Furry Ballbusting

[beaktooth]

Eric Schwartz does a good job. Where do you find these?

I got them from http://e621.net
Its an "image site" serving up primarily furry stuff.
For a good time... search for tags like ballbusting, cbt, ball_fondling

[otrokjerry]

:) :) :) :) :) this photo is gorgeous and horny and power.

[Kyore000]

How about we just get an update for the Underground League site? It's a real shame have seen it become the ghost town it is now.

[poiu]

How about we just get an update for the Underground League site? It's a real shame have seen it become the ghost town it is now.

I'm spending about 14 hours a day coding right now, unfortunately, so I don't really have the mental energy to code more in the evenings :/ What updates would you suggest I add, though? I'd to finish enabling team battles, when I somehow find the time...

[SagaDC]

Lurking. Been a while, so I can't recall if these have been shared or not.
http://redheadinsanity.deviantart.com/gallery/36741146#/d4x3g35 (M/F)
http://tyrannosaurus2007.deviantart.com/art/kajms-agony-291021578 (M/F)
http://kytjunon.deviantart.com/#/d4q99xd (M/F)

[Mythical Pain]

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!

Thanks so very much, my friend!

The next installment...is a bit different. In that, it's the dragon's tale, as he tells it to Alia.

I'm hoping it will be just as enthralling as what's come before, it's certainly packed with it's share of emotion, so far.

Also...the dragon's been hit in the balls twice in it so far. ::Laughs::

[darkwing]

I got them from http://e621.net
Its an "image site" serving up primarily furry stuff.
For a good time... search for tags like ballbusting, cbt, ball_fondling

Nice find!

Here's one for the older crowd:http://e621.net/data/8c/dc/8cdc22e98ec4d884a6a3745496948e1a.jpg?1195892247
from http://e621.net/post/show/8395/ball_fondling-balls-bdsm-bondage-bound-breasts-cha

[Mythical Pain]

If you guys haven't seen it yet, check out this page on the Ballbusting Cartoons thread.

http://femaledom.com/forum/showthread.php?t=2253&page=412

After I made a suggestion saying I'd love to see a dragon being ganged up on by maidens busting his balls...well, resident CGI artist Tumor took my suggestion, ran with it, and made a fantastic picture of a green dragon bound in chains, muzzled, and perhaps about to lose his eggs...

Be sure and give him some encouragement cause it's an awesome picture and I'd love to see him do more with dragons. Just scroll down a bit till you see the thumbnail of the pic, with the comment from him "Hammers a bit small..."

Wonder if he'd let me post it on SF, giving him full credit, so more people could enjoy it?

Anyway it's awesome!

[sacr007]

was thinking of writing a story, but I have doubts, I'd better write in my language, the Portuguese, which would prevent you to follow the story, or try to write in English, which could make the story does not pass what I want to spend , have many grammatical errors, and still walk more slowly?

[SagaDC]

Not sure if this would really count as incident of furry ballbusting, but this is the cover to Cavewoman: Snow #3. There are yeti(s). Best image I could find online, due to the risque nature of the comic.

http://www.impulsecreations.net/catalog/cavewoman-snow-2011-nm-budd-root-special-edition-p-1039665.html

[poiu]

sacr007: I'd say write in Portuguese! Us English readers can always use Google Translate or something similar to read it. Writing in your native language will be easier for you and you'll write better, and I hope that that will encourage you to finish and to write more stories in the future :)

Also the Tumor dragon CG pic is pretty fantastic :P

[Mythical Pain]

was thinking of writing a story, but I have doubts, I'd better write in my language, the Portuguese, which would prevent you to follow the story, or try to write in English, which could make the story does not pass what I want to spend , have many grammatical errors, and still walk more slowly?

I agree with Poiu, write your own furry ball busting story, in your own language! Write for your enjoyment first and foremost, after all. The rest of us can put it in a translator or something like that and enjoy it in our own way.

Don't worry about us, just write a story that YOU will enjoy!

What species might you use?

[Mythical Pain]

sacr007: I'd say write in Portuguese! Us English readers can always use Google Translate or something similar to read it. Writing in your native language will be easier for you and you'll write better, and I hope that that will encourage you to finish and to write more stories in the future :)

Also the Tumor dragon CG pic is pretty fantastic :P

Yes, yes it is! That guy does some awesome CG art...makes me wonder if I ever had the free money, if I could commission him to do a lot of dragon ballbusting art hehe.

[darkwing]

here's some nice ones;)
http://e621.net/post/show/195549/ball_fondling-balls-canine-cum-cum_in_mouth-cum_on
http://e621.net/post/show/106944/2009-balls-breasts-canine-cat-cathy_kitana-clothin
http://e621.net/post/show/38261/ball_fondling-ball_sucking-balls-big_breasts-breas
http://e621.net/post/show/40526/1996-ball_fondling-balls-big_breasts-breasts-eric_
http://e621.net/post/show/37352/ball_fondling-ball_sucking-balls-canine-cum-domina

[Gugle H.]

Here's some hard stuff, but it's still nice :)
http://e621.net/post/show/218275/askatrash-balls-bdsm-blood-bondage-bound-castratio

[octimon]

wow this thread is nice. i'll find some stuff to contribute with right away.

[Mythical Pain]

Here's some hard stuff, but it's still nice :)
http://e621.net/post/show/218275/askatrash-balls-bdsm-blood-bondage-bound-castratio

Hehe, I see more of my buddies from other places have found this forum! Welcome!

Also, for those interested in the 4th Installment of my dungeon-bound dragon saga has been posted over at the usual spot on SF.

It's the longest, and according to some early commenters, the best and most emotion packed so far.

Also, it's got several instances of male dragons being hit and kicked in the balls. ::Grins:: Yanno, as an added bonus.

[Johnni]

Little Red Riding Hood Bites Back

Little Red Riding Hood was walking through the forest one day to deliver a basket of food to her beloved grandmother. Her grandmother lived deep inside a forest and far from the village, so the path brought Little Red Riding Hood quite far into the woods.

As she was bouncing along in her short red skirt and tight red top, her fit young body filled with the vigor of spring, a wolf hiding in the bushes saw her approach. His ears perked up and his eyes opened wide as he spied her.
"My goodness, what a tasty young morsel she is! No doubt going to the old human woman's house at the end of this path...I think she'd make a good meal for me, and I could have fun with her first as well," he thought, as his prick began to swell at the thought of playing with his "food".

He jumped out in front of Little Red Riding Hood, and she startled in fright. Before she could scream the wolf leapt on her, throwing her to the ground and pinning her arms.

"Oh God! Please! Don't kill me!" she cried, her eyes wide with fear.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you just yet, young one," the wolf said as he leaned close to her face. "I'm going to get to know you better first..." he whispered as he licked her face and neck. Little Red Riding Hood closed her eyes in disgust, but then she looked down and saw his pink prick jutting out from his loins, and past it his huge swollen balls hanging lewdly above her.
When the wolf had finished licking her, he saw where her attention was.

"Ah, yes. As you can see I haven't had a good rut in a very, very long time. I'm obviously very glad to see you, as you've noticed." With that he began to lower himself between her scantily clad thighs, still holding her arms down with his paws.

"Wait, wait! Stop! Um...wouldn't it be a shame to waste your energy in a few quick thrusts? Maybe I can help you out with that heavy load first?" Little Red Riding Hood pleaded as her thoughts raced, trying desperately to think of a way to stall him.

"Heh, you want to get me even more riled up? Sure, why not...you know I can outrun you anyway. And there's no one around you can call to." He climbed off her, letting her sit up on the ground next to him. He reared up, putting his paws on her shoulders. "You can start by sucking my dick! Do a good job and maybe I will kill you swiftly."

Little Red Riding Hood stifled a grimace at the thought of touching his swaying prick, much less putting it in her mouth. But then she had an idea. "I can do better than that. Why don't I work my way up, starting with these?" she said, reaching out and holding his huge balls in her small hand. She rubbed them once, letting them sway back and forth in the loose ball sack that hung so vulnerably between his back legs.

"Heh heh you are quite the little slut aren't you? Sure, this makes my day even better." the wolf chuckled.

("Can he really be that stupid?" She thought...) The wolf climbed off her and moved over her, so she could play with his nuts better. With a grimace Little Red Riding Hood took his fat balls in her hand and kissed each of them, before licking his sack and sucking on his huge nuts. She sucked on them gently at first and then roughly sucked both balls into her mouth, having to use her fingers to push them in, balancing each fat nut between her back teeth. ("I sure hope this works...") she thought to herself as she bit down as hard as she could, clenching her jaw on those big balls and crushing them both with a double "pop" sound as the cartilage burst. She tightly held the wolf's back legs while she crushed his nuts until she was sure his puppy makers were pulverized.

The wolf howled so loudly people in the village looked toward the forest and wondered what had happened. They were relieved when Little Red Riding Hood returned later that afternoon, claiming she hadn't heard anything nor had any problems delivering the food to her grandmother. A hunter later said that he saw a large wolf skulking about in the woods with a nutsack that was swollen to the size of a melon...

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Also, for those interested in the 4th Installment of my dungeon-bound dragon saga has been posted over at the usual spot on SF.

It's the longest, and according to some early commenters, the best and most emotion packed so far.

Also, it's got several instances of male dragons being hit and kicked in the balls. ::Grins:: Yanno, as an added bonus.

The saga gets better and better!

[beaktooth]

Little Red Riding Hood Bites Back

Good write ;}
Nice little read on the way to work...

[ballmasher]

Rather enjoyed that Little Red Riding Hood bit :D
Wouldn't mind reading some more versions of that story ^_^

[Mythical Pain]

Little Red Riding Hood Bites Back



HAH! Loved it! About time someone does a LRRH ballbusting story...furry lupine puppy makers belonging to wicked wolves are always ripe for a busting.

Great work, really enjoyed it!

[Mythical Pain]

The saga gets better and better!

Thanks very much! Very glad you enjoyed it.

Hehe, plus for those of us who also frequent this forum...I'm sure you noticed not 1, but three different dragon ball busts in it!

Val get kicked in the balls by a human woman, hit in the balls by a female dragon, and hit the other younger male dragon in the nuts himself, hehehe.

Nice to be able to work that stuff into an otherwise serious story!

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

...I'm sure you noticed not 1, but three different dragon ball busts in it!

Val get kicked in the balls by a human woman, hit in the balls by a female dragon, and hit the other younger male dragon in the nuts himself, hehehe.

Nice to be able to work that stuff into an otherwise serious story!


I make it four!

[Mythical Pain]

I make it four!

Four? What were you considering the 4th dragon ball bust? I know Kylaryn threatens to squeeze him, and Narymiryn references the fact she got him when they were young, lol. In fact, Valyrym's younger sister was the first female to ever hit him in the balls hehehe.

Seems fitting for a dragon!

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Four? What were you considering the 4th dragon ball bust? I know Kylaryn threatens to squeeze him, and Narymiryn references the fact she got him when they were young, lol. In fact, Valyrym's younger sister was the first female to ever hit him in the balls hehehe.

Seems fitting for a dragon!


I hope I did not imagine reading this part!

It’s when the younger male dragon uses the opportunity of his departure to correct a long festering injustice, by soundly kicking Val’s hatchling makers.

[Mythical Pain]

I hope I did not imagine reading this part!

It’s when the younger male dragon uses the opportunity of his departure to correct a long festering injustice, by soundly kicking Val’s hatchling makers.

Oh! Nope, you're right. I'd totally forgotten about that one lol. Sad when I forget things in my own story. Yup, that makes four, when the younger green dragon finally gets Val back and nails him in his own eggs, hehe.

[Ren]

http://thumbnails58.imagebam.com/19692/232969196919173.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/232969196919173)

http://thumbnails62.imagebam.com/19692/b8570e196919198.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/b8570e196919198)

http://thumbnails43.imagebam.com/19692/31ccb8196919231.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/31ccb8196919231)

[Ren]

Apparently I get an error if I try to post more than three pictures at once. Anyway, here are my pictures I haven't yet seen in this thread:

http://thumbnails17.imagebam.com/19692/8f9e85196919270.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/8f9e85196919270)

http://thumbnails70.imagebam.com/19692/592eac196919350.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/592eac196919350)

http://thumbnails7.imagebam.com/19692/ac389f196919382.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/ac389f196919382)

[Ren]

http://thumbnails78.imagebam.com/19692/40ad37196919430.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/40ad37196919430)

http://thumbnails17.imagebam.com/19692/d7eb04196919472.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/d7eb04196919472)

http://thumbnails76.imagebam.com/19692/f7ad08196919507.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/f7ad08196919507)

[Ren]

http://thumbnails58.imagebam.com/19692/cad638196919582.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/cad638196919582)

http://thumbnails71.imagebam.com/19692/0a39a1196919649.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/0a39a1196919649)

http://thumbnails7.imagebam.com/19692/091fcf196919732.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/091fcf196919732)

[Ren]

http://thumbnails7.imagebam.com/19692/d59d9b196919770.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/d59d9b196919770)

http://thumbnails38.imagebam.com/19692/55488f196919794.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/55488f196919794)

http://thumbnails64.imagebam.com/19692/dfdcff196919809.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/dfdcff196919809)

[Ren]

http://thumbnails75.imagebam.com/19692/531573196919860.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/531573196919860)

http://thumbnails47.imagebam.com/19693/5f4652196922554.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/5f4652196922554)

http://thumbnails69.imagebam.com/19693/248f9a196922586.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/248f9a196922586)

[Ren]

http://thumbnails7.imagebam.com/19693/b0ddcd196922628.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/b0ddcd196922628)

http://thumbnails60.imagebam.com/19693/4179a3196922652.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/4179a3196922652)

http://thumbnails39.imagebam.com/19693/ebb951196922799.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/ebb951196922799)

[Ren]

http://thumbnails70.imagebam.com/19693/f28775196922886.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/f28775196922886)

http://thumbnails78.imagebam.com/19693/f131ee196922949.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/f131ee196922949)

http://thumbnails6.imagebam.com/19693/8dd72d196923002.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/8dd72d196923002)

[Ren]

...and here's the last one:

http://thumbnails44.imagebam.com/19693/18ad62196923025.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/18ad62196923025)

[SagaDC]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7940921/ (F/M)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8198609/ (F/M)

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks for posting all those pics, Ren! I've seen most of them but not all of them.

I especially thought that last one was cute, with the feline girl who kicked when she got tickled...kinda looks like she just nailed her brother in the kitten makers hehehe.

Interesting note about this picture:
http://thumbnails62.imagebam.com/19692/b8570e196919198.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/b8570e196919198)

I've seen it posted on this site before and on sites like FChan... Believe it or not, and if you don't believe it that's fine...

...That picture was originally drawn for me! Had an artist friend I used to rp with a lot, who knew I was into ballbusting. We rped it sometimes, usually worked into the framework of a larger story. But she asked me if I wanted any art, and I told her I'd love to see a nice furry ballbusting picture...

...And that's what she came up with for me. The canine was actually her fursona, as well. She had that up in an old Yiffstar Gallery after she emailed it to me originally, I believe, where I'm sure someone found it, saved it, and then reposted it elsewhere, and now it's all over the net, as often happens.

In her original gallery, the caption said something like "Drawn for my friend...don't worry, the kitty's into it!" lol.

Btw, the kitty's not me, lol. If I was going to have myself depicted as a furry char, it would either be a coyote, or a dragon.

[poiu]

Aaaaand the person who found that pic and first posted it on fchan (as far as I know)? That'd be me :P Furry BB was damn hard to find a couple of years ago, so I always made sure to spread it when I could.

(In case Mythical wants proof: I believe there was also a version in her gallery that was just the husky by herself, with no male or background. Presumably a work-in-progress sketch. Always wished she'd drawn more!)

