Furry Ballbusting

[Mythical Pain]

Anyone got any updates or anything lately? I got a few more stories I'm working on, hopefully to post soon. Got a little side story of a modern day vixen showing her older brother why it's a bad idea to pick on her, lol.

[SagaDC]

It's been quiet here, lately, so I've only been checking the board once every week or so. Still trying to throw things up every once in a while, as I find them.

http://nocturnalwhitewolf.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d398xmc

[Fallen Arts]

Hello Everyone! I'm brand new here and since I figure this is where I will spend my time when I am logged onto this site, I wanted to say, "Hello everyone!" Thanks for having me.

[Fallen Arts]

Not sure if this Pokemon image has been shown here already. It's not exactly ball-busting but I think impending ********** still fits the theme. http://img.booru.org/r34//images/468/dc0865c200484a5b6215b8bd8c0ef4c5a38748da.jpg?46704 9

[Mythical Pain]

It's been quiet here, lately, so I've only been checking the board once every week or so. Still trying to throw things up every once in a while, as I find them.

http://nocturnalwhitewolf.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d398xmc

Nice! Lol someone made crushed hedgehog jam I think.

[Fallen Arts]

Here's a nice find. Contains **********.

http://img.booru.org/r34//images/659/653c3d24543457854e5c84af47160c923e3627be.jpg?65870 2

[SagaDC]

So, people apparently hate Sonic's testicles:
Down with the 4th wall 11 by ~JapantheCougar (http://basedball.deviantart.com/favourites/?offset=96#/d3039gr)
'Tickle Fight' by *4everbacon (http://basedball.deviantart.com/favourites/?offset=0#/d2m7ipx)
Nut Cracker by ~Amuzoreh (http://browse.deviantart.com/?order=5&q=nads#/d39pxjg)

And then an unrelated one:
7 deadly sins LUST by ~greasysalvador (http://basedball.deviantart.com/favourites/?offset=24#/d3agb6z)

All pictures copyrighted to their respective owners, etcetera.

[Nikukyu-Ijime]

I made furry ballbusting game "nik's ski"
Flash mini ski game.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5361520

[Fallen Arts]

I made furry ballbusting game "nik's ski"
Flash mini ski game.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5361520

Very nice. I laughed so hard, that jump sound effect completely disguises what happens if you fail to press it! :Baahaha:

[Fallen Arts]

I made a new pokemon based image that you may like. Poiu is responsible for this, even though he may not know it.

http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/481/001mwstmpnofx.png (no onomatopoeias)

http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/1101/001mwstmp.png

Note: I don't draw blood, no matter how graphic I may sometimes get.

[pete40]

hope its new

[kneefodder]

I thought a few well hung stallions being viciously emasculated by a girly little unicorn would make good viewing so let's hear it for the nasty little bitch bringing a whole new meaning to giving the boys the horn!
Hope you like it.

[Johnni]

I found a resource that wasn't in this thread previously. Quite a motherlode:
http://e621.net/post/index?tags=**********

I had never heard of that site before and I found it by accident.

[BallbustingPrincess]

I didnt want to jump! I wanted to make him keep hitting them...pity it only takes on to crush them...I think they should of been able to take several before completely cracking! hehe :D


Very nice. I laughed so hard, that jump sound effect completely disguises what happens if you fail to press it! :Baahaha:

[Fallen Arts]

I didnt want to jump! I wanted to make him keep hitting them...pity it only takes on to crush them...I think they should of been able to take several before completely cracking! hehe :D

Yes it would have been nice if it would have taken at least 2 hits to result in losing. One hit per ball of course. Then we get to see him stagger about after he loses one, that would have been very fun to see.:D

[Fallen Arts]

Here's one...

http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/5228/cubonesquished.jpg

Here's another one...

http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/5715/mazbusted.jpg
(This image is based on the use of the small white creatures Psychic powers to destroy the pair of internal testicles belonging to the green dragon.)

Must try to keep thread...alive...

[Nikukyu-Ijime]

Here's one...

http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/5228/cubonesquished.jpg

Here's another one...

http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/5715/mazbusted.jpg
(This image is based on the use of the small white creatures Psychic powers to destroy the pair of internal testicles belonging to the green dragon.)

Must try to keep thread...alive...

Your picture is splendid!
Do you have a homepage?

[Fallen Arts]

Your picture is splendid!
Do you have a homepage?

No sadly. I will look into it at some point though. Find a nice home for this stuff that's not as fragile as imageshack.

[sacr007]

nice pics
I love psich power

[jack-curt]

Ballbusting As It Should Be

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

[jack-curt]

here some nice squeez

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=nuts+grab#/d2fgpr27 (http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=nuts+grab#/d2fgpr2)


http://iggy-fanart.deviantart.com/gallery/?q=nuts#/d2460q0

[Mythical Pain]

No sadly. I will look into it at some point though. Find a nice home for this stuff that's not as fragile as imageshack.

You could post them on SoFurry.com.

[jack-curt]

here nice busting pitcure

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4807576/

[testycoles]

so Snoodle...

http://e621.net/data/78/32/7832ba5573d2923196b08b098c52a738.jpg

what do you think? :D would you ******** him?

[darkwing]

have you seen this one yet?
http://r34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=568198

[Snoodle]

so Snoodle...

http://e621.net/data/78/32/7832ba5573d2923196b08b098c52a738.jpg

what do you think? :D would you ******** him?

Eventually. Might do some...things...first... :iluvu:

[testycoles]

Eventually. Might do some...things...first... :iluvu:

hehehe.. :D :wooow

[cbtsubbie]

hehehe.. :D :wooow

ooh Do share! :wooow :D

[VenomousBeetle]

I really don't like this kind but it's new and have to post some kind of content. Nut rip ahead. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/5597396/ It's a flash.

[Mythical Pain]

Oooh, right in the Kitten Makers!

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1299798005580.dharken_td-dragonlady_roughjusticesk%5B1%5D.jpg

Poor scrawny cheetah's gonna be feeling the ache all night. I hope she gives the other males the knee, too!

[darkwing]

this one's not too bad, although more towards electroejaculation
http://r34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=583553

[Mythical Pain]

Oooh, furry nuts in trouble, and so nicely spread!

http://r34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=674215

[wuffboy]

Pic, serval castrates a wolf

[SagaDC]

It's a slow month, so I did some digging and came up with these:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5616318/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5592218/
http://dhim.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=168#/d2hp1pz

The first one is very nice. The last one is one of Dhim's .gifs, but his Deviantart page is very graphics intensive.

[Johnni]

I think this one is amazing:
http://i.imgur.com/Np14l.jpg

[WhispyWillow]

First post! >w< First link has ********** n' penectomy elements, second 'un doesn't have ballbusting, but oh how the imagination wanders~

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5750402

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5767010/

[Johnni]

Here's a story I wrote. I'm not sure why the forum deletes all the formatting though.

Temple of Fertility

Deep in the darkest jungle in a small nation near the equator lies a forgotten temple. It is a stone pyramid erected thousands of years ago to protect a treasure, the exact nature of which has been forgotten. However one intrepid adventurer has discovered it and decided to make his name by retrieving whatever valuables the temple holds, not knowing that the temple will take his most valuable possessions instead.


Orion hacked away at the thick foliage with his machete as his two companions followed closely in the trail he blazed. He was a tall, brown anthro stallion, wearing a dark vest and tight linen pants, with a burlap rucksack on his back and various camping and spelunking tools hanging off his belt and pack. Close behind him the sleek jaguar Julie stepped over the fallen branches and thorned fruit littering the path. She was quite a bit shorter than Orion, and she made a good addition to the group because her feline ears and eyesight were valuable in dark caverns where the equine had trouble seeing and climbing through the smaller passages. Following the two of them marched Markon, a white and brown dappled stallion who had responded to Orion's posting at the local tavern about needing a third adventurer, one who could camp, climb, and had some knowledge of the local language.
"We should be getting very close...this hill is a tough climb but it will clear out when we get inside the temple," Orion said over his shoulder as he stopped to check his map. The hand-drawn piece of parchment hadn't held up well against the jungle's humidity and the creases were falling apart.
"I hope so, I want to camp indoors tonight, even if it's in a haunted dungeon," Markon grunted.
"Markon, you know very well its not a 'haunted dungeon!' It's a sacred temple to the fertility goddess, the most important center of worship for the ancient tribe that built it!" Julie rolled her eyes. "Besides, if we can penetrate the central chamber, we'll be so rich you won't ever have to camp outdoors again."
The trio eventually reached the overgrown temple entrance, a sloping stone pyramid jutting out of the ground. Orion set up camp and Markon, in his usual fashion, found a secluded area around a corner to lay his sleeping bag. Orion found Markon's private nature strange, but nobody knew the language or terrain around here better than him, and he was a good hiker.
The sun set and lit the jungle outside with bright oranges and reds, finally giving way to clear starlight. As Orion reached toward the ceiling to hang his lamp, Julie looked longingly at Orion's linen pant leg where his thick limp foot-long member hung against his thigh. Orion kept a dagger hidden in its sheath tied to the inside of one thigh, and his long equine dick down his other pant leg. His bulging ball sack hung low in the heat and wobbled against his tight pants when he walked, something Julie enjoyed watching during their long treks through the humid jungle. She stalked silently over to him, her lean black jaguar body moving silently across the cold stone floor, and leaned up to kiss him.
"I think we should celebrate reaching this hidden temple, don't you?" she smiled up at him as one feline paw slid down to cup his heavy balls and caress his thick length. "I was just going to suggest that. After all, penetrating the hidden depths is my job," he said as he kissed her, reaching around behind and under her tail to grab her tight ass. She kissed his neck, his chest, and his hard stomach as she slid down and undid his belt buckle. Kneeling before him she pulled down his khakis and sucked his large dick head into her mouth, feeling him stiffen quickly at her touch. Orion ran his hand possessively over her head, feeling the sleek fur and pointed ears as she reached out with one paw to roughly massage each of his balls. By now his dick had swollen to its full 18 inches, and was so thick the poor girl had trouble getting it more than a few inches into her mouth without her razor sharp feline teeth making themselves known.
"Easy with the teeth there, little girl!" he grinned as she looked up at him, her beautiful feline eyes giving him a look he had seen before as she extended one claw from a finger and dragged it slowly down his nut sack, right between his balls, a playful threat teasing his huge vulnerable bag. She cupped his testicles as her half-extended claws gently gripped his scrotum while she sucked hungrily on his dick and never let her gaze leave his face. "Keep those claws retracted little girl, or this big stallion will have to get rough with you..." he grunted as she sucked harder on his stiff penis in response.
When Orion felt himself close to climaxing he roughly laid her down on top of his sleeping bag and kissed her body as he pulled off her pants, while she unfastened her vest and bra. She wrapped her arms around his chest as the tall stallion lay down on top of her, his quivering cock finding her pussy and thrusting smoothly inward. Her muscular thighs grabbed his waist, her flexible feline body clenching its vaginal muscles as he thrust again and again, his heavy balls slapping against her tight black ass as they filled to bursting with seed. Just when he couldn't hold it anymore, her long soft tail flicked delicately across his ballsack, tickling his ass, and pushing him over the edge. They orgasmed simultaneously as he grunted and thrust deeper, all the way up to his hilt, filling her small pussy with hot white cum. He flopped down, exhausted, as she relaxed as well after the mind-blowing orgasm. He slowly pulled his thick, floppy manhood out of her, covered in thick semen from his massive balls. They curled together and quickly fell asleep, silent except for her low purring.
He only awoke once that night, as the shorter feline rolled toward him in her sleep and accidentally planted her knee down on his exhausted balls, which were laying stretched out on the floor to escape the oppressive heat. "Ouch, c'mon baby, right in my nuts for chrissake..." he pleaded. "hmmm...sorry..." she murmured and grinned without waking.

Deeper in to the cavern Markon kneeled in a shadow, looking out toward the entrance. He had never known the touch of a woman, and slept separately from the group to hide his frequent masturbation. Tonight he had watched jealously from the shadows as Julie pleasured the other male's thick cock and Orion fucked her balls-deep...what he wouldn't give for a chance with that athletic black jaguar...
Earlier when he had finished setting up his camp gear he had been coming around the corner to take a piss outside, when he saw Julie kneel down in front of the brown stallion. He quickly hid in the shadows and watched while the female's ass wagged back and forth as she played with Orion's cock and heavy sack. Markon had quietly unfastened his pants, dropping them around his legs while he gripped his thick horse cock and imagined himself face-deep between the cat girl's gorgeous thighs. Gripping his balls roughly and imagining his own nutsack being fondled by the cat girl's claws, he brought himself to climax. He was worried that the other two would notice or hear him when he accidentally blasted a thick stream of watery cum arcing through the air and splattering onto the stone floor, but they were too occupied with each other. He guiltily slunk back to his sleeping bag after wiping off his dick and fell in to an uneasy sleep. If only he had a woman to lay with...


The next morning they awoke at dawn and traveled deeper into the temple. After a few hours there was a narrow hallway that they had to pass through, with a warning carved into the walls:
"Any who dare enter may lose that which is most important," Markon translated. "I guess it's trapped."
"We should watch our heads then, there may be blades rigged in the walls," Orion said. He picked up a heavy rock and rolled it down the hallway. It went a few feet before a "click" sounded, and a dull curved blade whipped out of the wall nearby and swiped sideways at the air, right at neck height.
Julie kneeled down and looked intently at the floor. "Look here, you can see the tiles in the middle are looser, like pressure plates. Only the corners where the walls come down are solid. We'll have to walk on those few inches, inching forward with a leg on each side. Just press against the walls to avoid the middle floor."
"I'll take the lead then" Orion said as he walked into the hall, his legs spread wide so he could put one foot against each wall. He began walking forward, avoiding putting his hands in the horizontal slits on the walls where the dormant blades lay in wait. Julie came next, her shorter legs having to stretch way out to reach the corners, and Markon followed closely behind. He could barely stretch his legs apart far enough to touch each wall, not being as flexible as the other two. He focused on Julie's athletic ass in front of him to keep his mind off the tension in his leg muscles.
After many minutes of scooting forward, Orion emerged at the end of the hallway and into the cavern beyond. "Finally. My groin is killing me," he said as he stood up straight and stretched his legs in the cavern. Julie followed. Markon, however, was sweating and trembling as his leg muscles were about to give up. "Arggg...almost there, almost there," he said through clenched teeth as he struggled to keep himself upright. As he swayed back and forth moving his legs forward while still pressing against the walls, his climbing hammer slipped out of its harness on his pack and fell to the floor with a loud clatter, hitting a pressure plate. Immediately, just a few feet from the end of the hallway and centered right in front of Markon's stretched legs, a "click" from a slit in the floor was followed by a blade slicing up suddenly and neatly cutting through Markon's pants and slicing open his ballbag. His eyes went wide as he tripped forward and curled up on the floor. "AAAAAAGGGH oh god oh god," he screamed, clutching his torn scrotum.
"Orion, help me pull him out into the cavern! I'll get my med kit out," Julie said, looking in horror at the blood coming from Markon's groin. She pulled Markon's pants down and examined the wound. "Ouch, it looks like it tore your whole sack open, but thankfully your balls are still attached. I'll have to stitch it closed but you should be able to recover." Orion held Markon's arms away from his groin while Julie took a needle and suture and stitched his scrotal skin back together in a jagged line. There wasn't any anesthetic so Markon had to suffer while Julie sat between his outstretched legs and tried to repair his shredded bag, pushing his fat balls back into what was left of the sack and stretching the skin tight across them to sew it closed. 'This isn't how I imagined it would be, the first time a girl played with my junk...' he thought to himself between sobs.
"Don't worry, it looks like you'll be fine, and chicks dig scars anyway, right?" Orion said, being ****** to look away with a grimace as Julie wove the needle in and out of Markon's sensitive nut sack. Markon's big balls, each the size of a large orange, were now stuffed into the tightly stretched skin of his sutured scrotum. Markon stood up slowly, and tried to put his pants back on before noticing that they had been cut open so wide that they were worthless.
"I only brought one pair of pants, this was only supposed to be a three day trip," he groaned, throwing the bloody garment away. "Looks like I'll have to go like one of the local jungle tribesmen, just a backpack..."
"Hey, we're all friends here, right? Nothing to be shy about," Julie offered, trying to be cheerful. "Besides it will be good for the healing process, not having to worry about chafing."


They walked onward through the cavern, much deeper into the temple ruins. Markon had trouble keeping up because his legs would brush against his balls and make him wince, while his loosely swinging dick would slap against the damaged bag. They came to a large chasm, a strong draft blowing up from the dark depths.
Orion knelt down at the edge of the large void. "This is where all the maps ended...all I know is that we have to get way down there," he said as he pointed at a distant torch-lit platform and a landing carved out of the opposite side, "and it won't be easy to get there by rope. We'll have to rappel down this wall and then rock-climb sideways.


Orion fixed their climbing rope to a large boulder and began to rappel down the chasm wall. Markon followed, with Julie climbing down last. After a minute or two Orion felt a narrow horizontal ledge under his feet, and began to free-climb around the edge of the chasm. Julie was trying to grab a rock for support when it fell away from the wall, revealing a swarming nest of spiders underneath!
“Ugh, I just felt something hit my head...what is that?” Markon asked from underneath her, looking up and only being able to see her gorgeous ass and legs.
“It's some kind of spider nest! They're huge—Orion, what should we do?!”
“Just ignore them! Keep climbing to where I am!” he replied.
Julie, now in a panic, began frantically swatting at the large tarantulas that poured out of the hole and swarmed over the wall. Every time she hit one with her fist, it exploded in green ichor and slime. The rocks became more and more slippery, and eventually the spiders began jumping to the rope and the two climbers still on it.
“Fuck, they're all over me! I'm losing my grip!” she screamed, as Markon just below her hooked his feet into loops in the rope so he could use both hands to swat the huge arachnids. He wrapped the rope around his thighs to form something to stand on, but the spiders were making the rope slippery with goo. Just then, Julie's foot slipped out from under her and she came crashing down on Markon. He lost his grip as well and tumbled backward, his legs and hips still tangled in the rope. Julie grabbed onto his torso as he was flipped upside down, hanging over the abyss with the petite jaguar clutching his arms and chest.
“Listen to me! Stop panicking and just lower yourselves to the ledge! It's only a few feet to the right!” Orion bellowed, his voice echoing back up from the chasm. It was no use though. Julie screamed as her grip faltered, slipping down Markon's arms toward the abyss.
Markon had become completely tangled in the rope, as the loops he had wound around his thighs climbed up to his groin, tangling his cock and ball sack into the knots. As he hung upside down and tried to hold Julie, his weight was supported almost entirely by the ropes looped around his groin!
“AAAAAHHH!! JULIE LET GO LET GO!!!” he screamed. With an awful popping sound, his stitches burst as his tightly stretched nut sack split open, his two huge balls pulled out by the rough rope, crushed together and strangled for an agonizing moment before the cords connecting his balls to his body broke and he slipped out, sliding out of the goo-covered loops of rope, plunging into the abyss with Julie.
“JULIE! NOOOO!!” Orion screamed after them, helpless as he watched from the wall ledge as his lover and friend disappeared into the darkness. He stifled a sob as he looked up at the rope they had been climbing with, Markon's bloody colt makers still tangled in the mess of rope where he had been gelded before slipping out. The swarm of tarantulas quickly covered the mess, many of them pouncing on the meaty orbs as a fresh meal.
Orion hung to the side of the wall, closing his eyes and trying to unsee what had just happened. “I have to make it to the end, and find out what's down here, otherwise their deaths are in vain,” he thought. He pressed on, eventually coming to the ledge they had seen from the top of the chasm.
He walked through the dark tunnel, lit only by primitive gas lamps that had burned for centuries. Eventually, after many twists and turns, the tunnel opened into a large chamber with a stone door at the end, surrounded by glyphs and runes carved into the arch supporting it. Kneeling in front of the doorway was a stone statue of a beautiful human woman. The woman's eyes were closed, her mouth open in a large O-shape, and her two hands cupping in front of her below her chin, with her small stone fingers splayed like holding two fruits or drinking from a bowl of water.
Orion walked around the statue, wondering what it represented or if it had a use. The woman's delicate stone fingers were beautifully carved, and she was stunningly beautiful herself, poised in a position of submission on her knees before whoever stood before her. He turned toward the doorway itself behind her: a heavy stone arch carved out of the rough cave wall, two ancient gas lamps flickering on either side of it. Runes made from gold leaf were carved into the stone around the archway. He peered closely, trying to translate them.
“Whoever shall enter must stand before me, and allow me to take him into me, ...[here the arch had been chipped and the runes were unreadable] … with this offering [or “sacrifice”...the translation was unclear] the doors shall open.” Orion muttered as he translated. He looked back at the kneeling woman, her head exactly at groin-height and her mouth open.
“Well, it looks like this will be the easiest lock to pick that I've ever seen!” he smiled as he unzipped his pants, letting his huge cock dangle out and his balls hang freely. He stepped forward, sliding his semi-hard length into the woman's mouth, as his balls fit perfectly in her cupped hands. With a gasp he felt her mouth warm up and began sucking, as if the statue had come to life! He let himself be drawn further in to her mouth and throat, his thick cock proving no problem for the statue's soft, warm mouth, as her fingers gently fondled his big balls. “Damn, this is pretty nice. These temples always required a sacrifice to enter the innermost treasure room, but I'm happy to offer up a load of cum,” he thought, as the soft and lifelike statue sucked eagerly on his dick and played with his colt-makers. He quickly stiffened to his full length and girth and felt the mouth sucking more eagerly, tightening on him as the fingers grabbed his balls harder. “Easy girl, you'll get my cum, no doubt about that,” he smiled as he bucked harder, feeling the hot cum rise up in his balls as he reached orgasm. With a final thrust he spurted his hot load, feeling the statue's petite fingers squeeze his huge balls as if demanding every last drop.
At that moment the statue's lips pulled back from her teeth as if in a snarl, and Orion looked in suprise as her previously hidden teeth were revealed to be long diamond blades! The statue's eyes opened, looking straight up at him with blue gemstones as her jaw clenched and her diamond teeth tore into his cock, as if caught in a bear trap! He shrieked in shock as her teeth quickly bit all the way through his rock-hard dick, and the fingers dug their diamond-tipped fingernails into his vulnerable scrotum, trying to crush and puncture his balls. He screamed as he fell back, tearing off his cock inside her and only barely managing to save his balls.
He screamed in agony while he clutched his now dickless groin, looking up from where he had fallen to see the large stone doors grind slowly open. The statue, her mouth covered in the gush of blood that had spurted from his cock root, stopped flexing her fingers and closed her iridescent blue eyes as she returned to stone. No sign of his once proud horse cock remained as the statue resumed its innocent and welcoming pose.
Orion felt near to passing out as he clutched his wounded cock root and his torn scrotum, curled up in the fetal position before the statue. The sacrifice was not what he thought—the temple didn't require a load of cum, it required his whole dick. Now that he had unwittingly made the ultimate sacrifice, he could see through the doors a room filled with treasure. He struggled to his feet and stumbled through. Once he passed the threshold the doors began to grind shut again, as he slumped on the stairs of the glittering treasure trove. The dickless stallion looked at the endless bounty as he slowly bled to death, aware only of the agony from his crushed testicles and severed cock.

[Johnni]

http://gurochan.net/ is a spinoff of 4chan specifically for furry/vore/gore stuff. There's a ********** thread:
http://gurochan.net/fur/res/293.html

[mick_sl8ter]

These are ok:

http://gurochan.net/fur/src/130024465379.jpg
http://gurochan.net/fur/src/130024603326.jpg
http://gurochan.net/fur/src/13008784195.jpg
http://gurochan.net/fur/src/130024635497.jpg

[Mythical Pain]

Here's a good one! This foxy clearly just got a serious kick in the puppy makers!

http://www.sofurry.com/index.php?pid=252901

[Mythical Pain]

Nice work on the story Johnni, thanks for posting! Good stuff. Bit too brutal for my personal tastes but thats just me hehe, I like my girls to have their toys leftover to play with next time! Lol.

Also, thought you guys might have appreciated this pic a little more then the thread seemed too or maybe no one saw it lol.

Here's a good one! This foxy clearly just got a serious kick in the puppy makers!

http://www.sofurry.com/index.php?pid=252901

Gotta keep this thread alive!

[poiu]

Hey y'all! Quick update from me, since as Mythical Pain says, this thread has been a bit dead as of late.

I'm slowly working on Dragon Slaying (I know I've been saying that for six months now...) plus a new Pokemon Underground League story. The former is a little over halfway done, and I'm hoping I can just sit down and power through the remaining half sometime in the near future. (P'oiu deserves to finally be done, even if does cost him a nut :P) As soon as it's finished, it'll be posted here, probably followed by a nice PDF of the whole series.

The Pokemon story is maybe a quarter done, but I'm pretty pleased with where it's going. It's even further from complete than Dragon Slaying is, but I figure I can share at least a chunk of it, since I haven't shared anything in months and months. This is just a short snippet from a little ways in, but hopefully it's enjoyable on its own. Let me know what you think :)

Pics for anyone who wants 'em:
Laura (Luxray): http://rule34-images.paheal.net/_images/fe5d0787e71392f688e62fc2552773dd/445452%20-%20Luxray%20Nintendo%20Pokemon.png
Kelly (Kangaskhan): http://rule34-images.paheal.net/02d3942b8061829dfa2279753574f0ed/230537%20-%20Kangaskhan%20Pokemon.jpg
Emma (Espeon): http://rule34-images.paheal.net/_images/712554304b990d0ad641423268008e65/492107%20-%20Pokemon%20espeon%20shadowill.jpg
Blaze (Blaziken): http://rule34-images.paheal.net/6d02e813b3c9c9db63daaf5890f9b6bd/247102%20-%20Blaziken%20Pokemon%20Tinder.jpg
unnamed opponent (Nidoking): http://rule34-images.paheal.net/_images/91d45f60f5cfd07aa4282adc74c8a538/521458%20-%20Nidoking%20Nintendo%20Pokemon.jpg



"Well hey -- can't say I recognize you. You new here?"

Laura turned around to reply -- and found herself looking at the largest pair of breasts she had ever laid eyes on. The Luxray blinked once or twice, struck momentarily dumb, before taking in a bit more about the massive female before her: a smooth tan belly, wide brown hips, a thick tail that curled around behind her to rest on the floor. The woman was built like a tank. A very, very attractive tank.

"Uh...hi," Laura replied hesitantly, her eyes still tracing the larger girl's curves. "Yeah, this is my first day."

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," rumbled the Kangaskhan, a hint of amusement in her voice.

The Luxray looked up with a start. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to gawk, I just--...I'm kind of new to this." She blushed. "I'm not really used to...group showers."

The larger female chuckled at that. "Relax, honey, you're not doing anything wrong. We're all ladies here. 'Sides, the whole stadium gets to see me in the buff every time I battle -- I'd better be used to it by now." She held out a paw. "Name's Kelly."

"Laura," replied the Luxray, shaking it. "Nice to meet you."

"Same." The Kangaskhan took a step back into the shower spray, continuing to face the newcomer as the warm water ran down her back. "Your first day, huh? Who are you fighting?"

With that question, the Luxray felt some of her earlier doubt return. "I-I'm not sure, actually. I wasn't scheduled to fight until next week, but somebody else cancelled and they needed a sub, so here I am."

"Really! And they didn't even tell you who you're up against? Well that ain't a proper introduction at all." Kelly frowned for a moment. "Still, I s'pose the basic strategies are the same no matter who you're facing." The big female grinned. "You more of a ballbreaker, or a cocktease?"

For the second time in as many minutes, Laura froze. "I-I beg your pardon?"

"Y'know -- when you're fighting a guy, do you scramble his eggs, or beat his meat? Or both, for that matter." Seeing the Luxray's somewhat stunned expression, a concerned look spread across Kelly's face. "You do know what this league is mostly about, don't ya?"

"O-of course," she replied quickly, "I just...I guess I haven't thought it out that much. I don't really have a strategy. Like I said, this is all a bit last-minute."

"No strategy?" interjected the Espeon showering on the opposite side of Kelly. She left her own shower and took a few steps closer, joining the conversation. "Dear, you can't enter a battle without knowing what you're going to do. That's just asking for defeat."

"Now now, Emma, give her space -- she's still figuring things out, and just because you're the master strategist doesn't mean you've got all the answers." The Kangaskhan smiled. "As I recall, even you were a little nervous before your first fight."

Laura took a moment to size up this new acquaintance -- a lithe, long-legged feline, her shape much sleeker than Kelly's sturdy build. Probably a cocktease, going by Kelly's categorization. "Honestly?" said the Luxray, fidgeting nervously. "I'd love to be a...a 'ballbreaker', if I had the stones myself, but I'm not sure if I can go through with that. I mean, what if my opponent's a nice guy? I don't wanna leave him sterile."

"Hey -- that's a risk they signed up for."

"Emma."

"Oh fine." The Espeon let out a sigh. "Well, if you're a newcomer, they probably won't put you against anyone you'd be weak against, so at the very least it'll be an even fight. If you're really feeling uncertain, you could just fight like it's a regulation battle, but believe me, you'll want to get in a nutshot or two if you can. Or some heavy petting, if you prefer."

"Whatever feels right," said Kelly.

The Luxray nodded slowly. "I think I understand."

"Just make sure to take advantage of any openings -- hesitation will kill you out there." Emma shook her head. "And try not to get too squeamish if things start getting messy."

Laura was about to ask the Espeon for clarification when a loud noise at the opposite end of the showers interrupted her. All three females turned to see the 'mon who had just come in -- a sweating, panting Blaziken with her feathers askew and a wild look on her face.

The Luxray was a bit taken aback by the bird's ragged appearance, but it didn't seem to faze either of her new friends. "Heya Blaze," said Kelly cheerfully, smiling at the fire-type as she entered the locker room. "How did the match g--"

"Two minutes!" gasped the Blaziken, scrambling forwards into the showers. Hastily the fire bird pushed past the other naked females in the room, making a beeline for one of the private stalls against the rear wall and closing the door behind her with a none-too-gentle SLAM.

As the female whisked past, Laura had to stumble several steps just to keep her balance -- a move which brought her careening into the wet, naked Emma. The Luxray let out an "eep" at the unexpected sensation of bare fur on bare fur, blushing fiercely as she scampered away from the nude Espeon. "S-sorry!" she stuttered immediately.

"It's fine," said Emma, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Kelly just chuckled. "Good heavens, girl, you've got to learn to relax." The Kangaskhan wrapped an arm around Laura's shoulders, pulling the skittish newcomer a bit closer. "I mean, honestly -- if you're that tightly-wound around a man's meat and potatoes, I dunno how you're ever gonna win a match in this league."

"H-heh, true..." The Luxray tried not to think too hard about the other naked female body she was now pressed up against...or the unknown opponent that she was scheduled to fight in under an hour. Unfortunately, that just conjured the image of those two nudes together: Kelly pounding the spunk out of some poor 'mon's basket, the unidentified male crumpling to his knees as his nuts turned to peanut butter--

"Ahh."

The sound was a quiet one, but it was enough to snap Laura out of her rather vivid daydream. The Luxray cleared her throat awkwardly, blushing once again, and then turned her attention to the source of the new noise: the private stall where the Blaziken had disappeared just moments ago. "Um...was that other girl alright? She seemed pretty frazzled when she came in."

"She's fine," answered the Espeon calmly. "Just give her a few minutes."

"Heh -- yeah, don't worry about Blaze." Kelly shared a knowing glance with Emma before turning back to the new recruit. "She just needs some cool-down time. Girl has a tendency to get a bit...excited after her matches."

Laura frowned. "Excited? Why would she--"

"Ohhhhhh."

This time, the sound that came from the stall was so clearly, loudly, and unabashedly a moan of pleasure that Laura initially assumed it was a joke. That is, until a second moan followed, even more powerfully than the first, so shamelessly lustful that it almost made the Luxray's own toeclaws curl.

Laura felt her cheeks turning red. "She's not...?"

"She is," the Kangaskhan confirmed, blushing a bit herself. "As I said, Blaze is very...passionate about her matches."

The Luxray turned to Emma, still somewhat convinced that it was all a joke, but the Espeon just smiled silently back, even as another fevered cry came from the Blaziken's stall. Laura's ears flattened against her head, a mix of emotions jumbled up in her chest as the bird's pants and moans grew louder and more frantic, building to one prolonged, orgasmic squeal before finally fading back down to nothingness.

In the silence that followed, the Luxray could hear her own heart pounding, her own breath a bit shorter and shallower. There was a long and awkward pause before the shower stall burst open once again, the door crashing into the wall with another indelicate WHAM. Inside stood a very soaked but very satisfied bird, her breasts still heaving with each breath as she stumbled happily out into the common area.

"Oh fuck, that was the best battle I've had in months," breathed the female, her body still flushed with exertion. "Kelly, you have to watch the replay for this when it airs -- they paired me up against this Nidoking, balls like canteloupes, and I just destroyed the guy. Double pop and everything! Oh Arceus, that was good." The Blaziken planted her hands on her hips and panted for a moment, still short of breath from the ordeal.

[SagaDC]

I'm still keeping an eye out, but there just hasn't been much new material in circulation. Here are a few I scrounged up, though:

http://littlenicky89.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3gnu61 (M/M)
http://seanpt.deviantart.com/art/Comission-Kajm-211868954 (F/M)
http://mdtartist83.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3hks7i (M/M)

And this fellow seems to have a thing for Ali busting Littlefoot, from the Land Before Time. No actual art of it, but a lot of captioned art with somewhat interesting dialogue:
http://noguy.deviantart.com/

Oh, and it's great to see Poiu writing, as always. Also, a very belatedy thumbs up to FallenArts and the excellent pokemon-themed art.

[jabby]

For the love of god, we need more written material by poiu and mythical pain. :D

Just when you forget how good it is, you come back and find this. Keep up the good work you two!

Johnni, your story was a bit harsh for me, but it was still an 'interesting read' if you get my drift. :P

[poiu]

Saga: nice finds! If you follow that second link of yours through to the commissioner (Kajm), there's some more interesting stuff. His character gets off on getting his nuts cracked, and while it's not usually the central point of his stories, it does make for some interesting reading.

Jabby: thanks for the praise :)

And actually, as long as I'm posting an update, it probably wouldn't hurt to point you all to another snippet (http://bustedspuds.blogspot.com/2011/06/snippet-beach-house.html) I just posted, from one of the rare human-only stories I've worked on. It's a bit barebones (and obviously not furry), but if you like my stuff in general it might be worth checking out.

[Johnni]

Thanks for the feedback on the story. It was even a bit harsh for me too, but I wanted to try writing something outside my own interests. I was pretty inspired by Snoodle's stories. I still read Snoodle's "Meg" stories on the EA site pretty often.

[Johnni]

By the way, Hooves' stories over at furaffinity are FaNtAsTiC!

http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/hooves/

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks for the feedback on the story. It was even a bit harsh for me too, but I wanted to try writing something outside my own interests. I was pretty inspired by Snoodle's stories. I still read Snoodle's "Meg" stories on the EA site pretty often.

Cool! As long as you like it that's what matters. And yeah, Hooves does some great stories too. I like them, but there's usually a bit more destruction of the nards then I prefer...I do get excited by the idea, but I like it when the girl has more to abuse again later hehe. Plus more of his stories are Male on male, and I don't enjoy that as much. Though it didn't stop me from writing a dragon story with busting and two males over there lol.

[jabby]

A couple of pics I found.

1) http://www.imagefap.com/photo/1565526485/WW-Mtaur01.jpg

2) http://www.imagefap.com/photo/491420236/WW-Mtaur02.jpg

[Palin123]

Another one from FA:

http://d.facdn.net/art/nikukyu/1308472074.nikukyu_drago3.jpg

[testycoles]

Another one from FA:

http://d.facdn.net/art/nikukyu/1308472074.nikukyu_drago3.jpg

...amazing...... :D

[Mythical Pain]

Another one from FA:

http://d.facdn.net/art/nikukyu/1308472074.nikukyu_drago3.jpg

Lol she could have at least busted them nicely before she stole them, lol.

[Palin123]

FurAffinity again:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5987408

[SagaDC]

Another one done for Tannim. Don't think I've seen it here before.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5880777/

[Mythical Pain]

This thread is in massive need of aching furry nuts! Here's a quickie whipped up just for that purpose, hehe. With my Vixen character, Melissa, potential star of future stories, letting her brother have a good shot in the furry boy-bag.



Melissa grinned to herself as she spotted her younger brother standing in the hallway, digging through the pile of clean clothes outside his bedroom door. Messy little runt, didn’t he know how to put anything away? Not that it mattered to her, as long as he was distracted. Melissa was going to sneak right up, and kick the little brat in the nards!

Melissa’s grin got bigger, spreading across her red furred muzzle. The young vixen had always had a bit of a bullying streak, and with mother gone for the day, she knew she wouldn’t get in trouble for aiming a kick at her favorite spot, right between the legs. Besides, the little runt had it coming for waking her up early yet again. She’d told him time and again that he’d better keep his stupid anime shows turned down in the mornings over summer vacation. But once again, he’d done the exact opposite, and now it was time for him to pay for cranking it up so loud. Oooh, this was gonna be fun!

The vixen was still in her pajamas. She liked them, light blue top and bottom, loose and comfy and with the cutest little cartoon kitty patterns all over them. She preferred them a little bit loose, that way if she went outside while she was still wearing them, she didn’t have that perverted young wolf next door ogling the curves of her body. Curves that she had to admit, were pretty nice lately! Especially along her hips and her rump, beneath her bushy tail. Then again, with no bra on under her pajama top that young wolf might still get an eyeful of vixen mounds, and more on a cold morning!

The young vixen slunk towards the younger fox, watching him dig through his clothes. He was only wearing a black swim suit, must have been planning to head down to the neighborhood pool. Probably picking himself out some clothes to put on after he got back. Heh, that pile of clothes would make a good pillow for him to land on, cause she was gonna kick him right in the nards. Her belly twisted in excited anticipation, her black furred ears perked, and her heart thumped away in her chest. This was gonna be fun!

Though Melissa almost ruined her own plan. When she imagined the look on the little runt’s face, she started giggling. The younger male fox’s ears twitched, and he turned towards her. The evil grin on the vixen’s face was a dead giveaway that his furry testicles were in trouble. He dropped the shirt he’d just pulled out and both hands immediately flew to his crotch. Cupping and protecting his vulpine testicles through his swim trunks.

“Morning, Sis,” Adam said with a smirk, sticking his tongue out. “Walk on by, nothing to see here.” Hah! Foiled her evil plan.

Melissa glared at him, and then reached out to tweak the younger fox’s ear. He yipped but didn’t move his hands away. Standing next to him, she was a good few inches taller. A few years older too, and pretty much used to pushing him around when he got on her nerves. She’d sure been grounded for it plenty of times, usually when their Mother caught her laughing at him while the younger male fox was rolling around on the floor, clutching himself.

Aside from the age and height, the fox siblings looked rather alike. His fur too was mostly a rusty red hue, darkest along his back, and the back of his head, and over his bushy tail. Both vulpine siblings had natural black mittens and socks, as well as black tipped ears, and tails. Melissa had a bit of a black smudge leading back from her coal covered nose, and the younger male did not. And both foxes throats, chests and bellies were a cool, creamy white color.

Melissa tweaked his other ear, smirking at his yip. “Quit touching yourself, it’s gross.”

Adam squirmed away, ducking his head and flicking his ears back. “Nice try sis.”

“What?” Melissa asked, folding her arms under her breasts. “You think I’m gonna try and kick you in the nuts?”

The little fox cringed, a twinge of pain running through his little furry orbs at the very idea of it. “Well, duh. You usually do. Now get lost! I gotta meet my friends down at the swimming pool!”

Melissa smirked, leaning against the wall, her tail swishing behind her. “Nah, I’m not gonna kick you today. Mom said I do that again, I’m grounded for a year!” She growled under her breath, shaking her head.

“Heh…good! I might want puppies some day, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Melissa yawned, smiling inwardly as the runt started to relax. “So who are you meeting down at the pool?”

“Jake, Matt, Josh…” Adam paused, and licked his nose, trying to remember if anyone else was coming. He scratched his pointed black furred ears…oh no, he moved his hands! Wait…she…hadn’t kicked him. He breathed a sigh of relief, and grinned up at his sister. “I think that’s it.”

“So the nerds, huh?” She rolled her eyes, ignoring the way he huffed. She knew he hated when she called them that. “Aren’t you sleeping over soon?”

“Yup!” The little fox laughed, it was gonna be fun! They were gonna drink so much mountain dew they’d nearly pee themselves! Hopefully, no one would actually do it.

“Well, do you got a sleeping bag?” Melissa asked, as innocently as she could.

Adam nodded, his canine fangs exposed a little as he smiled, with no idea what his sister had just tricked him into saying. “Yup, I definitely got a sleeping bag!”

“Well, then you better wake it up!”

Before Adam could figure out what that meant, Melissa lashed out with her bare foot, kicking the younger fox in the nards as hard as she could! Bare black furred vixen foot slammed into totally unprotected young fox testicles, nearly squashing the furry little kit-makers between toes and pelvis. Melissa could even feel their oval shapes flattening out against her foot for a moment.

“AWWWWWPP!” Adam cried out with that agonized canine yelp that Melissa always equated with “Bullseye!” Adam dropped to his knees in an instant, cradling his suddenly aching puppy makers as tears sprang from his eyes. Golden canine eyes crossed and rolled back as he went muzzle-first to the floor with a long groan of purely male agony. “Oooooooooh, my nuuuuuuuts!”

The vixen burst out laughing as her little brother collapsed, she was getting pretty good at that. She thrust her black furred hands into the air over her hand, giggling away. “Bullseye!” She cheered herself on. “One kick, two nards! No puppies!”

Adam was soon curled up, nearly fetal up on the hallway floor, crying. He clutched his battered fox testicles in his paws, his face all scrunched up in pain. His muzzle crumpled, fangs exposed, eyes squeezed shut. With his pointed black ears nearly flat against his skull. It was a face Melissa knew well, and a face she loved to see. Almost as much as she loved to see him rolling around on the floor, cupping himself, which he was soon doing.

“Ooooooh, ooooooh, God! Oooh, my nuuuuuts,” the little fox moaned as he began to writhe on the floor, rolling from one side of his body to the other and back again. “Oh, my God, my nuts!”

“Your nuts, your nuts,” Melissa giggled, mocking him. “I kicked you in your nuts! Heh, I felt ‘em too, it was kinda gross! Like two squishy grapes!”

Giggling to herself, Melissa walked over to him, and promptly kicked him sharply in his butt. “That’s why girls rule, runt! And don’t forget it! Or I’ll kick your nuts again.”

Adam glanced up at her, glaring in angry, still crying. He looked like he was about to say something smart-assed, so Melissa lifted up her foot, and pressed it firmly to his hands. Mashing them against his fiercely aching vulpine testes. “Something you wanna say, Brat?”

The younger fox shook his head, and Melissa grinned. “That’s what I thought!” She pressed her foot against his hands a little harder till he gave her a nice little howl, and then pulled her foot back. Grinning down at him, she patted her crotch. “So glad I don’t have those. Now, I’m gonna go get some cereal, check the clock…maybe you’ll be able to get up off the floor faster then twenty minutes this time!”

Laughing and giggling, Melissa strut off down the hallway, swishing her tail happily. What a great way to start the morning. That was FUN! The vixen just loved being a girl sometimes.

…Maybe she’d even get him again later.

[jabby]

Fantastic story as always! You really have a way with creating these incredibly cruel yet fun and lighthearted characters :iluvu:

When can we expect some more complete stories? We already know you do ballbusting well, I want to know what happens when some of your deliciously sexy characters get their hands on some bare furry balls!

[Mythical Pain]

Fantastic story as always! You really have a way with creating these incredibly cruel yet fun and lighthearted characters :iluvu:

When can we expect some more complete stories? We already know you do ballbusting well, I want to know what happens when some of your deliciously sexy characters get their hands on some bare furry balls!

Thanks very much! Glad you enjoyed it. Yup, that's the sort of female character I really enjoy in these type of stories hehe.

As for my longer stories, with any luck Princess and Pet part 3 will be up soon here and on sofurry. She's getting her hands on some bare furred fox balls in that one, hehe.

And there may be others in the future!

What did everyone else think of this little quickie story? If folks enjoy them dont be surprised to see little kick-fics popping up on here more often. I like writing about Melissa, and have a more "serious" story in mind for her when shes a bit older, but it's fun to write about her when she's younger and mean, too hehehe.

[Johnni]

http://i.imgur.com/8QJWY.jpg

[Mythical Pain]

Nice pic! Hehe, why annex them all at once though when she can keep them attached forever, and soften them up every day? ::Giggle::

Oh, did you or anyone else get a chance to read my quickie vixen kicking her fox brother story just above?

[Arcane]

Oh, did you or anyone else get a chance to read my quickie vixen kicking her fox brother story just above?

i did. it was a good little segment. thank you for sharing it

[Alec Anaconda]

anyone else get a chance to read my quickie vixen kicking her fox brother story just above?


I only rarely visit this furry thread, but I’ve just read your story.

To my surprise, I found it cheerful and easy to read, with the warm feeling of a Tom & Jerry cartoon.

Well done!

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

i did. it was a good little segment. thank you for sharing it

Thanks very much! Glad you enjoyed it. I may do more quick little stories like that to just toss up on here for fun now and then, between updating my bigger, longer stories I've earlier posted segments from.

Suffice to say, Adam's furry kit-makers haven't seen the last of their sister's foot, hehe.





I only rarely visit this furry thread, but I’ve just read your story.

To my surprise, I found it cheerful and easy to read, with the warm feeling of a Tom & Jerry cartoon.

Well done!

Alec Anaconda

Thanks a lot! :D Glad you enjoyed it. I do enjoy the sort of cheerful yet mean type of ball kicker, lol.

I'll probably be posting more of her little misadventures in the future, too. And I've posted several longer-form segments of a slightly more serious story that also has a focus on a fox ( Older in this case ) getting his balls kicked, this time by a human girl.

I like the way you put it, hehe. Shame those old Tom and Jerry cartoons never had any ball shots!

And thanks again for the compliments! Glad you enjoyed it.

[darkwing]

how about this one?
http://rule34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=674215

[SagaDC]

An interesting find, Darkwing. It prompted me to poke around Rule 34, and I found a few other interesting pieces:

http://rule34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=787532 (F/M)
http://rule34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=565033 (F/M)
http://rule34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=768753 (M/M)
http://rule34.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=768747 (M/M)

The general search also turned up a few familiar pieces, such as Fallen Arts' pokemon-inspired pieces, and the dolphin comic that Poui shared with us a few months back.

[Johnni]

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?

What about a human woman busting a minotaur? I'm not as into scalies as Poiu is, I think a well endowed mammal like a minotaur would be awesome.

[aiam]

I'll put my votte to dragon danglies:Baahaha:

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks for bringing up that old post of mine. Always good to get more interest in furry ballbustin' stories.

I've already posted two chapters of the human princess busting furry nards, so far she's kicked around a fox, and a coyote, and the coyote get a hell of a pinching as well, hehehe. Part 3 of that story is on it's way soon!

I also posted a short story of a vixen kicking her brother a page or so back, might do a few more in that line up as well.

As for a minotaur, maybe! Might be kinda fun to watch one crumple, hehe. Got plenty of other stories in mind, too, including as Aiam will be happy to note, a woman kicking a dragon's balls. My dragons will be non-anthro, that is, quadrupedal, so she'll have to work to get behind them for a well placed kick. Or just nail them when they smugly sit on their haunches, lol.

You could do a pretty good Minotaur story too I'd think Johnni!

[Mythical Pain]

From the animated movie Rio -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8QhFtiG4B0&feature=related

The female bird ensures a male monkey has never hurt quite so much in all his life! She must be thinking "Well, THOSE things sure look vulnerable!" And if you look closely you'll see her smirk when he goes down hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Slow around here lately! Maybe I need to write another Melissa story real quick, lol. Hope to have Princess 3 up soon, too. In the meantime, we need a little challenge or something. Have some of our other furry followers in this section each try and contribute a story in the next few days. Short or long, something simple like a sleepover where a furry male gets kicked all night, or something complicated like a captured furry thief being interrogated, or a town getting revenge on a dragon's sack? Or, even a woman fighting off a minotaur with her foot and knee since that's been mentioned. Or any other fun idea you might have. Come on folks, there ought to be more then three of us here who enjoy taking a stab at writing now and then! Let's see what you got, furry/scaley nuts need to ache!

[aiam]

I'll contribute something soon. Back in the day I wrote something to promote that underground site but I can't find it.

[poiu]

Hey other people! You should totally listen to Mythical Pain and try writing something! Even if it's really short, or you can't come up with an idea, or you think you're a terrible writer, just pick a fantasy and start putting down words. If it's enough to get your motor running, I'm sure that someone else here will enjoy it, too.

Anywho, I figure I owe y'all some writing of my own, and since it's been forever-and-a-half since I last updated Dragon Slaying, I figured I'd give you a snippet with P'oiu and Lia. This is an excerpt from the version of the ending where P'oiu picks Opal (who wants to save both his balls) rather than Lia (who wants to pop one so they can become mates). Lia is rather miffed at this choice, as you might expect, and so she has a few things to say (and do) to P'oiu before she peaces out forever.

(By the way: I know I've been terribly slow with the final bit of Lia's ending to Dragon Slaying. I promise I am working on it, and I promise it's awesome. I still don't know when I'll post it, but hopefully sooner rather than later. In the meantime, hopefully this is a good substitute, and hopefully you enjoy P'oiu/Lia busting as much as I do :P)

Story below -- it picks up roughly from Chapter 12 (http://furryballbusting.blogspot.com/2010/06/dragon-slaying-12-home-is-where-hurt-is.html), if you've forgotten the background. Please let me know what you think! I'm trying to get motivated with these characters again, and it helps to know that people enjoy P'oiu and Lia and Opal and Kayla. Heck, I'd love to write a sequel series about P'oiu and Lia's married life, if there's interest :P


"I just have one thing left to say to you, so listen up."

