey, c'mon - I'm gonna cum. Let go, I'm gonna cum! Hey!" He tried to hold off, for Sponge's sake, but it just felt too good, after too long of a gap, and he could feel the cum churning in his balls and...
The cum burst through his dick like an uncorked dam, pumping into Sponge's waiting mouth. It had tilted downward at the last second, apparently sensing the coming eruption, and was making happy, high-pitched whines as it received its pearly reward. Yet it continued to rub Donkey's dick, even well after he'd finished, until he finally pushed it off. "That was amazing - strongest cum ever," he gasped, reclining back onto the wall a little. "You're not gonna swallow, are you...?"
Cumsponge turned the load over in its mouth as it looked up into its Kong's eyes with adoration. Normally it didn't like to give blowjobs, finding the taste of its fellow Rockkrocs' sperm to be inedibly sour besides tasting like a concentrated form of their scent - and besides that, they liked to abuse it that way - but the Kong's... But Donkey's...
No. Its new Master's dick tasted salty and unwashed - of strength and vitality, since he had probably gotten that way by fighting through to the mine - but also of virile masculinity; there was something there that the hermaphroditic Rockkrocs just didn't have and never would, and it thirsted for that hitherto unknown quality. And aside from that, his precum was sweet and oddly creamy, and so was his actual sperm. It was a little sour, of course, that came with it being sperm - and yet it was addictive. If he had demanded blowjobs every hour, on the hour, Cumsponge would happily comply and beg for more. In fact, it wanted to beg now. Beg to forever be under the master Kong, willing to receive any punishment he wished to bequeath, happily clean out his mates after a marathon orgy just for a chance to taste closer to him.
So, as its new master watched in surprise, Cumsponge swallowed. And swallowed a second time. "So much - and so delicious."
"...Delicious? Cum?"
"Rockkroc sperm is... not. Too much meat in our diets, I think. Kongs eat lots of bananas, so..."
"That's what you've heard? We do eat other things, you know."
"Please, more?"
"You're joking." He sighed, a little annoyed. "First of all, I just came, so it's going to take a while..." He looked down and saw his dick. It hadn't deflated at all, and thanks to Cumsponge's saliva, it was even a little more engorged than before. "...and second, as much as I'm supposed to like taking advantage of my enemies wherever I go, maybe hear the lamentations of the females too, I do have a ...mate. I don't know how you Kremlings do it, but we don't go around taking every body, warm or cold, just because we might have a hardon."
No, no, no, no. It couldn't let the new master leave, not yet. It had to get more. "Let me please you. I will do anything."
"No, you're not. You're going to let me do something first." He hopped down, maybe a little unsteady from what appeared to be a world-shaking orgasm. "Roll onto your back."
"Yes, master," it whimpered, feeling apprehension and fear. Usually, its being on its back meant that its legs would be grabbed and spread apart, then the Rockkroc it was currently relieving would step on its hardening dick and soft balls. Roughly and repeatedly, to punish Cumsponge for daring to have an erection while it was serving as a relief slave, after which it was expected to thank them and beg to relieve them again. It had hoped its new master would be gentler, but it seemed that this wasn't going to be the case. It spread its legs, ready to take punishment for its small, erect dick. "I am ready."
"Huh? No, no. I'm not going to touch that," he motioned at its dick. "I don't like males."
"Then...?" It barely had time to register surprise, when Donkey snaked his massive arms under its knees and grabbed its sides, then lifted it above his head where it was completely helpless, small erection flopping around uselessly.
"I'm returning the favor. Don't want to let anyone think that Kongs cum and run, after all."
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and brought Sponge's waist closer to his mouth. It smelled even more of that strong rotten swamp smell, with an additional layer of musk that he hadn't noticed before, and under normal circumstances it would take a miracle for him to bring himself closer to it - but he was horny. Not just horny, but aroused in a way that he'd never been before. His dick was rock hard and ready to penetrate anything softer than itself, no matter if Candy found out or not - at this point, he'd do her and Sponge at the same time. But that was for later. Donkey was tough in both body and mind - it would take something more than rampant hormones and lust to push him out of control.
Looking up at Sponge, he saw that its pussy was still underneath its smallish ballsack, and smelled far more strongly of that musk than swamp - so strongly, he could taste it, as his tongue snaked towards it. It had occurred to him that Sponge, being coldblooded, might be reacting to heat, so he made sure to move slowly, breathing out hot breath as deeply as he could - and did it react!