[Mythical Pain]

Aaaaand the person who found that pic and first posted it on fchan (as far as I know)? That'd be me :P Furry BB was damn hard to find a couple of years ago, so I always made sure to spread it when I could.

(In case Mythical wants proof: I believe there was also a version in her gallery that was just the husky by herself, with no male or background. Presumably a work-in-progress sketch. Always wished she'd drawn more!)

Hah! I should have guessed as much. :D

That's cool, though. Yeah, the husky/wolfy girl was one of her fursonas, the other was a white dragon.

I seem to remember her doing a few other ballbusting sketches, but I'm not sure she ever completed any of the others. She did a lot of art for a while, and while she found ballbusting rather amusing/funny she wasn't "into" it the way we are, lol.

She did seem to get a giggle out of having her character dole it out in RP, though hehe.

She was a cool girl, and a good friend! Sadly lost touch with her a few years back though, dunno whatever happened too her. So...if ya ever read this Il, say hi. ::Chuckles::

Anyway, just thought I'd point that out. I knew the girl who drew it and she drew it for me! Needless to say I was quite grateful hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

For those following my story...

http://www.sofurry.com/view/396696

Fantastic gift art of the dragon! Definitely looks "bustable" in that pic, too.

[poiu]

Suggestive MLP pic:
http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/876891

[OneBadMamaJama]

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7940921/ (F/M)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8198609/ (F/M)


There's a followup to the first pic!

http://www.furaffinity.net/full/7958280/

[poiu]

Wanna read some random ballbusting poetry? Of course you do! (This is what I do when I want to write but working on a full story seems too intimidating.)

Feel free to reply with your own creations :P

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

Limericks

There once was a quiet young shrew
who pissed off a fem kangaroo.
His timid piano
turned into soprano
and his testicles turned into goo.

“It just can’t be sung,” said the goat.
“No male can hit such a high note!”
So his singing instructor
(he’d previously fucked her)
then kicked his balls into his throat.

He grabbed the barista. “Hey you!
This coffee is worse than dog doo!”
She said, when he shook her,
“That’s not polite, sugar,”
and left him with one lump, not two.

She started with a nasty Crunch
and followed up with Dizzy Punch.
By the time Mew was done,
she’d turned two spuds to none,
and poor Nidoking lost his lunch.



Haiku

“Just relax,” she said,
as he squealed and bucked his hips.
“You only need one.”

Super Effective!
Luxray‘s knee meets heavy orbs.
Blastoise has fainted!

“Applebuck season”
did not end with harvest time,
Big Mac quickly learned.

“In total?” she said.
Kayla frowned and thought a bit.
“I don’t know...fifteen?”



Sigh. He spread his legs.
“...Happy anniversary.”
Lia gasped...and grinned.

His poor scaly nuts.
Two plump orbs speared on her claws
like a shish-kebab.

But it could be worse.
At least he wasn’t blue-balled.
Or a eunuch (yet).

And dear god, that tongue:
wrapped around his throbbing shaft,
making his toes curl...

His gonads trembled;
his cock twitched in ecstasy.
Which would explode first?

P’oiu bellowed as
the dragoness squeezed the sperm
straight out of his balls.

Her claws ‘round his sac,
tits splattered with dragon spunk.
One hell of a night.



Normally he’d love
female paws around his junk,
but this was different.

“Oof.” His eyes watered.
“Um...professor? C-could you please–
oogh!” His gut lurched. “Ah!”

Lucario squeaked
as the Nidoqueen teacher
tightened her grip more.



Squishy little things,
Joule thought to herself as she
stomped down on his nut.

Stomp. Stomp. Kick. Squeeze. Stomp.
The Charmeleon had lost count
after twenty-five.

“I think that’s enough,”
Kara said, but Por pouted.
“What about my turn?”

Leon wondered if
his balls would still work at all,
or would just shoot blanks.



Old poem
(This is about the red dragon mating ceremony, which is talked about a lot in the second half of Dragon Slaying. Here's the original description I posted with it:)

This is a children's rhyme sung by the dragons in the northern reaches, who live in a matriarchal society in which males are subservient to females. Both sexes spend most of their time in the nude, and as a result sexuality is in no way taboo in northern dragon culture. The male gonads, in particular, are seen more as playthings than anything else: females are taught from a young age to kick, punch, slap, and otherwise abuse the testicles of males for their own amusement and pleasure.

The rhyme below is about ballbusting in general, but it's also more specifically about mating. During the northern dragon mating ceremony, one of the male's testicles is popped, to show his dedication to the female and to prove that he has not been mated before (if he had, he'd only have one nut left). This is often a long, drawn-out process, with the female abusing her male's balls over several days until she finally takes mercy and destroys one, consummating the mateship. If the male is ever unfaithful, the female is entitled to crush his remaining nut as she pleases and thus leave him a eunuch, unable to mate again.

Dragon gonads, make him squeal!
Stomp 'em flat beneath your heel!
Watch him quivering in pain
As he tries so hard in vain
To save those precious dragon eggs
That hang defenseless 'twixt his legs.
Crush those fragile orbs once more
and listen to his frantic roar!
His dragonhood is black and blue,
so pop a nut! He wants you to.

Squeeze those orbs between your claws,
or chew them: use those mighty jaws
and show him what those teeth are for!
Drop that dragon to the floor!
Bash his aching balls around
until he crumples to the ground,
then swat those orbs a solid smack,
or slam a kick into his sack.
Just crush those unprotected jewels
and listen how that dragon mewls.

Smash a gonad into paste!
But pop 'em both? No, that's a waste.
It's better still to leave him one,
so he'll remember all the fun
that you had bashing up his nut:
the ache deep in his scaly gut
as his ball cracked beneath your blows
and finally burst between your toes.
His gonad flattened with a 'splat':
I promise he'll remember that!

And that way he'll still have one orb:
one swollen sphere left to absorb
a female's slaps and stomps and knees,
her brutal kick and vicious squeeze.
He still can help a dragoness
relieve some of her pent-up stress
by offering his tender egg
for her to squish and make him beg.
Even with one nut, just one kick
can make the strongest dragon sick.

But if he ever goes astray
and gets horny while you're away
and blows a load on some girl's tits
he can say goodbye to his bits.
Just grab his ball and do your worst
until you feel that gonad burst!
Bite and swallow in one gulp,
or grind his nut into a pulp.
Let him know his dragonhood
has finally been destroyed for good.

Every male dragon has his junk:
those dragonmakers full of spunk
that dangle so defenselessly,
just waiting for a female's knee.
So slam your foot into his stones
and listen to his tortured moans.
A male's proper place, you see
is curled double in agony,
so watch now as that dragon falls,
your toeclaws buried in his balls.

[Ren]

Newest find:
http://thumbnails55.imagebam.com/20185/59dfb2201841750.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/59dfb2201841750)

[Mythical Pain]

Hehe, I remember that lion pic. I always liked the look on his face. Thanks for posting it, Ren!

Lately I'm thinking I might write up another little quickie story, maybe Melissa sleeping over at Sarah's house...getting pestered by Sarah's little brother...and taking turns giving those little lion nards a few good knees, hehehe.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Hehe, I remember that lion pic. I always liked the look on his face. Thanks for posting it, Ren!

Lately I'm thinking I might write up another little quickie story, maybe Melissa sleeping over at Sarah's house...getting pestered by Sarah's little brother...and taking turns giving those little lion nards a few good knees, hehehe.



Dragon, dragon, dragon; please, please, please!

[Mythical Pain]

Dragon, dragon, dragon; please, please, please!

I'll take that to mean you'd enjoy seeing the two main yet scarcely glimpsed female chars from Sleeping Bag Game taking turns jamming their knees into a nerdy younger lion's nuts. ::Grins::

Melissa's been in a few other stories obviously, but it'll be the first time I've really described Sarah.

...Suffice to say...she might be nice and gentle and curious about James...but when it's her brother bothering her she's definitely got a bigger mean streak...especially when Melissa's around!

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

I'll take that to mean you'd enjoy seeing the two main yet scarcely glimpsed female chars from Sleeping Bag Game taking turns jamming their knees into a nerdy younger lion's nuts. ::Grins::

Melissa's been in a few other stories obviously, but it'll be the first time I've really described Sarah.

...Suffice to say...she might be nice and gentle and curious about James...but when it's her brother bothering her she's definitely got a bigger mean streak...especially when Melissa's around!



Most amusing, sir!

Of course, you know that I need the next instalment of The Dragon in the Dungeon!

[Mythical Pain]

Most amusing, sir!

Of course, you know that I need the next instalment of The Dragon in the Dungeon!

Very good to hear you're desperate for something I wrote! ::Grins:: This installment has been kicking my butt. I've only just finished the rough draft, so, it may be another week or two before I actually get it posted.

[Mythical Pain]

Quick! Someone write a furry related ballbusting story! Hehe.

I hope to have the next edition of DitD up at SoFurry this coming weekend.

I keep meaning to write some ballbusting quicky stories for this site, too, just haven't gotten around to it lately. Tons of ideas, though.

Need to write a good one with a human girl busting a feral, non-anthro dragon real bad, too.

[Gugle H.]

Need to write a good one with a human girl busting a feral, non-anthro dragon real bad, too.

Yes, that would be great :) Just ballbusting, no real story (not that I dislike stories with a good story), maybe one or two poppings at the end^^

[beaktooth]

Here's a nice kneeing I found by accident.
Doing a Google Image search for 'furry ballbusting' is mostly stuff I've seen already, but a surprise or two here and there.

[SagaDC]

That's a gorgeous picture, Beaktooth. I missed the whole MLP craze, but pictures like this one are bringing me around. :P

[beaktooth]

Glad you like, SagaDC
You want to know what's funny, that pic scored 6 when I put it on e621. Most furs hate cbt and cbt pics get negative scores. My Little Pony, don't question the power :}

[Mythical Pain]

Here's a nice kneeing I found by accident.
Doing a Google Image search for 'furry ballbusting' is mostly stuff I've seen already, but a surprise or two here and there.

Don't care at all about my little pony...but love seeing a scrawny canine get a good knee in the puppy makers! Awesome pic!

[Mythical Pain]

FYI, for those interested, Installment Five is up on SF!

[frieder2]

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http://e621.net/post/show/40526/1996-ball_fondling-balls-big_breasts-breasts-eric_
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[/QUOTE]

WOW ... she is exactly like my wife. :bananad:

[darkwing]

...
http://e621.net/post/show/40526/1996-ball_fondling-balls-big_breasts-breasts-eric_
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WOW ... she is exactly like my wife. :bananad:[/quote]
That's a good one.
Here's another from the same artist:
http://e621.net/post/show/38261/ball_fondling-ball_sucking-balls-big_breasts-breas

[jabby]

FYI, for those interested, Installment Five is up on SF!

Excellent story as always MP! I especially like the fight at the end. You managed to keep the dragons looking powerful while making the humans out to be smart enough to be a credible threat. Sex scenes were great as usual too. Congrats!

If I had to criticize, I would say the ballbusting threats/references are starting to hurt the believability of the characters a little. I mean I love ballbusting, but its pretty unlikely that it would come up in conversation as much as it does. The bits are also too short to really be erotic, so it just feels a little ******.

Personally I would either save the ballbusting for some decently long scenes, add in some more sexy lines (aimed at boobs, dicks etc) to balance them out, or just go balls out and write some characters as having a testicle/ballbusting fetish.

A minor thing anyway. Personally while dragon in the dungeon is a great read, I am really looking forward to another of your ballbusting shorts. Any chance we could get a sneak preview of what the next one is about?

[jorge123]

Sorry, I am new in this site. Where is the story

[Mythical Pain]

Yes, that would be great :) Just ballbusting, no real story (not that I dislike stories with a good story), maybe one or two poppings at the end^^

Hehe we'll see! I'm not as into popping as some people are...I tend to prefer my dragons to keep their toys intact, so the women can bust them again later lol.


Excellent story as always MP! I especially like the fight at the end. You managed to keep the dragons looking powerful while making the humans out to be smart enough to be a credible threat. Sex scenes were great as usual too. Congrats!

If I had to criticize, I would say the ballbusting threats/references are starting to hurt the believability of the characters a little. I mean I love ballbusting, but its pretty unlikely that it would come up in conversation as much as it does. The bits are also too short to really be erotic, so it just feels a little ******.

Personally I would either save the ballbusting for some decently long scenes, add in some more sexy lines (aimed at boobs, dicks etc) to balance them out, or just go balls out and write some characters as having a testicle/ballbusting fetish.

A minor thing anyway. Personally while dragon in the dungeon is a great read, I am really looking forward to another of your ballbusting shorts. Any chance we could get a sneak preview of what the next one is about?

Thanks so much! Yeah, I wanted to make it clear that while smaller then some my imagine them, the dragons of my world can still lay a lot of humans to waste. And also that the humans can and do occassionally bring them down, using intelligent tactics...or sheer luck, lol.

Also wanted to make it clear that back in his day, Val was a real badass. Shows how far he's fallen when he ends up holding a raggedly old fur to his snout after having his nose split open by a whip later in life...

Of course...push him too far...well, we'll see if we get to that in later installments, hehe.

As far as ballbusting references, hehe, I think people on this site tend to pick up on those more then anyone else...most of the fans I've gained with this story series haven't made mention of them at all. Obviously, people here know I'm into that and so are they, so they pick up on them a bit more then others!

Plus, when I write fantasy I hope to try and publish some day...I gotta leave most of that stuff out. So I like to squeeze it into a story where I don't have to censor myself at all! ::Grins::

As for the next ballbusting-based short story...I don't know! Have a few ideas in mind. For a little while I was really into the idea of Melissa sleeping over at Sarah, the lioness's house...and having the two of them kick and knee Sarah's nerdy brother max right in his furry little kitten-makers hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Sorry, I am new in this site. Where is the story

Welcome to the site! If you're talking about my dragon story, it's posted on SoFurry.com and Furaffinity.com as well. It's basically a fantasy novel, but I've also shared it with some of the fans of the stories I wrote for this site, too. It does have a few ball busts in it, but they're scattered and not the focus.

If you're looking for my short stories featuring anthros/furries getting knocked in the nuts, they're scattered throughout this thread. If I get a chance to look up what pages they're on I'll post some links.

If someone else finds them first and posts links that'd be great!

[toybag_cellphone]

As far as ballbusting references, hehe, I think people on this site tend to pick up on those more then anyone else...most of the fans I've gained with this story series haven't made mention of them at all. Obviously, people here know I'm into that and so are they, so they pick up on them a bit more then others!

Dissenting opinion: Those are my favorite parts. In fact:

"Korvarak scrunched his snout. 'No! And thank the Gods they dont! Though...I'd let you harness them, if you wanted...'

'Oh?' Nary lifted her eye ridges a little, grinning. 'Into that, are you?'"

Is my favorite part so far, period.

[Mythical Pain]

Dissenting opinion: Those are my favorite parts. In fact:

"Korvarak scrunched his snout. 'No! And thank the Gods they dont! Though...I'd let you harness them, if you wanted...'

'Oh?' Nary lifted her eye ridges a little, grinning. 'Into that, are you?'"

Is my favorite part so far, period.

HAH! I'd forgotten those lines. Awesome. At some point I'll be doing a bunch of "out take" stories, I think, basically sexual or kinky scenes that don't fit into the regular frame work of the story. In some instances they're thinks that actually may have occurred "off screen" as it were. In other cases they're things that didn't actually happen, and won't actually happen, but some fans have requested seeing.

I may have to add...

Nary "harnesses" Kor's balls to that list, lol.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

FYI, for those interested, Installment Five is up on SF!


Highly recommended!