Lia accentuated her remark the best way she knew how: by bringing her foot crashing down between my legs. I let out a long, high-pitched moan as the female focused her attention on my left nut, setting her heel on top of the poor sphere and bearing down with what felt like a thousand pounds.

That alone was enough to make my eyes water -- but then the dragoness spun on her heel, and my brain just about exploded. I hardly managed a quiet squeak as Lia pivoted on my tortured testicle, scrambling its contents even further. I tried to shoot a pleading glance towards Opal, but the frog was just watching Lia, a hint of a smile playing across her lips. Didn't she care that my spunk-makers were being squashed into pancakes? I had picked Opal in the hopes of saving my spuds, but hell, too much more of this and Lia might just burst my ball anyway.

"P'oiu? P'oiu!" The female was none too happy with my wandering gaze. "Look at me, damn it."

My nervous system squealed in protest as the dragoness delivered another brutal ballstomp, my left orb distorting further from the force of the blow. Despite the pain I ****** my gaze forward, obeying her command in the hope of earning some mercy from the female. Apparently that heel-spin on my bloated ball had actually served a purpose -- Lia had in fact spun 180 degrees, turning around in order to show off her backside. And god, what a display. Now she was bent over, flaunting the smooth-scaled ruby-red behind that I had been worshipping for the past week.

Lia looked back at me from between her legs. Her generous breasts hung down in front of her, but the female had folded an arm across her chest, holding her tits back so that she could stare me straight in the eye. "See this?" The dragoness slapped her own rear, her tail raised high. "You see this ass?"

In fact, it was difficult to look at anything but Lia's ass -- it seemed like my entire field of vision was filled with the female's luscious derriere. Weakly I groaned, my stlll-stiff member throbbing at the sight even as the dragoness ground my testicle into the floor like a discarded cigarette. "Y-…yes," I croaked, my stomach churning as my gonad was flattened to its rubbery limits. Oh, my poor unborn children...

The dragoness scowled back at me. "Well, I hope you get a look at it, because you know what? You will never, ever get to tap this. You're gonna spend the rest of your life alone, wishing you could find some dragoness tail, fantasizing about the week you spent lusting after that smoking hot chick named Lia. Meanwhile I'll be somewhere out there, quite happy, getting fucked silly every night by some other dragon who's got the balls to be my mate."

Somehow I doubted that any future mate of hers would survive their courtship without getting his plums pounded into pulp, but I held my tongue -- not that I could have formed a full sentence if I'd wanted to. The agony in my groin continued to grow, multiplying with each passing second. I was convinced I could feel something breaking, or cracking, or splitting open.

But if Lia felt one of my dragonmakers starting to rupture beneath her foot, she didn't show it. "You know, I can't believe I ever liked you. You spend half the time ogling me, and the other half of the time complaining that I give you blue balls. Not to mention the time that you felt me up while I slept and then blew your wad all over me."

"I'm sorry!" I gasped. My legs twitched with each subtle shift of the female's weight, my gonad rearranging itself in a vain attempt to squirt out from under her heel.

"Sorry isn't good enough, P'oiu." The dragoness twisted her foot a few degrees, earning another shrill squeal as she flattened my nut by another few millimeters. "I should have left you tied to a tree with your legs spread and a sign saying 'scramble my eggs'. Or maybe just brought you back home and made your sac my personal punching bag. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Now I guess you'll just spend the rest of your life alone, jerking off for some cum-thirsty frog slut who's half your size." She looked over at Opal. "No offense."

"None taken," the frog replied, rolling her eyes.

"Point is, you'll never get any dragoness tail ever again. I'm telling every female I know to kick your balls into your throat on sight.” Lia snorted angrily. “I’d pop your scaly nuts myself, if I could, but at least I know you’ll never get to use your dragonmakers with an actual dragoness.”

I wanted to point out that I’d already used my dragonmakers on her, but that didn’t seem wise with one of those dragonmakers currently compressed to the bursting point.

“So again: take a good look.” She slapped her ass once more, the firm flesh rippling slightly from the blow. I felt my member twitch in appreciation. “You better burn this into your memory, because this is as close as you’ll ever get to fucking a dragoness. Ever. Again!”

The last of the air rushed from my lungs as her other heel came thundering down into the center of my right nut, the spunk-filled orb ballooning outwards beneath her weight. All the air in my lungs rushed out at once, my hips bucking off the ground, my gut exploding with an impossible wave of nausea, my cock throbbing and firing a mighty spurt of pre that splashed across the female's backside. I squealed in agony and tried to cover up, to remove Lia's foot from my poor nuts before she could grind them into peanut butter, but the chains around my wrists and ankles held strong, leaving me spread and exposed as the dragoness brought down her full weight on the scaly orbs.

Lia felt the splash of liquid across her behind and blinked. For a moment, I feared for my dragonhood...but then to my surprise, she broke into a smirk. "Heh…well, I guess that's as close as you'll ever get, anyway." She twisted her heels sharply once more, grinding my jewels further into the floor.

The shriek I gave would have put an operatic soprano to shame. It felt like someone had shoved my plums in a blender and set it on “liquefy”. Even as she lifted her heels and stepped away, I half-believed that my gonads had been reduced to a gooey paste. Only when my flattened balls began to reinflate, sending a horrible wave of nausea into my stomach, did I come to the conclusion that I’d survived intact.

“Done?” asked Opal, watching calmly.

“Almost.” The dragoness scowled down at me. “A few more kicks for the road.”

Her foot slammed up between my legs with the force of a freight train, crushing my aching pair up into my pelvis. Before I even had time to process the pain, she had unleashed a second kick; this time my left nut slipped free, but my right nut was caught squarely by the top of her foot, pounded paper-thin in an instant. For a split second, the poor orb squished outwards between her toeclaws like a water balloon, abandoning any semblance of its usual shape in an attempt to escape the terrible pressure, but it remained trapped in place until Lia pulled her foot back. Then the mangled sphere flopped back down into my sac, and an earth-shattering agony exploded in my brain.

When she kicked for a third time -- delivering the exact same blow, this time to my left nut -- I realized that she must have had a lot of practice. My squealing climbed yet another octave as my ball flattened across the top of her foot, a blow that by all rights should have left me as half a dragon. Dimly I wondered how many dragons she had kicked into sterility while perfecting her technique, and I almost felt the urge to ask until she pounded my jewels for a fourth time, her breasts bouncing with the force of the impact.

On the fifth strike, though, my twitching, contorting body finally scored a small victory. As Lia’s foot hammered into my spuds, my body strained desperately to cover up and protect itself, every muscle struggling against my restraints...and then suddenly, my right arm was free! I hadn’t managed to break the chain, but I had managed to rip it from the ground where it had been anchored. Instinctively my hand shot towards my groin, desperate to pry the female’s foot away and clutch my battered balls, even if that would do nothing to soothe their apocalyptic ache.

To my pleasant surprise, Lia immediately stepped back, pulling her foot away sharply . To my unpleasant surprise, the loose end of the chain came whipping around, with a sizable chunk of the stone floor still attached to it, and smashed into my ballsac, utterly pulverizing its contents.

I froze. My freed hand trembled in mid-air, my mouth opening and closing silently as my brain sought some way to express the impossible levels of agony that were flooding my body.

Opal looked shocked, but Lia just laughed out loud, her face lighting up with a genuine smile. “Hahaha! Wow. You don’t even need a girl’s help to scramble your eggs, do you?”

All I could manage in response was a high-pitched whine. My hand shook as it slowly moved towards my groin, still trying to protect whatever was left of my balls.

The dragoness beat me there, nudging the chunk of rock aside with her foot. Casually she brought her foot down on top of my nutsac -- more of a step than a stomp, but even if my jewels hadn’t been trampled into pancakes, it would have been enough to make me squeak. As it was, I froze again, letting out a tortured, guttural moan.

“Quit your whining,” the female replied, rolling my nuts beneath her foot...or at least, attempting to do so. The two nuggets were anything but round at this point. “Don’t worry, they’re both intact. I don’t know how, but they are.” She frowned. “I swear, if they weren’t so squishy I’d think your balls were made out of steel.”

That good news was enough motivation to shake me out of my stupor. Weakly I grasped at Lia’s ankle, trying to pry her foot from my balls. “Please,” I croaked, my voice as high-pitched as a female hatchling.

Lia looked up and met my eye. “Fine.” She frowned. “Goodbye, P’oiu.”

My gut exploded in fresh pain as the dragoness gave me one more parting stomp, mashing my dragonmakers into the stone floor before pulling her foot away. Immediately I clutched at my mangled testicles, cupping the two swollen, misshapen lumps in my claws, confirming for myself that I was still in one piece.

I was too busy moaning in agony and cradling my much-abused spuds to appreciate one last look at Lia, her hips swaying seductively as she made her way to the exit.

[Mythical Pain]

Awesome stuff Poiu! Loved it! More please, hehehe. Poor dragon never is gonna have any eggs at this point...either sired in a female, or hanging between his legs!

And very well written, too!

Everyone else? Quit slacking! Hehe, come on, friends, you can type out a few paragraphs of some creature, anthro, fantasy, or otherwise, getting it's testicles kicked around by something female. Don't be shy, by all means, contribute! Please? Lol.

Gotta keep this thread alive!

[Mythical Pain]

I'll contribute something soon. Back in the day I wrote something to promote that underground site but I can't find it.

Looking forward to it! Any hints as to what species we might get to enjoy being busted?

[Alec Anaconda]

Thank you for another well-crafted and imaginative tale, Poiu.

Alec Anaconda

[SagaDC]

It HAS been pretty quiet lately. I've got one or two short stories I've written in the past that I can post, I suppose, but I'll have to edit them up a bit. I'm very particular about my writing. I'll try to have something up within a few days, though, either way.

[SagaDC]

Did some general searching about for more digital treasures:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6339477/ (M/M)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4112091/ (M/M)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6106085/ (F/M, MLP)

I also found this text-based M/M battle game, focused on ball-busting. Thought it was interesting enough to include here as well:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6332949/

[WhispyWillow]

This is too long to paste onto here, but here's a little RP I got to do with one of my favorite authors that I then cleaned up and posted on FA :3

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6360668

Features M/M ballbusting, ********** a few other things ^^; I don't normally do some of those kinks, but they were important for the character.

[kick my balls]

Tsunade Senju ********** Tonton

[aiam]

Looking forward to it! Any hints as to what species we might get to enjoy being busted?


The story was male human(evil communist guy) vs female dragon and male dragon vs female human in a tag team match, I drew something and eventually want to get it properly colored, attached what I've got so far


I'm also going to do a comic with evil communist guy as a furry getting beaet on by a sexy rabbit/fox/something else but NO TIME!

[Mythical Pain]

The story was male human(evil communist guy) vs female dragon and male dragon vs female human in a tag team match, I drew something and eventually want to get it properly colored, attached what I've got so far


I'm also going to do a comic with evil communist guy as a furry getting beaet on by a sexy rabbit/fox/something else but NO TIME!

Sounds good to me! Especially the male dragon versus female human aspect, hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Thinking this thread needs at least a weekly furry/scaly ball kicking story. hopefully more often then that! So while I've not had time to do a long form story and finish up Princess/Pets 3, here's my latest swiftly whipped up quickie.

In this one, a young female tribal wolf introduces her bullying older brother to the meaning of pain. By introducing her foot to his furry puppy makers.

Enjoy!



Mira yelped in pain as she landed upon her black furred butt against the hardened earth. That was the third time in as many minutes that her brother had pushed her down, and she was getting fed up. Just because the male wolf was older then her, that didn’t mean he could bully her any time he wanted, did it? Certainly not! At least, she didn’t think so anyway. The older male seemed to think otherwise given that he kept laughing each time he shoved her down again.

Not that fighting and sibling rivalry were anything new for their people. Their particular tribe of wolves had always lead a rough life. They lived off the land, hunting most of their food. The rest they obtained through a mixture of farming, gathering, and occasionally bartering with other tribes. Though, unlike the coyotes who were often known for their nomadic lifestyle and their affinity for trading, the wolves were not afraid to raid other tribes when the time called for it, either. As such, all the tribe’s members were taught to fight as they grew so that when the time came for them to claim new lands, or defend their homes and families, they would be ready. They were not war mongers by any stretch, but neither were they afraid of battle.

Mira’s older brother Gorl had already been through a few combat training classes along with some of the other young tribe members both male and female, though Mira herself had only begun attending such lessons. And so far, it wasn’t helping her much. Gorl still managed to get to bully her almost at will; shoving her around, yanking her tail, twisting her ears, pushing her down. It just…it made her wanna kick his furry butt! Or, maybe kick something something even more tender then that.

Mira slowly stood up, glaring at the taller wolf who leered down at her. The two wolf siblings definitely bore a strong resemblance. Many of the wolves in the tribe had fur of silvery gray, dark tans, rusty reds and white. Mira and Gorl however, were both covered in fur of striking ebony, like they’d been wrapped since pup-hood in darkness itself. They had a few markings here and there, a white ear tip for Mira, gray striations along Gorl’s tail. The two young wolves each had eyes of yellowish amber, with Gorl’s a little darker golden then his sister‘s.

Gorl was a few years older then his sister, and though she’d recently begun to grow taller he still had a couple of inches on her. His body was thickening up, the young warrior in training putting on a bit of muscle lately beneath his silken ebony fur. He folded his arms over a chest that was about halfway along a journey from scrawny to powerful. Like most of the wolves in the tribe, he wore little much of the time, and that morning was no exception. Gorl wore just a simple woven loincloth tied around his waist, the cloth dyed an indigo blue with some silver stitching around the eyes. He tapped dull claws against his furry biceps, baring a few fangs as he sneered down at his sister.

“Aw, you look angry,” he said with a smirk twisting his lupine muzzle. “Gonna cry?”

Mira growled at him, balling up her fists at her sides. “Why are you so mean lately! How’d you like it if I bullied you?”

That only made Gorl laugh. “You couldn’t bully a coyote pup!”

Mira fluffed up her bushy black tail in growing anger. “I could so! I mean, not that I would, but…I’d kick your butt!”

“You?“ Gorl just smirked down at her, sizing her up. “Kick my butt? You couldn’t kick a stick down the trail!”

Mira’s body was a little leaner then his own. Where Gorl’s lupine head was broad, his muzzle powerful, her head was a little sleeker, her snout a little more elegant and cute. And while he’d begun developing muscle a few years back, she’d begun developing curves. Her muscles were growing nice and lean, too, most female wolves made excellent warriors because while they were still plenty strong, they were also faster and more agile then the males. Though at the moment, the young male wolves had mostly begun to notice Mira because of the sleek feminine curves that were starting to make themselves known along the wolf’s body.

She was rather proud of her growing thighs, and her increasingly heart shaped, black furred rump, as well as the black furred mounds now contained within a simple halter-top woven from the same simple fabric as her own loincloth. Like her brother, and like most her tribe throughout the summertime, she kept her breasts and privates covered but little else. Warm as it was in the summers, and simple as her tribe was, there was little need to cover their bodies with anything more elaborate in their day to day lives.

The wolves’ village was located across several rolling hills where the hot, vast plains abutted up against the cooler, forested mountains. It provided them with ample game to hunt, wood to build shelters and homes, and stone to build tools, and to house primitive forges. Several streams that cut through the area also provided plenty of fish, water to drink, and water to bathe in. It was only a little while ago she’d slipped from her simple home in the village, intent on joining a few of her friends for some swimming.

At least that was her plan before he brother intercepted her along the packed-earth trail that cut through the ferns and underbrush of the forest. Mira bared her fangs and growled at him. “You’re such an ass lately!”

“Ooh, big words, but little girls aren’t supposed to swear,” Gorl teased her, reaching out to tweak one of her pointed, black furred ears.

Mira yelped, and lashed out to try and punch her brother right on his wet, black nose. Yet Gorl was ready for it. He simply caught her little fist, twisted it around until she yelped a second time, and then once more shoved her right back down onto her furry butt.

“Ow!” Mira yelped, whining. “You’re gonna bruise my butt!”

That only made Gorl start laughing even harder, his bushy black tail swaying from side to side in amusement. “Aww, your poor little butt. How will you sit on your ass all day doing nothing?”

Mira sniffled a little, her throat tightening up, her ears burning scarlet inside. He was just so damn mean, lately! She felt like she was gonna cry, she hated crying in front of him. It made her feel weak. Why couldn’t he be the one crying for once? She lifted her black furred hand to wipe at her eyes, trying to gulp down the growing lump in her throat. She pinned her ears back against her head, sniffling once again.

Gorl scoffed. “Don’t be such a crybaby. Yer not a little pup anymore, you gotta toughen up. Ya tried to hit me, that’s a start. Too bad for you yer not strong enough to really fight back. Guess I’ll just make you eat a bug again. Or some mud!”

Mira gasped, and Gorl laughed at her. He turned around, and began to survey the ground for something he could force his little sister to eat. He’d done it before, when they were younger, and teased her about it to this day. No way in hell she was gonna let that happen again. Mira was suddenly thinking about jumping to her feet and running away. She was faster then Gorl at least, always had been.

Now that he was turned away from her, Gorl bent forward to lift up a small log and see if there were any nasty looking grubs under it. Sure, the wolves sometimes ate things like that, but they cooked them over a fire, first. He’d make her eat one raw. Hah, she’d hate that!

When Gorl bent over in front of her, Mira made a face as she found herself presented with her brother’s black furred butt, his tail swaying over it. Of course, in that position Mira also couldn’t help but spot the older wolf’s ebon-furred testicles dangly freely beneath his furry butt. She pressed her paw to her muzzle in surprise, her golden eyes going wide. Soon she’d pressed her other hand to her snout as well to try and stifle her growing giggles.

Mira knew what males had there, more or less. After all sometimes the younger male pups in the tribe ran around naked, as did the females. And with only loincloths covering them much of the year, there was bound to be a peek here or there. But this was the best look she’d had at the things, really. Like the rest of him, the young male wolf’s testicles were well into their development, like two black furred eggs now dangling loosely beneath his rump. They looked a little silly, and quite vulnerable she thought.

In truth, Mira just couldn’t believe how wide open her brother left himself. He must have thought she wouldn’t dare kick him there, and really, he was only bent over for a second or two as he reached for a grub before Mira decided to act. She knew where to hit a male to really make him hurt long before that female instructor in her combat training class told the females where to aim their knees. But she’d never had such a wide open shot before, this was gonna be great.

Sitting on her butt with her loincloth puddling on the trail between her thighs, Mira leaned back onto her hands. She lashed out with her foot, driving it upwards as swiftly as she could, right up under her brother’s butt. With him bent over, it was surprisingly easy for her to aim for those hanging lupine nuts. Female toes collided with vicious sharpness against adolescent wolf testicles, the striking impact marked by a very loud THWACK!

From her position, Mira could see the impact play out almost in slow motion. Her bare footpaw smashed into the bottoms of the wolf’s black-furred balls, lifting them up against his body. As if seeking escape, the two oval shaped canine glands smushed out to either side of her foot. The right one nearly escaped, but the left lupine orb took the full force of her kick. It felt almost rubbery against her foot for a moment, even as she felt it flattening out against him.

Gorl’s puppy makers bounced from the impact, and things quickly returned to full speed for Mira. The instant her foot made contact with the older male’s most private parts, the wolf screamed in shocking agony. He doubled over the rest of the way, and Mira could clearly see both his hands shoot down between his legs and under his loincloth to grasp his suddenly aching balls.

“AAAAAAAAAAHH!” Gorl stayed in that position a few moments. His butt stuck out, his tail began to tuck, and he kept his hands around his balls as his high pitched wail slowly melted into a tortured groan. “Aaaaaaaaahhhh, ooooooooh!”

Finally, he simply topped to the ground like an ancient tree felled in a windstorm. He hit his side hard, curled up into a nearly fetal position, and then began to roll back and forth on the trail. Dust soon coated his black fur front and back as he writhed in purely male anguish, his young wolf testicles aching worse then they ever had in his whole life. His face was completely scrunched up, his ears pinned back against his head, fangs bared in a grimace of young wolf ball pain.

Mira stared in shock for a few seconds before she burst out laughing. Nearly shrieking in glee she jumped to her feet, and began to dance around her fallen brother. Finally, she won! Finally, she sent him to the ground, finally she was the one embarrassing him! And embarrass him she did! She pointed at him as he rolled from one side to the other, giggling away at him.

“I got you, I got you! I got you right in your furry nuts Brother, right in your nuts! How’s it feel, huh?” She turned around when he tried to look up at her, shook her bare black furry butt at him, and swatted her rump with a hand. A rather rude, and playfully teasing gesture among her tribe. “Right! In! Your! NUTS!”

“Shut up,” Gorl moaned, sniffing as he rolled around in the dirt, still clutching his balls. “Gods and spirits, it hurts sooooo much!” A few tears were rolling down his cheeks now, leaving little wet streaks in the dusty fur. “Oooooh, Gods, my balls! My baaaaalls!”

“Oh, your balls, your balls,” Mira mocked him in a teasing, high pitched voice, twisting his own words from earlier. “Your poor little balls! How will you ever sit around playing with them all day? Or are you gonna go home and cry to mamma that your little sis kicked you in your precious nuts?” She laughed at that, wouldn’t that just be humiliating for her older brother! “Tell you what…I’ll even admit that I did it to you…and then I’ll kick you there again, right in front of her just to prove it!”

“Don’t you dare,” he whimpered, more of a plea then the threat he’d intended.

“Shut up, cry baby,” she snarled at him, stomping her foot. “You’re the one crying on the floor now, not me! So don’t think you can boss me around, or bully me anymore.” She walked over to him, and kicked him in the butt as he squirmed in pain. “Cause when you do? BAM!” She drove her foot down against his clenched hands, driving his own fingers into his testicles and increasing the wolf’s hot agony. As he howled in pain, his back arching, she smiled at him. “I’ll get you right in the nuts again.”

Mira backed off a few steps as the older wolf curled up, crying to himself, trying to protect his fiercely aching canine testicles from any further abuse. For the next ten minutes or so, Gorl cried, moaned, whimpered, and squirmed in the dirt. And for those same ten minutes, Mira laughed her tail off. For the first time in a while, she was feeling empowered instead of picked on. And for the first time, well, ever, she was actually hoping he tried to pick on her further. Because she just couldn’t wait to do that again.

“Well, Gorl,” she said with a giggle, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Enjoy your aching nuts. I’m going to go swimming with the girls. And I’m going to tell them exactly what I saw, and just how hard I kicked it!”

With that, she skipped off down the trail, still laughing. Mira couldn’t wait to till all the girls she’d finally given her brother what he had coming. And who knew, maybe they’d even ask her to give them a demonstration.

[Gen-ichi]

Erm, it's a bit rough in linework but it was a speedy request made to a friend, happy she did it for me ^^

just some playful big-paw ball crushing <3

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6135772

comment here and/or there what ya think ^.=.^

[Alec Anaconda]

Originally Posted by Mythical Pain

Mira yelped in pain as she landed upon her black furred butt against the hardened earth. ...



I’m growing ever fonder of your anthropomorphic characters and love the way you skilfully morph wolves into cute, dog-like, early humans.

I’m now a fan.

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Erm, it's a bit rough in linework but it was a speedy request made to a friend, happy she did it for me ^^

just some playful big-paw ball crushing <3

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6135772

comment here and/or there what ya think ^.=.^

Very nice pic! Looks like you're getting nicely squished, hehehe. Think I saw it on FA, too.


Originally Posted by Mythical Pain

Mira yelped in pain as she landed upon her black furred butt against the hardened earth. ...



I’m growing ever fonder of your anthropomorphic characters and love the way you skilfully morph wolves into cute, dog-like, early humans.

I’m now a fan.

Alec Anaconda

Thank you very much! Really glad you've enjoyed my stories so far. I've got more like this on the way. Kinda hoping to have something new to add to this thread once every week, or every other week at least.

I'll probably do something else with Mira soon, and might post another little story with Melissa as well. I have one half written where her older brother makes the mistake of trying to hassle her first thing in the morning while she's trying to sleep in. Doesn't end well for the older fox's testicles, lol.

Oh, and if you've not seen them I've also two longer-form stories uploaded to this thread a while back, where a fox and coyote get kicked around by a human princess.

Anyway thanks again, from what I've seen you're a great writer yourself so that's a very big compliment!

[joe2235]

nice job. more please

[2nutbuster]

What a hot photo. I love how he is strong, his arms are big. I love that.



The story was male human(evil communist guy) vs female dragon and male dragon vs female human in a tag team match, I drew something and eventually want to get it properly colored, attached what I've got so far


I'm also going to do a comic with evil communist guy as a furry getting beaet on by a sexy rabbit/fox/something else but NO TIME!

[jack-curt]

Hi here some nice pic from bondage fox, who gets trouble with an eagle.

[Strange_Fool_215]

Out of curiosity, I'd like to ask a question.

Are people finding this kind of material more interesting than it would be if it were just 'plain human' busting going on? Equally interesting?

Are there people who like it on the basis of "it's less interesting this way, but I'll take what I can get?"

[Alec Anaconda]

Anyway thanks again, from what I've seen you're a great writer yourself so that's a very big compliment!

That, Mythical Pain, is the nicest thing ever written about me on this forum.

You’ve made my day!

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

That, Mythical Pain, is the nicest thing ever written about me on this forum.

You’ve made my day!

Alec Anaconda

You're quite welcome!

Have you ever considered writing a quick little story with an anthropomorphic character getting busted? Or perhaps a sexy dragon slayer woman who decides to catch the dragon alive and bind him up to teach him that all that armor doesn't do him much good when she can just kick his balls? Hehe.

Oh, and has anyone else had a chance to read my little wolfy story?

[jabby]

Read it, loved it as usual. :thumbup

[poiu]

Mythical Pain: great stuff as always. Your description and backstory always go above and beyond -- your characters are so fully fleshed-out, way more than any other BB author I can think of. (Heck, my serial characters don't have half the characterization that your throw-away ones do...you've said as much about Gorl and Mira in 1K words as I've said about P'oiu or Lia in 50K.)

I will say that your snippets always feel like a bit of a tease, which is both a good and a bad thing :P You tend to write these wonderful descriptive scenes that build up to one solid kick and then nothing more. I'd love to see you do the opposite sometime and really go to town, bashing around some dragon danglies/gryphon gonads/etc. well beyond their normal limits. I'm not saying you have break anything, but convincing a male that he might be about to lose a nut or two can be awfully fun. (I can totally imagine a dragon at the mercy of a female knight, the knight taking out her frustrations on his scaly sac and going a bit further than she intended to, the dragon growing increasingly worried that she intends to end his line entirely...)


As for me: wish I could be better about contributing here, but real life gets in the way :P Still working on the end of Dragon Slaying, and some Pokemon/Underground League stuff, and even some MLP:FiM material (hey Big Mac, it's apple-bucking season!), but I'm writing at a pretty glacial rate, so I don't know when I'll next finish something. Maybe I'll pop in with some snippets of my own sometime soon.

[One from the Vaults]

Well it becomes a matter of realism, right? There has to be very different psychological stuff at play in order for repeated and persistent busting to be plausible. Like, in most instances in which a kick would happen, one is probably all that's needed.

but... that doesn't mean there aren't situations that could be described realistically (without positing a deranged protagonist) that would go further.

[Mythical Pain]

Read it, loved it as usual. :thumbup

Thanks very much! ::Grins:: You should write up a little quicky story,too. Half the reason I'm posting some of these quickies lately is to keep this thread going strong and to encourage other folks to give writing a try, too! We can always use more furry/dragon/gryphon ball busting stories!


Mythical Pain: great stuff as always. Your description and backstory always go above and beyond -- your characters are so fully fleshed-out, way more than any other BB author I can think of. (Heck, my serial characters don't have half the characterization that your throw-away ones do...you've said as much about Gorl and Mira in 1K words as I've said about P'oiu or Lia in 50K.)

I will say that your snippets always feel like a bit of a tease, which is both a good and a bad thing :P You tend to write these wonderful descriptive scenes that build up to one solid kick and then nothing more. I'd love to see you do the opposite sometime and really go to town, bashing around some dragon danglies/gryphon gonads/etc. well beyond their normal limits. I'm not saying you have break anything, but convincing a male that he might be about to lose a nut or two can be awfully fun. (I can totally imagine a dragon at the mercy of a female knight, the knight taking out her frustrations on his scaly sac and going a bit further than she intended to, the dragon growing increasingly worried that she intends to end his line entirely...)


As for me: wish I could be better about contributing here, but real life gets in the way :P Still working on the end of Dragon Slaying, and some Pokemon/Underground League stuff, and even some MLP:FiM material (hey Big Mac, it's apple-bucking season!), but I'm writing at a pretty glacial rate, so I don't know when I'll next finish something. Maybe I'll pop in with some snippets of my own sometime soon.

Thanks very much Poiu, that's a huge compliment! I do try and include some characterization even in the quickie stories, I think it makes the kicks and the story itself that much more enjoyable. At least to me!

As for the snippets being a bit of a tease...I guess that's the way I roll, hehe. I figure when I'm writing about a young wolf or fox, in a sort of situation where it's a sister kicking him in the nuts...realistically, one kick and a young male's gonna be bawling on the ground for a while.

Though, more to the point, both Gorl/Mira and Melissa/Adam were written up specifically to be a real quick, one-shot story. Basically, something I could write in one evening, and toss up on this forum, and the furry sites the same night. Case in point, I actually started a different story with Melissa and her brother before I'd even started the one I actually posted, and still haven't finished that one. In that one, it's her older brother, and as he thinks he's tougher and tries to get her back with some vicious titty twisters, he definitely ends up getting more then a single kick. He gets a kick, a knee, and a squeeze, and she might get him again later. Guess I should post that one up, too, eh?

The more kicks and ball abuse I squeeze in there, the longer it takes me to write it, obviously, and if I can't get it done in a night, it defeats my original idea to try and throw a new story up here every week or every couple weeks.

In Princess/Pets though they get a few busts each per chapter, hehe. Nothing that's gonna burst anything, but then again, there wouldn't be a story to continue if that happened hehe.

But rest assured, I do definitely have ideas for longer stories featuring more intense busting sessions. Melissa inviting some friends over to gang up on Adam, Princess Rebecca really going to down...

And yes, a dragon getting his stones knocked around for quite a while by a human woman. My question to myself there is, do I want to just do a long, intense busting session, or do I wanna take the in-depth, long-form story idea I have for that that would lend itself to such a scene?

Maybe both, lol.

And I definitely think you should toss up some snippets of your own on here, your stuff is great! I think we should have a new BB story on this thread from someone at least once a week, and if more, even better!

[Mythical Pain]

Well it becomes a matter of realism, right? There has to be very different psychological stuff at play in order for repeated and persistent busting to be plausible. Like, in most instances in which a kick would happen, one is probably all that's needed.

but... that doesn't mean there aren't situations that could be described realistically (without positing a deranged protagonist) that would go further.

That's kind of how I see it, too. In some stories, like the latest one, I don't wanna necessarily set up Mira as the girl being bullied...and then have her go so overboard Gorl might lose a wolf nard. ::Giggle:: I figure after all that time getting shoved around for much of her life, and still being a fairly young wolf....

...Seeing her brother crumple to the floor in tears from a well aimed kick is more then enough for her to feel some sweet feminine justice.

Of course, that's not to say she might not start getting him there all the time, or that she might not stop by with her friends sometime to take turns trying out that particular move!

I'd say I don't really want my female characters to come across as totally deranged kicking machines as you put it...but as I say that, I know plenty of folks would think Rebecca was completely deranged for kicking for Foxy and Thrag/Puppy all the time. :D

So I'll say, I like to maintain at least a little plausibility.

That said, if a female soldier at war with dragons catches a male dragon...or a female dragon slayer, who religiously hates dragons catches a male dragon, for example...well, it's certainly plausible she'd be messed up enough, or furious enough, to feel justified in busting his balls all day long! ( Especially if it was a dragon known for attacking villages or something. )

Which, is one of the future stories I may do, hehe. Still gotta finish up Princess/Pets Chapter 3 though!

[Alec Anaconda]

You're quite welcome!

Have you ever considered writing a quick little story with an anthropomorphic character getting busted? Or perhaps a sexy dragon slayer woman who decides to catch the dragon alive and bind him up to teach him that all that armor doesn't do him much good when she can just kick his balls? Hehe.

Oh, and has anyone else had a chance to read my little wolfy story?


Best I leave the furry tales, of furry balls hanging under furry tails, to the experts.

My publisher is nagging for a new novel, and so many other things need to be finished yesterday.

Where do the days go?

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Best I leave the furry tales, of furry balls hanging under furry tails, to the experts.


Still, bet you could whip up a fun little scene!

And keep hoping someone else will step up and add some more stories! Come on Folks, Poiu and I can't be the only ones who enjoy writing tales of furry nuts being mashed, help us keep this thread strong!

[WhispyWillow]

Still, bet you could whip up a fun little scene!

And keep hoping someone else will step up and add some more stories! Come on Folks, Poiu and I can't be the only ones who enjoy writing tales of furry nuts being mashed, help us keep this thread strong!

Well, I posted a link to one of my stories at the top of the previous page, and no one commented on it at all...Will probably have another one finished up soon, too.

I'd paste them into here, but they're often immense. That one was maybe 5 pages or more.

[One from the Vaults]

Most of us don't have accounts on FA and therefore can't follow the link.

[Mythical Pain]

Well, I posted a link to one of my stories at the top of the previous page, and no one commented on it at all...Will probably have another one finished up soon, too.

I'd paste them into here, but they're often immense. That one was maybe 5 pages or more.

I totally missed that! Guess I was expecting something posted on the page rather then a link lol, but I'll go check it out as soon as I have a chance.

OneFrom is right, though, not everyone here has an FA account, and if not, will be unable to read your story. I've got one these days, made it to start posting some of my stories.

I think this forum is mostly more M/F then M/M oriented, that's why I never posted my Dragon Tribe story here. ( One male dragon busting another male dragon's balls, plus oral. ) but I posted it on FA and SF.

I see you co-wrote that one with Hooves, hehe. I like his work a lot, but as I'm not as into ********** as he is, sometimes it's a bit more then I was hoping to see happen to his poor charries. ::Grins:: Anyway thanks for posting and sharing, hope to see more!

I'll let ya know what I think when I get a chance to read it, might comment over there. Oh, and don't worry about the size, Princess and Pet chapters one and two were both something like 7-10 pages long, but I posted them up here anyway. The formatting and the size of the text box here makes it more bearable.

[millktm]

I'm really loving this topic. I'm usually more of a visual person, but the way some of you right these stories is really amazing! Keep this thread going!

[Alec Anaconda]

Still, bet you could whip up a fun little scene!


And keep hoping someone else will step up and add some more stories! Come on Folks, Poiu and I can't be the only ones who enjoy writing tales of furry nuts being mashed, help us keep this thread strong!


This is my first try at furry.

I expect it will also be my last, for I don’t like this tale at all.





Mrs Tidiwinkle, the year old tortoiseshell pussycat, screeched as only cats can, when Mr Pickles grabbed her tail with his teeth.

‘Nasty oversize mongrel,’ she thought, quickly escaping upstairs and leaving Mr Pickles vainly attempting, yet again, to force his head through the very stair gate bars designed to keep him out of the bedrooms.

‘I’ll rest on my servants’ bed,’ Mrs Tidiwinkle contemplated, but a sounds of a thump followed by a sharp intake of breath ****** her to stop and study the bedroom, through the crack in the half open door.

This pussycat noticed her people had discarded their coats, stood upright, and the food servant was kicking the dirt-tray servant between his legs.

Fascinated, Mrs Tidiwinkle resisted her instinct to stroll in and play cute.

Food servant seemed to concentrating her blows upon the dangly bits, the parts he always kept well away from sharp claws.



Suddenly, dirt-tray servant uttered a growl, carried food servant to the bed, then began to stroke and kiss her all over.

‘I always wonder how she licked herself clean down there. How clever, getting him to do it!’ mused the cat.

Abandoning all thoughts of sleeping upon her favourite bed, Mrs Tidiwinkle curled up with just one eye open to watch the continuing action.



***



Ten minutes later, the pussycat awoke, thinking,

‘If I touch that flee bitten dog’s dangly bits, perhaps he’ll be kind to me’.



Without further delay, Mrs Tidiwinkle found Mr Pickles standing with his paws on the windowsill.

She stood between his lower legs and powered her hard bony head into her target.

Far from being pleased, the shocked creature yelped, leapt onto windowsill, crashing into the glass with a resounding bang.

Mr Pickles howled as a demented banshee, cowered and shivered.

‘Funny, dog does not seem to like that at all. I’ll have to try again later’.



The wretched hound jumped from his perch, as the inner pane of the double glazed unit cracked.

He landed halfway across the room, shattering the coffee table that broke his fall.

Mrs Tidiwinkle spat as a dislodged screw parted her whiskers then ran up the curtains.

As heavy footsteps pounded down wooden stairs, the glass split three more times in quick succession.

Mr Pickles regurgitated his food, forming a steaming volcano upon the new carpet.



***



Within the sunny back garden, Mr Pickles sat as far as he could from Mrs Tidiwinkle, with his gaze firmly locked in her direction.

Each time the pussycat moved, he moved away from her.



***



By dusk, an apple-drunk wasp, buzzing one of his old bones handing from a branch, distracted Mr Pickles.

‘Let’s see if I can get it right this time. I’ll do it harder,’ resolved Mrs Tidiwinkle, silently positioning her head beneath his back legs.



To be fair, pussycat did not notice the wasp when her hard head pounded into Mr Pickles’ balls, but he most defiantly did.

Mr Pickles’ pathetic heart-chilling yelps, as he bounded away, brought the servants to the garden.

The tormented hound cleared the six-foot fence first time, and then howled as tyres screamed and a truck horn blasted.

Mrs Tidiwinkle strolled though the open door and decided the airing cupboard would suit for her nap.

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Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

This is my first try at furry.

I expect it will also be my last, for I don’t like this tale at all.




HAH! Great stuff!

I hope it's not your last attempt at furry stories, cause I quite enjoyed it! Thanks for posting. That dog oughta give that cat a lot more respect from now on, if he knows what's good for his balls, hehehe.

[Alec Anaconda]

HAH! Great stuff!


I hope it's not your last attempt at furry stories, cause I quite enjoyed it! Thanks for posting. That dog oughta give that cat a lot more respect from now on, if he knows what's good for his balls, hehehe.


Thank you for you kind words.

And thank you to those who visited my publisher’s special offer.

I suppose that as I left my reader(s) to imagine the dog’s demise, I could continue, except for a rather sad coincidence.

I’ve just found out that the dog’s name I used was far too similar to one owned by a celebrity.

That dog recently died in tragic circumstances.

In the unlikely event that this celebrity uses this forum, I apologise unreservedly and hope I have not caused any further grief.

Although I do not watch this celebrity’s work, I expect I overheard it while reading a book, unconsciously remembering the name.

Alec Anaconda

[SagaDC]

One quickie. Nothing graphic, just another Sonic-styled sketch done by someone on Deviantart.

http://xxxxcosmoxxxx.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=96#/d30xgyc

[Mythical Pain]

One quickie. Nothing graphic, just another Sonic-styled sketch done by someone on Deviantart.

http://xxxxcosmoxxxx.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=96#/d30xgyc

Lol that's awesome! Tails deserves it too, that bratty fox definitely needs his puppy makers kicked!

[millktm]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2684335/

This has always been one of my favorites.

[millktm]

http://laslindas.katbox.net/?p=387

Here's one that was linked to earlier, but the link changed. Thankfully I was able to find it again!

[SagaDC]

A story on Fur Affinity: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6387065
It's M/F Lion/Tiger with ********** and penectomy. A bit extreme for my tastes, but very well written. The writer is currently taking commissions.

[poiu]

Small Dragon Slaying update:
It's not dead! It's also not finished. But here's a little something just to show it's not abandoned, and to hopefully revive this thread (seriously, everybody, post your stories/pics/ideas!)

FIRST: Here's the entire story so far in PDF format (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=DMASK55J). In case you want a nice compilation of all 14 chapters, or in case you need to re-read the damn thing to remember what's happened so far :P

SECOND: Here's the beginning of the final chapter. It's not much, but it's something, and hopefully the rest will come soon. (I've actually written a lot of the chapter, but the middle third is giving me trouble...turns out a 3-on-1 ball-popping climax is kind of tricky to pull off. Whodathunk?)

Anyway, enjoy. Comments appreciated as always. Previous chapter here (http://furryballbusting.blogspot.com/2011/01/dragon-slaying-13-decisions-decisions.html).



In any other situation, I imagine I would have been thrilled to have three gorgeous, naked women all so focused on my groin. Hell, I'd fantasized about scenes like this since I was teenager...and the particular selection of ladies in front of me had the kind of curves that made my balls ache with need.

Unfortunately, given the circumstances, I knew my balls would soon be aching for a much less pleasant reason.

"So." Opal looked a bit nervous. "Uh...what's the plan, exactly?"

"What's there to plan?" Kayla asked, sauntering up between my legs. The orca glanced down at my scaly orbs for a moment before giving a half-hearted kick -- practically a gentle nudge, by her standards, but still enough to make me grunt in pain. "We drain 'em, we pound 'em, and we pop 'em. It's not complicated."

"We pop one," Lia corrected, stepping forward herself. She flicked my sac with a toeclaw, earning another involuntary grunt as the ache shot straight to my abdomen. "And even popping just one of his balls is going to be a hell of a lot of work. The stubborn little things might as well be made of rubber."

Another toe-flick from the ruby-scaled dragoness sent a third jolt of nutache through my body. This time the pain throbbed in my gut for a moment before fading away, and I exhaled tensely, fighting back a quiet groan as my stomach tightened and relaxed. I shot Lia an exasperated look, hoping for some sympathy from my potential mate-to-be, but the mischievous grin that I got in return told me that the female intended to toy with me as much as possible.

Stupid sexy Lia.

"Well then, how exactly are we gonna do this?" Kayla planted a hand on her bare hip, looking up at the dragoness. "I get that Opal's on cock-sucking duty, but what about us -- you wanna take turns stomping one into jelly? Use his sac as a punching bag? Squeeze the spunk out of one, maybe?" The female looked down at my groin. “I mean, I doubt I’m big enough to get a grip on his stones, but with those claws of yours you could have him squealing soprano in no time...”

If Opal's face was red from the cock-sucking comment, mine was twice as green from the list of nut tortures that followed. As Kayla rattled off a list of potential plans for popping my plum, I felt myself grow increasingly nauseous, each treatment worse than the last. The look on Lia’s face didn’t help, either. I could see a hint of a smile gathering at the corners of her mouth, and after a moment she shifted her stance, now drumming her toes atop my soon-to-be-doomed dragonmakers. It was hardly the first time Lia had been poised to flatten my nuts, and yet I had never been so acutely aware of the practiced ease with which she pinned my orbs to the floor. I tried not to imagine how many other males she'd teased into a frenzy and then stomped into oblivion…how many scaly spuds had been ground into goo between her claws…how many dragon testicles had already burst between her toes. Dear god, why I had I ever agreed to this?

"Ooh, or maybe some tail-busting! Slam that thing up between his legs, see if anything breaks. I used to love doing that to my boyfriend. Er, ex-boyfriend." The orca glanced back at her tail flukes, smiling nostalgically. "Ex-boy, actually. Anyway, with an ass like yours, I'm sure you can crack that thing like a whip -- I'll bet you could shatter his nut like it was made of glass."

That mental image was enough -- my stomach crawled at the thought. "Are you seriously going to discuss all this right in front of me?!" I blurted, staring wide-eyed at the trio of females. "You realize I'm right here listening, right?"

"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't we discuss this around you?" Lia rolled one of my dragonmakers beneath her foot, putting a little weight on the fat sphere and making me groan involuntarily. "I mean, we're going to be doing all these things to you in a minute anyway -- you might as well know what's coming."

"Urrgh." I let out a tense breath, fighting the urge to groan again as the dragoness continued toying with my nutsac. "I really just want to get this over with."

"Hey -- I'm not the one with balls of steel. If it was up to me, we'd be done already." The red female shifted her weight for a moment, earning a wheezing gasp from me before she lifted her foot away entirely. "But if it makes you feel better, we'll discuss it in private." She grinned. "That way it'll be a surprise."

"Great," I answered sarcastically. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

"Before that, though, I've got to ask you one more question." The dragoness knelt between my spread legs, planting one hand on my thigh to ease herself to the ground, and her eyes flicked upwards to meet my own. In any other situation, the predatory look on my mate-to-be's face would have been an incredible turn-on. As it was...well, it was actually still pretty sexy, but that was negated by the shiver that ran down my spine as she took hold of my scaly pair.

"Alright, stud, moment of truth." The dragoness hefted my swollen spunk-makers in her claws, rolling my marbles between her fingers for a moment and feeling their weight. "Which should I pop, lefty or righty?"

"Uh…" I had no idea. Was there a difference? "L-Lefty, I guess."

The female grinned. "Righty it is," she replied, delivering a friendly flick to the now-doomed gonad before letting my sac slip from her fingers.

I groaned weakly at the burst of pain that spread through my gut, my head jerking upwards for a moment before falling back to the ground once again. Dear god -- if this worked out, it was going to be one hell of a marriage. At least I'd be saving some other poor dragon from getting his stones pounded to a pulp.

Lia gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze, then climbed to her feet, turning to face the other girls. I tried to enjoy the view, my eyes tracing the sexy curve of her rear, but when I reached her tail I could only imagine it snapping upwards between my legs, crushing my balls into my pelvis. I felt nauseous for a moment, remembering some of the warning tailflicks she’d given me on the long journey home, and imagining how much worse a full-force slam would have been. Sure, my terrible case of blue balls might have saved a rupture, but just the thought...ugh.

[Mythical Pain]

http://laslindas.katbox.net/?p=387

Here's one that was linked to earlier, but the link changed. Thankfully I was able to find it again!

LOL! I love it!

[Johnni]

Have you guys seen the Ball Brawl flash game over at fa? It's non-graphical unfortunately but that allows for a lot more dynamic fighting.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6507824

[Mythical Pain]

Awesome little Snippet, Poiu, thanks for sharing! Love it.

Got a pic to bump the thread with. Not really a ballbusting pic, but...

http://www.herpy.net/gallery/data/media/34/doodlies_tied_monster.jpg

Tell me that creature's not begging to have his fat monster testicles kicked and stomped by some angry, bare foot girls from the local village?

[Fallen Arts]

Found a pic that fits here pretty well, not really ballbusting, it's more like **********. http://d.facdn.net/art/aggrobadger/1318776947.aggrobadger_pic9.png
It's well drawn and I think it's a good find.

[Mythical Pain]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2684335/

This has always been one of my favorites.

Yup I like that one a lot too!

[Dragonith]

i'm loving all these pictures, please keep them coming

[burnesmetz]

Found a pic that fits here pretty well, not really ballbusting, it's more like **********. http://d.facdn.net/art/aggrobadger/1318776947.aggrobadger_pic9.png
It's well drawn and I think it's a good find.

Really good pic ;)

[Mythical Pain]

This thread needs more furry ballbusting! Been too quiet around here lately. Luckily, I have a solution...another story!

This one's another story involving Melissa, my ball kicking vixen, along with one of her brothers. This time, her victim is Jerrod, her older brother. I actually started this story before I wrote the one involving Adam that I've posted on here previously. So I came back to this one, and changed a few of the details to make it "gel" with Melissa's little universe.

This one also features more then a single shot in the nuts, so if you've been craving a fox or other canine getting his balls pounded a few times in a row ( Poui, hehe. ) well then by all means, read on!

This one also features a Melissa who is, perhaps, a little older then in the first story. It also has a few character details about her, and introduces her older brother Jerrod who learns the hard way trying to boss his sister around is a bad idea...





“Melissa!” The heavy knock on her door and the obnoxiously loud calling of her name roused the young vixen from what had been a delightfully deep slumber. “Melissa!”

Melissa lay curled and warm in her bed. It was Saturday morning, and thanks to a thick blanket of snow covering the neighborhood, there was no way the young vixen was going to be venturing too far from home. She certainly wouldn’t be able to get out of the driveway without spending the morning shoveling snow, and, well, that wasn’t going to happen. Despite what her older brother might have thought.

“Melissa!” The older fox called again, this time cracking her door open to glare in at her. “Get your ass up and help me shovel the damn driveway.”

“No,” the younger female murmured, rolling over onto her other side and away from the harsh light streaming in from the hallway. “Go away, Jerrod. Get Adam to do it.”

Jerrod opened the door wider, slipped a black furred hand inside, and flicked on the light in Melissa’s room. “Adam’s at his friend’s again. You better be up in five minutes and ready to help me out.”

The hell I will, Melissa thought. But Jerrod left and shut the door behind him, leaving her room bathed in blinding light, and leaving her retort muffled by the pale-blue painted door. Melissa pulled the covers up over her head, trying to blot out the light. While her dark blue comforter did an admirable job, it wasn’t enough, and she knew she was going to have to get out of bed and turn that light off if she wanted to get any more sleep.

With a frustrated sigh, the young vixen slipped out of her covers and out of bed. Squinting against the light, she peered at herself in the mirror, giggling at the way her fur was all ruffled up from sleep. Like most her kind , the young vixen’s body was covered mostly in soft, dark reddish orange fur. Both of her ears were tipped in black, and both her hands and feet were covered entirely in silky ebony fur, as well. Almost like little black gloves and socks. Her face was also red, darkest along the back of her neck and the soft, thicker slightly tufted fur of her cheeks. Her nose was black was well, and a smudge of black fur extended around the edges of it, beyond her tiny whiskers, up along the edges of her snout. Her eyes, though, she thought were her prettiest feature. An arresting, sparkling emerald color, a bit of a rarity among canines and their relatives which made them all the more beautiful! Or so she liked to think.