The master was toying with it now. It knew that heat was its personal aphrodisiac, and that was why he was breathing so heavily. "Aaaaaah?!" it cried out, as the painfully warm tongue slowly licked up its pussy lips and lit a small fire inside. Rockkrocs had shallow, narrow pussies that were used for breeding only, and were barely capable of feeling an order of magnitude less pleasure than their dicks could (this apparently applied to many other kinds of Kremlings as well, but it could only speak with certainly about its own race) - but now they were playing by a different set of rules. Warmblood rules. Wherein the female felt as much, if not more, pleasure as the male.
"Haaaaagh?!" With the second long, slow, WARM lick down its lips, it began to recall the rumors that- "Nnnnnggh?!" The third lick ruined its concentration. What rumors?
"You like this, huh. Tell me why, Sponge."
"Waaaarm, soft, gentle, kind..." It couldn't really think for the rush of lust burst throughout its body from its pussy, and just started saying the words that were in its mind at the moment.
"Kind... Then you're going to love this." Donkey turned Cumsponge around so its tail, when it moved it, could rest on his head. Then its new master, forever its master, pushed his face into its nethers - and kissed its lips.
The heat it could feel where its master was touching its body was one thing - surface heat, erotic and stirring through its scales only because the heat came from its wonderful master - but the heat it felt from its master's lips... "HaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaAAAaaa..." For the first time in Cumsponge's life, and likely for the first time in recent memory among all Kremlings, it came from pussy stimulation. Hard and sudden, quick to end, but wonderful.
As it immediately became unable to keep its muscles in check, Cumsponge sort of collapsed on its master's arms and head. "Did you, did you just cum?" Donkey asked.
It was a little while before Cumsponge's mind awoke. "Master, I wish to be your relief slave, your body-cleaner, your foot-washer. I shall follow you anywhere and do anything for you. I will tie off my dick and balls and never use them again. My feet will never see use - I will crawl everywhere to clean your feet..." it babbled. There was no part of its master's body it didn't want to explore and clean with its tongue, and all it wanted in return were more of those orgasms.
"No. I'm on a quest - in fact, I shouldn't be spending so much time here. Diddy's probably waiting for me..." He lowered Cumsponge down and leaned it against the wall.
"But your dick. It's so hard - you must need relief."
"I'm not a Kremling - I can walk this off." He got up, and began to walk away, his fully, painfully erect dick bobbing along with each step, his balls now free of their sheath and stuck in freefall beneath his body.
It couldn't end like this, thought Cumsponge. It needed to feel that large, warm dick inside of its ass. That warm, sweet cum needed to drip down its legs. It needed to clean its master...
Cumsponge willed its body into movement...
Donkey wondered what exactly he was going to do. He couldn't just run through the rest of the mine like this, his dick larger than ever, his balls out and ready to go. And he certainly wasn't going to take further advantage of Sponge like that, even if it was mutually consensual. The poor thing deserved better, an environment where it could gain some self-respect - maybe it needed to be taken away from its fellow Rockkrocs, and brought in with the Kongs? No, bad idea. It would offer itself to every Kong it could find, at that rate, before recovering from its abuse.
Now, what to do about his hardon, he wondered, but before he could really come to a conclusion he heard a shuffling from behind him. He turned around to see Sponge crawling towards him, drooling and whimpering. "More, more..." it repeated, until it reached Donkey and embraced his leg. "Let me come with you - I will serve you, a-and all your friends and mates?" It began licking his leg and foot. "You taste sooo delicious..."
"That's not reassuring." He lifted his foot to get away, only for Sponge to start licking the underside, whimpering happily. "Let me ask you something," he began with a sigh, "do you like this? Are you happy being here, or being, uh, under someone?" It didn't respond and continued to lick. As much as Donkey wanted to leave without causing problems, it was looking like his only options were to exhaust the Rockkroc, or knock it out (which would likely kill it without green light), and he wasn't really willing to be the latest in a long line of abusers.
So he decided to play by its rules. "Cumsponge. Present yourself." When it didn't stop licking his foot, he pressed down with it, pinning its head to the mine floor - hard enough to cause some pain as it began to whimper from the pain, but not enough to do permanent damage. "Did you not hear me, Cumsponge?"
"Yes master, sorry master, forgive me master."