[darkwing]

This one is not so bad either - He's either in pain or enjoying it
http://e621.net/post/show/1121/ball_fondling-ball_sucking-balls-bdsm-bondage-boun

[beaktooth]

Those eyes
http://e621.net/post/show/245821
Stay classy, San Diego

[poiu]

Ooh, I like the last two pics :)

This ain't much, but it's better than nothing: I wrote a couple of paragraphs in response to a suggestive pic (https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=288046) that FellArts posted recently (also worth a look). So enjoy a bit of Nidoqueen busting Mienshao for no particular reason :P



She really had no idea why – or how – he was still managing to climb to his feet. That last kick had made a dozen even: twelve times that the Mienshao had sunk to the ground wailing, hands clasped between his legs. Each time, it took him longer to stop moaning, longer to climb to his feet, longer to give the OK. And although it was difficult to tell without a hands-on inspection, the Nidoqueen had the distinct impression that the poor orbs between his legs were not nearly as round as they had been at the start.

“Again,” the male croaked.

And with a shake of her head, the female obeyed, driving her foot up between his legs with yet another vicious Mega Kick. Toes met testicles with all the gentle tenderness of a freight train, the poor eggs flattened to a fraction of their usual plumpness. The Nidoqueen noted with some satisfaction that she had managed to lift him off the ground with the force of the kick, supporting her partner only by his gonads. That made three times in a row.

As expected, the Mienshao let out a squawk, eyes rolling back into his head. His paws had begun moving towards his groin even as the female’s leg was still swinging upwards, and now, as he crumpled into the fetal position, they clutched at the swollen spuds that made him male, trying and failing to soothe their terrible ache. Agony racked his frame and a bit of drool escaped his mouth, his body shaking from the overload. Oh fuck, the pain! For a while, a part of him had almost liked it – the dull smack as foot met groin; the way her tits bounced as he collapsed to his knees. But then she’d really splattered his left nut somewhere around kick #10, and now each kick made it feel like it was splitting along a seam.

For the third time (or was it the fourth?), he checked, letting out a mental exhale as he found his spunkmaker still intact. Still – at this rate, it was just a matter of time before the poor thing went pop. But did it matter? Was he sterile already? Didn’t he only need one, anyway?

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, the Mienshao ****** himself to his hands and knees. It could be any kick now. He wondered if the Nidoqueen realized how close she was to turning his plums into pudding. Whether she’d stop if she knew, or continue on prupose.

Another few moments and he was on his feet, legs spread, staring straight into her eyes.

“Again,” the male repeated, a quiver in his voice.

[poiu]

I'm currently writing a series of (very) short blurbs about Pokemon BB/the Underground League, based on people's requests. Most of 'em are collected on FurAffinity (http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3833490/). If you'd like one of your own:

- Name a pair of Pokemon for an Underground League battle
- Add a few more details if you want (names, attacks, characteristics)
- I'll write you a paragraph or two of some poor 'mon getting his balls bashed around
- Make sure to specify which character is which gender! (I'll even do M/M if you want, though I'd greatly prefer F/M.)

Note that I'm gonna write pretty exclusively about (a) sex and (b) ballbusting, and not any other kinks. And while I'm happy to write in a blunt-force pop or two, I'll decline requests for the more bloody and/or surgical parts of CBT (cutting, etc). If you've seen it in one of my stories before, it's fair game; beyond that please be reasonable.

Just wanted to let y'all know!

[SagaDC]

I've been working on this one for a while, based loosely on an RPed scene I had a few years back. Took me a while to work up the nerve to post it. It's too long and more than a little self-indulgent. :P

Rhaelyn is a humanoid panther. Kari is a quadrupedal eagle/lion-based gryphon.



Rhaelyn glanced furtively over his shoulder, panting for breath as he took a moment to recover his wits. His whiskers twitched ever so slightly as he surveyed the thick forest around him, his cloak gathered about him and his dagger clutched tightly in his hand. As he had feared, the wild chase had gotten him hopelessly lost in the frozen woods. Rubbing at his muzzle, his ears twitched back as he tried to clear his head, and he silently cursed himself for ever having thought that the gryphons might seriously entertain the notion of diplomatic relations with the catfolk.

The panther quietly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the soft crunch of the freshly fallen snow bringing him back to the present. Ears abruptly perked, his gaze dipped as he peered at the ground. Turning about, he could see now that he had left a clear trail through the forest, something that he had not at all anticipated. After all, he hailed from a tropical paradise, and the mountainous realm of the gryphons was almost arctic in some regions.

Licking his muzzle, the air hazy as heat radiated off of him, he was trying to formulate a new plan when he heard the flutter of wings. Head jerking upward, he could just barely make out the silhouette of a hulking gryphon some two-hundred feet back, no doubt following the freshly churned snow he had left in his wake.

Rhaelyn froze, his dark green cloak settling about his lithe frame, black tailtip flicking ever so slightly as he let his instincts take over. It was only one of the feathered beasts, after all. Surely he, a trained mage and relatively accomplished shortblade fighter could handle those odds - especially when the element of surprise was on his side. He quickly darted into the brush, and he began to quietly double back roughly parallel to the trail he had just left.

Crouched, the panther waited patiently until the heavy pawsteps of the gryphon could be heard moving past him. Licking over one of his sharper teeth, Rhaelyn steeled himself, mustering his nerve before abruptly leaping out from his place of concealment to /throw/ himself at the creature!

The gryphon was startled, to say the least, and had the Panther his wits about him, he might have even realized that she seemed hesitant on how to respond to this sudden rush. After all, Kira was a rogue tracker - a gryphon who had turned her back on the barbaric customs of her kinfolk, instead living on the outskirts of more civilized territories where she made a living by taking on the jobs that no sane Beastkin would take. Trying to hunt down a catfolk diplomat suicidal enough to venture into gryphon territory, for example.

Kira stood frozen, dumbfounded for a moment by the panther's attack, but she was shocked out of it as the catfolk's blade bit into her flank. Her beak gaped, eartufts flattened against her skull as she ****** herself into motion. She didn't want to injure the panicked panther, but she also wasn't keen on being stabbed again, so the gryphon reflexively tensed before her muscles rippled with her movement, her body bucking and her leoning hindlegs kicking viciously back at the catfolk to bat him away.

Rhaelyn staggered under the unexpected impact, unused to fighting a quadrupedal opponent. He grunted as one of the hen's massive hindpaws glanced against his forearm, twisting his wrist and sending his blade spinning through the air. A curse welled in his throat, only to abruptly find itself replaced with a low mewl of agony as Kira's other hindpaw inadvertantly founda more solid point of impact... namely, his crotch.

The blow was forceful enough to send the panther stumbling back several feet before he lost his footing entirely, dropping to one knee. Suddenly breathless, Rhaelyn gasped for air as he felt a sharp pain lancing through his lower abdomen, only to be quickly replaced by a sickening nausea as his brain caught up with the events that had just transpired.

Vague memories percolated in the back of his brain, his thoughts drifting back to the time he had been kneed in the balls by an irritated tigress mercenary, but this was worse - not as bad as that time he had gotten on the wrong side of a centaur filly, but still bad. Only the rush of adrenaline was keeping him from collapsing on the spot.

Kira panted a bit herself, slightly disoriented by the brief exchange of hostilities. Her wings flared wide, to help her twist entirely about, her beak clacking angrily and her eyes glinting with menace.

"You idiot!" The words rolled off of her tongue with inexpert phrasing, but she was sure that the panther would get the message. The catfolk language required the use of a few muscles that she didn't have, but years of practice had allowed her to gain at least some degree of mastery. "What in the gods names is wrong with you?"

The panther sucked in another harsh gulp of air, his ears skewed back against his head and his eyes watering as he took in the scene. The lingering pain was slowly receding, so Rhaelyn grit his teeth and ****** himself back up to his feet. He didn't recognize the gryphon that had waylaid him, but it looked dangerous enough. Still, it only stood about ten or so hands high at the shoulders - some of the drakes that had been chasing him earlier in the day had rivaled the size of a horse. Flexing his wrist, he hissed slightly as the bruised muscles protested the movement. He glanced to his other hand, at the glittering red stone mounted on his smallest finger, spitting with misguided defiance. "Didn't expect me to defend myself?" He snarled. "Well you're in for a fight, beast."

Kira grunted, her glittering eyes rolling melodramatically as the sheer stupidity of the entire situation washed over her. She took a careful step forward, her talons digging into the dirt and snow as she carefully approached the injured male. Her brain was on high alert, wary of the panther's movements despite the loss of his blade. He still had claws, after all. Granted, they were short compared to her own, but they were still sharp enough to warrant caution.

"Look, I'm not here to- HEY!" Kira's voice spiked upward into a surprised shriek as the catfolk seemingly conjured a sudden gout of fire from thin air. Wide-eyed, she shrank back onto her haunches, head low as she tried to shield her face with her forelimbs. The heat washed across her body, wiping away the chill of the winter air and filling the air with the stink of seared fur and feathers.

The gryphon shut her eyes tight, trying to blot out the heat and light, but when she opened them again the world was filled with white and red blurs. She coughed as the flame was followed by a gout of smoke, but her keen ears picked out the sound of rapid footfalls against now-sodden dirt. Squinting, she picked out the blurry outline of the irritating catfolk, apparently following up the display of pyrotechnics with a full frontal charge.

Kira tensed anew, ready to repulse the charge as best she could. Her first impulse was to lash out at the feline with her talons, but she quickly quelled that thought. Like most gryphons, her forelimbs were more bird-like than cat-like from the elbow-down, her long and boney fingers each capped with a lethal black claw that could gouge through steel. She was fairly certain that a single swipe would be enough to disembowl the panther, and she didn't want him dead. Not yet, anyway. He was pushing it, though.

She readied her beak, instead, but again she was ****** to reconsider. Her beak was eagle-like, designed to rip and tear her meals into smaller chunks. If anything, biting the panther would be even messier and more fatal than hacking into him with her claws would be. Kira coughed again, trying to clear her throat for another appeal to the catfolk's sanity, only to suddenly find herself beseiged by a clumsy blows. The panther had found a fallen branch to assail her with, and was flailing her in a spirited but ineffectual manner.

Beak clenched tight, eyes still blurry, Kira decided that enough was enough. She planted her foreclaws planted against the ground, rocking her body back onto her haunches as she tried to build up as much momentum as possible. One eye stayed open just enough to keep her on target as the hen jerked her head upward powerfully to bring the flat of her beak up between the startled biped's thighs.

An audible 'THUMP' could be heard as the hen's unyielding beak struck firmly, impacting with enough force to knock the panther right up onto his toes and then into the air. Suddenly finding himself airborn, Rhaelyn uttered a pitched and unabashed yowl of pain as he felt his still-aching jewels crushed up into his unyielding pelvis. For a split second, the male's unfortunate gonads were crushed flat as his mass resisted being displaced, but then just as quickly he found himself hurled back against a mound of snow several feet distant.

Rhaelyn's muzzle twisted up, his lip curling back as he was wracked with renewed pain. To him, it felt like someone had swung a warhammer up into his kitten-makers, and his hands were already curled desperately against his badly bruised nethers as he tried to choke down another heartfelt groan. The impact had been white-hot agony, but the aftermath was a pit of unadulterated misery somewhere deep in his gut as his abused balls howled their protest at the unacceptable manner in which they were being treated.

The panther's brain screamed at him, telling him to clamber back to his feet, to find another weapon and defend himself, but the rest of his body disagreed. With a pitiable whimper, the male folded instead, half-curling as he cradled his genitals in a vain attempt to knead them back to some semblance of health.

Kira pushed herself back to her feet, shaking her head as she took a brief moment to recover. Her eyes were clearing now, but her skin was burned beneath her singed fur. Her warrior instincts took over, and in three measured breaths the hen was poised and alert, one eye fixed on the huddled catfolk. Kira was a little concerned that she had seriously wounded the male, but a small part of her brain was reveling in the panther's obvious agony. That predatory part of her pushed for a swift and final finish to the battle, but Kira drew in another deep breath for good measure, shaking her head again as if to shed herself of those thoughts.

Instead, the female left the panther to his misery for a moment, settling back onto her haunches as she outstretched her wings. Even before they had reached their full span, Kira could feel a sinking sensation, and a brief inspection confirmed her concern. She hadn't been seriously injured by the panther's magic, but her feathers had been damaged badly enough to keep her from flying for at least a few days.

The gryphon ambled over to the cringing male, her wings refolding neatly against her back as she watched Rhaelyn with a hunter's patience. He probably wasn't in any shape to listen to her, so she decided to give him a moment to recover, but it was certainly turning into a long moment. Kira's talons drummed lightly against the snow as she studied the panther's twisted face and listened to his shallow, gasping breaths. Was it really THAT painful? Sure, she had given it her all when she had hit him, but she had been careful not to tear into his flesh.

Kira watched for a moment longer, and then another, and then another, until it became obvious that the male was dragging things out. The corners of the hen's beaked maw tugged upward a bit, in a wry grin as she came to the conclusion that the panther must be overacting just for her benefit. Perhaps he was planning to catch her off-guard again, or maybe he was just buying time for another spell. Best to curtail that.

The hen planted one taloned hand against the male's shoulder, forcefully unfolding his body and pushing him roughly back against the snow. Stepping up over him, Kira flattened her hand against the male's chest to pin him to the ground. For a brief second, the panther's pained expression vanished as he recognized his predicament, and his eyes flicked over to his good hand again.

"No," the hen croaked, firmly. Her free hand pressed down on the male's forearm before he could move it, and she leaned her weight into it until she could hear the bones of his wrist grinding beneath her. Her throat was still raw from the smoke she had inhaled, and the crisp winter air wasn't helping the matter. She could see the gears turning in Rhaelyn's head as he pondered on how to escape her hold, and Kira tried to offer as disarming a smile as her sharp beak could manage. If anything her gaped grin made things worse, because she could already feel the panther tensing beneath her for another foolhardy attempt at escape.

"No." She was a bit more pointed this time, her smile disappearing as the hen eased one heavy hindpaw forward onto the male's crotch. She was a little surprised as she settled her padded footpaw onto the warmth of the male's genitals, finding the footing tenuous at best. She must have really done a number on him down there, because she could almost feel the swollen bits and pieces squashing and rolling underfoot as she tried to apply a bit of pressure as a warning.

It seemed to have the desired effect, at least, because Rhaelyn went a bit pale. Granted it was hard to see through his fur, but she could see the blood drain a bit from his ears, and his pupils dilated a bit as he realized the new problem he was facing. Again, that little predatory piece of Kira's brain spoke up, strengthened by the almost tangible stink of fear that was radiating from the unfortunate catfolk. Goaded on by that little voice, Kira arched her brows, offering a little rolling shrug of her shoulders as she bore down a bit harder on the feline's precious cargo.

Rhaelyn was breathless all over again, his world going white for a moment as the firm pressure was enough to briefly render him blind with pain. His brain was screaming bloody murder, and his nerves were screaming almost as loudly as his swollen orbs were slowly being crushed between the female's grinding paw and the packed snow beneath him. His winter clothes weren't providing much of a relief, given the circumstances, and within a few long seconds of this treatment his jaw was gaped and his tongue lolling out dumbly.

Kira perked an ear slightly, brows arched further as she watched the male suddenly go through what she could only describe as convulsions. A little pressure was enough to goad this kind of reaction from the troublesome catfolk? She planted her forelimbs a bit more firmly, keeping the male planted firmly against the snow as he writhed and mewled. Ah, yes, that sound had caught her attention. It was a sound not unlike that of a newborn gryphlet, and it seemed out of place coming from the throat of the dusky-black pantherkin.

The hen found herself breathing a bit harder, and this realization was enough to startle her. Was she really this excited by the panther's suffering? She considered that for a moment, gently easing her hindpaw off of his swollen genitals for a few seconds until she heard the male's mewling take on a somewhat relieved pitch. Licking along the edge of her beak with her nimble tongue, Kira drew in a deep breath before easing her weight back onto that hindpaw, reveling in the feel of those squishy spheres rolling under her foot.