The fur along her throat faded to a pretty pale cream that extended all down along her chest, over her belly, and onward, eventually splashing across her thighs. Most of that was covered up though, thanks to the baggy black sleeping t-shirt she wore overnight. The black T hung halfway to her knees, and she wore little beneath it, just a pair of panties with a cute cartoon kitty upon them. Not that she needed anything else in the privacy of her own room, let alone when she slept.

For a moment, Melissa modeled for herself in the mirror. She had to admit, a big black t-shirt did look sort of cute on her, in a “loner” kind of way. Which was fitting, she thought, given that she’d always been sort of a loner. She wouldn’t go so far as to call herself a tomboy, but she didn’t have a whole lot of friends. Not that she wanted a lot, she’d always been fine with just having a few very close friends. She pulled the hem of her shirt down a little, causing her breasts to press out against it, nipples just barely outlined thanks to the cool air in her room. Hmm, not bad she thought.

Melissa pulled up her shirt to look at her body for a moment, hiking it up high enough to see her white furred breasts, too. She tilted her vulpine head back and forth, twitching a black furred ear. She had to admit, she had a pretty nice body. Nice and curvy, even if she had just a tiny bit more “curves” around her belly then she’d really like. Still, she was in good shape, she’d always enjoyed running. And more importantly, she was happy with it, and that was what mattered.

Melissa dropped her shirt back down, and went to her desk to pick up one of her favorite stuffed animals, a blue teddy bear she’d gotten from her mother when she was very little. She held the stuffed bear to her chest, and peered around her room. The vixen had finally gotten around to cleaning it just the other day, and most of her formerly cluttered possessions had ended up in her closet. Now, though, she kind of missed the clutter. At least her desk was still littered with little trinkets and toys, her bookshelf overflowing with books and more stuffed animals and decorations. She didn’t have too many posters on her walls, just a few. A metal band she liked, a movie she loved, and a particularly attractive, black furred wolf from some fantasy flick. She hugged her teddy and tossed it onto her bed, then went to turn off the light.

Once the room was once more bathed in soothing darkness, she sat back on her bed. Damn it. Now she felt wide awake. She’d been waiting all week to try and actually get some sleep for once, and now her stupid older brother was ruining it. Just because their parents were out of town, he expected her to do all the work around here? She’d already told him she would do HER chores, and not his, and he knew well enough that Adam, her younger sibling, was supposed to help with shoveling snow this month, not her! All he had to do was call the younger fox and tell him to get his tail back here and help out, but no, he had to bother his sister. As usual.

Sometimes Jerrod really pissed her off. He always had thought he could push her around and boss her just because he was older. At least he didn’t go out of his way to pick on her these days the way he had when they were younger. For a few years it had seemed like the older fox couldn’t make it through a day without shoving her down, or yanking her tail, or twisting her ears. At least she’d found a good way to fight back eventually, even if at first it had been almost entirely by accident.

Melissa burst into giggles as she remembered the shocked, bug-eyed look on Jerrod’s face the first time she’d ever kicked him “there.” Boy had he gone down like a sack full of rocks. Particularly stupid and spiteful rocks, she thought, with a smile. Laughing to herself, she wiggled her black furred toes against soft, pale cream carpet of her floor, and leaned back onto her elbows atop her bed. Once she was comfortable, she found a yawn soon breaking out across her muzzle.

Ah, maybe she could get back to sleep after -

“Melissa!” Jerrod yelled, throwing the door open. Or, maybe not.

“Go AWAY!” Melissa snarled at him, sitting up a little bit again to glare at her older brother.

“Damn it, Melissa! You’re not even dressed yet.” Jerrod walked towards her, baring his teeth in frustration with his younger sibling. No way he was gonna do all the work shoveling the drive way while she slept in. “Put some clothes on before I drag you out by your ears and throw you in the snow! …Again!”

Oh. Oh, now that was it. It had been years ago when he’d done that to her, but he sure liked to bring it up. Melissa leaned back onto her hands a little bit more, snapping her jaws to distract the older fox from the fact she was carefully and stealthily positioning her black furred feet near the area between his own.

“Don’t you snap at me,” Jerrod said, folding his arms over his chest.

Melissa smirked at him. “You know, Jerrod, I had a question for you.”

Jerrod blinked, and unfolded his arms, slightly unsure where this was leading. He scratched at one of his own black furred ears. “Uh…ok?”

“Did you ever want another sister?”

“Hell no,” he said, snorting. “I’ve got more then enough already.”

“Oh,” Melissa said as casually as she could, looking him over. The older fox bore a great resemblance to her, aside from being male of course. He was a bit taller, and a little more muscular, though she’d hardly call him a jock or anything, despite what he might like to think of himself. His fur was a bit darker, with a little more black across the end of his muzzle. Jerrod was already dressed for the day, wearing slightly baggy looking blue jeans, and simple tennis shoes. He had a blue t-shirt on, with a dark fleece sweat shirt on over the top of it. She also couldn’t help but notice just how wide open he’d left himself. Silly male was way too confident for his own good, as though he never thought she’d “dare” to do that again.

“Well,” Melissa said, smiling sweetly up at the older fox. “I always wanted another sister.” Her smile turned twisted and cruel. “Let’s see if I can make one!”

With that, she leaned back onto her bed and kicked her older brother right between his legs. Like a rocket shooting off it’s launch pad, her bare, black furred foot accelerated as it rose until it achieved maximum and nearly fox-neutering velocity before smashing straight into the older vulpine’s unprotected testicles. THWACK! Melissa felt a very satisfying crunch against the top of her foot as it hit home against the male fox’s two most precious possessions. In an instant the young vixen’s black furred bare foot had gone from flying through the air, to a dead stop wedged between her brother’s furry thighs.

“AAARRRRPP!” Jerrod reacted with a very loud, very high, and very canine yelp of agony. Hot, sharp pain exploded between the fox’s legs as vulpine testes were quite thoroughly mashed into his body by his younger sister’s foot. Both white furred eggs took the full brunt of the punishment too, though they tried to slip to either side of the female’s foot, they didn’t have enough room to maneuver inside the fox’s jeans and boxers.

Jerrod’s own darker eyes popped out of their sockets, and went completely cross even as tears sprung from them. He doubled over to grab his suddenly and horrifically aching balls as leaden pain began to throb from them, and into his belly. No sooner did the young fox have his privates clutched in both hands then he crumpled to his knees at the side of Melissa’s bed. He hunched forward with a pitiful groan, a few tears dripping through his fur or down to the floor.

“Oooooooh! Oooooh, oooh, my balls!” The fox sat upon his knees for several long moments, just clutching himself, trembling, his ears twisted back against his skull, snout all scrunched up in a grimace of purely male agony. “You got me in the balls,” he wheezed.

“Of course I got you in the balls,” Melissa said through bursts of laughter. Ooh, that was fun! He hadn’t even seen it coming, and he went down so easy, too. Just like always, she supposed, but it had been a little while since she’d been able to do that without getting yelled at by her mother. “That’s what I was aiming for, after all.”

The male fox didn’t reply at first, just held himself, whimpering and sniffling. Melissa put her foot upon his chest as he sat hunched over on his knees. “How’s it feel?”

“Horrible,” Jerrod managed to say in a voice that was somehow half angry snarl, half agonized whimper. “You got them both that time!”

That only caused Melissa to burst out laughing even harder. Did he mean to say that sometimes she didn’t? Well, that was news to her. She’d just assumed kicking there meant she made both of those silly things hurt. Perhaps she’d have to work on her aim in the future. Maybe Jerrod would be up for some practice sessions?

“Good,” Melissa said with a smirk. “I hope I popped one!”

Melissa quickly shoved him with her foot, and he toppled over as easily as a wobbly pile of Jenga logs. He landed on his back, and quickly rolled over to his side, curling up tightly. Then he rolled once more onto his belly, with his fluffy red furred tail sticking up over his butt. Though his tail was sort of limply half hanging over, like a red and black tipped flag signaling his defeat.

For a few minutes, Jerrod just lay on his belly, his chin stretched out against the floor. Moaning in pain and now and then lifting one leg at the knee, his foot rising into the air. Once in a while, he rolled over onto his side, and then rolled right back onto his belly again. It was quite a sight, really, Melissa couldn’t help but giggle at the way he kept squirming in pain for minute after minute. And just how many times could one fox moan the words “Oh my balls, oh my balls” anyway?

“Ooooh, my baaaalls,” Jerrod said. At least once more, it seemed.

When her giggles and laughter had finally died down, the vixen worked herself back under her covers, pulling them back up around her shoulders. She curled up on her side, peering down at her agonized brother. Much as she wanted to go back to sleep, she wasn’t going to be able to get any shuteye while he was still moaning and crying on her floor. So she decided she might as well tease him a little.

“Right in the puppy-makers, huh Bro?” She giggled at him, teasing him from the comfort of her own bed. She had to admit, it was awfully fun seeing her older brother all curled and helpless, squirming on the floor of her room. “Must really hurt to be a boy.”

“Shut up,” Jerrod managed to gasp. “I’m gonna kill you when I get up.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Melissa said, propping her muzzle up on her hand with her elbow on the bed. “I’ll get those furry little kit-makers of yours worse then ever if you even try it.”

Jerrod muttered something indecipherable under his breath, and ****** himself to sit up. “I’m gonna twist your damn tits off in a minute!”

Melissa blinked, and sat back up in bed, growling at him. The good humor she’d been in after kicking her bully of a brother in the nuts was quickly evaporating. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’d given her a tortuous titty twister, and she certainly wasn’t going to sit me and let him do it.

“You keep your hands away from my tits, you damn pervert!” She folded her arms over her breasts to protect them, twin twinges of sympathy pains in her nipples. “I don’t even have a bra on!”

“That’s your problem,” Jerrod snapped, slowly standing up, rubbing himself and groaning.

“You set one finger on this bed, and I’ll pop one of those stupid things between your legs!”

That gave Jerrod pause. He wasn’t sure that was actually possible, and neither was Melissa. Of course, she wouldn’t really want to pop one even if she could, at least, she didn’t think she would. But it was a threat that usually sent him packing, and thus a threat she liked to make.

Today, though, Jerrod was in a fighting mood. He suddenly leapt onto the bed, tackling his startled sister. Melissa honestly hadn’t expected him to launch such an aggressive response, let alone right after he’d gotten up. They’d fought plenty of times before, and most of the time, she won.

“I’m gonna kick your ass, you bitch!” Jerrod snarled right into her face, grabbing at her hands to try and pin them down against the bed on either side of her head.

“I’m gonna break your balls!” Melissa snarled right back at him.

The only problem with that was that if he got her pinned down, she was going to have a hard time doing that. So she wriggled and squirmed, struggling like the agile little vixen she was. While she worked to keep him from getting a grip on her hands, she writhed against the bed a little bit, till he ended up kneeling next to her. She kicked the blankets off the bed to free up her legs.

After a moment of trying to pin her hands, Jerrod suddenly switched tactics and started trying to get a grip on one of her nipples, instead. He was serious about giving her the worst titty-twister of her life. Which if she had the time to think about it, she supposed she couldn’t blame him for. But as soon as he tried to grab a nipple, she lashed out with her hand to try and grab his crotch. The older fox yelped in alarm and gave up on trying to get a grip on her in order to reposition himself somewhere that was safer for his testicles.

Which was all part of Melissa’s plan. As soon as he was moving his hips, she was too, squirming around quickly till she managed to get one leg shifted between his own. Jerrod tried to rise up and move again, but it was too late. Melissa jerked her knee up as sharply as she could, plowing her knee and the top of her thigh right into the young fox’s already aching testicles. Melissa felt the older fox’s nuts smashed against her knee, flattening out just a little beneath his jeans.

“D’AAWWWWWHHH!” Jerrod cried out in shock and renewed agony, the pain from the knee in his balls even sharper and more intense then the kick before it. Dark eyes bulged out and rolled back as though they too were trying to escape the hot pain reverberating through the fox’s body. Jerrod collapsed against Melissa and she used that to her advantage. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed down while at the same time, pushed her knee up even harder, her bare red furred thigh smashed against the older fox’s jean-clad furry privates and rump, pressing harder with each passing moment.

“How’s that feel, huh?” Melissa asked, growling and sneering right into his ear. “You like that? Cause I sure do!”

Melissa worked her bare furry knee back and forth against the older fox’s crotch. She could feel Jerrod’s testicles partly trapped there, and as she moved her knee she tried to squish them up against his pelvis, and his thighs. Grinning wickedly, she could even see the rather private orbs bulging out against her older siblings jeans, plump eggs pressed against the denim on either side of her knee. Every time she worked her knee to one side, she could see one of them squish just a little, and each time her older brother gave another yipping vulpine cry of pain.

“AH! AARR! ARP!” Jerrod yelped as Melissa shifted her knee back and forth against him.

Jerrod was trembling now, his face and muzzle all twisted up in pain. Melissa grinned to herself, she’d never gotten him this good before. She’d gotten Adam this well on more then one occasion, but in her younger days even that had sometimes been a result of her being picked on by Jerrod in the first place. Jerrod tried to push himself away from her, tried to grab at her own arms, but by now the pain had sapped the older male’s strength.

Melissa shifted her knee to the side again, giggling when she saw it ****** one of the older fox’s vulpine eggs to bulge out once more. This time she decided to take advantage and make sure the silly thing was really hurting. She had warned him after all, and he insisted on messing with her anyway. She pressed her knee further against his thigh to ensure that his left testicle was trapped, and then she slipped a hand away from his shoulder to drop her fingers down and grab Jerrod’s aching fox nard.

It was easy for Melissa to grasp that vulpine lump too. The older fox’s ball was trapped between her red furred thigh, and his own body, wedged neatly against the area where his leg met his pelvis. Through his jeans, it looked like a fat little egg, and she grabbed at it with her fingers on one side, and her thumb on the other. Though it was tough to do through his jeans, she tried to get her fingers at least a little bit around it. After all, she’d pinched testicles plenty of times before, usually Adam’s. She knew they could be slippery little things.

Yet Jerrod’s puppy maker never had a chance to get away. It was larger then one of Adam’s, and easier to get a grip on. As soon as Melissa had her fingers around it, she tried to smash it. She squeezed it tightly, with her thumb on one side and her fingers on the other attempting to meet in the middle. Jerrod instantly screamed, his back arching in agony as his younger sister gave his left ball a merciless squeezing. His eyes snapped shut, his fangs were bared as he howled, his ears twisted back against his head.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! MY BAAAAAAALL!”

Melissa just laughed and laughed, her own face scrunched up with amusement and effort, a twisted mirror to Jerrod’s pained expression. She could feel the older fox’s testicle trapped in her grasp, it felt fairly firm, and rubbery, and incredibly private. It also felt incredibly vulnerable, and she had to admit it made her feel awfully powerful to have such a thing trapped in her clutches. Gritting her sharp teeth, she squeezed it even harder and could feel it give a little bit, squishing out just a tad inside her hand.

“I think it’s gonna pop!” She laughed, grinning at her helpless brother, who was now too weak to really fight back. Instead he was just wriggling against her, nearly laying atop her, tears streaming from his eyes as he yowled and squirmed.

“HRRRRRHNNNNN! Ooooh, my nut, MY NUT! Let go, please, pleeeease! Let gooooo!”

Melissa growled at him, rolling over to get him off of her. The older fox flopped onto his side against her blue bedclothes, and Melissa lay on her side next to him, his ball still in her grasp. Jerrod gave a pitiful groan between sobs, his black furred fingers weakly probing at those of his sisters in a futile attempt to dislodge them from his aching testicle. The pain was getting worse and worse now, alternatively sharp and hot, aching and stabbing. His tufted red furred cheeks were increasingly soaked with tears as he writhed, unable to save his ball from his sisters wrath.

“Are you sorry yet? Huh?” Melissa snarled at him. “Sorry for being an ass? Well?” She smirked at him when he managed a weak, pathetic nod. “Good! Who’s going to shovel the driveway now? You are, right?”

Jerrod nodded again, anything to get his sister to stop squeezing his furry ball. The young vulpine testicle was aching unbearably now and he was afraid it really was gonna pop! Melissa grinned, her heart pounding away in wicked excitement. Oooh, it was fun to get the best of him. It was fun to make him beg. She tried to squeeze it even harder, listening to him yowl, feeling him writhe next to her. His furry face was totally contorted in pain now.

At this point Melissa’s arm was starting to burn, and she was sure she must have been squeezing his testicle for at least a minute. It definitely felt a little flatter then it had when she’d started. And Jerrod’s balls were definitely bigger then Adam’s, funny how age worked. Not that being more fully matured, if indeed they were, meant the older fox’s testicles were any less tender.

Finally, she released Jerrod’s well-mashed vulpine nard, and forcefully shoved her brother off the bed. He hit the floor with a yelp, and Melissa was right behind him. She grabbed his hands, and stood up, hoisting him halfway off the ground by his arms. He’d left her door open, so she dragged him out into the hallway behind. He didn’t even fight back at this point, just let her drag him, wriggling against the floor and crying to himself, his tail halfway tucked between his thighs.

“Oooh my balls, oooooh, my baaaaalls,” Jerrod moaned as his sister dragged him down the hall, repeating his earlier refrain. “Oooooooh, my baaaaaaallls!”

“Oooooooh,” Melissa moaned in a high pitched voice, copying him and giggling. “My baaaaaaalls!” She added, with a little shake of her rump and tail. “Isn’t it funny, Jerrod? You got beat up by a girl younger then you, who’s only wearing her pajama shirt and panties!” She smirked at him, shaking her head and perking her black tipped ears. “Boys and their nards. So easy to make you cry!”

Melissa dragged him all the way to Adam’s door, wondering if Jerrod’s moans would wake up her little brother. That’d be fitting payback for all the times he’d woken her up in the morning with his stupid anime shows. She held Jerrod’s hands a moment, then quickly pivoted around, and planted her cute black furred foot right between the older fox’s thighs. Jerrod outright squealed like a little girl when she stepped down on both his balls and his sheath. Melissa leaned forward against her foot to make sure her older brother’s silly fox nards were getting nicely squished.

Giggling, Melissa shook her butt back and forth inside her oversized black T-shirt a few times, taunting him. “I kicked your butt, I kicked your butt, I got you in your nuts, I got you in your nuts!”

The vixen’s older brother writhed on the carpet, crying as his sister continued to step on his testicles, yelping sharply now and then when she twisted her foot. She watched him a while, grinning the whole time, feeling like the most powerful girl in the world for at least a few moments.

Finally, she said, “I’m going back to bed, now. You can lay here as long as you need too, and then you better get outside and get that driveway shoveled! I might wanna go to the mall later, and if all that snow’s in the way? I’m gonna kick your little nuts inside out!”

Melissa wasn’t really sure what that meant, but she liked the way it sounded. She finally took her foot off her brother’s crotch, and turned away from him to strut back to her room. Behind her, she could still hear Jerrod crying as he curled up and began to squirm about on the floor once more. But, she’d already watched him do that this morning. Still, she did pause at her doorway to spend a few moments watching her brother roll around, holding his aching nuts. It was good to be a girl.


Melissa laughed, slipped back into her room, and closed the door. She flipped off the light and crawled into bed. Now it was time to get back to some well deserved sleep.

It was going to be a good day after all. Maybe she’d even get Adam later, too.

[One from the Vaults]

Great story as always!

[Arcane]

mythical pain your stories are perfect

[Alec Anaconda]

Your latest work, Mythical Pain, is even better than before.

I like longer than normal action and the threat of erotic counter attack.

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Great story as always!

Thanks very much! Always glad you guys enjoy them! Any favorite parts or moments?


mythical pain your stories are perfect

Wow, I think that's the first time I"ve heard that compliment, thanks much, I really appreciate it! Anything you liked best about that one?


Your latest work, Mythical Pain, is even better than before.

I like longer than normal action and the threat of erotic counter attack.

Alec Anaconda

Awesome! Very glad to hear! I wasn't sure if this one would be as popular or not. So very glad you enjoyed it even more then the others! I'd ask you the same questions but I guess you already said what you liked best! Thanks for the feedback!

I think I may do a follow up, where she wakes up later, finds Adam is watching TV at far too high a volume, nails his balls...then goes out into the driveway to let Jerrod have it again while hes shoveling the drive, hehe.

[0514791]

Mythical Pain: I really did like the story, although it really wasn't my cup of tea. For some reason, I've always liked the consensual busts much better. It was a really good story, but I'm picky XD. That's probably why I liked the princess and her pet series so much, because it was consensual. Well, ****** consensual, but it was still consensual. I don't really like the busts in fights as much, for some reason.

Poui: I liked your update as well. Although, I'm waiting with baited breath for the finale. I know you posted it a while ago, but I can be a bit of a lurker at times. I try to post a little more often than never, but it doesn't happen very often.

[SagaDC]

I tend to only post when I've tracked down something new to share. I did enjoy Mythical Pain's story, though, but that's no surprise. I don't believe I've found anything from MP to be disappointing. Same with Poiu.

Personally, I don't mind if busting is consensual or ******, but I do tend to favor busting over **********. That's not to say that I never like the idea of **********, it just depends on how it's handled. I have a slight preference for F/M over M/M, but it's easily overlooked if the story or image is well done.

Speaking of which:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6876160/ (M/M **********)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6819559/ (M/M Busting)

And Nikyuku is currently working on a little ballbusting game involving a minotaur and a female protagonist. He's using the Japanese version of RPG Maker 2000, and it can run on English Windows-based operating systems with some work. As always, Nikyuku also has many other images to see, both M/M and F/M, but they do tend to be **********- or penectomy-based. You have been warned.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6525987/

[One from the Vaults]

Thanks very much! Always glad you guys enjoy them! Any favorite parts or moments?I liked that one kick was sufficient to incapacitate him... the focus on the single moment works with the intensity, whereas the way a lot of people approach it tends to attenuate that. The pacing you had where he does end up receiving more punishment later was effective... allowing the debilitating kick to stand on its own, but followed up with more punishment. Good stuff.

Also the bits about her embodied experience were good. Erotic and sensual.

[2nutbuster]

Mythical Pain is such a hot and fanastic story! Love the brother vs sister theme, and how much tougher and stronger he was to her. I love that her eyes were a light yellow, while his were a darker golden color, that makes him seem much more masculine, I can just picture his confident stare with those eyes and his fangs showing in a mean intimidating look. Love that he was shirtless, nothing but a thin loin cloth to cover his most prized and proud male parts. I bet he was so muscular too, thick arms and abs, so hot!

I also loved when he laughed his furry tail would sway back and forward, that was cute and cocky of him. Then once she saw his big furry nuts hanging there vunlerable between his spread legs, I knew he was going to be finished. And finished he was, just one solid kick and his balls shot upwards, esp his left nut got squished flat, jiggled a little bit, and then they fell back normally into his low sack. I love how he just stood there with his facial expression, hands on his balls, and doubled over, making a high pitch sound, then turning to a low pitch moan....that was hot! I bet his dark golden eyes looked so cute right then and there. His tail no longer happy just went up tucking itself under his butt, that was amazing! He wasn't wagging it around proudy anymore....haha. Then crash, he falls and she wins! What a hot story! I really love it! I love that she was younger, smaller, and yet she defeated her older muscular brother so easily! I just love that, and I love his character so much.

[aiam]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6525987/

The game doesn't work anymore :(

[2nutbuster]

Awesome Story once again, so HOT! Melssia is a great character, and her older brother Jerrod is amazing! Jerrod is my favorite character in this story, he is very male, confident, mean, aggressive, I love that in him. I like tough male characters like Jerrod, he is all boy, all Man!

The sister is so cute as well, not even scared of her brother, but tricking him. I bet Jerrod had a nice bulge inside his baggy jeans and boxers, and that bulge was the very thing she targeted. Poor Jerrod, his sexy tail was limp in the air submitted his defeat while he laid on his belly. Bet that was quite a site to see. His legs in his baggy blue jeans, bending at the knee, and then falling back down is so hot, he was just showing off the bottoms of his white sneakers....haha. I love how Messila puts down the boys nuts, calling them silly. And how she tells us how proud it is to be a girl.

I still love Jerrod though, he is really tough, but stupid. I like that after he felt better, he called her a bitch and attacked her with five times the aggression, jumping right on her and pinning her down. That's Male Supremacy right there, complete Male Power! However, she still outsmarted him and that knee was it. Love how his cute sexy dark eyes roll up, that's HOT! And I can visualize his fat juicy matured egg bulging inside his jeans, dam what a weakness that is! It is funny how the older a guy gets, the bigger his balls become, I love it when she mentions that! Jerrod is a great character, but still, I love the fact he got beaten by the very source of his masculinity.....his Silly Weak Furry Balls!

[Mythical Pain]

Mythical Pain: I really did like the story, although it really wasn't my cup of tea. For some reason, I've always liked the consensual busts much better. It was a really good story, but I'm picky XD. That's probably why I liked the princess and her pet series so much, because it was consensual. Well, ****** consensual, but it was still consensual. I don't really like the busts in fights as much, for some reason.


Thanks much! Glad you enjoyed it even if you like consensual busting more. Yup, Foxy is...sorta...consenting to having the princess bust him lol. And Thrag the same way.



I tend to only post when I've tracked down something new to share. I did enjoy Mythical Pain's story, though, but that's no surprise. I don't believe I've found anything from MP to be disappointing. Same with Poiu.


Thanks very much! Glad you enjoyed them, and that's good company to be in!


I liked that one kick was sufficient to incapacitate him... the focus on the single moment works with the intensity, whereas the way a lot of people approach it tends to attenuate that. The pacing you had where he does end up receiving more punishment later was effective... allowing the debilitating kick to stand on its own, but followed up with more punishment. Good stuff.

Also the bits about her embodied experience were good. Erotic and sensual.

Yup, thats one of my favorites too. I've always been a fan of the one kick and they're down for the count approach to ball busting. More intense that way, at least to me. Plus I always loved the idea of a female, be it a human or anthro girl...bringing down and disabling something male...whether it's a fox, wolf, or a big, non-anthro dragon with just a single kick to his precious testicles!

[Mythical Pain]

Awesome Story once again, so HOT! Melssia is a great character, and her older brother Jerrod is amazing! [...] Jerrod is a great character, but still, I love the fact he got beaten by the very source of his masculinity.....his Silly Weak Furry Balls!

Thanks very much! Very glad you enjoyed my story. Yup, always fun how a female can bring a male down with one good shot right to his precious jewels.

[2nutbuster]

Indeed, even a boy as strong and tough as Jerrod, his balls were just hanging loose and comfortable in his baggy blue jeans and boxers, legs apart just hanging the weight of them pull them to the bottom of his sack. Then Pow, one hard kick and he is down, holding his silly nuts as they wreck his entire body with that awesome boy pain. Just one kick is all it took to render this poor macho boy helpless, his jeans and boxers just gave in to her kick, and their was nothing he could do about it. Balls are so Weak, and girls are so lucky to not have them. Boys act tough and strong, but their weak, all because of their balls, one kick and their finished. And I love that!



Thanks very much! Very glad you enjoyed my story. Yup, always fun how a female can bring a male down with one good shot right to his precious jewels.

[kujoeb]

Hey Guys and Gals

I am looking for ballbusting video..where the slave passess out during a session of ballbusting.....I just watch Megan Extreme Brutal ballbusting...very hectic...but no passing out

Thanks alot

[2nutbuster]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iA-8mkeVq_c&feature=BFp&list=FLdUMwGsjZW-m5OgPSqqVs4Q

[Mythical Pain]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iA-8mkeVq_c&feature=BFp&list=FLdUMwGsjZW-m5OgPSqqVs4Q

Hehe I saw that one before, pretty funny. Foxy nuts are aching!

[Mythical Pain]

Just out of curiosity, anyone here any good at art? Would love to see some pics or sketches some day of Melissa kicking Adam or Jerrod, or Gorl getting flattened, stuff like that.

[Mythical Pain]

Just out of curiosity, anyone here any good at art? Would love to see some pics or sketches some day of Melissa kicking Adam or Jerrod, or Gorl getting flattened, stuff like that.


...Is that a "No" then? Lol. Anyone else working on any stories lately?

[aiam]

gimme some more details and I'll draw something :)

...Or I could use the descriptions in your stories, haha

[beaktooth]

Hey gang, I'm new here and just wanted to say hi!
It's pretty exciting to find a furry BB thread somewhere. I'll have to sit back and traverse it someday :}


Just out of curiosity, anyone here any good at art? Would love to see some pics or sketches some day of Melissa kicking Adam or Jerrod, or Gorl getting flattened, stuff like that.

I can hold a pencil and move it around, hopefully someone else here can do better. There are some furs that draw BB stuff on FA, or maybe you can commission somebody. For some reason BB seems to go over like a lead rake on the images boards. I think it's tame compared to some of the stuff furries are into, but whatever. Different strokes and all that.

Anyway I'm hoping to write some stories sometime and will post here if that ever happens. Peace!

[Mythical Pain]

gimme some more details and I'll draw something :)

...Or I could use the descriptions in your stories, haha

Ooh, I would looooove that! ::Grins!:: Got a favorite image or scene or anything from any of my stories?

Would love a visual scene of any of my chars getting kicked hehe. Melissa nailing Adam or Gorl getting kicked would be great. Or one of them crying on the floor and her giggling and smirking, lol.

[aiam]

oooh yes indeed , kick sounds like a plan!

[Mythical Pain]

oooh yes indeed , kick sounds like a plan!

Hooray! Can't wait to see what you come up with! Any hints as to what scene or image ya might portray?

[Mythical Pain]

Hey Beaktooth, since I know you read this thread...I tried to reply to your PM again but it said your Inbox was full...even if you only had one message lol. So clear it out and I'll reply.

Are you able to post on the forum yet? I remember I had to post a bit here before my "priviledges" were fully unlocked, so its probably the same for you. Otherwise just gotta keep your PM inbox/outbox totally cleared up till your account is fully activated I guess!

[Mythical Pain]

Hey gang, I'm new here and just wanted to say hi!
It's pretty exciting to find a furry BB thread somewhere. I'll have to sit back and traverse it someday :}



I can hold a pencil and move it around, hopefully someone else here can do better. There are some furs that draw BB stuff on FA, or maybe you can commission somebody. For some reason BB seems to go over like a lead rake on the images boards. I think it's tame compared to some of the stuff furries are into, but whatever. Different strokes and all that.

Anyway I'm hoping to write some stories sometime and will post here if that ever happens. Peace!

Hey, there ya are! It looks like your post got approved. I think first time posts have to be approved before they show up, which is why I was asking you to post lol. Hadn't realized you had already done so, cause your post was still hidden.

Anyway, glad to see ya made it here! If ya post a few more times should be able to fit more PMs in. ::Grins::

Yup I can't afford any commissions, sadly...so fishing for free art, I guess lol.

Would love to see some of your stories on this thread!

Welcome welcome!

[aiam]

Hooray! Can't wait to see what you come up with! Any hints as to what scene or image ya might portray?

Melissa kicking Jerrod straight out of your story in those clothes :)

[Mythical Pain]

Melissa kicking Jerrod straight out of your story in those clothes :)

Mmm, awesome! Can't wait to see it! Thanks so much!

[beaktooth]

Hey, there ya are! It looks like your post got approved.

Thanks for the welcome man :} Pretty killer stories everyone has back in the thread too, I so need to go re-read sometime!

I guess there is one short thing I can write real quick. It's a real life thing, but it has a furry ending. It's happened to me a couple times and it's soooo exciting when it does...


Scene: I'm in bed with my girlfriend, we'd finished horsing around and were doing pillow talk. We're all snugged up, spooned in, mixed together like jelly in a peanut butter jar. Her phone starts going loud so she scrambles to shut it up. In the frenzy, she starts leaning on and crushing my nuts! She's trying to wriggle up my body to the head of the bed, every inch closer she got to her goal was just more thumping and weight on my nards. The pain came as strong and blunt as her unpredictable movements, I could be destroyed if I didn't do something but funny thing was I didn't resist, paw at her, or anything, I tensed up and made a lot of squawking noises.
(some of my fursonas are avian, I work part-time with birds, and costume as an avian so if I make a default noise, it tends to be bird-ish)
She realized what'd happened and got off my nuts, confirmed I was ok, and says "You sounded like an injured dinosaur!" Lol, right? How cute can you get! (not me, her)Well, there's a "story" for you, if nothing else it shows that I actually sound like a trapped velociraptor when my balls are in trouble. Really looking forward to posting some furry BB stories sometime. Would love to draw something to that key, it just takes so much practice to draw good, and about double that amount to draw good sex. Ah well. Until then, have fun, ya whacky furries ^_^

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks for the welcome man :} Pretty killer stories everyone has back in the thread too, I so need to go re-read sometime!

I guess there is one short thing I can write real quick. It's a real life thing, but it has a furry ending. It's happened to me a couple times and it's soooo exciting when it does...
Well, there's a "story" for you, if nothing else it shows that I actually sound like a trapped velociraptor when my balls are in trouble. Really looking forward to posting some furry BB stories sometime. Would love to draw something to that key, it just takes so much practice to draw good, and about double that amount to draw good sex. Ah well. Until then, have fun, ya whacky furries ^_^

LOL! That is awesome! I bet raptors would sound really cute getting their nards squashed, hehehe. I've done the furry sounds thing before, too, when my gfs at the time were...well...suffice to say I was enjoying what they were doing, and snarling about it, hehe.

Don't think I've made any furry sounds while getting busted or squeezed, unless yelping counts lol, but what creature wouldn't do that?

Also, this thread is lacking written content lately...come on folks, let's see some of you lurkers or fans try your hand at a few fun paragraphs! I'm sure you've all got some fun ideas for furries/dragons/gryphons/etc getting busted!

[Mythical Pain]

Man this thread is slow lately. Luckily, I've finished up Princess and Pet part 3! But before I post it, I thought I'd best re-post the first two parts, given how long it's been since I posted them. I know there's some new folks in this particular thread that might have missed my original contributions here. Beaktooth, Anaconda, etc...

Also, Part 3 doesn't have a whole lot of ballbusting in it, it's actually more character development, and a whole lot of Rebecca finally making the fox happy, and playing with his balls lol.

Anyway, to refresh your memories if you're interested, or for those who may have missed parts 1 and 2 which are VERY ballbusting heavy...here's part one. I'll bump part 2 up before long, and then I'll post part 3.

Princess and her Pets, part one:




Originally Posted by Mythical Pain http://femaledom.com/forum/images/buttons/viewpost.gif (http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?p=81121#post81121)
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!

[hundredand]

Awesome stuff, Mythical Pain! I can't wait to read part 3. Btw, I'm one of those lurkers and you've convinced me to upload a gryphon story I wrote a while back with some busting in it. I'll post it here once I clean it up.

[One from the Vaults]

Stumbled across a couple pictures of furry cuntbusting. Not ballbusting, but I still found them very hot!

Also, good to hear you're continuing the Princess story! First two parts were great.

[edit: what the hell? I attached the images but they don't seem to be showing up...]

try it this way instead:

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1290359868754_wonderduck_page2.jpg

http://fchan.us/src/ah_1290359606485_wonderduck_page4.jpg

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks! Very glad you liked them. I've got Part 3 posted on some other sites, and I'll bump up part 2 tomorrow, then post part 3 after that. They're long so I figure I should give the refresher parts a day or two before I put up the last part.

Also, those pictures are great! Hehe, they are pretty hot, actually. Those two bunny pussies might not ever be the same, lol.

I also started another story tonight...this one featuring a young husky male who gets trapped in a sleeping bag, while a group of girls teases him, pants him, and explores him. And of course, it all starts with a good knee in the balls. ::Grin::

[Alec Anaconda]

Man this thread is slow lately. Luckily, I've finished up Princess and Pet part 3! But before I post it, I thought I'd best re-post the first two parts, given how long it's been since I posted them. I know there's some new folks in this particular thread that might have missed my original contributions here. Beaktooth, Anaconda, etc...



What a good idea!

I found this chapter enlightening and well worth reading.

Alec Anaconda

[hundredand]

Well, after Mythical Pain requested lurkers to post something I thought I might as well contribute. This is a short story I wrote about a year ago and was part of a larger series I had going for a while. I'm not nearly as great a writer as Poiu or Mythical Pain, but It has some ballbusting on the main character gryphon, so I'm hoping you guys will like it.

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"Damn, Clarisse, that was good..."

Rygle rolls onto his back off the young human girl, sighing happily. Clarisse snuggles up to the young gryphon's side, her head resting on his soft furry forearm, his feline paw entwined with her hair, stroking it. She tilts her head up to the gryphon's beak and kisses his cheek.

"Hey, I gotta get back to the village before my parents wake up, the sun's almost completely out."

"Aww, come on, you've got at least an hour." Rygle rolls onto his side, facing her with his white underbelly. "You've stayed out later before."

"Yeah, but I almost got caught. I want to keep doing this with you." She trails a finger down his curved chest to his slim stomach before brushing the tip of his pink member which was almost completely holstered in his sheath at this point.

"Ah! Hey!” He grabs her hand, pinning it to the ground, "Not quite ready for another go...but if you stayed another hour,” His cheeks curve into a devilish smile.


She pulls her hand back, rolling to the side and grabbing her undergarments from the branches of the tree they were under. Rygle sighs, then sits up, pouting.


As she's getting dressed, Clarisse notices his expression and laughs. "Oh, come on you grumpy bird, you're lucky I even made it out tonight, I think they're starting to get suspicious.”

Rygle rolls his eyes, then smirks, "For someone rebellious enough to be sneaking out at night you sure are eager to please your parents.”


"Hey, I try to please my parents because I love them, do you know how much it would hurt them to know I'm doing this? They can't find out.”


Rygle felt a little pang in his chest at that, the things he had wanted to tell the human coming back to the surface. He quickly pushes the thought back down, reassuming his confident smirk.


"Maybe I was wrong about you...maybe you aren't that fiery girl I met at The Field,”


Rygle Gets to his paws, stretching. Now dressed in her bra and panties, Clarisse turns to look at the gryphon, arching an eyebrow. "Oh?”

Knowing he was getting her riled up, the gryphon's cheeks stretched even further into the grin. Often tension like this ended in at least a quickie and considering he was already feeling rejuvenated he might as well go for it, get his mind off the knowledge of what a mess they were in.


"I'm just saying,” Rygle says, continuing to stretch, arching his belly towards the ground, "You're not assertive enough.” He then walks his feline paws up the trunk of the tree, taloned feet supporting him as he stretched seductively, his back towards her. "I left the nest when I was ten.”


Clarisse wasn't stupid, she knew what he was doing. And she had to admit, whenever he stood on his hind legs, which wasn't often, she got a thrill at seeing how big he actually was. He was at least two feet taller than herself, thick muscle rippled under his velvety beige fur along his back, merging nicely into the feathers of his neck and face.


"More assertive, eh?” Clarisse gained her own little smile as she watched the gryphon show off his body. She'd give him assertive, alright.


Rygle faced the tree, pretending to be preoccupied with working his claws into the bark. He knew he had her.


"Aww, don't worry about it. I guess I shouldn't expect anything more, I am the male, after all.” Now that was definitely sure to get a response, the young gryphon thought. To make the invitation a bit more obvious he raised his tail slightly.

Clarisse feels a flare of defiance at those words, along with a bit of anger. Of course, he was joking, but female empowerment had been instilled in her since she was born. Her mother was a strong figure in the house, and she had been sure to pass that trait down to her daughter. He had definitely touched a nerve


Seeing the feline tail lift, it gave her a clear view of the furry ass underneath. Just below that, though, was the very bottom of his sac. A light color to match his underbelly, they were hanging low in the humid weather.


Looking back, Clarisse realized that a lot of factors played into what happened next; the gryphon's wide open stance, his cockiness, her flare of anger. It all came to a point just as he bared himself to her...

WUMP! Clarisse blinked. She had a sudden view of her foot buried deep between the gryphon's thick thighs, covered to the ankle under his soft fur. It was warm, and she could feel his rubbery male parts pinned somewhere against his lower belly. Although she had hit him quite hard, he didn't budge, he was about as solid as the tree he was leaning against. Unfortunately, this wasn't an advantage for him as his massive weight anchored him to the ground, ******* him to take the full power of the blow.


Everything was silent. Clarisse felt numb, not quite absorbing what she had just done. She couldn't tell what her lover was thinking either, but the tensing of his shoulders and entire body in general told her he had definitely felt it. She watched his tail curl around her ankle as if trying to brace itself against the pain. If she had been able to see the gryphon's face, however, she would have known the extent of the pain she had just caused.

Rygle had expected something rough, most likely a hard grope before they would have fallen to the forest floor to commence a quick fucking. Instead, he was met with a gut-wrenching blow to his undercarriage. His vision shook, then blurred as his eyes lost focus, bulging as they widened. His cheeks even puffed out as he tried to hold in his wind which had been knocked from his lungs. Along with a slightly protruding tongue, his expression was completely ridiculous. While all this happened Rygle went straight to his toes, his whole body straining and shaking as it tried to move as far away as possible from the foot. And all this caused by the explosion of utter and pure male agony radiating from the twin spheres between his thighs. At this very moment the rubbery eggs were squirming and straining in his sac, trying to escape the pressure. The deep pain radiated straight up into his lower gut, making him hunch forward a bit.


Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, which was actually about ten seconds, the foot lowered. Air rushed out of the gryphon's lungs in a loud whoosh, his whole body seemingly deflating, as if her foot had been holding in a plug. The gryphon leaned heavily against the tree, his claws fully extended into the bark to hold himself up as his mind tried to comprehend the pain. As Rygle attempted to pull air back in his lungs he gave a coughing retch, the nausea becoming almost too much.


Clarisse was in a bit of a mental battle herself. She had just kicked her boyfriend in his most private of areas. And, scarily enough, she actually kind of liked it. The sudden feeling of power she had was intoxicating. Not to say she didn't feel bad,. The way Rygle was crumpled up like this was a strange and surreal sight. The usually confident and cocky gryphon had been reduced to a folded mound of pain with just one kick. She had been rough with him before, and he had displayed masochistic tendencies in the past, but had she gone too far this time? He hadn't told her to stop, and he wasn't covering himself up. In fact, he seemed to be holding himself up for her, maybe he wanted her to continue?


Spurred by this thought, she reached between Rygle's legs again. It was a bit difficult, due to the fact that his thighs were tightly squeezing together. She managed to wedge her slim hand in eventually and quickly found his soft spot once again.


Rygle suddenly jerked and whimpered, "Wait! I'm not ready, let me- Auuuuugh!”


Clarisse did not wait, instead she clamped down hard. This time, Rygle didn't stay upright, folding at the waist as pangs of nut pain shot into his gut. His claws scraped down the bark of the tree loudly, leaving deep grooves in the trunk all the way down until his paws shot between his legs, covering the smaller human's hands as she held on. At this point, the gryphon could have easily clawed or at least pried her hands from his jewels, but his reluctance to hurt her, along with his strange enjoyment of the situation held him back. That is, until she began to give him rhythmic squeezes.

"Oh! Ah! Egh! Oorgh!” The bird squawked in time with the squeezes, each one sending another lance into his belly. His eyes crossed again, tongue lulling out as he drooled. The nutflesh of his furry sac bulged between her fingers with each compression. Finally, he could take no more.


"Enough! Pl-ease!”


A final squeeze caused his voice to crack before Clarisse immediately let go.


Rygle fell forward flat on his face, on his knees as he pressed his beak into the ground, paws firmly cupping his injured pride.


"Oh...Oh...Oh...,” The gryphon whimpered with each breath, trying not to retch again as his stomach tried to settle. He rocked slowly from side as he rubbed his face into the leaves of the forest, trying to escape the pain that just wouldn't go away. It was a few minutes before he was able to compose himself enough to speak


"Oh God, Clarisse...what the fuck?” He moaned, now curled up on his side.


Clarisse winced, feeling completely ashamed. "I was being more assertive...” She finally said quietly, looking at the ground.


"By crushing my balls!?” The young gryphon squeaked, curling up tighter.


"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted...” Clarisse didn't finish, not sure what to say.


"You crushed my balls!” He whined again, writhing a bit.


Clarisse looked away, biting her lip. She listened to his grunts and whines for another minute, then;


"Did you enjoy it?”


"What?” Rygle turned his head around to look at her, his eyes squinting through the pain.


"Nothing! Hey, I'm really late now. And I'm really, really sorry, I swear. I just thought...I'll talk to you later!”


With that, she leaned over and kissed his beak before grabbing the rest of her clothes and dashing into the forest.


"Wait...” Rygle wheezed out halfheartedly. He let his head fall back to the ground with another groan, closing his eyes. "Fuck...”


It had been a while since he had felt anywhere close to this. Not since he had racked himself on a branch when making a clumsy landing last year, in fact. But he had never been hit like this. This was a whole new level of

pain.


Obviously there were things about Clarisse he didn't know about,

considering they had been together for only two months. But he was seriously going to have to rethink their relationship if this was a normal thing for her. Then again, it had been a bit exhilarating, being at the mercy of the female. Technically, he could get used to it, if it was really what the human wanted. But as of now, he wanted nothing more than to lay where he was, nursing his inflamed nuts.

[Alec Anaconda]

Here’s a thought, Mythical Pain -

Into what genre does your excellent work fit?

I have my ideas, but I wonder what you and your other readers think.

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it, AA. That was the very first story I ever posted here, or posted on a furry site for that matter. Wasn't sure if you'd seen that one, as it was a while ago.

I'll post up the second part in a bit, leading up to the third. Which is actually pretty light on the ballbusting, more character development and a rather rather exploratory and female dominant pleasuring instead.

As for the genre of my work...Interesting question!

I guess that depends on the story. I'd say that the Princess story, along with the story of the tribal wolves are definitely squarely in the fantasy genre based on setting alone.

Melissa's stuff is a little harder to define, as it's set in a modern world but obviously doesn't feature human characters. Could be argued it's fantasy, could also be argued it's "science fiction" if its in a world in which their various species have simply evolved along the same lines as humans.

Of course it's also "Erotica" to those of who into ballbusting. I have another series I may eventually post involving an older Melissa, and believe it or not...a romantic angle with one of her future busting victims.

So, what about you? How would you characterize it? And how might any other readers who wanna speak up characterize it?

[Mythical Pain]

Looking forward to hearing your thoughts RE Genre, AA and others!

Meanwhile, here's the repost of Part 2 of Princess and Pets for those who haven't read it, or wanna read it again before I post part 3. In this part, the young coyote has his first day on the job...and nearly has a furry nut flattened. ...Back-talking the Princess is never a wise idea.

Originally Posted by Mythical Pain
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.”

[Alec Anaconda]

Another fine chapter, Mythical Pain!

Now that you have most diligently painted the scenery, I’m anticipating the action in Princess and Pet part 3.

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A few days ago, I foolishly asked,

“Into what genre does your excellent work fit?”

Now I have to admit that I have even less idea than when I posed the question.

In addition to your suggestions, I can think of others.

For example, Princess and Pet could be taken as political satire, a metaphor for other times and places with second-class citizens.

Perhaps it’s best to state that it is what it is, and keep writing.

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Another fine chapter, Mythical Pain!

Now that you have most diligently painted the scenery, I’m anticipating the action in Princess and Pet part 3.

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Thanks very much! Glad ya liked it. Like I said, Chapters 1 and 2 of that story were the first furry ballbusting stories I posted here. Not the first I ever wrote, but I'd only posted one elsewhere, involving some gryphons. Maybe I'll re-do or re-post that sometime.

Anyway, now that Parts 1 and 2 have been reposted, I can post part 3 in the next day or two.

Be forewarned, there's not much ballbusting in it. If it was the only part of the story I might not post it here, but since parts 1 and 2 have built up to it, I'll be posting it for sure. It's definitely female domination oriented and there's a little ball busting, just not much. More of a tender but dominant exploration while Foxy gets a reward at last, lol.


A few days ago, I foolishly asked,

“Into what genre does your excellent work fit?”

Now I have to admit that I have even less idea than when I posed the question.

In addition to your suggestions, I can think of others.

For example, Princess and Pet could be taken as political satire, a metaphor for other times and places with second-class citizens.

Perhaps it’s best to state that it is what it is, and keep writing.

Alec Anaconda

Hehe thanks! Political satire, eh? I like it! Sadly there are still many parts of the world, even in modern first world societies, where they can still be seen evidence of certain people being treated as less their their kin. But that's a discussion for another day!

Hehe, some of my more serious writings have elements of that in them too, I guess. No reason why some fun ball kicking stories can't have a few layers I guess! ::Grins::

And I'll definitely keep writing! Got one right now in the works where Melissa and her friends have taken Adam's husky friend captive overnight, lol.

[zoroasp]

I have no problem with anyone's fedishes but isnt like that...dog or wolf BB? Is it a beasiality fedish? Don't come near mah dog!

[Alec Anaconda]

Anyway, now that Parts 1 and 2 have been reposted, I can post part 3 in the next day or two.



I wonder as to Foxy’s reward.

Will he glimpse the whole of creation or just get a day off?

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Anyway, now that Parts 1 and 2 have been reposted, I can post part 3 in the next day or two.



I wonder as to Foxy’s reward.

Will he glimpse the whole of creation or just get a day off?

Alec Anaconda

Only one way to find out! By reading Chapter 3. As previously mentioned, there's not a whole lot of actual ballbusting here, though he does get a little more hehe. More of a very fem-dom oriented exploration, and reward. It picks up just where part 2 ended, I even overlapped it a few paragraphs for continuity.

Hope you enjoy!

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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.”

In response, Rebecca moved to stand just in front of Foxy as he sat on the edge of her bed. He once more leaned back onto his hands, and she reached down to grasp the hem of her simple blue skirt. She drew it up even higher then she had for the coyote, all the way up to her belly. Foxy had an excellent view of her legs, from her bare feet and blue painted toes all the way up sleek, well toned female legs, smooth and soft.