He lifted off and it immediately jumped into a kneeling position, its rear facing Donkey, tail lifted. "That's better. Now spread open your pussy lips." Cumsponge complied with a happy-sounding chirp.
"Master, I-"
"I never said you could speak. And for that..." He picked it up again and put it on its feet, bent over. "Don't move away," he told it, holding its tail up roughly, and SLAPped its cold rear.
"..........!!!" All Donkey heard was a tiny high-pitched at the upper end of his hearing as its eyes snapped closed and its jaw clenched. It was trying so hard not to scream. Between the warm feeling from his leg and foot where it had licked him, and the additional encouragement he'd felt through his domination, his lust began rising again - and he welcomed it. With a grin he SLAPped again, this time aiming a little lower, and caught its cheeks, lips, and balls under his large hand. "mmmmmmm...!!!" it let out, despite its best attempts to stay silent.
"Oh, did that hurt?" He SPANKed it again, normally this time, figuring that too much pain in its sensitive areas made him no better than its original torturers.
"aaaa..." it gasped.
"I told you not to speak." He reached down and grabbed its snout, holding it closed and turning it so he could look into its eyes. "How many times have you disobeyed your ...new master, Cumsponge?" He let go enough for it to answer - it remained silent. "Good. Five more."
SMACK - "Mmm!" SMACK - "Rrrmm!" SMACK - "Rrrrrgh!" SMACK - "RrRra- Mmm!" "Last one." SMACK - "raaaA-MMm!"
Master Donkey let go of its tail after that last one, and it could only fall to the floor. In addition to the pain spreading from its rear, the orgasm from earlier was still resonating through its limbs - there was just no way it could keep standing. "Speak, Cumsponge. What do you want?"
"To serve and relieve Master Donkey," it gasped out, "Forever." It looked up - Master seemed to be please with the answer.
"Very well. Get up and relieve me." He waited a few moments, amused, as it remained on the floor. "You ...crave more punishment?"
He had to know it couldn't possibly get up after all that, but it tried anyway. The best it could do was crawl to his legs and pull itself up, feeling his impressive muscles underneath warm fur. "How shall Cumsponge relieve you, Master Donkey?"
"Hmm. How about this?" He reached down and grabbed its tail again, lifting it one-handed so they were face to face - and grinned. "What do you taste like?"
Taste...? Rockkroc, probably, but... It realized what he was asking when he spun it around, once again facing its pussy. This time he didn't hesitate, and it felt something soft, warm, and moist pass through its pussy lips and into - "aaaaaaa-mmm." If it was possibly for a tongue to be rough, his was, turning and twisting inside of its pussy. The heat of his tongue passed directly into its pussy walls, where it became boiling lust like it had never felt before, and Cumsponge quickly began to feel that muscle-melting tingling throughout its body again. "haaaaaaaa," it moaned, as what little friction Master Donkey's tongue had was multiplied by its heat as it rubbed against the formerly near-useless genitalia - which it was now thinking of as a 'pleasure box'. "aaaaaaahhhhh!"
It had been keeping its eyes closed - or rather, the near-orgasmic forces cascading throughout its body had been forcing its eyes closed - but they opened in surprise when it felt Master Donkey's warm fingers pushing their way into its mouth. He was trusting it not to bite down, obviously, and began playing with its tongue, rubbing his thick warm fingers across it and rubbing it between - they tasted of that same salty combination of warm Kong masculinity that his dick did, but to a lesser degree and with a bit of dirt.
It liked the master-flavored dirt.
The introduction of something to suckle and tongue was almost too much for Cumsponge, and it tried holding off the inevitable orgasm, just so it would have some energy left to properly please Master Donkey - but between the sensation of being fucked in two of its holes was a torrential downpour of orgasmic potential, and that potential was nearly... "Mathser, peese. 'eth me peese 'ou - haaaaAAAAAA..."
Master Donkey, in response, began humming. That vibration was the final straw needed to tip the balance, and all of Cumsponge's practiced patience broke apart. Its mind went white and blanked out while the burning pleasure lightened its way through its body, from toeclaw to teeth, starting with its now-warm pussy. Its world was pleasure. Its life was pleasure. Its only emotion and thought was pleasure...