Kira slowly exhaled again, surprised at the sensation that was creeping into her own loins. She could distinctly feel each of the male's testicles beneath the thick pads of her footpaw, now, trapped as they were between the snow and her foot. The hen shifted her hindpaw a bit, her powerful toes flexing as he carefully probed over the male's loose winter clothes. As she pushed her foot up a bit, she could feel the male's limp manhood, and a bit of probing pushed it flat against his abdomen.

Panting just softly, Kira uttered a soft gasp of surprise as she found that the panther's cock was hard! Not rock hard, but definitely enough to provide some definition against the pads of her feet. The gryphon glanced to the male's face again, but was a bit disappointed to find that he had slipped into some kind of semi-conscious state. 'Just as well,' she thought to herself. She was more than a little tired of his struggling. After all, she was here to help him! Oh, wait... she was here to help him, wasn't she.

With a twinge of guilt, Kira suddenly remembered just why she had stalked this stupid panther halfway across the Hinterfeather Mountain Range. She had been hired by the panther's family to fetch him and bring him back alive. The hen cleared her throat, suddenly a bit worried about just how far she had pushed things. Her tongue flicked along the edge of her beak thoughtfully as her mind raced, and she was finally ****** into action as she saw the panther rousing some.

Eartufts perked, the hen repositioned herself above the male, keeping one hand planted over the panther's good arm to keep him from throwing around more spells. Shooting a glance downward between her own body and Rhaelyn's, Kira quickly debated the pros and cons of her positioning, and then eased her hindpaw back onto the male's crotch. Wriggling her toes, she carefully seperated his balls away from his body, her breathing quickened just a step as she resumed her prior threatening posture with just a bit more glee than necessary. They felt larger than they were before, as if they had swollen up a bit over the past several minutes.

"So... are you ready to talk this out?" Kira tried to keep her voice as sweet and pleasant as possible, although it was still just a bit grating to the panther's ears. "I reaaaaaally don't want to have to tenderize you any further." Her voice was almost playful, now, her earlier annoyance completely evaporating as she toyed with her prey.

Rhaelyn groaned softly, blinking furiously as he tried to clear his eyes. The fur of his cheeks was matted and wet, his harsh breathing spitting clouds of steam into the air with each gasping breath. The chill snow at his back had just now begun to leech through his clothing, and the cold was doing it's best to speed him back to full consciousness - although lower, it seemed to be doing it's best to numb the explosive pain in his delicates.

The panther opened his muzzle, trying to respond to Kira's teasing query. Something spiteful, perhaps? Defiant? Maybe he really did intend to finally cooperate with her, and talk things out? It was hard to say, since he only managed to utter another inarticulate groan. It was all he could do to focus on anything other than the twin spheres of pain that were crushed up somewhere between his legs.

"Yes, yes, I know. It hurts. I mean, it looks like it hurts. Does it?" The gryphon did her best to stifle a faint giggle that was creeping into the edge of her voice. Her head cocked a bit, and the hen patiently waited for the panther's reply.

"W-... what...?" Rhaelyn barely managed to put the word together, and the piercing ache in his groin was quickly being joined by a splitting pain in his head. The rest of his body quickly joined in on the conspiracy, and his whole body begin to ache in tandem. His bumps and bruises were the dull background pain, the soft burning in his chest of greater concern, and the constant ache at his crotch was his biggest concern of all. He shifted just a bit, but was alarmed to find that he was firmly pinned against the cold ground.

His first impulse was to reach down and cradle his genitals. A natural reaction, of course, but not the best one given his position. At the very least, Rhaelyn had to acknowledge that there was an entire gryphon in the way. His second impulse was to use his ring again - to focus his will through it, and to charbroil the creature that seemed so intent on tormenting him. But no, a feeble attempt to shift his left arm was met by a renewed pressure against his gonads. His lips curled back, hissing with pain as it felt like his swollen balls were caught in a vice.

"No!" Kira leaned in close this time, her beak almost pressed right up to the panther's muzzle as she looked him right in the eye. Her talons ground firmly against his left arm, keeping it firmly pinned, her hindpaw pressing down against his trapped orbs just enough to remind him where they were. Her hindclaws - smaller than her forward talons but still quite sharp - pricked at his flesh as they dug into the cloth of his pants.

Rhaelyn gasped harshly, renewed agony dancing up and down his every nerve for a split second. Still, the chill of the snow was definitely deadening his balls to the constant torment, so it wasn't quite as devastating as the gryphon might have been expecting. The panther tried to wrestle his breathing back under control, and he steeled himself. He had one chance to turn things back in his favor. It was a long shot, but he couldn't imagine a single fate worse than being at the mercy of an obviously sadistic feathered fiend.

To the hen, it looked as if the panther had finally learned his lesson. He settled back against the snow, his body untensing as he went a bit limp beneath her. Brightening at this evident show of cooperation, Kira straightened up a bit as she beamed. "So, I guess we can-"

And the panther struck! His loose hand curled into a balled fist, and his arm swung up in a wild strike. He plastered the blow against the gryphon's beak, inciting a startled yelp from her as she reared back - more surprised than injured. Her weight shifted back as she reflexively pulled away from the blow, her taloned forelimbs lifting away from his body and her bulk settling onto her firmly braced hindpaws.

And just like that, the panther went wide-eyed, cross-eyed, and then passed out cold in swift succession.

Kira looked surprised for a moment, but then swift realization dawned. Grimacing a bit, she planted her hands back against the snow, trying to shift her weight off of the male's testicles as quickly and gingerly as possible. The hen was relatively small for one of her species, but she was still easily twenty stone, and she wasn't sure how durable a catfolk's nethers were supposed to be. As it was, it had felt a bit like the time she had accidentally trodden on a snail and it had cracked underfoot - or perhaps like that time those odd furless travelers had tried to teach her how to make wine, which apparently involved crushing grapes underfoot.

The hen backed away, her guilt only intensifying as she spied the hapless male's testicles firmly pressed down into a six-inch deep, hindpaw-shaped depression in the snow. The entire crotch of his pants had been torn out, although the lack of blood seemed to imply that she hadn't broken the skin. Still... his sac was clearly swollen and distended, and swelling even further as she watched.

"So, uh..." Kira leaned forward, gingerly trying to push the *********** male's swollen testes back into his pants with limited success. "... we're just going to say, um... that I found you like this, okay? Okay."

Kira swallowed hard, peering about to make sure that she was alone in the frigid woods. Clacking her beak once or twice, nervously, she quickly set about dragging the panther over her back. "Hf... so, I guess I'll just carry you, then. I guess you deserve that much, at least."

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

It's too long and more than a little self-indulgent.


I disagree, SageDC, this is an excellent tale, one that deserves a few more paragraphs to describe the victims awakening.

[SagaDC]

I appreciate the feedback, Alec. As I've said before, folks like Poiu and Mythical are fantastic writers, so it took me a while to muster up the nerve to toss my hat into the ring. I'm glad that you liked it.

I agree that the end came rather abruptly - that marks the moment where I realized that I was getting a bit carried away with what had started as a short story. I've got a bit more that I trimmed off of the end, but I might try to turn that into a second installment

[Jayfeathers stick]

Hi I'm new and I love the story's here they are great! Keep writing please!:)

[Jayfeathers stick]

MP you are a fantastic writer

[SagaDC]

Bleh, I killed the thread. Sorry guys. :P

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

I appreciate the feedback, Alec. As I've said before, folks like Poiu and Mythical are fantastic writers, so it took me a while to muster up the nerve to toss my hat into the ring. I'm glad that you liked it.

I agree that the end came rather abruptly - that marks the moment where I realized that I was getting a bit carried away with what had started as a short story. I've got a bit more that I trimmed off of the end, but I might try to turn that into a second installment


I, for one, would love to know this creature’s reaction when he returns to consciousness.

[beaktooth]

Bleh, I killed the thread. Sorry guys. :P

Bah, the thread is just sleeping.... :}
Your story was great, from the opening teabag of doom down to snowballs at the end, heheh

I really need to write stuff here as well... just have no time these days, feh.

[Jayfeathers stick]

Hi I'm new and I like this thread better than any other thread

[Jayfeathers stick]

Mythical pain I love your stories

[Mythical Pain]

I've been working on this one for a while, based loosely on an RPed scene I had a few years back. Took me a while to work up the nerve to post it. It's too long and more than a little self-indulgent. :P

Rhaelyn is a humanoid panther. Kari is a quadrupedal eagle/lion-based gryphon.


Brilliant! ::Happy clap!:: So glad to see another person here contribute some new writing! And a gryphon and a panther, too, nice new species.

I really enjoyed it quite a lot! Thanks so much for sharing. Would definitely enjoy seeing more!

[Mythical Pain]

Mythical pain I love your stories

Thanks very much!

[beaktooth]

One of the benefits of fixing tags on e621.

https://e621.net/post/show/254579/
Lots of promise here. Wouldn't mind seeing her set the hook and reeling him in. Maybe that's on the second page, which isn't up yet.

https://e621.net/post/show/199369/
Ouch. Maybe there is more in the comic, I'll read it sometime

https://e621.net/post/show/134960/
Looks like fun for everybody.

That's it for now... don't say I never give you anything! :}

[Gugle H.]

Some more dragon ********** here...
http://www.e621.net/post/show/255297/askatrash-balls-bdsm-blood-bondage-bound-breasts-c
Furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/8996564/

[Ren]

More ponies: http://e621.net/data/90/02/90028192d436820a1398604f9bc8f1cf.png

I wish there was enough content for a whole pony thread, but mlp+ballbusting combination is extremely rare even online. Cutesy creatures, those shouldn't even be sexualized in the first place, getting their nuts smashed is just SO entertaining in a multitude of ways!

[Mythical Pain]

This poor dragon is in a lot of trouble...but that elf girl seems to be enjoying herself.

http://e621.net/post/show/253477/balls-bdsm-bondage-bound-breasts-cock_and_ball_tor

[Mythical Pain]

For those interested, the latest DItD is up. Bring some tissues.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

For those interested, the latest DItD is up. Bring some tissues.

READ IT, if you dare!

[careballs]

For those interested, the latest DItD is up. Bring some tissues.

that website has the absolute worst UI i have ever seen on the whole www. the search is completely broken, and there is no link to your stories in your profile. is there a reason you like to post your stories on that site?

[leofalchi]

that website has the absolute worst UI i have ever seen on the whole www. the search is completely broken, and there is no link to your stories in your profile. is there a reason you like to post your stories on that site?

I had the same issue at first. It works a lot better once you set the content level to be displayed as "extreme". You have to go in settings (on the upper right) then in account -> content level

[Mythical Pain]

that website has the absolute worst UI i have ever seen on the whole www. the search is completely broken, and there is no link to your stories in your profile. is there a reason you like to post your stories on that site?

Ah, sorry you're having trouble with it. I actually quite like that site. Once you're used too it, and more importantly signed into your own account with the settings set to display all levels of content...it's actually quite intuitive.

But since you you asked...The main reason I post my stories there is because I have far, far more people who read my stories there then all the other sites I post on put together. I have over 500+ Watchers on that site now, and the original installment of DitD has 215 or so Favs now, and the most recent installment has already have 38 "Favs" and over 1,000 views since I posted it Saturday night. But I know I've fans on other sites too so I make sure and spread the love, hehe.

And in fact, there is actually is a link to my stories directly on my profile. However, that link and the folders that contain my stories won't appear if you're not signed in, or if your profile isn't updated to allow Extreme Content. I set all of my stories to "Extreme" because of the high levels of sexual content, and in the war scenes, violence and gore.

I believe by default, user accounts are only set to allow "All Ages" submissions. So you need to set it to allow Extreme.

It's also geared so that if users are not signed in, or do not have an account, it's much harder to find things through the sight.

When you're signed in and your account settings are set to allow extreme you should have no trouble finding my stuff. My profile has a "Stories" Link on the left hand side, which will then give you a list of all the Folders of my Stories.

DitD should be easy to find. But if you're not signed in, or not allowing extreme, the folder will either not appear or all, or appear to be empty.

Hope that helps! If you need a direct link to the story, let me know and I'll PM you one.

[SagaDC]

Spotted a couple more during my latest internet crawl.

http://www.furaffinity.net/full/3157873/ (F/M)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9011735/ (F/M)

[Mythical Pain]

Spotted a couple more during my latest internet crawl.

http://www.furaffinity.net/full/3157873/ (F/M)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9011735/ (F/M)

Fav'd them both! Hyper's not at all my thing, but I faved it on principal alone. Lol, the nut cracker one is great though.

[zapan]

Could you guys avoid posting links that require a login to see anything and please use the attached file function of the forum ? That would be much more enjoyable for the people who don't want to share their datas with every fetish site out there, thanks.

[hurtinggenitals]

More ponies: http://e621.net/data/90/02/90028192d436820a1398604f9bc8f1cf.png

I wish there was enough content for a whole pony thread, but mlp+ballbusting combination is extremely rare even online. Cutesy creatures, those shouldn't even be sexualized in the first place, getting their nuts smashed is just SO entertaining in a multitude of ways!

I wa looking forward to some mlp BB material:bananajum

[jabby]

All you need is an email address, its not like they want your credit card number. The creator of the work may not want it spread all over the internet, and I would rather they post a link than nothing at all.

MP, your story is excellent as usual, although I haven't finished reading the current installment. I have to say though I am a bit nostalgic for the fantastic ballbusting stories you used to write. Any plans for another installment of Melissa's world or the Princess?

[darkwing]

This one's not too bad. They're not squeezing or anything but they are playing with his balls with the potential for getting dangerous.
http://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=588493:o

[beaktooth]

Could you guys avoid posting links that require a login to see anything and please use the attached file function of the forum ? That would be much more enjoyable for the people who don't want to share their datas with every fetish site out there, thanks.

This website requires a login to view posted images. Are you saying we shouldn't post images here? After all what if someone doesn't want to share their datas with this website?

[Mythical Pain]

All you need is an email address, its not like they want your credit card number. The creator of the work may not want it spread all over the internet, and I would rather they post a link than nothing at all.

MP, your story is excellent as usual, although I haven't finished reading the current installment. I have to say though I am a bit nostalgic for the fantastic ballbusting stories you used to write. Any plans for another installment of Melissa's world or the Princess?

Hehe, can't wait to hear what you think when you've finished the current installment. It gets...very intense.

And, I'm likely to do something like that one of these days. Have plenty of ideas for both of them, after all. Just more drawn to actual story these days, as a writer, then simple ballbusting. Little ballbusting stories are more like stress relief for me, lol.

I may do one, one of these days, with Melissa and Sarah laying into Sarah's brother Adam. Or the girls doing some busting the next day after Sleeping Bag Game. Got a more serious story involving Melissa in mind, as well, though she does get to knee a nerdy coyote in it, hehe.

[cbtsubbie]

For those interested, the latest DItD is up. Bring some tissues.

Is up? Up where? Sorry have I missed a post or something? lol

[Jayfeathers stick]

Hehe, can't wait to hear what you think when you've finished the current installment. It gets...very intense.

And, I'm likely to do something like that one of these days. Have plenty of ideas for both of them, after all. Just more drawn to actual story these days, as a writer, then simple ballbusting. Little ballbusting stories are more like stress relief for me, lol.

I may do one, one of these days, with Melissa and Sarah laying into Sarah's brother Adam. Or the girls doing some busting the next day after Sleeping Bag Game. Got a more serious story involving Melissa in mind, as well, though she does get to knee a nerdy coyote in it, hehe.

I think you should write the one that comes after the sleeping bag game. :)

[Ren]

More ponies again: http://e621.net/post/show/258750/-_-avian-ball-beak-benson-bird-blue_jay-cartuneslo

[poiu]

Nice find, Ren! Though I must admit: every time I see a link to an MLP pic, I keep expecting it to be Applejack doing some proper applebucking. MAKE IT HAPPEN, INTERNET.

