The Intruder

Escargon held his breath in shock at what he was seeing, a remarkable and strange creature splayed across his large bed, snoring away. Escargon made his way around to the edge of the bed, astonished at the massive body that made the bed seem too small. Normally when faced with something large and unusual in his room, he would summon the Waddle Dees post haste to deal with the threat, but a bizarre new lust kept the snail from the normal reaction. He slowly backed away when he found the creature had apparently awoken.

The Medic was slowly finding his way back to consciousness, his vision blurred as he tried to look about himself and figure out where he was now. Despite the grogginess he was feeling, he had little trouble recollecting the events that apparently led here. His team was wiped out before the end of a match, nearly losing a central control point if the Medic had not attempted to hold it on his own. Just before the end, he had mistakenly run into an unfinished and unstable enemy teleporter. What happened thereafter was all the German man needed to find out now. He immediately got the sense that something was very wrong, not only in an unfamiliar map, but also found himself looking down at the strangest purple snail he had seen since the Spy's dinner party.

Escargon blushed as a face twice the length of his own leaned in close to his own with a hard stare and grimace. The snail continued retreating back towards the door as the large man got up off the bed to stand and look around. No longer able to get a good view of his face, Escargon turned his attention to the rest of his intruder, noting his full-length white coat, elbow-length red gloves, and loose black pants. His gaze was held at eye level where he found a large bulge where the legs met. His mind clouded with unknown urges and attractions to the exotic, Escargon instinctively reached for the protrusion, drooling slightly as his eager digits drew closer.

Despite the Medic's now clear view of the room he was in, he didn't have the faintest idea of his general location. His perception and notions of the new world he found himself in only grew stranger as he felt something feeling around his crotch. Looking down in surprise, he found the snail-thing from before groping around his genitals with an obvious look of enjoyment on its face. Blushing at the pressures made against his cock, but angry at the unwanted touching all the same, he kicked the perverted snail away from him to make an escape.

The Medic looked helter-skelter for an escape route, but found every possible window and door far too small to be used in a getaway from his captor. The German looked back to where he had kicked the snail, only to find the space empty. By the time Escargon had reentered his sights, he felt the sharp pain of a leg bone being broken. As the Medic fell onto his back and reeled himself against the nearest wall, he got a better look at Dedede's servant, a snail possessing a wild and frenzied look in his eyes as he made a quick approach towards the doctor, lamp post in hand.

Laughing in cruel triumph, Escargon buried his face in the Medic's ample crotch, enjoying the musky scent it gave off. In his excited rubbing session, he accidentally found the doctor's pants zipper and intentionally pulled it down. Escargon wasted no time in shoving both hands in, feeling around as he wished until his hands came upon an unusually large for Pop Star, but all the same familiar organ.

The Medic's face showed a clear and growing expression of disgust as he felt slimy hands grope his genitals with reckless abandon. The expression gave way to panic as he felt his strength slowly leave him the more this monster touched as he pleased, the German reasoned it was some kind of natural defense mechanism he had fallen victim to. Despite being left unable to move, his body reacted in normal fashion to being roughly fondled in such a manner with his proportional erection beginning to lengthen and thicken in the snail's slick hands. As he saw Escargon pull his erection out, he grit his teeth and scowled in preparation for what he expected to come next.

Escargon's eyes widened in awe at the pillar of flesh he had pulled from the doctor's pants. The Medic's penis rose just enough to meet Escargon's restless mouth. The snail breathed in the deeply erotic fumes it was giving off before starting to take the hot organ into his maw, the Medic sharply drawing in breath through his clenched teeth as it went in. The German soon lost every form of struggle he was capable of as Escargon's toxins were absorbed into his blood stream, his head slumping to the side as the neck became unable to support it, drool running out of his mouth onto the floor below. Escargon couldn't care less about the doctor's overall condition as he suckled upon the pulsing head, running his tongue along the slit and savoring the taste of the precum it expelled. Not wanting to waste another second in getting to taste the thick fluid held within the Medic's testicles, Escargon rapidly ran both his hands along the warm shaft from hairy base to bare crown, breathing around the cock head in effort.

The Medic could only stare at the floor, unable to feel himself orgasm into the horny servant's mouth.

Escargon's experience with the Medic's forced ejaculation was far different. As the German unloaded pump after pump of sperm into the snail's willing mouth, Escargon became enamored with the bitter white substance that flooded in, drinking it greedily and gasping for air between each prolonged gulp. The snail's efforts to drink it all in proved futile as a mixture of cum and saliva dripped from his mouth and coated the Medic's penis, becoming stuck in the public hair that forested his crotch. His lust sated, Escargon pulled his mouth off the Medic with little grace.

Wiping the cum left on his lips, Escargon pulled himself up to the doctor's hanging lips and gave him a sloppy kiss, unknowingly poisoning the German into several days of immobility. Escargon attempted to move the body into a safe place for storage and later use, but was unable to munster the strength to move his new gargantuan sex slave. Panting from the effort, he quickly gave up locked his door to keep from being discovered and retired to bed, noting to have some discreet Waddle Dees move him where he himself couldn't. Closing his eyes, Escargon drifted into a guiltless sleep.