Furry Ballbusting

[poiu]

ABOUT DAMN TIME. That's the first vote for Kayla! Seriously, I'm very glad that people like P'oiu as a character and want him to have a happy ending, but I thought at least a few people would want to leave him with a sac full o' mush :P

Voting is pretty close so far -- Kayla's way behind, obviously, but Lia and Opal are neck-and-neck at about 15 votes each. So if you haven't voted yet, vote! If you're shy, just send me a PM or something. P'oiu's balls are on the line -- the least you could do is help the poor dragon decide :P

On a separate note: if you're in the mood for another Pokemon BB story, check this (http://www.sofurry.com/page/147387/) out. This guy's got several other stories finished as well, but he hasn't posted 'em publicly yet -- I'll be sure to let you know when he does :)

[0514791]

I vote for Lia. While P'oiu would want to keep both his balls, I doubt the orca would be satisfied with that. I'm certain he wouldn't pick Kayla, because even if she can't destroy his balls, it will take her days to give up, and p'oiu wouldn't like that.

[megakidbuu]

I vote for Lia.

[tobi]

I vote for Kayla:D

[ballmasher]

I vote for Opal

[OneBadMamaJama]

If I were P'oiu? Opal all the way. Just seems the safest, even accepting the risk.

BUT... as stupid as it sounds, the romantic in me says Lia. Oh sure, she wants to smash a nut, but it seems like they could have a nice ballbustin' but lovin' relationship.

[Snoodle]

I can't believe how few votes the sexy orca chick has. She wants to smash him to a pulp and people are voting NO? What has the world come to! :cryingblu

[bthauronite]

Well, I have to pick Lia.

[gary198]

I can't believe how few votes the sexy orca chick has. She wants to smash him to a pulp and people are voting NO? What has the world come to! :cryingblu


Don't ruin him. You need him with at least one ball for future torment.

[Takkyuu_tama]

I agree that is a sexy orca--and the frog's not bad either--but considering everything he went through on the journey with Lia, the ideal ending's probably with her. She'll have to do her damnedest to try to bust a ball, and it might not work, but I think he'll be lucky to escape this with even one testicle.

...Of course, if his nuts absolutely won't pop, and he spent the rest of his life as a ballbusted boytoy for all three of them, I really wouldn't mind that either. :iluvu:

[Odust]

The thing is, the question is what would our dragon pal pick? And he'd probably pick one of the ladies not out to completely ******** him. That said, I vote Kayla all the way!

[OneBadMamaJama]

Imagine the scene!

He picks Lia, and the pair of them go off into the sunset. She attempts to smash a nut again, and after a long... LONG while of failing, goes to the leaders of her tribe/nation to plead her case and explain that his balls are just plain indestructible.

Skeptical, they demand a demonstration, and so poor poor P'oiu is brought before them and Lia has to PROVE that, no matter how hard she tries, his nuts just don't pop.

Plus, hey, they get married and then it's a long, long life of hot sex and ballbusting. What more could ya want?

[poiu]

Ooh...MamaJama, I like the way you think :D I've got my own plans for what'll happen if Lia wins, but I certainly wouldn't mind your version. Poor, poor dragon :P

Voting continues! Lia's pulled out to a tiny lead, but it's still very close between her and Opal. Kayla the orca remains well behind, but at least she's got a good half-dozen votes now :) If you haven't voted yet, do so! I'll probably start writing the chapter next week, so the decision has to be made by then. In the meanwhile, I will be thinking of various creative ways to sex up a dragon/flatten a pair of dragon 'nads :P

[MalikCarr]

I vote Lia - our hapless dragon willingly endures losing an egg so he can be with the love of his life that he just met, what could be sweeter than that? I figure all three of them together should be able to focus their efforts to pop one of them...

Plus that means Kayla can go back to her village and claim victory, P'oiu and Lia can make lots of two-colored dragon babies, and Opal can still milk the one he's got left - it's really win-win for everybody.

[Palin123]

Well, I have found the story here some days ago, so I needed some time to read, but I think Lia is the best deal for the dragon :)

[tokage]

Why is our dragon protagonist acting like such a sniveling weakling? Isn't he a mighty dragon, most powerful of beasts? I say he should vote Kayla, with the stipulation that he be unchained and allowed to fight back.

The only reason Kayla beat him the first time was that she caught him unawares. If he's ready for a fight he should be able to beat her with little difficulty. I think Kayla's ego would probably lead her to agree to a fight--she seems to think she can take on anyone, no matter how strong.

Once he's beaten Kayla, fair and square, he'd be his own dragon again, not bound by the bitches who seem to think they own him. I realize all this runs counter to the nature of the story and this board, but come on--let the man have a little dignity. After all he's been through, he deserves it. :P

[juggalosnyder]

Because it's a brilliant ballbusting story. If he was supposed to eat them it would be posted in another forum.

[poiu]

tokage: That's one of the few inconsistencies in this series that I'm not really happy with. I started out by introducing P'oiu as this big, tough dragon, but I've gradually made him more and more of a pushover. It's sort of necessary in order to set him up for all these scenarios where he gets his nuts knocked in, but it's a little unsatisfying. My best explanation is that P'oiu used to be much more cocky, but after having his balls bashed up about a dozen times, he's become a lot more cautious and a lot more humble.

Still, I do try to cover for it when possible -- most of the time when a smaller/weaker character attacks P'oiu, I either make it a surprise (e.g. the orca, the hippo) or make him unable to defend himself (e.g. chain him to the floor). It might take away from the believability of the story a little bit...but then again, I'm writing about a dragon with indestructible balls getting the spunk beaten out of him. It's a ridiculous idea to begin with :P

[Xelnaga]

I vote for Opal. Mostly just 'cause I like the character and I don't want to see her lose her livelihood. And poor Poiu deserves a reward after all the abuse. Too bad she doesn't have an orgy potion up her sleeve, er, sarong. :jumpsmile Or does she?

[EricaBB]

I vote for Opal. Mostly just 'cause I like the character and I don't want to see her lose her livelihood. And poor Poiu deserves a reward after all the abuse. Too bad she doesn't have an orgy potion up her sleeve, er, sarong. :jumpsmile Or does she?

I agree with you Zelnaga. Piou deserves a day of total relaxation without his boy parts being mangled.

I'd gladly pleasure his giant dragon cock, cause he's been such a good sport :jumpsmile

[0514791]

tokage: That's one of the few inconsistencies in this series that I'm not really happy with. I started out by introducing P'oiu as this big, tough dragon, but I've gradually made him more and more of a pushover. It's sort of necessary in order to set him up for all these scenarios where he gets his nuts knocked in, but it's a little unsatisfying. My best explanation is that P'oiu used to be much more cocky, but after having his balls bashed up about a dozen times, he's become a lot more cautious and a lot more humble.

Still, I do try to cover for it when possible -- most of the time when a smaller/weaker character attacks P'oiu, I either make it a surprise (e.g. the orca, the hippo) or make him unable to defend himself (e.g. chain him to the floor). It might take away from the believability of the story a little bit...but then again, I'm writing about a dragon with indestructible balls getting the spunk beaten out of him. It's a ridiculous idea to begin with :P

I don't see the problem with him getting weaker. His nuts have been beaten to the moon and back over the past {insert amount of time the story takes place over}. That's gotta do something to the strength of a guy.

[poiu]

Just FYI -- I'll be tallying the votes for Dragon Slaying tomorrow night, so speak up or forever hold your peace.

Also, I've been working on another Underground League story that might make its way here in a week or two. The combination of Pokemon ballbusting and sexy nurses is too fun for me to resist :P

[Snoodle]

Just FYI -- I'll be tallying the votes for Dragon Slaying tomorrow night, so speak up or forever hold your peace.

Also, I've been working on another Underground League story that might make its way here in a week or two. The combination of Pokemon ballbusting and sexy nurses is too fun for me to resist :P

I've given up on seeing Kayla win. T_T

[poiu]

I've given up on seeing Kayla win. T_T

Kayla's actually had a bit of a comeback, even if she's still in third. Even if she doesn't win, I'll probably end up writing her ending eventually :)

[Mythical Pain]

Hi all! New person here. Been checking up on this forum periodically, but never bothered to register myself until now.

Actually, it was this particular thread that got my attention, and convinced me to sign up so I could post some stuff now and then too. Plenty of ball busting websites and forums out there, but this was the first time I'd happened across one with a FURRY section. Wow, gotta love that. I happen to really enjoy furry/dragon/mythical etc ballbusting, hence the username I chose.

I've been reading some of the other posts here, especially the stories! Poiu, great work man, really enjoy your stuff. ( I'd vote the female dragon but I'd feel sorry for the poor guy going through all that and losing one anyway...hehehe. ) Maybe he could convince her that it's double the future pain if she leaves him with both little dragon toys!

I've written some stories like that in the past myself, and I'm considering writing some more just to post here! And maybe over at sofurry or something as well.

Nice to meet you all!

[Mythical Pain]

And another post, this time with content!

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1276198210186_792e4f62e8e7d28ac93d0328f5adb6ba. jpg

Just saw that pic a few days ago, love it! Gotta love the expression on the female's face as she's hammering her foot into his crotch. She's like "Glee! Ball kicking!" And the look of agony on the canine's face is great. Also love his crumpled position in the second panel, along with her smug antics! Great pic.

[Snoodle]

Kayla's actually had a bit of a comeback, even if she's still in third. Even if she doesn't win, I'll probably end up writing her ending eventually :)

::swoon:: :iluvu:

[dark_herc]

if its not too late i would like to throw in my vote for Lia. i think it would make the best story. with the other two there is no real chance for future ballbusting except for opals overzealous behavior ha.

[tobi]

Kayla's actually had a bit of a comeback, even if she's still in third. Even if she doesn't win, I'll probably end up writing her ending eventually :)

that would be great :thumbup

[poiu]

Mythical Pain: good to have you on-board! We furry BB people are few and far between, so it's always nice to find someone new, especially another writer. Great pic, and I'm looking forward to any work of yours :)

Also, just for the record, voting for Dragon Slaying is over! Now to get writing...

[Mythical Pain]

Mythical Pain: good to have you on-board! We furry BB people are few and far between, so it's always nice to find someone new, especially another writer. Great pic, and I'm looking forward to any work of yours :)

Also, just for the record, voting for Dragon Slaying is over! Now to get writing...

Thanks Poiu! Yeah, it was the fact that this forum had some furry Ballbusting fans that finally convinced me to sign up!

I posted this pic earlier, but wasn't sure if anyone saw since it took a little while for my membership to activate.

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1276198210186_792e4f62e8e7d28ac93d0328f5adb6ba. jpg

I'm thinking I may write a little story based on that!

Looking forward to the end of your story, Poiu!

[Mythical Pain]

So, like I said a little while ago, I'm new here. I've always been a big time fan of ballbusting, and a big time fan of dragons, gryphons, anthros, etc. So my two biggest kinks tend to combine and leave me in love with dragons, gryphons and anthros having their balls mercilessly busted hehehe.

I dabble in writing as a hobby, and I've written some furry-based ballbusting stories in the past. Now I'd like to write a few more to share with all you fine, naughty people!

Just out of curiosity, which of the following ideas sound the most fun to you guys and girls?

1. A human soldier woman captures a male dragon, binds him up in the forest and spends the day demolishing his hatchling-makers.

2. An anthro vixen has a fun afternoon kicking and squeezing her jerk of a brother where it hurts the most as much as she wants.

3. A human princess gets to abuse the puppy-makers of her fox and coyote servants sheerly for her own enjoyment.

If anyone would like to vote on which of those ideas they like best, when I get a few votes for one or another, I'll start writing it and get it posted in a few days!

[Mythical Pain]

http://img42.imagevenue.com/loc958/th_15648_Squeezed_123_958lo.jpg (http://img42.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=15648_Squeezed_123_958lo.jpg)

I really like that one! A good squeezing to make that captive gryphon screaaaam!

[toybag_cellphone]

If anyone would like to vote on which of those ideas they like best, when I get a few votes for one or another, I'll start writing it and get it posted in a few days!

I cast 50% of my votes for #3, 40% for #2, and 10% for #1. :)

[poiu]

Just out of curiosity, which of the following ideas sound the most fun to you guys and girls?

1. A human soldier woman captures a male dragon, binds him up in the forest and spends the day demolishing his hatchling-makers.

2. An anthro vixen has a fun afternoon kicking and squeezing her jerk of a brother where it hurts the most as much as she wants.

3. A human princess gets to abuse the puppy-makers of her fox and coyote servants sheerly for her own enjoyment.

Ooh...those all sound pretty good. I wouldn't mind seeing some human-on-furry action, since that's even rarer than plain ol' furry BB, but I'm having trouble deciding between #1 and #3. Hrrm...I guess I've written plenty of dragon stuff lately, so I'll say #3 for variety's sake :P

Also, unrelated: a friend of mine has posted several more Pokemon (http://www.sofurry.com/page/153261/user) ballbusting (http://www.sofurry.com/page/153262/user) stories (http://www.sofurry.com/page/155038/user). Definitely worth checking out.

[Mythical Pain]

I cast 50% of my votes for #3, 40% for #2, and 10% for #1. :)

I'll take that as one vote for each of them, hehehe. As I may eventually write all three anyway, I'll take that as your vote for the princess and anthro servants "first."

With a vote for the vixen kicking her brother around as the follow up, followed by the dragon!


Ooh...those all sound pretty good. I wouldn't mind seeing some human-on-furry action, since that's even rarer than plain ol' furry BB, but I'm having trouble deciding between #1 and #3. Hrrm...I guess I've written plenty of dragon stuff lately, so I'll say #3 for variety's sake :P

Also, unrelated: a friend of mine has posted several more Pokemon (http://www.sofurry.com/page/153261/user) ballbusting (http://www.sofurry.com/page/153262/user) stories (http://www.sofurry.com/page/155038/user). Definitely worth checking out.

Yeah, I like human on furry busting a lot myself! "Kick those furry nards, girls!" Hehe.

But Princess and Furries it is! At least for your vote, lol.

Thanks for the story links, I'll check them out!

Ok, so far:

2 Votes - Princess busting fox and coyote nuts.

1/2 vote - Human woman busting helpless dragon danglies. ( Poiu voted it second )

1/2 vote - Vixen smashing her brother's furry set. ( Toybag voted it his second choice. Got a preference for older or younger brother? )

Thanks for voting guys! Anyone else?

[One from the Vaults]

How about...

A human man and woman live in the forest. She keeps a pet wolf, and when he starts to act aggressively she defeats him by kicking him the balls, and then neuters him. What they didn't know is that he had a lover, a wolverine who wants revenge for her ruined lover, so she bites off the testicles of the man and brings them to his wife.

[toybag_cellphone]

1/2 vote - Vixen smashing her brother's furry set. ( Toybag voted it his second choice. Got a preference for older or younger brother? )

I vote for older brother. Something about bratty little sisters....

[Snoodle]

I'll take that as one vote for each of them, hehehe. As I may eventually write all three anyway, I'll take that as your vote for the princess and anthro servants "first."

With a vote for the vixen kicking her brother around as the follow up, followed by the dragon!



Yeah, I like human on furry busting a lot myself! "Kick those furry nards, girls!" Hehe.

But Princess and Furries it is! At least for your vote, lol.

Thanks for the story links, I'll check them out!

Ok, so far:

2 Votes - Princess busting fox and coyote nuts.

1/2 vote - Human woman busting helpless dragon danglies. ( Poiu voted it second )

1/2 vote - Vixen smashing her brother's furry set. ( Toybag voted it his second choice. Got a preference for older or younger brother? )

Thanks for voting guys! Anyone else?
I vote princess...but she needs a horse. :D

[Takkyuu_tama]

1. A human soldier woman captures a male dragon, binds him up in the forest and spends the day demolishing his hatchling-makers.

2. An anthro vixen has a fun afternoon kicking and squeezing her jerk of a brother where it hurts the most as much as she wants.

3. A human princess gets to abuse the puppy-makers of her fox and coyote servants sheerly for her own enjoyment.


I vote for the human princess with a gallery of trapped furry servant testicles to abuse, but honestly I'd love to see any and all of these.

[One from the Vaults]

I vote for older brother. Something about bratty little sisters....Yeah, I agree. The sister thing always works for me in stories, even though I don't have a sister IRL.

[Mythical Pain]

I vote for older brother. Something about bratty little sisters....

Yeah, they're a lot of fun. And they are usually pretty good at getting away with delivering a swift shot to the pup-makers when mom's not looking. LOL.

[Mythical Pain]

I vote princess...but she needs a horse. :D

Thanks! Another vote for the princess. No horse this time though, I like coyotes and foxes better myself hehe. If you want a bigger pair getting abused you'll have to wait for the dragon. He'll be a full, quadrupedal but sentient dragon, so he'll have a good set of goose eggs between his hind legs lol.


Yeah, I agree. The sister thing always works for me in stories, even though I don't have a sister IRL.

I'll count that as a vote for the Vixen sister then, hehe.

You could always write your own idea for us if you wanted! I may take other requests later but I tend to be not as much into neutering, mostly cause I like to write more tales with the same characters later, and it's not as fun if the females don't have their toys to play with hehehe.


I vote for the human princess with a gallery of trapped furry servant testicles to abuse, but honestly I'd love to see any and all of these.

Thanks for the vote, another for the princess. The story will be starting with her already having had the fox as a servant for a while, and the coyote will be a newcomer to her. It'll be those two early on but if response is good I can always add other species in later installments lol.

[Snoodle]

Thanks! Another vote for the princess. No horse this time though, I like coyotes and foxes better myself hehe. If you want a bigger pair getting abused you'll have to wait for the dragon. He'll be a full, quadrupedal but sentient dragon, so he'll have a good set of goose eggs between his hind legs lol.



I'll count that as a vote for the Vixen sister then, hehe.

You could always write your own idea for us if you wanted! I may take other requests later but I tend to be not as much into neutering, mostly cause I like to write more tales with the same characters later, and it's not as fun if the females don't have their toys to play with hehehe.



Thanks for the vote, another for the princess. The story will be starting with her already having had the fox as a servant for a while, and the coyote will be a newcomer to her. It'll be those two early on but if response is good I can always add other species in later installments lol.

...I change my vote to the dragon. :Baahaha:

[Mythical Pain]

...I change my vote to the dragon. :Baahaha:

LOL! Don't worry, the dragon story will show up soon, even if it's not the first one. The dragon was actually the first idea I thought of when I decided to write something for this forum. It's an idea based off a scene I RPed a few years back. Speaking of which, if anyone's interested in rping some furry or dragon ballbusting scenes sometime, send me a PM! I spend a lot of time in online rp when I have evenings free.

Anyway Snoodle I'll change your vote to the dragon!

The princess is still in the lead, but not by much! By about half a vote as far as my poor math skills and weird vote counting system go hehe.

Any other votes before I dig into a story?

[ballmasher]

I'd like to cast my vote in for the princess story ^^,btw Mythical Pain about the RPing does it matter too you if its m/m or f/m?

[Mythical Pain]

I'd like to cast my vote in for the princess story ^^,btw Mythical Pain about the RPing does it matter too you if its m/m or f/m?

Cool, another vote for the princess! That's looking like the likely winner at the moment. At this rate I'll start writing it soon, and we'll have crying foxes and coyotes in no time. :: Grins ::

As for the rping, do you mean the muns or the characters? I don't mind one way or the other what genders the muns are. My preference for the story or scene we'd play would be male/female, but I'm happy to engage in some male/male furry ballbusting rp as well if that's what makes you happy!

I'm male myself, and I'm happy to play with male or female muns. As for my characters, I play both males and females as well, so I'm happy to do the busting or get busted, or both lol.

Also, love your avatar. Need to get myself one!

[OneBadMamaJama]

Furry Unity, baby. Gotta love it.

Personally I vote for the brother/sister dealie, but I'll happily accept the princess as well.

Just wish my muse would return to me, I'd like to get a little writing of my own done.

[ballmasher]

Cool, another vote for the princess! That's looking like the likely winner at the moment. At this rate I'll start writing it soon, and we'll have crying foxes and coyotes in no time. :: Grins ::

As for the rping, do you mean the muns or the characters? I don't mind one way or the other what genders the muns are. My preference for the story or scene we'd play would be male/female, but I'm happy to engage in some male/male furry ballbusting rp as well if that's what makes you happy!

I'm male myself, and I'm happy to play with male or female muns. As for my characters, I play both males and females as well, so I'm happy to do the busting or get busted, or both lol.

Also, love your avatar. Need to get myself one!


Lol thanks,I love this avatar too ^^.And about the rping I'll hit you up sometime on that.:iluvu:

[Arcane]

2. An anthro vixen has a fun afternoon kicking and squeezing her jerk of a brother where it hurts the most as much as she wants.


i vote for this story

[Mythical Pain]

Furry Unity, baby. Gotta love it.

Personally I vote for the brother/sister dealie, but I'll happily accept the princess as well.

Just wish my muse would return to me, I'd like to get a little writing of my own done.

Another vote for the vicious vixen! You like the younger sister as well? Maybe I'll give her an older and younger brother, lol.

Thanks for the vote! Hope you get your muse back too, I enjoyed your "female self defense lessons" hehehe.


Lol thanks,I love this avatar too ^^.And about the rping I'll hit you up sometime on that.:iluvu:

Did you have it drawn for you or did you draw it yourself? I'd love one with a coyote curled up crying over his nuts. :D Or maybe non-anthro dragon doing the same.

And awesome! Send me a PM when you get a chance or I'll send one your way.


i vote for this story

Thanks! Another vote for the vixen sister, it's gaining momentum!

Currently the princess is ahead, just slightly. I thought 4 or 5 votes, then 3 for the sister and 2 for the dragon. Or my math sucks and I'm counting votes wrong re-reading old posts hehe.

[0514791]

I vote for the Vixen sister.

[Mythical Pain]

I vote for the Vixen sister.

Interesting! Without going back and counting them all again, I think that may Tie the vixen sister with the princess. Or put her very, very close behind. Do you like older or younger sister doing the kicking?

[ballmasher]

No,I was browsing FA and saw this little guy and thought he was so sexy ^^,I'm a white anthro wolf but still hes too cute.:D

[OneBadMamaJama]

Interesting! Without going back and counting them all again, I think that may Tie the vixen sister with the princess. Or put her very, very close behind. Do you like older or younger sister doing the kicking?

Depends on the age of the victim, I suppose. Late teen brother with a younger teen sister works, same with an older sister kicking around a pubescent brother that's just figuring out sex and is, of course, getting into things he shouldn't be. Possibly in her room. ;)

[kneefodder]

How about a theme of girl centaurs Vs boy centaurs. That gives a good human furry mix with the potential for some really big balls getting pureed in their sacs and ground into the dirt in the name of female dominance and superiority. Should also satisfy Snoodle's love for big balls getting busted.:thumbup

[Mythical Pain]

Nice idea! Though for me personally, I'm not really into horses or horse anthros, or centaurs. But that's just me!

I tend to like more canines and felines among my anthros, hehe, and among non-anthro quadrapeds, I like things like dragons, and gryphons.

Now, I could definitely do a boys against girls idea with dragons or gryphons, or both sometime! I tend to imagine female dragons and gryphons are naturally a bit dominant over the males, and why not? One sharp blow between the hind legs and any male in their clan is curled up crying! Hehehe.

If you like the Centaur idea, why don't you write it out for us? I'm always happy to read others writings and encourage others to give writing their own stories a shot!

I think Snoodle will like my dragon getting busted when I get to that story, though. I hope anyway!

Saw a picture of a green dragon with a big set the other day, though it was also showing off the "rest" of him so I decided against posting it for now lol.

[Mythical Pain]

No,I was browsing FA and saw this little guy and thought he was so sexy ^^,I'm a white anthro wolf but still hes too cute.:D

Ah, cool! Yeah he definitely looks like he needs a kick the furry nuts! Or five. Bet he'd be adorable with his eyes crossed, his ears pinned back and his muzzle all scrunched up hehe.


Depends on the age of the victim, I suppose. Late teen brother with a younger teen sister works, same with an older sister kicking around a pubescent brother that's just figuring out sex and is, of course, getting into things he shouldn't be. Possibly in her room. ;)

Both would work! Could put the female right in the middle and give her a brother on either side of that little spectrum, lol. She could get back at the older brother for picking on her, and bully the younger fox.

Older fox: "Wake up, sister, time to AWWWW! God! My baaaalls! You little brat! :: Crumples, squirms and cries:: "
Sister: "Never wake me up before noon in the summer!"

Younger fox: "Hey, what's this in her drawer?"
Sister: "Get the hell out of my room you little bastard! :: Kicks him right between the legs! ::
Younger fox : :: Screams like a girl, drops to the floor in tears, squirming and sobbing :: " My nuuuuuuuuts! "

[One from the Vaults]

Yeah, both sound hot to me. I can't choose. :-P

[Mythical Pain]

Well two sets of aching fox nuts are always better then one right? :D

[One from the Vaults]

Long as it's not too fakely written. A lot of erotic stories strain credulity too much to really get into. As long as you make it believable I'm sure it'll be awesome.

Personally I'd lean toward just one at a time, actually, now that I think about it. Like older sister or younger sister, either way, one on one makes it easy to develop the relationship between them and keep everyone straight during it.

Also... why not twins? If we're talking about animals anyway, they could be part of the same litter, right?

[Mythical Pain]

Long as it's not too fakely written. A lot of erotic stories strain credulity too much to really get into. As long as you make it believable I'm sure it'll be awesome.

Personally I'd lean toward just one at a time, actually, now that I think about it. Like older sister or younger sister, either way, one on one makes it easy to develop the relationship between them and keep everyone straight during it.

Also... why not twins? If we're talking about animals anyway, they could be part of the same litter, right?

Yeah, I try to make even more "Erotic" stories seem realistic. Since we're talking fantasy creatures here, I kind of approach in the sense that I'm writing a believable fantasy story first, and it just happens to have a lot of ball busting described in greater then usual detail, hehehe.

Though for the vixen sister, I will probably place her in a modern setting.

I could also place the sister in a tribal setting, sort of native american based, though I think I may use that for a later story.

Anyway, I am starting in on writing the Princess story tonight, as it's the top vote gainer. Next up after that will be the Vixen Sisters, or the Dragon. Probably the sisters as it's at number two, but if anyone else wants to vote Dragon, feel free!

[Mythical Pain]

With all of what I just said in mind, lol, here's a little teaser from the parts when it actually gets naughty. I've started the rough draft of the first part of the princess story, and while I'm trying to ground it in believability by starting it off as what could be the beginning of a "real" fantasy story, giving the characters a little exposition and backstory...

Well, here's a teaser from when she actually gets down to kicking him. Just to show that yes, I am working on it. Feel free to say whether you like it or think it sucks, lol. ( She calls him Foxy cause she's a little too callous to care about his real name. )

The force of the princess’s well aimed kick not only lifted the fox’s testicles, but mashed them against his pelvis! Rebecca could actually the fox’s testicles against her foot, like rubbery little hens eggs. One unfortunate gland squashed out to either side of her foot. But thanks to the relative tightness of the fox’s breeches and the position of her foot, the fox’s nuts had nowhere to hide and were ****** to take the full and complete impact of the princess’s kick.

For Foxy, the sudden upwelling of agony was unbelievable. This was far from the first time she’d kicked him in the groin, but each time it happened again, it seemed like the worst time. Pain that was oh-so-sharp knifed through both vulpine testicles, up into his guts and kidneys, and in an instant the fox had dropped to his knees against the plush soft blue carpeting of the Princess’s floor. Tears welled in his dark green eyes and he clutched at his crotch with both hands, pitching muzzle-first onto the floor as the sharper pains began to give way to that familiar and horrifyingly wretched ache.

[poiu]

Looks pretty damn well-written to me. It's fun finding all those different phrases and expressions to describe testicular agony, isn't it? :) Take your time, but I'm certainly excited to read more princess-on-fuzzy-nutsac action.

[Mythical Pain]

Looks pretty damn well-written to me. It's fun finding all those different phrases and expressions to describe testicular agony, isn't it? :) Take your time, but I'm certainly excited to read more princess-on-fuzzy-nutsac action.

Thanks!

And yes, yes it is! :D

She hasn't gotten to see her furry targets yet, but she will before her night is over!

[Xelnaga]

Good so far, except it looks like maybe a word is missing from the second sentence.

[Mythical Pain]

Good so far, except it looks like maybe a word is missing from the second sentence.

Lol! Good call! I wasn't really worried about stuff like that as I'll go over it all once or twice before I post it. I'm sure there will be some spelling/grammar/missing word errors regardless, but I went ahead and fixed that one.

Right now she's in process of stepping on his furry treasures hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

I'm up to about page 10 or so of the Princess/Fox story. The coyote hasn't entered yet but he probably will soon.

I think just as he's entering the scene, I will post what I have so far and call it "Part 1" lol.

Already the poor fox is having a very unpleasant evening. But the Princess is having the time of her life!

[Mythical Pain]

Still working on the story, haven't had much extra time for that sort of writing lately lol. But with any luck part one will be up soon!

In the meantime, here's a link to a pic of a wolf just begging to be busted! I'm sure it's copywrited, so I'm just posting the link.

http://www.e621.net/post/show/74488/2010-armpits-balls-bdsm-blotch-bondage-canine-male

Not safe for work, but really...would you be on this website at work? LOL.

Anyway, that furry set looks in dire need of a kick, a stomp, and a squeeze!

What would YOU do to those wolf balls?

[2nutbuster]

Kinda like the dude from the Old Spice commercial, he has a great strong body, love to see a girl compete a face out against it.


How about a theme of girl centaurs Vs boy centaurs. That gives a good human furry mix with the potential for some really big balls getting pureed in their sacs and ground into the dirt in the name of female dominance and superiority. Should also satisfy Snoodle's love for big balls getting busted.:thumbup

[ballmasher]

Lol not really a bust but the potential is there

[ballmasher]

Don't know if these have been posted yet but just throwing some out there,enjoy! ^^


http://img204.imageshack.us/slideshow/index.php?create=yes&id=img204/3841/1278075363y3d.smil&auth_key=28583e6f28411793b623ede779a2868b&public=&tags=

The Big Bad Wolf one was posted especially for Mythical Pain lol you know why ^^.

[drkwolf222]

that link does not work .. looks to be an edit link

[ballmasher]

Alright well heres the pics from the link.


http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/296453#search=Big_Bad_Wolf

http://www.sofurry.com/page/29178/search

[Mythical Pain]

Oooh, this one is great! Too bad it's another male doing it, but still, brilliant!

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1278073719186_862b87d5aab5263b30704d88c87cba3d. png

That poor lion's dangly kitten makers will ache for days! ...Good time to get them again!

[Mythical Pain]

And a couple drawn by a girl! Awesome stuff, she's a great artist and clearly, has good taste.

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1277542831186_nut_shot.png

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1277543420186_aftermath.png

Sorry if they are reposts, I wasn't sure. She posted them herself over on Fchan so I didn't know if they'd been seen her or not. She's got more stuff there though, check her out!

[ballmasher]

Lol nice one I like the first posted one more ^^.

[Mythical Pain]

And finally...my first story submission! Though it's supposed to be about a fox AND a coyote getting kicked, I haven't actually gotten to the coyote yet lol. But the princess does a number on the poor fox, and I decided to end part one with her just about to meet her coyote servant for the first time.

It's also very much a rough draft so I'm sure there are spelling, grammar, typos and other such errors, so try not to mind them, and be kind lol.

But let me know what you think when you've had a chance to read it!

Anyway, I give you The Princess And The Fox, Part 1


Princess Rebecca stood at the edge of the elegant, semi-circular balcony that ringed her bedroom, high atop one of the castle’s many tall, white-stone towers. She placed her hands on the golden banister that capped the railing of graceful arches and ivy leaves carved from the same white marble that made up the tower itself. The railing felt pleasantly cool in the evening air, as was the breeze that swirled around the tower, rustling her curly, copper red hair around her fair-skinned face.