Some other pickups from e621.net and FurAffinity:
- Pokemon: http://e621.net/post/show/256048/ambiguous_gender-angry-ballbusting-balls-blue_eyes
- MLP (WARNING, GORE): http://e621.net/post/show/258624/2012-apple_bloom_-mlp-applejack_-mlp-ball_gag-ball
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5228466/
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9046363/
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8991923/
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4709606/ (not explicitly BB, but that dragoness has a pretty tight grip on his nut, if you ask me...)
- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8857753/

Mythical Pain: congratulations on finishing, man! Really, really wonderful stuff. You've got a wonderful talent for world- and character-building, and it's awesome to see it come to life (and to see it so well-received!) Of course, it's also awesome to see the occasional crotch shot references that still survive...no matter what you write, I suspect I'll always be keeping an eye out for that in your stories :P

SagaDC: AWESOME. Your characters are great and you do a wonderful job of blending moods: serious, comedic, sexy, and sometimes all three at once. And as for the busts...I loved the entire thing, but especially the bit with Kira accidentally knocking him out. Poor Rhaelyn's stones are a bit flatter than they used to be, I'll wager :P I'd LOVE to see more stuff from you in the future, if you're ever in a writing mood.

And finally, as for me: woo I have something to contribute! As I mentioned before, I've been writing some short BB snippets...my pace has dropped off dramatically after the first 10 or so, but there's some good material to be had. Mostly Pokemon, one MLP blurb with Derpy and Doctor Whooves :P Enjoy and let me know what you think!


Mewtwo (F) vs. Umbreon (M)

Sure, she was a powerful opponent, but it should have been a fair fight with the type advantage.

Should have been.

The Umbreon let out another agonized squeak as an Iron Tail crashed up between his legs, flattening his spunkmakers to a fraction of their usual plumpness. The force of the blow lifted him up onto his toes, the bulk of his body weight resting on the poor, poor orbs between his legs until the female withdrew her tail and let him crumple to the ground.

"Oh god," he moaned, clutching his swollen basket in his paws. He'd given up any chance of winning the match – now the goal was just to survive with his testicles intact. "My balls!"

"Honestly," she asked, sounding almost bored, "you're a male and a Dark-type. Did you think I wouldn't learn Low Kick?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but by then she'd slammed Low Kick #3 into his crotch, and his balls were in his throat again.



Arcanine (F) vs. Houndoom (M)

Her arms were wrapped around him: her bare breasts pressed against his back, one paw running through his chestfur and the other gently encircling his balls. The Houndoom trembled in her embrace, cock twitching with arousal. It could easily have been the hottest moment of his life – if not for the fact that the Arcanine had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to crush his nuts into peanut butter.

“Go ahead,” she had crooned. “I’ll let you finish.”

And so the male was stroking himself off, despite the crowd of thousands watching them both; trying not to think about how this might be his last chance to orgasm. If she decided to squeeze...

But he was close now, oh so close. In a few seconds–...well, in a few seconds he’d probably have a sac full of mush, but if he was lucky, he’d get to blow his load first. One last blast of spunk. Maybe they’d even scrape some up; the Houndoom could still have pups.

His breath grew shallower, his length like a bar of iron in his paw. To his immense relief, the Arcanine withdrew the paw around his balls, pulling at his chest, her breath hot on his ear. To his immense surprise, she slid her paw downwards again, grabbing his cock roughly, beating him off like a woman possessed. That was all it took. His lips parted in an orgasmic cry–

–and her knee slammed into his groin, popping his left nut like a grape.

By the time her knee came up again and turned his other gonad to goo, the poor Houndoom had already passed out. And so he was unable to enjoy it when, a moment later, he finally exploded into his opponent’s paw...and unable to stop it as the Arcanine licked his unborn children off her fingers.



Dragonite (F) vs. Aggron (M)

“Holy shit!” screeched the Aggron.

“Huh? You see?” The Dragonite had her arms folded across her bare breasts, scowling down at the steel-type on the ground beneath her. Her foot was planted firmly on his swollen plums, the twin spheres bulging out beneath her massive weight like a pair of balloons about to pop. “You should be resistant to an attack like Outrage, and yet here you are, squealing like a Tepig from a few stomps to the groin.”

“My nuts–!” the Aggron wailed, clutching at her leg.

“Do you get it? ‘Balls of steel’ aren’t really an advantage because they’re still balls.” She shifted her weight forward for emphasis, her opponent’s testicles somehow flattening even further under the tremendous pressure. “And if you swing them in some girl’s face like that, you can expect them to get stomped!”

“Oh Arceus!” the male shrieked, scrabbling even more frantically at the female’s calf as she bore down on his tortured stones.

“Understood?” the Dragonite asked threateningly.

“Oh please yes please PLEASE–”

The Aggron gasped in sudden relief as the female lifted her foot, his gonads reinflating to some approximation of their usual round shape – only to be crushed once more by a vicious Dragon Tail. The male let out a thin high squeal as her tail came crashing down once, twice, thrice between his legs, each time pounding his manhood to the very edge of rupture.

She paused after four, then shrugged. “One more for good measure.”

It was impossible to hear over the mighty thud of the female’s tail striking the ground, but both combatants felt the tiny pop.

The Dragonite’s eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise. “You see?” she growled. “Even more fragile than I thought.”



Lopunny (F) vs. Lucario (M)

She was a stunner alright – tall and leggy, exactly what he’d always liked in her species. Awesome tits, too. And the type advantage meant that it would be an easy battle – a chance to rub elbows (and other parts, hopefully) before he knocked her out.

Of course, that was before she’d punted his balls into his throat a dozen times. Now he was beginning to wonder how he had ever found a Lopunny’s legs sexy.

“Please,” the Lucario gasped, but it was no use: yet another Low Kick came slamming into his groin, his gonads squishing between the female’s toes in an attempt to avoid the brutal impact. The male squealed in agony, twitching on the ground as another wave of nausea exploded forth from his spunkmakers.

The steel-type had long ago stopped trying to counter-attack – now he just tried to curl into the fetal position and protect himself from any more ball-breaking blows. But the Lopunny just grabbed him by the ankles, spread his legs wide, and kept kicking.

“Please–!”

“Shut up and take it like a man,” she growled, delivering another kick for emphasis, “while you still can.”

He was already beyond saving. He had to be. And yet it still came as a surprise when it finally happened.

Splut.

The Lucario’s squeal jumped an octave as his right egg burst, its contents utterly scrambled by the force of the female’s kick. The pain in his groin doubled – something he would have thought impossible a moment earlier.

He looked up in time to see the Lopunny grinning, cocking her leg back for another blow.

Thud.

Thud.

Th-splut.



Alakazam (F) vs. Scyther (M)

Thunk. It was such a small, quiet impact that you might have missed it if not for the Scyther’s reaction.

“Fuck!” the male groaned, doubling over as another wave of nutpain echoed through his gut. It was getting worse with each hit – his testicles felt bruised. He spun to knock aside the implement behind him, but the floating spoon was already gone. “You can’t...this isn’t fair!”

“Oh can’t I?” The Alakazam side-stepped as the bug swiped at her, his arm-blades hitting nothing but air. Her spoon floated casually back into her hand. “You seemed to be enjoying it a minute ago.”

“That was...oh...that was different,” he complained, struggling to maintain focus. “You...nngh...nggha...”

The female was sticking her tongue out at him – which was appropriate, given what she was doing to his cock. The Scyther could have sworn someone was sucking him off, but all that surrounded his maleness was a cool blue glow. His legs trembled as the psychic force caressed his member, the pink length throbbing needfully in the open air.

And then her spoon was back, striking his right nut with a thud that sent his ballbag swinging. “Gah! You bitch!” he spat, fighting the urge to crumple to his knees.

Her teasing smile turned into a icy frown. “Well if you wanted me to be mean, you just had to ask.”

Before the male knew what was happening, his legs had been yanked apart by a strong psychic pull, and the Alakazam’s foot was buried in his groin.



Dragonair (F) vs. Charizard (M)

It was an incredibly stupid mistake. If you’re a fire-type, what should you avoid? THE WATER. And yet the Dragonair had teased him, seduced him, distracted him enough to get him to the edge of the pool – then dragged him under. Now it was all the male could do to keep his tailflame lit and to gasp lungfuls of air when she let him breach the surface.

The female was still down between his legs, where she’d been for the last several minutes: her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, sucking fervently at his hard red length. The Charizard shuddered with pleasure, resisting the urge to look down at the nubile young female. He was dangerously close – one look at that grinning face, those gorgeous tits, those curvy hips, and he was sure to blow. And then...well...

As if on cue, another uppercut came rocketing into his ballsac, crushing his hefty dragonmakers up into his groin. Even with the knowledge that it was coming, the Charizard couldn’t help but groan, bubbles of air escaping from his mouth as his body instinctively tried to double over. She’d been pounding on his plums ever since he’d entered the water, tenderizing the poor orbs with blow after blow. If was no longer a question of whether she was going to neuter him – the question was when.

Suddenly a hand yanked down on his sac, and the male looked down in surprise and alarm.

That was mistake #2.

He locked eyes with the busty female, watching her lips slide up the length of his dragonhood until the whole length popped free. She gave one long lick along the underside, from base to tip – and he exploded, a mighty spurt of seed clouding the water.

In response the Dragonair tightened her grip around the base of his sac, holding his nuts in place as her other fist came crashing upwards: once, twice–

Pop!

–three times, four times–

Pop!

And a few more times for good measure, why not.



Mesprit (F) vs. Azelf (M) and Uxie (M)

The reasoning had seemed quite sound in the locker room, when the two of them were discussing battle strategy.

“There’s two of us and one of her!” Uxie had said. “And we’re all Psychics – it’s not like she’ll have a type advantage or anything.”

“Exactly.” Azelf nodded. “Even if she manages to surprise one of us, the other can swoop in an take her out.”

It was all very reassuring. But somehow, the two males had failed to note that Mesprit had two hands. Two hands that were currently clamped very, very tightly around two different sets of gonads.

“My nuts!” squealed two abnormally high-pitched voices.

“What’s that, boys?” The female was grinning, but there were beads of sweat on her forehead. 2-on-1 was more difficult, she had to admit – it was tricky to keep hold of just one twitching male, never mind two.

Then again, it was infinitely satisfying to tighten her grip and hear two different voices squealing for mercy, their frantic pleas overlapping each other in a tangled mess of “please” and “oh Arceus” and “they’re gonna pop!”. Or she could alternate squeezes: left, right, squeak, squawk. It was like playing an instrument.

She did that now, arm muscles bulging as she suddenly doubled the pressure on Uxie’s poor plums. The round orbs squished out between her fingers and the male let out a renewed wail, clutching at her closed fist in an attempt to pry it open.

She held the squeeze for a few more seconds, then turned back to Azelf with a smirk. “Now your turn.”

“Oh fuck not my baaaallls!”



Dewott (M) vs. Absol (M)

He’d tried to be reasonable – really, he had. His Absol opponent radiated smugness, but that wasn’t reason enough to hate him. Nor was his refusal to shake hands before the match (even if it was unsportsmanslike). Sucker Punch was a legal move, even to the groin (though it hurt like a motherfucker), and so was Taunt (though, again, following one with the other was rather unsportsmanlike). This was the Underground League, and dirty tactics were a standard part of battle.

No, the Dewott could have looked past all that if the Absol hadn’t literally cock-slapped him while he was down. Now the water-type was seeing red, glaring daggers at his opponent. Not that the Absol seemed to care – the dark-type just watched casually, picking a bit of dirt from one of his claws as the Dewott climbed back to his feet.

“Seriously, this is pathetic.” The disaster Pokemon gave a condescending smile. “Do you want to just give up now? Or would you rather suck me off fi–URK!”

A sudden burst of water pushed the male backwards, his arms windmilling as he tried to keep his balance; another burst struck him square in the chest, knocking him on to his back with a thud. The Absol’s groan of pain jumped sharply in pitch as another blast hit home squarely between his legs, his furry sac pounded by a focused Water Gun. The male tried to double up and protect himself, but the Dewott’s foot was already on his chest, pushing him back down to the dirt.

“Will you please,” intoned the Dewott testily, “just shut. up?!”

The Absol opened his mouth in response, but any reply was drowned out by the deluge of water that came pounding down on his poor plums, his testicles crushed beneath the full onslaught of a point-blank Hydro Pump. The male seemed frozen for a long moment, every muscle tight with agony – then suddenly he was animated again, writhing in place, head-sickle scratching lines in the dirt. A keening wail issued from the back of his throat, sounding increasingly desperate until his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

Later on the Dewott would admit that yes, he probably could have used a bit less force, and maybe then the Absol would still have a nut to his name. But seriously, what a dick.



Derpy (F) and Doctor Whooves (M)

The time-and-space-ship gave another metallic groan, even louder than before. Derpy let out an involuntary “eep!” as the floor suddenly shifted beneath her, her wings flaring to help maintain her balance. “Um...are you sure you know how to fly this thing?” she asked, a note of concern in her voice.

“Of course! I know precisely what I’m doing.” Doctor Whooves galloped from one side of the console to the other, rearing to kick a switch and stumbling as the floor shifted again. “Maybe. Probably.” He paused and looked at her. “Ever flown a TARDIS?”

The mailmare started to reply, but was interrupted as the entire room suddenly lurched sideways, sending both passengers tumbling to the ground. The Doctor rolled and hit the wall with an oof, the air driven from his lungs by the impact – only for Derpy to come crashing into him a moment later. The male’s eyes shot open in shock and surprise as the pegasus landed squarely between his legs, her bulk slamming forcefully into his groin and coming to a stop with his coltmakers pinned beneath her weight.

It was a long moment before the stallion found his voice...and when he did, it was a bit higher-pitched than usual. “Derpy!” squeaked the stallion. His forehooves moved instinctively to clutch his flattened plums, but they were still trapped beneath the female’s rear.

It took Derpy a moment to gather her wits – the female had to shake her head to clear her double vision – but once she realized what she was sitting on, she quickly scrambled to her hooves. “Ahh!” she exclaimed, stumbling as she rose, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

Doctor Whooves let out a groan as his companion rose, his aching balls reinflating to their usual healthy shape – but the relief was short-lived. Both the Time Lord’s hearts skipped a beat as the mare’s hoof came down squarely in the center of his sac, his jewels bulging out to either side in an attempt to escape the awful pressure. An instant later, that weight was gone – but then a different hoof came thundering down, catching just his left nut this time and squashing it carelessly into the floor. The stallion’s voice climbed yet another octave, his gut a pit of nausea, his body curling around the female’s leg until she finally stepped away.

To the pegasus, it had only been a split-second – a misstep; something round and squishy underhoof – but given the way the Doctor was crumpled on the ground clutching himself, it looked like the afternoon’s adventure might be cancelled. “I didn’t break anything, did I?” she asked sheepishly.

From the fetal position, Doctor Whooves just moaned.



Vulpix (F) vs. Lucario (M)

It wasn’t the first time she’d held a male’s testicle in her paws – nor was it the first time she’d squeezed a gonad like she was juicing an orange. And yet as the Vulpix bore down, her thumbs sinking deep into the center of the Lucario’s nut, the female couldn’t help thinking that she must somehow be doing it wrong. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be begging for mercy?

“Ohhhhhhh, fuck. You’ve got practice.” The male had long since given up on trying to stand – it was all he could do just to stay conscious as his opponent tried to scramble his egg. And yet the Lucario was making no effort to escape. If anything, he was encouraging his attacker, his hips thrust forward into her brutal squeeze, his arms folded behind his head as he watched the naked fox do her worst. “Ohh!”

The Vulpix grit her teeth as she adjusted her grip, but suddenly the rubbery sphere popped free, squirting out from between her fingers like a ball shot from a cannon. She could see the stab of pain that went through him as his spud reinflated to its usual round shape: the twitch in his leg, the tightening of his chest muscles. His eyes went unfocused for a moment, his lips parting slightly in a silent oh.

