Storm

Escargon lay on his stomach, face flat against the padded floor of his cell, trying to ignore himself and his situation. He could feel noon approaching as he began to slowly lose control of his thoughts, unwanted memories making themselves known right on schedule. Despite the emotions rising in him, the snail resisted moving from his position, especially when he felt the excited eyes of the new Waddle Dee orderly watching him. Anger took priority over his other emotions when the former servant heard his medication bottle rattling in the Waddle Dee's hands, just outside his white cell door and well out of his reach. Just before the asylum walls began to melt away from view, Escargon grit his teeth and prepared himself to relive the event from a week ago, just as his mind forced.

Feeling cold wind for the first time in two days, Escargon pushed himself off the wooden floor, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to will away the hallucination before he became convinced it was real. The sudden clatter of thunder near him forced his eyes to reflexively open and take in the world devised for him. Escargon realized he was in his old room again, but the colors had changed, with object colors enhanced or muted based on importance. Just as Escargon reached for a bright red book, his king entered from his neon green door.

Waddle Dee watched as Escargon got up and reached into open air, tensing for no reason in mid-movement. As Escargon began to show signs of panic and pace his cell, the Waddle Dee showed impatience. The only reason the soldier remained an orderly in the deepest level of Dedede's underground asylum was to watch Escargon, who was taking far longer than usual to get to the action. Just as his frustration with the snail reached its peak, he got an eyeful of Escargon slowly revealing both his male and female genitalia, the snail blushing as he began to work.

Escargon kept his back to King Dedede, attempting to kept interest in either a book he hadn't opened yet or the sound of rainfall outside. However, Dedede refused to let him have a moment of peace, straining his voice to break the snail's concentration.

"Escargon!"

The snail twitched as he was assaulted by an instant of revitalized and intense color that covered the room like a camera flash. Despite the headache starting to form in him, Escargon held his ground and attention towards the book for the first time. Although he had finally succeeded in not turning around, he was unprepared for Dedede's next form of attack. Bordering a scream, Dedede bellowed before Escargon could react.

"Escar-GON!"

The strength of the last syllable made the colors in front of the snail forceful enough to blow him backward towards the penguin. Before he could see again and collect his bearings, Escargon felt himself laying against the large and hot penis of King Dedede, slowly losing his self-control as the heat of the organ began to get to him.

Waddle Dee was transfixed on Escargon as the snail began to scream his own name at his penis, the organ slowly stirring to life each time he yelled. The orderly took note of the word screamed this time, writing it under the last entry from two days ago, "Stop." Looking back up from his sheet, Waddle Dee caught the moment Escargon forced his semi-flaccid penis into his own waiting vagina, losing his balance and making his face hit the cushioned floor as he pressed one organ into the other with both hands, gasping in breath as he did so. When he had pushed his penis in as far as it could go he began a slow mutter of hurried words.

Escargon forgot about his needed medication as he inhaled all the imagined erotic fumes he could get from Dedede's fire-red penis and pleaded for gentleness from his king. He let a sigh of dismay slip out when he felt Dedede’s hands on him. The snail was quickly thrown onto his bed, his body hitting the wooden backboard with a thud, the blow stunning him long enough for Dedede to jump on top of the snail. Escargon struggled to breathe against the smothering mounds of blue feather-textured belly fat that made up much of the king's weight. Dedede's servant deeply inhaled when the penguin lifted himself off the bed in an attempt to find his favorite parts of Escargon. Dedede couldn't suppress his laughter of victory as his groping fingers found their way between the snail's vagina and anus, switching their insertion from one hole to the other in steady rhythm. Escargon looked on from teary eyes as Dedede moved himself back to take up his entire field of vision. Taking all the color of the room for himself and flashing a stinging yellow grin in the snail’s direction, King Dedede continued pushing his greedy fingers into Escargon’s holes.

Escargon dampened the floor he laid on with drool and vaginal juices as he felt his female organ begin to spasm with sudden orgasm, his penis still trying to come again since six days ago. Waddle Dee was also trying to achieve orgasm through his hardening penis as he continued staring at Escargon, the orderly’s hot breath making condensation on the window he was peeping from. Escargon began pumping into his womanhood both his hands as well as his penis, hoping to achieve orgasm again to cope with the pain he was reliving.

Escargon's headache became unbearable as he let out a loud scream of pain. Dedede had just managed to fit the head of his cock into Escargon's wet folds, taking the snail's color, virginity, and stretching the hole under his penis beyond repair when he did. The room began to shrink around the duo as inch after excruciating inch of Dedede's penis forced its way into Escargon, awakening a repressed claustrophobia in the snail as his screams grew deafening. His terror became more and more profound as the room grew and shrunk in time with Dedede's slow and powerful thrusting. Despite minutes of horrific screams and pounding pain from his headache, Escargon held onto consciousness and lived every moment of the ordeal as if it were hours, waiting for the worst to come.

Before he knew it, he was alone in his room again, left a white, sticky, and emotionally broken mess. He tried not to open his eyes again, hoping to wait out the worst but opened them out of habit alone, taking in the last change the room had made. It had become a blackened and charred mockery of itself with a blistered and dead king ruling over it all.

Escargon screamed both rooms.

Waddle Dee quickly moved into Escargon's cell, covering his ears as best he could with one arm and holding a sperm-covered pill in the other. He made his way to the screeching snail and jammed the pill into his throat, leaving the room as quickly as he entered and making for the way out of the castle, unconcerned with Escargon now that he had what he wanted.

Waddle Dee's feet splashed in the rainwater as he moved under a black thunderstorm. It had been going on for weeks now, covering the kingdom in darkness and flash fires from lighting. The orderly rushed home through the cemetery, passing by a lone and large gravestone on his path to get out of the rain.