From the balcony, she had an excellent view of all that would one day be hers. Included in the sweeping panorama were the many soaring towers and white walls of the castle; armored guards patrolling the many crenellated battlements. Beyond the castle proper were the courtyard gardens, a beautiful mixture of emerald green grasses and brilliant blue and red flowers nestled among sparkling sapphire canals. Tall, leafy oaks provided shade for the nobles who came to visit the gardens and also for the servants required to maintain them. Then beyond the garden was the massive stone curtain wall that loomed above the city outside the castle proper, protecting the kingdom’s inner sanctum from all who would do it harm.

These days it seemed there were many who wished to do her people harm. Rumors of war circled her kingdom like vultures circling a dying beast. At least, Rebecca had been told they were merely rumors. Yet as often as she came to her balcony, lounging in the shade of the cheerful blue canopy during the day or gazing at the stars at night, she had seen the long columns of armored men passing through the city beyond the walls of the castle. Men in armor of leather and metal studs holding pikes and marching in ordered rows, and other men in heavy plated steel atop massive warhorses. The army would not be called up, let alone sent forth, on rumor alone.

And rumor would not keep her bound to the castle like some filthy prisoner. In her younger days, before her people had considered her to have reached womanhood, she was kept in the castle to protect her “innocence.” A ludicrous idea, as far as she was concerned. Besides, with as many guards as she always had following her around, what did they think was going to happen? Surely they did not think some wretched, ale-smelling drunkard was going to accost her, drag her into a grimy alley and have his way with her? She almost wished someone would try, she’d twist his testicles right off his body and laugh all the while.

How excited she’d been to have finally reached the age where her family might allow her into the city on her own, with only a guard or two to ensure her safety. And how bitterly disappointed she’d been when that age had come and gone, and brought with it only more hours of solitude, and the dark tidings of a great war brewing somewhere near the border. Honestly, she just didn’t see how a war that may or may not even be going on was any reason to keep her locked in the castle. Then again, late at night, she could have sworn she saw something on the horizon. Something dancing in the darkened sky, shifting shapes in the darkness. Whatever it was, she told herself each time she’d seen it that it was only her imagination, but it was enough for her to put her impatience aside, and wait just a little longer until things were safe again.

Now, though, she was becoming increasingly irritated with her near imprisonment. From her lofty perch she gazed out across the massive sprawl of her kingdom’s capital city, spreading in all directions as though her castle were merely the heart of some ever-growing, ever-changing beast. Her city was filled with buildings of all shapes and sizes, many of stone and mortar and many more of wood. Long walkways spanned from one high rooftop to another with colorful banners hanging from them, flapping in the breeze. Many buildings had been whitewashed and many more painted bright colors, others white walls with dark beams and framework.

Now though, everything was the same fiery shade of orange as the last beams of sunlight spilled across the land. The sun was swiftly slipping behind the looming teeth of the nearby mountains, their black silhouettes a row of spikes across the fiery orb. Soon enough the last of the brilliant orange light would fade, and just as it painted the evening sky in layers of pink and purple, so too would it soon paint the city first with shades of lavender, and finally darkness.

As torches were being lit down throughout the city streets, the princess finally turned away in disgust. War or no war, there was a celebration planned for the city tonight. A celebration she was not going to be allowed to attend. If she remained on her balcony long enough to hear the shouts and song of revelry and games, she was only going to get more and more angry. She may as well go inside, and try and relax. Perhaps she’d blow off a little steam; she knew just the way.

The princess passed through the wide glass paneled double doors that lead from her balcony to her bedroom, and closed them behind herself so as not to hear the joyous cries of the townsfolk. Pausing a moment, she decided that if she wasn’t going to have a good evening, neither was her foxy. Her foxy, as she affectionately called him, was her personal servant. He did any task she required from fetching her meals to washing her clothes to taking her abuse in quite the literal sense.

Rebecca peered around the room, her ruby lips twisting into a scowl. She was dismayed to find that the servant wasn’t already in her room, waiting for her! Surely he had not gone far, she supposed even an animal like him had to eat now and then. Or perhaps he was making water? For some reason, that thought made her giggle. Silly foxy. Well, no matter, she’d have all the more reason to punish him when he did return. No doubt he would be back any moment.

As she waited for him to arrive, she glanced about her room. The inside of the tower walls had been paneled in dark wood, and dressed up with all manner of soft velvet tapestries and beautiful paintings. Though she was free to roam the castle and it’s grounds, she spent much of her time in her room and so she wished it to be as comfortable and inviting as possible. Scattered about the room were several comfortable recliners, silken blue and silver cushions stuffed with goose down. At one side of the circular room was her bed, a massive four poster bed with pale blue blankets and a silvery canopy. She liked blue, dressed herself in it as often as she could. She smoothed out the sky blue blankets of her bed, and then walked to the mirror settled between two large, mahogany dressers with golden latches upon their drawers.

Rebecca peered at herself in the mirror. With no way to go into town and no one to show off for, she found little reason to dress especially ladylike these days. Today she wore a pale blue blouse with several pearl buttons. It was cut just low enough to reveal a bit of her recently ample cleavage, clinging to the soft mounds hidden beneath the fabric. She also wore a cute little skirt of blue and white, and while pretty, it was not an especially lacy or frilly affair, more a simple skirt a country girl might wear. She had it cut high enough above her ankles to avoid having to hike it up too much to climb the many stairs leading too and from her bedroom. And of course, she kept the skirt loose enough to ensure her knees were free for when Foxy was a bad puppy.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, three sharp raps in quick succession. It was her Foxy’s knock, he always knocked three times. Just to let him stew a little, she ignored it, and instead set about fixing her hair in the mirror. She picked up the fine-toothed brush nearby, and worked the wind-wrought tangles from her copper red hair. Soon enough it hung once more in coiled curls about her head. That would do, she supposed.

After letting her servant wait, Rebecca finally walked towards the door. She had already decided she was going to punish her servant. The princess always had a bit of a cruel streak, and she’d long since given up trying to fight it. From her youth as a tom-boy roughing up mouthy pages and into her present days punishing her servant, that was simply part of who she was. She stood near the door, folded her arms beneath her breasts, which propped them up just a little, and thrust her chin out defiantly.

“Enter.”

The door opened, and as expected, it was Foxy. Of course he had a name of his own, but she’d never cared for it. Instead she called him Foxy because, well, that was exactly what he was. A fox! At least, he would be a fox if foxes walked on two legs in close imitation of mankind, spoke like men, and dressed themselves like men. To be sure, he was not a fox in the truest sense of the world, but nor was he a man.

His species all walked upright just as humans did, and they had the same sort of true intelligence and emotion as mankind. Their bodies were even anatomically similar in many ways, though they possessed all the fine details of a fox. Right down to the canine head and muzzle, and the long fluffy tail, and a body covered with soft, silky fur. His people had their own name for their race, but most of them lived in barbaric tribes or filthy hovels, so what did they know? Rebecca’s own kingdom simply referred to them as the beast races in order to differentiate them from men and animal.

Rebecca simply called him a fox, and while he might not like it, he certainly wasn’t going to argue. Much as he didn’t argue with her about being called Foxy. After all, he literally owed the girl his life. Prior to becoming her servant, Foxy had been a thief, and by his own accounts, he’d been a rather accomplished one. However, he’d made the foolish mistake of attempting to divest the castle of some of it’s finest treasures, and in doing so had been caught and sentenced to the amputation of both hands. Which was in effect, a death sentence. The princess had asked to have him spared, on the grounds that he become her servant for as long as she wished it, which was likely to be the rest of his life. Still, he got to keep his hands attached and his blood inside his body, so she didn’t think he had much place to argue.

“Well?” Rebecca asked, a little irritation creeping into her voice. As she waited for him to speak, she looked him over. She had to admit, even a fox looked smart in a crisp, silver-buttoned, indigo blue tunic tucked into black breeches. Like much of his body, his face and muzzle were covered primarily with silky, rusty red fur, though it faded and melted into a soft black near his nose, and at the tips of his pointed ears. All along his chin the fine fur was of a creamy white. That same white ran down his throat and eventually sunk beneath his tunic. His hands were also furred in black, though the dark fur melted back into red just past his wrists making it look as though he wore a set of ebon gloves. When he fumbled for an answer, she clarified herself. “Just where the hell have you been?”

“Well, you see Your Highness-.”

Rebecca never left him finish. No sooner had he begun to speak then she kicked the fox right in his canine privates as hard as she possibly could! She leaned back a little as she kicked him, snapping her bare foot as sharply and swiftly up between his furry thighs as possible. The top of her cute feminine foot caught the fox’s testicles dead on as they dangled inside his breeches; and the impact sent a jolt of pain through the fox that was so sharp and shocking it caused him to yelp in agony the same way his own canine ancestors would have done!

“ARRRRPPP!”

The force of the princess’s well aimed kick not only lifted the fox’s testicles, but mashed them against his pelvis! Rebecca could actually feel the fox’s testicles against her foot, like rubbery little hens eggs. One unfortunate gland squashed out to either side of her foot. But thanks to the relative tightness of the fox’s breeches and the position of her foot, the fox’s nuts had nowhere to hide and were ****** to take the full and complete impact of the princess’s kick.

For Foxy, the sudden upwelling of agony was unbelievable. This was far from the first time she’d kicked him in the groin, but each time it happened again, it seemed like the worst time. Pain that was oh-so-sharp knifed through both vulpine testicles, up into his guts and kidneys, and in an instant the fox had dropped to his knees against the plush soft blue carpeting of the Princess’s floor. Tears welled in his dark green eyes and he clutched at his crotch with both hands, pitching muzzle-first onto the floor as the sharper pains began to give way to that familiar and horrifyingly wretched ache.

For Rebecca, the effect could not have been more exquisite! The moment she felt those silly canine nuts squishing between her foot and his pelvis, she could see the agony wash over his face and muzzle in waves. First his admittedly beautiful green eyes popped out of their sockets as though they were trying to leap from the fox’s skull! Then, the fox went so intensely cross-eyed she might have guessed that his parents were actually cousins! His mouth dropped open, his muzzle forming the canine equivalent of an “O!” shape. And his pointed, black tipped ears twisted back, flattening against his head as he crumpled to his knees.

Rebecca loved seeing that expression on his face. That twisted, crumpled look of purely male agony, the look that was always best when she took him completely by surprise. That way, not only was the fox’s face and muzzle wrenched into silly expressions by the pain, but also by the highly unpleasant realization that yes, she’d just kicked him in the privates again, and yes, his precious furry balls were going to suffer for a long time to come!

Foxy had come to rest against the carpet with his chin against the floor, his knees braced against the ground, and his crotch cradled in both his furry hands. Now, his eyes were squeezed shut beneath his pinned-back ears, and she could see tears sneaking their way out of his shuttered lids. Canine fangs bared themselves as his muzzle and lips twisted up in a grimace of agony. He was trembling in place, grunting a little, and from what she could tell, barely even breathing.

“Don’t forget to breathe, Foxy,” she sneered at him, giggling like mad at the silly position she’d put him in. Rebecca moved to put a foot upon his muzzle, wiggling her toes a little to tease him. “Found your balls again, didn’t I,” she added, as if it wasn’t entirely obvious.

Rebecca removed her foot from his muzzle, and once more folded her arms under her breasts. She walked around him a little, like a lioness circling her prey. She had more in store, but she figured she should let him catch his breath first. After all, she didn’t want to kill the fox! Pausing behind him, she noticed that his fluffy, red furred and black tipped tail was now tucked between his thighs, under his rump.

“Aww, how cute! Are you trying to show your submission?” She said, teasing him again. “I should think we’ve already got that covered.”

When the fox finally found his breath again he filled his lungs with several large gulps of air in a row. Rebecca unfolded her arms, and bent forward to grasp his tail. She was always amazed by just how soft and silky and warm his fur was. She didn’t know about the time he’d spent as a thief, but now that he was her servant, he went out of his way to keep himself clean, and kept his fur very well cared for. Several baths a day she suspected, and she liked that.

Rebecca ran her fingers through the thick, lush fur of her fox’s tail, marveling at the silken texture of it. And it was so thick! No wonder hunters got paid so much for fox hide. True fox hide, that was, not the hide of whatever it was his species called their people. Verma-lima-noma-something or other. Gibberish, the lot of it! For a moment, she wondered just how much his hide would be worth! Not that she’d ever even consider it. Rebecca wouldn’t say that she loved her fox servant, but she certainly cared for him…after a fashion. Though her own treatment of his most private parts might not show it, she went out of her way to make sure he was well looked after. Perhaps it was just that he was hers, and only she got to bust his balls!

Princess Rebecca suddenly yanked the fox’s tail hard, hoisting his rump a few more inches into the air. Foxy cried out in pain and surprise, that was connected to his spine, after all! “AH! Your…Highness! …Hurts!”

“Of course it hurts,” Rebecca muttered, rolling her own azure eyes. “I kicked you in the balls, you silly beast.”

“No…No…I mean…Ow! OW!”

Rebecca blinked, pursing her lips before she caught on. “Oh, you mean your tail! I’m honestly surprised you could even feel that over the pain in your balls!”

Rebecca loved getting to say things like that to the fox. She couldn’t very well go around saying dirty words like “balls” and “nuts” around the Court, and really, not even around her hand maidens though that was where she’d learned such language in the first place. She’d meant what she said though; she was surprised he could feel any other pain at all right now! Perhaps that meant it was time for her to kick him again.

With his tail hoisted up in the air, and his rump exposed towards her, he was certainly in a good position for her to do just that! Or he would be, were he not still clutching them so protectively. He certainly looked silly like that, the curves of his rump pressed against his black leather breeches, his black furred fingers cradling the bulge beneath them protectively. Though it might give away the element of surprise, she knew one way to get him to move his hands. She’d simply order him to do it!

“Move your hands!” she snapped at him, tapping her bare toes against his fingers.

“Yes, Highness,” the fox whimpered, slowly removing his hands from his groin, and bracing himself against them, halfway up to his hands and knees. Even if she wasn’t about to kick him, he wouldn’t be getting up for another few minutes.

“Good boy,” she murmured, giggling a little.

Now she had a better view of the lumps between his legs. Much like the fox’s rump was outlined against his breeches, so too were the fox’s testicles! From her vantage, holding his tail up and peering down beneath his rump, they looked roughly like small hens eggs nestled between his thighs, just beneath his butt, and silhouetted in black against his breeches. It gave the princess a sort of wicked thrill to see such private organs half displayed and helpless before her.

But not near the wicked thrill it gave her to once more drive her bare foot right into the fleshy fox globes! Which she did, first drawing back her foot, then letting it fly to kick those already aching balls a second time! From behind, holding his tail she could actually see her feminine toes slam into his masculine orbs, squishing them a little, flattening them out beneath his breeches! This time, one of them nearly escaped it’s punishment, sliding out to the side of her foot and suddenly bulging against his breeches just beside her foot like a debutante desperate to make her first appearance. Nonetheless, the fox’s entire body jerked with the sudden doubling of his pain and the re-emergence of that first terrible sharp, stabbing agony. She might have thought that little ball escaped it’s sentence if it weren’t for the fact that poor Foxy literally screamed like a little girl!

The combination of the fox’s ball moving as if on it’s own accord, and the fox’s shrill scream and protruding tongue as he curled up was more then enough to leave the princess gasping for air herself, simply because she was laughing so hard! She released the fox’s tail, and moved to sit upon her bed lest she end up on the floor right next to him.

Foxy was now clutching his fiercely aching balls in both hands again, writhing and squirming about on the floor like a worm freshly plucked from the earth. Before, tears had been seeping down his cheeks, now the fox was flat out sobbing. Hot waves of clenching ache washed over him again and again, making him feel as though her foot were still wedged between his thighs, squishing them without a shred of mercy. And the longer he rolled about, ruffling up his fur and wrinkling his shirt, the harder the princess laughed, and the more his bruised testicles ached!

“Oooh, God! God! My baaalls, my baaaaaaalls!” His voice was strained and taut with pain, twisted by his sobs. “Oooh, my poooor balls!”

Rebecca, on the other hand, was nearly writhing in bliss! She’d never actually gotten him twice in a row like that, but she was definitely going to start doing it more often! The pain seemed simply unbearable, and she just couldn’t understand why. How on earth could two little lumps between the fox’s legs cause him so much agony as to leave him stricken upon the floor? Rebecca was certainly glad she didn’t have a pair of those silly things. Truly it was a wonder that men were able to accomplish anything when one little blow in the wrong spot would leave them curled and sobbing.

Sitting upon the edge of her bed, Rebecca clutched her own crotch a little through her skirt, doubling over and trying to cross her eyes, scrunching up her face a little. “Oooh, my balls, my balls,” she giggled, teasing the fox with the best imitation of his pain she could manage.

From his spot on the floor, Foxy glared up at her in anger. But the defiance in his tear-wet emerald eyes soon melted into humiliation, and he lowered his head back down, whimpering. “Oooh, God, my nuuuuts,” he moaned. “You really got me good that time! Ooooh….Oh, my God…they ache soooo much. This is…the worst you ever got me…your Highness…”

“Excellent!” The worst she’d ever gotten him? Ooh, Rebecca liked that. She wondered briefly if he was only telling her that to try and placate her, but she decided she didn’t care. She enjoyed hearing it either way, and decided she’d give him a treat. She just wasn’t exactly sure what it would be. She hopped back to her feet off the edge of the bed, and padded over to the fox.

Foxy wasn’t quite squirming as much now, rather he was just slowly rolling back and forth, curled up on one side, then rolling to the other. Still clutching his twice-battered grapes, and wondering just when the horrific aching would finally begin to fade! Sometimes he wondered if it would have been better to just let them chop his hands off and be done with it! He tried to stop his squirming, curling up on his side, but it was only a matter of heartbeats before he was once more rolling back and forth, rocking too and fro. The ache in his balls was like some kind of motor that propelled him to constant motion! And like the waves of an ocean, all his movement was starting to make him nauseous. Oh, no, wait…that was just the pain in his balls.

“Are you going to be alright, Foxy?” The princess asked, putting her hands on her hips as she stood over him.

“God,” The fox coughed, and somehow managed a smirk. “I hope so. Why? Is that…concern I hear…in your voice? You sure…you‘re alright?”

The princess simply smirked down at him. The fox still had a bit of a sarcastic personality left over from his less savory days, and she’d always liked that about him. Though, it rarely shone through when she was busy kicking him in the groin. “Of course I’m concerned. After all I should hardly like to pay to have a healer come to fix your silly nuts.”

Foxy groaned, and rolled a little more. Not that he’d expected anything more from her. Still, he supposed it was better to be cared about as a pet then not at all. “They’re not popped or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Pop?” Rebecca asked, amusement and excitement tinting her voice. “They can pop?”

“I…well…that is…” Foxy gulped, suddenly feeling very helpless, and very vulnerable. He curled up onto his side, but could not stop the squirming, rubbing his legs together around his cradling fingers. The side of his head and muzzle were flat against the floor now and he was trying to keep his tongue off the carpet. “I guess they can…”

“Now that…” Rebecca said, once more prowling around the prone fox with a deadly, predatorial grace, “Is a thoroughly amusing idea! To think they could actually pop! Like a piece of overripe fruit, you think, dropped from a high balcony? Or perhaps like…Oh, I know!”

Foxy groaned and tried to curl up tighter as Rebecca dashed across her room. Near her bed, there was an antique table of dark, polished wood, with legs carved to resemble long slender dragons holding the tabletop aloft. At the table was a bowl of fresh fruit from the castle’s own gardens and orchards, and after digging around in the bowl a little, Rebecca walked back over. From his spot on the floor, all the fox could see at first were her toes settling into the carpet, her toenails painted a light shade of blue matching her shirt. It was cute, in a way, he often thought she’d be a charming girl if she didn’t have such a wicked streak buried so deeply in her heart.

“Look up, Foxy,” Rebecca said, and from the tone of her voice, it was clear he didn’t have a choice.

Foxy rolled over onto his back so that he could peer up at her without actually having to lift his head from the floor. Rebecca, peering down at him with her red curls hanging about her face, held in her hand a few grapes. Foxy’s already nauseas belly sank, he knew what she was going to do, but he doubted that made it any less enjoyable for her. He thought about asking her not to bother, but he realized that would only encourage her.

Once she had his attention, Rebecca smiled at him, and pressed one of the plump purple grapes between thumb and finger. “Now, I have taken your silly little furry nuts between my thumb and finger like this before, haven’t I?”

Foxy whimpered, but when it was clear she expected an answer, he slowly nodded. “Yes, Your Highness, you have.”

“And what did I do to them?” Rebecca smiled sweetly, and put a little pressure on the grape, it began to bend just a little between her digits.

Foxy felt his tail tucking against his will till it was nearly covering his black furred hands completely, like a red fluffy pillow hiding the area between his thighs. “You pinched them.”

“That’s right, I did,” Rebecca said, adding a little more pressure. “Do you remember the time I did that too you, first thing in the morning? I was in my nightdress, and I caught you trying to watch me change.”

“Of course I remember,” he murmured. He hadn’t actually been trying to watch her change, he’d just entered with her breakfast at the worst possible time! And suffered the consequences as a result.

“Tell me what happened!” Rebecca kept up the pressure on the grape, but had not yet added anymore. “In detail, Foxy, I remember it well but I want to hear you say it.”

“I…but if…oh, very well.“ Foxy huffed a frustrated sigh. He knew this was another of her little games, and not playing along was only going to make the inevitable harder on him! “You sat on your bed, and made me stand there while you pinched my testicle. And when I couldn’t take the pain and fell, you…” His ears drooped as he realized this scene was probably about to be repeated tonight. “You sat on me, and pinched it some more. Until I was screaming.”

“That’s right!” Rebecca giggled, what a fun morning that was! “But never once while I pinched it, did it do this!” And with that, she smashed the grape between her fingers, bursting the little fruit. Droplets of juice fell and stained the fox’s muzzle with sweet, sticky patches. The sight made him curl up and whimper, and Rebecca merely laughed, popping the remnants of the grape into her mouth.

Which seemed to give her an idea, as she quickly put another grape in her mouth. Making sure she had the fox’s attention, she placed the grape just between her front teeth. She bit down slowly at first, then all at once bit the little orb of fruit in half, the other half tumbling through the air to splatter against the fox’s face, almost just between his eyes. He yipped in alarm, and finally rolled away from the princess, struggling to get back to his feet.

“You can have that bit, I think,” Rebecca said, nudging it with her toe as Foxy found he couldn’t quite rise, and instead just crawled a few paces away. She bent down to pick up the half grape, and then flicked it at the fox’s rump as he moved away from her, laughing when it stuck, for a moment, to his breeches. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not near done ringing those little bells of yours, Foxy.”

The fox hung his head, sighing, his ears drooping and his tail hanging low. “…Of course you’re not.”

“Oh, don’t be such a whiny little pup, Foxy.” Rebecca put her hands on her hips, grinning. “I haven’t even given you a single kick between the legs in weeks, until tonight. You should be glad I gave you such a break!” She walked up behind him again, grinning. “Now, back on the floor, Please!”

Rather then actually wait for him to get back on the floor, she simply snapped her foot out, kicking the fox right under his butt and tail, catching him straight in his fat furry balls again. It was not a hard kick this time, but it was a swift, sharp one and it sent an eruption of pain cascading through already aching gonads. The fox’s body jumped, and he yelped, this time cursing with quite the expletive!

“Oh, Fuck!” The fox grabbed his balls in both hands which quickly sent him from his hands and knees to laying his muzzle on the floor once more. Whining loudly, he slowly flopped over onto his side where he lay trembling in pain, his snout all crinkled up. “Oh, God! Oh, God, not again! Awwwww!”

Rebecca simply laughed and shook her head, eating a few more grapes. “My, my, Foxy, what a dirty mouth you have. I shall have to wash it out. Or, perhaps I shall just punish what you hold most dear a little more. Besides, I don’t know what you’re cursing and whining about.” She shrugged and rolled her eyes, she just didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. It was just his balls, nothing important after all. “I barely even kicked you that time, it was just a little swing of my foot. You boys make such a big deal about those silly things.”

“Uuhh….Uhhnnn! Aaaaahhaannnn….,” was all the fox could manage to reply with, as he lay on his side with his eyes squeezed shut, his red furred muzzle twisted into a grimace of pain.

“You’re speaking more clearly lately,” Rebecca said, watching him with a giggle.

“My…My nuts!” The fox coughed, trembling and twitching.

“Yes, yes, I know it’s your nuts. That’s what I aimed for after all. Now, stop being such a little weakling and roll onto your back for me.”

The fox didn’t look as though he was going to be able to comply, so Rebecca sighed and decided to help him along. She moved down onto her knees, careful not to tear her skirt, and grabbed the fox by an arm in one hand, and a knee in the other. With a grunt of effort, the princess tugged the fox from his side over onto his back. He lay there for a moment, groaning, and then he began to turn over onto his side again. To stop him, Rebecca simply reached out and snatched one of his tender ears, yanking it sharply.

“Don’t roll any further unless you want to tear this thing!” The fox’s ear was warm against her fingers, and velvet soft. She almost felt bad threatening it! …Almost. She twisted it sharply to make her point, and the fox quickly yelped and rolled back towards her to lay upon his back.

“There!” He said, still struggling to catch his breath again. “…Happy?”

“I certainly am,” the princess said, shifting from cruel to kind in an instant and stroking that same velvet soft ear to soothe it. “Now, catch your breath a moment, and move your hands for me.”

The princess could have moved his hands herself, but she was planning to grasp his feet instead, and she didn’t want her hands to be full. Once she had her foot in place, he could try and clutch at himself all she wanted, it wouldn’t matter then. While she waited for the fox to recover a little bit, she crouched down and wrapped her fingers around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any boots or shoes, just padding about barefoot. His feet, much like his hands, were mostly human like in appearance though covered in soft, ebon fur, like little black socks the fox could never take off. And much like he had soft pinkish pads on the underside of his hands, so too did he have upon the bottoms of his feet.

Rebecca slowly stood back up, straightening her knees and hoisting the fox’s feet with her. Once she was standing again, she slowly pulled his black furred feet apart, parting the fox’s thighs. Smiling, she ordered him to move his hands for her, and when he did so, she lifted her right foot, and pressed it against the fox’s crotch. Shivers ran down her spine as she felt the fox’s bruised testicles shift a little beneath her toes, underneath the soft leather of Foxy’s breeches. She wiggled her foot around, making him groan and ball up his fists. Then she shifted her foot forward just a little, till she could feel the slight bulge of his canine knot beneath his breeches. When her foot touched that part of him, the fox gave a different sort of moan, and sucked in a breath through his sharp teeth.

“What is this?” She asked, gently rubbing the ball of her foot against the fox’s knot.

Foxy gave as strange, whimpering sort of groan, his eyes fluttering. One ear twisted back against his head and she could feel him starting to firm up beneath her foot. “It’s…my knot.”

“Knot?” Rebecca furrowed her brows a little, tilting her head. Copper coils hung over her face.

“It’s…part of a canine‘s…well…his penis,” The fox muttered in humiliation, ears dropping.

“Oh, how odd. Why does it have a knot, did you tie it shut?” Rebecca giggled to herself, but the fox didn’t seem to follow along with her little joke. “Nevermind, Foxy. Perhaps I shall have you show it to me later.”

“Sh…show?!” The fox gasped, lifting his head from the ground. That was just a bit bolder then she’d ever gotten with him!

“Yes, perhaps I shall! Though I’ll be honest…” Rebecca smirked as she slid her foot a little further until she felt the plump ovals of the fox’s testicles once more settled beneath the ball of her foot. “I’m a little more interested in seeing these little nuts of yours. I’ve seen the balls of horses and things, but never up close and never something like you.”

“Well, your Highness, I’d rather keep my pants on, but…”

Rebecca pulled her foot back just a little to snap it right into the bottoms of the fox’s testicles as he lay on his back. Her toes met trouser-clad fox testicles with a sharp THWACK and she could almost see them bounce beneath his black breeches! The fox yelped in pain and started to curl up, but the princess quickly pressed her foot right back down between his thighs, this time adding some pressure to already aching canine nuts! His eyes went cross as she pushed down, holding the fox’s feet as she stepped on his furry privates. Hot, sharp pain washed through him, and this time the fox gave a long, trembling moan, his hands reaching for his groin.

“Don’t you dare say no to me, Foxy.” She pushed down a little harder as he grabbed weakly at her foot. “If I want to see you naked, I will see you naked!”

Then Rebecca suddenly stepped down much harder, leaning forward to put her weight into the pressure smashing the fox’s testicles. At the same time, she hauled his feet higher into the air, trapping helpless fox gonads between opposing ******. Before long, she could feel those fat fox fruits starting to give just a little, tender glands compressing beneath her foot as she tried to hoist his butt into the air with her arms, and pushed it right back down with her leg.

“AAAAAAAAAH!” Foxy screamed in pain, his face and snout contorting, back arching away from the floor. Eyes squeezed shut but leaking tears once more, he reached for her foot, gathering his fingers around her ankle.

“Aww, what’s the matter Foxy?” The princess asked, teasingly feigning innocence. “Am I hurting your…what did you call them before? Puppy-Makers? I don‘t think you‘ll be making pups in anyone anymore, so I may as well just squash them.”

Rebecca pushed her foot down harder, pulling up on his feet with more force as well. The fox screamed again, and as she began to wiggle and bounce her foot a little against his balls, she felt a wicked, wonderful sense of power and delight running rampant through her. Some sort of warm, feminine satisfaction at having a male at her mercy she supposed. A sense of power at having her foot pressed so deeply into his most private parts, holding his legs open to keep those same privates exposed for her punishment, her abuse. Knowing there was nothing at all he could do to stop her! Rebecca had to admit, she loved it!

“You’re trying awfully hard to get your paws around my foot, aren’t you Foxy.” She smirked forward, leaning forward against her foot until she felt those globes of fox flesh get just a little flatter. Which much to her delight, had the fox screaming even louder and thrashing around against her floor as though he was having some sort of terrible seizure. “If you can get my foot off your little furry nuts, I’ll leave them alone for the rest of the night. Otherwise, I’m going to have a lot of fun with them, all night long…”

The fox, of course, was able to do no such thing. He was a little taller then the princess, and despite being a bit of a wiry fox, he was nonetheless usually stronger then her. But just one kick in the testicles was more then enough to sap the creature’s strength to the point where she could easily overpower him. To say nothing of multiple kicks to the privates! Foxy’s fingers trembled constantly as he wrapped them around her ankle, trying to pry her foot away from his groin. As much pain as she’d inflicted on his most vulnerable of parts, he could do little more then cause her weight to shift back and forth slightly.

“Oh, that’s not a very good try, my little Foxy. I should have thought you’d do better.” Rebecca smirked down at him, straightening up to take the worst of the weight off of the fox’s gonads. Which relieved some of the pain, but not much. His rather pitiful attempts to dislodge her foot gave her an idea, though, and soon she was rocking her foot back and forth, back and forth against the fox’s groin. “How’s that feel, Foxy?”

The answer, obviously, was agonizing. And just as obviously, the fox wasn’t really able to reply. All he managed was a series of guttural groans. Groans of pain that ebbed and flowed like the coming of the tide each time she rocked her foot from side to side. The movement rolled the fox’s balls back and forth a little bit, and soon the princess discovered that if she pushed her foot far enough to the left or the right, she could isolate a single fox testicle and trap it up against his thigh, and his groin. Each time she moved her foot towards the side, she could see a plump fox stone bulge out against his breeches, the egg shaped vulpine lump showing itself off through the fox’s pants.

“Oh, Foxy, look at that! I think they want to be seen!”

Rebecca worked her foot back and forth a few more times, marveling at the ease with which she could manipulate the fox’s reproductive organs, and how she could control the intensity of his pain and the groans it produced just by mashing her foot a little more or a little less against one of those silly bulges. As she worked her foot from thigh to thigh, the fox cried out in agony when she pressed firmly against one of them. Then groaned louder still, his green eyes rolling in pain, when she wriggled her foot against them both. Every movement brought more hot, leaden pain to the fox, his furry body twisting and writhing against the plush carpet, his red furred face scrunched and contorted.