Despite essentially being forbidden from having a man in her life, Rebecca saw no reason not to keep her body in good shape. She jogged through the many hallways and up and down staircases to stay healthy, and though she really had no one to show off for her, she kept her legs shaved smooth and soft. While most women rarely bothered, at least in her knowledge, she’d gotten the idea from one of her handmaidens. If nothing else, Rebecca herself liked the feel of her skin when it was soft and smooth, and that was what mattered to her.

Beneath the skirt she were only frilly blue panties that covered her sex and her rump, but little more. A line of white lace ringed the top of the blue undergarment. With the extended look she gave him Foxy was just able to make out the outline of the lips of her sex against her panties, and though he couldn’t say for sure it looked as though she kept that smooth as well. Foxy found himself entranced, and it was all he could do not to pant like a beast or reach out and touch her soft skin.

“Is this exciting you?” Rebecca asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft and unsure.

Foxy swallowed hard, and slowly nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

Without lowering her skirt yet, Rebecca lifted her foot and pressed it against Foxy’s crotch. The fox whimpered a little, his balls were still very sore, but he did not try and pull away. Now, Rebecca could more distinctly feel the fox’s genitals against her foot as he sat on the edge of the bed. The oval shapes of his vulpine testicles against her heel, the more cylindrical shape of his sheath beneath her sole and her toes. She could now feel a distinct firmness there as well, even more so then before. While letting him stare at her most private place, barely veiled in blue, she gently began to rub her foot against the fox’s sheath. Wiggling her toes a little, and working her foot up and down.

Foxy could not help but moan in pleasure. It had been a while since he’d had a female touch him in a sexual way before, it wasn’t as though he got to spend many nights out on the town, roaming from pub to pub in search of interested females. As Rebecca kept rubbing his sheath with her foot, he shivered in delight, his fur fluffing out, teeth clicking a little. Beneath his breeches his sheath was swelling rapidly now, and it wasn’t long before his tapered tip was pressing against the fabric.

Rebecca smiled at his reaction, and dropped her skirt back down. It didn’t quite cover her up though, as it lay against her raised leg, and let Foxy gaze up inside it a little bit more. At first he was disappointed, not that he really expected her to show him anything else. And when she leaned forward against that foot, putting weight against his sore vulpine balls until he was whining softly, clenching his black furred hands against the blue blankets, he was sure he was in for another game of “Scramble the Fox Eggs.”

Instead, Rebecca leaned forward to whisper into his ear, her voice soft, and somehow unsure and excited at the same time. “Can I touch it?”

Foxy blinked, his eyes soon turning into emerald saucers. Never in all the years he’d served her had he remembered her asking his permission for anything. Perhaps a few times here and there, but it was always a rhetorical question. She was royalty, he was merely a servant. If she wished something of him, she would simply take it. If she wished to do something to him, she would simply do it. Whether or not he agreed did not matter. And yet, now Foxy got the sense that if he told her that no, he did not want her touching him like that, she would respect his wish.

“Of course you can touch it,” Foxy murmured, leaning back and spreading his legs a bit further to make that easier for her.

Rebecca felt her face growing hot, her ears doubly so as she blushed a fiery shade of red. She could scarcely believe she was asking him such a thing, let alone that she truly meant to do just as she’d requested. And yet that was exactly what she wanted to do. To touch the fox’s most intimate, most private parts. To hold them in her hands, to feel and explore them in every way. It was a desire she’d held in secret for some time now, and had often been too embarrassed to bring it up. And deep in her heart, she cared for Foxy in a way she wasn’t totally sure she understood. Despite the way she enjoyed abusing him, something this personal, this intimate, well she simply wouldn’t do it if Foxy did not want her too.

“May I see it, as well?” True, she’d told him she might like to see his testicles earlier, but she’d been half teasing at the time. Now, she was serious, and if he was too embarrassed to let her see them, or he did not wish to show his privates to a woman of another race entirely, she’d certainly not force him.

“Of course,” Foxy replied, a dopey smile spreading across his face, black tipped ears rising in excitement, along with other parts of him. “Do you want me too…”

“Lay back,” Rebecca said, ******* a little more strength into her voice. She pulled her foot away from his crotch so that he could do as she asked. “Make yourself comfortable, and…I want to do it myself. Expose you, I mean.”

Spirits, but that sounded naughty. Rebecca rather liked it. She licked her lips, cleared her throat, and then dared to say, “I’m going to expose your privates, Foxy!”

While that sounded delightfully naughty to Rebecca, to Foxy it sounded a little childish, and more then a little bit sheltered. Of course, he fully understood why. Overprotective as the royal family was, they’d barely let her near any men since the time she was just coming of age, and with war looming on the horizon, they’d only re-doubled their efforts to keep her sheltered from the world and all it’s many sins. Truth be told, Foxy thought that would only do the girl more harm then good in the long run. She was long past the age now when most girls in town had experienced their first dalliances with men. Hell, in the city beyond the castle walls, many of the women Rebecca’s age were already married.

“As you wish, Your highness,” Foxy said, scooting back onto her bed.

Foxy pulled one of her pillows towards himself to prop his head up. The pillow itself was incredibly soft and filled with goose down, wrapped in a silky, pale blue pillow case with little white and yellow flowers etched into it. As he scooted back it began increasingly obvious the fox was already half erect. While his maleness was hardly straining the seams of his breeches yet, it had given them a distinct bulge just between his thighs that was only getting more noticeable by the moment as he spread apart his thighs.

Rebecca came to the edge of the bed, standing between Foxy’s ebon furred feet as they hung just off the edge of her mattress. She grabbed his ankles as before, but this time just pushed them further apart to give herself a little more room. For a moment, she just peered down at the fox’s crotch, and the bulge that had suddenly appeared there. Was it a bit bigger now then it had been a moment before?

“Do you find me attractive, Foxy?”

Foxy gulped, and licked one side of his red furred muzzle. That seemed like a loaded question. “Yes,” he admitted, honestly.

“Even though I’m not your species? Even though I kick you in the privates?”

“I think you’re beautiful, your Highness,” Foxy said.

“Thank you!” Rebecca said, a warm smile spreading over her ruby lips. Foxy’s words were genuinely touching to her. She half expected the fox to hate her for all the abuse she heaped upon him. Finding that he did not was like rising from bed to find an unexpected gift waiting to be unwrapped; both pleasant and quite surprising.

For a moment, the two of them simply shared a warm, strangely knowing smile that was made only slightly awkward by Puppy’s continued moaning nearby. Rebecca glanced over at the smaller canine, and stuck her tongue out at him when she caught him trying to keep up with her conversation with the fox. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d be in Foxy’s place someday, stretched out upon her bed with the girl’s curiosity directed at him in a far more enjoyable way then usual. But for the moment, her attention was solely on Foxy.

Foxy’s feet hung on either side of Rebecca as she stood at the edge of her tall four poster post. Rebecca slowly reached forward, her hands trembling just slightly with anticipation, and with the rather wicked nervousness that coiled itself in her belly like a snake who knew mating season was at hand. She let her fingers dance over the slight bulge in the fox’s breeches, it already felt unusually firm. Foxy gave just the slightest little squeak at her teasing touch, it made Rebecca giggle.

The princess gently grasped the hem of Foxy’s black breeches, and deftly undid the top of three ivory buttons. She giggled a little bit more, half afraid by the time she’d actually pulled the fox’s pants down she was going to succumb to a full on giggle fit. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing. She bit her lip, trying to compose herself despite the fact her cheeks were now the color of vibrant red roses, and her ears felt so hot they were liable to start her hair on fire. Still, she had to at least try and act like a mature lady. While she collected herself, she instructed her fox to lift his shirt. He quickly pulled it free from where it was tucked into his breeches, and pulled it upwards, exposing the whitish fur of his belly.

Rebecca soon gathered herself. She quickly undid the next two buttons, her mouth feeling a little bit dry. Foxy’s breath caught when the second button came undone, and the front of his breeches parted every so slightly, just enough for her to catch a glimpse of both white fur and red flesh. She hesitated a moment, savoring it. After all, a girl would only get her first look at a man’s private parts once in her lifetime. Or, in this case, a fox’s private parts.

After a few moments, Rebecca’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure her ribs were going to start rattling against each other any moment. Even Foxy’s breath remained frozen in his lungs as he waited for her to more completely expose him. As she did not want her servant to inadvertently suffocate himself, she ****** herself to finish what she’d started. In one quick motion, Rebecca pulled open the front of Foxy’s breeches, fully exposing the fox’s half unsheathed penis.

“Oh my,” Rebecca breathed softly, her azure eyes quite wide.

With the fox’s breeches opened but not yet pulled down, she was able to see the top of his white furred sheath. Had he not been at all aroused, she’d have seen several inches of the white furred fleshy tube. However as he was getting excited his sheath had began to retract some even as the organ hidden within continue to slide free. The fox’s penis was truly canine looking, not that Rebecca would know the difference. It had a rather tapered tip, with no discernible “head” the way she’d heard a man’s organ described. It looked rather thick, and very smooth. The fox’s maleness was a very dark red color, networked with tiny little veins. To Rebecca it seemed an amazing exotic thing, completely forbidden, quite wicked and at the same time extremely fascinating.

Foxy was breathing softly but swiftly. He shifted a little, pulling another of Rebecca’s pillows over to stuff under his head. That way he didn’t have to sit up or interfere with the Princess’s actions but was still able to see exactly what she was doing. It had been a while since he’d been naked in front of a female, and certainly never in front of a human woman before. Though, he’d always thought human women held a certain exotic beauty, all that skin with so little fur. Rebecca was no exception, he’d meant every word when he told her he thought she was beautiful.

Rebecca leaned forward for a closer look at just what made the fox male, and her copper-red curls fell around her face, some of them tickling the fox’s unsheathed flesh in a way that made him squirm. Rebecca blinked, and giggled, then tucked her hair behind her ears. She reached forward with a single hand, and brushed a few fingers against the fox’s most private part. Foxy gasped softly, and Rebecca smiled. It felt so amazingly smooth, and so hot.

“Is it…” Rebecca paused, stammering a little. “You know…all the way?”

Foxy couldn’t help but chuckle. The girl could kick and pinch a male’s balls all day long, but try and get her to ask someone if he was fully erect, and she went red as a tomato while stumbling over her words like a blind drunkard in a room full of chairs. He flicked one black tipped ear back, then licked his nose as he replied. “Not quite, but it’s getting close.”

Rebecca’s smile was her only reply. The thing was already looking rather large to her, she was eager to see just how big it got when the fox was fully erect. She was also eager to see just what a fox’s testicles looked like. True, she had a general idea already. She’d certainly seem them bulging against his breeches enough, and she’d had a peek at a stallion and a dog now and then. Hard to miss really when a male animal was trotting away from you. But she wanted to see the fox’s.

“Lift your hips,” she commanded, finding a little more strength for her voice.

The fox did just as she asked, and Rebecca grabbed his breeches, and began tugging them back and forth. Though, she couldn’t seem to get them down any further. All she managed to accomplish was to make the fox yelp, and to make his partly unsheathed member bobble back and forth.

“Wait, wait!” Foxy yelped again, reaching under himself and down towards his rump. “Yer gonna yank my tail off!”

Rebecca grinned sheepishly. Oh, right. She’d forgotten about the fox’s tail, just as she’d forgotten about the fact that the fox’s breeches had buttons behind him that buckled up over his tail as well to accommodate it. “Sorry,” she murmured, grinning.

The fox soon had those buttons undone, and he lay his hands back on the bed, hoisting his rump away from the powder blue covers with a rather sly grin of his own. “Alright, there. You can take my pants down now.”

“Don’t act so smug, Foxy, or I shall wallop those testicles of yours as soon as I’ve unveiled them.”

The fox was half convinced she planned to do that anyway, so he didn’t even try to hide his smug grin. And really, how could he not feel a little smug? Just how many former-thief foxes where there in the world who would have such a beautiful princess so eager to see them naked?

Once his fluffy, well groomed tail was free, Rebecca had no trouble easing down the fox’s pants. She tugged them back and forth a moment, and much to her amused surprise, the fox’s testicles jumped out as if of their own accord. First she tugged his breeches down over his left hip, and one plump white furred egg suddenly popped out over the hem of his pants. Then another tug, and it’s near twin jumped out the same way. Rebecca couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. The sudden appearance of the two white, furry fox testicles propped up against the hem of his breeches was entirely too comical for her to handle.

As she laughed, Foxy couldn’t help himself either. He lifted his head, peered down at his own privates, and grinned. “Hi, guys. Nice to see you too.”

Rebecca only laughed harder at that, red curls bouncing about her face as she shook her head a little. “I told you they wanted to be seen.”

“Looks like you were right,” Foxy said, his bushy red tail thumping lightly against the sky blue blankets of Rebecca’s bed.

“I’m always right, Foxy,” she replied with a smile. Then, unable to help herself, she cocked a finger and flicked the bottom of the fox’s left testicle. The fox gave a loud yelp as the white furred orb jumped a little. He whined, but resisted the urge to curl up and hold himself again.

“Good boy,” Rebecca said through her smile. While she had the fox’s testicles propped up by his breeches, she poked at them a few times. The fox squirmed, and they shifted a little. When she poked one harder, the fox gave another yelp, and the plump orb vanished once more beneath his breeches.

“That naughty thing is trying to get away!” Rebecca said, the sight of the fox with just one ball sticking out starting to make her laugh all over again.

“You’d better catch it,” Foxy offered, licking his nose again, hoisting his hips once more to allow her to pull his breeches down.

This time, Rebecca didn’t tug, she grabbed the fox’s pants and outright yanked them down! Over his hips and down almost too his knees, completely exposing the fox’s private parts. He had to pull his legs together a little in order for her to get his pants the rest of the way down. In the process his balls ended up sitting almost atop his thighs, as if showing themselves off. Rebecca moved back so the fox could pull his feet together, then with few more tugs she had the fox’s breeches down around his feet, where she quickly pulled them free.

Rebecca stood back up, and Foxy once more spread his legs out for her to get a better look at his genitals. She was still holding his breeches though, and when she looked over and saw Puppy upon his knees, cradling his own balls but watching with wide eyes, she promptly tossed Foxy’s breeches over the coyote’s head. He yelped in surprise, and was soon struggling to pull them free while the Princess laughed at him.

“Be a good boy, Puppy, or I’ll strip you naked too just so I can watch your balls disappear when I kick them into your head!”

Puppy pulled the breeches off of him, setting them down nearby, and then gave a sullen nod. Foxy smirked over at the younger coyote, though for a moment he felt a twinge of jealousy twist in his heart when she threatened to strip the young coyote naked. That wasn’t fair, he was her servant to strip naked, not the runt! Though, he had to admit, that did sound like a funny sight to see. His jealous moment was short lived…especially as he felt the princess playfully bump her fist into his exposed orbs.

“I could punch you in the balls quite hard right now, Foxy,” she said with a giggle.

“Oooh,” he whined. “That would really hurt. I’d be rollin’ around on yer bed…” He grinned at her, he knew she liked it when he played along with her sick little games. And maybe, just maybe, part of him liked it too.

“You certainly would!” Rebecca agreed. “Crying your pretty little green eyes out about your aching puppy makers.”

Foxy laughed, his ears perked. It was kinda funny when it wasn’t actually happening to him. Then he winced, realizing she was probably thinking about doing just that. “Are…you going too?”

Rebecca smirked. “I’m not sure if you’re hopeful, or fearful, my little Fox.” She leaned forward a bit till she was sure the fox was getting at least a small eyeful of her cleavage. Which he was! Pale, curved flesh exposed within her light blue blouse. She saw the fox’s eyes shift, focusing on her breasts. While normally she might do exactly as she’d threatened this time she simply let him stare. “But to answer your question, no I’m not going to punch you in the balls. At least not right now. Take off your shirt.”

The fox sighed in relief, and quickly unbuttoned his indigo tunic, pulling it free from one arm, then the other. He acted as though he was simply going to set it down on the bed, and then instead tossed it right over Puppy’s head. The coyote gave another yelp as the second of the fox’s garments in as many minutes landed atop his head. The young coyote snatched at it with a tan furred hand, then yanked it away and tossed it to the floor.

“Quit throwin’ stuff at me,” he growled in frustration, though with the way his balls were still aching he didn’t dare press his luck any further then that.

Rebecca ignored the coyote for now. She was still leaning over Foxy, and she pressed her hands to his thighs to part them further. Now, she could see that the white fur that began beneath the fox’s chin continued all the way down his tightly muscled chest, and across his taut, corded belly. He was not a large or particularly bulky fox, but he was certainly in good shape. Then again, she imagined being a former thief he’d had much better luck with natural agility and litheness then some broad shouldered oaf might. That same white fur ran down over his sheath and testicles, and splashed across his thighs, as well.

Now that the fox was relaxed, and naked, his vulpine testicles had descended a little. It was quite fascinating to Rebecca, as if the things had a mind of their own. She noticed that the fox’s left testicle actually hung a bit lower in it’s silken, white furred sack then the right one, and appeared to be just a little larger, as well.

“They’re quite…enthralling,” she murmured. Enthralling wasn’t actually the word she was looking for, but she supposed it fit just as well.

Foxy gave a chuckling, growling sound that was half canine excitement, and half male nervousness. “Glad ya like ‘em, Princess. Guess you can see why it hurts us so much to get kicked there, now.”

“Oh my, yes.” Rebecca laughed gently, reaching out to trace a single finger between the fox’s testicles, from the top of the sack down to the bottom. Then she pressed her finger just between them, lifting a little so that one vulpine nard dangled at either side of her finger. “They’re…really rather silly, aren’t they. And certainly quite vulnerable looking. Which one hurts more when I kick you?”

The fox shrugged his shoulders, watching her toy with his balls. Though his cock had started to retreat just a little, now it was once more slipping free of his sheath as the girl played with him. “The left one, I guess. Seems like it usually gets the worst of it.”

“Why does it hang lower?” Rebecca asked, letting the fox’s testicles drop back into their usual position.

“Beats me,” Foxy said, then he grinned. “And that’s not an invitation, either. But, really, I dunno. Just does! Most males do.”

“They do?” Rebecca blinked, unsure. She looked towards Puppy, who couldn’t seem to stop staring. “Does your left one hang lower, too?”

Puppy gave a nervous whine, glancing away. He’d seen other males naked before, but they were usually other coyotes, down at the local swimming hole. And even that was a concession to his kind’s more tribal ancestry. It wasn’t that he was enjoying seeing Foxy naked. But, he wasn’t exactly experienced with females yet, and there was something about seeing Rebecca touching him that he found hard to stop watching.

“Yes,” Puppy finally replied. “My left testicle is lower, as well, Your Highness. Some males have the right one lower.”

Rebecca pursed her lips, and returned her attentions to her favorite fox. “Males are silly.”

Growing bolder, Rebecca reached out, and took the fox’s testicles into her hand. She was surprised by how warm they were, almost hot. The fur that covered the fox’s scrotum was almost snow white, and soft as silk. She lifted them a little, gently tugging them against the sack to better examine the shapes of the strange things. Each of the fox’s two testicles was shaped like an egg, a fat oval that was easily outlined against the white furred skin containing it. When both were held out against the sack, it was very easy to see that one was just slightly larger then the other.

Rebecca held the fox’s balls out against his sack. Grinning, she flicked the bottom of one with a finger. Foxy yelped and jumped slightly, and she quickly flicked the other one, too. He yelped a second time, and then gave a whine, squirming slightly as his vulpine balls ached once more for a few long moments.

“Ooooh,” he moaned, taking a few deep breaths. “I thought you were gonna be nice to ‘em!”

Rebecca smirked, flicking the left one again which caused Foxy to yelp even louder then before. “I am being nice to them. I haven’t punched them have I?”

“Not yet,” Foxy muttered.

Rebecca’s smirk only grew as she peered at the fox’s growing erection. “Your thing doesn’t seem to mind me flicking your nuts.”

Foxy’s muzzle twisted up a little in dismay, his whiskers twitching. Rebecca was right, that last little bit of pain hadn’t stopped him from unsheathing the rest of the way. Then again, after all the pain he’d endured earlier in the night, his body probably barely even noticed those little painful flicks. After a moment, his grimace turned traitor, and twisted itself into a smile.

“I think mah cock just likes havin’ a beautiful girl playin’ with mah balls.”

Rebecca laughed a little. She could always tell when the fox was getting a bit flustered if his old, street thief accent started creeping into his speech a bit more. Still, his compliment made her blush even further. At this point she was worried her cheeks were going to be permanently scarlet! At least she wouldn’t have to worry about applying rouge for the next fancy dress ball.

Now, the fox’s maleness certainly looked a little different then when she’d first spied it. Larger, to be certain, thicker as well. It also had a noticeable bulge around the very base of the organ, just above his retracted sheath. The organ was thickest at it’s base, tapering to a nearly pointed, canine tip. And though she had nothing to compare it too, it certainly seemed large to her, just like the two white furred hen’s eggs hanging under it were a bit bigger then she might have imagined a man’s balls to be. Then again, they still seemed in proportion to the fox’s body.

“Oh Puppy,” she called out, grinning, pointing towards the fox’s erection as it lay against the white fur of his belly. “Does Foxy have a big thing?” She scrunched her nose, trying not to giggle at using such words and asking such questions. “I mean is his…boner…large?”

That wasn’t exactly the sort of question Puppy wanted to be asked. It was embarrassing. Though, he had to admit, foxes seemed to be taller and better endowed them coyotes. Or, at least this fox was. Maybe it was an age difference, maybe a species thing. Or maybe Puppy just didn’t know any better, having only seen his own erection before. “It…looks impressively sized to me,” he muttered.

Rebecca beamed. “You hear that Foxy? You’ve got a big…” She paused, before blurting out the last word. “…Cock!”

The fox’s muzzle spilt wide with a very sly grin. If he had any reason to believe he wasn’t as big as they thought, he certainly wasn’t telling. “Thanks! You…still wanna touch it?”

Rebecca tilted her head a little, biting her bottom lip. “Patience, Foxy. You mustn’t rush a lady. But yes, I do.”

As Foxy settled back against his pillows again, Rebecca continued to play with his furry balls. The princess was a little surprised to find out just how fun it was to play with such things. They dangled loosely, hanging away from his erection to nearly rest against his furry rump, like a pair of obscene pet toys. She lifted them, and let them go, and they flopped back into place. She prodded them gently, and they swayed side and side. Now and then Foxy moaned, and once in a while he even reached down to rub his own erection. Each time, he drew in a shaky breath while he teased himself with the soft pads of his fingers. Rebecca watched closely, wanting to know what to do to him next.

Rebecca held the fox’s vulpine testicles in her hand, gently exploring them. They felt very smooth beneath the softly furred skin. They were firm, but also just slightly squishy. Earlier she’d thought of them a bit like rubbery eggs, and now that she’d seen the naked things themselves, held the fox’s exposed balls in her hands, she thought that analogy was doubly true.

She rolled them around against her palm, beneath her fingers. It was fascinating the way the fox’s plump testicles so easily rolled about, shifting and moving inside the sack. Now and then bumping each other, now and then bulging out against the fur as if each was trying to outshine the other, and become the center of attention.

Sometimes she’d isolate one, and gently rub it with her fingers. She rubbed the fox’s scrotum against the lay of the fur just above the trapped testicle, ruffling the white fur. Then she’d rub it the other way, smoothing it back down. Rebecca found that the fox seemed to love that attention to his vulpine balls. He shuddered in delight, or gave the cutest little whimpering groan when she ever so gently kneaded the things within her grasp. She noticed a little clearish fluid even beading at the tip of his member now and then, eventually leaking or dribbling down to temporarily stain his white belly fur.

The longer she played with his balls, the heavier the fox’s breathing got. And the harder his erection seemed to get. Flushing from red, to very dark red, and then getting so hard it was standing up away from his belly a little bit. Foxy began to have a harder time going without pleasuring himself, too. He rubbed it and teased it more frequently, and once he even wrapped an ebon gloved hand around it, and began to stroke. Rebecca watched him masturbate long enough to get an idea of how to do it for him, and then gave his balls a forceful squeezing. Squeezing them until he yowled, and let himself go.

Still, seeing the fox stroke himself made her want to start doing the same. It made her want to do other things as well, some of them involving herself. Though, she wasn’t quite ready to involve foxy in that sort of thing, and in truth, she wasn’t sure she ever would be. For now, this was as far as she was planning on taking this, despite the growing heat and dampness between her own thighs, and despite the now rather persistent hardness of her nipples. No, she wasn’t going let Foxy touch her this way, at least not yet. Maybe she’d let him watch her do it for herself, sometime.

Gods, what was she thinking! She wouldn’t do that, with him. Would she? If not him, then…who else? It wasn’t as if there was some other man she cared for. Still, he was just…a servant. A beast-person. She was only doing this to reward him, and to satisfy her own curiosity. Yes, that was it. This was for her own entertainment, and to reward him, nothing more! That was all there was too it.

Only, Rebecca knew it was not.

She pushed the thoughts aside, though, deciding now was not the time for her to try and sort through such things. She also cautioned herself not to give in potentially inflamed passions, and do things she may regret. Or let the Fox do things that they might both regret down the line. For now, she’d stick with playing with her lovely foxy.

Besides, if nothing else she wanted to see what happened when a fox experienced orgasm. “Do you want me to make you cum, Foxy?” Rebecca murmured in the most seductive voice she could manage. She fervently hoped she sounded sultry, and not as though she had a terrible head cold.

“Oh, Gods yes,” Foxy replied with unabashed enthusiasm. “Please, your Highness. Please make me cum!”

Ooh, begging. Rebecca liked that. She let his balls fall from her hands to drop back into their usual place. Though, she noticed they did not hang quite as far as before, as though the fox’s excitement caused them to cling more closely to his body. Then, with both hands, she reached forward to start teasing the fox’s erection directly. Before, it had been smooth, and hot. Now though, that heat seemed to have intensified greatly, and beneath the smoothness of the skin was an iron hardness.

“My,” she breathed, running her hand up and down the fox’s length. “It really does get hard, doesn’t it.”

“Yes,” the fox said, almost breathless himself. “That really feels good.”

Rebecca licked her lips, her heart still pounding away, with butterflies still fluttering around inside her belly. Or, given the circumstances, perhaps it was birds and bees she felt flapping around in there. Ugh, that was a foolish pun. Still, it made her giggle a little.

Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the fox’s hardon. Hard to believe she was actually holding Foxy’s erection in her hand. So hard, so hot. It felt amazing. It made her feel amazing. It must have made foxy feel even more amazing because as soon as she was firmly griping it, he was moaning up a storm. When she gave it a few slow, experimental strokes, the fox gripped at the blankets he was laying on, black furred fingers digging into the blue fabric. His head lolled back against the yellow-flower speckled pillows. His tongue nearly hung from his muzzle, and he arched his back, thrusting into her hand so that the tapered head of his canine cock popped up between her thumb and finger.

The thrust caused Rebecca to give a happy little groan of her own. “Oh, my Foxy. Such a naughty pup! Wants to cum, doesn’t he!”

“Yes!” Foxy whined. “He wants to cum!”

Rebecca stroked him down to his balls, and back towards his tip, staring in awe at what she was doing. Then she stroked him down once more, a little harder, the bottom of her hand smacking lightly against the top of the fox’s balls, causing them to jostle. She began to pick up a slow rhythm. It was awkward at first, but as the fox started to gently thrust into her hand, moaning in time with their movements, her strokes began to smooth out.

As the two of them worked together for the fox’s pleasure, Foxy’s moans began to come in earnest. Groaning deeply, louder and louder as his warm, wonderful pleasure grew. Rebecca was a little worried that the guard outside the door would hear him but she soon realized if he did, he’d simply assume she was torturing Foxy’s balls again. The fox’s grip on her bedclothes got tighter and tighter, he was nearly grinding his dull black claws against the pale blue blankets.

Rebecca had no way of knowing how long it would take the fox to cum while he was being jerked off. She’d certainly never given anyone a hand job before…that was what it was called, right? A “hand job?” She’d heard her maids use that term, anyway. And she knew that the fox was no inexperienced youth. While he’d been in her service a while now, he was still an adult, so she thought it might yet take a little while. Not that she minded in the least.

The princess began to stroke him harder. Now and then a little of that clear fluid was leaking from his tool, so she used it to slicken the union of her hand and the fox’s cock. As she increased her force, and tempo, the fox’s balls really began to bounce and sway. They swung left and right, left and right, and even up and down. They looked quite silly to be honest, but she quite enjoyed the sight of them.

“Shall I play with your balls, Foxy?” She asked, not sure if males liked that while they were being stroked off or not.

“Oh, yes! Play with my balls, Princess, play with my balls!” Apparently they did!

Foxy groaned louder then ever as the girl took his balls into her hand. Gods, all the years of abuse, and he’d never realized just how wonderful her hands could feel around his balls, let alone around his cock. But now, being stroked like crazy, he couldn’t think of anything better. Well, he could think of one or two things, but being a servant he was more then happy to take what was offered.

Rebecca began to roll the tender orbs around in her fingers, kneading the fox’s balls gently to add to his pleasure. She knew the poor things must still be sore, but she didn’t want him to be in any pain right now. Only bliss. So she was careful with the way she toyed with them, with the way she caressed them in her grasp. She imagined that they truly were eggs, and she had to be careful not to crack the delicate things.

Even as she concentrated on pleasing his balls, she continued to stroke him. By now, the fox’s cock was slick with pre, it felt molten hot and slippery in her grasp. Her arm was starting to get a little tired, too, burning a bit. She was not experienced enough to know different ways to pleasure a male, or ways to vary her tempo for her arm’s health, and the fox’s pleasure. Instead she was just stroking away, not that he seemed to mind.

The speed of her strokes had already changed his pleasure from one wave after another, to constant, ever boiling bliss. Boiling that was starting to threaten to bubble over completely. From the way his moans were starting to shudder, to rise higher and higher in pitch, Rebecca could tell the fox was getting close to cumming in her hand. She wanted to push him over the edge but…she wanted to do something else for him, first.

She released him for a moment, switching her hands. Soon, she was stroking the fox’s cock with her left hand, instead of her right, and from the way it made him shudder and moan, it must have felt a little different. But with her right hand, she began pull up her blouse away from her belly. Before she could think otherwise, she pulled it up far enough to completely expose both of her breasts.

“Foxy,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You can look at my breasts, if you want.”

If he wanted? Was she crazy? Of course he wanted! He jerked his head from the pillow, green eyes wide. And oh Gods, she was serious. She really had taken her breasts out! They were damn near perfect, too. Nicely sized, plump and perky, almost like teardrops. Pale, soft skin, tipped with beautiful pink nipples that were currently very, very hard.

“Do you…like them?” Rebecca asked, unsure.

“Oh, Gods, yes,” Foxy replied. “You’re, you’re gonna make me cum!”

That made Rebecca beam. In the back of her mind, she knew Puppy must be getting an eyeful too, and probably had quite the little raging coyote boner as a result. But she ****** herself not to worry about that, he could consider it a perk of starting his new job on the right day.

“I want you to cum” Rebecca said with a moan creeping into her voice. “I want my foxy to cum!”

She reached forward, and took the fox’s raging vulpine erection into her hand again, squeezing it tightly. She felt the little bulge at it’s base, and squeezed that too, which rather surprisingly to the girl made the fox gasp aloud. Whatever that was, he certainly seemed to like it. She squeezed that bulge a little more, rubbing it.

“My…my knot!” The fox stammered.

“Fuck my hand, Foxy!” Rebecca said with a wicked snarl. Gods, where the hell had that come from? She wasn’t sure just what part of herself would demand such a thing, but she rather liked it. With her free hand, she reached and began to tease her own breast. Rubbing it, squeezing gently so the fox could see her fingers lightly sinking into the soft flesh. Little red marks lingered for a few moments when she moved her hand to squeeze again. She rubbed her nipple with a thumb, then pinched it ever so slightly and moaned for the fox. “Fuck my hand!”

Foxy did just that, crying out at the same time. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

He wasn’t kidding, either. Watching the princess playing with her breast while she squeezed his knot and told him to “fuck her hand” was just about all the fox could take. He braced himself against the bed with his hands, and made a few hard thrusts into the girls outstretched fist. His balls bumped against her hand at the end of each thrust.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” Foxy finally cried out as he came, nearly a canine roar. “I’m cuuuuuummmiiiiiinnng!”

Foxy locked his eyes on the princess’s breasts as he came. Wanting the sight of them to be seared into his memory just as the pleasure seared through his body. The princess gasped in delight as she felt the fox’s cock jump in her hand, and she kept hold of it! The fox’s thrusts faltered, so she began to pump him up and down. To her surprise, that little bulge at the base of his tool was suddenly swelling up like a swiftly filled wineskin, filling her hand. How strange. She assumed that was normal, and so she just kept stroking, kept kneading her own breast. As much for her own pleasure as for the fox’s.

Waves of ecstasy rolled through the fox’s cock, and with it came his release. Thick streams of whitish liquid burst forth from the fox’s maleness as it pulsed in her hand. The first splatter of fox seed barely made his stomach, but the second splattered his chest, and the third actually hit the fur at the base of his neck. The fourth and fifth spurts of hot, sticky fox cum landed somewhere in the middle, and by the time his pleasure began to fade, and the waves of sheer hot delight washing over him began to abate, Foxy had done an awfully good job marking his chest and belly fur with splatters of white goo. More of it dribbling from his nearly spent tool, and running over the princess’ clenched fingers.

Only when he’d stopped moaning, and seemed to be trying to catch his breath did she actually let him go. She looked at her hand, examining the dribbles of white sticky goop that coated it, and then wiped it off on the fox’s leg. She realized she had to catch her own breath, and she took a moment to do so as she tugged her shirt back down. After a moment, she couldn’t help but tease the suddenly very relaxed looking fox.

“You had better hope you don’t get any of that stuff on my bed clothes.”

“Do my best,” the fox murmured. Given the way the stuff seemed to stick to his fur, it was likely if he was careful, he could avoid getting her bed clothes messy. After a moment, he glanced up at her, smiling, both black tipped ears perked, his whiskers trembling in the last vestiges of orgasmic excitement. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you. …Really. That was…amazing.”

Rebecca only smiled at him. “You’re welcome, Foxy.” She paused, folding her hands a moment, glancing at Puppy. Who was doing his very best to try and act as though he hadn’t been watching. Puppy was also doing his very best to try and hide the fact that he too had quite the little canine erection going on, though, he wasn’t doing as good a job at that. Rebecca thought about going over and kicking him in the balls, but then she decided against it. She was in such a good mood right now that she couldn’t bring herself to hurt him any more. At least, not at the moment. Besides, it was her choice to jerk off the fox, and her choice to take out her breasts. She wouldn’t punish the cute little coyote for a choice he hadn’t made.

Instead, she simply leaned forward, and poked at Foxy’s still engorged knot. “Isn’t this supposed to go back into it’s little house when you’ve spent your seed?”

Foxy flicked an ear, laughing a little. “Never heard a sheath called a house, but yeah, it will in a little while. Oh, and that’s my knot that yer proddin’ at. When canines cum, their knot swells. Keeps us locked in a female when we mate. It’ll go down in a few.”

Rebecca scrunched her nose. She shook her head, red curls swishing. “I’m not sure about all that. But, what I am sure of, my dear foxy…” Whether she’d meant it that way or not, he was most certainly her Dear Foxy, a fact she couldn’t really hide from herself any more. “…Is that you need a hot bath. The Gods know I could use one right now, too.”

Foxy lifted his head a little bit. “I’ll draw one up, then. Perhaps…” He paused, licking his nose, and decided at this point he may as well just ask. “Perhaps you could take it with me.”

Rebecca merely smiled. “Perhaps I shall, Dear Foxy. Perhaps I shall.”

[Alec Anaconda]

I found this chapter strangely erotic, for it nudged almost-forgotten memories of first time sexual encounters.

Somehow, you’ve taken a one-line chapter plot and woven it into a compulsive read, leaving me wanting the next chapter.

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Would you consider using italics for the preamble and normal text for the story body?

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

I found this chapter strangely erotic, for it nudged almost-forgotten memories of first time sexual encounters.

Somehow, you’ve taken a one-line chapter plot and woven it into a compulsive read, leaving me wanting the next chapter.

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Would you consider using italics for the preamble and normal text for the story body?

Alec Anaconda

Good to hear! I aim to please, lol. This was the sorta chapter I didn't exactly envision when I first started writing Chapter 1. Given that back then it was just supposed to be about a fox getting his balls busted. And then a coyote, as well. But it's morphed into something more, and the fox had definitely earned his reward!

Glad you're enjoying it so much, that means a lot!

As for swapping around the italics, yeah I could probably do that lol. As long as I remember whenever the next chapter's ready for posting!

Probably be something else posted next, though. Right now I'm finishing up my two male dragons story for the furry sites I post on, though there's definitely some ballbusting there too.

Also have a story where one of Adam's friends, a husky, is trapped inside a sleeping bag while Melissa and her friends have some fun with him. That's about half way written.

[jabby]

Always enjoy reading your stories MP! Liked the fact that you threw in a little ballbusting and some excellent threats, it really made the characters seem consistent even with the new direction they are taking. Planning another installment? It would be interesting to see how this chapter changes their dynamic. :jumpsmile

Anyway, looking forward to reading whatever you write next.

[Mythical Pain]

Always enjoy reading your stories MP! Liked the fact that you threw in a little ballbusting and some excellent threats, it really made the characters seem consistent even with the new direction they are taking. Planning another installment? It would be interesting to see how this chapter changes their dynamic. :jumpsmile

Anyway, looking forward to reading whatever you write next.

Thanks very much! Hehe, glad you liked the threats she made...I particularly liked the one where she threatened to strip the coyote naked just to watch his balls vanish when she kicked them into his head, lol.

As for another installment...probably! Though I'll likely be writing some other stories in the meantime, and then picking up with them again later.

In addition to the two stories I mentioned I'm working on to AA just in my previous post, I've also got a slightly more serious story in mind for Melissa, involving a romance between her and a coyote when she's a little old. Of course, anyone romantically involved with her is sure to have very sore puppy makers indeed!

[Alec Anaconda]

Mythical Pain: Man this thread is slow lately.



It’s looking like people are becoming too busy to type.

Here are three more threads that are also too slow for my liking.



http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=5764&page=19 (http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=5764&page=19)



http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9259&page=12 (http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9259&page=12)



http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9229&page=5 (http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9229&page=5)



Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Mythical Pain: Man this thread is slow lately.



It’s looking like people are becoming too busy to type.

Here are three more threads that are also too slow for my liking.



http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=5764&page=19 (http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=5764&page=19)



http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9259&page=12 (http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9259&page=12)



http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9229&page=5 (http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=9229&page=5)



Alec Anaconda

I made a post on one of them! ...As you saw lol. Trying to do my part anyway.

Seriously, what's so slow about this place, and especially this thread lately? I swear half the folks who posted here regularly when I first joined don't even show up lately, unless they're just lurking, or no longer enjoy this thread.

Anyone else do any furry ballbusting writing lately? I've gotten some done, but took a break to go to a furry convention and have a lotta fun hehe.

Someone else needs to write up some furry nut crunching fun for us to enjoy!

[Mythical Pain]

Melissa kicking Jerrod straight out of your story in those clothes :)

Just curious, how's it coming? Had a chance to get started or just brainstorming? ::Grins:: Really can't wait to see it!

[Alec Anaconda]

Mythical Pain:

Seriously, what's so slow about this place, and especially this thread lately? I swear half the folks who posted here regularly when I first joined don't even show up lately, unless they're just lurking, or no longer enjoy this thread.



I can’t speak for others, but I find I’m just so busy.

There seems to be fewer hours in a week than there were years ago, and so many ways to fill those hours.



In addition, the user interface to this forum becomes less friendly as software moves on.

I prefer to write in Word 7, but when I want exact formatting, I need to use Notepad as an intermediate stage and then format manually.

Most times I either, edit each space to two spaces then paste in and tolerate this forum’s interpretation, or just type into the wretchedly tiny window.

Alec Anaconda

[poiu]

I'm still around! Just insanely busy. Though I did write about a thousand more words of the last chapter of Dragon Slaying last week. That was the first time I'd touched it in like two months, but still :P

FellArts posted a really nice M/M Pokemon BB pic over on InkBunny recently, if anybody wants to go find it. (Might update this post with a link later.)

[beaktooth]

Hi Myth
Slow happens sometimes man ::nods:: I'm on fur porn sites where they complain about people not posting things these days.
Like Alec said, I'm just busy :} Although I did have an awesome idea for a short story today. I might try writing on my tablet computer sometime. There is just not enough time to sit at a computer at home, heh.
Glad to hear you made it to a con though! Where'd you go??

[Mythical Pain]

In addition, the user interface to this forum becomes less friendly as software moves on.

I prefer to write in Word 7, but when I want exact formatting, I need to use Notepad as an intermediate stage and then format manually.

Most times I either, edit each space to two spaces then paste in and tolerate this forum’s interpretation, or just type into the wretchedly tiny window.

Alec Anaconda

Ugh, I know how you feel. I post my stories on some furry sites, as well, and I'm unable to get the formatting right on any of them. I really want my formatting to come out proper, that is, looking like actual prose in a novel with each paragraph and new line of dialogue indented and so forth.

But as I usually write my stuff in a word processor and then copy/paste it, it's nearly impossible to get that done. So I finally just gave up and settled for the far less professional looking double space for new paragraphs/dialogue. Guess it works, lol.

[Mythical Pain]

I'm still around! Just insanely busy. Though I did write about a thousand more words of the last chapter of Dragon Slaying last week. That was the first time I'd touched it in like two months, but still :P

FellArts posted a really nice M/M Pokemon BB pic over on InkBunny recently, if anybody wants to go find it. (Might update this post with a link later.)

Excellent! Good to know you're still working on it! I finally got Dragon Tribe 2 finished today, rough draft at least. Probably give it a quick edit tomorrow and just toss it up on the other sites lol.

Inkbunny eh? Heard of it but haven't really checked it out. Are they pretty story-focused? Or at least have a big crowd? I find my writing gets a much bigger audience on SF then it does FA.

[Mythical Pain]

Hi Myth
Slow happens sometimes man ::nods:: I'm on fur porn sites where they complain about people not posting things these days.
Like Alec said, I'm just busy :} Although I did have an awesome idea for a short story today. I might try writing on my tablet computer sometime. There is just not enough time to sit at a computer at home, heh.
Glad to hear you made it to a con though! Where'd you go??

You should wriiiiiiite iiiiiit! Lol. Would love to see one of your furry or scaly ballbusting stories on here! And yeah, the con was a lotta fun! I'll send ya a PM about it hehe. Posted up some pics on my FA.

[Fallen Arts]

It's been a while since I've had anything to offer but here's something I think you may all enjoy. A bit of Pokemon abuse via telekinesis and a baseball bat.
https://inkbunny.net///files/full/271/271593_FallenArts_chivy_doodles_00.jpg

[cbtsubbie]

Awesome! :)
It's been a while since I've had anything to offer but here's something I think you may all enjoy. A bit of Pokemon abuse via telekinesis and a baseball bat.
https://inkbunny.net///files/full/271/271593_FallenArts_chivy_doodles_00.jpg

[SagaDC]

I'm always lurking, and post links when I happen to stumble across them. Unfortunately, I'm not much when it comes to art, so I can't really contribute in that arena. As for writing, well, folks like Mythical Pain and Poiu are hard acts to follow.

[Mythical Pain]

I'm always lurking, and post links when I happen to stumble across them. Unfortunately, I'm not much when it comes to art, so I can't really contribute in that arena. As for writing, well, folks like Mythical Pain and Poiu are hard acts to follow.

Appreciate the compliment! But by all means don't let that stop you! If people decided against writing or composing music or making movies just because they weren't sure they would live up to others, nothing creative would ever get done!

It's not a competition, its just all in good fun! I know I'd love to read any furry or otherwise ballbusting stories you came up with! Would love seeing more folks posting up some fun ballbusting stories in this thread, even if they were just a few simple paragraphs.

[Mythical Pain]

It's been a while since I've had anything to offer but here's something I think you may all enjoy. A bit of Pokemon abuse via telekinesis and a baseball bat.
https://inkbunny.net///files/full/271/271593_FallenArts_chivy_doodles_00.jpg

Nice to see you still hanging around! You ever watch or post on your FA much anymore? I just posted up Dragon Tribe 2, hehe.

Love that artwork! Poor lil poke-makers never stood a chance! :D

[Johnni]

Mythical Pain:

Seriously, what's so slow about this place, and especially this thread lately? I swear half the folks who posted here regularly when I first joined don't even show up lately, unless they're just lurking, or no longer enjoy this thread.



I can’t speak for others, but I find I’m just so busy.

There seems to be fewer hours in a week than there were years ago, and so many ways to fill those hours.



In addition, the user interface to this forum becomes less friendly as software moves on.

I prefer to write in Word 7, but when I want exact formatting, I need to use Notepad as an intermediate stage and then format manually.

Most times I either, edit each space to two spaces then paste in and tolerate this forum’s interpretation, or just type into the wretchedly tiny window.

Alec Anaconda
I'm still checking the thread every once in a while.

Mostly I just re-read Snoodle's stories over on the EA, those stories are great! Especially the ones with the dog/wolves/horses.

[Mythical Pain]

I'm still checking the thread every once in a while.

Mostly I just re-read Snoodle's stories over on the EA, those stories are great! Especially the ones with the dog/wolves/horses.

I've read that site once in a while. Not exactly my bag, though they do have a few furry and dragon stories. If they had more of that stuff I'd be there more often lol. I prefer the male creatures to be sentient, and I'm not as into ********** as I am just busting them silly lol.

But speaking of Snoodle, wonder whatever happened to her?

[Snoodle]

I've read that site once in a while. Not exactly my bag, though they do have a few furry and dragon stories. If they had more of that stuff I'd be there more often lol. I prefer the male creatures to be sentient, and I'm not as into ********** as I am just busting them silly lol.

But speaking of Snoodle, wonder whatever happened to her?

Lurking. :D

[WhispyWillow]

Lurking. :D

Heh, there you are. I tried sending you a couple PMs on f-list some months ago, but I never got a response.

In other news, I'm gonna go ahead and post one of my submissions here in plaintext. This is a RP-turned-story between a friend of mine and myself. Enjoy!

EDIT: Yech, this formatting is terrible. Sorry guys.

Disclaimer: This story contains (among other things) violence, pseudo-****, **********
and ******. Read at your own risk!

