Insomnia Cure

The last Waddle Dee of Dedede's army wandered into their shared quarters. He scurried into bed just in time to make the curfew placed by Waddle Doo. Their one-eyed captain personally kept watch to make sure no one was out of place or missing in action before turning out the light for the evening hours. While the rest of the army was all ready snoozing and snoring away, the last Waddle Dee was wide awake in the darkness, unable to relax himself into slumber.

The Waddle Dee kicked his feet and rumpled his sheets in his hands as he went wanting for the need to close his eyes for the night. Frustrated, he began the standard routine again, hoping to refine it so that it worked for once. He tossed, turned, and laid on his stomach at first; repeating the cycle on and on before laying on his back after a few minutes. Staring at the ceiling, the soldier imagined sheep scrolling by, counting them as he went. He tallied for hours, always losing track before getting to a hundred sheep but never breaking pace despite it. By the time he gave up, the dark circles under his eyes were enhanced enough to be seen in dim light. Turning over to his side again as his eyes began to burn from blood pressure, he began his refinement plans for tonight. After reaching with a slow hand, he cupped the testicles between his legs, sighing in pleasure as he did.

The solider continued his gentle genital ministrations as he looked at nothing in particular. As he slowly built his run-of-the-mill-sized erection up, he thought of only the nicest things he could, now struggling to keep the concentration he needed to do it. His feeble mind racked together the delightful thoughts it could, such as sunsets, hugs, baseball, wealth, fame, and sleeping soundly. Each working of imagination he could maintain assisted his hands as they brushed and glided over his growing erection. As he gripped his penis tightly, he succeeded in closing his eyes, if only in the pursuit of pleasure.

Waddle Dee tugged up and down his shaft as it reached it's full length, just long enough to reach the bottom of his eyes. He blushed as he masturbated himself, feeling pleasure in spite of the burning sensation from his eyes as they remained shut tight. He quietly moaned to himself, hoping not to wake the others around him as he felt a bit of precum release from the head of his penis. Now focused more on achieving orgasm than sleep, he moved one hand to smear the precum over the head and under the foreskin, shuddering in bliss as he felt himself that much closer to climax.

In his mind, Waddle Dee was sitting on a grassy hill during a spring day, masturbating himself happily. In reality, he had tucked himself into his bed covers, keeping his body heat around him as he worked up a sweat in his efforts. His precum was being leaked out enough to make a obvious wet spot on the sheets he covered himself with. He whimpered as he tensed his muscles more and more to hold back the orgasm that threaten to break loose the more he touched and pulled at his penis. His sweat had begun to damp the mattress underneath him as his hands firmly gripped his cock, unable to handle producing anymore pleasure to experience. After a shallow gasp for air, Waddle Dee's orgasm was let free, making the solider shudder with exhilaration as he stained his body and the bedsheets with his white cum. Taking in air through exaggerated breaths, he found himself finally too tired to stay awake.

Daylight began to shine through the windows to the Waddle Dee barracks, slowly waking up the foot soldiers of Dedede's forces. One by one, each Waddle Dee woke up and rubbed the crust from their eyes, well rested and ready for the day of service ahead. However, one moist bed remained filled after everyone had left.