Donkey sighed. Maybe he'd overdone it? The little submissive had fainted out and was hanging limp by its tail, so he carefully lowered it to the ground. Now what? He'd intended to use it to burn off his throbbing hardon - well, he could always jack off, of course, and having seen something like that... It came harder and longer than he'd ever seen out of Candy, and she came hard.
So, not really having much choice anymore, slipped his hand down to his dick and started jerking one out. That his hand had been coated with a generous helping of Cumsponge's saliva, already warm to a comfortable temperature thanks to body heat, was a nice bonus.
...Something was different. Masturbation didn't usually feel so good. It was supposed to be a stopgap for when an appropriate mate's wet holes weren't available, but now it felt like - it felt better than that time Candy sucked him off while Diddy was in the other room. He'd noticed the increase in his lust when he started eating Cumsponge out, and began to wonder if its fluids were having an effect on him, like an aphrodisiac. But who cared why, it felt awesome!
Still, there was no sense in just spooging cum everywhere at the first opportunity - and besides, Donkey preferred to prolong and edge whenever possible. He stayed at the very tip of orgasm for some time, feeling that exquisite pain in his balls and dick , until he saw that Cumsponge was beginning to wake up.
Wow. Who knew a pussy could feel so good. Cumsponge felt like it had just been struck by lightning a few times. For the second time in a very short period, it was waking up to find that it had lost control of its body. Getting up wasn't an option this time, and speaking was barely on the table. It could, at best, moan out simple phrases like "Uuuuuuuuuagain..." or "Maaaasteeer" - and whether it wanted to or not, they were full of adoration for the being it wished to please for the rest of its life.
It took a few moments for it to realize that Master Donkey was talking to it. "Are you awake, Cumsponge?" He sounded a little concerned, a little desperate.
A couple of failed starts later, Cumsponge managed to reply "yes master..."
"Sorry to wake you, but do you mind getting back here and finishing me off? Seems like a waste to just spray this all over the floor..."
There was no time for it to be paralyzed from the eyes down - it forced movement out of its arms and legs, but it could only manage to crawl over to Master Donkey again. And since there was nothing else it could really do, it stayed on its knees and elbows, and presented itself for inspection. "Forgive me, master, but I cannot move," it struggled to say. "Please use me however you wish."
Without a word, Master Donkey leaned down, lined up his dick, full of life-giving hot sperm ready to burst out at a moment's notice, and forced his way into Cumsponge's tiny pussy. It was unused to sex there - the Rockkrocs preferred anal sex for fun, where their dicks could actually slide all the way in - and was probably a virgin by Kong standards, but such a huge dick in such a tiny little box didn't hurt. Just the opposite, in fact - it felt so good it hurt. It was already sopping wet from before, and Master Donkey's dick was so warm and comfortable...
Jeez, Cumsponge was tight. He knew it was tight from having eaten it out, but it didn't feel like his dick was sliding into the pussy of someone deservedly named Cumsponge - instead, it felt like he was fucking a kid. "You're tight. Too tight..." He pushed forward slowly, not wanting to hurt it, but bottomed out before he'd gotten halfway in. "And tiny too."
Cumsponge didn't respond. Looking down at its face, it seemed to be nearly catatonic with pleasure, its breathing quick and its tongue lolling around, as if it was trying to taste the sex in the air for that extra burst of pleasure. It was enjoying this, more than anything by the looks of it. "Alright then." He began thrusting in and out of its warming pussy, the smell of interspecies sex filling the air. He'd never smelled anything quite like it - it smelled wrong somehow, and filthy, and the best thing in the world. If it hadn't been so submissive they might have felt like they were both dominating the other, using their bodies to force the common act of sex into the most pleasurable set of sensations possible.
As it was, Cumsponge's pussy gripped his dick so tightly that, even though he'd been just about ready to cum before, it actually felt like he was being squeezed too tightly for anything to spurt out - the ultimate cock ring. Which meant that he could keep on fucking it good and proper for a lot longer than he'd thought, and probably longer than it thought too if it had the ability to think right now. It took a while, but eventually it felt like Cumsponge had gotten used to his girth - and then he pounced! Or not - rather, he grabbed Cumsponge's body for additional leverage and began thrusting, slowly and laboriously due to the tightness and lack of depth.
Candy was never this tight - hell, Diddy probably wasn't this tight either! - and as he thrust in and out, in and out, he worried less and less about the fact that he was cheating on her, or that he wasn't rushing to meet up with him. All he cared about now was the unforeseen pleasure Cumsponge was giving him, and how it was apparently going to let him fuck until he couldn't fuck any more. Oh, and the impending orgasm, that too. The one that was fighting both his tightened dick and what little mental strength he had to postpone it with, that one.