She drug her foot against his crotch, all the way up towards his thigh until she’d pushed out the fox’s left testicle against his breeches. Then she turned her foot a little, trying to trap that little rubbery blob beneath her toes. It slipped and slid about beneath her foot, and her arms were starting to get a little weary from holding the fox’s struggling legs. Each time she was nearly able to squeeze it in her toes, it popped free again! And each time it slipped away, it sent a sharp little jolt of pain through the fox that made him yip in the cutest way! Finally, Rebecca grew tired of trying to squash the silly egg inside her toes, and simply stepped down on it again. She had it trapped well enough now that she could really put some pressure on it, and as she felt it start to flatten out a little bit, Foxy began to howl! A loud, lingering canine howl of intense agony she’d never have to feel herself. How delightful! The fox’s face screwed up tighter then ever, and when his breath gave out his muzzle remained open, a silent scream as Rebecca worked her foot against that helpless fox nard.

By now the princess’s arms were getting quite tired, and she finally released the fox’s feet. But for the moment, she kept her own foot pressed firmly against his crotch, wiggling it a little more. She let up on that single ball, and just rested her foot against his vulpine genitals. She could feel their outlines against her foot, one of them definitely felt a little swollen now! She giggled a bit to herself; what odd things they were. She folded her arms across her chest and glared down at Foxy. The silly male was sobbing all over again, trying to grab at his aching balls once more. She supposed she may as well let him for a moment.

Rebecca pulled her foot away, and Foxy slowly and gingerly curled up into a cute little agonized ball. His black tipped, red furred tail was more fluffed out behind him then ever, his groin cupped in both hands, his once-crisp blue tunic now crumpled and wrinkled, and the tufted fur along the side of his cheeks wet with tears, and mashed flat against the carpet. Mashed flat, rather like his testicles, the Princess thought with a laugh.

“My, my, Foxy, don’t you look a sight. A sad, pathetic little sight.” Rebecca hiked her skirt a little and set her foot atop the fox’s side as though standing upon a vanquished foe, wiggling her blue painted toes against his ribs. “Now, if I were you, Foxy…I would seriously consider telling me just why you vanished earlier this evening. Because if I don’t find out soon, I might decide to see what it takes to squish those little things dangling twixt your thighs into fox-berry jam!”

For a little while, Foxy couldn’t reply. He struggled for long minute after long minute to catch his breath, hoping and praying that the horrible ache between his legs would someday go away, that he wouldn’t vomit his dinner all over the princess’s carpet, and that he might still be able to make kits some day! Finally, though, he was able to fill his lungs with a little more air, and soothe the worst of his bodies’ trembling.

Lifting his head as much as he dared, he sniffled and said, “I went to fetch your present, Highness.”

“Present?” Rebecca blinked, and then gasped. “My new pet?”

The fox gave a glum nod, resting his head against the floor and groaning again. “Awwww….Oooh, God, my baaaaalls…”

Rebecca giggled a little, prodding him with her foot. “That’s hardly the answer I requested, Foxy.”

Was her new pet really here, already? In an attempt to smooth over her growing frustrations and anger, her parents had promised her a new pet! They knew how much she “loved” her Fox Servant, and they thought if she liked a former thief that much, wouldn’t she love a true servant? So they had promised her another beast-person servant, one that was born and bred into the servant’s life, trained to properly serve nobility! Rebecca of course, thought that a wonderful idea! It was so rare to come across a refined animal like that, and though she knew Foxy hated when he was referred to as an animal, she couldn’t help but think just that now and then.

“My new pet is here? So early?” He hadn’t been expected to arrive for another few weeks, at the earliest! What wonderful news! Now she almost felt guilty for beating up her poor Foxy when he’d only been off doing something he knew would make her happy. …Almost. A happy smile spread almost from red curl to red curl as they hung down across her cheeks, and she prodded Foxy with her foot. “Why didn’t you say so? Where is he?”

Foxy resisted the urge to point out he’d been trying to tell her exactly that when she first kicked him in the groin! Instead, he just lifted a shaky, black furred hand, and pointed to the door. Her new servant had been waiting just down the hall all along! Probably wondering what those terrible screams were, and considering running away as fast as his little tan furred feet would carry him!

“He’s outside, right now? Wonderful!”

Rebecca immediately forgot any shred of guilt she might have felt over the fox’s pain. Instead, the princess was filled with a sense of excitement and wonder as she bound towards her door. Not only was she getting a brand new servant and pet tonight, but now she’d have two of her very own males to torment! Oh yes, Foxy would not be the only one crumpled on the floor of her room tonight! Oh yes. Rebecca might not be able to join in the city’s celebration, but tonight that wasn’t going to matter. Tonight she was going to have fun!

[jabby]

Fantastic story! Really well written.:ibow4u:

The only bad aspect is now I have to wait for the second part.... WRITE FASTER. :D

[poiu]

Very well done! Not just hot, but really well-written, too. I think my favorite bit was where she teased him about his balls being able to pop :P I'm definitely looking forward to the rest, so keep it coming!

[Mythical Pain]

Fantastic story! Really well written.:ibow4u:

The only bad aspect is now I have to wait for the second part.... WRITE FASTER. :D

Wow, thank you very much! :D Very glad you enjoyed it! Lol I will try and write faster but it's not always a swift process! Meant to have this one uploaded days ago.

My question now is, do I write part 2, or do I write my other two original ideas? The runner up in votes was the Vixen sister kicking her brothers, could go that route, then return to this one. And the dragon getting busted is still near and dear to my heart...

Also want to write some about my tribal coyote characters, and their misadventures with battered puppy makers...

Thanks again!


Very well done! Not just hot, but really well-written, too. I think my favorite bit was where she teased him about his balls being able to pop :P I'm definitely looking forward to the rest, so keep it coming!

Thank you very much Poiu! That really means a lot coming from the resident furry ball busting author! Thanks!

I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

Hehe, yeah, I enjoyed writing that part. Poor Foxy never should have even mentioned that they "weren't popped", that just made her curious! And now she's got something to tease him even more then usual!

There will definitely be more coming!

Oh, I decided to go ahead and post it over on Sofurry as well, so you may see it there too. If they have a friends list or any thing over there I"d be honored to add you too it hehe.

Glad you guys enjoyed it!

[Sajmon]

http://www.daveandthomas.net/2010/01/26/go-nuts-with-camel-balls-bubble-gum/

Found those today in my shop :D I think snoodle will mostly like them :D

[OneBadMamaJama]

Now that was just a beautiful story, man.

Truth be told I started to kinda feel for Foxy. Indentured servant, trapped with the princess basically for life. Yet he seems totally loyal to her, probably since he owes her his life.

At the same time, he's the only one she's ever been able to be actually sexual and intimate with, as "different" as her ways may be. Sure she sees him as just an animal somewhat, but there's still something there.

Sorry, your phenomenal writing just brought out the romantic in me. :)

[Mythical Pain]

Now that was just a beautiful story, man.

Truth be told I started to kinda feel for Foxy. Indentured servant, trapped with the princess basically for life. Yet he seems totally loyal to her, probably since he owes her his life.

At the same time, he's the only one she's ever been able to be actually sexual and intimate with, as "different" as her ways may be. Sure she sees him as just an animal somewhat, but there's still something there.

Sorry, your phenomenal writing just brought out the romantic in me. :)

Wow, thank you very much for the great compliments!

Yeah, I'm a romantic at heart too, so I can totally understand. There is definitely some subtext going on between Foxy and the princess. I don't know if you're the first to pic it up, but you are the first to mention it between the comments here and and the other place I posted it.

I don't think she sees him as an animal as much as she tells herself she does. In reality, she really does like him and consider him a friend, as cruel as she can be to him. But she thinks that not only is it "wrong" for royalty to befriend their servants, but it's doubly wrong when that servant isn't even human. You know humanity, always got to think of themselves as superior. Thus, the non humans are "beast races" and "barbarians" and the only civilized ones get stuck with jobs as servants lol.

And with few friends and fewer men to attach herself too, aside from moronic suitors she's not the least bit interested in, she's really got no one to turn too other then Foxy. So there are definitely some deeply buried feelings between them! Possibly more deeply buried in her then in him, as his loyalty's never in question.

Perhaps that's thinking a bit too deeply about a ballbusting story, lol. But like I said before, even in my ballbusting and fluff stories, I like to have a "serious" backdrop in the story to keep it interesting.

The overall story is one I'd enjoy writing in a more serious and plot/character driven context, exploring not only the potential and mysterious war, but also possible growing friendship and feelings between the princess and her servant. It just also happens to lend itself well to a good ballbusting tale!

Anyway, very glad you enjoyed! Thanks again for the great compliments.

[OneBadMamaJama]

Wow, thank you very much for the great compliments!

Yeah, I'm a romantic at heart too, so I can totally understand. There is definitely some subtext going on between Foxy and the princess. I don't know if you're the first to pic it up, but you are the first to mention it between the comments here and and the other place I posted it.

I don't think she sees him as an animal as much as she tells herself she does. In reality, she really does like him and consider him a friend, as cruel as she can be to him. But she thinks that not only is it "wrong" for royalty to befriend their servants, but it's doubly wrong when that servant isn't even human. You know humanity, always got to think of themselves as superior. Thus, the non humans are "beast races" and "barbarians" and the only civilized ones get stuck with jobs as servants lol.

And with few friends and fewer men to attach herself too, aside from moronic suitors she's not the least bit interested in, she's really got no one to turn too other then Foxy. So there are definitely some deeply buried feelings between them! Possibly more deeply buried in her then in him, as his loyalty's never in question.

Perhaps that's thinking a bit too deeply about a ballbusting story, lol. But like I said before, even in my ballbusting and fluff stories, I like to have a "serious" backdrop in the story to keep it interesting.

The overall story is one I'd enjoy writing in a more serious and plot/character driven context, exploring not only the potential and mysterious war, but also possible growing friendship and feelings between the princess and her servant. It just also happens to lend itself well to a good ballbusting tale!

Anyway, very glad you enjoyed! Thanks again for the great compliments.

In my years of furry perversion (I've been around "the scene" for over a decade now) I've learned that the good stories are the ones that describe sex in a particularly gripping way, but the great stories are the ones in which the story is the main focus and the sexual aspect is the icing on the cake. If you've ever heard of Foxcar, he's a great example (warning, gay). I'd say yours has the beginnings of being one of those. It's not so much a backdrop to give you an excuse to smash some nuts as a great story that just happens to fit well with some ballbustin'.

I would 100% like to read this as a longer story, with relationships and character development. Hell I'd even throw a few bucks at you and buy it as an e-book once it's all complete, and that's not an offer I make very often.

:)

[Mythical Pain]

In my years of furry perversion (I've been around "the scene" for over a decade now) I've learned that the good stories are the ones that describe sex in a particularly gripping way, but the great stories are the ones in which the story is the main focus and the sexual aspect is the icing on the cake. If you've ever heard of Foxcar, he's a great example (warning, gay). I'd say yours has the beginnings of being one of those. It's not so much a backdrop to give you an excuse to smash some nuts as a great story that just happens to fit well with some ballbustin'.

I would 100% like to read this as a longer story, with relationships and character development. Hell I'd even throw a few bucks at you and buy it as an e-book once it's all complete, and that's not an offer I make very often.

:)

Wow! Seriously? That is one of the best compliments I can think of, thank you very much! Not sure that I'll be able to make that happen but I'd certainly like too.

And I agree! Not just about furry stories, but about any sort of "Adult" story. The best are not simply focused on sex or fetishes, but have an enthralling story or interesting characters at their core. You should be able to remove all the sexual or fetish elements and still have a good story.

At least, that's my opinion. Granted, Princess and Pet would only be half as long if I removed the ballbusting, but obviously not if I wrote it all out into the "full story."

I'd have to say it could go two ways, and I've explored the plot lines a little through some online RP. But I've never written it out, yet.

Writing something on that level takes a ton of time, commitment and effort, and while for the most part I just do it for my own amusement, when I stretch something to "novel length" at least part of my feels as though it should be something I might be able to get published some day.

Another part of me wants to craft a great, and epic story, and through in a lot of sex and ballbusting hehe.

Where I to ever actually write out the "full story" for princess and fox, it would feature the fox, obviously, as well as coyotes, wolves, dragons, and gryphons. ( All of which would get nailed in the balls now and then, hehehe. ) Lots of action, drama, plot, some magic, some forbidden romance, maybe a tragedy or two, all that good stuff.

I have thought of E-Booking a few stories and things that might have a bit too much sex involving non-human characters for main stream publication, but that I think would make fantastic novels anyway. Never know I guess!

[Mythical Pain]

Just curious, has anyone else had a chance to read my perhaps too-long story yet?

Thanks again to the three commentators so far, your praise is blowing me away. I'm really glad you guys enjoyed it!

[OneBadMamaJama]

My man, I don't know about "proper novel" length, but if you turn this even into novella sized with real character progression and development, I would absolutely be willing to drop, say, ten bucks on it. No questions asked. You are a good enough writer that I'd consider it a good donation to the cause (the cause being furry erotica writers). I know I'm probably in the minority, but whatever. I think you're a good enough writer to deserve the praise.

Plus, I admit, I want to see Foxy get some good times coming. Lots and lots of ballbusting, sure, but happy times as well. I like the kid. My furry character is part fox, I've always been partial to them types. :)

[Mythical Pain]

My man, I don't know about "proper novel" length, but if you turn this even into novella sized with real character progression and development, I would absolutely be willing to drop, say, ten bucks on it. No questions asked. You are a good enough writer that I'd consider it a good donation to the cause (the cause being furry erotica writers). I know I'm probably in the minority, but whatever. I think you're a good enough writer to deserve the praise.

Plus, I admit, I want to see Foxy get some good times coming. Lots and lots of ballbusting, sure, but happy times as well. I like the kid. My furry character is part fox, I've always been partial to them types. :)

Well it's certainly something to think about! Obviously if I ever did that, I'd have to get a website set up to sell them through, and hopefully I'd be able to get enough people interested to recoup the costs of the site and so on.

But...I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought about doing something like that. Usually with more "serious" stories, but sometimes with furry or dragon based erotic stories, too. Which couldn't be published much through the mainstream routes, and would be better off as "e books" so I could write in whatever I wanted.

Anyway, it's very nice and very flattering and humbling to hear you enjoyed the story that much, and I hope the next sections live up to it!

Two of the other ideas I've mentioned for future stories, including the woman capturing the dragon, and the coyote tribal story, would be the same way. That is, they'd be based of an actual story and characters that interest me, and would also make a great story. At least in my mind! Lol.

Foxy will definitely get some good times in the future! I think you'd also like the "other" version of this particular tale, but I won't lay it out in case I write it hehe.

[OneBadMamaJama]

Well, no matter what you decide to do, I can't wait to see the rest! :ibow4u:

[Mythical Pain]

Well, no matter what you decide to do, I can't wait to see the rest! :ibow4u:

Thanks very much! Hopefully it won't disappoint. You ever do any online rp or anything?

If anyone else gets a chance to read it, please let me know what you think!

[OneBadMamaJama]

Oh... I've been known to dabble in that realm. Once in a while. :D

[ballmasher]

I just got a chance to read princess and the fox and I loved it great work really nicely done I can't wait too see what her next servant species is ^^.

[Arcane]

http://femaledom.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=16790&d=1278953669

[Mythical Pain]

http://femaledom.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=16790&d=1278953669

Nice! My kinda wicked mean tribal girls!

[Mythical Pain]

I just got a chance to read princess and the fox and I loved it great work really nicely done I can't wait too see what her next servant species is ^^.

Thanks very much! The next in line for abuse is likely a coyote, hehehe.

Though, I may write up the first part of the captured dragon being busted first. Snoodle will like him, he's got a big dangly dragon sized pair! Hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

So a lot of you voted, but only about 4 people commented.

I guess the rest of you either didn't read it, or didn't like it?

Next up will either be the next chapter, the vixen sister, or the woman and dragon captive.

[megakidbuu]

In my opinion your story was propably the best furry story i've read in my whole life:iluvu: (no offense poiu), i just loved your detailed stoytelling etc. And i think you should write the next chapter next.

[poiu]

megakidbuu: Heh, no offense taken :P I'm just glad to see more people writing!

Mythical Pain: don't worry too much about the comments (or lack thereof). Hell, sometimes when I don't get much response to something that I thought was really good, I interpret it as a compliment -- it means the readers are too 'distracted' (ahem) by the story to leave their thoughts.

Finally, to close this post with a bit of nutpain, here's a random bit of art: http://www.sofurry.com/page/160918/watchlist

[Mythical Pain]

In my opinion your story was propably the best furry story i've read in my whole life:iluvu: (no offense poiu), i just loved your detailed stoytelling etc. And i think you should write the next chapter next.

Thank you very much! That's really kind of you, and I'm glad you enjoyed it so much!

Chapter Two is probably what I'll do next. Poor little coyote will have quite a shock when he walks into her room and sees the fox curled up on the floor, clutching his aching furry nuts and sobbing.



Mythical Pain: don't worry too much about the comments (or lack thereof). Hell, sometimes when I don't get much response to something that I thought was really good, I interpret it as a compliment -- it means the readers are too 'distracted' (ahem) by the story to leave their thoughts.

Finally, to close this post with a bit of nutpain, here's a random bit of art: http://www.sofurry.com/page/160918/watchlist

Hehe, that's a good point Poiu! I hope everyone else enjoyed it if they got a chance to read it!

If they didn't read it, Chapter 2 is likely get straight back into furry balls being busted since a lot of the backstory's already laid out in chapter one hehe. So I imagine they'll enjoy that!

Also, great pic! Always a nice way to end a post lol.

[One from the Vaults]

I've only read about half way through it so far (wasn't going to comment till the end) but I'm definitely enjoying it. Thanks for the good story, and keep them coming!

Remember, every comment probably represents at least 10 people who share its opinion but didn't post.

[Mythical Pain]

I've only read about half way through it so far (wasn't going to comment till the end) but I'm definitely enjoying it. Thanks for the good story, and keep them coming!

Remember, every comment probably represents at least 10 people who share its opinion but didn't post.

Very cool! If you're about halfway through you should be just getting into the really "good" stuff LOL. Hope you keep enjoying it! Thanks for your comment, looking forward to hearing what you think when you've had a chance to read the rest of it.

And yeah, I guess that's true! That's a good way to look at it.

[Mythical Pain]

This might have already been posted, but I couldn't remember. I posted it in the ballbusting cartoon thread when talking about a human woman kicking minotaurs in the nuts in an old dragonlance book lol.

http://furry-friday.net/fffd_/displayimage.php?pid=12599&fullsize=1

[Mythical Pain]

And also, anime piggy gets crushed!

Well, I had to edit it, the links didn't seem to work when reposted. But check out Ballbustingtube in the anime section, Words Worth, two clips of a big ugly porcine getting nailed in the naked set lol.

[ballmasher]

Any chance of you posting a link to the website?It keeps saying that the website could not be found.

[Mythical Pain]

Any chance of you posting a link to the website?It keeps saying that the website could not be found.

http://********************/ Search for "Anime" then check out the two "Words Worth" clips.

It looks like it won't let me. Sorry! I'm guessing it's blocked or something here so I better not keep trying lol. Ballbustingtube dot com and search Anime.

[ballmasher]

Lol just watched them,nice ^^;)

[Mythical Pain]

Lol just watched them,nice ^^;)

Yeah, those pigs go down hard! I like the one with the little walnut or whatever cracking lol.

[poiu]

Not sure if any of you are still poking around my Pokemon BB website (http://pokemonbusting.heroku.com/), but I figured I'd let you know that I've added a "multi-battle mode" for registered users, meaning you can create matches with any number of combatants you'd like. If you've ever wanted to try 1-on-1 M/M matches, or maybe to pit a team of females against one unlucky male, or even to have a crazy 4-on-4 battle royale, now's your chance :)

I've also added various new species over the past month, so you should find some new nuts to crack. If I'm still missing one of your favorite species, let me know and I'll add it.

As always, thoughts/comments/feature requests welcome!

[Mythical Pain]

Not sure if any of you are still poking around my Pokemon BB website (http://pokemonbusting.heroku.com/), but I figured I'd let you know that I've added a "multi-battle mode" for registered users, meaning you can create matches with any number of combatants you'd like. If you've ever wanted to try 1-on-1 M/M matches, or maybe to pit a team of females against one unlucky male, or even to have a crazy 4-on-4 battle royale, now's your chance :)

I've also added various new species over the past month, so you should find some new nuts to crack. If I'm still missing one of your favorite species, let me know and I'll add it.

As always, thoughts/comments/feature requests welcome!

Now THAT sounds fun! Hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

A dragon in need of a serious busting! Who wants to scramble these dragon eggs?

http://fchan.us/src/m_1275011887186.narse_sketch_5-7-2010.jpg

[kneefodder]

A dragon in need of a serious busting! Who wants to scramble these dragon eggs?

http://fchan.us/src/m_1275011887186.narse_sketch_5-7-2010.jpg

I reckon a scantily clad female knight slashing that over filled sac open with her trusty sword would wipe the grin off his face for sure!:bananajum

[Mythical Pain]

I reckon a scantily clad female knight slashing that over filled sac open with her trusty sword would wipe the grin off his face for sure!:bananajum

Definitely! But I hope if she ruins her toys she's put in a good day's work kicking them around first hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Come on folks, can't let the thread sink TOO Far down! :D

Anyone else had a chance to finish reading Princess and Foxy part one? Gonna start work on Part 2 shortly!

I just finished up my second story for another site, but while it's got a lot of painful ballbusting in it that happens to a dangly-balled dragon, it's done by another male. ( As that's the majority of the fanbase over there. ) So I wasn't sure if anyone here wanted to read it or not. Mostly, one male dragon squeezing the hell out of another and references to common busts in their tribe lol. Then he makes it up to his buddy, with his tongue lol. Not usually what I'm into, but when posting on a sight with a big male/male fanbase gotta make the people happy!

Hehe next up is Princess/Foxy part 2, and the captured dragon soldier getting his dangly eggs scrambled by the human woman!

[ballmasher]

I'm definitely looking forward to reading the male/male section if you choose to post it ^^

[juggalosnyder]

I loved the fox story, but what happend to beloved dragon who was in the midst of having one of three outcomes? Where are you Opy?

[Mythical Pain]

I loved the fox story, but what happend to beloved dragon who was in the midst of having one of three outcomes? Where are you Opy?

Thanks a lot! I hope to have the second part up soon.

As for Poiu and his dragon tales, I suspect he's busy whipping up a fantastic finale for us! Or maybe he's writing all three endings to satisfy everyone hehe.

[poiu]

Heh, yeah, apologies for the wait -- it's been a very hectic summer. The Lia ending to Dragon Slaying is underway, but first I'm trying to finish up another Pokemon BB story, so it may be another couple of weeks before I can really turn my attention to it. (And probably several more months before I get to work on the Opal and Kayla endings.)

In the meanwhile...maybe re-read some older chapters? :P Or heck, write your own version of the finale. Y'all are a creative bunch; I'm sure you could cause P'oiu some serious nuthurt.

[Hidanyote]

Hello folks!

Just another newbie / lurker who tends to watch this thread more than most. Hopefully I'll be more than that soon, as I've been writing a story or two that might fit in with the topic! ;)

I certainly don't consider myself as good as the writers above like Poiu and Mythic Pain, but would look forward to any criticism you all can give once I do get off my furry butt and finish them! (At least criticism on the stories. ;) )

Before I post any, I admit I tend to focus more on...well...outright ********** and some degradation than true ballbusting, would that fit in with this forum? I'd just post a link to it rather than copy into a message, clearly labeled with warnings of course.

[poiu]

Hey, I got something for you! It's a cleaned-up version of a scrap from a long time ago, which I found lying around and thought, hey, why not post this?

So first, a little explanation: back when I started Dragon Slaying, it had a very simple plot. Kayla was determined to pop P'oiu's plums as retribution for attacks on her villagers, and Opal was just as determined to keep his gonads intact so she could harvest his spunk for her potions. The series would end when the conflict came to a head: Kayla would bring a war party to P'oiu's doorstep, and Opal + friends would use various magic to defend the source of their valuable ingredient.

The snippet below comes from an early outline of chapter 5 or 6, where Kayla's village was gearing up for the hunt by "sacrificing" some captured warriors from another tribe (and one or two of their own). However, by the end of chapter 3 or 4, I had decided that my basic plot was too boring, so this scene/plot arc was left on the cutting room floor. Instead, P'oiu embarked on a journey into the woods, and I added a few new characters like Lia the dragoness. Still, this is an interesting look at what might have been, and easily the most testicular destruction I've ever written into a single scene :P

Two things to note:

1. The first half of this contains a lot of casual ballpopping -- multiple guys get neutered. I know not all of you are into that, so beware.
2. The second half of this thing is quite easily the strangest erotic thing I have ever written, and I have written some very strange erotic things. Again, a warning for ballpopping, as well as general twistedness.

Anyway, enjoy, and definitely let me know what you think. This is a little more brutal than my normal subject matter, so I'm curious about y'all's reaction.


The dolphin couldn't help but let out a pained yelp as the female leading him by the balls gave his junk a sharp tug downwards, the brawny male ****** to fall to his knees to prevent his tackle from being torn clean off. His plump spunk-makers ached inside of his captor's tight grip, but he knew better than to complain about a harsh squeeze. After all, he still had his gonads, at least for the time being. Might as well enjoy the feeling while it lasted.

The male ****** his eyes downward towards the dirt as his handler settled down next to him, sitting cross-legged on the dusty earth. In his peripheral vision, the captured warrior could see at least two of his fellow fighters, similarly stripped naked, trussed up, and dragged to their knees by the half-clothed females of their rival village. The agonized groans that rung in his ears confirmed the existence of at least a few more, though it was hard to tell exactly how many men were being held captive. He hoped that at least a majority of men had escaped intact--

But that train of thought was immediately interrupted by the pair of bare, feminine legs that passed in front of him, breaking his line of sight. His gaze was nearly drawn by instinct to the shapely ass and tail that lay above, but the male managed to catch himself before his eyes travelled too far. He'd heard stories about the damage those legs could do to a man. He wasn't eager to experience such things first-hand.

The nude female slowed down as she passed, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the prisoner's involuntary movement -- but now was not the time to make an example of an individual. Instead after a tense moment she turned away, allowing her tail flukes to strike the male lightly across the face as she climbed up on to her raised platform.

Once on her platform, Kayla turned to face the small group of captors and captives, as well as the large crowd of villagers that had gathered behind them. Grimly she scanned the faces of her half-dozen prisoners -- all bottlenose dolphins, from the settlement to the east. In another context they might have been met with compassion, accepted and reborn as members of her tribe -- but not after ambushing a group of children. No, if Hollen's tribe wanted to attack their offspring, then she would wipe out theirs in return. And given the current situation with the dragon -- well, the timing couldn't be better, to be honest.

The orca female raised her arms, lifting her head to the sky and baring her naked body to the full assembly before her. With a mighty shout, she raised her voice to the heavens:

"O mighty gods! We sacrifice to you now the balls of our sworn enemies, in exchange for the balls of the dragon on the mountain. Hear our prayer, that we might take from the dragon the proudest jewels in his horde."

"Hallum!" came the cry of affirmation from the crowd.

With that, the last of the hope among the prisoners was quashed. Kayla could practically feel the chill in the air as the dolphin males fully realized their fate. With a private smirk, the female continued:

"And oh gods of war, please accept also the proud orbs of our own strongest warrior. He has fought to protect our humble village on many occasions, and sired many strong young calves with the females of our tribe. May the sacrifice of his future swimmers be a testament to the strength of our commitment and the righteousness of our cause."

"Hallum!" came the cry again, even louder. At the side of the stage, a male in ceremonial dress nodded silently, his jaw set firmly as he faced his leader.

"We are the Dura!" Kayla thrust her chest forward, glaring down at her trembling captives. "We are protectors of the weak! And when we are attacked unjustly, these transgressions must be repaid in full!"

"Hallum!"

"Begin the ceremony!" she cried.

And with that, a half-dozen shrieks went up in unison, as a dozen individual dolphin-makers were suddenly assaulted from all sides. The prisoner closest to Kayla had his body jerking like a fish out of water, his captor's forearm muscles bulging as she attempted to grind his nuts to butter within her fist. To his right, one female held a male's legs apart while another pummeled his hanging sac with punch after punch, treating his swollen spuds like a boxer's speed bag. One busty female had decided to bite her victim, popping each nut between her teeth, and was now chewing happily on the mush that remained in his slippery scrotum. The unlucky male still clung to the edge of consciousness, limbs twitching and mouth open in a silent scream as his unborn children were reduced to a procreative pulp.

Kayla stepped down into the crowd, smiling as she watched the rival males quickly being turned into eunuchs at the hands and feet (and other body parts) of her female warriors. After so many years of busting on the battlefield, her senses were sharply attuned to the tell-tale signs of a ruptured nut: the soft splurt beneath a female's foot or between her fingers; the pained, instinctive stiffening of a male's tail; the sudden distant look in his eyes as half of his manhood was flattened beyond repair. Within a few seconds, she could tell that the more experienced women had finished their task, but at the end of the line, the youngest of the females was struggling with her male.

Kayla side-stepped a thick black orca tail as it whipped past her, slamming up into one dolphin's groin with a meaty whump. Ignoring the male's impossibly high-pitched squeak (another sure-fire sign of a busted ball), she turned her attention to the inexperienced female, who was currently standing over her captive, stomping her foot down between his legs with increasing frustration.

"Having some trouble?" Kayla asked.

The girl -- in her late teens, by the look of it -- glanced up with some aggravation, but her look softened once she saw who was addressing her. "Uh…yeah. I know stomping is supposed to be the easiest way to pop a testicle, but they both keep squirming out of the way."

The senior orca grinned, watching the dolphin male twitch forcefully as the youngster brought her bare foot down once again. "You've got the right idea, young one, but you're a little too eager with your technique. Here, try just placing your foot on top of his left nut. Like this, see?" Kayla placed her own foot atop his right nut, pinning it with just enough weight to hold it in place.

The female followed Kayla's lead, planting her foot on the other side of his sac and earning a wheezing moan from the dolphin. "Okay, now what?"

"Now just lean forward. Feel how it squishes out between your toes?"

The dolphin on the ground let out an agonized wail as the two women shifted their weight, his dolphin-makers flattened like rubbery pancakes into the hard dirt.

The younger female giggled, flexing her toes around the compressed bubble of manhood. "Heh, awesome. But it's still not popping…"

"Then just add a little bounce to your step," Kayla said, rocking back onto her heel and then forward onto the dolphin's ball once more. "Trust me, no man can survive that for long."

The teenager imitated her teacher, earning the most painful squeal yet from the poor male underfoot. "Lessee…oh, yeah! I can feel it getting all squishy!"

"Great! Now," the orca growled, grinning, "the only question is which one of his nuts is going to pop first."

With that the two women focused on the task at hand, grinding their weight down on top of the prisoner's swollen plums, feeling the sturdy orbs slowly lose their shape, until--

*pop*

"Ahh." Kayla probed the dolphin's scrotum with a toe, feeling the remnants of the orb slosh around in his sac. "The right one, apparently."

The younger female opened her mouth to reply, but instead let out a squeak of surprise as the male's remaining nut suddenly burst between her toes. The orca stood there for a moment, dumb-founded, before a wide smile spread across her face. "Holy--…that was amazing! That's what it feels like to pop a ball? It's so…god, it's so hot!"

"Yep! Never gets old." Kayla patted the teenager on the shoulder. "Just remember, nutpopping is only for our worst enemies. It's not a punishment to be taken lightly."

"Of course." The orca nodded. "I understand."