The Seed Is Strong

Stepping from the forest’s deep shadows, the sleek black and white striped
Unicorn slowly strolled across the grassy fields surrounding the Centaur village. The
long summer evening hummed with all the sounds of the warm months, the sun
resting on the shoulders of the tall craggy peaks that lined the horizons. Up ahead, the
dusty streets of the Centaur village loomed. Most families had retired to their homes
for the evening and only the young, aggressive, hormone-driven males were still out
cavorting. Of course, the sight of the rare, sleek equine was enough to draw the gaze
of many of the onlooking centaurs. Cat-calls and hungry eyes undressed the Zebracorn
with every passing moment, and a few of the lustful males even began to follow the
stud before drifting off, obliviously passing up the myth for promises of flesh
mistakenly thought to be better.
One large, long shack, obviously built with the unwieldy bodies of the villagers
in-mind, stood aglow with life and activity. The local tavern cast a gold light across the
creeping fingers of twilight shadow, and it was from this that the raucous stench of
centaur musk and alcohol accompanied the din of merriment. One scent wafted above
the others, and it was this which would catch the Zebracorn's attention as he drifted
closer to the tavern from the outside: a unicorn, and a male one at that.
Those long slotted equine nostrils widened, that long narrow head snapping
around as the sweet teasing scent caught Hooves’ attention. The horny Zebracorn's
path changed away from the sexy red equine rump that had previously held his
attention, altering his course to slowly wander into the Centaur tavern. Within, most of
the patrons were indeed just as it seemed: centaurs, lined side-to-side along a
enormous bar countertop or jostling and weaving amid one another on a dance floor.
There were no instruments, but the thrum of hooves and the drinking melodies
throbbing in the air offered all the music one would need. The air was thick with heady
masculine scents, and sweaty bodies pressed against the Zebracorn from all sides.
However, it was the sexy Unicorn scent that held his attention, the sexy stud slowly
screening the room until he spotted the horn.
Long, wickedly curved and a vivid crimson in color, the horn wasn't that hard to
miss. Its owner was an enormous stallion who resembled something much closer to a
draft horse than an actual unicorn. Huge hooves equally red in coloration lay splayed
wide as the stud lounged against the corner where two of the long benches lining the
walls met. Silky black fur pooled about the floor around each hoof, stemming from the
bottom of those long, powerful legs. Unfortunately, those sexy equine legs were
quickly obscured by the low cut of a thick sash wrapped tight about his waist. A similar
shawl, which was so abundant in size that it more resembled a poncho, was wrapped
tight around his neck and did what it could to protect that broad, thickly muscled chest
from prying eyes. The equine's muzzle was much broader than the Zebracorn who
beheld him, lacking the slender grace of a wild stallion in favor of the thick fortitude of
a warhorse.
The equine seemed to be scowling at the moment, staring down the drunken
centaur who was hitting on him. Wide nostrils flared in irritation, wisps of smoke rising
from them the way they might a cartoon dragon's. The white, zebra-like stripes which
coated his ebony frame rippled and writhed as powerful muscles clenched and eased
uncertainly.
"C'mon...Jus' lemmie see it once...Pleaaaase..." The centaur slurred with a surly
grin, his erection beginning to flop and drag slightly on the ground as it struggled to
compete with its owner's inebriation. "I'll show you mine...ehehe..." Any further
advances were halted, however, as Hooves strolled purposely up and smacked the buck
skinned Centaur on his wide rump, making the drunken stud’s human torso jerk
around awkwardly to look at him. "Wha...?" The intoxicated stud started to slur as the
sleek Zebracorn moved up his side, one hand reaching under the Centaur’s belly to
fondle that floppy stud stick. "You’re showing your cock to everyone in here, stud."
The Zebracorn chuckled as the drunken stud bucks, thrusting his cock against Hooves’
soft, smooth palm. "Hey, yer a cute little one... but I'm lookin' fer a mounting
tonight..." The drunken stud slurred, shoving Hooves away roughly even as the
Zebracorn smirked. "Well, I'm sure that big boy over there would be more that willing
to help you out..." Hooves snorted, gesturing to a massive Centaur stallion a few yards
away, a huge horny draft horse of a Centaur. "Wha...? Awww nawww that...That’s my
cousin, Daren." The drunken Centaur protested even as the bigger stallion suddenly
twisted his head around, whinnying in lustful delight and pouncing on his smaller
cousin's broad back. Riding him off across the tavern to the amusement of the
watching crowd, Hooves slipped over and sat beside the strange looking Unicorn.
The unicorn watched him silently, a frown plastered upon his broad, handsome
features. Intense, red eyes followed the sleek Zebracorn as he eased down beside him,
and the stallion only shifted so as to tug his long, braided tail out of Hooves' way. "...I
didn't ask for help." The enormous stud rumbled in a deep, powerful voice which
sounded like rolling thunder. Still, his body language clearly relaxed, snowy stripes
smoothing across his frame as he settled back down.
"Oh it wasn't you I was helping...I got the feeling Buck there was going to get
hurt if something didn't distract him... No point in having a lovely evening like this
ruined by pointless violence." Hooves explained in his easy, friendly manner, reaching
out to catch a foamy tankard as it went by on a upraised tray. The Zebracorn crossed
his long sleek equine legs as he leaned back and took a sip, smiling up at the bigger
Unicorn. "So whats your story? You certainly are an interesting looking fella." To this
the stud shook his head, "I could say the same thing." He mumbled in reply, eyeing the
glistening mugs as they pass by but not snatching one up for himself. He looked the
Zebracorn up and down, his thickly muscled arms folding across that broad chest.
"Been some while since I saw a 'corn last...a live one, anyway."
“Well, we are a rare species...Zebracorns especially...As for my story...Mother
came into season on the savannah and father, being the lusty stallion that he was, took
full advantage...Heh." Hooves explained, leaning against the other Unicorn’s side and
taking a sip as he looked up at the bigger stud. "The joke’s on him though, because
all he ever sired was stallion-lovers like me..."
"Mm.." The large equine rumbled, allowing the smaller, leaner Zebracorn to rest
against his broad body. He was surprisingly warm, his fur slightly coarse to the touch.
"My mother was a Zebracorn, too...and raped." He replied, a smirk creeping over his
lips as he rested his head back against the top of the bench. "My father's now a
gelding, hiding in a hole somewhere...Ashamed to be around real males..." His lustrous
eyes rolled to observe the Zebracorn carefully as his nostrils flared, breathing in the
other stud's scent "...Like us."
"A female Zebracorn...Raped, huh...?" Hooves mumbled as he took another long
sip from the mug he was nursing, pausing to enjoy the feeling of that big hot body
against his own. "Well, I knew there are a few out there...Although I never concerned
myself with meeting them..." Hooves snorted laying his head on that bigger stud’s
shoulder, even as his long black organ began to erect. "But he was gelded, huh? Well I
guess he got his comeuppance, heh. Not able to regenerate like a true unicorn, huh...?"
"Mmmn...Yeah...He was hit with some pretty powerful magic.." The stallion
replied leisurely, purposefully omitting the simple fact his father was something else
entirely. "Couple seconds sooner, an' I wouldn't have been born.." The hybrid glanced
down at the swelling maleness gently pulsating in-time to Hooves' heartbeat between
those sleek, powerful thighs, a grin spreading over his soft equine lips. "Mmn...Looks
like you've got bigger concerns, though..." A hand drifted down to trace a keratinized,
crimson fingertip along the top of that floppy ebony rod, "...Haku, by the way..."
"Ammmmmm Haku...." Hooves moaned softly as that single finger tip toyed
with his pulsing stud stick, making it stiffen even more as Hooves lay there smiling.
"Gelding magic...Huh, snipped him off just after he spurted? Unlucky for him, heh.
Lucky for me, though, ‘cuz now I'm sitting beside the big, sexy fruits of that orgasm."
"Heh, that's right..." The bigger stud gave a deep chuckle, slowly rising to stand.
If he seemed large before, he was absolutely massive once those long, thick legs were
added to his height. He had to have been nine feet tall, the thick single braids of his
long ebony hair and tail somehow adding an undertone of civilized savagery to his
immense presence. "Come." He grunted, extending a massive, powerful hand down to
the sleek, sexy zebracorn.
"Ohoooo don't mind if I do." Hooves snickered, setting his mug aside and
taking the big studs hand. Instantly lifted to his hooves by the larger stud, he couldn’t
help but watch that big, sexy rump softly sway as Haku lead him through the crowded
tavern. Drawing lustful looks and naughty guffaws from the Centaur stallions, the big
Unicorns trotted into the private room in the back of the Tavern where wayward males
often spent the night often in the company of other males. Haku ignored the Centaurs,
even as they began to take playful swats at Hooves’ thick organ as it bounced and
flopped past.
The scent of male on male rutting were powerful in the air of the back room. Its
furnishings were simple and sparse, though in its center stood a massive bed. It was
an enormous, circular thing, clearly built for use by much larger creatures, but it would
certainly serve the task. Pillows lay recklessly scattered across its cheap sheets, and
with a grunt the massive stud swung Hooves by the hand out onto the bedspread.
"Wwweeeheheee!" Hooves squealed excitedly as he was catapulted onto the center of
that huge bed, where he bounced up and down for a moment. "How you want to do
this?" The massive stud asks clumsily, tugging off his shawl with a strength that
seemed to come as easily as breathing, exposing his big, broad chest and powerful
shoulders. The Zebracorn reclined onto a pile of pillows, watching the bigger stallion
slowly undress in front of him, that long black stud stick bouncing and drooling wildly.
"Oh I'm easy, sweety...I'll do it anyway you like...Just so long as I get that huge rut stick
inside of me at least once." The sleek, sexy, striped stud giggled, spreading out and
looking coyly up at the bigger stallion.
"Oh, you will..." rumbled the other stallion, removing his sash and throwing it at
the prone Zebracorn's head in one swift, fluidic motion. The weight of the bed
drastically shifted, lower legs pinning down the Hooves’ shoulders as knees straddled
his long, powerful neck. By the time the smaller stud had managed to force the
garment off of his his head, he found himself staring up his larger partner. The sash
had hidden much, most noticeably the massive seed-makers which now rested
tantalizingly heavy upon his chest. They each had to be the size of seedless
watermelons, rivaled only by the bulging sheath above them, bloated with the promise
of an enormous length of equine meat within. "But I bet..." The enormous horse
chuckled darkly as he reached back behind himself to stroke that floppy, drooling fuck
stick with a luxuriously smooth, soft grip, "You'll change your mind pretty quickly..."
“Ummmmmm gods..." Hooves moaned as he stared at those huge orbs that
draped down over his chest. The larger equine shifted his weight slowly, pressing his
tremendous seed-makers right up to that velvety black muzzle. "Well maybe while
you’re putting it in...But once its inside me...I'm all yours." The sexy little Zebracorn
promised as he craned that long equine neck and buried his muzzle between those
big, sweaty male plums, licking and kissing them like they were the lips of and old
lover. "Ahmm...I'll hold you to that..." Haku nickered in reply as those fat, musky orbs
were lavished with attention. Hooves’ long, black stud stick bounced and thickened
within his luxuriously smooth, soft-yet-tightly gripping fist. That huge hand seemed to
cover a third of his throbbing, dripping length, making Hooves whinny as his breaths
became loud and rasping. His grip tightened firmly around that hard, pulsating shaft,
stroking it more violently with every passing moment.
As the Zebracorn’s proud maleness continued to sputter and ooze copious
amounts of pre, the larger stud began to time the pumps of that throbbing maleness
with the rhythmic swaying of the zebracorn's own hefty pair of male jewels so that they
were soon jostling and bouncing against his fist with every downwards stroke.
Breathing deep and letting out a slow, restrained grunt, the stallion’s sheath swelled
and bulged lewdly before giving away to an enormous, mostly flaccid length. The thick,
sensitive mottled flesh snaked down along the Zebracorn's powerful neck, only to spill
onto the bed beside him.
"Ummmmmmm..." Hooves moaned in even higher sexual delight as his fat orbs
swing down and then bounced back up just in time to smack against the huge fist
pumping up and down his length. Oddly, this rough treatment of the Zebracorns colt
makers only made him more lustful, that hot mouth going wild on those musky male
organs. "You like that, stud?" The large stallion rumbled overhead, clearly noticing the
increased fervor at which the submissive stallion beneath him was worshipping his
enormous male eggs. The large, strong hand gripping his cock picked up tempo,
audibly smacking into the Zebracorn's bulging pouch with every downwards stroke,
sending those huge colt makers flopping down against the bed before they surge back
up in time for the next abusive blow. "Weeehe Weeehehehe..." Hooves squealed
through his long slotted nostrils as those big potent seed sacks were even more
brutally beaten, this only making the Zebracorn more and more excited. "Gods yes..."
That testicle-muffled voice admitted even as the sleek pretty little slut's cock throbbed
harder and faster.
After a few moments Hooves’ head turned slightly so that he could lick along
that mighty cock as it rested longer and bigger than he would have ever believed in its
flaccid state. This ****** Haku to dip his head with a grunt, suppressing a moan as
that skilled tongue lavished his massive, limp organ. Of course, it didn’t stay limp for
long, that tremendous cock surging in size, bloating obscenely under the attention. Its
owner reached down with a grunt, hefting the floppy, sagging arousal to rest its
bloated underbelly upon the Zebracorn's lips, giving the sexy, sleek myth a firsthand
view as that tremendous cock engorges and swells to obscene proportions.
Hooves’ big, three-fingered hands slid sensually up and down the massive
thighs pinning him down, loving the rough feel of the bigger male’s fur. The larger
equine smirks gloatingly, his breaths leaving in heavy, smoke-filled pants. The stud's
hips buck and gyrate faintly, grinding the swollen urethral bulge of his immense cock
against the Zebracorn's muzzle, rubbing that thick, powerful scent into his fur. As
Haku's massive masculinity becomes his whole world, that enormous stud stick so hot
and musky, it almost makes Hooves cum just having it draped over his nose and
mouth. It had to have been at least as thick as a thigh, and its swollen medial ring was
nowhere in sight...At least, it wasn't until the stud began to ease his way down Hooves'
body, dragging that tremendous endowment down over the zebracorn. Hooves’ slick,
hot tongue explored all along that huge, musky cock, licking and lapping fawningly
even as that huge cock is pulled away from him.
A solid five feet of swollen, throbbing horse cock lay pulsating against the
striped beauty's body by the time he was straddling Hooves' legs, pre splattering in
obscene quantities onto the sub's hair. “Wha...wait, come back...” The lusty Zebracorn
moaned sluttily, lapping up that pre-cum as it drooled all over his neck and chest. "Oh,
it's not going anywhere, Hooves..." The hybrid stallion rumbled in reply, knowing the
Zebracorn's name without needing to be told. Thrusting his hips forward, he smeared
that flared, blunt glans against the Zebracorn's muzzle. Another gush of pre slops
against the zebracorn's features even as the smaller equine's own oozing, jutting fuckstick
dribbles its arousal onto pillar of pulsating flesh pressed alongside it. The pretty
Zebracorn licked and lapped at that massive cock head as it was tauntingly rubbed
over his pretty black and white striped muzzle, the watery equine pre-cum making the
already lusty Hooves even more excited.
Slowly Haku dips back, hooves the size of dinnerplates thumping down upon
the floor as the massive stallion heaves his cock up off of the stud with one large hand.
"Well I got a few ideas of were it can go..." The Zebracorn moaned needily as he lay
back, staring up at that awe inspiring marvel of malehood as it towered over him.
"Whatcha thinking big boy..." "Heh..." The stallion grinned wickedly, those vicious red
eyes obscured by the fingers of smoke which rose from his slotted nostrils and supple,
wide lips. "I'm thinking...I wanna get you down to the ring." He replied, his hand sliding
down over that fleshy cannon to grip just behind his median ring. Lifting the enormous
organ, which sagged slightly under its own immense weight, he smacked the flat,
broad glans of his proud arousal against the Zebracorn's plump sack, using his own
enormous endowment as a blunt club with which to beat and abuse those big,
vulnerable stud nuggets. After the third strike he gave his cock a few long, firm
strokes, grinning in satisfaction as the tremendous, meaty length lost that weighty
droop. "OOOOOOOO...HEHEHE!" Hooves moaned and giggled at once as Haku used
his mighty rut stick like a mace to bludgeon the pretty Zebracorn's pony makers
playfully, making those sexy striped equine legs bounce up and wide out to either side,
his dangling junk becoming even easier targets. "Hoooo yeah, ring me baby..."
Hooves squealed as the bigger stallion announced his intentions while putting on an
impressive display with that massive organ.
"Oh I'll ring you..and then some.." The stallion snorted in reply, smirking as he
took in the sight of Hooves' lewd position. Giving his tremendous cock a few more firm
pumps before leaning forward, he kept one hand gripping the base of his own
endowment to guide it between the sleek slutty Zebracorn's legs. With a grin and a
purposeful miss, he bucked his hips forward and mashds that big, blunt, oozing cock
head straight into Hooves' pendulous orbs, compressing those fat colt makers and
******* them to the sides of that bulging, straining pouch. "...Oops..."
"OOOOOOFFF!" Hooves moaned in delightful agony as that hard cock head
smashed into his soft jewel sack, sending those hefty plums squirming out to either
side to escape. "Hooooo damn, you naughty boy...Gonna turn me into a gelding before
yer done." Hooves moaned in pleasure and pain as that massive cock head pounded
between those twin globes.
'That's the plan...' The larger equine thought, but did not say. “"Looks like you'd
like that, with the way your little cock's spitting pre..." He rumbled, offering a playful
but cruel smile as he dipped his hips away, this time ******* the flared end of that
enormous cock against Hooves' soft, tight entrance. That velvet tail hole felt fiery hot
against that big, blunt equine cock head, even as watery pre-cum gushed against it.
The sexy Zebracorn opened and closed that hole playfully just to impress the larger
stud. The sensation was not lost on the hybrid; he could feel that soft, tight hole
squeeze open and shut against his flaring arousal much more than he could see it, and
this only further drove him to force his hips forward, trying to ram that girth, which
was easily wider than what most furs had long, into that tight, hot entrance. With a
nicker of frustration the big stallion stamped a powerful hoof down on the floor,
causing the bed to shudder from the sheer force of the impact.
Hooves licked his thick black lips senusally as he looked up at the hard,
frustrated stallion, using the strong muscles of that hot tail hole to tease the younger
stud. Letting that big blunt head sink in a bit before ******* it back out playfully, he
leered up at Haku. "Awww whats the matter stuUUUARGH!" The Zebracorn's squealed,
half sitting upright as the big stud suddenly grabbed his ankles, the powerful muscles
in his arms visibly bulging as he yanked those long legs towards him, dragging the
equine down onto his mighty endowment. Hooves’ bright blue eyes flew wide open,
almost as wide as his mouth, but neither nearly as wide as his hot tailhole as Haku
****** the first third of his cock into it with with nothing but brute strength and
determination. "WWWEEEHEHEHEEE!" The pretty Zebracorn screamed and bucked as
that sleek flesh was stretched to its limits, and then even further, that velvet ring
beginning to softly rip.
"RRRRRAAAHAAHAAAHHH!" The equine snarled something between a cry of
triumph and a loud moan as he wrenched that tailhole wide, sinking inch after gutwrenching
inch of his tremendous organ into that hot, writhing passage. He smirked
with a shudder of bliss as he felt those wet, warm innards worn tight around his proud
endowment, stretched far beyond anything intended by that obscene length of
intruding, unyielding flesh. "Heh...Ehehe..What's the matter, slut?" The hybrid leered,
quickly releasing his ankles to seize the Zebracorn’s twitching, shuddering thighs, "Too
much for ya?"
"GODS!" Hooves breathed, gulping for air as he concentrated with all his might
on opening himself up, hardly hearing the bigger stallions teasing words. "Ummm
No...No..." The pretty Zebracorn moaned, but whether in denial or simply trying to get
Haku to stop its was impossible to tell. At this, Haku then began to pull, a wet gurgle
from Hooves' traumatized depths filling the air as he embedded more of his prodigious
erection into that spasming hole, that soft, fleshy donut ****** wider with every
moment. "C'mon Hooves.." He practically purred the Zebracorn's name, his tone
somewhere between contempt and lust, "Use that magic...or you'll never get there..."
"Ummm Ummmmmm..." Hooves moaned, knowing the big stud was right. He
released his magic to try and allow his insides to form a trans-dimensional space.
"Ahmmm..Ehehe..." The huge equine grinned gloatingly as he felt that magic surge
through the smaller stud's body, struggling to accommodate his enormous endowment
as he ****** more of himself inside those quivering, convulsing depths with every
passing moment. His own horn began to glow a ferocious red, as did his crimson
keratin...and with it came an intense heat. The thick, blunt keratinized nails capping
his fingers dug into the zebracorn's thighs, causing his fur to smolder and his flesh to
sizzle. Those soft equine lips pull back in a ferocious grin. “You’re mine.”
Hooves realized the trap for what it was far too late. With that massive cock
filling his body, there was no way to transport away. Nor could he simply melt into the
mist, that would only take Haku with him. Using the only option he had left, the sleek
striped stud swung his fists wildly, only to have his small, stone-hard fists bounce
harmlessly off that bigger body. Lifting a hand, Haku answered those blows by lashing
out at the Zebracorn’s mighty horn. "Too late, stud." He rumbled with a vicious grin as
his grip wrapped tight around the source of the striped equine's magic, that powerful
hand suddenly igniting with magical flames.
"IIEIEIEEEE!" The Zebracorn screamed as Haku's flaming fist jerked and yanked
that long spiraling horn. Magic flared as the two of them contested, and while Hooves’
magic was more powerful, that big cock inside of him was making all the difference.
making him feel more and more submissive as it pounded deeper within him. The
smaller equine’s horn glowed white-hot with heat by the time Haku’s will finally
overpowered him. With a sharp ‘CRACK’ that sleek horn snapped, leaving only a couple
of inches of broken keratin jutting from the Zebracorn’s broad forehead.
"Ahhmmmmm..." The hybrid chuckled darkly, holding up the zebracorn's horn
as its magic faded in the enormous palm of his hand. Reveling in his triumph for only a
moment, he quickly returned his focus to the writhing, squealing stud impaled on his
malehood. Seizing the zebracorn by the waist, the massive stallion suddenly heaved
the now powerless Zebracorn up, standing tall and ******* the poor stallion to let
gravity plunge that tremendous fuck pole further into his trembling, traumatized hole.
"AHAHAHAAA!" Hooves screamed as his body was lifted up into the air, his own body
weight ******* him to slide farther down. His insides twisting in agony as that massive
cock empaled him farther still.
“Did you know Zofty had a son?" The stallion asked gloatingly on the trailing end
of a moan, that huge cock throbbing within the striped beauty and coating his inner
walls with slimy, thick pre. "Ohooo Gods...Wha?" The helpless, broken Zebracorn
moaned weakly as his tiny fists beat more and more impotently against Haku's hefty
muscles... "Wha...Wha...Zofty?" Embarrassingly Hooves had lost track of his son,
although he vaguely remembered hearing rumors about Zofty going mare.
"Errr...You...You’re my...My..." The stunned Zebracorn stammered weakly as the tip of
his broken horn began to droop and drip in Haku’s still-blazing hand, slowly melting
before the Zebracorn’s eyes.
“That’s right...” The large stallion rumbled and grinned, lifting the melting horn
high and tilting his head back, pouring the Zebracorn's glowing-hot symbol of his
magic down his throat. With a leisurely roll of his hips, the hybrid grinned sadistically
to the sound of Hooves' innards gurgling and groaning in protest around his hard,
mighty arousal. "And you're..." He murmured, pausing to lick at the remnants of the
molten horn dripping down his thick, powerful fingers. "Almost at my ring..." A hand
reached out, gripping the Zebracorn's shoulder and pressing him down further still.
“"WWWEEEHEHEEE!" Hooves screamed again as his anal ring pressed hard
against his grandson's median ring. Those soft lips quivering, the Zebracorn just hung
there limply. Staring up at Haku in complete shock, the bigger, younger stud grinned
right back down at his helpless progenitor. The immense hybrid didn’t even break
contact as gasps and groans rolled over those soft lips, a shudder of delight running
through his formidable figure as he felt that tight velvety flesh further split around that
thick ring. "What's the matter?" He nickerd and bucked his hips sharply, causing the
Zebracorn's abused hole to jostle violently against the unyielding midsection of his
enormous malehood. "Don't recognize your own work?" He released Hooves' shoulder,
but gripped him again by the waist, this time lifting the stud off of his tremendous
meat with a long, wet slurping noise and tossing him back onto the bed.
The soft sexy Zebracorn bounced across the bed and was left hanging halfway
off the edge on the other side. Those long, shapely leg's twitching and jerking as if he
were trying to run or kick, but clearly his body wasn't under his control. "Wha...What
do you mean?" Hooves moaned weakly as he fought to roll over onto all fours and
crawl away, even as the huge half-breed stalked around towards him.
"I mean exactly what you think, old mare..." The hybrid rumbled darkly, his
superheated hooves causing the floor beneath his every step to crackle and hiss,
leaving blackened hoof prints in his wake as he encircles the bed. That huge erection
throbbed and jerked, jutting proudly before him and splattering pre in obscene
quantities in his path. "Birthing so many colts, and just leaving them..." He practically
spat the words as he leaned forward, grabbing one of Hooves' legs as the Zebracorn
tried to flee towards the middle of the bed. He leaned forward, and for a moment the
Zebracorn would swear he was lining up for another thrust, but instead that pillar of
masculinity slapped down hard and hot against the myth's back, sputtering pre in thick
gushes against the back of his head and down his mane. His other huge, strong hand
gripped those fat seed-makers dangling so invitingly between the stud's spasming
thighs, engulfing the proud male plums and tugging them harshly to the bottom of
their large velvet-furred sack.
"Uhuhuu!" Hooves grunted in pain as his fat male orbs as savagely gripped and
jerked down into the limit of their velvety jewel sack. "I...I didn't...Don't leave my colts
to fend for themselves..." Hooves denied firmly as that thick stick pre-seed mats his
sleek coat and stiff, bristly mane, continuing to speak even as his body is half lifted off
the bed from the force of those low dangling nuts being jerked upwards.
"ZOFTY...Went off on his own well after he was able to look out for him self..." The
Zebracorn protested as that sexy body slammed roughly back down onto the mattress.
"Like hell." The stallion's lip curled in disgust, jerking that sack up between
those plump rump cheeks a second time, straining the delicate chords which fueled
that long, jerking stud stick with its precious virility. Watching as the Zebracorn
flopped down with the release of those swollen colt-makers, he gave the smaller stud
only a few precious seconds to recover. Once again the Zebracorn scrambled to crawl
away, only to be drawn up short as that huge, powerful hand grasped his sack neck
again and yanked back hard. That vulnerable pouch was gripped with the entirety of
his hand, ******* those hefty plums to bulge lewdly out of the bottom of his grasp.
"You can't even keep track o' which ones are spitting out colts..."
"Owwww fuck...Spitting out colts...He’s a stallion! He's supposed to be siring
them!" Haku only smirked as he heard Hooves’ words. Lifting a finger, the thick,
crimson keratin fingertip glowed a fiery orange-red as he brought it down on one
plump testicle. Fur crackled and flesh sizzled while he twisted his finger side to side,
as if he were putting out a cigar. Hooves squealed as the heat of that finger made the
short velvet fur of his pouch smolder, filling the air with the rank smell of burning fur.
"IEIEIEIEIEEE!" The zebracorn screamed as that delicate male flesh began to sear
and sizzle, the heat spreading over that tender male flesh. “Sire, maybe!" The stallion
yelled over the din of Hooves' shriek. Out in the bar, the centaurs smirked and
exchanged knowing glances at one another, assuming one of the two must be having
the ride of their life. "Fuck and let them run wild?" He drew that sizzling finger away
and grinned, staring at the hole he burnt into the side of that vulnerable sack, "Not so
much..."
"Tha.... that is the nature of the herd..." Hooves protests weakly his head and
shoulders collapsing on to the mattress as he hind quarters is held up easily by the
bigger stallion. “Not anymore, it isn’t.” The hybrid rumbled in reply, one hand gripping
the base of the Zebracorn’s thigh to support his weight as the other wrapped around
that bulging, seed-bloated sack. Squeezing tightly, he began to force one of those
plump orbs through that hole, the glistening, grey colt-maker bulging lewdly against
the opening as it proved to be slightly too small. "Owww owwww wha...What are you
doing?" Hooves moaned as he feels his soft sack begin squeezed and manipulated.
With a grunt Haku clenched tighter, a sudden coldness filling the pit of the Zebracorn’s
stomach as the flesh gave way and that fat, potent nugget swung free in the cool air,
dangling obscenely by its thick chords. Mustering enough strength to lift his chest
from the bed, the striped stallion glanced down his figure and whinnied in horror as he
saw one of his colt-makers swinging naked between his thighs. “Mwehe, look at
that...” The big stud gave the helpless egg a cruel swat, causing it to swing on the end
of its chords and slap wetly against one of the Zebracorn’s powerful thighs. “Half your
sirings, right there...”
“Uhuhuuuu...” Hooves grunted as that naked jewel is swatted and battered,
causing Haku’s grin to broaden. “Oh, you love it...” He rumbled darkly, and suddenly
used his grip on that thick, meaty thigh to flip the Zebracorn onto his belly with such
force that his naked orb flopped over the striped stallion’s thigh. “Your cock doesn’t
lie...” Haku grinned, giving that long, floppy fucker several harsh pumps. He snickered
as he slapped the Zebracorn’s muzzle with his own thick, ebony cock, his other hand
reaching down to manipulate and massage his vulnerable orb possessively. “C’mon,
open up...And maybe you’ll walk out of here half the male you were...”
“What...No...I...” Hooves sputtered in denial, only to have his own long black
stud stick spit hot, gooey pre-cum over his own muzzle. “Owww!” He suddenly cried
out as one particularly hard spurt of pre-seed splatters him in the eyes, squealing and
squirming as the hot pre burned against his shut eyelids. “Fuck Fuck Fucki-mfff!” His
screams were abruptly muffled as that big, blunt cock head was finally shoved roughly
into his own mouth, his big, flat teeth roughly scraping against the corona.
“Oh, poor baby...” The larger stud snickered, drawing a huge fist back. “Let’s
make sure that never happens again...” With a loud, wet squelch, that fist came down
hard on the top of that bloated, helpless orb, driving down against the overfilled ducts
perched atop the fat testicle. Those straining chords were further damaged as that
heavy male plum was crushed between his fist and the Zebracorn’s firm, muscular
thigh.
“MMMAOAGHHH!” Hooves choked around the big, flat cock head jammed in his
mouth as his cock tensed sharply under the blow, a blast of hot pre splattering against
the back of his throat. That sleek, striped body bucked and arched in agony as his
naked testicle was brutally beaten, the sharp motion causing his cock to pop free from
his maw. “AHRAGH GODS! W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” Hooves screamed even as
his hips buck and gyrate on their own accord, his proud cock hovering over his chest
like a huge, black serpent getting ready to strike.
“Because,” Haku wound up and struck his fist down on that overripe orb again,
this time colliding squarely with the bruised and battered colt-maker. The sheer
immensity of his unyielding fist gave that compressed nut meat nowhere to escape
from the force of the powerful impact. “You’re getting off to it,” He sneered, “I don’t
want any more of my kind, and you don’t want to keep these fat,” He slammed his fist
down again. “Overactive,” -Splut.- The strong outer membrane of that swollen seedmaker
began to give way. The helpless Zebracorn jerked sharply, half-sitting up as the
first strike connects. “Overused,” -Splut.- The smaller stud’s hips thrust up to meet the
second strike, betraying his enjoyment of the brutal treatment. His seed-soaked
tissues began to engorge with trauma, the swelling nut unable to fit back in its fleshy
bag even if Hooves were to try. “Overripe,” -Splut.- The bloated sperm ducts ruptured
under the blow, the very essence of the Zebracorn’s prized virility squirting out against
Haku’s fist and dribbling down the bloated stud nugget. "Colt-makers." Both hands
reach out, one closing over the doomed testicle and squeezing forcefully, pulling it to
the end of its delicate chords. The other grips that tumescent fuck stick, and continues
to stroke it, even as that wicked horn glows again and his enormous hands begin to
heat up.
"WWWEEEHEHE! I...I can't help myself..." Hooves confesses as that long black
stud stick bounced and quivered in that huge fist, hard as iron and spurting pre like a
fountain. By the time that big hand cups his nearly ruptured orb, Hooves had sat up
again and watched in horrified fascination as that vice-like grip turned that huge,
potent male orb into mush. The bigger equine grinned cruelly up at the Zebracorn as
his greyish testicular mush and all that wasted seed bubbled and seethed from
between the scorching fingers of his clenched fist. “Mwehe...” He gave a sharp yank,
tearing those now-useless chords out by the root. The flesh of Hooves’ cock began to
smolder faintly as his other hand continued to heat up, stroking mercilessly up and
down every inch of that sputtering, trembling fuck rod. Finally, seconds before the
stud’s cockflesh would have started to sizzle and blister, the hybrid shoved Hooves’
throbbing meat back into his own muzzle and released the thick girth.
“If you want to cum...” Haku rumbled, taking a moment to slide his own massive
endowment beneath the bed as he slipped lower and splayed the Zebracorn’s
trembling thighs wide. That long muzzle slid between his legs to lap at that bleeding
sac, “Stroke.” His broad, moist tongue extends to cup and cradle that remaining orb
before curling it into his broad maw, where those powerful, blunt teeth ground down
against his fragile flesh, crushing and tenderizing his precious chords and tubes.
Hooves jaws remained ****** apart by his own big, thick length, his soft lips
suckling needily just behind the flare of his corona. Those big, three-fingered hands
were free to stroke along his mighty shaft, the Zebracorn whinnying in a mixture of
pleasure and pain through his long, slotted nostrils as he felt the other equine’s big,
blunt teeth to their damage. “Ahmmmm...” the hybrid groaned around that remaining
colt-maker, the pleasant vibrations of his voice rippling through the equine’s sex as
those flat, wide teeth ground and pulverized the thick, delicate chords and tubes
anchoring that plump gonad to its master. A dull ache would fill the Zebracorn’s
abdomen as that swollen, virile orb is deprived of nourishment, the obscenely swollen
plum slowly dying on the vine. Knowing the damage he had done, Haku slowly pulled
his head back, those soft, plump equine lips kneading and pulling at his sensitive
sackflesh to keep the heavy seed-maker in his maw.
Hooves’ hips bucked and shuddered, the Zebracorn lost in the scent and taste
of his own mighty cock filling his mouth. The taste of his copiously dribbling and
spurting pre-seed only made the stud feel more dirty and lustful, his big, threefingered
hands working like mad on that huge shaft, teasing and stroking himself even
as Haku worked to finish off his malehood. The corners of the larger stallion’s mouth
curled faintly into a grin as he heard the Zebracorn groan around his big, blunt cock
head in absolute bliss, accompanied by the frantic sound of Hooves’ hands sliding
against his pre-slicked flesh. Pre oozed out in a huge puddle from beneath the bed as
his own cock gave a sympathetic jerk of need, but besides the occasional buck and
rock of his hips the big equine kept control over his lust. One hand slowly eased off
the Zebracorn’s thigh, drawing back from the bucking, whinnying stud. As Hooves’
sexy, tensing rump flopped back down onto the bed he thrust that arm forward,
plunging his fist into the striped half-stud’s loose, sloppy tailhole. That wrecked,
fleshy pleasure ring quivered and clenched wildly around his thick forearm, those
thick, blunt fingers jamming up against his inner walls until he was literally able to grip
and squeeze that bloated, distended prostate.
Hooves’ powerful body struggled and writhed as his tailhole was cruelly
violated, bucking and whinnying in ecstatic pleasure. Haku felt that lone orb draw up
against his smooth lips and the big, powerful equine answered Hooves’ imminent
climax by biting down, causing that fat stud nugget to rupture as his teeth slowly sank
into his bulging, bloated jewel. With a sharp gasp and a whinny, the Zebracorn
viciously bucked his hips and erupting straight into his own mouth, unwittingly
yanking his doomed orb from its already crippled tubes, contributing to his own
gelding throes of his orgasm. The Zebracorn squirmed and trembled all the same,
struggling to swallow down his own tremendous load.
Haku rumbled in delight as he felt that male plum collapse, that plump, juicy
nut meat crunching beneath his teeth as he cleaved Hooves’ remaining testicle in half.
The gelding gave a muffled whinny as he felt this as well, his cock lurching and
spewing a mighty gush of cream against the back of his throat. Cum oozed from the
Zebracorn’s soft ebony lips as Haku continued to squeeze and grope that spasming
prostate, milking out every last ounce of potency the former stud had stored within
himself. He shifted what was left of that male plum between his molars and bit down,
gnashing and chewing the last vestige of the Zebracorn’s virility into mush. Giving a
few more chews and probing that ruined pouch with his tongue to make sure nothing
was left, he let that empty, saliva-coated sack unceremoniously drop from his lips.
Slowly pulling his forearm out of Hooves’ begging, convulsing hole with a lewd,
wet -sssssslluuuuurp-, the stallion sank back to ease his tremendous, mottled erection
out from beneath the bed. Standing tall over the Zebracorn as the gelding’s orgasm
subsided, he waited for the Zebracorn to gaze upon his massive arousal in all of its
throbbing, oozing glory. A gloating grin spread across his lips as he watches the
gelding’s eyes drift down to his tremendous sack, those immense, potent orbs
mocking the loss of Hooves’ precious plums with their very existence. “Mmm...That’s a
good little mare...” He chuckled as the Zebracorn continued to suck on his own cock
like a foal on a teat. Grabbing the striped gelding’s mane he yanked the Zebracorn’s a
few extra inches down his length, eliciting a faint gurgle from the Zebracorn as that
big, blunt cock head slams into the back of his throat. Hooves simply stared up with
big, pleasure-glazed eyes as Haku began to inscribe markings around the shattered
stub which was once his horn with a glowing, keratinized fingertip, watching what he
did in knowing horror, feeling far too weak and submissive to even begin to protest as
those runes were seared into his flesh.
“There we are...” The mighty stallion rumbled proudly, completing the sigil
which prevented the Zebracorn from ever regenerating, from ever becoming a real,
potent stallion again. “Three down...” He grinned, trailing a finger down the bulging
underside of the gelding’s spent arousal. “...Just how many children do you have, filly?”
He punctuated the end of his question by wrapping a powerful hand around the base
of Hooves’ last vestige as a male, popping it free from his lips and giving a firm,
threatening squeeze. Hooves could only gasp and emit a submissive whimper as blood
was ****** into his exhausted cock by that tight grip, the Zebracorn knowing fully well
that the bigger male had all the strength needed to rip that huge, floppy fuck stick
from his sheath. “...S-seven colts and...And a dozen fillies...” He finally confessed in a
murmur, averting his gaze submissively.
“Mmn...You’ve been busier than I thought...” Haku rumbled with a grin, climbing
onto the bed and laying beside the gelded Zebracorn. He slowly slid a finger down the
lower half of his huge, throbbing endowment. “Stroke it...” He ordered bluntly, “And
maybe I’ll make you a male again, once I’m done with your colts...”
“Done with my colts?” Hooves asked, looking up at the big stallion with a
startled gaze. Still, he felt far too subservient to deny Haku what he ordered, his big,
soft three-fingered hands stroking over that warm, pulsating flesh. “Of course...” The
hybrid chuckled deeply in reply before giving a groan of approval, his hips bucking and
gyrating to the occasion. “I don’t need any more competition...Do I?”
“Wha...You can’t possibly mean...You’re not going to geld my...” The sleek
Zebracorn moaned, his deflating cock twitching at the thought as he worked more
fawningly over that huge equine salami. “Oh I do...And I will...” Haku grinned on the
end of a whicker, panting with pleasure. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped
as he emitted a long, low groan, that enormous shaft spurting thick, sticky pre all over
the sheets.
“If they’re anything like you...” He chuckled knowingly as he watched the
Zebracorn dip his head to tongue at the distended underside of his mighty organ,
“Then they don’t deserve to sire...”
~End~

[Mythical Pain]

Lurking. :D

Hehe you should post more often! I've posted like, 5 stories, Poiu's put some up, some others have as well...thought you musta wandered off or something. ::Grins::





In other news, I'm gonna go ahead and post one of my submissions here in plaintext. This is a RP-turned-story between a friend of mine and myself. Enjoy!



Disclaimer: This story contains (among other things) violence, pseudo-****, **********
and ******. Read at your own risk!

The Seed Is Strong


~End~

Thanks much for posting! Great to see others sharing their work here. Previously mentioned formatting issues aside, good read! ( I hate how this forum and other story sites really mess with formatting. )

Pretty fun and hot story! Though, a bit more permanent then I usually enjoy, hehehe. I'm pretty familiar with Hooves, too, read his stuff over on SF and FA, where I post my furry ballbusting stories as well hehe.

Thanks for sharing, look forward to more!

[doople44]

No idea whether this is a re-post, but I'm not even interested in this kind of picture anyway, so just be grateful:

http://randomencounters.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/nuts.png

[Mythical Pain]

No idea whether this is a re-post, but I'm not even interested in this kind of picture anyway, so just be grateful:

http://randomencounters.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/nuts.png

HAH! That's great! If it's a repost, I haven't seen it. Pretty good though, thanks for posting! I love the look on it's face, looks like..."Oh God! My one weak spot!"

[humanbean]

No idea whether this is a re-post, but I'm not even interested in this kind of picture anyway, so just be grateful:

http://randomencounters.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/nuts.png


that's Anita Blake, vampire hunter. the unlucky fellow is a were-rat. 1st time i've seen a ball-bust in the graphic novels. ball-busts are rare(if present at all) in the books too. Anita's got a stubborn independent streak, but i don't think you'd call her a femdom heroine.

[Mythical Pain]

that's Anita Blake, vampire hunter. the unlucky fellow is a were-rat. 1st time i've seen a ball-bust in the graphic novels. ball-busts are rare(if present at all) in the books too. Anita's got a stubborn independent streak, but i don't think you'd call her a femdom heroine.

That's a shame. She should bust balls more often! Especially wicked, evil, non-human creature balls hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

This thread is in need of more written content...luckily, I have some!

This is actually just one part of a story I'm working on now. I intended it to be fairly short like my two previous Melissa-related stories, but this one's gone long on me. I'm actually rather torn on how to post it as by the time I'm done it'll be the longest one I've tried to post, longer then Chapter 3 of Princess and Pet. Much like that story I may have to divide it into chapters that simply flow into one another.

This story is also a bit experimental in nature in the way it's told. I had the idea of a young husky getting trapped in a sleeping bag by a bunch of girls who would bust his balls, and play sexually with him without letting him out of the bag. It's actually ended up with a bit less ball busting and more sexual play, but the husky still ends up spending most of the story in the sleeping bag.

As a result, it's told about 95% from his perspective. It's still third person, but much of the description is relegated entirely to what he can hear, feel, and imagine. Not all of it, but most.

Hopefully it's still a fun read. Here's the first section, which while not 100% ball busting still has a good crunching knee, and a series of steps, hehe. And it's definitely femdom oriented.

The main character is new, but if you've read my previous Melissa/Adam/Jerrod stories on here you'll recognize some of the characters while it also introduces new ones.

Oh, and AA, apparently the quote system auto-italicizes anything that's quoted. Sorry!



"This game is so stupid,” James said with a laugh. The young husky knelt on the beige carpet of the living room floor, trying to unjam the zipper on his old red sleeping bag. As he tugged at the stubborn metal tab, a dopey grin spread over his tapered white muzzle. “I can’t believe we’re playing it again.”

“I didn’t hear you saying no when I suggested it,” Adam said, grinning. The scrawny young fox unrolled his own sleeping bag. It was red like James’ was, but brand new. Adam began to unzip it.

“I was in the kitchen when you suggested it,” James replied, still working the zipper. “Besides, I’d have just gotten overruled again.“ The husky scowled, pinning his dark furred ears back. “Just no hitting in the balls this time, ok?”

That brought a knowing laugh from all the young friends gathered. They were all spending the night at their friend Adam’s house, and had the living room to themselves. It was getting to be a weekly affair, their little group had gotten together at least every other weekend lately. Somehow, the last two weeks in a row poor James had gotten hit right in the balls. Actually, there was no “somehow” about it. The young husky knew it was that stupid game they were playing. He wasn’t sure if the others did it on purpose or not, but he did know if they hadn’t been playing that game it wouldn’t have happened.

Granted, anyone playing such a game was pretty much asking for trouble. It had no real point, no way to win. It just consisted of the group of friends sliding head first into their sleeping bags, then standing up. Once on their feet, the only goal was to stumble around the living room, and try to knock each other down. And with four or five boisterous youths all running around blind, it was only a matter of time till someone got knocked right in their furry nards.

Tonight, their group consisted of four friends. Not their entire group, but close enough. Adam was a slender young red fox who despite being more then a little on the scrawny and somewhat geeky side, was outgoing enough he seemed to make friends fairly easily. At least with those who were as geeky as he was. He was the first friend James made after moving, and so James had spent a lot of time at his place. It didn’t hurt that the young fox had a cute older sister, either. Though James wasn’t sure where she was tonight. The older vixen was probably distracted with her own friends. Just as well. The last time James saw Adam’s sister Melissa, the tall vixen got angry about something and leveled poor Adam with a kick in the nuts. The memory made James cringe and laugh inwardly at the same time.

James himself was a young husky. He was still a little on the slender side himself, though thanks to his fluffy gray, white and black fur, it was nearly impossible to tell. James had a dark hood of black fur across the top of his head, with more black ringing each of his bright blue eyes, and a hint of silvery gray peppering the otherwise white fur of his muzzle. Much of the rest of his body was covered in black fur, all down his back and along his shoulders and butt. His rather poofy tail had just a hint of an upward arch to it. His chest and belly were nearly equal portions snowy white and silvery gray as were his hands and feet. Tonight, the young husky was simply dressed in a baggy blue t-shirt and loose black pajama pants.

The rest of his friends were dressed in similar ways. Earlier that night they’d been swimming at the neighborhood’s pool, which thankfully was well heated and kept clean year round. After they’d gotten back and dried off, everyone simply changed into more comfortable clothes, pajamas or baggy shorts, things like that.

The oldest of the friends by a year was Josh. Josh was a chubby, black furred wolf. He wore glasses, and some oversized gray pajamas with some obscure Japanese text scrawled across his shirt. Like most of them, he was a bit of a dork, but also quite friendly and funny when he opened up. James secretly suspected it was Josh who’d hit him in the balls last time they played this game. He also secretly suspected it hadn’t been an accident. Why, he had half a mind to get James right in the black furred wolf nuts this time. But…he didn’t have any proof.

“Hah! First in! I win!”

The voice came from Tom, a cheetah. From head to tail and beyond, Tom’s body was covered in golden fur that faded to a pale beige along his belly. Black spots speckled him everywhere, and black tear-streaks ran from the inside of his eyes down the inner edge of his short muzzle. Smaller spots ran in nearly even lines along his cheeks. Lean and lithe, Tom’s body was already covered in taut feline muscle. Tom was certainly the most athletically gifted of all of them. Then again, that was like saying a poodle was the strongest dog among a group of Chihuahuas. It was a sliding scale. Plus, Tom was a cheetah, so James was pretty sure it was impossible not for him to be at least moderately athletically gifted.

“You don’t win just by getting into the bag first, Tom,” Josh said with a laugh, perking his big black furred ears as he opened up his own sleeping bag, spreading it on the carpet.

“Says who?” Tom asked. No sooner had Adam suggested they play the stupid game again then Tom was climbing headfirst into his pale blue sleeping bag. He shot to his feet, wobbling around a little. Nothing like a dinner of pizza and mountain dew to send an already excitable cheetah’s energy level exploding through the roof. “Then how do you win?”

“You gotta be the last one standing,” Adam tried to explain, then began to burrow into his own sleeping bag, shifting it left and right. Soon, just his legs, and his bushy red, black tipped tail were sticking out.

“Whatever!” Tom replied, walking around. His sleeping bag came to a sort of rounded point which James imagined was probably to give the owner’s feet a little extra room. “I’ll show you how to win this - WHAA!”

No sooner had Tom gotten into his sleeping bag then he’d tripped over Adam and fallen flat on his face. He yipped as he hit the floor, and Adam gave a loud cough as the cheetah landed atop him. Adam yelled out some kind of perverse insult, but between the cheetah laying across his head and the sleeping bag and carpet his muzzle was pressed into the fox’s words were totally lost.

As Tom struggled back to his feet, he ended up stepping down on Adam’s tail. The fox yelped and twisted away, and Tom burst out laughing. “Sorry dude!”

James and Josh were laughing too. James watched him a moment as the cheetah stumbled around, wobbling, the tip of his sleeping bag bouncing back and forth. James finally got the zipper unstuck, and as he opened up his sleeping bag, he rose to his feet. He hesitated a moment, this was gonna be so stupid.

“Seriously. No one hit me in the balls this time!” That started everyone else laughing again. James gave a huff, pinning his black furred ears back. “I mean it!“

“No promises!” Tom said, voice muffled by all the fabric and stuffing around him.

James glared at the feline in his blue sleeping bag a moment longer. “You look like a giant condom in that thing.”

“Like you know anything about condoms!” Tom snapped back at him. Blindly wandering, Tom was just about to stumble over Josh before the bigger wolf gave him a shove. The cheetah stumbled back and fell onto his butt, yelping as he landed on his own spotted tail. Inside the sleeping bag he had little room to maneuver ad protect himself.

“I know more about them you do,” James said, licking his nose. “Well, here goes!”

Josh was now climbing into his own sleeping bag, an old camouflage one that was looking more then a little thread bare. James might not really have wanted to play this game, but he didn’t want to be left behind, either! So he hoisted up his red sleeping bag, and pulled it up over his head. He wriggled a little, pulling the thing down until he was wrapped in warm darkness. The liner inside was a strange, blue and red plaid color, not that he could tell once he was wrapped up inside the bag. At least no one else could see a thing, either.

With the lights dimmed in the living room it was fairly dark to begin with. Inside his sleeping bag it was damn near inky blindness. He twisted the sleeping bag a little bit, pressing one of his eyes to a seam. He could make out the fuzzy halo of one of lamps in the distance. Just as he started to try and use it to orient himself, someone bumped into him. The husky yelped, stumbled, and tripped, falling right onto his back. At least he didn’t land directly on his tail. He coughed as he hit the ground, and groaned a moment.

“Someone get you in the balls already, James?” Adam asked from somewhere nearby.

“Oh very funny, ass!” Judging the fox’s location by the sound of Adam’s voice, James twisted around on the floor, and stuck a foot out. Something hit it, and he heard Adam give a startled yelp as he tripped and plunged flat into his face. “Hah! Not so funny when you’re the one falling!”

James struggled back to his feet, wobbling a little bit. Damn, it was hard to catch your balance in a sleeping bag. It was starting to get a little hot in there, too. Not too bad yet, thankfully. He heard someone bump into someone else, but couldn’t tell who it was. Either way, James planned to ram into them. So long as he didn’t miss completely and run straight into a wall the way Tom had last time. Sometimes exuberance had it’s price.

James managed only two steps before he felt someone grab his shoulders from behind. Thick as the sleeping bag was, it was impossible to tell who’s hands they were. But someone was definitely cheating. Not wanting to get pushed down, he quickly turned around towards whoever had grabbed him. And no sooner had he turned around then someone kneed the young husky right in the furry canine balls!

“AWWWWW!” James cried out in pain as the mystery knee shot right into his young canine testicles. Whoever it was, they had good aim. Even with the sleeping bag in the way, that mystery knee managed to mash both gray furred nuts against the husky’s pelvis. The sleeping bag absorbed some of the impact but not much. James doubled over in an instant, groaning and trying to grab himself as the hot, and increasingly familiar pain ignited. His white furred feet turned towards each other as his legs came together, and James soon dropped to his knees.

“Awwwwww, my baaaallls!“ James moaned again before flopping the rest of the way onto the floor.

The others were soon laughing at him, with Adam crying out, “Oooh, someone got James in the balls again!”

Josh came to a stop inside his own sleeping bag, covering his own lupine crotch instinctively, his own black furred set aching a little in sympathy. “Aww, that’s gotta hurt! Poor little husky balls…”

“Shut up!“ James managed to groan. Inside the sleeping bag, his face had completely scrunched up. Several of his fangs were sticking out as his muzzle twisted into a snarl of pain, watering blue eyes squeezed shut, and black furred ears were thoroughly pinned back against his head. James managed to get his hands far enough down to cradle his increasingly aching nuts, as he wriggled in pain inside the sleeping bag. “Oooooooh. Oooooh, my balls, my balls!”

“Pile on James!” Tom suddenly yelled. Oh, damn it, not that again! Last time he got hit in the balls in this stupid game, the rest of them all tried to flop down right onto the squirming husky. Thankfully, from the sound of it, Tom was nowhere near James. Or anyone else for that matter. Probably cause he was out of his sleeping bag and watching the others. That little cheater! James was sure Tom must have been the one who kneed him. Probably last time, too, since it was Tom’s idea to pile on him after that.

James had a counter offer. “Somebody knee Tom in the balls for me! Then pile on him!”

That made the fox and wolf laugh, and soon Josh agreed. “Yeah, let’s get Tom in the balls!”

From the other side of the room, the Cheetah hissed. “You leave my balls out of this!”