But he hadn't forgotten himself so much that he wouldn't ask permission. "Hey Cumsponge? I gotta cum, bad. Cumsponge?"
Cumsponge was aware that Master Donkey was talking to it again, and that he was expecting a response, but it was even more aware, by an order of magnitude, that his massive dick was pumping in and out of its pussy. It had actually been cumming the entire time he was inside, and more powerfully than ever before, so its mind was completely white. Still, it managed to gasp out "cum...? yes...!" and hoped that that would be enough.
That sounded like a 'yes', so Donkey increased his thrusts, feeling the cum boiling in his balls and his groinal muscles tensing - all of his muscles tensed, actually. He stopped gripping Cumsponge like a lover - soft and gently, so it wouldn't feel threatened by the massive inequity in their relative levels of strength - and started digging into its sides a bit, so he could really start pounding. The extra bit of physical aggression pushed him over, and he came, spurting huge globs of simian cum into his awaiting reptilian partner. The pleasure washed over him like suddenly stepping out from the shade into hot sunlight, and he lost track of the number of spurts in the brightness of it all. Cumsponge's pussy was soon overflowing, and his cum leaked out over the exposed part of his dick, looking a little like mashed banana - and smelling like it too, thanks to the combination of their juices.
Eventually he pulled out when the orgasm subsided, leaving Cumsponge with more cum that it would know what to do with - and if they'd been the same species, would have resulted in offspring, no doubt. It dribbled down its legs and onto the floor, some of it even ending up on its tail when he let it drop back down. Seeing it, Donkey felt proud of his load and savored the enhanced feeling of masculinity it gave him. By now he'd given in completely to the lust and wanted to cover the Rockkroc with his sperm, wanted to fill all its holes and its belly with his cum, marking it as his and rendering it unusable to anyone else, Kremling or Kong. He retained just enough sanity to ask himself why that was, and found that, despite pumping out the biggest load it ever had, his dick was still as hard as ever and ready for a few more rounds.
"Hey Cumsponge, wake up." He tapped it gently on the head, until its eyes finally opened. "You okay?"
"Yes, Master Donkey..." it said, devoting considerable effort into getting its lolling tongue to cooperate.
"I'm still hard, so I'm going to fuck your ass, okay?"
It closed its eyes again and nodded, which caused its tongue to fall out a little. Drool was plainly dripping down from its mouth, as though it were a natural thing to be expected. "And why don't you jack yourself off?" he commanded, recalling how it had displayed its groin earlier with the expectation of punishment. "For being a good slave." To encourage it, he leaned down towards its face, inhaled the immoral scent of its cum-stained breath and drool (which he'd discovered to be an unexpected turn-on for him when he tried it with Candy once, and was learning that it worked with Cumsponge as well) - and kissed its cheek.
Lips! Warm lips, Master's warm lips - they were touching its cheek. Kissing it! He was allowing it to cum, was going to fuck it again, and even kissed its cheek... There was no longer any hesitation - Cumsponge belonged to Master Donkey. It would attack and kill Kremlings - fellow Rockkrocs, even - if he asked it to. It would serve as relief slave to his entire clan, all at once or one at a time, if he asked it to. It would raise his young and clean his mates without any desire for its own needs, if he asked it to. There was no Cumsponge anymore, really - there was whatever Master Donkey asked for. And now it had asked for a good fucking, even allowing it to cum from its dick - it had been so long, since before they came to the mine.
As it was lost in feelings of what it hoped was love, Master Donkey had pulled up its tail and was lining his hot, loving dick with its soft asshole. Suddenly, he plunged in, and Cumsponge was forcibly brought back to the world, where there was nothing but pleasure, giving and receiving. It had long since admitted to itself, and forced to do so publicly to everyone else, that it enjoyed being used for anal sex more than being able to fuck (and that had been part of the reason it was made the relief slave - as long as it was going to enjoy being made to take it more than any other Rockkroc...). There were times, especially recently when it was growing exhausted with constant abuse, when it wondered if being so sensitive to anal was a blessing or a curse - and now, as Master Donkey plowed through its anal cavity, spreading the familiar ache of ecstasy as it thrust in and out, it could only consider it a blessing.