"Good." The older female glanced back over her shoulder -- apparently the other prisoners had all been finished off by now. "Well, if we're finished here, then I've got some other things to attend to. You enjoy your evening, alright? Find a lucky boy to screw silly. Then it's off to war tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am." The youngster beamed up at her. "Thanks again!"

"Don't mention it," Kayla replied, unable to keep a grin from her own face as she turned away from the bright-eyed youth and the *********** male. Oh, to be a teen again, experiencing everything for the first time...


---------------


Meanwhile, in a single-room hut just a short ways away, another tribe member was preparing to experience a popping for the first time -- but it was not an experience he looked forward to. Quietly the bull orca shed his few articles of clothing, setting the ceremonial garb aside in one corner of the room. It looked rather small, folded up on the dirt floor. Looking down at the bundle of cloth and back at his own bare body, the male suddenly felt very exposed.

Which he was, of course -- as naked as the day he was born -- but usually, that was something to be embraced. He was a strong, powerful male: well-muscled from long days of farming; well-liked from his calm, friendly demeanor; and well-equipped by the grace of the gods. He'd had a long and fruitful sex life, laying down with many females in the village and producing more than his fair share of children. By all definitions, he was the alpha male, and it was good to be the king.

But being the alpha male had its responsibilities, too, for better and for worse. Bryan had been able to repress the thought for most of the day, but once the ceremony had begun, it was rather hard to ignore. He'd seen the ballpopping rituals before, of course, but it was a much more uncomfortable experience knowing that his pair was next. And now, alone in the ceremonial hut, reaching down to cup himself in his hands, weighing the swollen spheres that had hung between his legs since birth…

He wasn't alone with his thoughts for long. Bryan looked up as a dolphin girl brushed aside the straw hanging over the door and stepped into the hut, dressed in traditional garb of her own. With a kindly smile the beta female reached behind her back, unclasping her top and letting it drop to the floor. The simple covering around her waist followed suit, sliding down her long, smooth legs to lay on the ground and leaving the two warriors equally naked.

"Hey, handsome," she said gently, sidling up to the larger male. "How are you feeling?"

The bull orca gave a weak smile, allowing the bottlenose to lean against him. "Honestly? Pretty nervous."

"No surprises there." Mara mmmed softly, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes. "You, uh…you're sure you want to do this?"

The orca gazed down fondly at the nude female pressed up against him. "Yeah, I'm sure." He exhaled slowly. "Besides, it's not like I have much of a choice, do I? I'm the alpha male."

The female shook her head, looking up at her friend. "No, I mean -- are you sure you want to do this?"

Bryan felt the dolphin's fingers curl around his nutsac and couldn't hold back a shiver, goosebumps running up his spine as she hefted the weight of his heavy fruit. "Y-yes. It should be me."

"Alright." The bottlenose smiled faintly, letting the male's testicles slip from her grasp. "Well…you know I won't do anything until you do. And I'll do what I can to make it easier."

"Thanks." Bryan wrapped an arm around the naked dolphin, allowing himself the luxury of a quick grope of her bare backside. "Actually, I was hoping I could…finish one last time, while I'm still in one piece. Might help take the edge off while we're doing the deed."

Mara grinned, her fingers sliding upwards to rub at the orca's limp length. "I thought you'd never ask. A blowjob, then?"

"Maybe just a handjob." The male smiled. "You know I love your tongue, but I have the feeling I'm going to need some vocal encouragement."

"A handjob it is, then." Gracefully the bottlenose slid to her knees, bringing herself face to face with the orca's pink pride. She encircled the base of his shaft in a firm grip, giving it a friendly squeeze. "You ready, then?"

Bryan shivered again, spreading his legs a bit wider in response to the female's touch. "As ready as I'm going to be." He looked down at his crotch, flashing a nervous grin at his partner before reaching down to take hold of his own plump sac. "Here goes nothing."

The dolphin watched with an encouraging smile as her alpha male fondled himself for a brief moment, examining his weighty orbs for one last time. Mara was certainly sad to see them go. Many a night had been spent playing with those calf-makers, slathering them in saliva as she sucked down Bryan's thick pole, or milking them dry as she rode the warrior late into the night. Those orbs had given her a daughter and two sons.

But now, they both had a responsibility to the tribe. As the alpha male, Bryan had a sacrifice to make, and as the beta female, Mara was here to make sure that the deed was done, no matter what. If necessary, she'd step in and finish the job herself, but the greatest warriors…well, the greatest warriors needed no help. They took care of business themselves, no matter how gruesome.

And I, the orca male reassured himself, am a great warrior. Gently he rolled the spheres in his fingers, positioning one fat plum in each hand. He'd practiced this once or twice before, so that he wouldn't be completely unprepared when the day finally came, but that didn't make the real thing any easier. This was no rehearsal. This time he'd have to go all the way.

Mara gave the male's member a few friendly pumps, the length of orcacock now fairly stiff inside her experienced grip. "Just focus on me, alright?" she said. "Think about the naked bottlenose girl who thinks you're so brave, so big and strong..."

Bryan grunted as he gave himself a quick, rough squeeze, wincing at the burst of nausea that flared in his abdomen and instinctively letting go. Mara was right -- distraction was key. He let his gaze wander towards something more pleasant, his eyes tracing the shape of the female's lithe form as he psyched himself up for another go. This time he eased into it, keeping the pressure light but steady, willing himself to get used to the low ache in his gut.

The dolphin female gave a gentle smile as she saw the male's grip tighten, his abdominal muscles already beginning to tighten against the pain. "Well, that's a start." She gave his pride another slow stroke, looking up into his eyes. "That's not so bad, is it? Hell, I've squeezed you harder than that in bed."

"Could be worse," he admitted. Of course, he knew it was about to get much worse…but that wasn't something he wanted to think about. Instead Bryan focused on the heavenly hand gliding up and down his shaft, the sweet female who he'd spent so many evenings pounding against the headboard. It was almost enough to banish the pain from his mind as his fingers tightened further, beginning to dig into the rubbery walls of his aching pair. Almost.

"Keep going," urged Mara. "A little more now."

His pulse was quickening, but the orca ****** himself to take deep, steady breaths, ******* his body to relax even as the alarm bells in his mind grew louder and more insistent. Despite his instincts, Bryan bore down further, unable to suppress a groan as he felt his own nutmeat squishing into the gaps between his thick fingers. "Oogh," blurted the male, his eyes watering as his mighty orbs were ****** into an ever-shrinking space. "Oh…oh gods, that hurts."

"Stay with me," soothed Mara, giving his shaft a few more firm strokes. "Focus on the good feelings -- you're doing your village proud. You're doing me proud."

The bull orca gave a strained nod, a few beads of sweat already on his forehead. "Mara, could you, uh--…you know…"

"I know, I know." The female gave a sly grin, squeezing Bryan's shaft and leaning in to suck on the tip for a moment before drawing back once more. "Does that help at all?"

Bryan let out a short grunt of approval. "Y-yeah, but I mean--…keep t-talking, please. You help distract me from…oh fuck, my balls--"

Mara felt a pang of sympathy strike her as she watched the big male tremble, his face scrunched up against the nausea churning in his gut. She couldn't remember ever seeing the alpha male look so very vulnerable. Normally he was the leader: the one to listen to in times of peace, the one to look to in times of war, the one to surrender herself to between the sheets. But now…now he was just as mortal as anyone else. Just another flesh-and-blood creature. And now, maybe it was her turn to lead him.

"Do you remember the first time we fucked?" she asked suddenly, looking up at the orca.

The alpha male looked back down at her, fighting the urge to moan as the ache in his abdomen continued to grow. "O-of course," he gasped. "How could I--…mmph…"

Mara fought back a smile at his struggle to respond. "And do you remember what you told me after we both came?"

Bryan opened his mouth to respond, but instead let out a groan as another wave of nausea swept through his gut. Still his fingers continued to tighten, his spunk-makers slowly losing their shape…

"I'll tell you what you said," the dolphin continued, grinning up at the male as she stroked his cock. "You told me you had never cum so hard. You told me you would never cum that hard again. And do you remember what I did?"

The bull orca was in obvious pain, but nonetheless, a smile played at the corner of his lips as he fought to answer. "You just…ohh…you just fucked me some more."

"Damn right." Mara was leaning in towards the male's groin, rubbing his twitching length up against her face. "I rode you until you blew an even bigger load. A big, sticky load, balls-deep inside of me."

Bryan let out another gasp, mouth twisting in a grimace. "Hah…ahh…"

"And then," she continued, licking her lips, "then I bet you that you couldn't do it again. I bet that you couldn't get it up and screw me one more time. And what did you do?"

The male tried to look down at his companion, eager to distract himself with the sight of her body's soft curves, but a fresh burst of pain ****** his head upwards, his eyes squinting shut. "Nnrgh! I--…I did it!"

Mara grinned, showing a flash of teeth. "That's right. You threw me on my back and fucked me again, fucked me so hard I thought you were going to break me. Remember that?"

Bryan nodded weakly, praying for some sort of relief as he bore down ever harder on his own fragile orbs, his jewels distorting under the pressure until it felt like his fingers would meet in the middle. By now it was difficult for the male simply to remain standing, the world beginning to close in around him as his gonads were crushed ever further. "Y-yes," he choked. "Oh gods, yes!"

"Well come on, then!" cried the female, grabbing the orca's pride roughly, squeezing the throbbing flesh. "Where's that orca stud now? Don't you remember? I want you to do it hard, damnit!"

The male was surprised by Mara's tightening grip and reflexively tightened his own grip as well, immediately letting out a strangled moan as the increase in pressure sent another kick of nausea into his stomach. Still, Bryan kept going, even as his body screamed for him to stop, his spunk-makers quickly nearing the threshold of what they could take. This was well beyond any pain he'd experienced before, far worse than any injury he'd received on the battlefield, far more than any man should suffer. Only immense willpower kept the orca from dropping to the floor, clutching his mangled marbles and begging for mercy.

Mara saw the wavering conviction in Bryan's eyes and spurred him onwards, redoubling her efforts on the male's cock. Eagerly she wrapped her lips around the first few inches, sucking fiercely for a moment before letting it slip wetly from her mouth once more. "Come on, you stud!" she panted, seizing his member in both hands. Her fist was a blur as it pumped up and down the orca's throbbing length, her other hand helping to point the behemoth down at her bare breasts. "Just squeeze, damnit! Be a man and pop them!"

The orca was certainly trying his hardest, judging from the ungodly ache radiating from his groin: the white-hot lances of agony that shot up his spine with each subtle readjustment of his grip. Bryan was now more intimately familiar with the internal structure of his testicles than he had ever wished to be, the delicate tubules rearranging themselves around his thumbs as his tortured jewels threatened to cave in completely. His mouth hung open, an involuntary moan escaping his throat, climbing in pitch with each passing second. Even without prior experience, the male could tell his orbs were all but finished, their tough outer shells hideously warped and ready to burst with the slightest squeeze or impact.

But despite this knowledge and the strength still left in his quivering hands, the alpha male found that he couldn't finish the job. The rational part of his brain was smart enough to know that he was probably sterile already -- his balls were almost certainly beyond repair -- but the instinct for self-preservation still fought on, his body refusing to supply the last few pounds of pressure that would complete his agonizing task. Instead he just froze, his battered body refusing to obey orders and his stubborn will refusing to let him back down.

Bryan wanted to weep for more reasons than one as he stood there, his bloated spheres riding the very edge of rupture, his stomach filled with an apocalyptic agony impossible for another to understand. "I…I can't do it!" the orca squeaked, his muscled legs trembling beneath him as he dug his thumbs deep into his own male orbs. "Oh…oh gods, the ache! It's too…nnrgh!"

"Just a little more!" Mara insisted. Both of her hands were wrapped around the male's rock-hard member, the thick shaft on the edge of eruption itself. "You're the strongest male I know -- you can do this!"

"No I can't!" he cried, body beginning to buck against his will. Still Bryan held firm, continuing to crush his own calf-makers even as the plump eggs squirmed desperately in search of an escape. "Mara, please, I can't…gnrra!"

"You can!"

"I can't!" he squealed, his voice frantic, his face a mask of overwhelming pain. "Please--!"

The bottlenose paused, looking up at the naked orca, his face contorted in purely male agony. The black skin on his knuckles was now nearly white, his arm muscles bulging, every willing ounce of his strength concentrated on the twin spheres between his legs. And yet, it wasn't enough. He was right, she realized -- he couldn't do this. Not alone.

"Then let me help you," she said, rising quickly to her feet.

Bryan was almost too delirious with pain to notice as the female released his orcahood, leaving the stiff pink length to bob in the air as she stepped around his quaking body. Before the orca knew what was happening, his beta was behind him, wrapping her arms around his midsection, her bare breasts pressed up against his back. Standing on tiptoe, she planted her chin on his shoulder, gazing down his body towards his tortured manhood, taking one last look at the alpha while he was still in one piece.

Through the haze of agony, Bryan was unsure exactly what the dolphin was planning…until her hands slid down to the male's groin, her fingers curling around his, encircling his vice grip with a tight grip of her own. His eyes widened suddenly in understanding, and he opened his mouth to speak--

But then the female clamped down, and whatever words he intended to say were lost forever. The orca let out a mighty bellow as his calf-makers were finally crushed beyond their limits, first his left, then his right testicle collapsing under the combined assault of the two warriors. The poor male could feel the walls of his flattened jewels split open, their contents spilling outwards into his sac just as an unnaturally thick spurt of orcaseed erupted from the tip of his member and painted the dirt in front of him.

Mara felt the alpha's hands suddenly give way inside her squeeze and knew without a doubt what it meant, but continued to bear down nonetheless, committed to completing the job she had been given. Bryan let out another strangled cry as the remaining intact pieces of his orbs were ground down even further, another rope of spunk splashing against the ground as his body surrendered its final load. All the strength left his legs as his balls were totally emptied, his plump eggs scrambled in an instant inside his own clenched fingers.

It was over in just a moment, Bryan crying out his agony to the heavens and Mara clinging doggedly to the male's twitching frame. The dolphin kept her arms wrapped around the alpha as he sunk heavily to his knees, hands still clasped around the jellied remains of his ruptured orcahood. She felt a great shudder run through his body, a dry gasp escaping from his lips -- and then the male was ***********, his muscled bulk slumping the rest of the way to the floor.

Slowly the beta drew back from her companion, detaching herself from his crumpled form. She sat naked on the ground, gazing at Bryan's limp body, the orca instinctively curled into the fetal position. Gently she rolled him onto his back, straddling his legs and nudging his hands away to confirm what she already knew. The dolphin gave a weak smile, pausing for a moment before bending forward to plant a soft kiss on the fallen warrior's forehead.

"You did good," she said softly. "You did good."

[Mythical Pain]

Great stuff, Poiu! As usual, hehe. Excellent writing!

But ouch...very, very, ouch! :D Hmm...maybe you should do one where another dragon ends up tied up in the village, while all the females work together like that on the dragon's set, hehehehe.

[poiu]

Heh, not a bad idea :P I actually had someone send me a very well-thought-out suggestion for the ending of Dragon Slaying that was something to that effect. It went something like this:

Rather than popping both of P'oiu's plums, Kayla convinces her village to agree to a different form of discipline: soundly beating his nuts on a regular basis. Every weekend he must come to town and surrender himself to several different punishments in the town square. The first part isn't so terrible: Opal gets to milk him and collect all the seed that's built up from Lia teasing and denying him all week long. Second, now that his balls are empty + sensitive, P'oiu must assume the role of the old county fair "test your strength" game: laying his dragonmakers down on a scale and letting the villagers compete to see who can pound on them the hardest. Finally, at the end of the day, Lia steps in and tries her hardest to pop one, since she still wants to be mates. If she ever succeeds, she and P'oiu can walk (or crawl) off into the sunset, but if he ever causes any trouble again, Kayla and co. have the right to crush his remaining ball as they see fit.

It's a pretty torturous deal for P'oiu, but at least he would get to keep both of his gonads (for as long as they lasted, anyway). And the villagers would get one hell of a public spectacle, beating the spunk out of those big dragon eggs :P I'm sort of hoping the guy will write his ending just for fun, 'cause I'd love to read it.

[Tumor]

Furry one I tried...

What do you think?

[Mythical Pain]

Furry one I tried...

What do you think?

Excellent! Love it, and would love to see more.

Hehe, cruel vixen!

[Mythical Pain]

Hello folks!

Just another newbie / lurker who tends to watch this thread more than most. Hopefully I'll be more than that soon, as I've been writing a story or two that might fit in with the topic! ;)

I certainly don't consider myself as good as the writers above like Poiu and Mythic Pain, but would look forward to any criticism you all can give once I do get off my furry butt and finish them! (At least criticism on the stories. ;) )

Before I post any, I admit I tend to focus more on...well...outright ********** and some degradation than true ballbusting, would that fit in with this forum? I'd just post a link to it rather than copy into a message, clearly labeled with warnings of course.

Welcome! Sorry I didn't see this before! But sure, that would fit in! I know a lot of us around here would prefer to see the eggs getting scrambled prior to removal lol but hey, that's just us. :D

We'd love to see what you've got! Hope to see it soon!

[ayetean]

im here for the furries

[Mythical Pain]

Any progress lately, Hidanyote?

[kneefodder]

Hey, I got something for you! It's a cleaned-up version of a scrap from a long time ago, which I found lying around and thought, hey, why not post this?

So first, a little explanation: back when I started Dragon Slaying, it had a very simple plot. Kayla was determined to pop P'oiu's plums as retribution for attacks on her villagers, and Opal was just as determined to keep his gonads intact so she could harvest his spunk for her potions. The series would end when the conflict came to a head: Kayla would bring a war party to P'oiu's doorstep, and Opal + friends would use various magic to defend the source of their valuable ingredient.

The snippet below comes from an early outline of chapter 5 or 6, where Kayla's village was gearing up for the hunt by "sacrificing" some captured warriors from another tribe (and one or two of their own). However, by the end of chapter 3 or 4, I had decided that my basic plot was too boring, so this scene/plot arc was left on the cutting room floor. Instead, P'oiu embarked on a journey into the woods, and I added a few new characters like Lia the dragoness. Still, this is an interesting look at what might have been, and easily the most testicular destruction I've ever written into a single scene :P

Two things to note:

1. The first half of this contains a lot of casual ballpopping -- multiple guys get neutered. I know not all of you are into that, so beware.
2. The second half of this thing is quite easily the strangest erotic thing I have ever written, and I have written some very strange erotic things. Again, a warning for ballpopping, as well as general twistedness.

Anyway, enjoy, and definitely let me know what you think. This is a little more brutal than my normal subject matter, so I'm curious about y'all's reaction.

What a great idea to have a mighty stud submit to pop his own balls in acknowlegement of the power and dominance of the female. Although he proved too weak to be able fulfill the task alone and had to seek the assistance of a willing member of the superior sex to acomplish it the boy did good..for a mere male that is!:D Brilliant Story

[Hawk]

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=a0ZfB-G144-

[2nutbuster]

There should be a story about a Minotaur getting busted, or a photo. Minotaurs are a muscular bull/man, that would be hot!

[Mythical Pain]

There should be a story about a Minotaur getting busted, or a photo. Minotaurs are a muscular bull/man, that would be hot!

There's a picture of Wonder Woman doing just that around here somewhere, I think I may have posted it earlier.

[jamesgore112]

these are HOT! call me strange but i love this sort of stuff....

[Hidanyote]

Any progress lately, Hidanyote?

Odd, I didn't even see my post go through at first myself, and hadn't been here in a while to check! ;)

The story is finished, but it's pretty rough, and I'd rather try to clean it up before I let anyone see it. The 'yote's just been rather busy with work I'm afraid to get properly motivated but I'll get to it since there might be folks actually curious to see my odd yarns. ;)

[Hidanyote]

Alright, I cleaned it up a bit, though I still feel it's awfully rough.

As some warning, this is less about ball-busting and a bit more about vocal teasing and **********, so please don't click the link if that's not your thing. In fact, please don't click the link if you respect the English language either. ;)

Just a short story about a non-anthro gryphon whom gets far more than he expected from a pair of ferret lasses. ;)


http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4503039/

Another note, if you find you can't view the story, you need to register for an account at the site above.

[Mythical Pain]

these are HOT! call me strange but i love this sort of stuff....

No stranger then the rest of us frequenting this section and writing stories for it!

Any particular furry or scaly species you like to see busted? Anthro foxes, wolves, lions, etc? Non-anthro dragons, gryphons, etc?

[jabby]

Any news on the part 2 of foxy's story, MP? You have fans waiting...;)

[Johnni]

No stranger then the rest of us frequenting this section and writing stories for it!

Any particular furry or scaly species you like to see busted? Anthro foxes, wolves, lions, etc? Non-anthro dragons, gryphons, etc?

Wolves and bulls I think would be good. Stallions, anything with really huge ones.

[Mythical Pain]

Wolves and bulls I think would be good. Stallions, anything with really huge ones.

Anthro wolves do need a good kicking, hehehe. Also, quadrupedal western dragons ( "traditional" european type dragons ) tend to have pretty big sets hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Any news on the part 2 of foxy's story, MP? You have fans waiting...;)

Thanks for asking! I have part two finished, but I need to proofread and edit it before posting. As before it's rather lengthy and goes into some back story on the coyote first...before he gets his furry nards mashed into putty for arguing with the princess hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Well, I posted part two, but I can't seem to get it formatted right now. Give me some time and I'll try and get it back up later.

[Mythical Pain]

Seem to have gotten it now! Here's part two of Foxy's tale, introducing the coyote character, and giving him his very first ( And very painful ) bust from the princess. As before it takes a little time to set itself up as an actual story, starting with backstory on the coyote character. So if you feel the need to just skip ahead to the busting, well, go for it.

Otherwise enjoy part 2! ( My name is Puppy )

( Part 1 found here if you need it. http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=4946&page=39 )


Thrag hated his name. He mused over just how much he disliked it as he stood outside Princess Rebecca’s doorway, waiting to be introduced to her. It wasn’t a particularly bad name for a coyote, and in some circles it even held deep ancestral significance among his people. Yet Thrag cared little for his ancestors, what good had they ever done him? Raised from birth in one of the largest cities he knew of, Thrag spent his life swaddled in civilization. A life spent learning simple trades along with the various human tongues, and like many of his family, he ended up a paid servant. A servant by choice and merely as a matter of employment, he often reminded himself. He was not indentured and he was certainly no one’s slave.

It was simply that in a city founded, built and controlled by humankind, Thrag’s people were often seen as little more then barbarians barely a step above mere animals. There were few jobs available for his kind, fewer yet that were relatively well paying. There were always mercenary jobs, and bodyguard jobs, but those tended to be a bit more dangerous then Thrag liked. To say nothing of the fact those jobs were most often taken by those skilled in combat. Or at least, those with significantly larger and stronger bodies then Thrag had. If a human was looking to hire a beast-person mercenary or bodyguard, surely they would hire some well built wolf, skilled in sword and bow, or some hulking bear who was like a wall of muscle.

Thrag was neither of those things. In fact Thrag was nearly the exact opposite of humanity’s perception of his people. Small, slender, entirely civilized, and very well spoken. Shrewdly intelligent as well, though he often hated to display as much lest he should anger those around him. Those who looked down upon anything that wasn’t human did not often appreciate being made to look a fool.

Thrag hated the perception humanity seemed to have of his people, though he could hardly blame them for it. With so many of his kind living in the wilderness, huddling in huts crafted from sticks and hide, attacking anyone who entered their territory, what other perception could be expected? He knew, of course, there was far more to their heritage then that. Growing up, his mother and father had tried to instill in him a sense of pride for his ancestry, but he’d never quite grasped it.

Despite what many in the city thought of his kind, Thrag did not mind working as a servant. When he was able to find a good employer, it paid nearly as well as did mercenary work, with none of the inherent dangers of that profession. Plus, housing and food were often provided which left him even more money of his own to spend in his free time. He certainly didn’t mind playing the servants role and letting people talk down to him if it meant a roof over his head, a warm bed to sleep in, and plenty of money to spend. Plus, it gave him a chance to show people that not all of his kind were simple barbarians.

Best of all, a good servant always had a chance to find employment with the royal family. Sure, the royals could of course demand servants work for them for free, but happy subjects were loyal subjects, and everyone who worked for the royal family was paid a premium wage. From the highest ranking military officer down to the petty guards, and even to the stable boys, kitchen servants, and garbage collectors everyone was paid for their services.

So, Thrag had been overjoyed when members of the Royal Court approached him to offer him a job as servant to the Princess herself. For the last few months he had been serving as a bartender at a small tavern that mostly catered mostly to the beast-folk, loathe as he was use that term. It was hardly a job he’d relished, but it provided him a place to sleep and a chance to converse with others of his own kind. Before that, he’d worked for a merchant family, but after a dispute with a rival family nearly bankrupted them, they could no longer afford the luxury of servants. Thrag had been having little luck finding another high-class servants job until the royal envoy surprised him with the offer. Apparently the princess was in the market for another servant of her own.

And what a surprise their arrival had been. As usual in the evenings he’d simply been tending the bar, passing out drinks and plates of food to various moping patrons, listening half-heartedly to their paranoid tales of war creeping ever closer to their kingdom and beasts slaughtering villagers in the far counties. Thrag had never been one to buy into rumor and hearsay, but it was hard not to get at least a little worried when patron after patron not only took the rumors seriously but went out of their way to worry everyone else with the latest twists the stories had taken. And just when Thrag had heard just about all he could stand, in walked a group of royal administrators clad in rich purple and gold tunics and black breeches with a whole legion of armored guards shadowing their every movement, and sizing up everyone in the tavern. Thrag actually thought they were there to arrest someone; probably the rather shady one-eared coyote who owned the place. Instead, they marched straight up to Thrag and offered him a job serving the princess directly.

Why they’d chosen him, he had no idea. He simply had to assume that whoever was looking into the matter on her behalf must have heard what an excellent servant he made. Thrag was versed in several languages, in cooking and cleaning, even a little skill in sewing and tailoring. Though he was not especially knowledgeable in the particulars of royal etiquette, he was a very quick learner, and he knew well enough how to be respectful and proper around those of nobility and royalty.

Of course, the truth was that Princess Rebecca was simply looking for a new Pet to join her dear Foxy in serving her, and in serving as the occasional object of her “loving care.” She’d specified that she’d like another male non-human servant, a companion for Foxy and herself, and she’d also requested this one be “cute.” Little did Thrag know it was simply the fact that he was a young male coyote with rather fluffy, well kept fur that got him the job.

Then again, had they told him the truth, he might have taken the job anyway. The initial offer of payment was significantly higher then he’d made in the last few years combined. And when the royal envoy had taken his stunned silence for a shrewd negotiating tactic, the offer was raised another ten percent. Needless to say, young Thrag took the offer on the spot, and spent his last day as a bartender getting good and drunk to celebrate his good fortune. A few days later, after overcoming the worst of his hangover, he’d paid his family a visit to tell them the good news.

They were all quite happy for him, though his older sister did make the rather strange comment that she “hoped he wasn’t planning on puppies”. She herself often worked for a noble family who’s daughter was friends with the princess, so perhaps she knew something he didn’t? Though when he pressed her about what she meant, she merely smiled and told him he’d just be too busy making all that money to have a chance to find a girl. Then she walked off laughing, and he wasn’t quite sure why.

However, now that the time had come and he found himself standing in front of the beautifully carved door that lead to the princess’s tower bedroom, he was starting to wonder. The nice fox he’d met who had guided him up here had only just gone inside and closed the door when Thrag heard the most horrific cry of pain. At first he was afraid that there must have been assassins laying in wait to murder the princess and her favored servant, and yet the massive guard standing near the door had only snorted impassively, as if such noises were a common occurrence.

And so Thrag found himself waiting at the end of the walkway that lead to the princess’s room, getting increasingly nervous. He had yet to be granted admittance and as the sounds of pain continued the big guard just kept staring at him. Thrag was glad his species did not sweat the way humans did or he’d have already drenched his brand new clothing as his anxiety built.

The walk up here hadn’t been so bad, but now the waiting was nearly unbearable. Thrag hadn’t expected to meet with his new employer directly this evening; rather he’d only come to register himself with the court officials and administrators. But the fox who served the princess directly had spotted him, and whisked him away almost immediately. Thrag regretted that he hadn’t yet caught the fox’s name, and he hoped the higher ranking servant wouldn’t hold it against him. It had been a brisk walk through hallway after hallway and up steep stone staircase after steep stone staircase.

The castle was an awe inspiring place to visit, and to think he would be living here soon. Everywhere he looked was something incredible. Ancient tapestries woven from silk that depicted detailed scenes of conquest and glory or beautiful landscapes at dawn. Antique furniture that was nearly as old as the castle itself. Delicate glasswork and pottery brought in by trade or by conquest, and as gifts from other kingdoms before the rumors of war had closed the borders to all but the wealthiest and most well connected of travelers.

The princess’s tower bedroom was accessed by an enclosed stone walkway that spanned the area from the upper levels of the castle proper to the tower’s higher tiers, and the walkway was nearly a work of art unto itself. Arched windows ran the length of the walkway on both sides, gold paneling divided the windows into several panes, and in the where all the panes met in the center the gold trim curled up upon itself and formed a flower, different in each window. A spiraling rose, an elegant lily, and so on. And even the walkway was covered in the same thick, lush carpeting that seemed to cover all the major hallways throughout the castle. Thrag had no idea how they kept it clean, and he half expected that would end up one of his many new duties.

At the end of the hallway there was a small antechamber just beyond the tower walls with only a single door in it. The door lead to the princess’s private chambers, and was cut from a heavy, dark mahogany. The entire door had been carved into beautiful art, designed to look as though it were covered in layer upon layer of overlapping vines with heart shaped leaves and blossoming flowers. There were carved roses, tulips, irises, lilies and many more that Thrag couldn’t identify.

Also in the small room there were a few simple wooden chairs with sky blue cushions, all in a line along the gray stone wall. Thrag thought about sitting down, but decided against it, he wanted to look sharp and well prepared the moment the door was opened for his introduction. Yet as that wait for that particular moment stretched on and on he began to question his decision. Not just his decision to remain standing but also to accept this job; it was starting to sound as though someone was being tortured in there.

It didn’t help that he was being glared at by perhaps the largest man he’d ever seen. Thrag was by no means a tall coyote, even a human male of average height stood taller then he did, but this human positively towered over him. And he looked as though he weighed nearly four times as much as Thrag did, not an ounce of which appeared to be anything other then muscle! And his whole massive frame was wrapped in links of chain and plates of steel that rustled and rattled every time the man shifted his weight a little. In one meaty hand he clutched the haft of a sturdy looking spear with a wicked looking bladed tip, his other hand rested upon the ebon hilt of a longsword strapped around his waist. An ax across his back and a crossbow at his shoulder completed his armament, at least as far as Thrag could tell. He supposed with the rumors of war raging on the kingdom’s outstretched fingers as well as the tales of mysterious beasts prowling the farthest reaches of both land and sky, the Court couldn’t be too careful with the safety of it’s only heir.

Thrag shifted nervously back and forth from one booted foot to the other, his bushy gray and tan tail twitching behind him at the sound of yet another long, drawn out moan of pain. He licked his muzzle, and glanced up at the towering guard. “Are you sure everyone’s alright in there, Sir?”

The guard, his face normally as still and impassive as that of a statue, finally cracked a smile when the little coyote worked up the nerve to raise his voice. “Everyone important, anyway. Hope you didn’t want puppies.”

Thrag gulped. There was that phrase again. He was starting to get the idea now, and it was starting to scare him. He wrung his tan furred hands together, and licked his muzzle a second time. “Oh, dear. Oh dear, indeed.”

Just as Thrag was contemplating turning right back around and tendering his resignation before he’d even started his new job, the door suddenly flew open. Too late to turn back now, he thought, and offered the princess his brightest smile, and his deepest bow. “Good evening, Your Majesty,” Thrag said, bowing as deeply as he could, golden eyes flicking to her blue-painted toenails. “Allow me to introduce myself- ERP!”