Then her furry fist slammed up between his legs, driving both orbs into his pelvis, and the Lucario was silent no more. “Sh-...shit!” he squeaked, voice jumping an octave as the fox found her grip again, this time attacking both balls at once. His body shook as she ground his testicles together, his swollen spunkmakers rearranging themselves around her fingertips in an effort not to collapse under the pressure. And yet still, the male made no move to stop her. “You...you’re stronger than you look!” he warbled, his voice high and weak, yet unshakably confident.

The fire-type growled dangerously. “Do you want me to pop them?” she growled.

“I’d like to see you try,” he shot back.

The fox narrowed her eyes. “That can be arranged.”

“Ohhhh...ohh! Oh ARCEUS!”

[Jayfeathers stick]

Nice writings:)

[Mythical Pain]

Is up? Up where? Sorry have I missed a post or something? lol

I suspect you have, lol. Like...back in April, or May. It's a story, basically a serialized novel, that I've been posting on some other sites, namely SoFurry. It's a fantasy novel, and while it's not ballbusting-based or anything...it does include some scenes with dragons getting hit in the testicles by human woman, or other dragons lol. And, one human getting kneed during a beating, and a furry biped creature getting kicked during an attempted mugging.

I first linked to it months back, cause while it's not a ballbusting story, I know a few of the people here who enjoy my short BB stories would also enjoy my fantasy novellas lol.

[Mythical Pain]

Mythical Pain: congratulations on finishing, man! Really, really wonderful stuff. You've got a wonderful talent for world- and character-building, and it's awesome to see it come to life (and to see it so well-received!) Of course, it's also awesome to see the occasional crotch shot references that still survive...no matter what you write, I suspect I'll always be keeping an eye out for that in your stories :P

Thanks very much! Though, the story as a whole isn't yet finished, but Val's Tale is. That is, the first-person portion in which he's relating it all to his warden is complete. Now, there's likely to be one more mini-trilogy that wraps the whole thing up.

...Or so I hope. Have had some potentially epic ideas to add to the conclusion so...we'll see where it leads me, lol.

And I enjoyed your BB shorts! Not into pokemon but well-written non-human busts like that are always fun!

Still hoping to see that coyote or vixen girl busting her brother, too hehehe.

[poiu]

Still hoping to see that coyote or vixen girl busting her brother, too hehehe.

Still hoping to get around to it! You are number...8 in the queue, out of 17 total left. Might take some time, but I expect I'll get there :)

Also: not to poach people from this board, but I recently started up a little forum specifically for furry BB, to try to encourage more participation from people who don't already visit this place :) It's worth a look – there's already some original content! http://furrybb.proboards.com/

[sacr007]

I'll post here some of the old stories SoFurry, are my favorite stories

* -Extreme Measures - Part 1
http://www.sofurry.com/view/197551
* * A mother disciplining her child

* -Bustin 'the League Righteousness
http://www.sofurry.com/view/107549
* * A history with superheroes and magic

[sacr007]

like I've never seen this before?
http://e621.net/post/show/252011/and_nothing_of_value_was_lost-balls-canine-castrat

[SagaDC]

I really appreciate the kind comments from Alec, Mythical and Poui. I mean, obviously you guys have contributed some pretty fantastic stuff over the years, whereas I spend most of my time regurgitating links to anything I can find as recompense. I'm glad that my first foray into writing seems to have been well received. Hopefully I can keep it up!

I've been working at slowly cobbling together a followup, although it's been a bit tricky. I tend to go back over each paragraph I write with a fine-tooth comb, seeking imperfections and replacing them with more imperfections. :P

Anyway, here's at least a bit of a followup to the bit with Rhaelyn and Kira. I warn you, though, this is less busting and more... uh... cuddling and awkward blowjobs. But still, more busting is certainly in the panther's future. :)



Kira grunted and groaned as she pushed her way through another thicket of dense, thorny brambles, another chill wind howling through the trees and sending a shiver through her densely muscled frame. The jagged, rocky terrain of the aptly named Barren Hills was hard to navigate on foot, and even harder to navigate when carting ten stone worth of dead weight on your back. Doubly so when that dead weight seemed dead-set on being snagged on every branch, or rolling down a snowy slope every time the gryphoness stopped paying attention for even a split second.

Kira had been alternating between carrying and dragging the *********** pantherkin for at least three miles now, and already she hated him approximately three times more than she thought possible. By her current estimate, by the time she managed to drag him back to pantherkin territory, she would hate him at least a hundred times more then that. Really, it wasn't just that he was heavy and limp and annoyingly prone to rolling away at the slightest breeze that she hated, it was pretty much everything else, too.

Rhaelyn, her erstwhile charge, should have cooperated with her from the start. If he had, he would be conscious and mobile, and the two of them would have already made camp by now. The gryphoness could have caught a few tundra wolves and they could have cooked them up over the fire, spinning yarns and forging a solid comradery. But no, instead he had insisted on fighting her - he had stabbed her and bludgeoned her and punched her and even lit her on fire. And worst of all - even worse than the physical abuse and the extraordinary amount of labor she now had to perform - she might not even be paid for the job.

Kira grunted again, pausing for a brief breather as she cast her head about. As she had suspected, the limp male had gotten himself caught on a thorny bush again, and was already halfway off her back. She muttered a few choice expletives under her breath, all of them in her native tongue, and set about hacking away at the brambles with her talons. This all could have been SO much easier.

But no, here she was, bruised and weary and lightly singed with a gangly biped draped over her back. The hen closed her eyes tight for a moment, fervently wishing - not for the first time today - that he'd wake up already. At first, she had been worried about how he might react, given the entirely justified beat-down she had given him earlier in the day, but at this point she really didn't care anymore. He was heavy, she was tired, and even if he woke up just to get all pissy and uppity again, she'd be more than happy to beat him down again.

WIth a vaguely satisfied sound, the gryphoness managed to wrench the feline free from the shrubs that seemed intent on devouring him whole. She briefly inspected him, making certain that he was still reasonably intact, before tugging him back over her and continuing up the endless slope. The sun had set well over an hour ago, and the winds were really picking up, so Kira knew that she needed to find shelter soon. Otherwise, she had to grudgingly acknowledge that she might be done for.

Normally, finding shelter would have been a simple task. She would have simply stretched out her wings and launched herself skyward, winging about in lazy circles until her sharp eyes picked out a comfortable looking cave. But no, once again she couldn't help but dwell darkly on the fact that a certain *********** feline had singed a good number of her feathers off, and-

Kira shook her head again, as if physically shaking the thoughts free. Grumbling and grousing certainly wasn't going to help her stave off death's icy talons, so she just had to keep at it. If she lolygagged about much longer there was a good chance she'd freeze where she stood, no matter how thick her hide, and heavens knew that the peacefully snoozing panther would almost certainly die. His glossy black fur was certainly lovely, but it was also stupidly short. The hen snorted to herself, absently wondering how a species could possibly evolve to have such thin skin and short fur. It probably had to do with all those fancy wooden caves they lived in, or maybe with all those fluttery cloth things they draped all over themselves.

The hen mulled over that for a moment longer, plodding along mindlessly, before some primitive part of her hindbrain chirped at her. Abruptly alert, keenly attuned to her briefly hibernating instinct, Kira turned her attention to whatever it was that her brain was trying to tell her. Oh, a cave! A cave! The black gaping maw of stone, dirt and icicles was just dimly visible through the rocks and trees. Her eartufts perked, and the hen's pace quickened as she scrambled over a white sheet of iced-over stone and navigated past yet another thorny bramble. She was so happy to see a potential shelter that she was barely even miffed when the panther got tangled up in the bushes for the thirtieth time in one day.

Once the feline had been shorn free yet again, Kira hooked the collar of his fancy torso-cloth and dragged him the rest of the way to the dark opening in the hillside. Ditching his limp body in a shadowed nook, the female briefly investigated the cave, quickly discovering that it was a relatively shallow tunnel. There were no signs that it might be the lair of some wild beast, but from the unnatural uniformity she had to guess that it was the start of an abandoned mine or quarry. The gryphons didn't make such things, of course, but occasionally some ambitious biped would wander deep into their territory in search of shiny stones or heavy metals. Some of them did indeed strike it rich, but most were instead promptly eaten.

Kira found that a bit of pep had returned to her step, now that the looming cloud of immenent doom had been dispersed. She nipped back out to the tunnel's entrance, hooked the pantherkin with her beak again, and dragged him into the darkness until she found her way to the rear-most wall. Tucking him against a long, wide stone that looked particularly comfortable, the gryphoness curled up next to him and mulled over the events of the day.

It had been a long day, and the female had to admit that it was apt to be the first of many. Even if the feline woke up and could somehow walk straight, they'd still need to traverse at least four or five day's worth of terrain before finding any truely safe harbor. Still, that was better than the alternative, given that the alternative involved spending two more weeks dragging a half-dead beastkin through the snow.

"Hey." Kira chirped, her tongue trying to roll the somewhat unfamiliar beastkin word. She reached out with one taloned forelimb, curling her fingers into a scaled fist as she jabbed the male in the side. No response. Not to be deterred, the hen persisted, jabbing a few more times. "Hey. Wake up."

This time, the male shivered a bit in response, although he stayed stubbornly ***********. He shifted against the cold stone, his muzzle working a bit as his breath rasped heavily, but then he fell still again and his breathing quieted to a whisper.

The hen chuckled, the sound not unlike the rasping of dead leaves. That was something, at least. She had almost started to worry that the panther had died somewhere along the line, but it looked like he still had a bit of life in him. He was obviously cold, though, even out of the freezing wind, and the hen didn't have many options available to her.

Kira shifted a bit, giving the male a quick once-over by what little moonlight was available - more than enough for her avian eyes. The felines cloth coverings were a mess, tattered and torn from a day's worth of being dragged over sharp rocks and through even sharper brush, although that really seemed to be the extent of the damage. Well, no, there was also the gaping hole torn in the crotch of his pants, but...

The hen leaned down, one taloned forelimb planted against one of Rhaelyn's thighs, pushing his legs apart from eachother so she could inspect the exposed bits and pieces again. She hadn't really thought about them over the past few hours, given her concerns with survival and all, but now that she had a moment's reprieve the exact details of her catfight were flooding back. Swallowing a bit nervously, Kira leaned in to examine the male's cargo with no small trepidation.

Kira gingerly settled across the males legs, both to warm them with her body heat and to keep them from fidgeting about, one taloned hand reaching down to gingerly, oh-so-carefully probe at his groin. She wasn't really sure what to think, honestly, given her lack of experience with the sexual organs of bipeds, but she was fairly certain the plumbing was at least a little similar to that of a male gryphon.

The female cocked her head a bit to one side and then the other as she tried to make heads or tails of what she might be looking at. Yes, those were probably the testicles, and that was obviously the cock, although the joints and muscles of his hips and thighs seemed all wrong. But still, the hen was more than a little pleased that her suspicions of beastkin anatomy had been more or less correct. It seemed a little strange to have all of that equipment just hanging off the front of the pantherkin's body where it could be so easily abused, but Kira supposed that it made sense given relative positioning and all. Really, it came down to the silly way that bipeds walked about, as if they were just asking for it.

A bit emboldened by her initial exploration, the hen carefully pressed two of her taloned fingers to the male's crotch as she continued to probe about. She was fairly certain that she had dealt out a lot of damage in this general region, and it only seemed proper that she take stock of things now that they were out of immediate danger. It was obviously the right thing to do, even if the panther had thoroughly deserved it at the time.

She focused a bit low, first, her scaled fingers pressing lightly to the feline's still-swollen sac. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tight over his misshapen balls, pulling them tight to his groin as if trying to protect them from the chill air. Still, it at least made it easy to tell if he still had two of them - wait, pantherkin only have two, right? Kira mulled over that for a few seconds before shaking her head in slight embarassment. Of course they only have two, she reminded herself. How many creatures could she think of that had three?

The gryphon gently caressed her talons over the taut flesh, the sharp tips pricking at it as she tried to ever-so-gently nudge the lumps about just to make sure. Yes, it looked like there were definitely still two there, so at least she hadn't obliterated anything during her earlier display of... ah... aggressive battlefield negotiations. Still, they didn't look very healthy.

Now, Kira was no expert in testicles, whether they belonged to a pantherkin or a gryphon, but she had always been under the impression that they were supposed to be round and relatively symmetrical. From what she was seeing, though, the feline's clearly bruised sac was wrapped around a pair of distended ovals, one clearly swollen larger than the other. She wasn't entirely certain what size they should be, either, but she suspected that the panther wasn't normally packing a pair of apples between his legs. Maybe a bit on the small side for apples, granted, but the right one in particular wasn't too far off.

"Still," Kira thought to herself "better apples than, uh... what is it the centaurs call it? Apple sauce. Better apples than apple sauce." The gryphon couldn't help but giggle, this time, perhaps at the imagery that the word conjured, or perhaps at the fleeting memory of the feline's facial expression when his numerous ambushes had been countered. And those sounds he had made!

The female turned her attentions to the male's length, now, with no small degree of fascination. This was a bit less familiar than the lower bits, she had to admit. She had only been with two drakes in the past, both the disappointing culmination of a misguided relationship, but enough to give her a passing idea of what a male's cock should look like. On drakes, however, the whole thing was normally kept sheathed and slung close to the belly until they were ready for use. Apparently this was not so with the pantherkin - well, with THIS pantherkin, at least.

It didn't seem damaged, at least, with no obvious lacerations or swelling. In fact, it really seemed like the opposite of swelling, given that she distinctly recalled something larger and firmer pressing against her toes during her tense standoff with the panther. She nudged the limp length about with one of her slightly duller talons, thoughtfully. Clearly the male had been excited then, as opposed to borderline comatose like he was now. Disappointing.

Kira finally dragged her attention away from the male's damaged goods, instead ******* herself to begin considering sleep. Now that the excitement of the day was well and truely passed, exhaustion was beginning to creep in at the edge of her mind. She shifted her position again, this time gripping her talons against the stone to either side of the panther as she crawled up over him before settling down carefully atop him like a heavy, feathery blanket. She pressed her feathered cheek to Rhaelyn's chest as she rested her head, her body stretched out over his hips and legs. Reaching out with a forelimb, she captured his arms, tugging them down until she could drape her wings over them.

It wasn't the most comfortable way to sleep, but it was preferable to dealing with feline hypothermia in the morning. Kira's beak gaped wide, her lungs sucking in a deep yawn as her brain finally rebelled, swiftly working at shutting down all of her cognitive reasoning in it's entirety. Head nestled against the panther's chest, the hen closed her eyes and drifted off.

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And just as quickly as it had come, the veil of sleep was lifted once more. Kira stirred, wincing a bit as her movements were met with sharp aches and pains, her bruised muscles urging her to stay and sleep a while longer. Unfortunately, even if she could afford to go back to sleep, the purring would have likely made it a tad difficult.

The... purring? One of the hen's eyes snapped open, her pupil dilating as it soaked in the ambient sunlight cascading into the tunnel. It was definitely warmer, now, the harsh winds and perpetual frozen torrent apparently taking a bit of a breather this early in the day. The gryphon's head lifted, dislodging an arm that had been draped casually over it, and she eyed the slumbering panther. Yes, he was definitely the source of that infernal rumbling.

Kira stretched a bit, kinks working audibly from her spine and her muscles howling in protest, the softer edges of her beak curling into a grin again at the very corners of her mouth. One taloned forelimb pressed to the stone as she propped herself partway up, her tongue briefly protruding from her beak in a show of faux annoyance.

"Well, I guess SOMEONE slept well," she said wryly, mostly for her own amusement. She shifted a bit more, her other forelimb planted against the ground to the panther's other side as she debated whether or not she should get up. Also, some small part of her couldn't help but wonder just what it was that was jabbing her in the gut. Brow furrowed a bit, the gryphon decided against the former, but couldn't help but be curious about the latter. She WAS part feline, after all, so curiousity came part and parcel.