Of course, there was the slight problem that, now that wave after wave of hot lust was pounding through its body, it was having some difficulty lifting its arm up to jerk itself off...
Donkey was in heaven as he stood above Cumsponge and plowed in and out of its tantalizingly soft ass - not as tight as its pussy, but his dick fit all the way in, snug and caressed. In fact, it felt like it was consciously massaging him inside, making him feel even bigger inside an even smaller orifice. It was even beginning to feel warm, of all things - it might be more surprising if he hadn't been working Cumsponge over as much as he had, but feeling a formerly cold body turn warm was a little weird. Or 'exotic' - exotic worked too. And then soon he'd be pounding a hot ass, one that burned the cum out from his balls - oh, no, the warm one was working just fine, his balls told him, as he felt that twitch deep inside.
He had time to slam into Cumsponge one last time before the sensation completely enveloping his dick forced him over the edge again, pulsing spurt after spurt of fresh, raw sperm into somewhere deep beyond the entrance to its other pleasure hole as he pressed in as deep as he could go. It felt like minutes before he could see again in the barely-lit mine, and he realized that he was slumped over onto Cumsponge a little from the combined exhaustion it had given him through sexual gratification - and he was still hard, deep inside the other mine.
"Hey, Cumsponge? You awake?" Without sliding out at all, Donkey turned it over so that it was on its back, its tail lolled out on the floor with its limbs. As buzzed out as he felt, he was still capable of speech and movement - Cumsponge was so out of it that it would barely rate anything on an intelligence test, and was now nothing more than some dumb beast, living only for its next fuck and cum. And he'd made it that way - something to be proud of. "Guess not. I wasn't kidding when I said you should jerk yourself off. You really have earned it..." Still no answer, although a nod of the head indicated that it had heard. "See, the thing is, I'm still hard. So I'm going to fuck you again, in your ass, on your back. You are allowed to, uh, ejaculate. Do you need help?"
...
...
...Cumsponge heard all that Master Donkey had said. This day, which had started out so poorly with reports that the Kongs would be entering the mine, had become the best day of its relatively young life. It wanted to comply with Master Donkey's command - no, no, his request. If he'd commanded it might be a little less devoted to it now - no, if he'd only commanded, yes, that was it. It wanted to comply, but didn't have the strength to move its hand or communicate this lack of muscle control. So it was to its complete and utter surprise when Master Donkey picked up its hand and placed it on its dick.
"Like I said, I'm not touching that. It's your dick, you deal with it." The Rockkroc seemed surprised that he would help it masturbate - as near as he could tell what its emotions were, anyway, what with it being so dazed. "Okay, now squeeze, squeeze - good Cumsponge." He wasn't too happy about watching a scaly hand jerk a dick off under him, but this position was the only way he could help it cum. "Here I go, get ready..."
He lined up again, and slid into the warm ass, pushing in all the way down to his balls in one go. "Hhhhrrrr, Haaaa," he breathed as he pumped in and out, slow and deep. As he did so, he moved Cumsponge's hand, gripping its dick, up and down, in time with his own thrusts. After a few pumps, he realized that the angle wasn't helping - he was having to fuck while squatting down, using only one hand for leverage on an ass that was almost flat on the ground while using his other hand to help it jerk off. Strong as he was, this just wasn't working. Lying down on top was an option, but not one he wanted to try, since that would put the other dick into his abs, and he didn't want to feel that or the disgusting Kremling cum that was eventually going to spurt out of it.
"Hey, Cumsponge. I need you to help. Here, get up a little - no, wait. Can you move your tail - okay, good. Use it to prop your ass up off the ground - no, a little more, a little more. Damn." It was proving unable to comply - time to get a little rough. SMACK.
Its cheek didn't hurt at first, only stinging the moment after impact and then its nerves were screaming in pain. "M... Master?"
"You've slept enough. I'm letting you please yourself as you take my cum, and is this how you do it?" SMACK, on the other cheek this time.
"Sorry, Master! Forgive me, Master," it whined, face in pain, unable to think except to show submission.
"So are you going to cooperate, or do I need to slap you around?" He raised his hand again, this time ready to backslap.
"Yes, yes, Master Donkey!" It willed life back into its tail, and pushed it against the ground...