The grand introduction he’d spent so long planning for himself vanished into a startled yelp when the princess reached out and snatched up his hand, yanking him firmly into the room. “Oh, Foxy, he’s adorable!”

Thrag was caught off guard, and stumbled into the room, very nearly plowing the princess over. In the nick of time he managed to catch his balance and his footing as well. As he straightened up, he spotted the same fox who’d brought him up here. Though a bit brusque, the fox had treated him quite nicely and he’d already begun to like him a little bit. So it was quite a shock to see that same fox now curled upon the floor in a crumpled heap, clutching his groin in both hands, and crying softly against the plush blue carpeting.

“Do mind poor Foxy,” The princess said with a giggle, as she walked into the room, and the guard shut the door behind Thrag. “He’s having a problem with his testicles!”

“Oh dear,” Thrag murmured once more. For a few stomach-twisting moments, all he could think was “But I did want puppies!”

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Princess Rebecca opened her door to find the most adorable little thing she’d ever seen. A coyote, from the looks of it, though admittedly she wasn’t entirely up on her knowledge of the various sub-species. She quickly snatched up his hand, yanked him into her room and given that he nearly knocked her over with his clumsiness, instructed him to watch out for Foxy. She didn’t want her poor senior servant getting his tail stepped on by some clumsy newcomer.

Once she had him in the room, she turned around to look him over. The coyote was at least a whole head shorter then Foxy, no taller then the princess herself. Which seemed odd to her, were not the true foxes that Foxy had descended from smaller then the coyote’s own ancestors? Perhaps it was much like people. Her bodyguard was larger then almost everyone after all, or perhaps she was merely putting too much thought into it. Whatever the case, this coyote was a good deal smaller and more slender then Foxy. Rebecca reached out and squeezed his bicep. The coyote tensed up in reaction, and though slender, at least the muscles of his arm were firm and tight. That was good, she did not want a flabby servant. Scrawny was fine, so long as he was at least fit.

At any rate, being short and a little bit scrawny only made him that much more adorable to her. But what really did the trick was his fur. While she’d always imagined coyotes to be somewhat bushy furred, even scruffy or raggedy, this coyote was nothing of the sort. Instead, his fur looked silken and soft where it was short, and ever so fluffy where it was long! Even more so then Foxy fresh from the bath and a brushing. She reached out and gently grasped the soft, silken fur that coated his neck in thick, fluffy cascades. It was gray across his throat, shifting to a golden tan color towards the back of his neck. She tugged it a little, giggling at the way it made the coyote grunt.

“You’re so fluffy!”

“Yes, well, you see,” Thrag stammered a little bit. He didn’t exactly like having his fur tugged upon, but who was he to tell royalty to stop. “I’m not so sure I’d call myself fluffy, aside from perhaps my tail, and I suppose the back of my cheeks and around my neck. Mostly right after I’ve had a bath and washed it rather well, and given it a quite good brushing out. I wanted to look my best for the Court and Your Highness, after all.”

Oh, how good of you!” Rebecca smiled and patted his head between his fuzzy, tan-furred pointed ears. Thrag blinked, ears instinctively folding to the sides of his head as the princess touched him. “And so well spoken already! Dear Foxy over there was so coarse when he first came to me. Not that it was a surprise, coming off the street and all.”

“Not that you minded,” Foxy managed to mutter as he pushed himself up to a seated position.

Rebecca giggled a little bit, azure eyes sparkling with mischief. “No, Foxy, I certainly did not! My handmaidens only knew so many bad words to teach me, and my bodyguards are afraid of being tossed in the dungeons if they should get just the least bit inappropriate.”

Thrag licked his muzzle, glancing back and forth between the two of them a few times. He certainly didn’t want to be thrown in the dungeon. But he didn’t want to get kicked in the groin, either. And yet the princess didn’t seem to mind the fox’s apparent sarcasm, maybe she let him get away with a bit more when he was in too much pain to think about what he was saying?

Thrag rubbed his hands together. “I assure you, Ma’am, I would never become at all inappropriate.”

“That’s disappointing,” Rebecca said, teasing him a little. Confusion fluttered across the coyote’s gray and tan furred face, and Rebecca found the twisted expression endearingly cute. “I should hope you’d get highly inappropriate so that I’d have an excuse to kick you in the balls.”

Thrag’s gulp was nearly audible even to the guard standing beyond the door. “I should much rather not be kicked in the ba-” He paused, what if she wanted him to say “balls” just so she could say it was an inappropriately dirty word, and kick him? Yet, hadn’t she just said it herself? Better not take the chance. “I should rather not be kicked between my legs, Ma’am, it’s ever so painful.”

“Oh? Been kicked there before, have you?” Rebecca folded her arms beneath her breasts, causing them to press outwards against her blue blouse just slightly, a little more cleavage blossoming through the cut. Rebecca found herself greatly amused to see the coyote struggling to keep his beautiful golden eyes from lingering on her chest for more then a second or two.

“Y-Yes, Y-Your Highness,” Thrag stammered. “More then once.”

“Oooh, been a bad puppy, have you?” Rebecca asked with a wicked laugh.

“Not exactly,” Thrag muttered, pinning his ears back in humiliation. “But my older sister used to have more then a bit of a bullying streak.”

That made Rebecca laugh even harder. So, the coyote had a mean sister? How intriguing! “Oh, I should very much like to meet her some day.”

“Oh, God save us all,” Foxy muttered as he staggered towards Rebecca’s bed, and sat himself down on the edge of it. Rubbing his crotch with a black furred hand, he glanced over at the coyote a moment. “Poor kid just got here, Your Highness. Can’t ya cut him a little slack?”

Rebecca made a show of rubbing her chin in thought, then twirled a red curl around her fingers. “Of course I could! I’ll just go back to playing with you for the rest of the night, Mister Foxy.”

“Yer own yer own, Kid,” Foxy said quickly, closing his legs open and looking away.

Princess Rebecca turned her attention back to her newest acquisition, he was looking more and more nervous by the moment. She hoped he wasn’t about to wet himself. That would be quite unpleasant and not just for the coyote. If he did, she’d give serious consideration to having him tossed out upon his rump, along with the administrators who had hired him to be her new pet. Though as she stared so intensely at him, the coyote made a point to stand up even straighter, and to try and look as proper and courageous as he could. He certainly tried to make a good showing for himself even now that he was probably worried about the future health of his little furry reproductive organs. That was good, perhaps he’d not wet himself after all.

Then again, he was so cute that even if he did perhaps she’d keep him around after all. Such beautiful fur he had. Shades of lovely gray and soft tans like the beautiful sands of a sunlit beach that was littered with patches of seashells ground to soft dust by the ever-crashing waves. For the most part, the silky mercurial grays covered his face, his cheeks, and down over his throat. The tan coloration marked much of his neck, and wrapped up over the back of his head and his ears like a cute little hood. Another tan stripe ran down the top of his muzzle. Rebecca walked around him, and she saw that along the very back of his neck was just hint of black fur peppered in among there darker tan areas.

Walking another circle around him as he stood still for inspection, she admired his clothing; he was far better dressed then Foxy had been when he first arrived. When Rebecca first saw the fox he’d been in the filthiest, grimiest dirty black clothes she’d ever seen. The fox had looked and smelt as though he’d spent the last week in a dungeon. Come to think of it, Foxy had spent the last week in a dungeon when she’d first met him. The first thing she’d done after sparing his life was order her guards to toss him into the bath, and not let him out until he was clean as could be. His grimy old clothes had been tossed out, and she’d sent her servants in search of something more fitting for him to wear.

The coyote though was wearing nothing of the sort. Instead, he was in a smart, crisp tunic the rich, dark green color of leaves deep in the forest. Ebony buttons up the front complimented it well, and she was pleased to see they were all properly buttoned up. The sleeves ran a little past his elbows, allowing her to see that his arms were covered in pale tan fur, with just a trace of gray smeared along the inside of his forearms. The pale sandy colored fur ran all the way down across his hands and fingers, and just like Foxy the underside of his hands, his palms and pads were all soft pink skin. And to match the ebony buttons upon his emerald tunic, the coyote wore nice black breeches with gold buttons at the front and also at the back where they buckled around the top of his tail. It was good to see at least someone out there made clothes designed for the beast-folk that looked as nice as anything designed for humans. And while Foxy often strode around barefoot, Rebecca was happy to see the coyote in a new pair of black leather boots.

“Aren’t you just the clever dresser!” She smiled at him, and walked one more circle, this time pausing behind him to grasp his tail. He tensed up a little bit, tail flicking in her hand. “And such a lovely tail!”

Rebecca had to admit, the coyote had an even nicer tail then Foxy. Bushy and fluffed out and clearly combed with care, it was a mixture of all the other colorations she’d seen in his fur. Soft, reddish browns met sandy tans, met faintly visible strips of black, mingled with soft waves of gray. She ran her fingers through it, first with the lay of the fur and then against it. Rebecca was pleased to see that when she ran her fingers against the lay of the fur in his tail, the coyote shivered just like Foxy did. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was some sort of erotic sensation for their kind; having their tails toyed with that way.

Rebecca smoothed the fur of his tail back down again. “What is your name, Mister Coyote?”

The coyote grimaced. There was that question he’d been dreading. “…Thrag, Your Highness.”

“Thrag?” Rebecca made a face the coyote couldn’t see as she stood behind him. “Did you say, Thrag?”

“Unfortunately, yes, Your Highness,” Thrag said with a little chuckle. “It is a name left over from my people’s ancestral days, but I am well aware it sounds like something one would expect to cough up and spit upon the street.”

Rebecca burst out laughing at that, and released Thrag’s tail. She walked around to stand in front of him again, staring into his brilliant golden eyes. “It certainly does, Thrag. I think I shall call you something else. However, Coyote doesn’t have the same ring to as Foxy does, so perhaps I shall call you…” She pursed her lips, and hooked a coil of red hair behind one of her ears. “I’m not sure yet. How old are you, anyway?”

Thrag shifted his weight at the question, he hoped there wasn’t some sort of age or experience requirement for this job he was unaware of! “Eighteen, Your Highness.”

“Not more then a kit,” Foxy muttered, looking the coyote over from his spot on Rebecca’s bed. “Looks younger, too.”

Thrag scowled a little, but did not reply. It wasn’t his fault he’d grown up on the scrawnier side of his family. He almost bit his tongue to keep from spitting out an acidic retort. The last thing he needed was to anger not only the princess but her number one servant, as well. “My sister says the same thing,” he offered instead, trying to endear himself to them.

“She says you’re a pup?” Rebecca asked.

“Well, she used to call me puppy, when I-”

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by Rebecca. “Puppy!” she exclaimed, her face brightening immediately, dark blue eyes shining. She balled her hands up into fists and shook them in the air as she gleefully bounced upon her bare feet. “Puppy, yes! Perfect! I shall call you Puppy!”

“Bahahaha!” Foxy burst out laughing before he could stop himself. Pinning his black tipped ears back, he licked his red furred snout and offered a half hearted apology. “Ah, sorry ‘bout that, Kit.”

Thrag put his head in one of his hands and moaned aloud, his ears drooping. “Your Highness, I really, really do not want to be called Puppy.”

“That’s a shame,” Rebecca said cheerfully. “Because Puppy it is! No more arguing, Puppy!”

“But puppy is -”

Puppy never had a chance to finish that statement, and Foxy never had a chance to warn him. Just as the fox was opening his muzzle to warn Puppy not to argue his new name, Rebecca ran out of patience. She stepped forward, grabbed Thrag’s shoulders, and viciously thrust her knee into the young coyote’s groin.

“AWWRRRHHH!” Thrag’s golden eyes exploded from their sockets and his muzzle went wider then it had ever gone as the human girl’s knee found and mashed both young furry coyote testicles against his pelvis. The force of Rebecca’s knee easily lifted the young coyote to his very tip toes, trapping his precious canine gonads in the middle, and flattening them out a little bit. The moment her knee dropped back out of his groin, Thrag dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap and began to cry.

It was the first time poor Puppy had been hit in the balls in several years, and he’d forgotten just how agonizing it could be. And given that Rebecca was older and more experienced at the act then the last girl who’d kicked him in the groin, it hurt worse this time then ever before. Even as the first sharp stabbing pains began to recede, his young coyote testicles throbbed steadily with a wretched, unbearable ache that quickly spread to his bowels, and his belly. Tears ran down his gray furred cheeks, his lips twisted up around his muzzle to bare his fangs in a snarl of male agony. For a few minutes he just lay in a heap, softly crying, but gradually Puppy began to writhe in pain. Squirming back and forth a little, rubbing his legs together and moaning to himself.

“Oooh! Oh, God, my balls! My balls!” His voice soon twisting into a long, canine whine. “Oh God above, it huuuuurts!”

“Of course it hurts,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes and putting her hands upon her hips. “Your name is Puppy until I say otherwise, and I will take no argument. Now say it. Say your name.”

Thrag was unsure. He managed to pry his tear-filled eyes open and stare up at the girl who’d just kneed him, now standing so dominantly above the fallen coyote. Then he looked over at Foxy, who was wincing in sympathy. Foxy nodded and gestured in the air with his hand as if encouraging the coyote to go ahead and say it before he got hurt even worse.

Thrag finally sighed. He didn’t want to get kicked again, and really…given how much money he was getting paid, a little agony here and a little humiliation there was worth it. “Puppy,” he finally said with a whimper and a sigh. “My name is Puppy.”

“That’s right, it’s Puppy,” Rebecca said in glee. She hiked up her skirt a little bit, and knelt down upon the carpet. With her skirt pulled up, her bare, pale skinned knees ended up just in front of Puppy’s gray and tan snout. The plush blue carpet contorted slightly around the firmness of the woman’s knees, and Thrag couldn’t help but contemplate how that very knee had just contorted his own furry privates the same way. Especially when Rebecca edged her right knee nearer to his snout, and told him to give it a kiss.

“Go on,” the Princess urged, giggling. “Give my knee a little puppy kiss. You wouldn’t want to make it mad, or else it’s going to find it’s way between your legs again.”

Thrag whimpered, unsure what she meant. He half thought the princess was mad. Thrag knew she was isolated up in the castle, barely allowed out of her room lately, much less out of the rest of the castle. Perhaps that solitude had pushed her over the edge. But he didn’t want to get kneed in the balls again, and he was damn sure not going to give up on all that money. Let alone face his family to report that he’d given up on the highest paying job he’d ever had just because a girl had roughed him up a little bit.

Puppy pushed his muzzle towards the princess’s knee, and pressed his lips against it. Then he parted his jaws just slightly to let his broad pink tongue slide over the soft, warm skin of Rebecca’s knee. She giggled a little bit, squirming in place upon her knees. Thrag licked her a second time and a third, not sure how many “kisses” were needed to protect his testicles from another assault.

“That tickles,” Rebecca said through her laughter. She put her hand atop Puppy’s head, leaning over him and gently stroked his velvety soft tan ears. “Such lovely fur you have! That’s enough licking, now Puppy.”

Puppy pulled his head back from her knee, and curled up a little tighter. He was still clutching his throbbing canine gonads, waves of hot, belly-twisting ache radiating through him. Oh, God did his balls ever hurt. He whined in pain, and blinked a few tears out of his golden eyes. At least the pain would start to fade soon, he hoped.

“I should like to feel your testicles now, Puppy. I wish to see if they are as large as Foxy’s.”

“What….what?!” Puppy stuttered a little, lifting his head from the ground. “F..feel them?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue. “You’re the one who’s stuttering, Puppy, not I. Yes, I said feel them. Now, move your hands and open your legs. I shan’t ask again.”

Once more Puppy cast his gaze over to Foxy, who quickly nodded. If the little runt didn’t want to lose them, he’d damn well better open himself up for the princess! Whining in lingering pain, Puppy ****** himself up to his knees. He wasn’t really sure how Rebecca wanted to feel them, but he hoped she was going to let him keep them in his pants! Once raised up upon his knees, he spread his legs out a little bit, kneeling for the princess with his thighs as far apart as possible.

“How’s this?”
“It will do,” Rebecca muttered.

The princess reached out with both hands and grasped the waistband of the coyote’s black breeches, then hoisted them up sharply enough to make him yelp. The seam just beneath the golden buttons wedged right up between the young coyote’s testicles, causing the aching glands to bulge out against his breeches on either side of it. Rebecca burst out laughing at the sight, and promptly gave the twin ovals a sharp slap.

“Ooh!” Thrag yelped in pain, doubling over, balls aching with renewed pain. He found himself leaning against the princess, who was suddenly cupping his crotch in her hand to prevent him from doing the same. He whimpered, trembling against her for a moment, the warmth of her hand radiating into his testicles even through his breeches.

“If you grab them, I’m going to have Foxy tie your hands to my bedpost,” Rebecca said. Actually, that sounded like a lovely idea. Perhaps she’d do that later, anyway.

Thrag whined, and with a great deal of effort straightened himself back up. Pointed tan furred ears pinned back against his head, and his bushy tail was now quite limp behind him. “Yes, your Highness.”

Once that was straightened out, Rebecca slapped the little coyote’s balls three more times in quick succession. Each time made the furry creature yelp a little louder and jump a little more sharply, tears leaking from his golden eyes again. But he managed to avoid grabbing his crotch, mostly by balling up his hands into fists and holding them behind the princess’s back. After the third smack, his little coyote testicles were simply pulsing with pain, and now his furry scrotum stung like hell. The pain rang like the tone of a bell up into his body, left him trembling and groaning and wondering why the hell he’d ever agreed to this job.

Rebecca enjoyed the feel of the coyote’s testicles against her palm, even with his breeches between her flesh and his. She could still feel his private parts against her hand; it made her feel as if she ruled his very world. She waited until he’d calmed himself, and giving Foxy a smirk to make sure he was watching, she began to tease and explore the coyote’s gonads. She’d done the same to Foxy before, felt him through his pants, and it sometimes left her feeling just a little heated and damp as well.

Where Foxy’s testicles were rather like furry hens eggs, this coyotes were perhaps half that size. Puppy’s balls were closer to the size of large walnuts, shell and all, with one perhaps a hair larger then the other. Walnuts, and eggs. Rebecca rather liked those euphemisms. It made it sound as though the silly things were just hanging between their legs waiting to be cracked!

The princess isolated a single testicle through the coyote’s breeches; his left. She tugged it against his pants, making him yelp again, the little walnut sized egg outlined a bit more clearly against the black fabric. She held it there with her fingers, trapping it, and examining the silly thing. With her other hand, she flicked it sharply with a single finger. Much to her surprise, that single gesture made the whole coyote’s body jerk, and caused him to give the cutest little canine yelp.

“ARP!” he said, his whole furry face scrunching up, ears twisting to the sides of his head.

Rebecca flicked the trapped puppy maker again.

“ARRPP!” The reaction was nearly identical, but his yelp was even louder! And the pain she simply didn’t understand left the little fluffy coyote trembling. She even heard Foxy groan in sympathy from his perch atop her bed, and when she glanced over, she saw him cringing. Flicking them when they were trapped like that must be quite painful.

Giggling, the girl began to flick that single helpless coyote gland over and over! Snapping her finger into it from every angle she could. Thumping it again and again with her blue painted nail from the front, from the sides, and against the slightly rounded top and bottom of the little orb. Each time made the poor coyote yelp as another jolt of sharp pain tore through him, each harsh flick a little more painful then the last. Soon his yelps had progressed into little squeals, his left testicle screaming in protest.

Finally, Thrag couldn’t hold off any longer. The little coyote instinctively snatched at the princess’s hands to try and pull them away from his privates, which turned out to be a very, very bad idea. Rebecca hated it when someone did something she’d just told them not to do, and as soon as the coyote tried to grab at her hands, she simply pinched that helpless little coyote testicle with all she had.

Thrag gave a horrible shriek and curled up around her hand as the worst pain yet stabbed through his nut and into his bowels, belly and kidney. There was little in the world that hurt a male creature like harsh pressure on a testicle, let alone after that testicle had already been abused. As the princess pinched that tender orb till it started to flatten just a little, Thrag’s canine face scrunched up as though he were sucking upon a lemon that was not only exceptionally sour even by lemon standards but also exceptionally rotten.

“Bad Puppy! Very bad Puppy! I told you not to grab at yourself, and you certainly should know better then to try pawing at me!” Rebecca kept her grip tight on that nut, relishing the feel of the private coyote organ trapped between her finger and thumb, slowly squishing out a little in the middle to bulge at both ends like a rubbery grape. Thrag began to shriek and she had to raise her voice to be heard over his wailing. “I was only flicking it a little, surely it couldn’t hurt that badly. Certainly not as bad as what I’m doing now!” Rebecca twisted the organ till it was nearly sideways, then did the same back in the other direction, still pinching it. “And now here you are, getting a nut pinched. It certainly seems terribly painful, Foxy wails like a banshee the same way when I pinch one of his.”

Rebecca rather enjoyed the feel of that delicate yet important puppy-maker flattening out in her grasp. She also enjoyed the feel of the coyote curled up around her hand and arm, nothing more then a helpless ball of wretched fluffy male agony for as long as she kept her grip so tight. His fur soft and warm against her skin, his body shaking and writhing. He’d run out of breath to scream with so for the moment, he was just gasping, groaning and making unpleasant little retching noises.

“He doesn’t have as much to pinch as you do, Mister Foxy,” Rebecca said with a giggle.

“Oh no?” Foxy replied, his voice a twisted mixture of sympathy and pride.

“Not at all. Yours are certainly much larger then his.”

“Heh, good to hear,” Foxy said, grinning. Though seeing the coyote getting pinched so badly was making his left orb ache in sympathy too. He whimpered and rubbed it a little, and when it bulged out a little against his breeches he had the strangest urge to show it off to the princess. “You mean this one?”

Rebecca looked back over, and when she saw Foxy’s black furred fingers pressing his own testicle out against his breeches, she couldn’t help but start laughing! “Yes, Foxy, that one!”

As she laughed, Rebecca finally released the coyote’s left nard and let him curl up. Which he did immediately. Finally grabbing his groin in both hands, curled up into the tightest ball he could manage. He stayed that way for a few long, agonized minutes, and then he began to writhe frantically as if the pain was only getting worse. Uncurling to stretch his legs out and roll back and forth, then scrunching himself back up, rubbing his thighs together around his hands before rolling onto his belly, kicking his feet.

The whole spectacle was truly quite hilarious to Rebecca. Puppy was even more of a “squirmer” then Foxy was. How delightful! The princess already wanted to get him again. As he writhed about on the floor, she stood back up, and made a point to kick him in the butt a few times. Then she tried to step on his testicles while he lay belly down, wedging her bare foot under his rump. She managed to feel a single coyote lump beneath her toes for a moment, but when she stepped down it squirted away from her foot like a greased almond pinched between her fingers. Strangely, that still made the little coyote squeal.

“Hmmph,” she snorted, placing her hands upon her hips. “I suppose you’ve had enough for now. I should think you’re going to learn quite swiftly to be a good Puppy for me. I think perhaps I shall have your pay doubled, as well. You are a paid servant, are you not?”

Puppy only managed to groan something completely incoherent. The pain in his left testicle was really all he could think about. The worst of the sharp pain had been relentless while she’d squeezed it, and though it had faded upon his gland’s freedom, now that precious, gray furred orb was aching worse then it had ever ached in all the young coyote’s life. His sister had never gotten him this badly. And to make matters worse, when she had wedged her foot under his furry rump, it was once more his left one her toes had nearly mashed. The burst of sudden pain when the rubbery gland slipped its way to freedom reignited the ache all over again.

Rebecca simply watched the fluffy coyote writhe and cry for a little while. She was afraid he was going to permanently stain her beautiful blue carpet with all his tears, but she supposed he’d stop crying eventually. A shame about his once crisp clothing as well, it was now as dirty and wrinkled as poor Foxy’s tunic. When his writhing finally began to subside, she decided to see if he’d learned his lesson. If he had, perhaps he deserved a treat or a reward. Or both! Though, she still hadn’t thought of one.

“I shall take your pathetic groans as a ‘yes’, and because it’s your first day and I’ve already been so mean to you, I shall have your pay doubled.” She bent over and tapped him sharply on his black nose to get his attention. He yipped and peered up at her through wet golden eyes. “Now, what is it you never do?”

“Grab…your hands?” Puppy murmured, uncertain and now a little bit afraid of making her angry. Though he had to admit…If she was serious about doubling his pay he’d almost be ready to let her squeeze his nuts like that any time she wanted. …Almost. He’d never have to go back to working a bar again! Hell, he could BUY that damn bar. He’d just have to hope that today was the exception to the rule, and usually a hard working coyote like him wouldn’t be getting his testicles mashed so thoroughly on a day to day basis. “Or…anything you tell me not too?”

“Good boy,” Rebecca said with a smile, and patted his head. “And what is your name?”

Thrag took a deep breath, rubbing his aching nuts in his tan furred hands. He let it out in a long sigh, and once more repeated his new name for her. “Puppy. My name is Puppy.”

“Excellent! How do your poor balls feel?” The princess asked.

Puppy glanced up at her, pinning his ears back against his head. “Horrible. Especially my left one.”

Rebecca patted his head once more. “That’s a shame,“ Rebecca said with a smirk, a wicked urge overcoming her. “Does this make them feel any better?”

Rebecca parted her thighs a little bit while kneeling down, and pulled her skirt up up around her hips. High enough for Puppy to see the full creamy extent of her smooth, supple thighs, and even the frilly blue undergarments that lay snuggled against her feminine flesh just between her legs. His golden eyes went wide and his muzzle dropped open. He was practically being flashed by royalty! And despite the pain, Thrag could feel his sheath stirring inside his breeches.

“A little better,” Thrag admitted in embarrassment.

“Good,” Rebecca said. She smiled and dropped her skirt back down, then rose to her feet. “You may hold yourself until you feel better,” she told him, as if he was going to be doing anything else for the next little while.

Over on her bed, Foxy was staring at her with wide eyes. “Did you just show him your…?” He trailed off a little at the end, glancing away.

Rebecca rolled her eyes, and strolled over to her bed. She leaned up against one of the elegant mahogany posts, carved to resemble a vine wrapped tree stretching up to hold aloft the silvery, cloud-like canopy. For a moment, she simply smirked at the fox. It looked as though he honestly believed she’d just showed the little coyote something truly illicit. As if she’d ever show him something like that before she’d showed Foxy. She’d definitely show Foxy first. Foxy was important, and Foxy was…

…Wait, what?

Rebecca blinked, and quickly pushed that line of thinking out of her head. She smiled at the fox, and shook her head, crimson tresses swaying back and forth. “I’m wearing underwear you silly fox. Why, do you want to see too?”

“Oh,” Foxy muttered, running a hand back over his black tipped ears. He licked his muzzle, and then nodded. “Yeah. I do. But I’m not gonna ask if it’s gonna get me kicked again.”



And that's where I'm leaving it for now! Tune in next time to see if Foxy gets a peek too, or if he just gets another kick hehehe.

[jabby]

Fantastic part 2 MP! And not just the busts, you managed to develop the characters (especially the princess/foxy relationship) awesomely. I love that even though brutalizes him, she still lets him get away with stuff that would get other servants thrown in the dungeon. :D

And I'm liking the coyote character. If I had to give a constructive criticism though, it would be that few men (or coyotes) would think any amount of money was worth getting their nuts smashed. Foxy is stuck with the princess, just seems like given his backstory, 'thrag' should have a stronger reason for taking the abuse.

But it was a great story! How many parts for this do you have in mind before you move on to one of your other ideas? If you keep this up, you could be writing furry BB stories for years lol (and im certainly not complaining) :ibow4u:

[juggalosnyder]

Amazing!!! Well written and such attention to detail. Quite impressive!

[poiu]

Fantastic as always. I love the fact that you're a really good writer first, and a BB fetishist second -- it makes your stuff an absolute pleasure to read, both intellectually and, uh, otherwise :P Keep up the good work, man.

[Mythical Pain]

Fantastic part 2 MP! And not just the busts, you managed to develop the characters (especially the princess/foxy relationship) awesomely. I love that even though brutalizes him, she still lets him get away with stuff that would get other servants thrown in the dungeon. :D

Thanks very much! Yeah, I think their relationship is key to the story being more then just a fetish story. And the slow revealing of that relationship, even as it builds between them. He's kind of her only real friend, and vice versa, even if neither of them wants to admit it. I had this conversation with a friend from the site before, it's his favorite part of the story!


And I'm liking the coyote character. If I had to give a constructive criticism though, it would be that few men (or coyotes) would think any amount of money was worth getting their nuts smashed. Foxy is stuck with the princess, just seems like given his backstory, 'thrag' should have a stronger reason for taking the abuse.

As far as that goes, it's a fair point. But there's also a bit of behind the scenes motivation that isn't totally fleshed out ( yet ) in the story. But I put some more thought into it after reading your post, and here's how I look at it.

Thrag has only just arrived on the job. He had no idea his nuts were gonna be in trouble when he took it. Before he knew what was going on, he'd already gotten kneed in the balls and was down on the floor. Everything she did to him then was while he was more or less helpless.

At that point, his only options are resist, and get it worse, or give in and let her do it. Sure, he could decide then and there to leave. After all, he'd already thought about quitting the job several times.

But, while all the servants DO get paid and are generally treated well...she IS the princess. So Bottom Line is, what she says, goes! If he tries to leave and she decides that she wants to keep him, all she has to do is say as much, and her guards can keep him in the castle for the rest of his life without any pay at all.

He'd never make it a single step past that giant guard watching over Rebecca's room.

The way Thrag sees it, he can stay there and take the abuse, hoping it stops, and end up wealthier then everyone else he knows combined, or he can be kept there against his will, end up dirt poor, and still get his balls busted anyway.

Plus, his family is all hugely proud of him. He'd be far too embarrassed to tell them the real reason he quit, and he's always out to make them proud. He'd just look like a "Quitter" to them, and every time his family had financial problems after that, or got harassed by humans over debts he'd hear "Too bad you didn't keep that high paying job, Thrag, you could have paid all our bills off....Oh well..." His kind don't get the sort of leeway on debts that a lot of humans might, because of bigotry against them in the kingdom. He wants to make sure he can keep his family supported if they ever need it, as well as himself.

Thrag also wants to make humans see his people as less then barbarians, and what better way to prove how civilized his kind can be then to be known as the princess's personal servant? And no one else has to know how badly roughed up he got. For now, he's still hoping that after the first night, she'll go easy on him. ( Silly yote. )

So, those are the motivations I see for him, anyway. Also keep in mind that this is all rough draft, basically. Where I to write this out as a novel, I"d want to write the whole thing first, every single chapter, then I could go back and revise as needed to reflect changes in the story and the way their motivations change.

But since I'm writing and posting right away...well, rough draft is what you get, so they might not always have the sort of proper motivation they probably should.


But it was a great story! How many parts for this do you have in mind before you move on to one of your other ideas? If you keep this up, you could be writing furry BB stories for years lol (and im certainly not complaining) :ibow4u:

Again, thanks very much! Really glad you enjoy it! I don't have a set number of chapters for it, I could conceivably go on just about forever. I have a bit of a long term plot in mind, but could take it anywhere.

I'll likely end up going back and forth between this and several of my other story ideas. I'm really wanting to get a human woman busting the hell out of a male dragon's dangly eggs in the near future, hehe.

I imagine I'll keep adding chapters to all my ideas now and then for a while. I've already written another one that I mentioned here but didn't post, as it was for a different sight, and was about two male dragons. So it wasn't totally appropriate for this forum, even though one of the dragons definitely get his eggs scrambled by the other hehe.

But my other ideas will definitely get posted here.

I'll probably do one more Princess and Pet chapter, where Foxy and Puppy end up nude, and then start on another idea, probably dragon related.

What about you? You should write some furry/dragon ballbusting stories, too!

[Mythical Pain]

Amazing!!! Well written and such attention to detail. Quite impressive!