Soon, the other three males were laughing, and stumbling around blind, trying to find each other. Admittedly James had no way to be sure Tom was actually cheating, but it seemed like a good theory. Either way, his balls were aching yet again, and he was getting pretty much fed up with his game. He was getting a little overheated in his sleeping bag, too. Between the hot pain making him feel flushed, and the panting breaths the pain wrenched from him, it was definitely getting a little uncomfortable in there. As soon as his balls felt better he was gonna crawl back out and go get another nice cold mountain dew.

And some ice for his nards.

Maybe he’d even kick Tom in the balls himself, too. That might make him feel better.

Yet before the other three friends had even found each other, James suddenly felt hands around his feet. Someone was grabbing his ankles, and then someone else was grabbing the end of his sleeping bag. What the hell? Before he realized what was happening James was being dragged across the floor by two different people. One dragging him by his feet in time with the other who was dragging him by the sleeping bag.

“What the hell?” He moaned, squirming a little, trying to keep his feet free. “Lemme go! This isn’t funny, guys!”

Damn it, what where those idiots doing now? He couldn’t really tell who was dragging him, or where they were dragging him. Better not be outside. It was cold out there! Worse, the last time they’d had a sleep over their scrawny coyote friend had been there too, and they’d jokingly talked about stripping him naked and throwing him out into the snow. If they were gonna do that to James now he…he’d…well, he wasn’t sure what he’d do but somebody would get their butt kicked!

As James was dragged the lighting changed. A few brief halos of light mostly obscured by fabric flashed before his eyes. He felt like he was in some twisted hospital, wrapped in plaid gauze as they wheeled him towards a torturous operating room. The dragging went on for long moments, and it one point he bumped into a wall, yelping. He had to move his hands away from his crotch to try and brace himself inside the sleeping bag.

“Ow! Watch it, I almost hit my head!”

There was no reply, but there were a few giggles.

Female giggles.

Uh oh.

“Ummm…Hello? Lemme go! Please?”

The girls didn’t reply, and James felt himself dragged down a hallway, around a corner, and eventually into what he thought was a bedroom. He could only guess because he got bumped into another doorframe on the way in. A moment later, and his feet were released. James could hear whispering all around him, it sounded like at least three or four girls. He was pretty sure that Adam’s sister Melissa was having her own sleepover.

James was also pretty sure Meliss and her friends just “abducted” him.

“Girls, the prisoner has arrived!” A female voice announced. He thought it was Melissa’s voice, but he wasn’t quite sure.

“Guess I know who hit me in the balls now. You gonna let me outta this thing?” James grumbled, trying to squirm free. He began to try and scoot downwards towards the opening. He’d only managed to wriggle himself about a foot out of the thing when someone stepped down on the sleeping bag, just above the opening. The sleeping bag crinkled up, and her foot settled right between his thighs, dangerously close to his canine privates. “Alright, alright!”

The girl moved her foot, stepping even closer to his balls, and James gave a little yelp. Instinctively the young canine retreated from the female’s foot, scooting all the way back up inside the sleeping bag till his black furred ears were flattened against the end of it. The girl’s foot followed him all the way, and when he could retreat no further, she quickly pressed it against his crotch. James yelped in fear and surprise. Whoever it was, he could tell the girl was barefoot. James could feel her toes wiggle a little against his sheath while the sole of her foot was pressed against canine balls that had gone from loose from the warmth to tight from fear!

“Found ‘em!” The mystery girl announced to a round of boisterous giggles.

“Oh my God,” James whined, squirming, but unable to escape that foot. “What are you gonna do to me? Please, don’t hit me in the nuts again! It really hurts, they’re still hurting from before!”

The only reply he got was the girl stepping down a little harder against his sheath, and balls. The husky groaned. His aching balls did not like being stepped on. The sleeping bag suddenly began to feel more like a sweltering prison then a place of warm comfort. He was totally trapped in there if the girls weren’t going to let him out. He couldn’t see a damn thing, either. Aside from the fact he thought he recognized Melissa’s voice, he had no way at all to know who was out there.

James tried to reach down towards his crotch to protect his balls, and the foot pressed against him again. It wiggled a little, the girl seemingly trying to trap a ball to step on, though James hoped it was harder to do then it sounded thanks to the sleeping bag. He tried to fight her foot off and only got stepped on harder, the pressure making young canine nuts ache intensely.

“Arms up!” One of the girls snapped at him as he moaned in pain.

“Wh…what?”

“Arms up! You wanna really get stepped on?” He could hear the girls giggling. “If he doesn’t wanna lift his arms, just smush his little nuts.”

“No, no!” James cried out, yanking his arms away. He really hoped this wasn’t a trick! If his tail had room to move it would be fully tucked between his legs right now. “I’ll move my arms, alright?”

James lifted his arms up towards his body, and much to his relief, the foot on his groin relented. He took a few deep breaths, and then snapped his jaws. Just because he was trapped in a sleeping bag and at the mercy of mysterious girls didn’t mean he couldn’t be at least a little defiant. “And my nuts aren’t little!”

“We’ll be the judge of that!” Another new female voice announced. “Ok, let’s get his pants!”

“What?!” James nearly shrieked. They HAD to be kidding! He started to reach down to grab onto his pajamas just for security’s sake, only to have that foot press down against his canine privates. “Ooooooh,” James groaned, pulling his hands back up. “Ok, ok, stop!”

Whoever was stepping at him gave a little snarl. “Leave your arms up by your body, or I’m gonna kick you there next time.”

With a fearful whimper, the young husky withdrew his arms, putting them alongside his torso best he could. This time, the girls weren’t taking chances. They quickly knelt down all around him, feeling at him through the sleeping bag until they found his arms. Then the girls pinned James’ arms to the ground. As if that wasn’t bad enough, one of the girls soon got the bright idea that it would be easier to pin a squirming husky down if she just sat on him. After all, not like he could put up much of a fight inside a sleeping bag.

James felt the girl’s weight come down against his chest, her soft rump against him, her warm body against his own. Under other circumstances, it would have almost been a little erotic. He squirmed a little, unable to help himself, and could feel the girl’s tail battering at his face and muzzle through the sleeping bag. Whoever had been stepping on his crotch pulled her foot away, and soon one of the girls alongside him began to unzip the sleeping bag a little bit.

“Be a good boy now,” the girl seated on his chest giggled at him. She patted his crotch, her tail wagging against the sleeping bag. “We all know just where to hit you if you’re a bad puppy.”

“I’ll be good,” James wheezed. “For now! You’re kinda squishin’ me!”

If the girl cared, she didn’t show it. James was sure now that this was Melissa and a few of her own friends, which meant they were a few years older then he was. By now, he was starting to wonder if Adam and the others had realized he was gone. For a moment he thought they’d come to help him. But, then he realized there was no way in hell any of them would be stirring up that particular hornets nest. Nope, he was on his own.

“It’s really hot in here,” James said, panting a little bit.

The girl seated atop him wiggled her butt against his chest, then patted the husky’s crotch again. “Stop yer whining’. Be a good pup and maybe you’ll get a treat.”

The familiar metallic zipping sound told James they’d just opened the sleeping bag a little bit. A bit of cool air rushed over his feet and lower legs, and he wiggled his toes. Then, one of the girls grabbed his feet and pulled them together. Another girl reached in, and grabbed a handful of his black pajama bottoms. Then the girl holding his feet released his ankles in order to grasp at his pajamas, too. The girls began to tug them back and forth, and almost immediately James could feel them sliding down his body. It was only a moment till the tip of his sheath popped out of his pajamas, now hidden from the girls only by the sleeping bag that still covered him.

“I’m not wearing any underwear!” The suddenly terrified husky blurted out.

Of course, that admission only caused the girls to laugh even harder. They paused in pulling down his pajamas, but it was only a few seconds before one of the girls started chanting. “Pants the husky! Pants the Husky! Pants the husky!”

With that, the girls gave his pajamas a few mighty tugs. One tug exposed the rest of the canine’s sheath, the next caused the young husky’s testicles to pop out into the open, and the third pulled his pajamas all the way down past his hips. The only resistance was the tail flap and it popped open easily as well. A few more tugs and the canine’s black pajamas slid smoothly down his legs, and off his white furred feet, leaving the husky totally naked inside the sleeping bag, save for his blue shirt.

Outside the sleeping bag, some of the girls stood up, and thrust his pants into the air like a trophy. “We got his pants! We got his pants!”

Another girl added to the cheering. “Yeah, we rock, oh yeah!” Then she giggled, and nudged one of his feet with her own. “We gotta naked husky, that’s what we got.”

“Is he really naked under there?” Asked the girl seated atop him.

“Yes!” James squealed in horror, trying to draw his feet up into the sleeping bag as well, wanting to reach down and cover his privates, though he didn’t dare. “I am!”

“Maybe he’s lying…”

“Only one way to find out!”

Oh no. Oh. No.

“I’ll peek,” said the girl who sounded like Melissa. “The rest of you get to wait.”

The girls all laughed, and James could hear one of them come to rest at the end of the sleeping bag. She gripped the edge of the flap where it had been unzipped, and slowly began to lift it up. A wave of cool air wafted up into the sleeping bag, across his legs and over his quite naked, silvery grey furred privates. The young huskies balls tightened a little, and icy coils twisted in his stomach. Oh, this couldn’t be happening!

“Oh. My. God.” The Melissa-sound-alike said, an edge of wicked delight in her voice.

“What? What is it?” The others asked.

“Now I know what husky balls look like!” She sounded like she might be grinning up a storm. James thought she was enjoying this far too much. “He’s definitely naked under there. I can totally see his balls! They look like fat gray furred grapes.”

Well, there was one thing to cross off his list of things to do before he died. Have a girl want to see him naked. Granted, this was hardly the way he’d imagined it. But still, having his first girl see him naked was at least a little bit exciting to the young husky. Though for the moment humiliation and fear of having his balls busted was definitely outweighing the excitement.

“I told you,” James said, trying to keep the whine out of his voice. “Can I go now?”

“Oh no,” the lead girl replied. “Not till we’re done with you.” She dropped the flap back down, cutting off the flow of cold air.

James’ heart sank a little, just how long where they gonna keep him trapped in the damn sleeping bag? At least the cool air helped a little. “I’m gonna suffocate in here.”

“You can’t suffocate in a sleeping bag, stupid. Besides, if you really feel like you’re running out of air, I mean, actually gonna pass out, say something, and we’ll poke a hole up by your head or something.”

James sighed a little bit, then groaned. “I gotta cramp…can you move your butt, a little?”

The girl atop him laughed, but she shifted herself a little bit, scooting a little further down his body. “So, what now?”

“Now,” the lead girl said, and James could practically hear her tail wagging in twisted glee. “We have some fun! Ok girls! Who wants to reach in and feel some naked sheath and balls?”

[Alec Anaconda]

Oh, and AA,apparently the quote system auto-italicizes anything that's quoted. Sorry!



Why not put your preamble in a box and have a boxless story?

FYI, Mythical Pain, I use Alec Anaconda to save confusion with the Automobile Association, fried-egg bra size, Alcoholics Anonymous and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AA (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AA)

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Oh, and AA,apparently the quote system auto-italicizes anything that's quoted. Sorry!



Why not put your preamble in a box and have a boxless story?

FYI, Mythical Pain, I use Alec Anaconda to save confusion with the Automobile Association, fried-egg bra size, Alcoholics Anonymous and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AA (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AA)

Alec Anaconda

LOL! Fair enough. I guess I could do that, Alec. Old habits die hard though, and all that. Enjoy the first part of the story, I hope? Poor husky couldn't even see it coming, hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Apparently you can't edit your own posts on here? That seems odd, am I missing something? I was going to go back and edit my story so that it was no longer in a quote box, and thus no longer in Italics, but I can't figure out how to do that lol.

[Alec Anaconda]

Apparently you can't edit your own posts on here? That seems odd, am I missing something? I was going to go back and edit my story so that it was no longer in a quote box, and thus no longer in Italics, but I can't figure out how to do that lol.

You can, but only for a short time after posting.

I would not expect, or want, you to attempt a retrospective change.





Enjoy the first part of the story, I hope? Poor husky couldn't even see it coming, hehehe.

Yes, I did!

Very readable and enjoyable, thank you.

Please continue this tale.



I posted my appreciation only after finding the time to read your story.

This was after post 937 and before post 938, but it seems to have disappeared!

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Ah, sounds like the forum musta ate your post, I hadn't seen it.

Anyway, excellent! Very glad you enjoyed it! It's a bit different from some of the other stuff I've posted, but I also think that helps make it fun. It's also somewhat taken on a life of it's own. With all the girls playful banter and teasing him in different ways it's stretched beyond in initial length I'd imagined. It's already longer then Princess 3 for example, and not quite done yet. Hope to have the rest of it finished up in the next few days.

[poiu]

A pair of fantastic new stories from a new guy over on SoFurry, Hundredand. Definitely check 'em out:

http://www.sofurry.com/view/337713 (male gryphon/female human)
http://www.sofurry.com/view/353734 (same male gryphon/female gryphon)

[poiu]

Also, a great pic over on FA -- cumshot plus ballpunch:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7525097/

[Mythical Pain]

A pair of fantastic new stories from a new guy over on SoFurry, Hundredand. Definitely check 'em out:

http://www.sofurry.com/view/337713 (male gryphon/female human)
http://www.sofurry.com/view/353734 (same male gryphon/female gryphon)

Oooh! Glad you posted that. Loved his first story, hadn't realized he'd posted the second. That's the problem with my Watch List over there...I glance over all the submissions but it's easy to lose story.

[Mythical Pain]

Here's part two of the Sleeping Bag Game. Not real ballbusting heavy, but he does get a good pinching when the girls want to make him admit some embarrassing truths. And hey, slow as it is around here, any content is good content if you ask me!


If you haven't read part 1, it's got more ballbusting, and you can read it by scrolling up a little ways.



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Mythical Pain presents: Sleeping Bag Game Part 2





"Now,” the lead girl said, and James could practically hear her tail wagging in twisted glee. "We have some fun! Ok girls! Who wants to reach in and feel some naked sheath and balls?”


James' heart hammered in his chest as a chorus of giggles and "Me's!” rang out around him. Honestly, he was almost as flattered as he was shocked. All the girls wanted to touch his privates?! Really? Just knowing girls wanted to touch his sheath made it tingle and swell up a little bit. He licked his nose inside the sleeping bag, squirming beneath the weight of the girl on his chest.

"You know...” He stammered a little. "If-If you wanted to touch my sheath, you coulda just asked! You didn't have to knee me and step on me and drag me in here.”

"But where's the fun in that?” Asked the girl seated on his belly.

"Alright, girls,” Melissa said, and now he was sure it was Melissa. "Gather round! Sit down or lay down around him, maybe we can all get our hands into that sleeping bag at the same time.” James felt Melissa move up alongside him, unzipping the sleeping bag a little further to give the girls more room. "He's probably going to get a boner pretty fast, so if you want to feel his sheath, do so early on. Oh, and James?”

"Y-yes, Melissa?” He replied, wondering if she'd admit to her identity or not.

"It's ok to get a boner,” Melissa replied with an evil sounding giggle.

That actually made James smile just a little inside the sleeping bag. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all. "I'm already sorta getting one.”

All the girls laughed at that, and the one seated atop him reached down to rub his sheath through the sleeping bag. The padding between fingers and privates did little to diminish the pleasure and excitement of being touched, and James couldn't help but give a throaty moan. "Good boy,” the girl teased him as she pulled her hand away.

Soon, all the girls had settled around James. Quickly, the girls began to slip their hands inside the sleeping bag. Fingers brushed his legs and ruffled the husky's thick, silken fur. The girl's groping hands were like foreign invaders, slowly probing their way into sacred and forbidden lands. James propped the sleeping bag up away from his face with a hand, straining to try and make out the details of the girl's fingers. He saw a cute black furred hand, that was probably Melissa's. Near it was an elegant, feline looking hand with golden fur and pinkish pads. Melissa had a lioness friend named Sarah. James had met her a few times, she was awfully cute. Ooh, maybe that was her hand.

James's view was cut short when the girl atop him violently wagged what felt like a thickly furred canine tail against the sleeping bag. Her tail buffeted the bag against his face till he reluctantly let the plaid fabric come to rest just above his snout.

"No peeking!” The mystery girl snarled playfully from her seat atop his belly.

"I wasn't!” James said, frustrated. "My face was just too hot...”

"Liar!” The girl found James' sheath through the sleeping bag, and flicked the very tip of it, making him yelp. "Somebody pinch one of his nards for lying!”

"Okay, okay, I was trying to see their hands!” admitted the husky, whining a little. "Don't pinch my nut! Please! It really hurts!”

"Oh?” Melissa asked, giggling. "You've had your nuts pinched before?”

"...Yes,” James said, feeling like he was getting backed into a very embarrassing corner.

"By who?” asked another of the girls, fingers crawling up his furry leg.

"Couple people,” the husky murmured.

Melissa, clearly the leader of her wicked yet curious little gang, addressed the group. "We can ask him that stuff later. Or next time! But bringing up too many bad memories might stop him from getting a boner. And I know Sarah wants to feel one of those!”

That made all the girls giggle, and he could hear Sarah gasp. Then he heard a gentle smacking sound as the lioness playfully slapped the vixen's arm. James wasn't sure if she was offended by the implication that she wanted to feel a canine's erection, or just upset Melissa had revealed her presence. Granted, he had already guessed she was there but the lioness didn't know that.

By now, James could clearly feel three different hands roaming the inside of his sleeping bag. Far as he could tell there were four girls, and all of them had a hand groping for his privates save for the one seated atop him. She'd probably get her turn next. One hand found his knee and squeezed it, sending shivers up his spine. The shivers doubled when another hand began to gently knead at the young husky's inner thigh. Whoever she was, she tugged at the thicker fur there, teasing it. Then the girl's fingers slowly worked up the husky's silver furred thigh, squeezing every inch of it till she find the area where James' leg met the rest of his body. The back of her hand brushed the bottom of husky's furry balls.

James shuddered and moaned softly, clenching his hands into fists. Whoever's hand had got there first was soon touching his balls. Female fingers brushed the husky's silvery gray furred testicles with gentle, curious touches. They rubbed his furry nuts back and forth a little, causing the plump grapes within to shift and roll within his sac. James had never had his testicles touched gently by a girl before, and even trapped within that sleeping bag, held captive as a toy for their own explorations, the feeling was exquisite.

"Oooooooohh, God,” James breathed softly.

"Sounds like someone found something naughty already,” giggled the girl atop him.

"It's me,” said the voice he'd identified as belonging to Sarah. "I found his balls.”

"Oooh! What do they feel like?” Asked the third girl he thought was squeezing his knee. He didn't know who she was.

"Ummm,” Sarah murmured, thinking about the question. It was actually the first time she'd felt a male's testicles, and she gently captured one of the canine orbs between her thumb and two fingers. James groaned again as she carefully rolled it around, exploring it's size and shape. "Kind of like a big grape, like Melissa said. Only, it's really smooth, sort of rubbery I guess.”

"Oh!” The other girl giggled, teasing the inside of James' knee, dull claws scratching his skin. "I wanna feel it! Where is it?”

"Where do you think?” Melissa replied, giggling too. "Follow his leg up to his body.”

"I would if you weren't in the way!”

"Are you calling me fat?” Melissa asked, teasing of course.

"I'm calling you a slut for hogging all the balls!”

That made all four girls laugh. James wasn't sure why that was funny. Probably an inside joke. Didn't girls hate it when they were called that word? Then again, there was probably tons of stuff that he and his friends would laugh about that the girls wouldn't get or wouldn't think was funny.

"I'm not even touching his balls,” Melissa said, her bushy red tail flicking the sleeping bag. James could picture it wagging behind her cute butt. Ooh, Melissa had such a cute butt. "Sarah's the one touching his balls." Then again, Sarah had a cute butt too. Melissa was closer to his own breed, but Sarah had such a nice body lioness or not. And she was touching his balls. Maybe he could get used to this.

Soon, James felt one of their hands slide from his leg all the way up over his hip. It ruffled his fur the entire way raising goose bumps along the skin beneath it. The girl the hand belonged too scooted up a little closer to his head, unzipping the bag a bit more with her free hand.

"There,” Melissa said. "Now there's room for all three of us on this side. I'm gonna touch his sheath, so if you girls wanna feel that before we get to Husky Boner City, you might wanna do it soon.”

"Husky Boner City?” James asked, laughing despite the situation. "You're weird, Melissa.”

"And you're my prisoner,” the vixen replied, her voice smooth and confident. "So unless you want me to treat your nuts like I treat Adam's, you'd better be a good pup for this weird girl.”

James found himself feeling slightly emboldened by the way she was playfully teasing him. After all, this seemed to be her idea, or maybe Sarah's. And the girls clearly wanted to touch his privates, even if they hadn't wanted him to know who was touching what. They also seemed to like the idea of the young husky getting hard as a rock, which helped to give his confidence a boost. James was never one to have much of an ego, and being captured by girls inside his sleeping bag certainly hadn't done anything to change that. After all he'd never been that popular with girls; he was sure they were just going to tease and torment him a while. But now that he realized that had something far more erotic and enjoyable in mind? James couldn't help but feel a little bolder, a little more playful. Though he'd never done that well with girls, he'd never had a serious self esteem issue, either, so he didn't have too much trouble falling into a more confident role.

"Oh, I'll be a very good pup,” he said, grinning inside the sleeping bag.

"Nice to know,” Melissa murmured.

For a few moments, Melissa just rubbed his belly. Then Melissa slipped her hands lower, to his hip, and from his hip, she walked her fingers inward. Tapping them against the husky's belly each time she moved her fingers an inch at a time. When she reached his sheath, she lay all four fingers against it, and James sucked in a breath, his body going taut. That was the very first time any girl had ever touched his sheath. Just the soft, warm pressure of a girl's fingers resting against the furry tube was an amazing sensation all by itself.

"Found your sheath,” Melissa said, her voice a throaty whisper.

"I-I noticed,” James replied, trying to keep his voice even. "You're...definitely at the outskirts of Husky Boner City!”

"I noticed that, too,” Melissa giggled, gently rubbing his sheath. He was already thick inside it, with an inch of tapered flesh peeking out. She rubbed the young husky's sheath up and down, ruffling up the fine, soft fur there then smoothing it down. After a few gentle strokes, each of which caused James to moan, Melissa pressed a single warm finger pad against the hot, smooth flesh peeking from the furred tube. "I just hope it's a nice big city, and not a teeny, tiny little village.”

"It's...well...”

James stammered a little. He certainly wasn't the best endowed canine around, but not the worst, either. As far as he knew it was still growing. Or maybe it had already reached adult size? He wasn't sure. He also wasn't totally sure how well it compared to other male canines, after all it wasn't as though he'd seen many other male's erections. He'd seen sheaths and balls of course, in the locker room and changing after swimming. Just that day he'd rather embarrassingly snuck a peek at Josh's balls. That chubby black wolf had quite a set on him. And there was the occasional humiliating locker room boner someone would get teased for. Plus, what young male hadn't found a way to peek at some porn? Some of those males were massive. But that was what they were paid for, and James was pretty sure he was at least decent sized. Besides, the girls wouldn't know any better, would they?

"It might not be a huge metropolis," James said, finding himself smiling. "But it's a pretty good sized suburb!”

That made the girls laugh. James was proud of himself for a moment, he thought that was pretty quick witted.

Melissa though, was even quicker. "No wonder it's growing so fast.”

That had the girls laughing even hard. James was quick to join in, his own laugh filled with nervous excitement. As they laughed, each of the girls continued to explore him. By now, the third girl had found the husky's genitals as well. At first, she just gently caressed his balls, feeling the fur of his canine scrotum and remarking on how silky soft it was. Sarah rolled his left ball around between her thumb and fingers, and soon the third girl was mimicking her with the right testicle. Then the girls pushed against each other a little, leaning over him as they let their hands swap places. Sarah then began to play with the husky's right ball, her graceful lioness fingers rolling that tender orb of silken furred flesh around against her velvety paw pads. James could do little more then shiver and moan in pleasure. He closed his eyes for a few moments, swiftly sliding from his sheath.

"This one's not as big,” Sarah commented as much to herself as the other girls. "His left nard is bigger then the other.”

"Yup!” Melissa giggled. "I saw that when I peeked under there.”

"Is that normal?” Asked the girl seated atop him. "Maybe you broke something when you kneed him.”

"I think it's normal,” Melissa said, though she laughed at the idea of her knee somehow making one of them increase in size. "I've seen a few pictures, and stuff.”

"And you've pinched guys nuts enough times you oughta have a good idea,” Sarah said, her laugh rising above the others.

"That too,” Melissa said, rubbing the tip of James unsheathing tool.

"Is it normal?” Sarah asked James, pinching his right testicle just a little.

James gave a throaty groan of discomfort, his right ball still tender from that earlier knee, and aching sharply as she pinched it. "Y-Yes! Ow! Ow! Yes! It's normal. Most guys have one ball that's a little bigger or a little lower, or both.”

"Oh? How do you know?”

"Because I've seen them!” The moment James said as much, he realized he should have phrased it differently. Or just told them he learned it in health class, because that hadn't come out the way he wanted it too.

"Oh, you look at lots of guys balls, huh James?” Melissa's smirk was evident in her voice.

"I meant...in the locker room...”

"You shouldn't be peeking at all the other males when they're changing, you little pervert.” Melissa ran a single finger against his exposed and increasingly erect tool, turning any reply into a loud groan. "Besides, Adam told me how you got a boner when you all went skinny dipping, but I thought he was just trying to embarrass you.”

James yipped in horror. "He told you that?!”

"No,” Melissa said, and all the girls burst out laughing. "But you just did.”

James face flushed crimson beneath all the fur, and the inside of his pointed, black furred ears burned scarlet. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why'd he have to say that? It hadn't been his fault, it wasn't like he'd gotten turned on by seeing the other males naked. ...Was it? No, of course not. And even the skinny dipping itself was just a quick, impromptu thing.

A few weeks ago the group of them had been down at the pool at night, a few dares had been issued, and before long all five of them had stripped off their bathing suits and jumped in the pool. After all if even one of them was willing to do it and the others weren't, why, they'd be "a pussy” for the rest of their life. No wanted that. And it was just James' bad luck that he hadn't pawed off that day, and he couldn't help thinking about naked girls. Surely, it wasn't the fact he'd peeked around at his friends' sheaths and balls that caused him to get a boner, was it? Of course not! It was the thoughts of bouncing boobs in his mind's eye that got him hard. Right? Right! Not that it stopped the others from laughing at him when someone spotted the red husky spear jutting up under the water.

"Did he really get a boner skinny dipping with Adam?”

"I guess so!”

"Hey, James,” Sarah asked, letting her fingers wander up the husky's sheath, which was now quickly retracting as his member emerged. His knot remained sheathed, but little more remained inside him. "Does Adam have a big sheath?”

"What?” James whined, shaking his head under the sleeping bag. "I-I dunno, I didn't stare or anything!”

"But you looked, didn't you?” She giggled. "Is it bigger or smaller then yours?”

"I...I dunno! Stop asking me these questions!”

The girl atop him growled at her trapped prisoner. "Pinch his nut! Make him answer!”

"Good idea,” Sarah said. The lioness let her fingers slip back down to grasp one of the huskys gray furred eggs. She trapped it between her thumb and two fingers, and began to squeeze it sharply. "Is Adam's sheath big or small?”

"Aaaaaaaah!” James cried out, his back arching, pressing his erection up into Melissa's hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing, though it was softening a bit from the pain. "I...I dunno!”

"Ok, how about this,” Sarah said, changing her question and relaxing her grip a little. "Tell me if it's bigger or smaller then yours, or I'll pinch your ball till you cry again.”

"S-smaller,” James said softly, whining and squirming in pain. He wriggled back and forth beneath the girl seated on him, the red sleeping bag rustling up against the girls that surrounded it. "But not a lot smaller.”

"Is yours the biggest, then?” Sarah maintained her dominant grip on that tender little jewel of husky flesh, the tender orb still aching.

"N-No!” James gave a long, shuddering canine whine of pain. "You're hurting me, stop! Please!”

"So you did look?”

"Yes! Now let go of my nut!”

"Don't be such a wimp,” Sarah said, relaxing her grip and rolling that canine nut around to try and ease some of the pain. "So! Who's was the biggest?”

James hesitated, feeling like he'd painted himself into an increasingly humiliating corner. His eyes were watering now, and not just from the pain. This had quickly gone from increasingly delightful to increasingly traumatic. So maybe he was just a little curious about other males, did that have to haunt him for the rest of his life? God, what if they told everyone, they'd probably kick him out of the group, what if they told everyone they knew?

"Come on,” Sarah said softly, trying to coax him into speaking. "It's not like we care if you're gay.”

James nearly chocked on his tongue. "I'm not-!” Was all he could squeak out.

Melissa, for once, was the voice of reason. "Oh, trust me girls, I assure you our husky friend here is anything but gay. Now, he might be bi, and if he is...” She paused to rub at James' chest through the sleeping back with her free hand. "That's perfectly okay. Look, James, we're just having a bit of fun teasing you is all. Heh, don't tell him I told you this, but Adam once got caught with a boner in the locker room last year.”

"He...he did?” James asked, incredulous.

"Yup,” Melissa giggled, still stroking his chest, and his member. By now the husky was nearly fully erect. Only the pain in one of his testicles, and the sudden rush of humiliation had caused his arousal to pause enough to keep his knot sheathed. "And him and that scrawny coyote you guys hang out with sometimes? They pretty much both got boners in the pool together before.”

"Really?!” That made James laugh, he felt a little bit better if it was true.

"Mhm. And that doesn't stop that coyote from getting hard when plopped down in his lap, or Adam from getting a boner when he peeked in on Sarah changing.”

"When he WHAT?!” Sarah nearly screamed, and Melissa started laughing.

"I'll tell you later,” the vixen said, still giggling.

"Tell me now, so I can kick his ass!”

"Oh, no. It was a while ago, he'd had a really shitty week, got beat up at school. Twice.”

"You beat him up...”

Melissa's voice took a softer, sympathetic tone James hadn't heard from her before. Especially when she was talking about Adam. It was nice to know that when the chips were really down, Melissa still loved her brother. "No, I mean really beat up. Like coughing up blood beat up.”

"Oh...” Sarah quieted down.

"Yeah.” All the girls were quiet a moment, then Melissa went on. "So I was real nice for him for a while. Little runt's got a major crush on you, yanno. So, I caught him peeking on you when you were changing and...Well I let it slide. I made him stop peeking but I just told him to get lost before you saw him. Sorry.”

"Yeah, well...” Sarah sighed and then laughed. "Guess he earned it. I'll kick him in the nuts for it later.”

That made all the girls laugh again, and Melissa said "That's the spirit! Anyway the whole point of that story was to make James realize it's okay if he's peeked at other guys now and then. We don't care, don't think Adam or the others would care.”

James still wasn't sure about all that, but he did feel a little bit. "Th-thanks.”

"You're welcome. Now, let's finish our trip to Husky Boner City.”

It didn't take much more to accomplish just that. Though the husky's member had rising and falling slightly on the persistent arousal meter for some time now, it did not take too much encouragement to finish giving James the biggest boner of his life. Soon all three girls began to work together to really excite the young husky.

Hands roamed up and down this thighs. Someone squeezed the inside of his knee, tickled the inside of his thigh. Another hand ran through the fur of his tail, squeezing it near it's base. Then someone slipped her hand beneath his rump to squeeze the husky's butt while another girl gently wrapped her fingers around his balls, caressing them. Before long, hands were roaming everywhere across the young husky's most private regions and James completely lost track of who was doing what to him. Someone stroked at his silken furred sheath, and as it continued to retract, mysterious fingers pinched gently at his knot, coaxing it to swell up a bit.

"Has everyone felt his knot?” Melissa asked.

"I'm not sure,” Sarah said.

"Here, I'll help you. Feline boys don't have one of these, but canines do.” Melissa guided Sarah's hand up from his thigh, over his balls, and to the base of his cock. His knot was still hidden within his sheath, and soon, the feline's fingers were gently squeezing it. "Pull his sheath down a little,” Melissa coaxed her.

Sarah did just that, tugging down the canine's sheath till his increasingly bulbous knot was exposed and pressed against Sarah's fingers. "Ooooh, it's kinda big.” Sarah murmured. "All canines have that, right?”

"Hey, someone actually paid attention in health class,” Melissa said. "Yeah, all canine males do. Right James?”

"Yeah,” James murmured, his mind elsewhere as Sarah began to knead the highly sensitive, swollen flesh. "It...gets a lot bigger when we cum.”

"Do you jack it off?” Asked the girl seated atop him, who began to rub his erection through the sleeping bag.

"Yeah,” James said, voice thick with lust and pleasure. "Though...I think it's just called jacking off. Not jacking "it” off.”

"Shut up, Pup,” laughed the girl pinning him down.

By now, James was fully erect. Harder then he'd ever been in his life, actually. To the husky, his cock felt full, extremely hard, and flushed. To the girls, it felt smooth, white hot, and very hard. Like all canines, it was thickest round it's knotted base, even when the knot was not fully engorged. And it slowly tapered down to a rather unique sort of canine point. James was a good size for a young husky, a little better sized really then he'd let himself believe. The canine's member was a deep, almost ruby red color, webbed with tiny veins. It almost lay against the whitish fur of his belly, but with the attention that it's knot was getting it was standing up a little higher.

"Well girls,” Melissa said, wrapping her fingers completely around the husky's erection again. He groaned happily for them, his tail wagging inside the sleeping bag, brushing all three girls arms. "We've definitely made it to Husky Boner City.” Melissa gave it a single, slow stroke; the pleasure rolled through James and made him whine. Then she let it go. "Alright, you girls feel it now.”

Sarah reached up to find the husky's hard-on next. She ran her paw pads against it, gently rubbing it up and down a few times without actually working her fingers all the way around it. Her touch felt like warm heaven to the young husky, who was starting to realize if the girls kept this up he'd be cumming in a hurry. Sarah rubbed the tip of it back and forth till James was wriggling like a trapped worm, and a bit of pre had moistened her finger tips.

"Wow,” Sarah said, laughing sheepishly. "It feels really big.”

"Thanks!” James managed to squeak out, both thrilled and delighted. He was really big? Really? Big?

"Have you ever actually felt one before?” Melissa asked the other girl.

"...No,” Sarah admitted after a moment. "So, I guess maybe its not that big.”

"Awww,” James whined aloud, his ears drooping. "Have...you touched one before, Melissa?”

"One,” Melissa admitted. "Another fox's. He's my age, and, yours is the same size his is, I think. So you're actually pretty good sized!”

"Oh,” James said, his ears soon perking back up. "Awesome! Do you...” His mouth felt a little dry suddenly as he thought about asking the girls something else. Though his heart had been steadily hammering away this whole time, thinking about taking a little initiative in this game had it pounding even hardly. Still...girls like bold, confident guys, right? "Do you girls wanna see it?”

"What was that?” Melissa asked, letting her hand take the place of Sarah's once more. She wrapped fingers around James' tool, and began to stroke the young husky's cock. Her paw pads were soft and warm, so much nicer then his own. Oh, God, he thought. That felt sooooo good! Her stroking was very slow, but firm, and soon, James was gently easing his rump up off the ground, rolling his hips against Melissa's hand. Thrusting himself through her tight grasp. "Do you want to show us your boner, is that it, Husky?”

"Yes!” James nearly yapped in delight. "Yes! I want to show you my boner!”

"Well, girls,” Melissa said to her subordinates, grinning. "Do you want to see a canine boner?”

For once, the girls didn't laugh or giggle. James wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign, but when they started unzipping the sleeping bag further, he realized it must be a good sign...

[aiam]

Mr Mythical Pain these stories are niceee! I did a drawing of one of your stories a while ago, unfortunately I believe I tossed it out with some old stuff I didn't need D:

[Mythical Pain]

Mr Mythical Pain these stories are niceee! I did a drawing of one of your stories a while ago, unfortunately I believe I tossed it out with some old stuff I didn't need D:

Thank you very much! Not as ballbusting heavy as some of the stuff I write, but definitely very fem dom oriented! Hope you enjoyed part 2, and it did have a really nice pinch I thought. Part 3 will hopefully be up by the weekends end.

Also...AWWWWH! I remember you saying you were gonna do that, I was really happy...looking forward to seeing it! Heh, is it too much to hope for that you'll draw it again or something similiar?

Would absolutely love to see artwork based on some of my stories!

[One from the Vaults]

Here's a comic that probably won't make any sense out of context, but seems it belongs here anyway.

http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/120321

[aiam]

Would absolutely love to see artwork based on some of my stories!

I will draw it over the summer sometime for sure, I'd just like a little more direction, last one was a standard knee and I didn't care for it much!

Also, do you do custom stories? I'd love a story based on the Evil Communist guy!

[Mythical Pain]

I will draw it over the summer sometime for sure, I'd just like a little more direction, last one was a standard knee and I didn't care for it much!

Also, do you do custom stories? I'd love a story based on the Evil Communist guy!

Direction? Well I'd love to see Melissa landing her foot, or knee squarely between Adam's legs. Or Jerrod, if you're more into her nailing someone older then her. Obviously the male should look agonized, and she should look all giggly and smug! ::Grins:: The male fox could even be rolling on the floor in tears while she stands over him giggling.

And...I've never really done a custom story, I suppose if the idea was one I liked I might be willing. I post a lot of stuff on furry sites lately though, so I don't always have a lot of writing time to dedicate to ideas that aren't my own.

It would have to be furry or dragon related though. What did you have in mind? Also...what evil communist guy? lol.

[beaktooth]

Excellent stories lately, MP! I will never look at a sleeping bag the same way again ;}

The gryphon posts someone had up a bit ago were good too! Reminds me of this pic:
http://e621.net/post/show/15366/

[beaktooth]

Found this one by chance

http://e621.net/post/show/191454/

More of a footjob, but the possibilities are endless.

[SagaDC]

A good story as always, MP. And Beaktooth, those are some interesting finds. I've never even seen that website before, so I had a bit of fun poking around on it. For those who haven't already taken a peek around e621.net, this link will probably lead to some immediately interesting search results. Some of the pictures are familiar from past posts, others are completely new to me.

http://e621.net/post/index?tags=ballbusting

[beaktooth]

Right you are SagaDC, I should have posted that as well, wasn't sure if someone had. "CBT" is another good tag for e621. I used to lurk around there a lot and did my best to tag every ballbust pic i found appropriately *^_^*

[poiu]

Hey! Remember that time I wrote a story about a dragon with very, very achy balls, then left you all with a cliffhanger for over a year? Well cliff-hang no more! Here’s the final chapter of Dragon Slaying -- all 11,000 words of it.

A quick reminder of where we left off:

P’oiu has agreed to be mates with Lia the dragoness
Before they can be mates, Lia insists on popping one of P’oiu’s balls -- part of her culture’s traditional mating ceremony
Unfortunately, P’oiu’s nuts are virtually indestructable -- they’ve been kicked, kneed, squeezed, and stomped flat a dozen different times without permanent damage
Opal, the potion-making frog, has just taught everyone about the regenerative properties of green dragon spunk, which rapidly heals and protects from injury
Since Lia’s been teasing and blue-balling P’oiu virtually non-stop, his balls are absolutely full of seed; thus it’s no wonder they’ve been so damn durable
Lia, Opal, and Kayla the orca hatch a plan to drain P’oiu’s dragon-makers, then smash one into goo, so that dragon and dragoness can live happily ever after (minus a nut)


Got it? If not, feel free to re-read the previous chapter (http://www.sofurry.com/view/210217), or even to start over from the beginning (http://www.sofurry.com/view/50186). I don't mean to toot my own horn, but there's some good stuff in there :P

Sorry for the extra-long delay! Please enjoy, and definitely let me know what you think. I spent three years on this crazy series -- I'd love to hear your thoughts on the plot, the characters, future stories with P'oiu and Lia, etc.


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In any other situation, I imagine I would have been thrilled to have three gorgeous, naked women all so focused on my groin. Hell, I'd fantasized about scenes like this since I was teenager...and the particular selection of ladies in front of me had the kind of curves that made my balls ache with need.

Unfortunately, given the circumstances, I knew my balls would soon be aching for a much less pleasant reason.

"So." Opal looked a bit nervous. "Uh...what's the plan, exactly?"

"What's there to plan?" Kayla asked, sauntering up between my legs. The orca glanced down at my scaly orbs for a moment before giving a half-hearted kick -- practically a gentle nudge, by her standards, but still enough to make me grunt in pain. "We drain 'em, we pound 'em, and we pop 'em. It's not complicated."

"We pop one," Lia corrected, stepping forward herself. She flicked my sac with a toeclaw, earning another involuntary grunt as the ache shot straight to my abdomen. "You only pop one ball for the mating ceremony...and even popping just one of his balls is going to be a hell of a lot of work. The stubborn little things might as well be made of rubber."

Another toe-flick from the ruby-scaled dragoness sent a third jolt of nutache through my body. This time the pain throbbed in my gut for a moment before fading away, and I exhaled tensely, fighting back a quiet groan as my stomach tightened and relaxed. I shot Lia an exasperated look, hoping for some sympathy from my potential mate-to-be, but the mischievous grin that I got in return told me that the female intended to toy with me as much as possible.

Stupid sexy Lia.

"Well then, how exactly are we gonna do this?" Kayla planted a hand on her bare hip, looking up at the dragoness. "I get that Opal's on cock-sucking duty, but what about us -- you wanna take turns stomping one into jelly? Use his sac as a punching bag? Squeeze the spunk out of one, maybe?" The female looked down at my groin. “I mean, I doubt I’m big enough to get a grip on his stones, but with those claws of yours you could have him squealing soprano in no time...”

If Opal's face was red from the cock-sucking comment, mine was twice as green from the list of nut tortures that followed. As Kayla rattled off a list of potential plans for popping my plum, I felt myself grow increasingly nauseous, each treatment worse than the last. The look on Lia’s face didn’t help, either. I could see a hint of a smile gathering at the corners of her mouth, and after a moment she shifted her stance, now drumming her toes atop my soon-to-be-doomed dragonmakers. It was hardly the first time Lia had been poised to flatten my nuts, and yet I had never been so acutely aware of the practiced ease with which she pinned my orbs to the floor. I tried not to imagine how many other males she'd teased into a frenzy and then stomped into oblivion…how many scaly spuds had been ground into goo between her claws…how many dragon testicles had already burst between her toes. Dear god, why I had I ever agreed to this?

"Ooh, or maybe some tail-busting! Slam that thing up between his legs, see if anything breaks. I used to love doing that to my boyfriend. Er, ex-boyfriend." The orca glanced back at her tail flukes, smiling nostalgically. "Ex-boy, actually. Anyway, with an ass like yours, I'm sure you can crack that thing like a whip -- I'll bet you could shatter his nut like it was made of glass."

That mental image was enough -- my stomach crawled at the thought. "Are you seriously going to discuss all this right in front of me?!" I blurted, staring wide-eyed at the trio of females. "You realize I'm right here listening, right?"

"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't we discuss this around you?" Lia rolled one of my dragonmakers beneath her foot, putting a little weight on the fat sphere and making me groan involuntarily. "I mean, we're going to be doing all these things to you in a minute anyway -- you might as well know what's coming."

"Urrgh." I let out a tense breath, fighting the urge to groan again as the dragoness continued toying with my nutsac. "I really just want to get this over with."

"Hey -- I'm not the one with balls full of magical spunk. If it was up to me, we'd be done already." The red female shifted her weight again, earning a wheezing gasp from me before she lifted her foot away entirely. "But if it makes you feel better, we'll discuss it in private." She grinned. "That way it'll be a surprise."

"Great," I answered sarcastically. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

"Before that, though, I've got to ask you one more question." The dragoness knelt between my spread legs, planting one hand on my thigh to ease herself to the ground, and her eyes flicked upwards to meet my own. In any other situation, the predatory look on my mate-to-be's face would have been an incredible turn-on. As it was...well, it was actually still pretty sexy, but that was negated by the shiver that ran down my spine as she took hold of my scaly pair.

"Alright, stud, moment of truth." The dragoness hefted my swollen spunk-makers in her claws, rolling my marbles between her fingers for a moment and feeling their weight. "Which should I pop, lefty or righty?"

"Uh…" I had no idea. Was there a difference? "L-Lefty, I guess."

The female grinned. "Righty it is," she replied, delivering a friendly flick to the now-doomed gonad before letting my sac slip from her fingers.

I groaned weakly at the burst of pain that spread through my gut, my head jerking upwards for a moment before falling back to the ground once again. Dear god -- if this worked out, it was going to be one hell of a marriage. At least I'd be saving some other poor dragon from getting his stones pounded to a pulp.

Lia gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze, then climbed to her feet, turning to face the other girls. I tried to enjoy the view, my eyes tracing the sexy curve of her rear, but when I reached her tail I could only imagine it snapping upwards between my legs, crushing my balls into my pelvis. I felt nauseous for a moment, remembering some of the warning tailflicks she’d given me on the long journey home, and imagining how much worse a full-force slam would have been. Sure, my terrible case of blue balls might have saved a rupture, but just the thought...ugh.

I was so busy visualizing getting my walnuts cracked that I almost didn’t notice as Lia and Kayla began making their way to a far corner of the room. My eyes were unconsciously following the hypnotic sway of the dragoness’s hips when Opal climbed up on to my stomach, grabbing my attention.

“Opal?” I asked, blinking. “Uh...why aren’t you with the other girls?”

The little frog looked up at me, planting a hand on her hip. “Because it’s my job to make you blow, not to make you pop. Remember?” The female turned to face my groin, stepping towards my half-hard cock. “Seems like a shame to ruin such a nice matching set...but if you’re gonna lose a spud, at least we get to have one more round of fun first.”

I could feel myself starting to stir as Opal placed a hand on my dragonhood, giving the thick length a friendly stroke. “Isn’t there something you can say to them?” I let my eyes fall to the frog’s wonderful ass, appreciating its luscious curves. “You’re smart -- they’ll listen to you.”

“Are you kidding?” As my length stiffened the female pressed her body up against it, earning an involuntary twitch from the pole of flesh. “Maybe you didn’t notice, but I’m a bit out of my league here. That girlfriend of yours is like five times my size. Besides, they’ve both got legitimate reasons to want to scramble your eggs.”

Legitimate? Really? “But I don’t want to lose a nut,” I whined.

"Well then you should have picked me," the frog replied, a touch of testiness in her voice as she grabbed my shaft and gave it a squeeze. Her hands didn’t even come close to encircling the thick length, but it was enought to earn another healthy throb. “Look -- I realize this is tough, but you knew exactly what you were getting into when you picked Lia. If you really want to be her mate, you have to let her pop one. Now be a man about it. Half a man. Whatever.”

That was not the kind of sympathy I had been hoping for. Still, it seemed odd that Opal was so willing to just stand by and let this happen -- for business reasons, if nothing else. “They’re taking away half of your spunk supply,” I pointed out, shivering as I reached full hardness.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Opal pressed her breasts up against my cock and slid her body down my length, grinning at the spurt of precum that splashed across her bare chest. “From what I’ve seen, Lia seems to be a master at blue-balling. I’d say she makes you cum twice as hard as usual...so I should still have plenty of material for my potions.”

I felt pretty sure that it didn’t work that way, but before I could open my mouth to protest the frog had wrapped both arms around my dragonhood. I let out a low moan as the little female moved up and down in slow, pumping strokes...and a second, louder moan as she gave a lick up the underside of my shaft.

Opal planted a wet kiss on my cockhead before wrapping her lips around as much of it as she could, her long tongue playing across the part that wouldn’t fit in her mouth. She suckled at the tip for a moment before letting it slip free from her mouth with a quiet pop. “You like?” she asked playfully, rubbing her cheek up against the thick pole of flesh.

I growled, thrusting my hips up in response. Not for the first time, I cursed the size difference between us. I could only imagine what it would feel like if she could swallow down my entire length, or if I could sink myself into the hot, wet slit between her legs...

"Mmmph.” I moaned as the healer planted another kiss on my dragonhood. “God, what I wouldn't give to just be a frog."

Opal chuckled at that, pressing her bare body closer. "I think I prefer you just the way you are, big boy."

I shivered at the sensation of her warm skin rubbing up against my most sensitive organ (well, my most pleasurably sensitive organ, anyway). In the past, I had emptied my balls dozens of times to thoughts of Opal: firm tits and wide hips, gorgeous curves that drove my libido through the roof. The frog probably could have been a porn star, if she’d wanted. Instead she’d dedicated her life to healing...and to making me blow my load. Lucky me.

This time was no different. Despite the titfuck from Lia just a short while ago, it was only a matter of minutes before I found myself approaching the point of no return. I let out a throaty moan as the frog gave up on standing and instead wrapped her legs around my shaft, her whole body squeezed wantonly around my dragonhood. My cock gave a mighty twitch as she slid down on my length, her rack squished up against the pillar of flesh, her thighs tight around the shaft, her own wet sex rubbing against the base of my member.

“Nngh!” The little female let out a moan of her own as she ground against my rod, her whole-body strokes lubricated by each new spurt of precum from my twitching length. “Oh P’oiu...ah! Show me what you’re storing in those big balls of yours!”

“Oh Opal,” I groaned, my head rolling back with pleasure. My heart was pounding, my hips thrusting of their own accord, the nude and nubile Opal sliding up and down my length. Each pump brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toeclaws curling as I felt that wonderful feeling rising in my groin. I’d shot my wad for Opal dozens of times -- but usually I just stroked myself off while Opal stood by and grinned, then collected the spunk afterwards for her potions. If I was lucky, she’d flash me her tits, or maybe rub my balls. But the way she rode me now, pressing her slick skin against mine, shuddering with arousal, clutching desperately to my dragonhood--

With a grunt of exertion the little frog increased her pace, sliding up and down, up and down, each stroke pushing me closer. There was no stopping it now. “O-Opal!” I panted raggedly, thrusting up against the female as her whole body worked to get me off. “I--!”