As Cumsponge's lower body rose up, so too did Donkey, his dick still firmly wedged deep inside its ass. "Good, good. Now start jerking yourself - and aim towards your own face. I don't want any of your cum on me, understand?" A quick series of nods from the slave affirmed that. He let go of the hand, and saw that it had managed to find the strength to masturbate properly this time. Amazing what a bit of pain would help along.
Donkey began sliding in again, this time at a diagonal angle downwards, pumping his hips with the occasional slight squat. This was a new position for him, though he wasn't about to tell Cumsponge, and the sensation against his balls was a welcome surprise. "Now then, we're going to play a little game," he huffed, in between slow, deep strokes into the slippery, tight ass that hungrily invited, then longed for, then invited - and repeated - his dick. "You're going to cum on your face - but! If you don't cum before me, I'm going to pull out. Now jerk yourself as hard as you can!"
He watched as the slave pumped itself like there was no tomorrow, as though it hadn't ejaculated in a long, long time - which was probably true. As he continued to watch, he noticed that he was feeling turned on by watching the scaly hand jerk below him, and examining himself, it was more that he felt powerful watching a submissive Kremling do his bidding while he fucked its ass, than anything to do with the male organ. It wasn't his, so it wasn't any concern of his if it got off or not.
It wasn't long before he felt that familiar stir in his balls - Cumsponge might not win this one...
It was too much! Too! Much! Master giving punishment, Master's long, hard, HOT dick pounding deep into its bowels, Master's order for it to cum on its face - Cumsponge couldn't hold out.
But it tried. Unfortunately, some of the spooge from earlier dripped down onto its dick, turning the act from a dry handjob to a wet one. And, since it knew that that spooge was a mixture of both Master's and its own love juices (love! for the first time, it actually thought of them as 'love' juices!), it had the effect of a simple, localized aphrodisiac on its dick. Not to mention, it had been hearing, feeling, smelling, tasting, and seeing Master Donkey doing things to it that no other being seemed capable of doing (notably, no one else needed Cumsponge past a single cum, whereas Master Donkey had already blessed it with three separate ejaculations of his own, and given it a couple of incredible orgasms) - how could it possibly hold out?
Still it tried. All too soon, though, it felt the sweet pain in its balls. They wanted to unleash their tiny, impotent, worthless load - but Master Donkey had commanded...
No...
Noooooooo...!!!!!
As Donkey tried to keep his own orgasm further off - and it wasn't easy, with his slave's wonderful ass milking every square inch of his dick and otherwise doing everything in its subconscious power to bathe him in orgasmic bliss - he felt a commotion beneath him. He looked down, and saw Cumsponge moaning variations on "no," and "not yet," while clearly trying to hold off cumming.
That wasn't any fun.
Donkey reached down, still fucking the sweet, sweet ass, and fingered Cumsponge's pussy. "C'mon, slave, lose. Lose for me. Cum as hard as you can. Cum the hardest you ever have. Spray your little load all over your face - do it! Cum! Cum cum cum!"
It tried to resist, but lost. "aaaaAAAAAhhhhhnnnnnnn-NNN! NNN! NNN..." it cried out, as it came. Perhaps because it had been so long, or maybe because it was 'having sex' and not just 'serving', but a large, truly impressive volume of Kremling cum sprayed out and landed on its head and face. And as it finally lost all strength in its limbs, Donkey held it up, slowly pumping in and out, deep and shallow, tense and relaxed...
For some reason, he was turned on by the Rockkroc's tears, its light sobs cacaphonic, yet soothing music to his ears. "Why are you crying?"
"It - that - best cum - couldn't - wanted to - punish..." It tried, and eventually succeeded through sobs and breaths (and a deep, slow, hard, hot anal massage), to explain that it had tried to hold off because Master Donkey had commanded it to, but it failed, and it was the (longest, deepest, heaviest) best ejaculation orgasm it had ever had, but it couldn't hold it, even though it wanted to cum with Master Donkey, and it was ready for whatever punishment he wished to give, but wanted him to use it to cum first...
It was only by stretching his iron will to its limits that Donkey had managed to hold off cumming, and hearing just how devoted Cumsponge was to him - well, there was no way he could just pull out and walk away. "You did good, Cumsponge. So I'm going to reward you..." He was at the absolute limit now, so he went in deep one last time, and as he felt that tickle in his wait-prickled balls he quickly pulled out - "here it is!" - and let spurt after spurt of his hot Kong cum land on Cumsponge's head and face, permanently marking it in both their minds as belonging to the mighty Donkey Kong.