Thanks very much! Really glad you enjoyed it, and enjoyed the detail. I think good attention to detail helps even a kinky or fetish story be a lot more enjoyable.


Fantastic as always. I love the fact that you're a really good writer first, and a BB fetishist second -- it makes your stuff an absolute pleasure to read, both intellectually and, uh, otherwise :P Keep up the good work, man.

Thanks again, Poiu! Always appreciate your compliments. Like I'd mentioned earlier, I think trying to take it a bit seriously helps it become a better and more entertaining story that way. Hopefully makes the busts seem that much more "painful" too if you start to feel for the characters...excuse the pun. Hehehe.

What about you, what are you working on lately?

[abused berries]

does this count?


http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/03.gif?w=400&h=299

[Hidanyote]

does this count?


http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/03.gif?w=400&h=299

Ha! That was certainly good for a laugh. :D

I'm going to have to read some of the new stories around here too, been too much of a busy 'yote of late!

[Mythical Pain]

Ha! That was certainly good for a laugh. :D

I'm going to have to read some of the new stories around here too, been too much of a busy 'yote of late!

HAH! That was funny! And yes, you do need to read the stories, and you need to get on your own stories, Naughty Yote! ...Don't make me sic the princess on your lazy yote berries.

[Johnni]

Anybody have any drawings or art they've found that's relevant? Even just furry pics of very well-endowed males? I have no idea what sites to search on, all I really know is Doug Winger's stuff at the vlc archive, or Gideon's drawings from macrophile (which have been posted here) and I'd like to branch out. Anybody know anything similar to those?

[Hidanyote]

HAH! That was funny! And yes, you do need to read the stories, and you need to get on your own stories, Naughty Yote! ...Don't make me sic the princess on your lazy yote berries.

Hey now, I've got at least one story up in scraps at least! Posted it a page back or so but didn't show up for a while! Hmph, princesses. There's no pleasing 'em!

As for furry artwork, I'm afraid I can't find a FurAffinity link for this one but Dark Natasha drew this a while back. Nothing too cruel but quite appealing I think. ;)

http://e621.net/post/show/9234/antelope-bovine-buffalo-bull-cbt-cow-dark_natasha-

[teracota1994]

Thanks for all the stories they are all great, keep up the good work.

[Mythical Pain]

Hey now, I've got at least one story up in scraps at least! Posted it a page back or so but didn't show up for a while! Hmph, princesses. There's no pleasing 'em!

As for furry artwork, I'm afraid I can't find a FurAffinity link for this one but Dark Natasha drew this a while back. Nothing too cruel but quite appealing I think. ;)

http://e621.net/post/show/9234/antelope-bovine-buffalo-bull-cbt-cow-dark_natasha-

Ah, I've always loved that pic! You just know those two females are gonna scramble those oversized orbs something serious!

Also, I had missed your post about your story earlier, guess it got delayed or something.

Hooray for non-anthro gryphons! Sadly I've not got an FA account so I haven't been able to read it yet. You should post it on So Furry too!

[Mythical Pain]

Jabby, since I missed Hidan's posts, I was afraid you might miss mine too. I did answer your questions and talked about Thrag's motivation, once page back I think, big post at the end hehe. Just in case!

[jabby]

Yep, I saw it. You explained it well, it was only a really minor criticism. Keep up the good work!

[Gen-ichi]

http://www.sofurry.com/page/58355

so...tempting...*grins mischeivously*

[Mythical Pain]

Yep, I saw it. You explained it well, it was only a really minor criticism. Keep up the good work!

Thanks very much! Now we need to get you doing some furry ballbust writing!

[Mythical Pain]

http://www.sofurry.com/page/58355

so...tempting...*grins mischeivously*

So right! That furry raccoon set needs to be kicked hard, and kicked repeatedly!

[Gen-ichi]

So right! That furry raccoon set needs to be kicked hard, and kicked repeatedly!

Yes, yes he does! One nut each? *smirks and double teams the 'coon with MP*

yay ^^

...>.=.> ...<.=.< ...*takes the raccoon's place* X3

[Mythical Pain]

Yes, yes he does! One nut each? *smirks and double teams the 'coon with MP*

yay ^^

...>.=.> ...<.=.< ...*takes the raccoon's place* X3

I was thinking more that females need to kick that furry pair, but sure we can give him a few shots too! Or yours, lol.

[poiu]

Here are a couple of things I've stumbled across in the past few days:

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-60975.html
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-60976.html
http://reavz.tumblr.com/post/1253032178
http://reavz.tumblr.com/post/936779254

Unfortunately I'm not making much progress with my own work (too busy), but I'll be back eventually. In the meanwhile, I'm glad to see this thread is alive and well :)

[Mythical Pain]

Here are a couple of things I've stumbled across in the past few days:

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-60975.html
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-60976.html
http://reavz.tumblr.com/post/1253032178
http://reavz.tumblr.com/post/936779254

Unfortunately I'm not making much progress with my own work (too busy), but I'll be back eventually. In the meanwhile, I'm glad to see this thread is alive and well :)

LOL I Like the little "cracked eggs" in the bottom right of the first one. Owie.

[Iguana]

Nice pics, poiu! Keep looking for them!

Iguana

[mick_sl8ter]

LOL @ ninja turtle
http://i53.tinypic.com/v7ceft.jpg

[mick_sl8ter]

http://rule34-images.paheal.net/402ae6e361ba429d815455e134cbaea4/19595%20-%20Ackanime%20World_of_Warcraft%20blood_elf%20orc% 20troll.jpg

[mick_sl8ter]

http://i52.tinypic.com/2hfn98n.jpg

[One from the Vaults]

@Mythical
I like the princess story. Any chance we'll see the next part soon?

[Mythical Pain]

@Mythical
I like the princess story. Any chance we'll see the next part soon?

You didn't miss Part 2 when I posted it, did you? So far I've posted Part 1, and Part 2! As for Part 3, well, with any luck it will be up before too long! Glad you like it, thanks for asking!

[poiu]

So: I've got another story for you! It's not the next chapter of Dragon Slaying, sadly (though Lia & co. are currently discussing how to burst one of P'oiu's balls), but it is a continuation/offshoot/whatever of the Pokemon story about the Underground League that I wrote a while back, based on my weird little website (http://pokemonbusting.heroku.com/). It's a little rushed, but I figured it was better to finish something and post it than to keep on waiting.

Anyway, if you like ballbusting, Pokemon, or sexy nurses, hopefully you'll find something to like here. Enjoy!


"Next!"

Ethan looked up from his magazine, glancing left and right to see if there was anyone else in the waiting room, but besides the cute Latias nurse standing at the door and the Dusclops sitting at the sign-in desk, it looked like he was the only one left. The Blastoise set down his copy of Battles Illustrated, climbing heavily to his feet. "Uh…I guess that's me."

"Mr. Pell, is it?" The female smiled warmly. "Right this way, please."

"Of course." Ethan followed the nurse into the hallway, unable to resist a glance at the subtle curve of her rear through her tight white uniform. The Blastoise admired the view for a short moment before clearing his throat, ******* his eyes back upwards. "Listen, uh -- I was told I need to come here, but I'm not sure why…"

"You're new to the League, yes?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well, before we can accept you into the League, we need to do a quick physical to make sure you're physically fit enough." She turned a corner, continuing her brisk pace. "It's standard procedure."

The Blastoise frowned, struggling a bit just to keep up with the fleet-footed female. "B-but I already brought in my latest documents from the Pokecenter -- I had a physical just last week."

"Ah yes, but the Underground League requires a somewhat…unique skill-set from its participants." The Latias finally came to a stop, grabbing a doorknob. "It's not enough just to be fit -- your body must be prepared for the challenges of an Underground League battle."

"Oh." Ethan scratched his head. "Uh…okay."

Rather than say more, the nurse just opened the door, gesturing inwards. "Now you step inside and strip down, and I'll be back in a minute to start the exam, alright?"

The big Blastoise paused at that thought -- himself, naked, receiving an in-depth "checkup" from the curvy female. And maybe checking out that cute rump in return… "W-wait," he stuttered, "are…are you the one examining me?"

"Along with my partner, yes." Seeing the look on his face, the Latias giggled. "Oh don't be shy, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Just make yourself comfortable and we'll be in shortly, alright?"

"Uh…of course," Ethan replied, quickly stepping inside and closing the door before he could embarrass himself any further.

It only took a few moments for the Blastoise to remove the few articles of clothing he was wearing: his socks and shoes set neatly on the floor, his t-shirt following soon afterwards, with his shorts and boxers completing the set. Nervously the big water-type sat on the edge of the examination table, glancing down at his groin. Not that he was ashamed of what Arceus had given him -- quite the opposite, in fact -- but recently he'd gone through a bit of a dry spell, and that bouncy little Latias chick had already done plenty to get his hormones flowing. Hopefully a nice cold stethoscope to the chest would cool him down a bit; otherwise, things had the potential to get awkward…

The male looked up with a start as the doorknob turned again, the door opening to reveal a new figure…but one equally worrisome. The Blastoise let out an internal groan as the Ivysaur female stepped into the room, her uniform tight around her hips, a clipboard clasped tightly to her chest. And good thing, too -- that clipboard was the only item that stopped Ethan from openly gawking at the grass-type's rather generous rack. Even so, he could feel a pang of desire go through his body, his turtlehood giving a weak twitch at the sight.

Then came the Latias girl as well, turning to close the door behind her, giving him another glimpse of that fine behind through the thin cloth of her outfit. Two bangable nurses? Already the male could feel his limp length starting to stiffen, responding to the welcome sight. Keeping his libido in check was going to be an uphill battle, apparently.

"Well then…Ethan Pell, is it?" The Ivysaur smiled at him. "I'm Dr. Inkberry -- I'll be leading your exam today. Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Dr. Landsinger," piped up the Latias. "We've met already, of course, but nice to meet you all the same."

"Uh…pleased to meet you both as well," Ethan replied. It was a bit of a relief to hear both of the females take on a professional tone. It certainly put his nerves more at ease. Maybe it wouldn't be quite so difficult to keep himself under control after all.

Dr. Inkberry continued, glancing down at her clipboard. "I'm sure you've got places to be this afternoon, so we'll try to make this as quick and painless as we can. Let's see…you've signed the consent forms, so Dr. Landsinger is going to start setting you up on the examination table, but while she's doing that, I'm going to ask you some supplementary questions to fill in the gaps in your physical, alright?"

"Sounds good," the Blastoise answered, trying to relax as the Latias placed a hand on his chest and ****** him gently onto his back. It was never a very comfortable place for a turtle to be, but after twenty-odd years of doctor's visits, he knew better than to complain or to panic.

"It looks like we've got most of your basic info already," said the Ivysaur, "but we're going to need more background on your reproductive health -- for legal reasons, mostly. These questions are important, so answer honestly, please."

"Of course," Ethan replied, allowing Dr. Landsinger to grab one of his wrists and extend his arm to its full length.

"Good." Dr. Inkberry looked up from her clipboard, giving the water-type a smile. "Then let me start with the basics…it says here you're clean of any sexual diseases, yes?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Fertile?"

"As far as I know."

"Any hormone imbalances? Low testosterone, anything like that?"

"Not that I'm aware of, no."

"Good." The Ivysaur set her clipboard down for a moment, sliding her pencil behind one ear. "I'm just going to examine your testicles quickly and make sure there are no unusual growths…"

The Blastoise fought the urge to fidget as the female stepped up between his legs, taking hold of his heavy turtle-makers and weighing them in her palm. He let out a long, tense breath as the Ivysaur examined his orbs, checking for any irregularities. At least she's not feeling up the one-eyed monster, Ethan told himself…even though a small part of him wished that she was.

"Seems like everything's normal," Dr. Inkberry said after a moment, letting the water-type's jewels slip from her grasp. "Nothing to suggest any disease or recent injury."

"Well that's good news," piped up Dr. Landsinger, just as she finished binding the male's left wrist to the table. "I'd hate to see a big guy like you anything less than healthy."

That earned a blush from Ethan, but the Ivysaur just shook her head. "Anyway, continuing…have you ever been kicked, punched, or otherwise hit in the testicles?"

Ethan winced. "Uh, yes."

The Ivysaur ticked off a box on her clipboard. "And what is the most severe blow you have ever taken to the testicles?"

"Um." The male blushed, his legs drawing together instinctively as he thought the question over. "I got kneed pretty hard by a Tyranitar chick once…that was bad."

"How long did that put you out of commission?" asked the Latias, pulling one of the Blastoise's legs aside.

Ethan frowned, looking down at the dragon-type as she bound his ankle to the examination table. "Well, I was down for probably fifteen minutes or so…and then I was pretty achy for a day or two after."

"Mmm." Another mark on Dr. Inkberry's clipboard. "And do you have any history of rupture?"

The male blinked. "Sorry, could you say that again?"

"Have you ever popped one?" asked the Latias bluntly.

Ethan's stomach turned at the thought. "Uh, no. I mean, I have 'em both, don't I?"

"That's true, but just because you've got a full set doesn't mean there hasn't been a rupture." The Ivysaur reached out and took the Blastoise's sac in her hand once more, rolling the twin spunk-makers between her fingers. "Sometimes a ball can be patched back together after it bursts, assuming it hasn't been totally crushed."

"Oh. R-right." The male looked a little queasy now, and none-too-comfortable with the female examining his heavy pair. "Well that definitely hasn't happened."

"Good to hear." The female let his turtle-makers slip from her grasp. "And how about sexual activity -- you're sexually active, yes?"

"Yes."

"And no sexual diseases, we already went over that…" The Ivysaur frowned. "When was the last time you ejaculated?"

"Uh." Ethan's cheeks burned red. "Th-that's a little personal, isn't it?"

"It's all part of the standard procedure, sir." The Latias nurse smiled up at him. "Don't worry, this is all private -- there's nothing to be shy about."

The Blastoise frowned, watching as the female finished binding his other ankle. "Well then. That would be…last night, I guess."

"With a partner, or solo?"

"...Solo," admitted the male sheepishly.

The Latias looked up, her gaze flicking towards the male's limp length. "Well that's a pity," she murmured.

Dr. Inkberry just nodded. "No shame in that. And just to double-check: as far as you're aware, you have no fertility problems, correct?"

"No, no issues."

"I should think not, with a big pair of plums like that." Dr. Landsinger giggled as she locked Ethan's right wrist into the last of the restraints. "And you're a water-type, too -- I'll bet your little swimmers are plenty strong."

Ethan blushed brightly at her comment -- and his cheeks weren't the only part of his body suffering from an increase in blood flow. If I get out of this examination without popping wood, thought the turtle, then I deserve some kind of medal. And some alone time with a box of tissues.

But if the two nurses took any notice of the Blastoise's inner conflict, they didn't show it. Instead Dr. Inkberry scribbled a few more notes on her clipboard, then set it aside. "Alright then, we've just got a few more quick tests to do. Jess, the patient is secured?" she asked, moving to examine her male's restraints.

"Yep!" The dragon-type grinned. "Good luck escaping from that without any help."

The Ivysaur let out a little chuckle. "Doctor, you're going to scare him with language like that." She turned to Ethan. "Just lie down and try to relax, alright? This might be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

Ethan frowned. "Sure. Uh…what test is this, exactly?"

"Oh, just a reproductive health examination. An evaluation of sexual performance and a standard test for testicular integrity."

"Uh…'testicular integrity'?" the Blastoise echoed uncertainly.

"Yep! We check whether you've got the balls for the job, basically." Dr. Landsinger grinned, taking hold of his sac. "We need to make sure that your balls won't just explode the first time you take a Mega Kick to the groin."

"A-and how do you do that?" asked Ethan, increasing concern creeping into his voice.

"Well, we usually start with manual examination." The Latias grinned, rolling the male's plump turtlemakers between her fingers. "But that's Dr. Inkberry's area of expertise, not mine, so...Doc, you wanna take over?"

"My pleasure." The Ivysaur smiled down at the male, wrapping her fingers around his left orb. "Now, take a deep breath and think about something pleasant, alright?"

Ethan opened his mouth to make some kind of protestation -- but before he could even formulate the thought, a pair of vines shot out from the grass-type doctor's shoulders, reaching down to encircle his isolated left nut. For a split second the Blastoise felt a shiver of arousal -- the foreign sensation of being felt up by a pair of tentacles -- but only until the female's snug wrap suddenly tightened around its contents.

The male's eyes shot wide open and his body tensed as the doctor bore down on his spud with crushing force. Immediately a high-pitched moan came from his throat, his hips twitching instinctively in an attempt to dislodge the gonad-crushing rip. The rubbery sphere squirmed desperately, seeking an escape from the terrible pressure, but it was surrounded on all sides by the Ivysaur's tightly coiled vines, its contents ****** into an ever-shrinking space.

Meanwhile, Dr. Landsinger just chuckled, watching the turtle's facial expression as his eggs were all but scrambled in the name of health. "Ha, look at him! I swear, no two guys make the same face, but they all react like you just stabbed them in the gut with a rusty spork."

"Tell me about it." The Ivysaur's brow was furrowed as she carried out her examination, rotating the water-type's jewel in her grip to examine every side. Carefully she pushed and prodded, poking into the heart of the turtle's testicle and earning a shrill squeal in response. "It's not like we're doing any damage -- they way they react, you'd think it was a Snorlax stomping on their spuds."

"Heh, yeah." Dr. Landsinger grinned. "Speaking of which, did you see that fight last week?"

"The one against the Dragonite? Yeah, I caught the highlights on Jubilife afterwards. If you ask me, the guy was lucky to get out of there with one nut left." Dr. Inkberry shook her head, looking back down at the spunk-filled nugget squashed between her vines and ignoring the twitching, moaning male it was attached to. "Anyway, the left one seems healthy so far. You wanna start checking the right?"

"Sure thing," the Latias replied. Gently she lifted the Blastoise's right nut in her fingers, peering at the plump spunk-maker for a moment, a faint blue glow building up around her hand. "Now let's see…"

Ethan was already lost in his own world of mind-numbing, gut-wrenching pain, his entire universe consumed by the nauseating ache spreading from his mangled left marble…but that did very little to distract him from the agony that suddenly exploded in his right nut. The turtle let out a renewed squawk of male agony as Dr. Landsinger focused her psychic powers on his other gonad, his sizable right nut reshaping itself like putty under the incredible strength of the Latias's psychic examination. Desperately the Blastoise tried to call out, seeking the words to make it all stop -- but even if his vocal cords hadn't already been contorted in a high-pitched moan, the two doctors between his legs didn't seem very concerned about his personal comfort.

"Honestly, he's got a really nice pair," remarked Dr. Landsinger. "Big, plump, healthy. And he's your standard water-type -- he's gotta be producing spunk by the gallon. I mean, these things are full."

"Yeah…that should make the last part interesting." The Ivysaur glanced up. "Do you want to take this, or should I?"

Dr. Landsinger shrugged. "Seems like he's got enough to share. Why not both of us?"

The grass-type thought for a moment, then shrugged in return. "Sure, I don't see why not. After you, then."

"With pleasure." The Latias took on an almost predatory look, grinning down at the Blastoise's groin. "I've been looking forward to this ever since you walked in, big boy…"

In his near-delirious state, Ethan was a bit too distracted to fully process what was going on in front of him, but if he had been paying attention, he might have seen Dr. Landsinger reach out to take hold of his limp length, giving it a few firm strokes. He might have seen her lean in to give a long, slow lick from base to tip, sliding her tongue around the growing beast. He might have seen Dr. Inkberry join in a moment later, watching as she slurped down the first few inches, sucking hungrily on the stiffening rod.

Unfortunately for Ethan, this hardly registered when compared to the most intimate male agony imaginable -- but even if his brain could hardly process the spectacle before him, his body certainly responded, his thick turtlehood responding to the oral treatment despite the hellish nightmare going on just a few inches below. The male continued to frantically buck his hips, letting loose another long moan -- but with so many wires crossed, it was hard to say whether he was reacting to the pain or the pleasure.

Regardless, it was only a matter of moments before the Blastoise's body surrendered to the overstimulation. With an agonized squeal the male exploded, a thick blast of seed firing from the end of his cock to spray over the two females servicing him. His flattened orbs throbbed in agony as their sticky contents were practically squeezed out, shot after shot of baby batter arcing through the air to coat the doctors, the examination table, and everything else within a radius of several feet.

After a few moments (and one final, extra-strong squeeze), the Ivysaur and the Latias relinquished their grip on the male's tortured jewels, allowing the mangled pair to reinflate to an approximation of their usual shape. There was a brief pause as the turtle's member gave a few more twitches, drooling a few last drops of seed, but the silence was interrupted as Ethan let out another ungodly moan, his naked body quivering upon the examination table.

"You--you've got a sample?" asked Dr. Inkberry, squinting one eye shut against the string of seed that had splattered across the side of her face.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," laughed the Latias, using a finger to scrape off some of the thick spunk lying in ropes across the chest of her uniform. "Arceus, he came like a geyser, didn't he? The girls in the stadium are gonna love him."

"Heh…as long as he battles a cocktease, and not a ball-breaker." The Ivysaur looked down at the male's heavy sac. "Though who knows -- with a big pair like his, he might survive for a while before some girl pops one."

Ethan was far too gone to pay attention to what the females were saying around him…but as soon as his limbs were freed, the Blastoise bent double, hands flying to cover his tortured turtlehood. He hardly even noticed as he rolled onto his side and tumbled off the examination table on to the floor, crumpling into the fetal position.

"Ohhhh Arceus," the male moaned, his hands clasped tightly between his legs. "Oh dear Arceus, my nuts--!"

"Heh." The Latias chuckled, watching as the male clutched feebly at his throbbing spuds. "Never gets old."

"Relax," cooed Dr. Inkberry, unable to suppress a smile herself as the Blastoise let out another deep groan. "The first time's always the worst -- it'll get better from here, I promise. Consider that a warm-up for the League."

Ethan just let out another incoherent groan in reply. "Oh god…"

This time the doctor smiled more widely. "Take a few minutes to gather yourself. When you're ready, come down to the receptionist's desk and we'll set you up with your first battle, alright?"

The Blastoise managed a weak nod, his gut still swimming with nausea as the two doctors began cleaning up the examination room around him. After a while the male summoned enough strength to try moving again, and gradually the water-type managed to work his way to a kneeling position, his body still curling forwards in an instinctive attempt to guard his aching groin. Gingerly the male cradled his swollen eggs in his fingers, trying not to cause any more damage to his already pummeled pair.

"Oh, and hey -- one more thing."

With visible effort Ethan ****** his gaze upwards, catching sight of Dr. Landsinger just in time to see the blur of the dragon-type's foot come crashing up between his legs. The Blastoise let out a pained squeak and crumpled to the floor once more, the room forgotten as a fresh round of agony rose up from his family jewels. With a dry croak the male folded into the fetal position, clutching his most sensitive organs in a vain attempt to soothe their throbbing ache.

The Latias looked down at him, grinning widely. "Welcome to the League, stud."

And as a bonus for you people, here's a tiny snippet from a much more graphic version of this story that I'll probably never write. (Warning: ball-pulping ahead.)


The Nidoqueen rolled the rubbery orb between two fingers, giving the Blaziken's nut a firm squeeze to test its integrity. "Left one seems alright." She switched to the male's other testicle, probing it for only a brief moment before frowning. "This one's a goner, though -- it's already ruptured. Pulp it."

"Yes ma'am," replied the Latias, grinning as she reached down and took over for the doctor. The female gave an experimental squeeze and giggled. "Ooh, yeah, the entire side is cracked open, isn't it? Poor guy. Ah well, at least he's still got one."

The *********** male didn't give much more than a quiet moan and a leg twitch as the dragon-type gave a firm squeeze, his right testicle flattened between the female's fingers with a quiet squelch. It gave the Latias herself a shiver, though, a quick thrill running up her spine as half the Blaziken's reproductive power was reduced to goo in her grip.

[Kyore000]

Hey Poiu, are you ever gonna get around to adding some of the things I sent to you in suggestions a long while back? It was under the user Tamakeri. It'd be awesome to see the Pokemon site updated some more (humans <3). Thanks again man.

[poiu]

Kyore: sorry I've kept you waiting so long, but I'm actually not planning to add any more new characters to the current site. Don't worry, though: I'm working on an updated/new version that will allow people to create their own characters, whether they're humans or furries or aliens or whatever. It probably won't be done before the end of the year, but I'll let y'all know when it's coming. In the meanwhile, hopefully the dozen-odd humans already in the system can keep you entertained :)

[Kyore000]

That sounds amazing, poiu!! I hope for your very very very expedited progress. :D

[Mythical Pain]

http://gurochan.net/g/src/128878497466.jpg Hehehehe. You should like that one, Poiu.

[poiu]

Heh, yeah, I'd say so -- I wrote a story (http://www.sofurry.com/page/95058/user) based off it :P FELLarts and Faithry both have some fun ideas.

[poiu]

Ready for something really out-there and really awesome? A friend of mine gave me permission to post this comic, though I'm unsure if he wants his name attached to them, so I'll keep him anonymous for now. It involves a pair of Disney-like dolphins with some interesting powers, put to interesting use :P

There's some graphic popping ahead, so be warned. Also, these are big pics, so it'll probably take a moment to download. Anyway, enjoy! I think this is pretty damn original :)

http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/9701/section1a.jpg
http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/808/section2.jpg
http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/8060/section3.jpg
http://img811.imageshack.us/img811/6179/section4.jpg
http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/6595/section5.jpg

[Mythical Pain]

Ready for something really out-there and really awesome? A friend of mine gave me permission to post this comic, though I'm unsure if he wants his name attached to them, so I'll keep him anonymous for now. It involves a pair of Disney-like dolphins with some interesting powers, put to interesting use :P

There's some graphic popping ahead, so be warned. Also, these are big pics, so it'll probably take a moment to download. Anyway, enjoy! I think this is pretty damn original :)

http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/9701/section1a.jpg
http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/808/section2.jpg
http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/8060/section3.jpg
http://img811.imageshack.us/img811/6179/section4.jpg
http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/6595/section5.jpg

Oooh...thanks for posting Poiu! Very original indeed!

And also...very ouch.

Wonder what it would take to talk them into drawing some non-anthro dragons getting their nards mashed for us hehehe.

Your friend's a great artist!

[kneefodder]

Another unsuspecting and stupidly deserving male succumbs to his lust and in so doing allows his worthless balls to become the prize of a girl.

[zapan]

Pikachu being kicked in the balls by a superheroin :

http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/305/7/1/pickachu_kick_by_callmepo-d31y9iq.jpg

[Mythical Pain]

Pikachu being kicked in the balls by a superheroin :

http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/305/7/1/pickachu_kick_by_callmepo-d31y9iq.jpg

HAH! Pika-Pop!

[MYDM777]

There's a clean version in the Commisionee's deviant art...

http://black-falcon01.deviantart.com/art/Pika-POW-184710487?q=sort%3Atime+gallery%3Ablack-falcon01&qo=0

And Poiu, you need to add her... and give her a special +400% damage against Pikachu's.

[Johnni]

Snoodle, write another story! Maybe involving Meg and a bull somehow?

[VulpesVulpes]

Oooh...thanks for posting Poiu! Very original indeed!

And also...very ouch.

Wonder what it would take to talk them into drawing some non-anthro dragons getting their nards mashed for us hehehe.

Your friend's a great artist!

Ahh I have found you, after reading your stories on sofurry. Great that you're also here!

[poiu]

Two weeks without a post? C'mon, I know we can do better than that.

I don't have anything too substantial to post at the moment (though the final bit of Dragon Slaying is now more than half done), but I figured I might as well give y'all a glimpse at the new BB site I'm working on. This is only a mock-up, so it's just for show, but the actual working version of the site is starting to wheeze to life, piece by piece. I'm hoping to open it up by the end of the year, but no promises.

Anyway, check it out and start thinking about what characters you want to create :)
http://underground.heroku.com/battle_layout

[Kyore000]

Lovin it, poiu <3! Ever thought about being able to take jewels or members as trophies? ;) I hope it goes up soon! Awesome job!

[poiu]

Ever thought about being able to take jewels or members as trophies?

Nah, nothing that specific -- I'm generally not into actual removal of anything, and it'd take a lot of space to keep track of all the individual battles you'd won. But I am working on a basic system for trophies/achievements. Every week the best characters in various categories earn a little prize (an icon next to their name, basically). I might do some kind of achievements for users, too, but probably not for launch.

[Kyore000]

Haha fair enough! XD
Also, I'd really like it if there were some support for if you're playing single-player as a male, aside from the Challenge Mode you have on the site now. It'd be kinda cute to experience a "Pop Them?" scenario from the perspective of the guy, looking up at the girl who's about to give her final stomp hehehehe. The closest thing you have so far seems to be just picking a male in the Multi Battle feature and having him go up with a girl or three. Though I guess this wouldn't explain how nuts would magically reappear on your created male characters but eh...XD Thanks again, poiu!

[poiu]

Once I'm done, you should be able to play as any character you want, against any character you want. (There'll probably only be one-on-one battles at launch, though.) I'll try to write at least a few fun match endings before the site goes live, so there are surprises to discover.

As for nuts magically reappearing, well, that's pretty much unavoidable given the way the site works -- wouldn't be much fun if you could only use a male character once or twice :P But I am hoping to expand on things like Challenge Mode, where the character stays consistent battle to battle until the whole series is finished. Again, we'll see how far I get before launch :)

[Mythical Pain]

This was posted in the cartoon section:

http://img148.imageshack.us/f/00094lll.jpg/

Right in his furry feline eggs! No kittens in that bad boy's future.

[Snoodle]

Once I'm done, you should be able to play as any character you want, against any character you want. (There'll probably only be one-on-one battles at launch, though.) I'll try to write at least a few fun match endings before the site goes live, so there are surprises to discover.

As for nuts magically reappearing, well, that's pretty much unavoidable given the way the site works -- wouldn't be much fun if you could only use a male character once or twice :P But I am hoping to expand on things like Challenge Mode, where the character stays consistent battle to battle until the whole series is finished. Again, we'll see how far I get before launch :)

Can I be a character? :Baahaha:

[sacr007]

http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/9701/section1a.jpg
http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/808/section2.jpg
http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/8060/section3.jpg
http://img811.imageshack.us/img811/6179/section4.jpg
http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/6595/section5.jpg

he go continue? or make any similar...

[Gen-ichi]

Can I be a character? :Baahaha:

If you're gonna be a character I'm gonna put mine in too, just to see how it goes ^.=.^;;

[poiu]

Creating characters is totally welcome and totally encouraged. (Unlike the Pokemon site, I won't be manually entering 200+ species, so y'all will need to do the work instead :P) However, there is going to be one very strictly enforced rule: characters based on actual people have to be kept private (i.e. they can't be shared with other users). Otherwise it opens up a huge can of worms.

There may be one or two rules beyond that to make sure the site is as legal and squeaky-clean as possible, but I'm trying my best not to restrict too much. Things were a lot easier back when my site just had imaginary creatures ballbusting each other :P

[Snoodle]

Creating characters is totally welcome and totally encouraged. (Unlike the Pokemon site, I won't be manually entering 200+ species, so y'all will need to do the work instead :P) However, there is going to be one very strictly enforced rule: characters based on actual people have to be kept private (i.e. they can't be shared with other users). Otherwise it opens up a huge can of worms.

There may be one or two rules beyond that to make sure the site is as legal and squeaky-clean as possible, but I'm trying my best not to restrict too much. Things were a lot easier back when my site just had imaginary creatures ballbusting each other :P

Aw, I wanted to be available for everyone to bust. XD I guess I'll have to take care of myself, then. :Baahaha:

[gary198]

Aw, I wanted to be available for everyone to bust. XD I guess I'll have to take care of myself, then. :Baahaha:


Cool, we could bust each other and see who can still siand.

[poiu]

Yeah, sorry. Meg's fair game though :P

[Snoodle]

Yeah, sorry. Meg's fair game though :P

:O Of course!