Kira rolled a bit to the side, her neck craning as she peered downward between the two beasts, but her beak was already gaped in an amused grin before she had even confirmed what she already suspected. Ah, yes, there it was. Apparently in warming the male, the soft fur of the gryphon's underbelly had, ah... worked some kind of miraculous healing magics on his libido. His cock, and an immodestly sized one now that it wasn't hanging limp, was clearly standing at attention.

Talons planted, the gryphoness pushed herself back down along the male's body again to get a closer look. She couldn't deny that her interest was more than a little perverted, but she tempered whatever shame she might have felt by reassuring herself that she was just looking out for the pantherkin's better interests. After all, he really had been out of sorts the day prior, and Kira was at least a tiny bit responsible for whatever distress he had been put through.

The hen considered that for a moment, then nodded her head as if deciding that she agreed with her logic. Yes, that sounded plausible, and she could even repeat it to herself out loud if she started having doubts again. Thusly reaffirmed, she leaned in to inspect the male's genitals with all the subtlety of a butcher sizing up a slab of meat. His testicles definitely looked better now, relatively speaking, although a light jab with her talon was enough to set the male squirming against his stoney bed. That length, though...

Kira stared at it for a long moment, her predatory eye tracing up and down along it from base to tapered tip at least a dozen times. The shape was a bit odd, to her, but it certainly looked... healthy. What's more, it was standing on end of it's own volition, now, because the hen was almost scared to touch it. Still, staring wasn't getting her anywhere, so... she gingerly reached out a forelimb and prodded lightly at it, setting it to swaying just a bit.

"Nngh..."

The gryphon started a bit, holding her breath as the male shifted beneath her, and only after a long moment of silence did she dare move again. Slowly exhaling, she mulled it over - clearly that hadn't been a PAINED sound. No, she was fairly certain she knew what THOSE sounded like. Still, she had barely touched the thing! Maybe there was something wrong with it?

Kira cocked her head, watching the male's cock for another long moment, as if perhaps expecting it to do something. Finally, after another long moment of silence, she reached out to lightly press two fingers against it, as if trying to push it back down. Not surprisingly, this ploy wasn't met with much success - really, if anything it just made that organ harder to the point where it was almost tangibly pulsing beneath her claws.

The hen wracked her memory, thinking back to her last romantic liaison with an amorous drake, and suddenly the answer seemed obvious. Snorting faintly, hot air jetting from her beak, she drew in another deep breath before uttering an exaggerated sigh. "Fiiiine, I guess it's only fair. I should probably find out if everything's in working order, right? I mean, I'm still hoping to get paid for this job..."

Eartufts perked, Kira watched the panther for a moment, perhaps expecting a reply. Perhaps he might object, or even better he might express keen interest in this arrangement. Unfortunately, he did neither, instead just lying there making that rumbling purry sound and occasionally grunting or wriggling about. It was cute, but not the sort of response she was hoping for.

"Fine, alright, let's do this then. Let's just, uh..." Kira glanced about, at just a bit of a loss. If the male was ***********, how was she supposed to...? "Maybe if I kind of prop you up, I can... no..." The hen furrowed her brow, her talons drumming against stone as she tried to give the matter some thought. Interspecies diplomacy was always so difficult, especially when you got down to the raw mechanics of it.

"Maybe I can just kind of, uh, squat down and..." The hen pushed herself to her feet, prowling about a bit restlessly as she gauged the positioning. No, if she tried to straddle the male's lap she'd probably end up smothering him or getting a wicked cramp in her hindleg. She padded about in a circle, and then another, and another as she mulled over the positioning.

Well, it occured to her that there was always the easiest solution, although it wasn't nearly as fun. Still, she didn't see any real alternative, given the circumstances - especially not if she wanted to get this done before he woke back up. Wait, she WANTED him to wake up, didn't she? That was what she had been grumbling about all day yesterday, wasn't it? "Well, not yet I don't. Not right now."

Kira nodded again, agreeing with her entirely unsolicited verbal reassurance. It was hard to argue with herself, really, because she made a good point. If she was going to start testing out bits of the feline's plumbing, she probably DIDN'T want him to wake up just yet. That might make things a bit awkward, after all, and the last thing her awkward existence needed was something to make it even more awkward. "So... I'd better get to work, then!"

The hen settled across the male's legs again, curling about to set her beak near his crotch. He was still mostly hard, although her mulling and musing seemed to have given his more excited parts some time to calm down - or perhaps it was the cold? It WAS still a little chilly, and she hadn't been warming him with her body over the past twenty minutes while she had been hemming and hawing. She quickly remedied this concern by leaning down, beak gaped as she exhaled warmly over the panther's wounded nethers.

This seemed to have the desired affect, with some persistence, as the male's length seemed to rekindle it's interest in her entirely imagined verbal contract with it. What's more, she watched with no small fascination as his sac seemed to slowly loosen, his balls lowering away from his pelvis. She could almost imagine that they must be relaxing now that they knew they weren't in immediate peril. Encouraged, she leaned in to give them a fond nudge with her beak, before drawing her head back in surprise! They were hot to the touch!

No, not like a smoldering ember or anything, but they were definitely warm. Warmer than she was expecting. In fact, now that she was mulling it over, she realized that the male seemed to be practically radiating heat, particularly from his nethers - not that she was really close to any other part of his body, to be honest, but that didn't really matter at the moment. A faint, chirping giggle snuck out of her gaping beak, and she quickly pressed forward with her investigation once more.

A forelimb snuck back about, elbow resting against the ground as she boldly circled the fingers of one scaley hand about Rhaelyn's cock now, marveling at just how warm it was to the touch. The tactile sense in her forelimbs wasn't great, but she had no problem feeling the heat radiating off of his manhood, and what's more she could almost feel the vibrations of his rumbling purr through it, too!

Kira flexed her fingers, carefully trying to find a good grip about that handful. Her manual dexterity wasn't great, either, given that her hands were built for ripping and tearing rather than delicate maneuvering, but she certainly didn't hear the panther complaining. Finally she managed to get a good hold, and she began to work her hand up and down along the male's rigid shaft in a clumsy pumping motion. Still, clumsy or not it seemed to be having the desired affect, since the slumbering feline was suddenly twitching and moaning beneath her.

The corner of the hen's mouth curled upward again, her own breathing a bit ****** as she kept at it. Her beak dipped again, the smooth and unyielding curve pressing down into the male's sac as she rolled his balls around a bit, her hand busied all the while. The male's legs tensed beneath her, perhaps reacting to the sharp ache that the affectionate nuzzling rekindled, but Kira paid it no mind. Really, there were more important things to focus on then the male's minor discomforts!

The hen kept at it for another moment, nuzzling at the male's balls and stroking unevenly along his ample length, watching with fascination as her efforts were finally rewarded by glistening beads of pre-cum that streaked the sides of his shaft and moistened her scaley fingers. A bit of a playful rumble welled up at the back of her throat, now, setting a deeper counterpoint to the male's seemingly endless purr.

All guilt or shame forgotten, Kira shifted again as she leaned forward to gingerly capture Rhaelyn's cock in her beak. She took care not to nick or pinch the meat with the sharper tip of her beak, but instead slid it into her maw from the side where the edges of her beak were softer - that was how gryphons made facial expressions, after all. She didn't always have a leering expression of beaked terror. Just... most of the time. When she wasn't playing with her food.

Kira didn't even hesitate, fully realizing that a single second thought would be all it took to send her fleeing from the tunnel and into the wilderness looking for a place to hide in embarassment. Instead she focused on the moment, her soft tongue curling about the captured length as she thoroughly tasted it. It was a dark, musty flavor - a bit salty but not at all unpleasant - and before long she had thoroughly bathed over that slicked organ. It was enough to set her own saliva glands into motion to better lubricate the feline's cock - normally her beak was dry, but for when she was eating.

The hen set to bobbing her head, beak gaped a bit and her tongue curled as best she could manage about the captured piece of meat. It was a bit awkward, sure, but again, the panther certainly wasn't complaining. If anything, he was doing just the opposite, his body tensed and his own muzzle gaped as he uttered low moans or inarticulate prayers of thanks to some Beastkin goddess. The talons of one forelimb planted firmly against the ground, keeping Kira steady as she worked, the fingers of her other hand curling about his balls and gently rolling them about in her scaled palm.

This seemed to do the trick, because the male's length was suddenly spasming in her gaping maw, thick jets of his salty seed coating the inside of her beak. Kira almost choked, surprised by the sudden deluge that was assaulting her throat, but she tried to keep it under control. She choked down the beakful and then some, her fingers tightening about the male's balls as she tried to coax more and more out of them - and it seemed to work, to an extent, so she only stopped when the male's pleasured moans took on an octave closer to soprano.

The hen gasped for breath as she finally came up for air, an errant string of sticky spunk running down one side of her beak as she took a moment to recover, although her fingers stayed wrapped about the panther's orbs. Yes, everything definitely seemed to still be in good working order, so obviously she had nothing to worry about. Nothing whatsoever, forever and always.

But then the panther had to ruin her elation by moving again, this time stretching a bit as he roused, his ears slicked back and a grin on his muzzle. "Nnnhg... that was... that was great, mnf..."

Kira froze, one eye fixed on the panther as she watched him stir. Maybe he'd go back to sleep? Maybe she could convince him he was just dreaming, and then knock him out again? A small, predatory voice at the back of her skull was pushing her to kill him. Kill him now! Kill him before he knows! But Kira managed to suppress that voice, burying it under a heap of old memories about how she had been trained not to kill people just to get out of embarassing situations.

Rhaelyn drew in a deep breath, his joints popping and cracking rythmically as his stretching seemed to go on forever. It was so nice, he couldn't help thinking. It was so nice to be back home again after the nightmare that had been his ill-fated adventure. So nice to be back at home, and in bed beneath a thick feathered blanket with a no-doubt buxom girl from the Cat-House at his beck and call.

It must have been a busy night, though, because really he couldn't even remember how he had gotten home, or what girl he could possibly have ended up sleeping with. He opened one eye, sneaking a peek down at the female that was curled across his lap, before closing his eyes again and purring happily. "Nnh, I was having the best dream about that wolf-girl I met in the Amazonian wilderness, and it really felt for a moment like she was going down on- YOU!!!"

Rhaelyn's eyes snapped open, his spine straightened as he sat bolt upright, ears skewed and every ounce of his attention on the gryphon that was slowly trying to edge away from his still-hard cock. His mind was swimming, every memory of his battle the day prior quickly reasserting themselves squarely in the recall center of his brain. Just for added emphasis, though, he sputtered out the word again as if it were an accusation. "You!"

Kira's heart sank a bit, her eartufts slicked back to flatten them out against her skull. Her voice was small, now, her beak clacking nervously as she swallowed hard. "M-... me...?" Oh, goodness. How was she ever going to explain this? Maybe murder really WAS the simplest solution...

[sacr007]

nice story

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

I really appreciate the kind comments from Alec, Mythical and Poui. I mean, obviously you guys have contributed some pretty fantastic stuff over the years, whereas I spend most of my time regurgitating links to anything I can find as recompense. I'm glad that my first foray into writing seems to have been well received. Hopefully I can keep it up!

I've been working at slowly cobbling together a follow up, although it's been a bit tricky. I tend to go back over each paragraph I write with a fine-tooth comb, seeking imperfections and replacing them with more imperfections.

Anyway, here's at least a bit of a follow up to the bit with Rhaelyn and Kira. I warn you, though, this is less busting and more... uh... cuddling and awkward blowjobs. But still, more busting is certainly in the panther's future.

I would not fret over excessive proofreading, SageDC, for a fine tale is not ruined by the odd typo.
Please don’t leave it so long before the next enthralling chapter!

[darkwing]

http://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=605272

girl with cat ears:o

[Jayfeathers stick]

It's been a while since the last post. MP its been a long time since I you posted a story. Anyway I don't mean to rush you or be rude but it will be nice to read one of your storys :)

[Jayfeathers stick]

Time for me to contribute. Here is a little something I wrote. Hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think

Aliac was a young female cat, very pretty also. She has red fur all over her beautiful body. Her eyes are a bright green.

Her best friend is a male coyote named Heep. He had soft fur all over him. His belly was a beige color and the rest of his body was a light brown.

It is odd for the two to be friends but this is possible due to the fact that Heep loves Aliac. Aliac does not love him but enjoys him for one thing: torturing his balls.

The minute she first kneed him in his groin, she knew she would enjoy this forever.

Now Heep is coming to her house to "hang out". He knows that this might be a date or another ballbusting session with her. Last time she had almost popped his balls.

He knocked on her door.

"Come in its open." Heep entered Aliac's house.

"Hello cutie" Heep said as soon as he saw her.

"Hi Heep" Aliac replied.

"How are you doing" asked Heep trying to start a conversation instead of going straight to ballbusting. This obviously was not a date.

"I'm annoyed about some dumb hyaenas breaking my mailbox. So I invited you over to cheer me up." Answered Aliac.

"Can I please just go home instead of being here." Heep said with a shaky voice.

"No. Come on please stay." Begged Aliac.

"Ok, I'll stay." Heep said. *i hope she'll like me more* Heep thought.

The gorgeous feline locked the door then walked up to the coyote with a wicked smile. "Here goes all my anger on you" Aliac slammed her knee into Heep's furry beige testicles.

"Aaaarrrrppp!!!" Heep Squealed in agony as both of his nuts were slammed into his pelvis. "My balls!"

"Hahahahaha. I'm feeling happier already." Aliac laughed. Before Heep can protect his nuts from further abuse, Aliac started kicking his balls. Five consecutive kicks before she started laughing again. "Hahahahahaha" she stopped to let him recover.

Immediately the coyote's hands flew to his crotch to protect his nuts. He felt his balls so he new they were still there. "My balls my balls they hurt. Please stop. Please" Heep begged.

"Nope" Aliac commanded him to move his hands. He did so. Heep was on his back, so she grabbed his legs picked them up and started stomping on his balls until he begged her to stop again.

"Please stop" was all Heep could moan.

She stopped stomping and simply took her red furred foot and stepped on his nuts. She soon stopped then jumped on his gonads.

"Shit!!" Heep was startled by this. She had never done something this painful or dangerous to him before.

"Don't curse at me" Aliac said in an angry voice. She jumped on his nuts again.

"Your such a slut" Heep said in a high pitch voice.

"What did you call me" Heep asked.

"Nothing. Please stop I didn't mean it. You know I love you." Said Heep quickly.

"You still said it. Now tell your balls to enjoy my foot in them before they are gone" Aliac commanded.

"My balls? Do you want me to take my pants off?" Heep asked surprised.

"Yes. How else is my foot going to meet your balls directly." Aliac said.

Heep had never been naked in front of her. He certainly wanted to, but not so she can slam her bare foot into his puppymakers. "Really?" He asked nervously.

Aliac grabbed his pants and star to pull it of. She undid the tail strap and took his pants off. Now he was exposed. This was Aliac's first look at a males privates. But she was ready to abuse them.

For Heep though it was different. He was extremely scared and didn't know what was coming next.

"Hello. Goodbye!" Aliac said as she lifted her leg and kicked with all her force at his exposed balls until he was crying. She then stopped and said "How about we go on a date tomorrow and then we go to your place."

[Jayfeathers stick]

I'm a terrible writer so tell me the truth of what you think

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

I'm a terrible writer so tell me the truth of what you think


I’ve thought long and hard to find a helpful reply to your plea for comments; to be honest I hoped someone else would grasp the nettle.

I think you’re brave to post this story as you consider yourself to be “a terrible writer”.

In my humble opinion, you just need a little help with your written English and some tips on writing.

---

As an experiment, I posted your story into Word 2007, and then ran a spelling and grammar check.

