Hot Spring

There is a room in King Dedede's castle, deep underground, and known only to two in all of Pop Star, called simply The Hot Spring Room. It acts as a place of peaceful refuge for the penguin king and his empathetic snail servant. However, the room played host to a particularly disturbing night.

Dedede had every reason to go to the hot spring and drag Escargon along for the night, at least for his own gain and curiosity. In addition to the usual stresses of the king's day at the hands of Kirby and his growing popularity with the people of Pop Star, a nagging question had come to light. "Just what," Dedede wondered as he headed down to the spring "is Escargon?" He stopped to look back at the snail, who was carrying the usual items for the time at the spring, various bath beads, towels, brushes and so on. The pause was enough to arouse suspicion on Escargon's part as well as fears that the king has caught on his own plans for the night. Both brushed their concerns aside once they entered their destination, and both began to set their plans in motion.

Dedede wasted no time in going about the usual business, heading into the changing tent set up near the entrance. Although normally hasty in getting nude, Dedede detoured when done to draw a small hidden camera disguised as a rock from his person, placing it among the others originally found on the dirt floor of the tent. Assured the camera was in place, the naked king marched out proudly, and unaware of the desires it often awoke in his servant. Indeed, Escargon took the regular pleasure in seeing Dedede's flaccid and above average penis flop about, blushing at thoughts of its uses as he made his way into the changing tent.

Escargon closed the changing tent's flap behind him, still nervous as ever at the king's brash, almost child-like way of expressing nudity. Despite this, the servant remained focused on his task ahead, drawing off his brand new shell to produce the one item he hid away from his superior and falling directly in line with Dedede's own trap as the camera began a low whirr in an attempt to gain focus.

Dedede sat hunched and away from the spring while Escargon was away, staring intently at the screen as it gave a from-the-ground view of the tent. He smiled as he saw his servant reach for his shell, and then frowned in anger as he watched his plan fall apart before him. Escargon had his back to the camera as he fiddled with his shell! Dedede leaned his body from side to side in earnest vain, hoping to somehow change the angle the camera was set on. However, his frustration was luckily sated, as he saw his servant turn around with a small jar in his hand. Dedede's eyes widened in joy in certainty of answering his question. The sparkle in his eyes soon faded as his expectations were realized, but his fantasies were not.

Escargon was a male. He was an average built, average hung male, rubbing cream from the jar on himself with his cheeks red from blushing. Dedede had no queen in Escargon, but at the least found solace in keeping a faithful servant to boss around. As Escargon wrapped a towel around his privates, Dedede turned off his device and hopped into the hot spring, acting as if there the whole time.

Escargon exited the changing room with a smile on his face, blissfully unaware of Dedede's tactics, ready to scrub away his and the king's tensions away in the warm water. Dedede smiled awkwardly from the edge of the water as the snail slid by his side with a brush in hand. Escargon's smile also gave hint of questionable intent has he began to run the brush across Dedede's blue torso plumage. Dedede let the warm water and the careful ministrations of his underling take hold of his emotional state, slowly leaning his head back with a relaxed sigh. It was the only sound that could make Escargon ease his body in the same manner, causing the snail to lean himself on the king's wide girth and nervously hide his obvious erection from sight and touch as he continued to clean and comfort Dedede.

Soon enough, King Dedede's whole front was clean of any dirt or food accumulated during the day, and Escargon snapped back to the reality of the situation his planned himself in. This was the moment he had timid fantasies about on a nightly basis. He asked Dedede to lie on his stomach, all according to custom, and the king lazily rolled over as he often did. Traditionally, Escargon's erection would be rendered limp by fears and apprehensions about enacting on his love but his cream had just now begun its intended effect. Despite the constant concerns and the nagging issues that plagued the snail each night in the spring, the cream kept his erection and sexual drive at their unbearable peak. Staring, with full knowledge of his actions, at the king's bountiful rear Escargon decided it was time. It was time to rape the king of Pop Star.

Escargon's hand trembled as it removed the towel standing between Escargon's penis and Dedede's asshole. Dedede sloshed his feet in the water, waiting for his servant to scrub his back and finish their time in the spring. Dedede's eyes shot wide open as he felt something brush against his hole. His concerns about this turn of events only grew as he felt the shaking hand of Escargon along the back of his head, painfully gripping the feathers that were to be brushed and holding the skull where it lay. Escargon gasped as he began to try and poke his penis head into the king's rectum in frustration, desperate for any release he could find. Dedede flapped his arms in pain as he felt his insides become slightly filled with Escargon's needy penis, gritting his teeth as it scrapped along the walls of his lower intestine. Escargon was only capable of shallow, raspy breaths as he thrust in and out of the fat penguin, relishing that nearly every detail gone over in masturbatory fantasies was being fulfilled in spades. The snail shut his eyes tight as he felt himself come closer and closer to climax, grinning at his accomplishment this night. Dedede felt tears sting his eyes as the pain of his sorely pounded ass became worse. Then, as quickly as the act of defilement began, Escargon began to release years of sexual tension and a torrent of cum into whatever open space was free inside of Dedede. As the snail's much needed orgasm faded, so did his erection and feelings of conquest. Without a word, Escargon slid his limp cock out of the white mess that was Dedede's clean ass and slithered out of the room. Dedede was left alone, scared as ever at what had happened. To cope, he turned over and stared at his large erection as it cast a shadow across and along the middle of his stomach, and slowly began to run his hands up and down the shaft, sobbing as he dreamed of a lost queen.