[aiam]

That site looks awesome, to make it a little different you could code in the images changing from normal to HIT IN THE CROTCH POSE?

also is it too late to get in on the Beta :P

[poiu]

Yep, already in the plans. When creating a character, you'll be able to supply a URL to a default picture, as well as a second picture for when the character has taken a few hits. I'm hoping people will put that to good use :P

Re: the beta: right now I'm actually the only one with access :P The site is still nowhere near a usable state, and won't be for several more weeks. As I've said before, I'm aiming to open registrations by the end of the year, but until then it's just a private workspace.


Also, in non-site-related news, I've starting polishing up an old Christmas-themed BB scrap. I imagine it'll show up here in another week or two, once we're a little closer to the actual holiday :)

[Gen-ichi]

would seem I need to get some pics drawn up by my friend then, I'm sure he'll have no trouble drawing both pics ^^ especially the 'after' pic X3

[Xelnaga]

Creating characters is totally welcome and totally encouraged. (Unlike the Pokemon site, I won't be manually entering 200+ species, so y'all will need to do the work instead :P) However, there is going to be one very strictly enforced rule: characters based on actual people have to be kept private (i.e. they can't be shared with other users). Otherwise it opens up a huge can of worms.


What's if it's just a made up character you created? Could those be shared? As long as you don't base it off yourself. It could satisfy some people without crossing a line.



As for nuts magically reappearing, well, that's pretty much unavoidable given the way the site works -- wouldn't be much fun if you could only use a male character once or twice :P But I am hoping to expand on things like Challenge Mode, where the character stays consistent battle to battle until the whole series is finished. Again, we'll see how far I get before launch :)

You could say crushed nuts are restored by the power of the brand new Cellular Regeneration Pods, an invention produced just in time for the new tournament season. Or something. It could also explain why there's isn't a constant, nearly terminal shortage of males.

The power of the plot is yours to command, Poiu. It can solve as many problems as imagination will allow. :)

[poiu]

Made-up characters are totally fine -- heck, I'll be adding characters like Lia and P'oiu myself :P So far, the only restricted cases are:

- Characters that are based on real, flesh-and-blood people
- Characters that are significantly under-age

And even in those cases, you can still create the characters -- you just have to keep them private. I'm just making sure that everything on the site is as legal as possible :)

I'm still working on a canon explanation for regenerating crushed nuts, but I've got some ideas that I'm working on. Particularly for the longer campaign modes, where popping a ball is kind of a big deal :P

[Xelnaga]

By the time the coding is finished you'll think of something.

[aiam]

haha. Communist animal thing with hat on the way.

if anyone wants me do some sketches for their characters I'm happy to do some;)

[Gen-ichi]

haha. Communist animal thing with hat on the way.

if anyone wants me do some sketches for their characters I'm happy to do some;)

You would? cool ^^

think ya can do anything with Gen?

Gen'Ichi (http://i51.tinypic.com/2rpwqax.jpg)
http://i51.tinypic.com/2rpwqax.jpg

[Mythical Pain]

haha. Communist animal thing with hat on the way.

if anyone wants me do some sketches for their characters I'm happy to do some;)


Yes please! You could do Foxy and Puppy from my stories, that would be amazing! Would love to have them getting hit in the furry nards all the time hehe.

Or a non anthro dragon, hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/9701/section1a.jpg
http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/808/section2.jpg
http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/8060/section3.jpg
http://img811.imageshack.us/img811/6179/section4.jpg
http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/6595/section5.jpg

he go continue? or make any similar...

Good question. Love to see them do some with dragons and gryphons, too.

[poiu]

Heh -- he's a busy guy, but he draws stuff when he has the time :) Next time he sends me stuff, I'll be sure to post it here.

[poiu]

A couple of good pics from FA (account required):

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4903337/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4852970/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4860826/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4925445/

And because I can, another screenshot from the new site:

http://underground.heroku.com/character_page

The site is starting to get along in development -- the framework is all done, and basic character creation is in place now -- but there are still lots of hurdles to clear, including the entire battle system. Still, it's looking good, and I'd say I'm on target for release at the end of the month :) As always, feedback and comments encouraged.

[Johnni]

Does anybody know of any good new furry or anthro bb stories on the eunuch archive? That stuff gets lost in there pretty fast.

Also, Snoodle, give us another adventure like the ones you wrote with Meg!

[Mythical Pain]

A couple of good pics from FA (account required):

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4903337/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4852970/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4860826/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4925445/

And because I can, another screenshot from the new site:

http://underground.heroku.com/character_page

The site is starting to get along in development -- the framework is all done, and basic character creation is in place now -- but there are still lots of hurdles to clear, including the entire battle system. Still, it's looking good, and I'd say I'm on target for release at the end of the month :) As always, feedback and comments encouraged.

Bah. I can never see those pics. I guess I gotta get myself a furaffinity account one of these days lol.

[SagaDC]

The pictures are all nice. Poiu has a mysterious sixth sense when detecting such things. The first one is from James Corck, who's done a few similarly themed pictures in the past. His art-style has definately improved.

Oh, and I don't think this one has been posted yet. Pelmar76 found it, and posted it on the Ballbusting Cartoons forum thread.
http://img148.imageshack.us/i/00094lll.jpg/

[bthauronite]

I signed up and still can't see the first three pictures. Why?

EDIT: Figured it out.

[poiu]

I believe you have to go here (http://www.furaffinity.net/controls/settings/) (Control Panel -> Account Settings), set your birthdate, and choose to View Mature Artwork. Then you should be able to view adult images, like the first three I linked to.

Signing up for FA is a bit of a hassle, I'll admit, but once you're set up it's a pretty sweet spot for furry stuff, both porn and not-porn. (Admittedly, FA's not super-fantastic for writers like myself, but I've yet to see a furry place that's better for stories. Maybe SoFurry back when it was still Yiffstar.)

EDIT: Heh, I see you figured it out, but I s'pose it doesn't hurt to leave these instructions for other people :)

[MYDM777]

I miss the days when Poiu was kind enough to copy the pics down to imageshack for us :(

[aiam]

You would? cool ^^

think ya can do anything with Gen?


I'll give it a shot. don't think it'd turn out as good as that one though!


Yes please! You could do Foxy and Puppy from my stories, that would be amazing! Would love to have them getting hit in the furry nards all the time hehe.

Or a non anthro dragon, hehe.


Foxy and puppy eh. Slip me some descriptions and I will :D

[Mythical Pain]

I'll give it a shot. don't think it'd turn out as good as that one though!




Foxy and puppy eh. Slip me some descriptions and I will :D

Awesome, I'd love that. If you haven't read the stories I posted here and on sofurry, I"ll get you some descriptions in the near future! or even if you have, hehe.

[edmondsetnod]

I miss the days when Poiu was kind enough to copy the pics down to imageshack for us :(

With all he does for us though cant really complain :)

[SagaDC]

Poked around on Deviantart a little bit, and spotted these too. Nothing graphic, but I like the latter one.

http://mr-groovysweet.deviantart.com/art/Fried-Bananas-Lucky-Contact-168558117

http://funkyalien.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2jeihl

[pippouus]

Great finds SagaDC and poiu! :thumbup Thanks!!!!

[Mythical Pain]

From a post on another thread:

http://g.e-hentai.org/s/394f947597/315365-3

[poiu]

I'm posting just the first half of this now, but the second half should be posted before Christmas (assuming I get my shit together).

This little snippet has been kicking around my BB story folder for 2+ years now, so I figured it was about time to get it done and post it. The opening quote may make this seem like more of a ********** story than a BB one, but trust me, in the end it's the same kind of nut-bashing that y'all have come to expect from me.

Anyway, enjoy, and may visions of ball-busting reindeer dance in your heads :P


The very fact that Christmas card artists show Rudolph with his antlers in place may underscore another unfortunate fact, one drawn to my attention by Odd Halvorsen: the Sami mostly use ********* male reindeer to pull or carry loads. Without their equipment, males have an abnormal antler cycle, so they keep their headgear longer than functional males. To keep his antlers for the sake of the Christmas card, Rudolph would have had to be *********. "This introduces another sad aspect to the story," Halvorsen says.
-The Physics of Christmas, Roger Highfield



"And last but not least, I remind you all to give a very warm welcome to the newest member of the team, Blitzen!"

A round of applause went through the room, and the buck grinned, glancing up at the jolly fat man introducing him. It had been a little intimidating to drop everything, leave his old life behind, and move north, but so far it felt pretty good to be the new kid up north. Everyone had been more than welcoming, and the team had taken him in right away. It seemed like there was always someone around to make sure he was doing alright.

Speaking of which... "Hey -- how you holding up?" Donder clapped a hand on Blitzen's back. "Need anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." The buck smiled. "Just taking it all in, y'know? I mean, I always hoped I'd end up at the North Pole, but I never thought I'd actually be here."

"Heh, yeah, I know what you mean. Trust me, though, you've earned it. And you'll figure out your way around the place soon enough." The veteran reindeer grinned. "If you've got any questions, though, feel free to ask anytime."

Blitzen thought for a moment before remembering the question that he had thought of earlier. "Oh -- one random thing that did occur to me. How do they take care of our antlers? For us guys, I mean."

"Ah." The male's face fell. "Um."

"I mean, because normally they fall off by the end of November." The buck frowned. "Do the males take hormones or something?"

"N-no, not hormones. Hormones don't help." Donder seemed visibly uncomfortable. "Listen, you'll find out how that works soon enough -- just drop the subject for now, alright? We don't...we don't really talk about that."

Blitzen chuckled. "Oh come on, is it some kind of secret? Listen, I don't care if we wear fake ones; it's not gonna spoil the Christmas magic or anything."

"No, it's not that, it's just…uh..." The fellow male leaned inwards, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Listen, if you really want to know--"

"Do I hear someone talking about antlers?" Vixen asked loudly, suddenly entering the conversation. The female turned to Blitzen, grinning widely with a flash of teeth. "I just love a good rack, if you know what I mean."

Blitzen snickered. "Yeah...well, Donder was just about to explain how they take care of our antlers up here."

"Oh really." Vixen arched an eyebrow, her pleasantness suddenly gone as she gave Donder a cold glance. "Is that true, dear?"

The male scrabbled for an explanation. "No, of course...well, I mean...he asked, so I--"

"Mmhmm." The female folded her arms. "Well...I would encourage you not to go ruining the surprise. Blitzen's new here; it's only right that we should give him a proper welcome."

"I...uh...yes ma'am," replied Donder meekly, looking down.

"Again, what's the big deal?" Blitzen folded his arms across his chest. "I mean, seriously -- they're just antlers. What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Well," Vixen replied, "it's just that some males find the whole thing a little...emasculating."

The buck snorted. "Why? I've got nothing to be ashamed of."

The doe's mouth turned upward in a smile. "Is that so? Well, aren't you a…" -- her gaze flicked downwards for a moment -- "…cocky little fella."

The male smirked. "Oh? Has someone else been talking about me?"

Vixen raised an eyebrow, but her smile grew. "Heh -- nice to see a new guy with some balls. I just hope you can pull a sleigh as well as the big guy says you can. But I guess we'll find that out soon enough." The doe turned away. "Later, boys."

Blitzen watched the female walk away for a moment, admiring the healthy swing of her rear. Yeah, it was good to be the new kid up north.

"You might not want to flirt with her like that," warned Donder. "She can be kind of...intense. Dancer and Comet are a lot nicer, as far as females go."

The buck snorted. "Oh come on, she's smoking hot and she was totally flirting back. Besides, I'm not taking girl advice from a guy who folds like a wet paper bag around women." Blitzen chuckled. "What, has she got you pussy-whipped or something?"

Donder didn't seem quite so amused. "Yeah, well…" he mumbled, cheeks burning as he looked down at the ground.

----

"Good work today, man." Dasher gave the younger male a pat on the shoulder. "You're doing really well."

"Thanks," panted Blitzen, still dripping sweat from the endurance run he had just completed. His whole body ached with exertion, even muscles that he didn't know he had. Luckily, a hot shower did a lot to ease that pain, and so it was with much relief that the buck tossed his workout clothing aside and stepped into the nice, warm spray.

Damn, I'm tired, the buck thought to himself, letting his body relax as the day's tension slowly ran down the drain. I didn't realize how fast the training ramps up…but then again, I suppose this is the best team in the world for a reason.

Honestly, though, over the past few days the team dynamic had seemed a little…off. When the whole team was out running together, it felt fantastic, but the whole team hadn't consistently been together since the beginning of training. It seemed like every few days a different member was out sick -- first Cupid, then Dasher, today Donder. All males, coincidentally. Blitzen wondered if there might be something more significant going on, but when he asked one of the sick bucks who had returned, all he got was a mumbled response about not feeling well.

Still, there were still several weeks of training left before the big day, and Blitzen felt confident that the team was up to the task. No doubt it would leave them all good and exhausted, but there was a whole year to recover afterwards.

Exhausted and wrapped in his thoughts, the buck didn't notice how much time had passed until the supply of hot water finally began to run out. Geez, he thought, I didn't even hear everyone leave. Blitzen shook his head to gather himself and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading towards his locker, beginning to dry himself off as he went.

Blitzen had been buried face-first in towel for several seconds, drying his antlers, when he was caught off-guard by a wolf-whistle from just a few feet away. Pulling the cloth aside, he found himself face-to-face with a post-shower Vixen, wrapped in her own towel, looking down at his endowment with a rather pleased smirk on her face.

"Hey!" the male exclaimed, looking suspiciously at the doe -- though not moving to cover himself. After all, the two had been flirting ever since he first arrived. Maybe it was finally about to pay off.

Vixen glanced upwards. "What, I'm not allowed to admire a nice package when I see one?" The female's gaze drifted back down to the buck's equipment as she folded her arms across her chest, the tops of her tan-furred breasts visible above her towel wrap. "Y'know, females have needs too, honey."

Blitzen felt his cock twitch weakly at the compliment, his arousal no doubt aided by the nearly-nude doe standing in front of him. The male did his best not to stare at her legs as he imagined what lay hidden just above, a slip of the towel away from his eager eyes... "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the view," he answered. "Always happy to help a doe in need. Particularly one as attractive as yourself."

Vixen took a step forward, raising an eyebrow. "You got something in mind, stud?"

"Oh, I've got plenty of things in mind," he replied, moving a step closer himself. "Like getting you out of that towel, to start with."

"Ooh...well aren't we forward?" The doe licked her lips, taking another step so that she was now just inches away from the male. Casually she let a hand slip downwards, her fingers brushing through Blitzen's groinfur and running over his stirring cock before curling around his heavy balls and hefting their weight. "In that case, why don't you slip on over to my place in, say, ten minutes, and we'll have ourselves a bit of fun?"

Blitzen brought a hand to the female's waist, giving a gentle squeeze. "It's a date," he grinned.

"Excellent. I'll be waiting." Vixen pulled away, giving the buck's package a healthy smack as she did so. "And don't be late."

The male let out an 'oomph' of surprise. "Y-yes ma'am."

The doe smiled at him once more, and with that she turned to leave...letting the towel slip from her body as she disappeared down the hallway. Blitzen took a moment to admire the sway of her bare rump before she turned a corner and disappeared, leaving the male alone with his newly-stiff erection.

Score! thought the male. Not that he hadn't been expecting it -- hell, Vixen had been eying his crotch ever since he'd arrived -- but it was a relief to finally get the booty call he'd been waiting for. Hell, he hadn't been laid since he'd arrived at the North Pole, and that was over a month ago. In fact...

Blitzen glanced down at his groin, only to be greeted with seven proud inches of reindeer meat, throbbing in the open air. Impulse told him to jerk off now, while the image of the female's pert rumpcheeks was still fresh on his mind, and the male got as far as wrapping a paw around his thick shaft before he reconsidered. Sure, it'd feel great to just bust a nut here and now…but on the other hand, the whole team had spent the past week doing stamina training, and he wasn't about to lose out on a piece of tail that could keep going all night. Better not to waste a drop.

Reluctantly the male let go of his cock and went back to drying himself off, while images of a naked Vixen slinked their way through his imagination. When he was finished he wrapped the towel around his waist, not bothering to hide the obvious bulge in front, and with a grin stepped out of the locker room.

----------------

The door was unlocked when he got there, and the eager Blitzen opened it to find...a room full of black.

"...Vixen?" he asked cautiously. He took a step forward into the darkness, his paw groping along the wall for a light switch. "You here, babe?"

Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him, and before Blitzen even had time to react, there was a paw clamped tightly around his muzzle. Instinctively the buck lashed out, striking blindly at his attacker as his adrenaline spiked…but then he caught a whiff of the wet cloth pressed up against his nose. It smelled kind of...ooh. Kind of nice.

"Ow!" yelped a voice behind him -- a female voice. "Mmph, damnit -- that was right in the tit, you fucker."

Blitzen's mind was already hazy enough that her words passed him right by. What was that? Something about tits? Tits were always good.

"Anyway," the mysterious female grumbled, "you seem docile enough. Are you gonna play nice now?"

Blitzen stood there dumbly for another moment when suddenly there was someone else's bare skin pressed up against his back. The paw clamped around his muzzle trailed sensuously down to his chest, while at the same time another paw slid around his hip to...ooh. A quick tug let the towel around his waist fall to the floor, and then the male let out a quiet murmur as a few soft fingers wrapped around his length.

"That's it, relax," purred the female, giving the shaft in her hand a gentle squeeze. "Nothing's wrong. Not yet, anyway."

[Mythical Pain]

Sure, Poiu, tease us and then leave us waiting for the rest! Hehehe.

Great stuff so far. I get the feeling someone's going to have trouble delivering presents this year...

[poiu]

Aaaand here's the rest. If I had a little more time, I'd polish this up some more (it feels too similar to my last story...), but I'd rather have it done and posted on Christmas. So enjoy, and let me know what you think! (Oh, and Merry Christmas!)


In his drugged state, Blitzen was more than happy to go with the flow, his eyes half-lidded as his mystery assailant guided him towards a low metal platform in the middle of the room. Lazily, he turned his head, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever it was behind him. "Vuh...Vixen?"

"You got it, stud." The doe pressed herself up against the buck's muscled back, her head resting on his shoulder. "You ready to have some fun?"

Blitzen let out a chuckle that turned into a moan as the doe gave his cock a few slow strokes. "Y-yeah," he replied weakly, head swimming. "What are...where are we?"

"My room," lied the female, rolling her eyes. "Here, take a seat."

The buck was reluctant to move away from the nude doe, but gently Vixen turned him around and sat him down on the edge of the metal platform. It was only about a foot and a half off the ground, and Blitzen shivered at the chill of the metal surface against his bare rump.*"Then is this...your bed?" he asked curiously. He tried looking up at the female, but found that his eyes were unable to rise any higher than Vixen's hips.

The doe smirked down at the mesmerized male, delicately pushing down against his chest and guiding him to a reclined position. "Sure it is. Lie down and hold still, alright?"

Blitzen didn't resist, stretching out on the platform as Vixen took a seat beside him. As the female bent over him and pulled his wrists up above his head, he took a moment to*admire the healthy jiggle of her breasts, but he glanced upwards when he heard a quiet click.*"Handcuffs?" The buck*giggled. "You're...you're kinky."

Vixen chuckled in reply. "You don't know the half of it." Carefully she finished securing his wrists above his head, leaving enough slack to keep the male comfortable but ensuring he didn't have much room to wriggle. Then she slid down his body, making sure to secure his ankles as well.*Those legs could kick, after all, just as hard as her own two legs could.

Blitzen's erection had flagged a bit after the doe had ceased her stroking, but the sight of the female crouched down between his legs soon had him thick and throbbing once more. After hearing another click, however, the buck became curious.*"What are we...what are you gonna do?" he asked, idly wondering why Vixen's muzzle wasn't already wrapped around his length.

"Well, Blitzen," she replied, securing the lock around his other ankle and looking up, "we're going to do something very important. Do you remember the question you asked me at the party a few weeks back?"

The buck opened his mouth for a moment, then paused, then opened his mouth once more -- then paused again, frowning. "Uh...no."

"You asked me how the bucks keep their antlers through December." She smiled, reaching up between his legs and hefting his sac for a moment, rolling his plump spuds between her fingers. "Because normally, males lose their antlers by then -- you know, because of hormones."

"Mmgh...right." Blitzen didn't particularly care what the doe was saying, as long as she kept fondling his junk.*His cock twitched in anticipation of her soft touch, her wet tongue, her tight sex...

"Well, the way we save your antlers is by stopping the hormones. And they way we stop the hormones is with a bit of...physical therapy, I guess you could call it." Vixen smiled. "Which is why you're here."

"Mmm?" the buck said absently, clearly paying no attention.

Vixen just chuckled, watching the male's eyes trace up and down her athletic form. "I can see you're not following me, Blitzen." The female straightened up from her crouching position, letting his nuts slip from her fingers and stepping up between the buck's spread legs. "In that case, maybe I should demonstrate. It works like this."

The male watched in some confusion as the doe raised one leg, her toned calf hovering in the air for a short moment*before her hoof came thundering down squarely atop his ballsac.

The pain was so sharp and so sudden that it actually took Blitzen a moment to react -- but when he did, his entire body spasmed, his mouth opening in a shrill cry of agony. "My balls!" the buck squealed, all arousal and grogginess forgotten as his testicles were trampled underfoot. "G-get off! You're standing on my balls!"

"Yeah, that's the idea, dear." The nude Vixen smiled down at him, her weight continuing to bear down on the male's naked jewels, crushing them between her hoof and the cold metal platform. "The reason you lose your antlers is due to hormones -- testosterone, mostly. And one of my jobs here at the Pole is to stop that from happening, by whatever means necessary." She increased the pressure for a moment, feeling the twin orbs flatten, then reinflate as she let up a bit. "Which is why I get to spend a week ballbusting all the bucks on Santa's squad, making sure you'll still have a rack come Christmas Eve."

Blitzen felt pretty sure that there were several significant flaws in the doe's logic -- but with his spunk-makers squashed agonizingly flat and his voice rising in pitch, he was hardly in the position to make a coherent argument.*"Y-you can't do this!" he screeched, hips jerking wildly in an effort to dislodge his attacker.

"Oh, we can and we do." The doe grinned. "In fact, in the old days they used to just ******** the men entirely, but I've always preferred a more...hands-on approach. So you can thank me for that." She peered down at the two tortured spheres bulging outwards beneath just a fraction of her weight. "I mean, this method takes a little longer than just lopping 'em off, but I think it's more fun for everyone involved. Certainly for me. Speaking of which, it's time to turn up the pressure a bit..."*

Blitzen's body shook as the female shifted more of her weight forward onto his plump balls, the rubbery orbs flattening slowly beneath her hoof.* "My...my..." he gasped, unable to finish the thought.

"See?" Vixen said sweely, smiling down at the quivering male.* "It's not so bad, is it?* You just gotta let me bash these things up for a little while, and then you'll be all set."* Nonchalantly she stepped up on to the platform, taking her rear foot off the ground entirely and resting all of her weight on the buck's twin spunkmakers.* "We just gotta make sure the insides of your balls here are nice and liquified, y'know?"

An agonized moan began in the back of the reindeer's throat, slowly rising in pitch and volume until it was a full-on squeal.* Blitzen fought desperately to get free, seeking any escape from the horrible pressure on the most sensitive part of his anatomy, but it was no use -- the female just continued to grin down at him, her hoof digging unforgivingly into his buckhood. The male fought*just to stay conscious as the agony engulfed him, his tortured testicles now significantly distorted beneath the female's weight. His abdomen rippled in agony as his hefty spuds were turned against him, his source of strength suddenly turned into a source of pain.

At least Vixen seemed to be enjoying herself. The doe*adjusted her balance carefully, making sure her victim's orbs were unable to squirm to safety. Gently she bounced atop the two trapped testes, feeling the once-firm plums gradually become softer and squishier, until the poor spheres seemed ready to pop. Reluctantly she put her other foot down, taking some weight off of Blitzen's malehood.

"Alright, that oughta be just about enough." The female lifted her hoof, nudging the buck's swollen gonads and resisting the urge to deliver a playful kick. "Although...maybe one more stomp for good measure. What do you think?"

It took Blitzen a moment to gather the wits necessary to respond -- the pain radiating from his groin wiped out any other thoughts from his brain.* "N-no!" he choked desperately, gazing fearfully up at the nude doe grinning down at him.* The doe who'd seemed so sweet just a few minutes ago... "Please, no, no more--"

"Aww, come on -- don't be such a spoilsport. I thought everybody enjoyed a good holiday nutcracker." Vixen peered down at the male's battered sac. "Then again, it's not really your decision anyway, so..."

Blitzen let out something akin to a squawk as the doe slammed her foot down between his legs once more, pounding his gonads to the very edge of rupture.*Every ounce of instinct told the male to curl up into the fetal position, to clutch his aching pair in his hands -- anything to protect his balls from further abuse. His chest rippled with the effort, but his restraints held strong, leaving the buck fully exposed as his heavy nuts were flattened like pancakes.

Vixen knew the male was reaching her limits, though, and she stopped short of causing any more permanent harm. Once again the female lifted her foot away, leaving the buck gasping for breath, his*tenderized testicles resting on the cold metal table, the two round nuggets radiating waves of nausea through his body. She*watched the male shake for a moment before taking a seat beside him, brushing her fingers through his fur and tracing a path up along the reindeer's inner thigh until she reached her destination.* She hefted Blitzen's sack in one hand, examining his bruised fruit. "See? Once you crush 'em real good, they get nice and soft, and then you can do whatever you want. Easier to break 'em that way." The female gave his left plum a strong squeeze, earning a shrill cry from the male as his nut rearranged itself around her fingers. "It took me a couple of years to figure that out. You're lucky -- the process is a lot more efficient now."

"Oh god," Blitzen sobbed. It was all the male could do not to break down, to pass out or to panic.* He found himself caught between the physical horror of his abuse and the psychological horror of seeing his buckhood manipulated like putty in the doe's hands. He'd been so proud of his endowment before today, but now he was starting to reconsider.* To think, he'd believed that Vixen was leading him in here for a quick fuck -- now it seemed unlikely that he'd ever be able to bust a nut again.* Vixen'd probably bust 'em first.

"Anyway," the doe continued, probing Blitzen's right nut and earning another squeal in response, "I think we're mostly done here -- I don't wanna turn these things to mush, after all. Just gotta clear out the pipes and you'll be all set."

The buck was mostly incoherent by this point, or he might have actually enjoyed what came next. Vixen repositioned herself at the foot of the platform, kneeling between the male's legs to give herself easy access to his equipment. She wasted no time in getting to work, wrapping one hand around Blitzen's limp length, the other encircling his battered balls. Quickly she stroked his member, the pole thickening even as her light squeezes below earned more tortured moans from the buck. Years of practice had honed the female's skills, and soon the buck was throbbing in her grip, despite the agony still churning in his gut.

But just as the buck reached the point of no return,*his mangled marbles ready to surrender their load to the terrible female, she stopped. Even through the haze of pain and the lingering fog of being drugged, Blitzen let out a whine of want, his nuts aching for an entirely different reason as he teetered on the very edge of orgasm.

Vixen looked down at the male's twitching length with a mix of amusement and pity.*"Heh...sorry about this, stud, but I've really gotta make sure they're empty," she said, climbing to her feet once more. The female stepped forward, lifting one leg high into the air...then brought it down onto his spunk-makers with shattering force.

Blitzen kept his wits long enough to see the doe's calf splattered with the first blast of his seed before his eyes rolled back into his head and the room went dark for a second time.

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"Excuse me -- Vixen, dear? He's coming to."

"Ah, wonderful. I was wondering how long it'd take -- he took it pretty rough."

A giggle. "Don't they all?"

"Heh, true." A pause. "Actually, Mrs. C, would you mind stepping out for a minute? I'd like to talk to him one-on-one."

"Of course, dearie. I'll leave you two alone -- just call if you need anything."

"Will do."

For a long time, the only thing Blitzen had been able to hear was the sound of his own agonized moaning, but that sound was suddenly joined by the creak of a door opening. Hesitantly the male cracked one eye open, his gaze settling on a fine, feminine pair of hips.*In any other circumstance, he'd be thrilled to see a nice, curvy female on approach --*but the buck knew the swing of those hips far too well.

"Oh god, not you," croaked Blitzen, his head falling back and his eyes sliding shut again in resignation.

Vixen usually tried to leave her sadistic tendencies behind once the actual nut-cracking was over -- but despite herself, the doe had to grin.*Any other time of year, the bucks were the very picture of confidence...but here, lying naked in a hospital bed, his legs spread wide and his testicles swollen to the size of oranges, Blitzen was hardly an intimidating sight.

"I'm here to help, silly," replied the female, stepping closer to the buck. "Now come on, quit your whining." Gently Vixen lay her hand on Blitzen's shoulder, giving the strong muscle a reassuring squeeze.*"It was just a couple of stomps to the balls -- you'll be fine in a day or two. I mean, they're still in one piece, aren't they?"

The feminine touch made Blitzen shiver. "But they're ruined," groaned the male. Even now, his poor eggs felt like they had been scrambled from the inside out.

Vixen snorted in response. "Believe me, honey, if I wanted 'em ruined I could've pounded 'em into plum pudding. No, they still work -- or they will, anyway, given a month or two to heal. By the spring you'll be as horny as any other buck on the Pole. It's just a bit of birth control -- you'll shoot blanks for a little while, and then you'll be as good as ever. Santa has me do it to the males every year."

That news wasn't much consolation to Blitzen. The buck just groaned and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the terrible nausea radiating outwards from his groin.

"Anyway," continued Vixen, "you've got the day off, so rest up and feel better.*Tomorrow I want you back at practice -- I don't care how much it hurts to have those things bouncing between your legs." To emphasize her words she delivered a playful slap to the hefty orbs, hitting the buck's balls with an audible thwack. "Understood?"

Blitzen choked out a gasp at the unexpected blow, his hips jerking in pain before his knees drew inward and his hands moved to cover the traumatized orbs. "Oh god," he moaned, curling up into a ball. "Oh, my fucking balls..."

Vixen watching the male writhe for a moment, looking down with satisfaction on the thoroughly ballbusted male. "Glad we understand each other. I'll see you tomorrow, then." The female turned to exit, but*stopped at the door, taking one last look back at the newest reindeer on the team. She grinned. "Oh, and hey -- Merry Christmas, kid."

The buck just let out another agonized groan, clutching his broken balls in his fingers.

[Mythical Pain]

Aaaand here's the rest. If I had a little more time, I'd polish this up some more (it feels too similar to my last story...), but I'd rather have it done and posted on Christmas. So enjoy, and let me know what you think! (Oh, and Merry Christmas!)

Excellent work Poiu, love it! One of my new favorites from you. Probably cause I"m more partial to bucks/does then pokemon and such as far as my own preferences for furry species go.

Now I can't help but think she must have had a LOT of fun with poor, little rudolph...Lol.

[poiu]

Excellent work Poiu, love it! One of my new favorites from you. Probably cause I"m more partial to bucks/does then pokemon and such as far as my own preferences for furry species go.

Now I can't help but think she must have had a LOT of fun with poor, little rudolph...Lol.

Heh, yeah -- I've posted plenty of stories to the furry ballbusting thread, but I believe this is the first one where the main characters have actual fur. I try to vary up my species when I can, but it's tough, since I like to write longer series.

Also: originally the victim of this story was Rudolph, but I couldn't figure out a good way to incorporate his red nose into the story, and it felt odd to leave it out entirely. Luckily one pair of buck balls is as good as another, so I slipped in Blitzen as a substitute :P

[Snoodle]

Heh, yeah -- I've posted plenty of stories to the furry ballbusting thread, but I believe this is the first one where the main characters have actual fur. I try to vary up my species when I can, but it's tough, since I like to write longer series.

Also: originally the victim of this story was Rudolph, but I couldn't figure out a good way to incorporate his red nose into the story, and it felt odd to leave it out entirely. Luckily one pair of buck balls is as good as another, so I slipped in Blitzen as a substitute :P

Rudolph the red balled reindeer?