Whump.

I knew what had happened before the pain even hit. Of course.

“Eep!” Opal tensed, clinging tightly to my cock. “Watch your foot!”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t gonna crush you,” said Lia reassuringly. “Just his nut.”

This was not the first time I’d had my right nut pinned beneath Lia’s heel...but it was possibly the worst. Half a stroke from orgasm, and I had the entire weight of a full-grown dragoness dropped on my gonad. My cock gave a mournful twitch, and I let out a long, low, defeated groan, slumping in my chains as a fresh ache spread through my abdomen...

...but that did nothing to stop Opal. After a moment to settle her nerves, the little healer resumed her gyrating, grinding feverishly against my prick, doing her best to finish the job and make me blow. And somehow, despite the crushing weight on my testicle, she succeeded.

Thud. A second blow -- this one from Kayla’s mace -- came crashing down on poor righty just as a thick rope of spunk erupted from the tip of my member, arcing high into the air before splashing down on my bare chest. I squeaked something unintelligible as a sharp spike of nutpain laced through my gut and a second blast of dragonseed shot from my cock, spraying forcefully across my stomach. (In my pain-addled state, it almost seemed like my sperm were trying to flee from my flattened ball. Smart sperm.)

For a split second, Lia seemed surprised -- I guess she hadn’t realized just how close I was -- but almost immediately, that was replaced with an expression of glee. “He’s coming! Oh my--...Kayla, get out of the way! I’m gonna try to pop it!”

“Aww, but I only got one hit!” complained the orca...but she must have moved aside, or else been crushed by the scaly foot that came thundering down several times in rapid succession. I let out a series of squawks and squeals as Lia delivered stomp after stomp to my swollen testicle, pounding it into the stone floor as my cock spat out a few more strings of dragon batter. Every instinct in my body told me to double up and clutch myself, to do whatever was necessary to protect my unborn children from this barrage of brutal blows…but all I could do was spasm in my restraints, and watch as Lia's leg moved up and down, up and down.

"Mmrgh...come on! I swear," Lia grumbled, frowning as my rubbery nut slipped out from beneath her heel, "I am going to pop one of these plums if it's the last damn thing I do. Such stubborn little things…"

If I had been able to string together a coherent sentence at this point, I probably would have been begging her for mercy -- but what do you say to a girl who's determined to grind one of your gonads into goo? My whole body shook as the dragoness bore down on the center of my scaly ball, the tortured sphere warping under the terrible pressure, but refusing to simply burst and be done with it. Instead my poor nut squished between the female's toeclaws like some kind of water balloon, reshaping itself around Lia's foot with each agonizing stomp.

For a while, there were only two sounds: the repeated impact of foot on balls, and my own broken mewling. It was Kayla who finally spoke. "I, uh…I don't think it's gonna pop, hun," she said, watching my swollen spud bounce around in my sac with each blow. "He finished blowing his wad a while ago, and his nut's still in one piece."

If anything, Kayla's words made Lia even more determined. "But it has to pop!" she exclaimed, gritting her teeth as she ground my gonad into the floor. "We made him cum twice! His balls must be almost empty!"

"Almost empty, but not totally empty." Opal was still clinging to my half-hard cock for balance, wincing each time the larger female's foot came slamming down beside her. "I think we might need to make him come a third time. And, uh….I may not be a guy, but I imagine it's pretty hard to blow a load while your balls are being stomped flat."

"Heh -- you'd be surprised." The dragoness smirked, but her grin quickly faded as my ball squirted out from underneath her foot, still frustratingly intact. "Damn it!" she growled. "I just can't…grr!"

In a futile expression of fury, Lia cocked her leg back and rocketed her foot up between my legs, not bothering to discriminate between my left and right orb as she drove them both up into my pelvis. Only the chains around my ankles kept me from skidding several inches with the force of the kick. In most circumstances, that kind of blow would drop me to my knees like a bag of bricks…but it didn't seem quite so bad when compared to a ball-stomp mid-orgasm. If anything, I was almost glad to have my left nut absorbing half of the impact.

Lia stood there for another moment, sweat glistening on her heaving chest, before sighing heavily and finally stepping away. That gave my half-crushed dragonmakers a few moments’ respite, and a chance to reinflate to their usual round shape. Er...well, sort of. Even without looking, I knew my right plum had to be twice the size of my left one, and somehow I suspected that it was less a ‘ball’ at this point than it was a ‘grotesquely swollen lump’. It was still in one piece, yes, but I wouldn't have been at all surprised if the poor thing only shot blanks from now on.

The three girls seemed to be talking, but I was having trouble focusing on the words, given the terrible nausea churning in my gut. I could tell that Lia was aggravated from the tone of her voice (and from the flurry of ball-blows I'd just received), but Kayla and Opal seemed to be calming her down a bit, doing their best to take the edge off of the female's frustration. Opal murmured something sympathetic, and Kayla said something about gonads that earned a laugh. I even heard the words "try again later," though the dragoness didn't seem very pleased with that idea.

"But we're so close! All we need to do is make him come again--"

"You're trying to get a third consecutive orgasm out of a guy after stomping on his balls?" Kayla chucked. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Opal scratched her head, frowning. "I'm with Kayla -- I've never seen P'oiu blow three times, and that's practically my job. I'd be surprised if you can even get him hard."

Lia opened her mouth to argue -- then looked down at me instead. A look of determination crossed her face. Suddenly the dragoness was down on her knees, leaning over me to look me in the eye.

"Hey." She gave me a little smile. "I know you've been through a lot, but…think you can get it up again?"

"No," I croaked.

"Told you so," said Kayla.

Lia shot the orca an annoyed look. “Okay. Well,” she asked, running a hand across my chest, “...is it okay if I try?”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Yes? No? My brain had shut down at this point. All I could manage was an exhausted groan. Do what you want.

Without another word, the dragoness slid down my torso and wrapped her lips around my cock.

Part of me was just tired. Part of me just wanted to pass out now, even if it meant I might have to suffer through another attempted nut-popping when I came to. Hell, I could hardly feel anything below the waist besides a haze of nausea and pain.

But despite everything, my limp dragonhood began to respond, slowly stiffening between the female's lips. Her tongue curled around my thickening length, one hand stroking at the base, the other playing with my sac (gently, for once). Weakly I lifted my head to watch and caught Lia grinning up at me, her head bobbing steadily up and down, coating my shaft in a glistening layer of saliva. I was totally spent, my balls practically empty, and yet I felt my pride give a faint twitch of arousal, struggling back to life. I don't know where I got the energy -- but then again, I'd suffered through a week of blue balls following Lia around, desperate for the chance to give her my seed. I’d spent countless hours with my dragonhood like a bar of iron, silently imagining what it would be like to fuck her brains out. If she was going to suck me off, then god damn it, I was going to give her a mouthful.

That didn't seem to be Lia's plan, though. As my cock approached full hardness, the dragoness pulled herself away with a wet slurp, leaving my stiff rod bobbing needfully in the air.

"Damn." Kayla wolf-whistled. "Girl's got skills."

"Why did you stop?" asked Opal, confused.

The dragoness looked up at me again, her eyes aflame, and suddenly I realized just how aroused she was. And surprisingly, how aroused I was. "Because," she panted, moving to straddle my body. She turned to face away from me, her tail thumping down on my chest. "I want him here."

I gasped weakly as the female wrapped a clawed hand around my shaft -- then moaned loudly as she impaled herself on my rod. My hips bucked in surprise, unable to resist the sudden burst of pleasure. Her body gripped at every inch of my pride as I entered her, inch after inch sinking into her warm depths. The sensation made my head spin. Her sex was tight, snug around my shaft, and wet, so wet--

I wasn't the only one having a moment. “My god you’re thick,” Lia groaned, eyes sliding shut as she worked her way down the last few inches of my dragonhood. "Oh fuck. Mmmrph."

Oh, how I wanted this. For a moment I was so overwhelmed that it was all I could do to just admire the view. I let my eyes trace the curves of the dragoness's back, following the angle of her shoulder blades, out to the swell of her hips, then back to the luscious curve of her rear. My shaft twitched inside her and I felt her body squeeze back in response, milking me for my genetic gift. God, this was heavenly. Lia was fucking me. Lia was fucking me! And any second now, she would start bouncing away, riding me to the best orgasm of my life…

"Kayla?" The dragoness fought to suppress a moan, grinding down against my lap. "L-like we discussed."

The orca cocked her head to the side. “But I thought you were planning to take it in the ass for this.”

Lia shook her head. “Changed my mind. I want him inside me when it...ohhh! Ohh, that’s nice.”

"Um...‘like we discussed’?" asked Opal, confused. "What did I miss?"

Kayla smirked, hefting her mace onto her shoulder. "Just follow my lead. I'm sure you can find something to do."

A stab of panic went through me as I felt claws wrap around my sac, isolating my right nut once again. Oh no. Please no. We could do this later. Couldn't I just blow my load in peace?

Lia craned her head around to face me, giving me a smoldering look. “Now -- you are going to blow your fucking load, and I am going to pop your fucking ball," she purred, sliding her sex up my shaft until only the tip remained inside her. "Understood?”

My cry of protest immediately became a squeal of pain as the dragoness clamped down on the center of my nut, the poor orb losing any semblance of its usual spherical shape as it squished out between her fingers. At the same time Lia slammed her hips back down, her rear striking my stomach with an audible smack as she took my dragonhood to the hilt. She only stayed there for a moment, my shaft stretching her wide, before she rose once again with a happy groan, rolling her hips to start a steady rhythm.

My body bucked desperately in response, torn between two competing instincts. On the one hand, I had the irresistable urge to meet the female's thrusts, to fuck her hard and fill her with my spunk. On the other hand, I was also trying to fold double and protect myself before the dragoness could grind my gonad into mush between her claws. For a few seconds, I found myself unable to respond to either demand, frozen in place as the dragoness ravaged my junk.

And of course, I was completely ignoring Kayla and Opal, too. Even when Lia took a moment to carefully adjust her grip, pinching my nut straight down the middle so that it bulged out on either side, I didn’t understand what was going on -- at least not until Kayla’s mace came pounding down on one of those bubbles of nutflesh.

“My nut!” I squeaked, finally finding my voice again. “Oh god, my nut!”

“Ha!” Kayla’s laugh rang clear as a bell. “I guess he felt that. You got the other side?”

“Uh, sure,” replied Opal, sounding not-at-all sure. “How should I...?”

“I dunno. Just pound on it!”

“Your legs,” gasped Lia, looking down at the two smaller females as she continued to ride me. “U-use your legs!”

I felt the jolt of pain as the frog gave me a firm kick, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the blow from Kayla. Apparently Kayla agreed. “No no no,” she scolded, “not like that. Your thighs are so strong -- you gotta use all that power! Use your feet like a battering ram!”

“Hmm.” Opal thought for a moment...then took a seat on the floor, hugged her legs to her chest, and rolled back in order to lift both feet off the ground. “You mean something like this?”

What followed was an mini-explosion of pain as the frog launched both her feet up into my testicle, all that raw power uncorked into the center of my big, scaly nut. "Oh fuck!" I squealed, my hips bucking off the floor even despite the weight of Lia sitting on top of me. "Holy fuck, my nut!"

Kayla laughed again, louder than before. “See? Nice strong legs like yours -- you’re practically built for kicking balls.”

“Ha, thanks,” replied Opal, no doubt blushing. “That was actually...kind of fun.”

“Shows off your ass, too,” the orca added.

Opal had no further response except to slam her feet into my ball once again -- or rather, into the big bubble of ballmeat squishing out from the left side of Lia’s death grip. I let out a plaintive wail as Kayla’s mace crashed down on the opposite site, further scrambling my trapped egg.

The sad thing is, under any other circumstances I'm sure I would have been left slack-jawed by the sight of the dragoness thumping up and down on top of me, my length swallowed by her tight sex, her head thrown back in ecstasy. My cock was still as hard as iron, still twitching eagerly with each thrust...but with my spud under assault from three different sides, that pleasure was all but forgotten. I tried to focus on the two round globes of the female’s behind, in the hope that it might spur my arousal and help drown out the agony...but the ripples that ran through her ass cheeks with each bounce just reminded me of a slap to my own orbs.

Lia was having no such trouble enjoying herself. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, her pussy clenching tightly around my throbbing length, her juices dripping down my shaft. The dragoness let go of my gonad with one hand in order to rub frantically at her clit. The adjustment in her grip sent a sharp jolt of pain into my gut, just as she arched her back with a throaty moan of pleasure. “Oh my god, nngh--”

I squealed back something much less intelligible, my body twitching beneath hers as my defenseless nut was stressed to the breaking point. I could hear all three of the girls making noise: Lia's ragged moans and the wet slap of her hips against mine; Kayla's grunts as she used my poor ball for mace practice; the dull thud of Opal's feet slamming into the opposite side of my aching spud. My body jerked with each blow, helpless to shield my swollen spunk-maker.

Earlier, when I’d first come to and found myself chained to the cave floor, I’d come to the realization that my nuts might have only hours to live -- but even then, it hadn’t quite felt real. After all, I’d had my balls busted a dozen times and always survived intact (albeit with plenty of swelling). In fact, each of the girls in the room had already taken a serious crack at my nuts: Kayla had tried to kick them into paste, Opal had practically pounded them flat beneath her rear, and Lia...well, Lia had attempted to pop one in a variety of ways. But only now, with Kayla and Opal assisting Lia in trying to smash my spud, did I fully understand just how fucked I was. How, in a few minutes, I might permanently be a nut lighter.

Like it or not, I’d imagined this scene quite a few times by now -- often in nightmares, sometimes in daydreams (daymares?), and of course, pretty much any time a female slammed her foot up between my legs. In my mind I’d lost my balls a dozen different ways: pounded to paste across some girl’s knee, or squashed to oblivion between her fingers, or even chewed to mush between her teeth. In my imagination it had always been a split-second thing: my twin orbs trembling on the edge of rupture, compressed to their very limits, fighting valianty to stay alive until they suddenly burst like a pair of water balloons. In one moment, mind-blowing testicular agony; in the next, a sac full of goo and merciful unconsciousness.

But now that it was actually happening (oh dear god, this was actually happening?!), I realized that reality was not nearly so kind. As Lia dug her claws into my right gonad, I could feel the orb starting to cave. Drained of almost all its spunk, the swollen spud kept trying to slip out from the dragoness’s unyielding grip, but she held on, her grip leaving deep dents in the rubbery sphere. I had the distinct sense that my ball was about to split along the seam, like some overstuffed beanbag.

If Lia could tell that she was getting close, she didn’t show it. The dragoness was bouncing up and down like a jackhammer, panting and moaning and gasping with pleasure, her rear pounding into my lap with each thrust. In my near-delirium I tried to crane my head, to catch one final glimpse of my sac before I became half a dragon, but my view was obscured by her tail and by the otherwise-heavenly sight of my shaft buried in her sex. Occasionally, as Lia rose to the very tip of my cock, I would catch a glimpse of something through her legs, scaly flesh squishing out from between vicious claws -- but even with the apocalyptic pain in my gut, it seemed impossible that my poor right nut could be that swollen or that distorted.

At some point I became aware of a shrill, high-pitched squealing, so sharp that it almost hurt to hear. (Maybe it would have, if every pain receptor in my brain hadn’t already been engaged elsewhere.) Even with my mind in a jumble, it sounded strangely familiar...but it wasn’t until I felt Kayla’s mace slam into the side of my nut again and heard the squeal jump another half-step higher that I realized I was hearing myself. With my testicle on the verge of extinction, I hardly sounded like a dragon at all -- and closer to a female than a male.

Still, even if I sounded like a hatchling on helium, I fought for some control of my voice. “Lia,” I managed to squeak out, my words warbling as Opal delivered another devastating kick, “o-oh god, Lia, m-my--!”

“Oh!” There was a pleading edge in the female’s voice -- a wild, desperate tone that sent a shiver up my spine. “Oh P’oiu, please! Cum, you stud, cum!”

I had just started formulating the words to tell Lia that cumming was the absolute last thing on my mind -- but then suddenly the dragoness’s hips were a blur, her body clenched like a vice around my throbbing length, and I was no longer so sure. My mind went blank as the female redoubled her efforts, every motion and muscle coordinating to coax one more load from my overworked orbs. Somehow, despite everything, I felt myself start thrusting back, fighting back my involuntary spasms to match Lia’s frantic rhythm. My shaft twitched inside her, rapidly approaching the edge of yet another orgasm even as my gonads screamed in protest. The urge to procreate overrode everything else: this dragoness needed my seed. Nothing in the world was as important as giving her whatever was left in my balls.

Oddly enough, it was a fresh twinge of ache in my left nut -- the one that the girls were purposefully leaving alone -- that brought me back to the present. For a moment, I thought that something had been clamped around my spunk-maker...but by now, I was quite familiar with what it felt like to get one of my testicles slowly flattened, and this was somehow different. A duller pain, and deeper. In a strange way, it reminded me of all the times that Lia had left me terribly blue-balled, my nuts filled to bursting with unspent spunk, except somehow...opposite. Like my ball was being wrung dry instead.

It took a few seconds for that thought to fully sink in...and for me to realize just how close I was to blowing my load. A load that might cost me my right nut. Even then, I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting, even with all three girls pounding on my defenseless dragon-maker, doing their best to reduce it to goo. Half of my mind was lost in pleasure; the other half was insane with agony. I swear I could feel my nut starting to crack as it prepared to unleash its last few drops of spunk, the only thing that had kept it intact through weeks of testicular torture.

Lia could feel it cracking too, apparently. “It’s--it’s gonna pop!” she gasped. Her pussy rippled around my dragonhood, squeezing, squeezing. “It’s gonna pop! Oh, P’oiu!”

Several things happened at once.

Kayla’s mace came thudding into the gap between Lia’s fingers.
Opal’s long, lithe legs slammed forcefully into the opposite side of my ball.
And on top of me, Lia tossed her head back, her mouth opening in a lustful cry, her whole body quivering, her claws tightening one final notch...

I exploded.

Lia’s hips slammed into mine just as my cock erupted with a torrent of spunk: shot after shot of dragonseed blasting into the female’s sex, my balls wringing themselves dry in one last attempt to pass on my genes to a new generation. I came like a geyser. If it weren’t for the dragoness in my lap, I think I could have sprayed the ceiling with spunk -- but that wouldn’t have been one-tenth as satisfying as burying myself inside of Lia, feeling her tightness around me as I blew my load. For a split second, I forgot everything I’d been through in the past few weeks: every trial and every trauma; every ache and every pain; every kick, knee, slap, squeeze, and stomp that had left me doubled over in the fetal position. There was nothing in the world but my cock, and Lia, and pleasure.

And then I felt Lia clench around me, her back arching in orgasm, and it was over. The world came rushing back just as my poor, poor testicle finally gave in, the tortured orb trembling for an agonizing moment before suddenly disintegrating between the female’s fingers. I felt my gut do a backflip as the dragoness’s claws finally closed around my ruptured nut, the once-proud orb splitting open, its contents squishing outwards from the busted seam of my busted spud. For an instant I had half a gonad, a chunk of testicle still mostly intact -- then Lia’s grip shifted, and that too was nothing but mush.

I heard a gasp from Opal; a sharp laugh from Kayla; a shuddering moan from Lia. I felt the familiar wave of nausea rise in my stomach, multiplied by a thousand times. My body gave a forceful twitch. And yet even as the incredible ache spread through my abdomen, and as my vision began to fade, and as Lia sunk down once more on my shaft with the most satisfied groan I’d ever heard, somehow it almost didn’t seem real.

I guess I’d always expected to hear a “pop”.

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You know, despite my thorough familiarity with getting my balls flattened, I had never really thought about what would happen after I lost a nut. Hell, I think part of me expected I'd just give up and die after having one of my dragon-makers ground into goo.

But when I regained consciousness, much later, I felt oddly...calm. (Not what you’d expect, after losing a spud.) I remembered what had happened in full detail, of course -- it was hard to forget, given the nausea still pulsing in my stomach and the images burned on my brain -- but now that it was over and done with, I felt strangely relaxed. After all, the damage was already done. One of my balls had burst, and it had been incredibly painful, but that was it. I hadn't died; I hadn't gone crazy; the girls hadn't rebelled and decided to pop my other nut, too. Here I was: still P'oiu, still (mostly) male, still in my own cave, still surrounded by same company -- still chained to the ground, even. It was exactly as I'd agreed upon, and even if I wouldn't normally volunteer to have one of my gonads reduced to a fine pulp, it was at least nice to wake up and find that my captors had stuck to their promises.

The three girls seemed to have cooled down from their earlier ball-bursting frenzy. Opal was back in her usual outfit, seated cross-legged between my spread legs, her feminine curves concealed behind a modest red sari as she scribbled something down in a notebook. From time to time she would move to get a better look at my battered ballbag, or give my heavy left nut a quick feel, but for the most part she just sat and wrote. I'm not really sure how my poor, broken dragon-makers could be the impetus for so much text, but judging from the endless scratching of the little frog's pen, I guess there was plenty of interesting information to record.

Kayla was lying off to the side, napping peacefully, her mace set down a few feet away. Apparently the orca had decided to put some of her clothes back on, but whatever she was wearing, it was still rather minimal -- just enough to cover the essentials, though most of her body was still bared to the world. As I watched she stretched in her sleep, arching her back until her breasts seemed about to slip free of her top, then folded back in on herself, curled up with her hands between her legs. "Mmm...P'oiu," she murmured, a grin on her face as her thighs squeezed tightly together. I'm uncertain exactly what she was dreaming of, but I can't imagine it was anything good, at least not for me.

And as for Lia -- well, Lia was as nude as ever, of course. At this particular moment she was straddling my chest, facing away towards my groin, idly stroking my shaft with one hand. She seemed to be watching Opal's examination, peering down at my swollen left nut and whatever remained of the right. Her tail lay across my chest and curled around beneath my head, providing a nice make-shift pillow and propping my head at just the right angle to admire the curves of her backside. Groggily I took in the view, eyes tracing downwards from her bare shoulders, lingering on her curvy hips, finally arriving at her round, ruby-colored rear. I could still picture my shaft buried to the hilt in her tight slit, her body clenching down around me, the dragoness crying out my name as her claws tightened that final notch and she claimed me as her mate--

Her mate. I was her mate now. That was a crazy thought -- we'd only known each other for what, a week and a half? -- but it actually made me feel quite happy. Sure, Lia was a little crazy at times, and yes, she was a terrible cocktease, and admittedly, she seemed to have a straight-up fetish for flattening my balls -- but just one glance at her body had me ready to blow like an over-sexed teenager. And she knew how to use that body, too...she was like a goddess out of some fevered wet dream. Who could say no to that? Besides, now that her heat had ended and her horrible little mating ritual was over, she seemed a whole lot less threatening. Caring, even, if you judged from the way she was sitting over me, watching Opal tend to my tortured testicles. Only time would tell if I'd made the right choice, but for now, the thought of fucking Lia senseless helped to ease some of the ache in my abdomen.

And even if I was still too weak to move, the lewd fantasies running through my head definitely roused a certain part of me to life. My thick length had already been fairly stiff from Lia's slow strokes, but when it began twitching more forcefully the dragoness took notice. She craned her neck around, looking down at me and smiling when she saw that my gaze was locked on her ass. "Hey, stud," she teased, "my eyes are up here."

I glanced up and opened my mouth to respond, but only managed a pained groan as Opal nudged around the contents of my ballsac. "Oh fuck--"

Her expression softened, a tone of concern entering her voice. "How are you feeling?"

I coughed weakly. "Like I was hit in the groin by a sledgehammer. You...you popped it, right? "

"He's awake?" Opal climbed to her feet, leaning to the side to peer around Lia's torso. "Oh thank god. I was starting to think we'd put you in a coma, P'oiu."

"It's definitely popped," Lia confirmed, a grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "You were great -- it was even better than I imagined."

"Mmrgh." I tried not to picture the red dragoness fantasizing, jilling off to the thought of crushing my scaly nut... "How, uh...how long have I been out for?"

Lia turned to face me, taking a seat beside me on the stone floor. "Almost a full day. We thought about moving you to another room, but Opal was worried we'd accidentally do more damage, so we decided to leave you here. And she wanted to keep a close eye on your sac while you were out, so she said we should keep you spread out -- otherwise you'd just curl up in the fetal position and she wouldn't be able to help."

"I've been keeping a close eye on things," chimed in Opal. The little frog had climbed up on to my abdomen, and I finally had a good luck at her now that Lia had moved aside. "It's really quite fascinating -- we still know almost nothing about reproductive anatomy in green dragons, so this was an incredible opportunity, even if the process was a little unorthodox. I got a chance to examine some of the pieces of your nut before Lia finished stomping it down -- it was a lot more dense than I thought it'd be. I guess that explains why you've always had such a heavy pair." She tilted her head in thought. “Might explain why they’re so sensitive, too, though we’d need to do more trauma studies to confirm that...”

I was somewhat distracted by my view of Lia's rack, now that the dragoness had moved to sit beside me, but after a moment I managed to process the frog's words. "Uh...what do you mean, 'before Lia finished stomping it down'? What happened after I passed out?"

"Well," said Lia, "first of all we checked to make sure that you were okay...I mean, besides the popped nut, of course. Then Opal wanted a few minutes to examine the chunks, so while she did that Kayla and I went off and, uh...worked out some of our excess energy." The dragoness blushed. "Anyway, once she was done I came back and finished the ceremony -- nothing unusual."

"How do you finish the ceremony?" I asked, not certain I wanted to hear the answer.

"Nothing complex. I say a few vows accepting you as my mate while I make sure that your testicle is totally smashed -- no chance that it might still work. It's more dramatic if the male is still conscious for that part, but I understand you've been through a lot." She frowned. "And I guess it doesn't matter that much anyway, since your nut is already starting to recover."

That, too, took a moment to sink in, while I imagined the dragoness stomping the pieces of my nut into even smaller pieces -- but then the full meaning of her statement struck me. "Wait...y-you mean my ball is healing? It's alright?"

Opal chuckled. "Calling it 'alright' is a stretch, but yeah, it's starting to heal. You can check it out for yourself. Just be careful, okay? I shouldn't have to tell you this, but your balls are very fragile right now."

I watched the frog as she hopped down from my chest, walking to the end of one of my outstretched arms. She fiddled with the restraint around my wrist for a moment before the cuff unlocked with a quiet click, allowing me to move my arm for the first time in quite a while. I was surprised that my muscles didn't cramp as soon as I moved it...but then again, I'd been slumped on the ground *********** for almost a full day, and my muscles had probably been relaxed for most of that time.

So carefully I reached down my body towards the swollen scaly sac that I could just make out between my legs, behind the stiff pole of dragoncock that Lia was still stroking. Slowly and carefully I hefted my ballbag in my claws, wincing at the brief wave of sickness that washed over me. My left nut was impossible to miss -- swollen almost three times its usual size, so big that my scrotum was stretched taut around the oversized egg. It had obviously seen its fair share of abuse, and I could feel its ache still radiating outwards from my groin. Still, at least it was in the proper oval shape, and overall it seemed just fine -- or at least, no worse off than the last dozen times I'd had my gonads stomped flat.

As for my right nut...I'm not sure what I expected to find, exactly, but the reality surprised me. It took a moment of searching before I found the small, lumpy orb, and even then I wasn't sure I had the right thing -- until I gave it a tentative squeeze, and a kick of nausea instantly hit my gut. I couldn't help but let out a pained moan, my body tensing at the agony that churned in my stomach.

"Found it?" Opal asked, grinning as she watched my face contort in pain.

"Yep," I coughed, wincing. Very, very carefully I began to examine my formerly-liquified nut, turning the sphere in between two claws. It was only a fraction of its normal size, completely dwarfed by its larger twin, and instead of feeling smooth like a marble, it felt bumpy and irregular. Perhaps more importantly, rather than being plump and firm like my swollen left ball, it felt soft and squishy...a bit spongy, even. "This does not feel right," I croaked, trying not to groan as another wave of nutpain washed over me.

"Give it time," replied Opal. "Right now your nut is still mostly mush -- it's going to take a while for your body to put all the pieces back together again. Especially after Lia spent all that effort stomping it into paste."

"It's gonna be pretty delicate for a while, huh?" asked the dragoness.

The frog nodded. "It's healing rather quickly, but it's still very fragile. At the moment it's not much stronger than an eggshell -- a friendly slap would probably pop it again."

I tried not to imagine what that would feel like...or rather, I tried not to remember what it had felt like just a short time ago. "What about my left nut? It's okay?"

"Your other gonad is fine -- swollen, obviously, but fine. It was pretty fragile after you'd emptied your balls, but Lia made sure not to accidentally crush it or anything while she was finishing the mating ceremony." Opal glanced up at the female, following the motion of her hand as it glided smoothly up and down my dragonhood. "Since then, we've been keeping you aroused to make sure that your good nut is producing spunk as fast as it can. Lia's been at it pretty much non-stop since you passed out.."

"Ah." I looked over at dragoness. "Th-thanks."

"It's the least I can do for my mate," she replied, blushing lightly. "I wanted to help. Besides, I'm good at teasing guys."

I shivered as her fingers danced up and down my shaft, the thick length throbbing in her grip. "That you definitely are. Mmph. Opal, how long does she have to do this for?"

"Oh, there's no specific amount of time, but the more the better. Your body needs plenty of seed to heal itself, and since only one of your spunk-makers is working...well, you do the math." The frog shrugged, taking a seat on my thigh. "She should probably tease you pretty regularly until your crushed nut finishes repairing itself."

"And how long will that take?"

Opal frowned, glancing down my body towards my scaly sac. "Well, I'm not sure exactly. There's been very little study of testicular injury in southern dragons, much less actual rupture...but given your rate of recovery so far, I'd guess it won't take more than a couple weeks."

If I'd had the energy, I might have reacted with a bit more surprise and agitation, but as it was I just groaned and closed my eyes. "Weeks?" I repeated, a touch of despair in my voice. "I'm going to be lying here with half a pair for weeks?"

The frog rolled her eyes, but replied patiently. "You should be well enough to walk around in another day or two, but your ball won't be fully healed for a while. I mean, you have to remember, 24 hours ago your nut was nothing but pulp -- it's gonna take some time before it starts spitting out any viable spunk again, and even longer before it's back at 100%. In the meanwhile, even a moderate impact would probably pop it like a balloon, so be careful not to piss off any more females, alright?"

I wanted to object to her last statement -- the way Opal phrased it, it sounded like I'd deserved to get my balls bashed in all those times -- but then again, it probably wasn't the smartest idea to antagonize a woman with unimpeded access to my fragile family jewels. Especially since I had first-hand experience of the damage those frog legs could do.

"Anyway," the female continued, "if you can avoid any more testicular trauma, your nut should gradually repair itself. Just be careful." The frog glanced over at Lia. "And none of your usual antics, alright? I shouldn't need to tell you what a knee to the groin would do to his dragonmakers."

"Heh -- sounds kinda fun to me," purred Lia, glancing down at my swollen sac with a grin.
“You didn’t want kids, right?”

Opal frowned. "Lia, I'm serious."

"Oh relax, I'm only joking -- I can restrain myself, don't worry." The dragoness gave me a sly look. "Besides, I'm sure we can find other ways to keep busy..."

I had to stifle a moan as my new mate gave my cock an extra-friendly squeeze, a spurt of pre leaping from the tip to splash across her hand. My little exclamation didn't escape Opal's notice, though, and the little frog frowned. "Also, it'd probably be best if he refrained from any serious sexual activity...but you're newlyweds, so I know that's not likely to happen. Just take it easy, alright? His left nut should be fairly healthy now, but the right one is just waiting for an accident. And if he's constantly blowing his load, he won't have any spunk to help him heal, either."

Lia nodded. "Understood. I won't do anything rough, just...some things to keep his mind off the pain." She grinned. "I am his mate, after all."

My mate. God, that was a pleasant thought. Immediately the image of Lia post-titfuck came to mind -- her face and chest splattered with thick ropes of baby batter, her mouth grinning as she leaned in to deliver an extra-slow lick up my shaft -- but even that paled in comparison to the real thing. There she sat, cross-legged on the cave floor, a smile on her face, her every curve offered up to my eager eyes. What wasn't there to love? Sure, she'd put me through hell -- several rounds of getting my nuts flattened, the achiest case of blue balls I could imagine, and now an actual ruptured spud -- but from here on out, things would be better. Right now, life looked pretty good.

"I think I can live with this," I said, shivering pleasurably as the female completed another lazy stroke up and down my dragonhood...

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Things were pretty uneventful after that -- a welcome surprise, given all the nut-busting ordeals I'd been through recently. I half-expected one of the girls to attack me in my sleep, or maybe some other chick to just stumble upon my cave in the middle of the night, but instead I spent the next few days peacefully sprawled out in bed, recuperating. Even Kayla seemed to have made her peace with the situation, despite her earlier oaths to leave me sterile. I guess popping one of my plums had satisfied her lust for neutering dragons, at least for the time being.

Lia stayed by my side constantly through the whole thing -- almost too constantly, in fact. I knew it was for my own good, but the female's slow, steady handjob was enough to drive me insane, even with only half the usual hormones flowing through my body. My experience following Lia through the forest had taught me quite a bit about denial and self-restraint, but even so, by the end of day one I was begging for release. Lia was more than happy to oblige...and more than happy to laugh at me when I spent the duration of my afterglow curled double, moaning and clutching my sac. The orgasm was still well worth it -- even it did feel a bit like my damaged nut was trying to turn itself inside out.

Eventually Opal determined that I was well enough to walk around, which gave me a bit of a break from watching that ruby-scaled hand dance up and down my shaft. By that time, Lia and I had made some pretty serious plans: I was going to move into her place, since it was a lot larger and nicer than mine, and that meant I was leaving the old cave behind. Kayla seemed pleased to hear the news, though she did make a few wisecracks about losing the biggest pair of balls in a 20-mile radius. Opal was more disappointed when I broke the news to her, but she seemed happy for me as a friend, and she brightened up a little bit after Lia talked to her in private. (Of course, I didn't learn until later that Lia had agreed to get me "extra pent-up" any time Opal was coming for a visit...)

By the end of the week I was well enough for the trip north, even if the orb-and-a-half between my legs still sent the occasional jolt of nausea through my system. Lia and I each grabbed a few things, said goodbye to our companions, and started the long trek back to her place. We travelled in much the same way we had before: the red dragoness leading the way, myself following, with my eyes glued to her backside and my cock bobbing stiffly in front of me. I have to say, the journey was a lot more pleasant now that Lia encouraged the ogling...though it was that much harder to keep my hormones in check when she was openly flaunting her sexuality. At least she was kind enough to take the edge off every night...and occasionally during the day, if she was in a particularly generous mood.

So it was that we made the journey to our new home -- without incident, thankfully -- and I started a new life with the most beautiful dragoness I'd ever laid eyes on. A whole new adventure. And despite the bizarre circumstances of our meeting, the short time we'd known each other, the crazy ordeal we'd been through...well, somehow we wound up happy.

We still are happy, in fact.

And I imagine we will be for a long time to come.






...

You're still here?


Well, alright, I suppose there's a little more to tell.

Married life certainly has its surprises...especially with a girl like Lia. It probably won't shock you to find out that Lia's love of nut-cracking didn't end with our mating ceremony, even if I had secretly hoped it might. To her credit, though, she really did restrain herself while my injured nut was healing. For a full month after we were mated, she hardly even mentioned ballbusting, besides the occasional joke about when we first met or a playful comment about my busted ball. I almost thought that she had lost interest. After all, she still paid plenty of attention to my gonads -- hefting them in her claws, sometimes sucking on the healthier of the two -- but she never caused me even the slightest discomfort. It was downright odd, after all the time she'd spent stomping the poor orbs underfoot or kicking them into my throat. Maybe she had just needed to pop a testicle and get it out of her system.

Over time, though, I began to see that she was holding herself back. Lia was a wonderful caretaker while I was healing, but as my sac started returning to normal, it slowly became more difficult. She wouldn't say anything, but obviously the dragoness wanted it badly. Believe me, you can sense it when a girl is itching to bust your balls -- in the way she stretches her legs, or the way she drums her toes against the floor. And it's a little nerve-wracking when your mate is rolling your dragonmakers in her claws, and you can tell she just wants to squeeze...

Eventually I gave in. What else could I do? She'd spent more than a month tending to my needs, and my junk was fully-healed by now -- it seemed only fair to show her a bit of thanks. Besides, if I gave her what she wanted, she was bound to repay the favor later...and I could stop worrying that she was about to crack my eggs every time I got a blowjob. So I brought it up with her one night, much to her surprise. It took a little persuading to convince her that I was okay with it, but once she knew I was onboard, she was beyond thrilled -- and I have to say, seeing her that excited and giggly made me feel pretty good, too. Of course, I was a bit less enthusiastic after she'd slammed her foot up between my legs a few (dozen) times, but at least my dragonmakers survived the ordeal intact, even if Lia had to keep checking to make sure she hadn't popped one again. And she made it up to me afterwards with some mind-blowing sex -- though to be honest, all I really remember from that night is the nausea in my gut each time her rear came pounding down on my groin.

We settled into a rhythm after that: plenty of sex, interrupted by occasional bouts of ballbusting. Most of the time, Lia and I are happy just to screw each other silly -- the girl loves to tease me all day, then watch me explode -- but a few times a month, she really socks it to me. It's not always fun for me, but hey, every relationship takes some compromise. Besides, Lia's always in a much better mood after smashing my spuds, even if I'm usually too busy groaning and clutching myself to notice.

And even with my nuts crushed between her claws, she's still the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on -- firm tits, curvy hips, perfect legs, a toned ass. There are times when I swear she can make me cum on command. More than once, I've blown my load with her knee slammed up between my legs, or with my gonads pinned beneath her heel. It's not always as pleasant as doing it the old-fashioned way, but it's certainly intense. Honestly, my libido doesn't know what to think anymore.

That's more or less how life has been since we became mates -- in the bedroom, anyway. I've gotten used to spending a few days a week with aching nuts, either from Lia's ball-bashing, or in preparation for a visit from Opal. It's a little crazy sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way -- and now that we've got a little one on the way, I imagine things will get even more interesting. (Especially if Lia follows through on that "blunt-force vasectomy" she keeps joking about. Ouch.)

Anyway, I think that's just about everything I have to say. That's more information about one dragon's balls then you ever needed to know. Hope you learned something.

Now if you'll excuse me, there's a hot piece of tail in need of my assistance...

[WhispyWillow]

Finished up a new story! This one's positively massive, so I'm only going to be able to link the FA page.

Another great RP between myself and Hooves. As a warning, there's blunt-trauma neutering in this one, so things might be a little more permanent than some would like.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7637011

[Snoodle]

I can't decide if I'm more jealous of Lia or P'oiu...

[OneBadMamaJama]

I really think the best part of poiu and MP's stories is that they actually have HEART to 'em. Not just mindless jerkoff material. You actually kinda care about the characters. Hell That was almost downright romantic with Lia there.

[Mythical Pain]

I really think the best part of poiu and MP's stories is that they actually have HEART to 'em. Not just mindless jerkoff material. You actually kinda care about the characters. Hell That was almost downright romantic with Lia there.


Thanks! I really appreciate that! I do like having heart and story in even my ball busting stories. More so in the more story, less-ballbusting stuff I'm doing for SoFurry lately.

Oh, and Poiu, I Fav'd it over there, but loved the ending to Dragon Slaying! Great finale! Good choice, too, even if...::Whimper:: Ouch. Lol.

[Mythical Pain]

Just realized I hadn't ever posted the last part of Sleeping Bag Game here. Just over on SoFurry.

So for those few of you who still read this stuff on this forum, here's the third and final part of sleeping bag game!

To recap, James the young husky has had his balls kneed, stepped on and pinched, and he's current trapped inside a sleeping bag by four girls who have pulled his pants down, busted him, and now fondled him to arousal. Parts one and two can be found a few pages back in this thread.

Enjoy!

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"Well, girls,” Melissa said to her subordinates, grinning. "Do you want to see a canine boner?”

For once, the girls didn't laugh or giggle. James wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign, but when they started unzipping the sleeping bag further, he realized it must be a good sign. Of course, it also meant Melissa had to stop stroking him for a while. That was probably for the best, cause James knew if she kept it up much longer he'd been cumming all over himself in no time. And much as he would love to shoot his seed in Melissa's hand, he didn't want to ruin his sleeping bag in the process.


The girls unzipped the sleeping bag all the way to his belly. The girl seated atop him rose up for a moment in order to make it easier to open up the husky's warm, silken tomb. Rather then pin him down directly, the mystery girl settled for holding the top half of the sleeping bag in place to prevent the husky's escape. Now James' body was mostly exposed, only the top half of his chest and his face were still totally enveloped by the sleeping bag. He pulled up his blue shirt for them as well, to expose his silvery white belly fur, and better show off his very prominent erection.

Surrounded by girls, his most private parts now completely on display; James had never felt so exposed or so aroused. The way his heart was pounded, his stomach twisted, and his erection throbbed made him wonder if this was just natural nervousness. Or did some secret part of the husky get a twisted thrill being so exposed at least partly against his will? The sudden influx of cold air across the husky's privates caused his gray furred balls to tighten up a little bit but did nothing to diminish the hardness of his canine penis.

"Oooh, it really is pretty big,” crooned the girl who'd been sitting atop him until just now.

"Yeah, it really is,” the third girl said. "I mean, it's the only one I've seen, but it looks pretty impressive.”

"Thanks, Ladies,” James couldn't help but say, laughing, his fluffy tail wagging.

"Aww, his tail is so cute!” The other unknown girl giggled. "I wanna hug it.”

"I think his balls are cute,” Sarah said, reaching out to gently brush them with her fingers. James moaned, and Sarah rubbed them a little more. "Kinda lopsided, and adorable.”

James lifted the sleeping bag just a tiny bit. He could see his own erection staring back at him, the tiny slit in it's tapered tip nearly pointing right at his face. His tool was mostly straight, but with the way Sarah's fingers on his balls pulled them down just slightly, it caused his member to rise a tiny bit. James could see Sarah's fingers too, like five golden goddesses caressing his most valuable jewels.

"You have beautiful hands,” James murmured before he realized what he was saying.

"Thank you!” Sarah smiled at him, then realized he could see her. "Hey! No peeking!”

With a huff, James let the sleeping bag fall back into place. "No fair. You get to see me, but I don't get to see you?”

"That's how life is, James. Unfair.” The girl who'd been atop him laughed, reaching out to gently brush his cock with a single finger. As he whimpered, she added, "Maybe if we play this game again, we'll give you something to peek at.”

At least the fresh air that rushed inside while James peeked had cooled off the inside of the sleeping bag. For a little while James wouldn't feel as though he was suffocating. As that single pad continued to caress his erection, James gathered up every nerve he could find. When he had enough to make himself feel a little bolder again, he asked another question. "So...umm...is this the first time you girls have seen balls? Or...an unsheathed dick? Besides Melissa, I mean.”

"It's the first time I've seen anything,” admitted Sarah.

James was actually happy to hear that. It meant she'd always remember him. Or so he hoped. Adam wasn't the only one who kinda had a crush on Sarah. James had a bit of a thing for her and Melissa, so this was nearly a dream come true for the young husky. Other then the ball busting and the part about being trapped in a sleeping bag the whole time, of course. Still, he might as well enjoy what he could.

"Yeah, my first time too,” said one of the two girls he couldn't identify.

Then the fourth girl, who'd been sitting on top of him, answered. "I've seen pictures of boners, but...this is the first time I've seen one in person.”

James was blushing deeply under his fur. He wondered if the girls had any idea how embarrassing it was for him to ask those questions. Still, they didn't seem to mind, and he rather enjoyed acting bold. "Well...um...what do you think? Now that you've seen one.”

"I can't speak for every guy's thing,” Sarah said, with what James could only imagine as a wicked, leonine smirk upon her short, cute muzzle. "But I think yours is pretty awesome.”

That was the single greatest thing James had ever heard in all his life. Yet, before he could even answer her or thank her, one of the girls suddenly grabbed his hard-on and began to stroke it. Whoever it was, she was stroking it a hell of a lot rougher and faster then before. The pleasure came quickly, intensely. Almost too intensely, as the girl was being rougher on such sensitive flesh then she likely realized. James' gray furred canine balls were soon bouncing around beneath it, bobbling back and forth, and all the girls started laughing.

"Look at his nards!” Sarah giggled like mad.

"Yeah, they're bouncing around like two furry Superballs,” said Melissa.

"What the hell's a superball?”

"You know, those rubber balls you used to get for like a quarter? In the little machine? You throw them on the ground and they bounce really high?”

"Oh! I thought they called those Bouncyballs.”

"Who the hell ever heard of a Bouncyball?”

"James has two bouncy balls right now!”

That made all the girls laugh. James himself had no idea who was babbling about what kind of balls. The pleasure from the forceful stroking of his maleness was almost too much for him to bear. It washed over his body in constant, crashing waves, it soaked into his mind and numbed him to everything else. It was so sudden, so intense he could almost see the colors of it, washing red and angry and ferociously blue and blissful over his mind. Without realizing it, James began to hump at the girls hand, his tail thumping against the floor. His gray furred balls started to hang even more loosely, and bounced even further to and fro.

"Ah! Ah! Uuh! UNN! AAH! UHH!” James began to cry out in pleasure with each hard stroke and each of his own thrusts. A little line of clear canine pre dribbled down his shaft and was soon worked into his flesh by the girl's hand, slickening their union. His cries got louder as he drew near a quickly building crescendo. "AAH! AAAHHHH!”

"Stop it, stop it,” Melissa said, swatting at the other girls hand till she laughed and let go, unknowingly leaving James lingering right at the edge of release. "You're gonna make him cum!”

"I thought we wanted to make him cum?” Asked the girl who'd just let go of the husky's dick.

"We do, but not yet. Not till everyone has had a chance to do what you just did.”

In the back of his mind, it registered to James that they had this whole thing planned out more then he'd realized. If his mind hadn't been so dulled by the first rough pleasure of his life, he would have caught onto the fact that they planned all along to play with him until he came. It would have thrilled him to know, but as it was he'd only realize that fact later on.

For the moment, he simply lay panting against the floor, hot breath filling the sleeping bag. "Nnurrrr,” he moaned. "Was...really close.”

"Told you,” Melissa said. "Give him a minute to come back down.”

James took a few deep breaths, struggling to pull back from the edge of release. He felt like a rock climber who'd ascended nearly to the very peak of the towering, jagged spire he'd waited to conquer his entire life, only to be ordered to climb back down and wait a little longer. While he tried to catch his breath and control himself, the girls continued to tease him to ensure that while he might back down from the edge of ecstasy, he wouldn't descend into the lower stages of arousal.

Chatting casually amongst themselves about what they were doing, and how fun this all was, they teased at the fur of his thighs. Claw tips both dull and sharp scratched lightly at the sensitive skin beneath the husky's fur. One of the girls traced a single finger pad around the edges of his swollen knot, tantalizing it. Another cupped the young husky's furry balls in her hand. She let them rest against the pad of her palm while gently rubbing them with her fingers; exploring them again and rolling them around within their silken enclosure.

"His balls are bigger then I thought they'd be,” said the girl holding them, much to James' delight.

"Really?” asked Melissa. "How big did you think they'd be?”

"I dunno, like...well, maybe not peanuts, but maybe grapes? These are more like big walnuts.”

"Yeah,” Sarah agreed. "They're a little bigger then I thought balls were, too.”

Melissa leaned over him, and James realized she was the one teasing his knot. "He does have a pretty nice little husky set, doesn't he.”

"Is this how big all guy's balls are?” James felt one of the mystery girls fingers prodding gently at his orbs, pushing them back and forth in their sac while the other unknown girl continued to hold them.

Melissa, by virtue of being the only girl who'd actually seen someone naked in person before tonight, growled to herself and murmured in thought. "I'm not sure. I don't think so, though. The other fox that I saw, his were about the same size. I've pinched Adam's enough to know his are smaller, and Jerrod's are a little bigger. So...I think James' are good sized, maybe a bit more then average for a husky? Why don't we ask James?”

James didn't say anything. He wasn't sure how to reply to that, or if it was even directed at him. Apparently it was though. Melissa moved her fingers away from his knot, and instead flicked the husky's left testicle, which happened to be the lower hanging of the two. The pain was sharp for a moment, and made him yelp. Then the hot ache lingered in the husky's nut for a little while, causing him to groan softly and squirm in place.

"Well, James?” Melissa asked him as the husky squirmed and whimpered. "How do your nuts compare to other males? Like what about the group you and my brother hang out with. Are yours the biggest?”

Taking a deep breath as the pain eased, James shook his head, muzzle brushing back and forth against the plaid liner inside the sleeping bag. "No. Josh actually has the biggest balls, but mine are second biggest.”

"Oooh,” one of the mystery girls cooed. "Chubby boy's got big balls!”

"Does he have one lower, like you do?” Asked Sarah.

James burned with humiliation as he answered, glad they couldn't see the crimson flush inside his black furred ears. "Yeah. His left one hangs lower then his right, and they're both a little, um, looser then mine I guess.”

"Oh wow,” Sarah said through a round of giggling, her tufted tail swishing to and fro. "Sounds like you were staring.”

"I was not,” James quickly blurted out, perhaps a little too defensively. "It's just, well, he was facing away from me earlier, changing into his swim suit, and...I happened to glance towards him just when he bent over. And it was pretty hard to miss them hanging under his butt.”

"Oh my god!” giggled one of the still-unidentified females. From the way her voice was slightly muffled, James imagined her covering her muzzle with both hands as heard something that filled her with both feminine embarrassment, and also wicked female excitement. "You can see them...from...from behind?”

"Sometimes,” James murmured. He sorta felt like a traitor to the male gender, telling these wicked girls some of their secrets. On the other hand, part of him felt good about giving the girls want they wanted. Maybe he'd earn himself a reward, or another little game if he cooperated. "When it's warm especially, and if we bend over and our tails aren't tucked.”