After that last burst, Donkey's dick finally deflated, if a lot more slowly than ever before, as did Cumsponge's - probably because the two opposites were, at last, far too exhausted to continue on, racial aphrodisiacs or not. Donkey had collapsed up against the closest wall he could find and pulled Cumsponge - his Cumsponge - up close to him in a cuddle. Gender, race, physical differences didn't really matter - it just seemed, felt like the right thing to do, after all that. Cumsponge was already out of it, and soon Donkey dozed off as well, into a dreamless, hazy sleep...
"...and that is where K. Rool will be. He is a coward, forcing us all to fight as he watches from his ship. Be careful - he will fire cannonballs at you!"
"I'll be careful." They'd woken some time ago, but were still sitting against the wall, largely because Cumsponge was still unable to move. And because they were enjoying cuddling a little too much. "Anything else you can tell me?"
"He left a giant Necky in charge of operations in this area. It spits coconuts."
"So we'll all have pina coladas - sounds like a blast!" Cumsponge had, as soon as it was awake and coherent, begun talking about as much about the road ahead as it knew, in hopes of keeping its Master safe. If not for the fact that it was still slightly creepy-looking in the poor mine light, it might actually be cute. "Now, I need to get going soon..."
"Oh, please stay a little longer, Master?" What strength it had went into licking the warm Kong fur that seemed to be on all sides of it. "Stay and allow me to pleasure you?"
"You know I can't." At this, Cumsponge looked crestfallen and resigned to it. "But, I tell you what. I'll come back for you. When this is all over, and the other Kremlings are defeated, do you want to come serve me? As a house... uh, 'maid'?"
The Rockkroc looked like it was going to cry again, but held back, just barely. "...yes, Master Donkey."
"Of course, we'll just call you a housemaid - you're really going to be the same Cumsponge you've always been. That sound good?"
"Please allow me to accompany you and beat K. Rool myself?"
"So that's a yes. Good." They laughed. "Oh, and one other thing." He kissed Cumsponge on the lips (at the very front of its long mouth). "You are no longer 'Cumsponge' to me - that's the name some other asshole of a master gave you to use you with. Can you answer to 'Rocka'?"
The smile on Rocka's face, and the tears in its eyes, were answer enough.
After Rocka was able to walk again, it showed Donkey where the way out was - a little tearfully, but happily. It knew Master Donkey kept promises.
Following that path, Donkey eventually found a rope leading back up to the upper level through the mine - no launcher barrels, of course, blasted lazy scouts - and pulled himself up. The orgasmic shakes were still in his muscles, somehow, but he managed. He ended up in a side passage off of the main route he and Diddy were supposed to have gone through, and came out underneath a Stop & Go barrel that was not only too high to reach, there appeared to be no physically possible way to reach it without climbing the wall. (He'd often wondered just what the scouts were thinking, putting useful items high out of reach of both enemy and friend.)
More importantly, the red lights appeared to be stuck on, forcing the Rockkrocs to stay in their immobilized forms. There was very little sound except for the usual ones, and Donkey decided to assume that Diddy had wiped up all meaningful Kremling resistance as he fought his way through. That was just like Diddy, going through and doing everything he himself could, and not just that, but faster and better - he'd even managed to jam the red lights on, somehow! If not for him having an eye for - what was her name, Dixie? - he'd have to keep a close eye on Candy!
As he laughed and made his way up the small plateaus, Donkey thought he could smell something odd in the air that wasn't the mine or the Rockkrocs - sex? Made sense, given how they'd been using Rocka, and set up a system specifically for using Rocka - actually, they could all stay balled-up for the rest of their lives for all he cared, sadistic assholes.
He finally reached the exit sign and checked the back - yep, check mark and enemy numbers, the little genius. It wouldn't be long before he was leading the Kongs, Donkey thought, and made a note to back him up if Dixie ever asked about him. But to do that, he'd have to actually leave the mine...
Outside, the sun was rising and the air tasted clean. Donkey looked around and - yep, Diddy even left markers to show where he'd be waiting. They led him towards a small waterfall and pond - a quick wash was probably the best thing after a trek like that. He looked around, and saw his partner sleeping off to the side, under a lean-to. Better have a wash before the kid woke up and chewed him out for being so late, Donkey thought.