[Palin123]

Well, I found something on FA (but i downloaded it from SoFurry because FA converts the pictures in crappy JPEG):
http://img684.imageshack.us/f/askainpainfertig.png/ It's not real ball busting, but I thing it's possible :P

Link to crappy FA (to say thanks to the artist or whatever):
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4996438

[poiu]

It's a little barebones in places, and I'm sure there are still some bugs to be discovered, but:

Registration for the Underground League is now open! (http://underground.heroku.com)

I'll make a new forum thread about this later, but for now, just go explore the site :P Feel free to ask any questions, and please report any problems. Besides that, have fun!

[bthauronite]

Might I suggest a "make her cream" button for when fighting girls? And a "Go for the tits"?

[Snoodle]

It's a little barebones in places, and I'm sure there are still some bugs to be discovered, but:

Registration for the Underground League is now open! (http://underground.heroku.com)

I'll make a new forum thread about this later, but for now, just go explore the site :P Feel free to ask any questions, and please report any problems. Besides that, have fun!

Going to be busy for WEEKS.

[poiu]

Might I suggest a "make her cream" button for when fighting girls? And a "Go for the tits"?

Was already planning on something like that -- a basic version is up now.


Going to be busy for WEEKS.

Haha, glad to hear it :P

[bthauronite]

Is there any way to friend a person, so that their private characters are available to each other? Would that bypass the "they need to stay private" rule? Then, for instance, Snoodle could have people bust her characters while she's offline. :jumpsmile

[Snoodle]

Is there any way to friend a person, so that their private characters are available to each other? Would that bypass the "they need to stay private" rule? Then, for instance, Snoodle could have people bust her characters while she's offline. :jumpsmile

"Ok, let's log in and see what OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN *********." :Baahaha:

[Xelnaga]

"Ok, let's log in and see what OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN *********." :Baahaha:

And you weren't there to see it!

[poiu]

Heh, it's an interesting idea, but unfortunately I won't be adding any sort of friend/social capabilities. I'm on free, limited web hosting, and the server+database just don't have the capacity to handle that sort of thing on top of everything else I'm trying to do.

(Also, character-sharing would sidestep the privacy rule in a way that makes me a little uncomfortable. I'm really hoping this thing won't just turn into a personals board.)

[drkwolf222]

For your story .. i love the story and the explanation on why tehy keep there antlers ... If you wanted to use rudolf .. there is a very fun way to add in his glowling ability i found a pic once of rudolf .. and not only does his Nose glow .. But another part of his anatomy also got big and red and lite the way through the night .. i think that would be fun and you can even talk about how the light fades in and out as he gets excited and in pain ..

[bthauronite]

Heh, it's an interesting idea, but unfortunately I won't be adding any sort of friend/social capabilities. I'm on free, limited web hosting, and the server+database just don't have the capacity to handle that sort of thing on top of everything else I'm trying to do.

(Also, character-sharing would sidestep the privacy rule in a way that makes me a little uncomfortable. I'm really hoping this thing won't just turn into a personals board.)

I didn't mean to imply that, and I am sorry for the miscommunication. I just wish the privacy rule didn't have to apply at all. :(

[poiu]

I didn't mean to imply that, and I am sorry for the miscommunication. I just wish the privacy rule didn't have to apply at all. :(

Oh, I know you didn't mean it that way, but there have been a few people who have started trying to use it just like that. It's a little disappointing to see, but I should have expected it :P

And yeah, the privacy rule is tough, but I'm trying to maximize the site's chances for survival, given that it's running on free web space and could probably be taken down with a single complaint. As far as I can tell, I'm not doing anything wrong yet, and I plan to keep it that way.

[poiu]

So. Dragon Slaying.

Y'know, I really wanted to post this final chapter all at once (i.e. as one chapter), but I reached a point a few days ago where the first half was basically done and polished, and I realized that the last bit of Dragon Slaying was posted over 7 months ago, and I decided I really oughta just post what I have and finish the rest when I can. (Also, posting my last story in two halves seemed to help provide the motivation to actually finish it. I doubt it'll be quite as effective for this piece, but maybe.)

So. This is only the first half of the final chapter.

I'll warn you all in advance: I know I've been cockteasing y'all leading up to the main event, and this chapter is still building up towards a crazy ballbusting finale. Still, it's full of verbal threats and dragon sex, and it contains a major plot point that might help explain how the series has managed to carry on for this long. I hope it's an enjoyable read, even if the actual finale ends up delayed for another seven months.

Now without further ado, enjoy! I promise, just one more chapter to go after this... (For those who need a refresher, previous chapters can be found here (http://furryballbusting.blogspot.com/2010/06/dragon-slaying-12-home-is-where-hurt-is.html).)


So this was what it had come to: a trio of females who literally had me by the balls. My eyes flicked back and forth between the three women, my mind still searching desperately for some last-minute escape plan, but realistically I knew that I was trapped: trussed up, bound to the floor, helpless to defend myself. Even if I could have escaped my chains, it would have been a lopsided fight, given the two inviting targets that hung between my legs. There was no use trying to run -- I had to play their little game. I had to choose a girl.

And if I had to choose just one…well, that was a trickier question than it might have seemed. Sure, Opal was the logical choice -- the little frog just wanted to make me blow a few loads and then leave me be. But that just meant that Kayla would be back sometime later, probably with more of her orca friends in tow, hell-bent on popping both of my plums. I was damn sure that I didn't want that.

So if picking Kayla was out of the question, and picking Opal was risky for the same reasons, then that left one logical choice. Well, maybe "logical" wasn't quite the word for it -- after all, it still involved losing a nut -- but better losing just one than losing the full pair, right? I'd rather be half a man than not a man at all.*

Or maybe I was simply justifying the choice I had already made. As difficult as the decision was on the surface, my subconscious certainly knew what it wanted, if the ever-persistent throbbing of my cock was any indication. All three girls were worthy of my wet dreams, but there was only one female who drove my libido through the roof, who made my balls ache with need every time I looked at her. It maybe wasn't the most logical decision, or the healthiest, but after all the hell I'd been through it was worth a shot. My luck had to change sometime, right?

Otherwise, she was going to be the death of me…or the death of my potential children, at least.

Resignedly I raised my head and looked down between my legs, glancing briefly at my dragonhood before turning my gaze upwards to face my three captors. There was no sense prolonging the inevitable, so I opened my mouth and spoke, crossing my fingers and hoping this wasn't the worst decision I had ever made:

"Lia. I pick Lia."

The dragoness let out a short squeal of joy, raising her arms in triumph. "OhmygodYES!* I just knew you'd pick me! Oh, this is so wonderful -- I promise you won't regret it."

I wasn't so sure of that, but I decided to keep it to myself. "Mmph. And, uh, you two…" I looked up nervously at the other two girls. "You two are okay with this, right?"

Kayla grumbled her disapproval, but nodded. "I'm a woman of my word. We're still not finished, drake, but I can respect your decision for now."

Opal was frowning, too, but the little frog didn't seem totally crushed. "Yeah, it's fine. I mean, as long as she leaves you at least one, it shouldn't be that big a problem -- you'll still produce plenty of what I need."

"Good," the dragoness replied, relief in her voice. "I'm glad you girls are okay with this. Because seriously, I cannot tell you how excited I am. This is going to be so much fun!"

"Uh, Lia--"

The female turned her attention back towards me, a huge smile plastered across her face. "Oh, I was going to ask you, P'oiu -- is there a particular way you want me to pop your ball? I've been trying to decide myself, but I'm not sure whether you prefer kicking or squeezing or--"

"Actually," I interrupted, wincing at the female's enthusiasm, "before we do anything like that, I was hoping I could ask for one more thing."

"You know, you're not really in a position to bargain," pointed out Kayla, prodding one of my heavy balls with a bare toe.

I swallowed nervously, remembering the damage that the orca's legs had done in the past. "I'm…quite aware of that. But please, at least hear me out."

"Oh." Lia paused. "Well…sure, I don't see why not."

I had half-expected Lia to start pounding away as soon as I picked her -- hell, the way she was eying my sac still made me feel less than comfortable -- but it appeared that she was willing to listen for now. "Well, you see," I began, trying not to sound too pathetic, "it's just…I'm still not sure how I feel about this whole nut-popping ceremony of yours. I know it's important to you, but I…I'm not sure it's really necessary, especially for a green dragon like me."

"Oh come on, you big baby, it's only one nut." Lia folded her arms across her breasts. "Besides, think about what comes afterwards -- once I pop one, you and I finally get to fuck each others' brains out. That'll be worth it, right?"

My member gave a faint twitch at the female's words, my eyes automatically drawn down towards her slit, but I ****** myself to maintain focus. "See, that's the kind of thing I mean. Suppose you don't, uh…'succeed' at the ceremony. What happens then?"

"You mean if I can't burst one?" Lia thought for a moment. "Well, technically we still wouldn't be mates, so I guess we'd just have to keep trying or give up. But don't you worry, I'm pretty sure I can pop one. I've been thinking about it, and worst case, if I really bit down on one--"

"--but if you don't succeed," I interjected, cutting the dragoness off before she could get any more graphic, "then we're not mates, correct?"

"Correct," she nodded.

"So I just end up alone with bruised balls? Without a mate?"

Lia bit her lip. "Well…I could maybe take you to the council of elders back north and see if they'd let us be mates anyway, but yeah, that's basically right."

"That's what I thought." I let out a long sigh. "Do you see my problem? We've tried this before, and it didn't work, so why is this time any different? You're just going to spend an hour stomping on my junk, and as a reward I get…what? Nothing? That just doesn't seem fair to me."

"So…what do you propose, then?" asked the dragoness, sitting down on the patch of floor beside me. "Because I'll tell you right now: I'm not going to skip the nut-popping ceremony. It's too important."

"I figured you wouldn't…" I tossed my head back with a groan. "If that's what you have to do, then I guess I don't have a choice, but I just…I wish I could get some fucking relief, at least, before you start crushing my balls again. You've been teasing me and busting me nonstop ever since we met, and that whole time I've only been able to cum once. And even then, you were kneeing me in the crotch while I came."

There was a hint of a smile on Lia's face. "Yes, I remember."

"Do you understand, then? For god's sake, I'm a dragon -- I have needs. I just want a few minutes alone with a box of tissues. Is that so wrong?"

"Tell you what," the dragoness cooed, scooting closer to me. She let her hand rest on my thigh, her fingers lazily tracing their way upwards towards my groin. "You've been aching for me to get you off for quite a while now, right?"

"Uh…" Understatement of the century -- even now, the thought made my cock twitch. "Yeah."

"And I know those blue balls of yours are about ready to burst," she continued, her claws coming up to cradle the swollen orbs, "unless you get some relief, fast."

Again, understatement of the century. "Y-yeah," I said, fighting back a moan as she rolled the heavy spheres between her fingers. It felt like there were gallons of spunk stored up in there...

"Well, in that case I'm willing to make you an offer." Lia looked up at me, her hand drifting further northward to curl around my now-throbbing length. "If you let me do this, I'll give you a nice, slow handjob right now, whether I end up bursting your ball or not. What do you think?"

Oh god. I'd thought maybe I could resist the female and her ball-breaking charms, but the sensation of the dragoness's fingers wrapped around my straining shaft was quickly destroying the little resolve I had left. My nuts had given me nothing but trouble for weeks now -- how much did I really need them both, anyway? "N-no funny business?" I asked, my hips already starting to buck of their own accord.

The female grinned. "I promise, no nut-bashing until you've blown your load."

My head rolled back with a groan as she gave my length a firm squeeze, my dragonhood beginning to drool a thin stream of pre in response to her teasing strokes. Already I could feel the ache in my gonads beginning to fade, all those pent-up sperm sensing that they might finally see some release. Still, I wasn't going to give up quite that easily. I ****** my gaze back down, locking eyes with the dragoness. "A--…Anal," I stuttered. "Make it anal and it's a deal."

Lia's expression darkened a bit, and her hand slid lower to encircle my scaly sac. "Don't get greedy," she grumbled, a warning in her voice as her grip tightened around the sensitive pair. "I'll make it a blowjob, but that's it."

I inhaled sharply as she bore down on my trapped testes, all too familiar with the damage those claws could do to my aching jewels. I didn't want to get her angry…but on the other hand, she would soon be trying to pop one of my plums whether she was angry or not. And since this might be my only chance… "A titfuck," I gasped, trying to ignore the pangs of agony shooting through my gut.

The female raised an eyeridge, but let go of my dragonmakers. "Fine," she agreed, her hand sliding upwards again to give my cock a friendly squeeze. "I'll give you a titfuck, and then you'll let the three of us girls try to flatten one of your spuds. Deal?"

The way she said it so matter-of-factly sent a shiver down my spine. Was it really that easy? I got to blow a load, and they got to reduce me to half a dragon? Still, I had to admit it was better than being blue-balled for another week, or waiting for some other crazy bitch to come and try to grind both my jewels into jelly. Maybe getting out with one intact wasn't such a bad deal after all -- especially if it meant I could finally tap that dragoness ass I'd been chasing forever.

I gave one last look down at my sac and then let out a long sigh. "…Alright," I said resignedly. "I'll do it."

"What was that?"

"I said I'll do it," I repeated, louder this time.

Lia shook her head. "No no, I want to hear you say the whole thing. Just so we're all clear."

I blinked. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I gave the dragoness the best pleading look that I could, but she just stared back at me expectantly, waiting for me to finish. Bitch. I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. A part of me still couldn't believe that I was doing this, but oh well -- there was no use turning back now. "Lia, if you give me a titfuck, I'll let you and the others…I'll let you all…uh…"

All three of the girls were leaning in towards me, waiting for me to finish. "Yes?" said Lia sweetly, smiling the widest smile I'd ever seen.

I swallowed, my throat dry. I couldn't look Lia in the eye as I said it -- instead my eyes fell from her face to her chest, the two bouncy orbs that I was receiving in exchange for one of my own. I just prayed it was all worth it. "I'll let you…pop one of my testicles," I finished, wincing as I guaranteed my own emasculation.

Lia gave a happy little squeal in response and bent down to give me a peck on the cheek. "Now that's more like it." She grinned. "Y'know, I've heard plenty of guys claim that they'd give their left nut to fuck me, but you're the first one who's actually lived up to it. I'm looking forward to this."

"I'm glad one of us is," I groaned.

The dragoness pouted. "Aww, come on, don't be like that. Besides, don't tell me you don't like these."

I went cross-eyed at the fine pair of tits that was suddenly shoved up against my muzzle, but they were only there for a moment before Lia began scooting down my torso, positioning herself for the task at hand. I couldn't help but moan as my cock rubbed up against her stomach for a moment, the throbbing length pressed between my body and hers, so close to that tight, wet slit -- but the moment quickly passed, leaving me dry-humping the air.

Not for long, though. A hot shiver ran up my spine as the red dragoness positioned herself between my legs, propping herself on her elbows. As I watched, the female took a moment to make herself comfortable, sandwiching my member between her supple breasts and grinning down at her prize with an almost predatory look.

She only had that look for a second,*but in that second I*had a powerful moment of deja vu -- remembering the first time I'd seen the dragoness crouched between my legs, with the same hungry look in her eyes, ready to swallow my length. The first time we'd met. It seemed forever ago, after all the madness I'd been through and all the hours I'd spent curled in the fetal position...but in reality, it had hardly been a week. Hell, it had only been two weeks since Kayla had walked into my cave and given me my first real nutbusting. Such a short time...and yet, I honestly couldn't remember any more what it was like to have balls that weren't bruised and blue. Maybe once Lia and I were mates, things would finally return to normal, and I'd never have to deal with such gut-wrenching agony again. Maybe...

But any other conscious thought of mine was cut short as Lia dove upon my cock, wrapping her lips around the thigh length and gulping it down. My eyes rolled back into my head with a moan as she rapidly swallowed inch after inch, sliding her tongue along the sensitive shaft as it disappeared down her throat. Instinctively I bucked my hips, but my restraints limited my movement, and Lia pushed down firmly on my waist, making sure that she could move at her own pace. There really wasn't much I could do except to groan incoherently and stare down at the gorgeous female sucking me off.

And god, was she fun to watch. The dragoness obviously took pride in her work, and she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, judging from the intensity with which she attended to my aching member. I watched transfixed as my dragonhood slid between her lips, in and out, the female swallowing me to the hilt for a moment, then pulling back to suckle at just the head, the rest of my rod glistening with her spit and surrounded by the warm flesh of her breasts. I could feel myself melting into the ground as Lia slaved over my pride, licking up one side and swirling her tongue around the tip before teasing her way back down the underside of my shaft. At one point, she even dared to go lower, nuzzling at my scaly sac, then gently sucking on each of my cum-swollen balls, rolling each orb in her mouth for a moment before letting it slip free once again.

In hindsight, I realize Lia probably had some rather interesting thoughts on her mind -- like how for one of my balls, this was the last time*she'd ever suck on the swollen orb before pounding it into paste --*but at the time, the thought of my imminent ballbusting was the very last thing on my mind. Lia was my entire world as she lay there, bobbing her head up and down on my member, flooding my body with impossible waves of pleasure and slowly working me towards an earth-shaking climax.*When she came up for air for a moment, she was grinning, a thin line of saliva running from her lips to the twitching, throbbing cock between her breasts. She shot a seductive smile my way, then looked to the side. "Hey girls," she called out, "enjoying the show?"

In my lust-induced stupor, I had sort of forgotten that there was anyone else in the room (or for that matter, anyone else in the universe). I glanced to my right to find the other two females, one still as composed as ever, the other...a little less so.

"Haah." Kayla was leaned up against the wall, one hand kneading at her chest, the other pistoning furiously between her legs. "Fuck, Lia, I'm not even a guy and I'm turned on. Mmnh!" The orca's eyes slid shut as she leaned back further, her mouth half-open in a panting grin.

Opal's reaction wasn't nearly so pornographic, but she still was blushing hotly, and her*sari definitely looked a bit...disheveled. "Y-Yes," the frog stuttered, fidgeting nervously, "you're, uh...you're obviously quite good at what you do."

"Thanks." The dragoness smiled. "I'm certainly enjoying myself -- aren't you, P'oiu?"

I tried to put together an intelligent response, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a throaty moan. My toeclaws scratched lines into the floor as the female ran her tongue up the underside of my member, earning a short spurt of pre for her efforts.

Lia chuckled, watching my body writhe pleasurably in response. "Yeah, I thought so. Well then, I suppose we can drag this out for another minute or two."

And just like that, the dragoness picked up where she had left off, sucking and slurping at the pole between my legs. Once again, I felt all conscious thought melt away, my entire world reduced to the sexy female whose tongue was currently dancing around my shaft. I couldn't imagine anything better, and so I happily just lay there, moaning my lust as I was serviced by the girl of my dreams.

But of course, all good things must come to an end.*I gladly would have spent forever with Lia slaving over my cock, and*I wish I could have held out at least a little longer, but after all the cockteasing I'd endured, there was no holding myself back. I watched as the dragoness worked her way down my length one more time, working feverishly to swallow every last inch.*I knew that the moment she reached the base, I was going to blow my load --*and sure enough, as soon as she did, I came like a geyser.

To her credit, Lia swallowed down the first shot, which erupted with so much force I'm surprised she didn't have a coughing fit. As it was, her eyes went wide and she immediately came up on my shaft, the thick length slipping from her lips with a wet pop*just as another rope of seed fired over her shoulder. The female squeezed her breasts tightly around the twitching length as it spewed a seemingly endless torrent of spunk, coating pretty much everything in the area with a layer of dragonseed, my balls unleashing their genetic gift in copious amounts. After a moment Lia grabbed my twitching rod in one hand and gave it a few rapid strokes, my shaft as stiff as an iron bar in the dragoness's grip.*And me? I just babbled like a maniac, my entire body twitching as I exploded for only the second time all week, my balls emptying themselves until finally my cock slumped exhaustedly between the female's tits.

Lia watched my member twitch and throb for a few more moments, spitting out a few last strings of seed that dribbled down onto her rack. "Well that didn't take long," she said with a smirk, reaching up to wipe a strand of spunk from her face. "Guess I've still got it, huh?"

"Oh god, yes."*I happily murmured my agreement, my eyes half-lidded as I basked in a well-deserved afterglow. I could tell the whole area around me was now a cum-splattered mess, and I knew I was just minutes away from more horrible ballpain, but damned if I cared. Man,*that orgasm had been a long time coming -- and holy fuck*did Lia know how to please a guy.

"Wow." Apparently I had even caught Opal in the spray, as the frog was currently standing in a small puddle of the stuff, her sari soaked with my seed. The female didn't seem upset, though...in fact, quite the opposite. "Uh...P'oiu, I don't think I've ever seen you cum so much," she said, chuckling. "There's enough here for a hundred potions, easy. "

"Glad to hear it," I replied, panting. "That...that oughta make up for the week I was gone, right?" Man, I was a fucking stud. Not even Lia's constant ball-bashing could stop my spuds from churning it out.

"Yeah, and then some." Carefully she peeled the wet cloth of her wrap away from her shoulder. "I mean, I think my clothes are completely ruined, but I don't even care. That was incredible."

"Y'know, I'm curious -- what exactly do you use his spunk for, anyway?" Lia looked over as the smaller female began to disrobe, unwinding the cum-soaked strip from her body.*"I mean, besides bathing in the stuff."

Opal blushed, brushing a thick glob of my seed from her bare thigh. She watched the gooey spunk drip from her fingers for a moment before she continued her undressing. "Well, it's got really strong medicinal properties -- healing, strengthening, regeneration. Most of it I use for my own potions, but I also resell some of it to other potion makers. Dragons like him are pretty rare nowadays, so people are willing to pay quite a bit for a jar or two."

I had to admit,*I was curious too -- I'd never asked Opal much about her work. Of course, I was also quite interested to see her nude again, and if I kept her talking, she'd probably feel more comfortable stripping down...

"Is it really that great?" I asked, my length giving a post-orgasmic twitch*as I caught a glimpse of the frog's round rear. "People will pay that much for dragon sperm?"

"Green dragon sperm, yeah." Opal turned to glance back in my direction...giving me a wonderful view of her topless chest in the process. Good god, that girl was stacked. "Like I said, it's really powerful stuff...I mean, your spunk is the whole reason your body's so indestructible."

I blinked, ******* my eyes up from her generous rack. "Uh...what do you mean?"

"You know: your toughness, your regeneration, all that stuff." The female saw my look of incomprehension and stopped.*"You...you do know that stuff, right?"

"Um...no. Should I?"

"Seriously?" Opal let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head. "For god's sake, P'oiu -- why did you think I was coming by every week to harvest your seed?"

I'd never really considered that question, to be honest -- I was just happy to have a sexy female who wanted to watch me jerk it every week or two. I'd never thought about what was in it for her. "Uh...I guess I just assumed you enjoyed the experience?

Opal rolled her eyes, but smiled a bit. "Well...I do enjoy it, P'oiu, but that's not what keeps my business going. Didn't anybody ever teach you about dragon biology? I mean, I know it's not a common subject in general, but I just assumed that since you were*one--"

"Cut to the chase, short stuff." Kayla had apparently recovered from her solo session and walked over to join the other girls, her arms folded across her bare breasts. "Give us the abridged version -- what's so special about him?"

"Mmm," echoed Lia, a genuine look of curiosity on her face. A shiver passed through my body as the dragoness shifted to a seated position, my cock slipping from between her breasts to lie against my stomach.

"Well, it's not terribly complicated," answered Opal. The little frog -- now just as nude as the rest of us -- hopped up and took a seat on Lia's lap, looking down at my scaly sac. "Like I said, his spunk has really strong healing properties, and that has an effect on his whole body. It makes him a lot more resistant to injury, and even if he did get injured somehow, it'd heal really fast. In order to provide that kind of protection, though, his body has to constantly make more of the stuff.*That's one of the reasons southern dragons like him are so damn horny all the time -- their balls are constantly producing spunk in order to protect their bodies. In fact, when a male is attacked, his testicles actually start churning out even more sperm than usual...which, uh, probably has something to do with why you just came so hard, P'oiu."

Kayla laughed. "Wait -- are you trying to tell me that dragon-boy here has magical gonads or something?"

Opal blushed hotly. "It sounds kind of ridiculous when you put it that way, but...yeah, basically. It doesn't make him invulnerable to pain, obviously, but it does make him very resistant to any serious damage." The female glanced down at my junk again. "Honestly, P'oiu, that's probably the only reason your balls are still intact right now, after having them squashed flat so many times. Pretty much any other guy would just have a sac full of mush at this point."

I cringed at that thought -- and at the larger implications of what she was saying. "So...basically the reason I'm so indestructible is because of my balls, yes?"

The frog nodded. "Yes."

"Because my balls are full of some sort of magical spunk."

"Yep."

I let out an aggravated sigh. "Then why the hell is it so goddamn painful whenever some chick kicks me in the nuts?"

Opal managed to keep a straight face, but I could see both Lia and Kayla grinning at my question. "Well," the frog answered, "that's just how it is, I guess. Your healing powers won't do anything to stop the pain, but at least they'll make sure that you stay in one piece. That's something, right?"

Well wasn't that just terribly convenient -- no wonder I made such a convenient punching bag for every female I met. I got to experience all the terrible agony of getting my balls blasted with none of the actual danger. And of course, that also explained why a certain female had failed thus far in turning my gonads into goo...

Lia seemed to be thinking the same thing.*"So...does that mean that they can't pop, then?" the dragoness asked, an obvious hint of disappointment in her voice. "I assumed I just wasn't trying hard enough before, but if they're really that indestructible..."

"I don't know, to be honest." The frog frowned. "I mean, they're not totally unbreakable, just...hard to crack. You have to realize, though, it'd be incredibly difficult -- they're probably the most well-protected part of his body."

"'Well-protected'?" I echoed, thinking of all the times I'd been floored by a kick to the groin. "Really?"

Opal smiled. "Well, maybe not the most well-protected, but certainly the most durable. I mean, that's where your spunk is made, and if you've only come twice in the past week, then your balls are probably full of the stuff."

"Even after that?" asked Lia. The ruby-colored dragoness glanced down at herself, her tits still splattered with my seed -- not to mention the pool of spunk that was now forming on the stone floor. "I assumed that was all of it."

The smaller female chuckled. "You're good, Lia, but you're not that good. Trust me, if I know P'oiu, there's more where that came from -- and there's no way you'll be able to pop a testicle while he's still pent up."

"What if he wasn't pent up, then?" chimed in Kayla. "What if you emptied his balls first, and then tried to pop one?"

"Huh...that's a good question." Opal thought for a moment. "It would definitely make things easier...like I said, his spunk is the only reason his nuts are still intact right now. If you could make him cum a few more times, it'd certainly improve your chances."

It felt more than a little odd to be listening to the three females as they discussed the logistics of bursting my ball...particularly Opal, who had been arguing to save both my spuds until just a few minutes ago. Lia's oral talents had done a lot to distract me from what lay ahead, but now I found that familiar sinking feeling returning to my gut.*I tried to distract myself by focusing on the array of fine female bodies around me: firm tits and asses, bared hips and thighs...

"Really?!" Lia suddenly sounded a lot more hopeful, the female perking up at Opal's latest comment. "You think there's a chance, then?"

The little female nodded. "Yeah, I think. As long as you can get him to blow his load again."

The dragoness frowned a bit at that suggestion. "Well I mean, I could, but...even what we did just now was a pretty big stretch of the rules. I don't know how things work down here in the south, but in the north a*dragoness isn't supposed to make her man cum until they're mated."

"Well then, maybe Opal can do it." Kayla grinned over at the frog.*"You're a spunky girl, right? Maybe you can make him blow one more time while he's still all there?"

Opal blushed, but didn't reject the idea. "T-that's true, I could. I mean, it's not like I haven't done it before..."

"Great! Then Lia and I can bash up his nut, and P'oiu here will end up with one less testicle." The orca smirked, planting a hand on her hip. "What are we waiting for? Let's get this show on the road!"

However, Opal still had something on her mind. "Actually, wait..."*The frog glanced up at Lia. "You're only popping one, right?"

"Just one," the dragoness confirmed.

"Definitely*just one," I repeated, wincing.

"Huh." Opal frowned. "Well...I'm not sure how it'll work if you leave him one gonad. I mean, his good nut will keep trying to heal his other nut, no matter how hard you try to pop it. You might just not be able to do enough damage.*I know this mating ceremony is important to you, but you should probably keep that in mind."

"Mmm." Lia looked down at me, her brow furrowed in though. "Well, it still sounds like the best option we've got. It's worth a try, right?"

"Agreed." Kayla took a few steps closer, looking at my hefty sac and then glancing down at her own bare legs. The orca drummed her toes against the ground.*"I wanna see one of these suckers pop!"

Opal nodded her agreement. "As long as you both understand that this whole thing is just an educated guess. I could be completely wrong.*It's not like there's a lot of research on ruptured dragon testicles -- this is kind of a first."*The female blushed. "I'm pretty curious to find out what happens, honestly. This should be kinda fun."

"So wait, you want*to pop one now?" Kayla grinned. "Had a change of heart or something? I thought you didn't want us to damage your big ol' spunk machine."


"Well, I mean…if you're going to do it anyway, I have always wanted to see one of P'oiu's nuts pop." The frog was blushing fiercely now. "Y'know, for…for research, not because it turns me on. I mean, not that it does*turn me on--"

Again, I tried to ignore the terrible sinking feeling in my stomach. Tits and asses, hips and thighs...

Kayla chuckled. "Whatever you say, babe. Lia, are we gonna do this?"

The dragoness paused for a long moment, first looking down at my sac, then raising her gaze to meet my eyes, then looking back down at my ballbag once more. Her look grew firm. "Let's do it," Lia confirmed, nodding her head.

[Snoodle]

Poiu, you're a genius. :Baahaha:

[Mythical Pain]

Like I said on the other site, great as usual Poiu! Looking forward to the last of it, and I hope the poor dragon ends up happy with his choices, hehe.

[vaultation]

i like those up there =D

[samuelbbbb]

nice knee

http://img212.imagevenue.com/loc776/th_02308_genus0717tg5_123_776lo.jpg (http://img212.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=02308_genus0717tg5_123_776lo.jpg)

[Davis]

nice knee

http://img212.imagevenue.com/loc776/th_02308_genus0717tg5_123_776lo.jpg (http://img212.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=02308_genus0717tg5_123_776lo.jpg)


Do you know where the rest of this comic is?

[SagaDC]

I want to say that page is from an issue of Genus, maybe five or six years old. It's an adult-oriented Furry comic that comes out on an irregular basis.

[SagaDC]

The thread has gone a week or three without updates, so here are some new drawings from James Corck. A Fur Affinity account with the mature filter turned off is required.

Fanart. BallBusting. Joanna's squeezy paws by James_Corck -- Fur Affinity [dot] net (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5023317/)

Fanart. Freya Ballbusting Riverdance by James_Corck -- Fur Affinity [dot] net (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5009236/)

Fanart. Even more Freya ballbusting Riverdance by James_Corck -- Fur Affinity [dot] net (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5014152/)

Fanart. Rule 63. Joanna Talbain's menacing Paws by James_Corck -- Fur Affinity [dot] net (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5018933/)

[SagaDC]

A few others floating around on Fur Affinity.

Love Hurts by sarcasticmarten -- Fur Affinity [dot] net (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5139993/)

Dragon Lady: Rough Justice [sketch] by Dharken -- Fur Affinity [dot] net (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4352572/)

[OneBadMamaJama]

Holy frijoles. Excellent little collection!!

[SagaDC]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5216342/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4213142/

The second one is on Nikyuku's page. He has a few other similar pictures in his gallery, but they get a little graphic.

[Mythical Pain]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5216342/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4213142/

The second one is on Nikyuku's page. He has a few other similar pictures in his gallery, but they get a little graphic.

Any chance of a repost here so us Non-FA folks can see? hehe.