"No wonder it's so easy to kick you guys from behind,” Melissa said, then started to laugh. Soon the other girls had joined her in her laughter, and James could feel Melissa walking her fingers along his cock. She tapped her finger pads all the way up to the tip of his shaft, and then back down past his knot and over his balls again. "Maybe next time we abduct you, we'll make you get naked and bend over for us so we can see yours from behind.”

"N-next time?” James gulped, his ears instinctively pinned back in canine anxiety. He wasn't sure if wanted there to be a next time. Sure, he was enjoying what they were doing to him at the moment, but what if next time they decided to focus more on what made a male groan from pain rather then pleasure?

"Unless you'd rather we abduct someone else, instead?” Melissa suggested. James couldn't tell if she was serious or just trying to make him jealous in some twisted way.

"Yeah, maybe we'll just abduct Adam,” Sarah said.

"Ugh,” Melissa groaned. James didn't need to see her face to know her cute black tipped vixen ears were pinned back and her black smudged snout was all scrunched up in distaste. "We specifically picked James because he's not related to any of us!”

"And because he's cute,” added Sarah. That made James beam, his tail wagging. He wondered if for a moment she'd forgotten he could recognize her voice.

"True,” Melissa agreed, which only made James heart swell further. TWO girls thought he was cute? Wow! Even with the nut shots he'd taken, this was starting to feel more and more like his lucky day. Especially when Melissa went on. "Okay, Sarah, I think he's come down enough. Your turn to jack him off for a bit. Just do it slow, so you don't accidentally set him off.”

"I'll let you know if I'm getting too close,” James offered, his heart pounding so hard now that if it thumped any harder he was afraid it was going to start rattling the pictures right off the walls of Melissa's room.

Sarah's giggle sounded especially cute to James. She was giggling a lot tonight. He found he rather liked that. As long as she wasn't giggling about his size, that was. They seemed to like that though, so hopefully he was in the clear with regards to that particular male insecurity. So long as they were telling him the truth anyway.

Sarah shifted position a little bit, James could hear the lower section of the sleeping bag crinkle and rustle, and he felt Sarah's body and tail brush the inside of his naked thighs, ruffling his fur. The lioness came to rest just between James' legs, pushing them out a little bit to better accommodate herself. She took his tail in her hands, ran her fingers through his thick fur, then tucked his tail to the side so that she wasn't going to be kneeling on it. James could feel the lioness as she knelt just between his spread thighs; her warm fur against his own, her legs against his. The top of her knees were nearly against his rump, just where his legs met his body.

Wait, he could feel her fur? Wasn't she wearing pajama pants, though? Oh, god! She wasn't! At least, he didn't think she was. But then...what was she wearing? James had the sudden and delightfully vivid image of Sarah kneeling there, completely naked. Her breasts, round and perky in his mind, hanging free. Silky golden fur covered them save for those beautiful pink nipples. Her sex mostly hidden away while she had her legs together, but that was alright, that was alright. She'd spread her legs soon enough, and...

...And James snapped out of it when he felt Sarah's fingers brush his canine erection. He realized if he fantasized too much, he'd end up making a mess all over himself before the girls were ready. Still, what choice did he have when a beautiful female was stroking him off? James gave a nice, loud moan when Sarah wrapped her fingers around his shaft. The lioness' fingers felt delicate, graceful. Her pads were warm, and delightfully soft. When she'd wrapped the husky's maleness in her hand, he felt completely enclosed by warm bliss.

Very slowly, Sarah began to stroke him. Sarah's movements where the exact opposite of whoever had previously played with him. That girl had literally put the "jerk” in jerk off, she'd yanked his cock in every direction seemingly all at once and with far too much force. The husky felt he'd nearly orgasmed simply because his body had been so alarmed by the suddenly rough treatment. It was as if the young canine's brain thought perhaps ejaculation was a viable method of defense.

Sarah's touch was diametrically opposed. The last girl seemed to think the goal was to try and permanently increase the length of the husky's penis. She'd yanked at it like pulling weeds from the earth. Sarah however, touched him as if tending a wounded animal. Every movement of her hand, every rub of her fingers was a blissful, comforting caress. The pleasure that resulted was deep and loving, yet slow to build. Sarah stroked him all the way to his tapered red tip, then slowly let her hand glide back down the husky's tool until she brushed his furry balls.

"Oh, God,” James moaned. His breathing was slow and very deep now, and when Sarah returned her hand to the very top of his most private flesh, he repeated himself a little louder. "Oh, God!”

For once, the other girls had fallen into a hushed silence. There was no chatter between them, no chit chat and no silly remarks. They seemed nearly as enraptured by what Sarah was doing to James as James himself was. James imagined them all sitting around him, staring with wide eyes as Sarah held his ruby red erection in thrall as though her fingers were snake charmers and his cock the crimson serpent she had coaxed forth to do her bidding. Heh, a little too much coaxing and she'd be holding a spitting cobra, James thought. He couldn't help laughing at that a little bit.

"What?” Sarah asked innocently. "Does it tickle?”

"No,” James moaned. "Just...a silly thought. That...that feels amazing, Sarah.”

"Good,” Sarah said softly. "Do...do guys like it when we play with their balls, while we do this?”

"I think so." James couldn't speak for everyone. Hell, he could hardly even speak for himself given that this was the first time anyone had done it for him. "I know I'd sure like that. As long as you were gentle, I mean.”

That got a laugh from all the girls, Sarah included. When she'd finished laughing, she said, "Keep being a good pup, and I'll be very gentle.”

James' only reply was a happy moan as Sarah gently worked the fingers of her other hand around the young husky's balls. She cradled them as lovingly as she would a pair of fragile eggs from some rare and endangered bird. Ever so slowly she worked them against her palm, carefully massaging them with the pads of her fingers. Now and then she worked only a single husky ball, rolling it back and forth between the soft pads of her thumb and finger. James knew all the girls must be getting a good look at the shape of the things now; the plump ovals outlined against the skin of his sack, the silky gray fur ruffling lightly around them.

Sarah continued to work a hand along his shaft, too. Inside his soft but stuffy prison, James balled his hands up into fists. He squirmed a little in pleasure, sucking in a loud breath when Sarah tried squeezing his knot. That coaxed out a few beads of canine pre, and Sarah's next stroke worked the slick liquid all along the canine's smooth flesh. He shuddered when she squeezed his cock a second time, tail flicking against her legs. When she worked her hand back up to his tip again, she simply twisted her palm against the tapered point of the canine's arousal, making him whine in delight. James squirmed instinctively as the pleasurable assault was almost too much to bear.

"Uhhhn!” He grunted, and then swallowed hard, pinning his ears back as he warned the group of curious females of his impending release. "G-Gonna cum if you don't stop!”

Sarah gave a pouting sigh. "Aww, no fair. I was having fun!”

"Believe it or not, so was I,” James said breathless. "Give me...a few moments...”

As the girls let James relax, Sarah slowly rose from her knees. James' tail flopped back into position between his legs as the lioness stood. Soon, James felt bare female toes prodding playfully at his balls. Warm as he was, his furred orbs were hanging fairly loose most of the time despite the excitement that kept causing them to tighten up now and then. Sarah pressed her toes beneath the husky's testicles, lifting them with her foot till they stood out against the sac more noticeably. She wiggled her toes beneath them, and giggled.

"They're kinda jiggly!”

"Even your toes feel nice,” James admitted, realizing a moment to late that might give them something else to tease him about.

It did. "Oh, got a foot fetish, huh James?” It was Melissa asking. He should have known it would be. "Want me to kick you in the nards?”

"No!” James quickly replied. "Definitely not! And, I don't have a foot fetish, either.”

The four girls just laughed at him. Sarah pulled her foot back and let his balls flop back into their natural position. Soon, the third girl had taken up her position between his legs, pressing them out a little bit. Now, he felt thin, loose fabric brush and ruffle up the fur of his thighs. Behind it was the soft warmth of the girls legs. So, if this girl was wearing pajamas, what the hell had Sarah been wearing? Probably some cute shorts, or something. But that didn't stop James from imagining her naked again. Or, maybe she was in her bra and panties. Oh, that would be nice, too. Maybe some cute black lacy panties, and a matching bra? That would look lovely on that lioness. But that still left the question of who was kneeling between his legs now?

"You know, it's hard to picture you when I don't even know who you are.”

"That's a shame,” the girl replied, grabbing his balls a little too roughly.

"Ow!” James said with a yip the girls probably found adorable. "Careful, they're still sore.”

"Oh, um, sorry,” she replied, a bit sheepish. Not like she knew much about balls or how to handle them.

Melissa coaxed her a little bit. "Try holding them like they're delicate. Like soap bubbles you don't want to pop, instead of like valuable jewels you have to keep a tight grip on.”

James wasn't sure about that logic. For one, he didn't like any sentence that used the word "pop” when referring to his testicles, even when it was teaching a girl how to avoid hurting them. For another, he certainly thought of them as highly valuable jewels. Though Melissa was right, he didn't want that girl holding them so tight. Melissa's words seemed to work, and the girl eased her grip a little more.

James sighed in relief as the girl simply held his eggs. "Aaah, that's better. Thanks.”

"Welcome, Pup.”

James twisted his left ear back in minor irritation. Was everyone gonna start calling him that now? He was hardly a pup, and the girls were only a year or two older then him, he thought. He really hoped that name didn't catch on. If Melissa started calling him that whenever he came over, Adam would probably pick up on it. And before long he'd be "Pup” to the whole group.

Come to think of it, what was the group gonna think of this? Should he tell them what really happened? Probably not. Josh and Tom might be envious, but Adam might get angry. Granted, nothing that happened here was James' idea, and it wasn't as though he'd suggested to Melissa that they drag him into her room and play with him. Still, it was impossible to say how a brother might react to that kinda thing. James certainly didn't want Melissa's older brother Jerrod to know, or he might kick the husky's ass on principal alone.

So, he'd keep it to himself. But what would he tell the others? Maybe he'd just say they'd dragged him in and kept him pinned down while they made fun of him. Made him answer silly questions. That much was true, actually. And if he added the part about getting his balls pinched and stepped on, then Adam would definitely believe it. That was it then. He'd just leave out the part about getting groped and played with and jacked off.

"How long are you guys gonna keep me in here, anyway?” James asked. "Adam and the others are gonna get worried.”

"Yeah, right,” Melissa said. "It's not like they're gonna think you ran off or got abducted or anything. Well, by someone other then us, I mean.”

"Well...” James stammered a moment, then grinned as a little joke came to him. "As much as you used to kick Adam in the nuts, he's probably worried about my fertility!”

"If Adam is even giving the least bit of thought to your fertility, I'm going to be the one worried about him,” Melissa shot back. "If he spends his evenings with friends secretly wondering about his buddies' balls, I guess there's more to that locker room boner then I thought.”

James couldn't help but laugh. Why'd Melissa always have to be quicker witted then him? "Yeah, yeah, alright.” He shifted himself, brushing his leg against the girl kneeling between his thighs. "So can I at least know your name, Mystery Girl Number Two?”

"That's Mystery Girl Number One, to you,” she replied giggling. "And no.”

James had been counting it by the order in which they'd been touching him, but it hardly mattered. "Can I at least know if you're a canine or a feline or something else?”

"Nope,” the girl answered cheerfully. Clever girl, James thought. After tonight he'd never know who two of these girls if he saw them anywhere else. Of course, he'd probably recognize their voices, and perhaps he'd see them later in the weekend. But for now, he was left in the dark. Just as they seemed to want.

Whoever Mystery Girl Number Two/One was, she released his balls, and wrapped her fingers around his phallus. James sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as he felt her fingers twine round him. They were warm and firm, she had a stronger grip then Sarah, but not unpleasantly so. She gave him a few slow, but steady strokes, remarking to the others about it as casually as though she were simply testing out a new gardening tool.

"It really is hard, isn't it!”

"Yeah, and hot.”

"And smooth.”

James smiled to himself inside his increasingly hot and humid prison. The young husky was starting to like hearing the girls discussing his privates like that. Somehow, he imagined this would be the sort of event he'd look back on some day, and feel incredibly lucky to have experienced it. Ten years from now, when his drinking buddies busted out the sexual stories, he could tell them all about the time his friend's cute older sister and her cute lioness friend plus two other girls pinned him down and explored his body until he came. Of course, none of them would believe him. That was okay, James knew it was true.

"Hey, I got an idea,” the unknown girl said. James wasn't sure if she was talking to herself, or to him, or to her friends. "Watch this!”

James felt her open her hand, and press her palm against the side of his cock. A moment later her other hand joined the fun. She pressed her hands together, and James found his erection now trapped between the girl's hands like a dangerous prisoner being dragged along by two zealous guards. Then the girl began to rub her hands back and forth as though the husky's penis was dough she was rolling out between them. James shuddered and moaned, oh, God did that feel good! Intense, too. He'd never even played with himself like that, let alone had someone else do it.

Nearly shouting in pleasure, he thrust through her hands a few times. The tapered tip of his canine maleness kept thrusting up from between her hands and then sinking back down again, like a drowning man who couldn't quite stay above the water. The more he thrust, the faster she rubbed her hands back and forth around him till James was clenching the soft sleeping bag liner.

The girls all began to laugh, not even Melissa had thought of something like that. "It looks like you're rolling out a salami!”

"Yeah, or a big red sausage!”

"AAH! UUHHNN!” Was all James could shout in reply, as if that was a coherent addition to the conversation. The girl rubbed him even faster between her hands, and he thrust a few more times, finally crying out in delighted warning. "I'm! Gonna! CUM!”

Actually, he wasn't. The mysterious girl playing with his pleasure spear released it completely the moment he warned her he was about to shoot. James' erection was too hard now to flop back against him so it hovered just an inch or so above the silken fur of his belly. It pulsed faintly, it's tip twitching up and down just a little. Gray furred husky balls that had retracted in excitement gradually relaxed, hanging a little more loosely when the initial rush wore off, and the ever present warmth settled back in throughout James' body.

"Talk about stopping just in time,” Melissa said, giggling as a little pearlescent bead of canine cream formed and dribbled against James' belly fur. "I think we've done about all we can do for one night, short of actually getting him off.”

"Well who gets to do that?” asked Sarah, gently ruffling the fur of James' thigh.

"Me, obviously!” Melissa said, staking her claim as the official bringing of Husky-Gasm. "It's my turn, after all.”

There were grumblings of dissent among the other girls, but soon enough they relented. Even Sarah acquiesced. "I guess the whole thing was your idea. Alright, you can be the one to make him cum.”

"It's gonna be really messy, ain't it?” asked Mystery Girl Number One.

"Yeah,” Melissa said, giggling. "But only for him. I don't want that stuff to get all over me, or over my carpet.”

"What's that supposed to mean?” James asked, his voice muffled by the sleeping bag. He tried to sit up inside the part still covering his face, wondering if now was a good time to get the hell out of there.

"It means, I hope your sleeping bag is machine-washable, or you're gonna have to make a trip to the dry cleaners!” She burst out laughing, then quickly commanded the other girls. "Hold him down again!”

"What?! No!” James cried out in alarm. Was she serious? He had to sleep in that sleeping bag all weekend. It was only Friday and he wasn't going home till Sunday. Which actually raised implications for Saturday night that both frightened and excited the young husky. They kept talking about doing this again, just how soon did they mean? And did he actually...want them too? Either way, he didn't want to blow his load inside his sleeping bag. It was bad enough at home when he had a wet dream, and had to go wash his sheets and blanket the next morning. "No! Come on! Not inside the sleeping bag, please!”

James began to struggle to try and free himself, but the Female Army was quick to quash the One Husky Rebellion of Friday Night. They swiftly pushed him down against the carpet again before he could even shrug off the top of the sleeping bag. One girl moved to either side of him, grabbing his shoulders through the sleeping bag to hold him down, and soon, the same girl from before reclaimed her throne seated upon the husky. She poked his nose through the bag, giggling to him.

"You're not going anywhere, Pup.”

Melissa acted as well, snatching up the husky's furry sac in her hand, and tightening her grip until the canine's fleshy jewels were pressed very firmly against each other. James groaned as Melissa's grip caused his balls to ache all over again, and he started to writhe in pain a little. His ears twisted back against his head, and though the girls couldn't enjoy the humor of it, the young husky quickly went cross-eyed.

"Awwww, my nards!” He moaned, causing all the girls to laugh.

"Hah! It's so funny when they call them nards.”

"Now, now, James,” Melissa chided, tightening her grip a little more to make sure she had his attention. "Be a good pup, and I'll let go. Be a bad pup who keeps struggling, and I'll squeeze and squeeze until I've got a handful of Husky Grape Jelly.” She twisted his sac a little for emphasis, causing him to give a cute yet pained yelp. "Got it?”

"Got it!” James squeaked. "Got it! Let go! I'll be good, I swear!”

"You'd better be,” Melissa responded, her voice half throaty purr and half threatening growl. She relaxed her grip on James' furry testicles, allowing the pain to start to ease. Melissa kept the husky's nuts held gently in her grasp, just in case. "Okay girls, zip him up.”

While the two girls at his sides kept him pinned down, the girl sitting on his chest twisted a little. The sleeping bag rustled and James could feel her heat pressed against his body as her legs straddled him. Soon, he could feel her arm brushing the sleeping bag, and he heard the familiar metallic hiss of the zipper sliding closed. Oh, sure. When he tried to zip or unzip the damn sleeping bag, it always jammed. But when girls holding him captive used the zipper? It glided like a penguin sliding on ice. Actually, did penguins really do that? James wasn't sure, but it made for an amusing image in his mind.

Melissa soon released the husky's balls so that the girls could zip the bag up all the way. After she let him go, James thought he could hear the rustling of discarded clothing behind the grating sound of the zipper. Once the sleeping bag was completely zipped, the girl atop him tapped him on the nose through his enclosure. "I'm going to get off you now, so Melissa can take my place. Don't you dare move!”

That wouldn't be a problem, as James didn't dare move. The young husky felt like his nards were at stake again, and that could put fear of resistance in any young male's heart. Or any adult male's heart, for that matter. Come to think of it, James reasoned that for any creature that kept it's testicles on the outside, female threats directed at them were likely to get their attention.

The girl atop him slowly got up. A heartbeat later, and her weight was replaced by Melissa's. As the vixen settled down against the near-mummified husky, the other girls all kept him pinned down, just in case. At first, Melissa sat upon his belly. James could feel her shifting, her legs straddling him, the hottest part of her body settled right against his belly. Oh...that was her...wow. It almost felt as though she wasn't wearing anything at all. Certainly not much, though with the sleeping bag there he couldn't be certain. Maybe if he acted boldly, she'd actually tell him? She seemed to respond to his confident side earlier.

"What are you wearing, Melissa? I mean...it only seems fair I at least get to picture you properly.”

Melissa slowly leaned forward. James could feel her weight shifting till her body was nearly pressed against his. Her thighs were spread just above the tip of his erection, and her tail kept brushing against the sleeping bag atop it. When she lowered her head to whisper into his ear, or at least as close as she could get, he could feel the soft, rounded forms of the vixen's breasts resting against his chest.

"I'm in my bra, and panties,” Melissa purred into his ear, damn near setting him off then and there. James had no way to know if it was true or not, but he saw nothing wrong with believing her!

"What...” He asked, his voice trembling with lust, and desire. "What do they look like?”

"My bra is black,” Melissa cooed for him. "Nothing fancy, but I like it. My boobs are white furred, and my cleavage really stands out above my bra right now.”

"Uuhhnnn,” James groaned. The other three girls were giggling. He couldn't tell if they were laughing at him, or laughing because Melissa was actually completely dressed and just teasing the husky's imagination. Whatever the case, he saw no reason not to push on. "And...and your panties?”

"They're blue,” the vixen murmured. "Light blue. They don't match my bra but I've never been into fancy fashions and trends. Oh, and they have a cute little cartoon kitty on them. I'll let you guess where it is.”

"On...your kitty?” James hazarded a guess, his whole slender body trembling inside the sleeping bag. Just the feel of the girls tail brushing against his trapped erection was nearly enough to make him spill then and there.

His guess made all four girls laugh, and Melissa didn't answer. Instead, she sat back up till he could feel her weight and heat pressed against his belly. Melissa began to scoot down his body. She was already very near his erection, and as she began to rub against it, moving down his body, he could feel every inch of her press against his most sensitive flesh. Her rump felt so soft, and warm, her thighs supple and strong on either side of his hips. And between them, well, even through that sleeping bag the vixen's sex felt like white fire. A white fire that was soon pressed quickly firmly against his shaft. Firmly enough he could even feel her folds very faintly envelop him for a moment as she playfully ground herself up and down against his captive tool.

"Oooooh, God,” the husky moaned. "I can...feel your...”

He trailed off after that, unable to speak. Melissa moaned as well, James couldn't help wondering if she was as turned on by this as he was. Was this sexually exciting for the girls, too? Or was it just curiosity and amusement? Maybe a mixture of both. With the way Melissa began to work herself against him, moaning a little, he began to suspect it was more then just a little of both.

Melissa pressed her hands against his body through the sleeping bag, and began to roll her hips. The vixen worked her rump and her hips against the husky she held prisoner inside his own sleeping bag, grinding her crotch and her butt against his maleness. In essence, stroking the canine's cock with her very sex. James had heard the term "dry humping” before, was this what it meant? Cause the only way this could be any closer to real sex, at least in his mind, was if he was actually penetrating her.

James still didn't want to cum inside his sleeping bag, but he knew there was no way he was going to hold off now. Waves of increasingly intense pleasure rolled across him, every smooth movement of the vixen's hips was another increasingly high watermark of bliss in a flood of ecstasy that just kept rising and rising. He arched his back, groaning, pressing his rock hard erection against the vixen's nether lips through the sleeping bag.

"Uuuuhhh!” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed against her. "God! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!”

This time, Melissa not only didn't stop, but she worked herself harder, faster. She rocked her hips back and forth in quick, firm little motions. She knew enough from her previous encounter with a male that they liked it to get really fast when they were about to cum, and she did her best to accommodate that. The waves of pleasure built swiftly into one inexorable flow of pure, hot, wondrous delight, and James threw his head back, crying out as he came thanks to another's efforts for the first time in his life.

The pleasure of his first orgasm given by a girl was so intense it was nearly agonizing in the most amazing way. The husky came so hard he actually screamed against the sleeping bag. He clenched the bag's plaid liner in white knuckled delight, thrusting up forcefully as the pulses of volcanic bliss rocked him, sending stars of blue, beautiful light into his vision. Each beat of his heart brought another powerful pulse that rocked his maleness; each ecstasy filled throb sent another jet of rich, hot husky cum bursting forth to splatter against his sleeping bag and belly fur.

Melissa moaned as she felt James' cock jump beneath her body. The vixen began to roll her hips harder, aggressively pressing herself against his pulsating tool while the husky came. His first spurt was short and quick, but the next few were forceful and were it not for the fact that his sleeping bag was pressed against his privates the young canine definitely would have coated his own chest and throat with his gooey white release.

Instead, as the husky's orgasm tore at his body with it's wonderful claws, he left a sticky mess all over himself and the inside of his velvety soft prison. The fact that Melissa kept grinding against him as James kept groaning and twisting in joyful pleasure ensured that every spurt was ground into his fur, and into the lining of his sleeping bag. Just as much of the husky's cream ended up coating his sleeping bag liner as it did his belly. The canine's seed left the plaid liner marked with smeared white blotches and his pale fur matted and messy.

Only when his shouts and groans had quieted into satisfied murmurs, and his frantic, ecstatic writhing had died away did Melissa finally stop rolling her hips against his body. She remained where she was for a little while as the husky's knot fully inflated beneath her, growing bulbous and fat. She shifted herself against it a little, exploring it before she finally rose up.

"Anyone wanna feel his knot?” Her own voice sounded sultry, and satisfied.

Without a word all four girls were quickly groping him through the sleeping bag once more. They poked and prodded his knot, and one of them squeezed it. He moaned for them, a little trickle of extra seed joining his already sizable release. As they all took turns feeling the size and shape of a canine's knot, they started to chat it up again.

"Boy, he sure was loud when he came!”

"Yeah, I bet all his friends heard that. They probably thought Melissa just kicked his nuts through the roof or something.”

"That's okay,” Melissa said with a giggle. "If they think we're beating him up it will keep them from snooping around too much.”

"So could you...” Sarah began, then giggled, and tried again. "Could you, you know, feel it? When he came?”

"Yeah,” Melissa said, rubbing at the husky's knotted cock. "It felt like it was jumping under me. Felt like he was cumming really hard.”

"So what's it look like?” Mystery Girl Number One sounded curious. "His...yanno, his cum.”

"Kind of whitish, I think? Let's take a look, shall we?”

None of the girls disagreed, and James was hardly in any condition to argue. Hell, James was barely conscious. The young husky was floating aimlessly on the Afterglow Sea, with no intention of returning to land any time soon. Or at least he would have continued to drift had the girls not suddenly unzipped part of the sleeping bag and thrown it open to examine the results of Melissa's efforts. The fresh air that suddenly washed over his now very wet fur and privates felt exceptionally cold, and left him squirming and yapping in surprise.

"Oooh, look at it all!”

"Yeah, it is pretty white, isn't it!”

"Ew, it's all ground into his fur.”

"Yup! He's definitely gonna need a shower now. And a dry-cleaner for his sleeping bag.”

"That's a shame,” Melissa smirked. "Alright, let's get him out of here.”

The girls quickly zipped the sleeping bag back up. Once their hostage was secure, someone stepped down against the husky's crotch. This time James knew it was Melissa's bare foot pressed against his knotted tool, and tender canine orbs. She didn't step hard, but the threat was there, and it made him whine a little bit.

"Alright, Pup. Time to set you free in the wild again. Make sure you and the other nerds aren't too loud or annoying later tonight, unless you want us to come out there and throw a little nut kicking party. Got it?”

James whined, trying to squirm away from that foot. "G-Got it!” Then something else occurred to him. "Hey, wait a minute. I gotta question.”

The girls ignored him as they had no intention of providing any further answers to their toy for the evening. After all, they were done with him now, and this had all been about their fun, not his. He was just lucky enough that his fun happened to coincide with their own plans. So rather then reply, they simply grabbed the end of his sleeping bag, near his feet, and began to drag him again. They turned him around, and James could hear the door opening.

James was once more helpless as the girls dragged him around inside his sleeping bag. This time they did not drag him very far though; he was only taken out into the hallway. The inside of his sleeping bag grew even darker and dimmer without the bright lights of Melissa's room to provide faint illumination. They dropped the end of his sleeping bag, and his feet banged against the floor. For a moment, he could hear them all laughing but that laughter soon faded. He heard a door close nearby, and then the hallway was silent.

In the distance, he could hear his friends laughing as well. After a moment he heard a yelp, followed by a thump and then more laughter. Damn it, where they still playing that stupid game? For a few seconds he half wondered if they even realized he was gone. Maybe he could just slip back into the room and re-join them as if nothing had actually happened. He shifted inside his sleeping bag, and felt something wet, and sticky.

Oh. Right. He'd just creamed his sleeping bag. That was even worse then creaming your jeans, he thought. Suddenly the humiliation of what had just happened began to settle in. It pressed heavy against his chest, made his stomach twist itself into three different kinds of knotted pretzels. They made him. Cum. In his sleeping bag. He scrunched his muzzle. God, what was he going to do when they reminded him of that? He'd be so embarrassed anytime he came over now. All Melissa would ever have to do is smirk at him, and he'd know what she was thinking. Still, the husky's maleness tingled a little as his knot finally began to go down.

Did part of him actually like that kind of humiliation? The thought scared him. He didn't want to be some kinky weirdo. Still, he supposed there were worse things to be turned on by. He slipped a hand down to try and find out just how bad the mess was. His fingers quickly brushed sticky moisture, and lots of it. Pretty bad. Great.

James thought about it for a little while, formulating a plan. He'd have to crawl out, slip into the shower as fast as possible, and then cram his sleeping bag into Adam's washing machine. Hopefully without anyone questioning him. Hmm, maybe he could tell everyone that the girls accidentally spilled a whole can of soda on it or something. Oh! Better yet. He'd tell everyone they poured a whole soda inside the sleeping bag while he was still in there. That would justify his shower, too.

James smiled. That was a pretty good plan. The husky decided to allow himself a few moments of jubilation. After all, he'd just gotten laid. James ****** aside the humiliation wrought from the way it happened, and simply focused on the way it HAD happened. He just got LAID! Well, not quite. But to a young virgin husky, that was close enough. It had felt soooo good, too. And best of all, out of the four males there tonight, the girls chose him. They thought he was cute. Hell, they thought he was big. James smiled to himself, embarrassment temporarily forgotten as his heart soared. He enjoyed himself for a few moments, then began to climb out of his sleeping bag.

Cold air against the bare, silvery gray fur of his legs reminded the husky that he had one other problem he'd almost forgotten about. A problem that was going to be a lot harder to explain to the guys. He could always pull his shirt down to cover the mess on his belly fur, and he was fairly certain no one was actually going to look into his sleeping bag. But he couldn't think of a single reason to explain why he was suddenly naked from the waist down.

Hoping desperately no one would hear him but Melissa and her friends, James called out.

"Can I have my pajamas back? Please?”

Laughter was his only reply.

[beaktooth]

last part of The Sleeping Bag Game

Ooo that was very hot and naughty ;}
Awesome post!

[Mythical Pain]

Ooo that was very hot and naughty ;}
Awesome post!

Thanks very much! Glad you liked it. Did you see the other two chapters? I've posted a bunch of stories here over the last year or so. Seems like less and less people read them recently, and one of the people here who really enjoyed my stories, Alec Anaconda, is currently in process of being screwed by the system and unable to get logged in.

But thanks a lot! I may be writing something else more ballbusting heavy with some of these characters in the future, too. Kinda wanna see all four of the males from the first part of the story get busted by the girls, lol.

[SagaDC]

Catching up now. A lot of stories up since last time I looked. Nice to see Poui again, especially with the excellent conclusion to his incredibly ambitious ballbusting story.

I enjoyed Hundredand's stories over on SoFurry as well - used to hang about on a text-based RPG where there were gryphons and the like, so its always nice to read about them.

And as always, Mythical Pain's latest stories are excellent. MP has a way of writing characters that are you can easily identify with, and the dialogue is priceless.

At any rate, here are two pictures that I scrounged up online:
http://www.sofurry.com/view/281064
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7775933/

[Mythical Pain]

Yeah, HundredAnd's stories on SoFurry are awesome. Love seeing his poor gryphon get squished. ::Giggle::

And thanks! I really appreciate that. Glad you like my dialogue, too!

My latest story is up on SF but it's not a ballbusting story, and it's immense, so I'm not sure I will post it here.

But I'll probably be writing up some more ballbusting stories to post here in the near future!

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Mythical Pain: Seems like less and less people read them recently, and one of the people here who really enjoyed my stories, Alec Anaconda, is currently in process of being screwed by the system and unable to get logged in.



I’m back!

I found the last posted part of the Sleeping Bag absolutely brilliant!

There must be others who enjoy this thread, so the motto is simple;

POST YOUR APPRECIATION OR LOOSE YOUR WRITERS!

[poiu]

Enjoying your stuff as always, Mythical Pain, including the new one on SoFurry. Nice to see a male and a female getting along in one of your stories for once :P Though I do so love when they disagree, too...

A pair of little things from FA worth checking out:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7711479/ (herm involved)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5997434/ (Pokemon! The world needs more Pokemon BB.)

[Mythical Pain]

Mythical Pain: Seems like less and less people read them recently, and one of the people here who really enjoyed my stories, Alec Anaconda, is currently in process of being screwed by the system and unable to get logged in.



I’m back!

I found the last posted part of the Sleeping Bag absolutely brilliant!

There must be others who enjoy this thread, so the motto is simple;

POST YOUR APPRECIATION OR LOOSE YOUR WRITERS!

Good to see you finally back and posting again my friend!

Thanks for the compliments, glad you enjoyed it so much! Any favorite parts or moments from the story? Could be from any of the three parts, just curious!

And I like your new motto! Hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Enjoying your stuff as always, Mythical Pain, including the new one on SoFurry. Nice to see a male and a female getting along in one of your stories for once :P Though I do so love when they disagree, too...

A pair of little things from FA worth checking out:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7711479/ (herm involved)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5997434/ (Pokemon! The world needs more Pokemon BB.)

Thanks very much, my friend! Dunno if you saw it when I mentioned it before or if it got buried, but I greatly enjoyed the grand finale of your dragon's tale, as well! Also.....owie. ::Whimpers, and grins::

Ah! You read that already huh? Thanks for the kind words! Yeah, that's the first thing I've posted in a while without a male character getting his balls hurt, lol. But, I'm sure you noticed she does playfully threaten to kick the old dragon a time or three. I always find that fun, too.

I'm actually extremely proud of that story, it's probably my favorite thing I've yet shared with the furry/internet community as a whole. No ballbusting though, aside from threats, so I won't be posting it here.

I suppose if someone's interested shoot me a PM, and I'll direct you to it.

Otherwise I'll have something else ballbusting related up here sooner or later!

Good links too. Haven't read the Pokemon story yet, but I enjoyed the image...not a fan of herm, but the look on the poor male fox's face when he's getting kneed is priceless!

[LTMoSki]

Will be going through the entire thread properly as i have time, 65 pages is a lot.

Mythical Pain: Another great story! Showing the fun side of BB ^_^ The husky is also teaching the girls anatomy, what a guy XD

Poiu: I'm a long time fan, from other websites. Hope to see more from you, loved the "Dragon Slaying" series, hope to see you go back to the pokemon stuff too.

[jabby]

I enjoyed the sleeping bag saga, but not half as much as the dragon in the dungeon (which I found after reading poiu's comment). Fantastic story!

Naturally I particularly enjoyed the ball-play you included. You really captured the spirit of a ballbuster without having her do any actual ballbusting lol. Any plans to continue the story? In my minds eye I see a scenario where the young jailer is ****** by her superiors to bust the dragons balls to punish him for something. Thus pitting the fact that she doesn't want to hurt her friend against the power trip of cracking a dragon's big eggs :P . Would she do it? How far would she go? A guy can dream.... ;)

The fact that you can write characters so well that I can fantasize about them in different scenarios is a credit to your writing ability by the way. Keep it up! :)

[poiu]

Mythical Pain: glad you liked the end of my little saga :) It took so long to finish that I kind of feel it went out with a whimper, rather than a bang, but I'm still pretty pleased with the whole thing.

Also, jabby is totally right: I 100% enjoyed the Dragon in the Dungeon in its own right, but part of me was also hoping that Alia would make good on some of those hinted threats. (Which is not to say you actually should -- imagination is probably better in this case :P) Think there's a chance we'll ever get some human-on-dragon BB from you?

[Mythical Pain]

I enjoyed the sleeping bag saga, but not half as much as the dragon in the dungeon (which I found after reading poiu's comment). Fantastic story!

Naturally I particularly enjoyed the ball-play you included. You really captured the spirit of a ballbuster without having her do any actual ballbusting lol. Any plans to continue the story? In my minds eye I see a scenario where the young jailer is ****** by her superiors to bust the dragons balls to punish him for something. Thus pitting the fact that she doesn't want to hurt her friend against the power trip of cracking a dragon's big eggs :P . Would she do it? How far would she go? A guy can dream.... ;)

The fact that you can write characters so well that I can fantasize about them in different scenarios is a credit to your writing ability by the way. Keep it up! :)

Thank you very, very much! Really glad you enjoyed that! It's probably the single piece of writing I've posted online that I"m most proud of.

Glad you liked her ballbusting spirit. Yeah, what girl wouldn't enjoy threatening a dragon's eggs? Of course, early on there's the very real chance he might kill her if she does...later, she's got less to worry about, but...it's just not really the right story for her to sack him too bad lol. At least not yet!

Though I'm with you here...I certainly couldn't help but fantasize about her slamming her foot into his stones at least once myself, lol.

As for a follow up, funny you should mention that...

I believe I'll actually be posting it tomorrow! Spent just about all my free time this last week absolutely wrapped in my own story, and think the next installment will be ready to post tomorrow. ( Saturday. )

Are you on SoFurry then? Do I already know you there? Send me a PM or say hi or something, even if I've not realized who you are there lol.


Mythical Pain: glad you liked the end of my little saga :) It took so long to finish that I kind of feel it went out with a whimper, rather than a bang, but I'm still pretty pleased with the whole thing.

Also, jabby is totally right: I 100% enjoyed the Dragon in the Dungeon in its own right, but part of me was also hoping that Alia would make good on some of those hinted threats. (Which is not to say you actually should -- imagination is probably better in this case :P) Think there's a chance we'll ever get some human-on-dragon BB from you?

I'm not sure I'd describe quite like what happens to Poiu as going out with a whimper! ::Giggle:: I certainly enjoyed it myself!

And thanks very much! Glad you enjoyed it! ::Grins::

Yeah, much as I love the idea of her sacking the dragon...well...sometimes threats are just as good. Especially in a much more serious story where I really didn't want to drive off potential readers by having her bust the dragon's nuts in detail when it just didn't make sense in the story.

Yes, I suspect sooner or later you'll get some much more full on, human on dragon ball busting from me! When...I dunno, lol.

However, in the second installment I'll hope to post tomorrow...Alia does get to full on kick something in the nuts. It's not the dragon, but its not human, either. You'll have to read it to see!

More to the point you two might, she does lightly, and I emphasize that, bust the dragon twice in the second chapter. Nothing that really hurts much, but her point is made hehe.

Again, you'll have to read it when it's up to see how!

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

If just read #1 of The Dragon In The Dungeon

What an excellent read, with carefully crafted characters and warm erotic action.

I’m looking forward to the next instalment!



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Does anybody know the origin of the “dragon imprisoned in a large subterranean space” plot?

[Mythical Pain]

If just read #1 of The Dragon In The Dungeon

What an excellent read, with carefully crafted characters and warm erotic action.

I’m looking forward to the next instalment!


Thanks very much my friend! Really glad you liked that one as it's one of my favorites. I've actually posted the second installment on the same site just this evening!

Maybe someday I'll write a "side chapter" just so she can give the old dragon's balls a few swift kicks when he's being stubborn, lol.



Does anybody know the origin of the “dragon imprisoned in a large subterranean space” plot?

Yeah...it came from my mind! :D Ok, couldn't help myself. Unless you're talking about the old chinese myth of the villagers feeding the dragon till it was too fat to escape the cavern...

...Then no, lol.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

#2 of The Dragon In The Dungeon.



This is even better than #1, and the sex hotter!

This beautiful story would not be out of place as a hardback in a bookshop.

[Mythical Pain]

Will be going through the entire thread properly as i have time, 65 pages is a lot.

Mythical Pain: Another great story! Showing the fun side of BB ^_^ The husky is also teaching the girls anatomy, what a guy XD

Poiu: I'm a long time fan, from other websites. Hope to see more from you, loved the "Dragon Slaying" series, hope to see you go back to the pokemon stuff too.

Hooray, you got approved! Good to see you posting.

Thanks very much! Yup, he's a nice husky, willing to teach the girls all about male anatomy...of course, he didn't exactly volunteer, but he wouldn't mind taking credit, either lol.

I guess that tends to be the sort of ballbusting I enjoy writing about most, where the girls are having a lot of fun with it, lol.

[Mythical Pain]

#2 of The Dragon In The Dungeon.



This is even better than #1, and the sex hotter!

This beautiful story would not be out of place as a hardback in a bookshop.

Thank you very much my friend! That really means a lot to me.

Maybe some day eh? Though...likely not that story, exactly, as there's probably not TOO many hardback publishers out there who'd want that much human/dragon sex in their fantasy novel.

But perhaps some day one of my stories without so much sex...

In the meantime, I plan to continue this one until it's a completed tale. Who knew when you first started browing our little Furry thread here you'd find yourself so fascinated by a tale of a human woman and a male dragon, or find sex between so so erotic, eh?

I'm sure you also noticed I managed to work in the woman getting a few playful ballbusts in on the old dragon, too. ::Grins:: And a good kick in on the other creature.

Anyway thanks again for your support! Really glad you enjoyed that one, and I don't hear the word "Beautiful" thrown around among my stories too much.

Would still love to see what you could do with a woman holding a male dragon captive and having fun with his eggs some day, hehe.

[LTMoSki]

Hooray, you got approved! Good to see you posting.

Thanks very much! Yup, he's a nice husky, willing to teach the girls all about male anatomy...of course, he didn't exactly volunteer, but he wouldn't mind taking credit, either lol.

I guess that tends to be the sort of ballbusting I enjoy writing about most, where the girls are having a lot of fun with it, lol.

Yes, took a few days but i'm here.

More guys should be that in that situation. . . . .and that willing to teach :D

What's not to have fun with. I think everyone here can agree that the sight of a man crumpled over is very amusing XD

Will have the time to read your DitD Never Alone tonight expect more ass kissing :iluvu:

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

I don't hear the word "Beautiful" thrown around among my stories too much.

I don’t often use that word.



Would still love to see what you could do with a woman holding a male dragon captive and having fun with his eggs some day, he he.

To be honest sir, I’m stealing time from other things just to read fiction, never mind write it, but as you say,

“perhaps someday”.

[sneakybeaver201]

Anyone have any comics of this kinda stuff

[poiu]

Found a bit of light MLP BB while digging through an old thread (http://arch.413chan.net/co32752538.html#32753249). Only the first page and a half, but I'm including links to the full thing for completeness:

http://arch.413chan.net/dash1CcNgKh-(n1325180547885).jpg
http://arch.413chan.net/dash2aNSFYh-(n1325180615327).jpg
http://arch.413chan.net/dash3GcyxKh-(n1325180778154).jpg
http://arch.413chan.net/dash421RWEh-(n1325180890801).jpg
http://arch.413chan.net/dash5HHNj5h-(n1325181080317).jpg

[Xelnaga]

I can't seem to find that Dragon in the Dungeon story on SF. Maybe because I don't have an account. I had to browse though "all stories" page by page but still didn't find anything like that title posted in the last week.

I was able to find part one on FA. I thought it was great. The verbal sparring was good while keeping the main characters both likable. Emotional, humorous, and erotic. I'd love to read part two. Any chance you'll be uploading it to FA or somewhere else any time soon?

[Xelnaga]

Since I've been motivated to post today, I should also take the opportunity to say to Poiu that I've quite enjoyed your tales as well. Especially the Poiu saga itself. That poor dragon went though hell, I hope Lia was worth it.

I don't post much, but now I did.

[Mythical Pain]

I don't hear the word "Beautiful" thrown around among my stories too much.

I don’t often use that word.



Would still love to see what you could do with a woman holding a male dragon captive and having fun with his eggs some day, he he.

To be honest sir, I’m stealing time from other things just to read fiction, never mind write it, but as you say,

“perhaps someday”.

Then thank you again for using it for my work!

I know how that goes, lol. Getting the second installment of Dragon In The Dungeon done was probably the most I've neglected my real life in a long time. Spent almost every hour of my free time for a whole week doing nothing but working on that story!

I'm quite pleased with the way it turned out, though!

Hehe, yup, Maybe someday. I can't help but imagine you'd do a fantastic woman busting a dragon's eggs story!


I can't seem to find that Dragon in the Dungeon story on SF. Maybe because I don't have an account. I had to browse though "all stories" page by page but still didn't find anything like that title posted in the last week.

I was able to find part one on FA. I thought it was great. The verbal sparring was good while keeping the main characters both likable. Emotional, humorous, and erotic. I'd love to read part two. Any chance you'll be uploading it to FA or somewhere else any time soon?

Yeah, I recommend an SF account, really. FA is such a pain in the butt for a writer. You have to save your files as certain file types to let people Download them...or, totally different file types to make them viewable on the site.

But over on SF, you can just copy and paste and you're done! Or, you can even write it on their built in word processor!

So Furry is just so much more writer friendly.

Plus, on SF, Dragon In The Dungeon now has 105 Favs and over 60 5-Star votes! On FA? Its got like, 9 favs, not an exaggeration lol.

But it's definitely easier to view peoples work with an account, I had to PM Alec a direct link to let him read it. I'll do the same for you on Part 2 if you like. I'll get it on FA eventually, just not sure when.

But anyway, thank you very much! Really glad you enjoyed the first installment! That means a lot to me.

[millktm]

http://e621.net/post/show/210657/anthro-ballbusting-blonde_hair-breasts-brown_eyes-

I love these accidental ones...I wish I could find more.

[Mythical Pain]

http://e621.net/post/show/210657/anthro-ballbusting-blonde_hair-breasts-brown_eyes-

I love these accidental ones...I wish I could find more.

LOL! That's fantastic. Poor aching dragon eggs. I love the look on his face and muzzle, so cute. Ruined his whole day, poor lizard.

[Mythical Pain]

I can't seem to find that Dragon in the Dungeon story on SF. Maybe because I don't have an account. I had to browse though "all stories" page by page but still didn't find anything like that title posted in the last week.

I was able to find part one on FA. I thought it was great. The verbal sparring was good while keeping the main characters both likable. Emotional, humorous, and erotic. I'd love to read part two. Any chance you'll be uploading it to FA or somewhere else any time soon?

Installment two, "The Dragon In The Dungeon: Never Alone" is posted on FA now as well. At least in Downloadable format, txt only format soon too.

[Xelnaga]

Installment two, "The Dragon In The Dungeon: Never Alone" is posted on FA now as well. At least in Downloadable format, txt only format soon too.

I hope you didn't do that because of me. I registered at the other place last week. Your story wouldn't show up before that because it needed the "adult" setting turned on. Or something. I don't know. It doesn't explain why all those other ones showed up. Whatever.

At first the settings page showed up completely blank but a day or two after I registered it began to load properly so I could change the settings and then I finally found the story.

It seems to be developing into quite the epic tale. Can't wait for the next installment.

Is the moral of the story never take a dragon to a knife fight? Poor dragon.

[Mythical Pain]

I hope you didn't do that because of me. I registered at the other place last week. Your story wouldn't show up before that because it needed the "adult" setting turned on. Or something. I don't know. It doesn't explain why all those other ones showed up. Whatever.

At first the settings page showed up completely blank but a day or two after I registered it began to load properly so I could change the settings and then I finally found the story.

It seems to be developing into quite the epic tale. Can't wait for the next installment.

Is the moral of the story never take a dragon to a knife fight? Poor dragon.

Nope, I was going to do it eventually anyway. I post most of my stories over there, though my sleeping Bag game story, the two stories of Melissa busting her brothers, and Mira the black wolf busting her own brother were all only posted on SoFurry. And here, hehe.

But that's awesome you finally made an SF account! Yeah, all my stories are set to Adult for the obvious reasons, lol.

Did you fav the story or anything? Not asking to be a Fav-Whore just asking who you are over there. ::Grins:: Say hi over there or something! I watch that site and talk there a lot more then here.

::Laughs!:: No, but that might be a good moral for that chapter! I think, if you're going to take a dragon to a knife fight, just make sure it's ok for him to fight back without forfeiting his own life if he wins lol.

Poor dragon kinda had his paws tied, there.

Though in installment 3 you'll learn more about how it happened, as well.

Also enjoyed that Alia got to tag him in the stones twice, even if they were only light, playful hits hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

For those of you who enjoy my work over on SoFurry, installment 3 has been posted since Saturday morning. Let me know if anyone needs a direct link.

[beaktooth]

Found a few more things on e621, I like these two best ^^

No BB in the third, I just think its so hot that I'd share :}
Can you imagine getting oral from some of the strongest jaws in the animal kingdom? So naughty!!! *^_^*

[poiu]

I forgot to post this here a few days ago -- I recently put up a Google document with my current list of furry BB story ideas, in order to get feedback and to try to motivate myself into getting another story underway. There's a pretty wide variety of stuff: sequels to Dragon Slaying, new chapters of Battle Training and other half-abandoned series, some MLP ideas, some entirely original stuff. Feel free to check it out and chime in with comments and ideas:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mWeEJc_Uuk9AwKODPn7EEr1NFLUImp7A5FbVjFkcbeI/edit

[poiu]

Also, here's a bit of suggestive MLP stuff with Trixie:
http://jamescorck.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d4wvq55

Still waiting for a proper MLP pic/story...might just have to write one :P

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

For those of you who enjoy my work over on SoFurry, installment 3 has been posted since Saturday morning. Let me know if anyone needs a direct link.



Having, at long last, found the time for a good read, I’ve joined SoFurry as it seemed lazy not to.

I thought,

“How hard can it be to find a recently posted story? Any fool could do it!”



Please post or PM that direct link!

[Mythical Pain]

For those of you who enjoy my work over on SoFurry, installment 3 has been posted since Saturday morning. Let me know if anyone needs a direct link.

Having, at long last, found the time for a good read, I’ve joined SoFurry as it seemed lazy not to.
I thought,
“How hard can it be to find a recently posted story? Any fool could do it!”
Please post or PM that direct link!

Lol! Yeah, if you don't know where to look it can be tough. There are a LOT of stories posted there...thousands of people use the sight for furry-based art and writing, after all. Or in this case, a story with a woman and a dragon.

For the first 48 hours after it's posted, you can often find it in the "Top Stories" section on the front page. There's a 48 hour cap though to give everyone a chance of better exposure.

After that, if you click "Browse" and then Stories, you can find it that way. Right now, if you "Sort" by Popularity, and use a date range of This Week...my story's the top story listed.

But I replied to your PM with a thanks for joining and sent you a direct link as well!

You can of course, also find my work by going to my profile, and clicking the Stories link on the left side.

[darkwing]

Found a few more things on e621, I like these two best ^^

No BB in the third, I just think its so hot that I'd share :}
Can you imagine getting oral from some of the strongest jaws in the animal kingdom? So naughty!!! *^_^*

Eric Schwartz does a good job. Where do you find these?

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

The Dragon In The Dungeon, part 3



What a long, but enthralling, read!

What a pair of cliffhangers you’ve left, awaiting resolution!

Even better than before!