"Hehehehehee~! You won't defeat me this time, Kirbyyy!~"

As Marx spoke, Kirby strengthened his stance. Here he was again fighting Marx, who had a new plan to take over Popstar.

Kirby narrowed his eyebrows as Marx grew out his wings. 

"I've gotten faster, stronger, and better since the last time we fought!"  Using his wings, Marx flew up into the sky as he boasted. "I won't fall for any of your tricks this time, you little brat!"

"Poyo..." Kirby muttered.

He continued to boast about, as he flew around. "I'm Beetter Kirby~ You can't defeat me!" Marx giggled. "I'll defeat you, eat all your food, dance on your defeated body...!"

As he would continue to talk, It was nothing but pure static to the pink blur.

'eat... food.'

'Eat... MY… FOOD!!!'

The Puffball gritted his teeth hard as a wave of pink energy began to surround him.

Marx still continued his ramblings, unaware of what was going on. "-And then I'll be ruler of ALL of Popstar, hehehehehe~"

But once he realized what was happening...

"W-What..." Marx spoke silently, Froze in mid air as he felt all this sudden energy from Kirby! 

in the blink of an eye, The puffball was no longer on the ground. He was now in mid air, rushing towards him!

"POYO!!"

...He trembled.

[...]

"A-Aah! Gah, S-StOp!"

Marx could only bit his lip as the pink puffball whom he mocked was now pounding his ass in, back first so they still could keep eye contact with one another.

His eyes rolled up to his skull as Kirby was relentless. He kept in him a good hold as he bucked, thrusting his cock in that ample tush roughly and pulling out slowly on a repeat.

Marx could feel his dick twitch with love every time he felt Kirby's meat hit his love spot. His blush got deeper while his eyes were half-lidded.

He barely could muster out the next words. "P-pleaseeee... AuugGHh!" He groaned his felt another hard thrust, Kirby's fat balls smacking sgainst his rump. "SOrrry! Ii'mmShorryyyy!!"

But it seemed Marx's pleas went past kirby's ears. He tightened his hold on him and slammed down, Fully hilting him.

From there, he changed paces. He went faster, sliding his length back and forth in a fast manner, with more energy put into it!

Marx's cock went on a fit, twitching continuously as he was mercilessly rutted by Popstar's hero.

Marx would've cried out, But his mouth was covered by Kirby However. against his will they would kiss, Kirby's tongue grinding against his own and dominating it as their lips locked in a heated passion.

He could feel that pink cock twitch as it speared his insides balls deep over and over, eager to unleash of all its pent up cum into the jesters bare walls.

"Poyo...!!" Kirby would mumble out angrily, kissing Marx deeper and sending his tongue further into the mouth of the unwilling jester.

With all this, Marx only had one thought, that plagued his mind while he was being used as a damn near sex toy for this pink warrior:

Just where did he get all this strength from?! Marx tried to push Kirby away, strike back at him, anything! But no matter what he does, he just can't seem to overpower the puffball. It was like a switch had been flipped inside Kirby's head, and Marx still has no idea what set him off.

As the onslaught began, Marx could only moan and whimper, being forced into being Kirby's breeding toy and being kissed. Both of his virginity's taken away just like that. His first kiss and his first proper sexual interaction with someone.

Marx's eyes widened in horror as he could feel Kirby getting close, pre leaking out of his pink cock as he continued pounding away at the jester's tight and abused anus.

'N-no! Not inside! NOT LIKE THIS!!!' He screamed in his mind, helpless to do anything.
"P-POYOOOO!!!" Kirby moans loudly, giving one last harsh thrust and came inside, filling Marx up as the poor soon-to-be-ruler screamed. "NOOOOO!!! Pull out! PULL OUT!! Stop cumming Kirby!!" But once again, it fell on deaf ears, Kirby didn't care right now.

The hero of Popstar kept filling Marx up, as the jester watches as his stomach expanded bit by bit, almost making him look pregnant. Finally, it was over and he thought that would be the end of it.

Only to have Kirby pound him yet again! Marx squealed as he stares at the horny and frustrated puffball with fear, tears appearing in his eyes as the session started all over again. "Nooo! But you just came! How can you still have more?!"

"Poyo! POYO!" Kirby said with a growl and spanked Marx's ass, making the jester cry out and sob pathetically, whatever pride or dignity he had was long gone.

"Pleaaase! I'm sorry! I won't rule Popstar! I won't take anyone's food! Just please! Make it stop! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!!!" And for a moment, Kirby returned to his normal self and stared at the wannabe dictator.

"Poyo?" He asked curiously, clarifying that the jester would keep his word and do anything. Marx answered with a quick nod.

The expression changed to that of a lustful one as he continued pounding away at Marx's ass, already filled with cum. "Poyo~"

The jester's eyes widened and his cheeks blushed, but he clearly meant it. He closes his eyes and accepted his fate. "I… I'll… I'll be your sex slave… M-Master…"

Kirby gives out a moan and came inside once more, adding more cum inside the now broken and defeated jester. Marx moans and opens his eyes half lidded, his stomach expanded some more as Kirby pulled out, staining his body and face. Almost as if marking him as his.

"Poyo…~ Poy!" Kirby pointed his cock as Marx sat on his knees and gulped, the thick length pointing at his face.

The jester opened his mouth and tried his best to take the length inside, tasting the leftover cum all over it as he swirled his tongue. Marx didn't have any fight in him left. He knew he lost. All of that planning and scheming, using Kirby to grant Galactic NOVA's wish on himself… it didn't amount to anything.

And look where he is now, reduced to being Kirby's fucksleeve. The hero of Popstar used Marx's throat as a fleshlight, groaning and moaning with bliss, down below, Marx's own body was starting to betray him, an erection revealing itself and leaking pre.

Marx's cheeks blushed again, as he reached down and jerked off his own penis. This shouldn't feel good, but all of those fearful thoughts, and what he was subjected to earlier? It suddenly felt… good~ Really good~

He lets the pink warrior use his throat as he jerked himself off. Lewd thoughts began to form inside the jester's head.

'This cock… so thick and big…! How the hell has this kid been hiding such a monster?! God… it tastes so good… am I… gay? I must be. I… I don't wanna stop…~ Popstar can wait…'

Kibry moans, thrusting away at the jester's mouth, until he could feel himself getting close. Marx could taste the pre leaking out and masturbates faster.

'I want it…! NO! I NEED IT! Drown me in me cum!~'

Marx gurgled as he received his reward, gulping down Kirby's cum, his stomach expanded yet again as the jester was getting close as well. His eyes rolling back in pure bliss as he moans, spraying his load all over the ground.

Kirby pulls out and sighs, watching the jester swallow his seed and giving out a drunken smile. "Hehehe…~ Kirby… Kirbyyyy…~ I lurvesh your cock…!~ I want more!~ I don't give a shit about ruling P-Popshtar…! I jusht want yew…!~" His words were slurring as he giggles stupidly.

Kirby just smiles and they headed back to Popstar, inside Kirby's house, all you could hear was the loud moans from a certain slutty jester and the sound of flesh against flesh.

"YES! RIGHT THERE! FUCK ME UNTIL I DIE!!~ I LOVE YOU KIRBY! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!!!~ AHAHAHAHAH!!!~ MY LIFE IS OVER!!~" All Marx could do was moan like the slut he was deep down inside, being used and bred as Kirby's human-like sex toy.

All thoughts of his plans and schemes faded away. All that was left, was Kirby and his glorious manhood~ The Cosmic Jester of Popstar now became the Popstar Cumdump, eager to be used by his Master and anyone interested for a good time~ And thus ends the tale of a jester's rise to power… only to fall lower.

THE END