This found the problems with knew/new, of/off, your/you’re and males/male’s etc.

It also found other problems, but without suggesting corrections.

---

You can only find some mistakes by carefully reading what you have written. I don’t know of any automatic method of finding the error in,

Aliac grabbed his pants and star to pull...

Some writers use software readers to listen to their final draft.

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Most of your story is a conversation; might I suggest you study how others write these in novels or eBooks.

When only two are talking, you can omit many of the “he said” and “she said”.

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I’ve stated many times that ideas are more important than anything else, and think you could develop this plot into an interesting story if you wish to expend the time and effort.

[Jayfeathers stick]

I’ve thought long and hard to find a helpful reply to your plea for comments; to be honest I hoped someone else would grasp the nettle.

I think you’re brave to post this story as you consider yourself to be “a terrible writer”.

In my humble opinion, you just need a little help with your written English and some tips on writing.

---

As an experiment, I posted your story into Word 2007, and then ran a spelling and grammar check.

This found the problems with knew/new, of/off, your/you’re and males/male’s etc.

It also found other problems, but without suggesting corrections.

---

You can only find some mistakes by carefully reading what you have written. I don’t know of any automatic method of finding the error in,

Aliac grabbed his pants and star to pull...

Some writers use software readers to listen to their final draft.

---

Most of your story is a conversation; might I suggest you study how others write these in novels or eBooks.

When only two are talking, you can omit many of the “he said” and “she said”.

---

I’ve stated many times that ideas are more important than anything else, and think you could develop this plot into an interesting story if you wish to expend the time and effort.



This was probably my last writing for a while. I just wrote this in about 5 minutes. I also didn't proof read. Thanks for being honest:)

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

This was probably my last writing for a while. I just wrote this in about 5 minutes. I also didn't proof read. Thanks for being honest:)


Perhaps I should have been less understanding and much blunter.

Five minutes is a grossly inadequate time to produce a story of this size!

If you can’t be arsed reading your ramblings, why should anyone else bother?

[unbusted(sadly)]

Read through your story again carefully.

Make changes where needed.

and take your time.

When you are happy with your story then post it again and see what happens.


:bananajum :bananajum :bananajum :bananajum :loveeyes

[teapot42]

I'm a terrible writer so tell me the truth of what you think

I'll rephrase what Alec said in to maybe slightly more encouraging terms.

Your ideas are good and there is potential there for a good story. However, you need to work on your style quite considerably. Conversation can be tricky to write as you show. Maybe write it from the perspective of one of the characters. Rather than saying 'he said, she said' you can express views and thoughts of that character and it is usually obvious who is doing the talking so you can make the story flow better.

Don't get too dispirited if the comments aren't good at first, it takes time to be able to write well but you have good ideas which is always a good start.

[BallbustingPrincess]

Im missing seeing some furry balls being busted hehe
x

[Jayfeathers stick]

[/QUOTE]Don't get too dispirited if the comments aren't good at first, it takes time to be able to write well but you have good ideas which is always a good start.[/QUOTE]
I know I asked for exactly what people think even if its bad. I am a person who doesn't enjoy writing that much but I tried.

Thanks. I think I messed up quoting this sorry

[SagaDC]

A few sequential pics by an artist on Fur Affinity. All F/M.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9180817/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9199608/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9199617/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9207965/

[cast7]

Relevant:
I really enjoyed this site. Has a couple of pics too.
http://furryballbusting.blogspot.gr/?zx=a408c0126e50ea44

[darkwing]

http://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1157699
I guess you could call her a furry:o

[beaktooth]

Shit, I hope this chick means business.

http://www.e621.net/post/show/272281/bat-bat-face_the_rogue-boxer_hockey-breasts-female

[SweetKim]

Very cool thread! I hope to add some more stuff later on!

[darkwing]

This one is not too bad using Madagascar characters
http://www.e621.net/post/show/267314/2012-alex_-madagascar-amber_eyes-anthro-ball_fondl

[darkwing]

Has this one been posted yet?
http://www.e621.net/post/show/50196/4-3-ball_fondling-ballbusting-balls-black_cat-bloo

[Jayfeathers stick]

Nice finds

[beaktooth]

Yeah, how about Madagascar? There was ball busting in those films anyway.

Plus a color of that bat I posted.
http://e621.net/post/show/273077/

[poiu]

Goddamn it, SagaDC, do I love your writing. You're a fantastic author, and your characters are awesome – I could read Kira's internal monologue all day. Especially when she's doing anything testicle-related. Here's hoping Rhaelyn hasn't seen the last of her talons, poor guy :P

Here are two more Pokemon BB snippets, plus another MLP one! My pace on these snippets has slowed to a crawl, but I hope to produce some more in the near future. Keep the suggestions coming :)

Also, if anyone's interested: I started a small independent forum specifically for furry ballbusting, which you should TOTALLY GO SIGN UP FOR. There's already been some excellent content posted, including some I haven't seen anywhere else. Check it out: http://furrybb.myforum.ro



Vulpix (F) vs. Lucario (M)

It wasn’t the first time she’d held a male’s testicle in her paws – nor was it the first time she’d squeezed a gonad like she was juicing an orange. And yet as the Vulpix bore down, her thumbs sinking deep into the center of the Lucario’s nut, the female couldn’t help thinking that she must somehow be doing it wrong. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be begging for mercy?

“Ohhhhhhh, fuck. You’ve got practice.” The male had long since given up on trying to stand – it was all he could do just to stay conscious as his opponent tried to scramble his egg. And yet the Lucario was making no effort to escape. If anything, he was encouraging his attacker, his hips thrust forward into her brutal squeeze, his arms folded behind his head as he watched the naked fox do her worst. “Ohh!”

The Vulpix grit her teeth as she adjusted her grip, but suddenly the rubbery sphere popped free, squirting out from between her fingers like a ball shot from a cannon. She could see the stab of pain that went through him as his spud reinflated to its usual round shape: the twitch in his leg, the tightening of his chest muscles. His eyes went unfocused for a moment, his lips parting slightly in a silent oh.

Then her furry fist slammed up between his legs, driving both orbs into his pelvis, and the Lucario was silent no more. “Sh-...shit!” he squeaked, voice jumping an octave as the fox found her grip again, this time attacking both balls at once. His body shook as she ground his testicles together, his swollen spunkmakers rearranging themselves around her fingertips in an effort not to collapse under the pressure. And yet still, the male made no move to stop her. “You...you’re stronger than you look!” he warbled, his voice high and weak, yet unshakably confident.

The fire-type growled dangerously. “Do you want me to pop them?” she growled.

“I’d like to see you try,” he shot back.

The fox narrowed her eyes. “That can be arranged.”

“Ohhhh...ohh! Oh ARCEUS!”



Umbreon (M) vs. Blaziken (F)

Ten seconds later and they would have missed each other entirely – but it was just one of those days for the Umbreon. As he rounded the corner, lost in thought about tomorrow’s midterm, the male walked smack dab into the Blaziken from down the hall...still dripping wet from her shower, and wrapped in only a towel. Both ‘mon jumped in surprise, and the Umbreon threw his hands up in apology, accidentally knocking the towel from her body. His eyes widened at the sight of the female’s bare breasts...just as her foot came rocketing up between his legs in an instinctive kick, driving his family jewels into his throat.

A burst of pain exploded in his groin, and the dark-type doubled over with a quiet squeak, falling forward – directly onto the Blaziken. His face landed between her breasts, and by the time the Umbreon realized just how much danger he was in, the fire-type had already drawn her leg back for a second blow. This time her knee crushed his poor testicles to a fraction of their usual plumpness, his left nut slipping out of the way, but his right nut taking the full force of the blow. It was a small miracle that the orb didn’t burst as it was flattened between kneecap and pelvis, sending a massive wave of nausea into his gut. His muzzle opened to make some cry of pain – and then the male’s eyes rolled back into his head as he slumped to the ground, collapsing in a heap at the Blaziken’s feet.

“Perv!” spat the female, still fuming. She turned and stomped away down the hall, leaving the *********** Umbreon (and his two swollen testicles) for someone else to discover.



Cadance and Shining Armor (MLP)

Cadance looked at her fiancé with no small amount of irritation. “Are you disagreeing with me?”

“I guess I am–ah!”

The stallion suddenly looked queasy, his eyes going unfocused and his jaw falling slack. The unicorn’s horn sparked weakly as instinct kicked in, trying to cast a defensive spell – but then the foreign magic reached its intended target, and all the male’s resistance broke.

Across from him, the alicorn princess grinned maliciously, her own horn lit with a malevolent green light. “Oh dear, are you getting another one of your ‘headaches’?” Casually she stepped around the rigid male, in order to better examine her handiwork.

Shining Armor’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. Between his hind legs, his two heavy coltmakers were bathed in a sickly glow. The impressive orbs squirmed in his sac of their own accord, as if trying to retreat into his abdomen, but that did nothing to soothe the gut-wrenching nausea radiating from his groin.

Cadance narrowed her eyes, and suddenly the skin around his gonads grew taut. The unicorn let out a squawk of pain as his left nut was crushed by an invisible force, his eyes watering at the sudden bolt of testicular agony. His gonad instantly abandoned its usual round shape and flattened like a pancake, as though it were being stomped beneath an angry mare’s hoof.

Training for the Royal Guard had never prepared him for this. “Gyah!”

“Feeling better?” asked Cadance, a smirk playing at one corner of her mouth. Already, she was probably doing permanent damage to the stallion – but a few more pounds of pressure, and Ol’ Lefty would be nothing but plum pudding. Briefly, she considered it...but the risk of blowing her cover was too great. Besides, there would always be time to grind his gonads to goo after the changelings took over Equestria...

[SagaDC]

I always love to see new writing from you guys. If anything, it inspires me to get off my tail and actually finish working on my own writing projects. :P

I've also noticed a slowly growing trend on some of the art sites - more ballbusting art, furry or otherwise. Hopefully this trend will continue!

At any rate, I finally got around to polishing up a third part to my vaguely shaped fantasy story. A little trickier now, since it's moved beyond any of the original source material that inspired it. Still, I have some general ideas about where to go with it...



"You!"

"M-... me...?" Kira swallowed, hard, her eartufts drooping as she faced the accusatory stare of the panther lying in front of her. The gryphon's mind raced as she tried to think of a way to defuse the situation. Her tongue fumbled in her beak, as she tried to buy herself a few precious seconds. "N- now, hold on, this isn't what it looks like!"

Rhaelyn snorted, his eyes narrowed and his own ears slicked back as he took in the scene. He had only just awoken, but already his adrenaline was pumping after having found a gryphon hovering over him. A glance downward only heightened his apprehension - no, that was an undestatement, it pushed him to borderline panic! The gryphon had his balls grasped firmly in her claws! He also couldn't help but note his erection, but given the presence of the sizable talons just below that he was really finding it hard to focus on sexual arousal. "Unhand me, you filthy beast!"

Kira gasped at the panther's hissed demand, hurt by his tone and by his words. Her talons stayed right where they were, of course, carefully cradled about the male's delicate cargo as she clacked her beak with barely-concealed irritation. "Hey! Watch who you're calling a beast, you idiot! I'm trying to HELP you!"

Despite himself, Rhaelyn was actually a little flabbergasted that the gryphon had responded. Well, no, he had been expecting her to respond, but not in his native Pantherkin beast-tongue. It was a bit accented, a bit sloppy at the edge of the harder inflections, but it definitely wasn't the screeching and chirping he had come to expect from the gryphons. It was almost enough to make him forget how angry he was. Almost. "HELP me!? You were hunting me!"

"No you idiot, I was tracking you! I had to get to you before the Queen's hunters did!" Kira rolled her eyes dramatically, the talons of her free hand drumming against the stone of the cavern floor.

Rhaelyn curled his lip, snarling back defiantly. "You attacked me!"

"No, you attacked ME! I defended myself!" Kira narrowed her eyes a little, her muscles tensing. Could the beastkin really be this stupid?

"You knocked me ***********," the panther grunted. His tone was almost petulant, as if he had begun to realize that he might have been in the wrong - although he apparently still felt the need to be difficult.

"Yes, well, you stabbed me." Kira jerked her head back a little, gesturing toward the scabbed-over wound she had suffered on her flank. Fortunately the injury hadn't been a bad one, but it still got the point across.

"Ah, well..." the panther glanced to the wound, then back to the gryphon's face. "You, ah... you hit me." He glanced downward, his body heating a bit as he blushed. Given his dark fur, it was almost impossible to see, other than at the pink of his ears and nose.

Kira leaned in a bit, the tip of her beak hanging in the air just a foot from the panther's muzzle. "You lit me on fire." There was a hint of menace in her voice, but it was otherwise a dead-calm. If anything, that made the statement even more terrifying.

Rhaelyn coughed, lightly, his ears skewed now as he fidgeted against the cold stone beneath and behind him. The entirety of the fight had firmly reasserted itself in the forefront of his brain at this point, and in retrospect the panther could certainly understand how he might have been in the wrong. Of course, he didn't really want to ADMIT that. "Ah, w-well... you, ah... you almost ********* me!"

"Hmf," the hen grunted. "I still might."

Kira flexed her talons pointedly, getting a better grip on those soft little organs that she had trapped in one hand. The heat of her grip had loosened the male's sac to the point that it almost felt like warm clay, so she laced her fingers about the neck of the feline's scrotum to trap his balls against her palm. She tried to sound casual, even though her mind was racing. "Unless you start cooperating, that is."

The panther hesitated, his thighs tensed as he felt the gryphon's claws shifting against the tender flesh at his crotch. His muzzle worked a bit, but no words came out - his throat suddenly seemed impossibly dry. He briefly - very briefly - considered trying to pull the creature's hand away from his lap, but he really didn't want his genitals to go with it.

The hen arched a brow as she carefully watched the panther's face as plaintive defiance turned into embarassment and fear. She could see his eyes furtively glancing at her clenched talons, and she could guess what he might be thinking, so she carefully increased the pressure on the male's eggs. Not hard enough to hurt - not badly, at least - but enough to get his attention. "...so? What do you say?"

Rhaelyn blushed again, his whiskers twitching as he quickly averted his gaze. Suddenly it seemed important to spend some time studying the cavern wall, or one of the stalactite formations, or the frayed hem of his once-lovely shirt. He did his best to suppress a shiver as he felt those scaled fingers squeezing about his trapped glands, but he couldn't find his voice until the hen suddenly pinched at his left testicle.

"Well!?" Kira sounded more demanding, this time. More forceful. She didn't REALLY want to hurt the panther, despite what that little voice at the back of her head was telling her, but it seemed to be the only way to get through to him.

The panther choked in response, ears slicked back and his lips briefly curled at the twinge of pain that shot into his abdomen. That pinch was all it took to bring all his memories of the testicular trauma he had suffered flooding back to the forefront of his mind. "Ah, okay!" he mewled, his voice cracked and lilting toward the soprano. "Gods damn it, I said okay! Just let go of my balls!"

Kira did her best to suppress an evil little smirk, her head tilting to the side to obscure at least one corner of her mouth. Sure, she didn't want to hurt the panther, but it was really hard not to laugh at his overly dramatic reactions whenever she did. She eased up on the pressure again, but her fingers otherwise stayed right where they were. "Let go? No, I don't think I'll be doing that. Not until I'm sure you'll cooperate, that is. You're very tricky."

Rhaelyn squirmed a bit, even after the pressure relented, the pain lingering deep in his gut for several long seconds afterwards. What was worse, that pressure had rekindled that abominable ache that always followed in the days after being thoroughly racked. His bruised bits were doing their best to make up for lost time, throbbing with a faint but unignorable pain that dulled the panther's mind and made it difficult to concentrate. "F-... fine, okay, fine! Just don't, ng... don't squeeze them like that!"

The hen beamed, her breast swelling with no small amount of pride. She had guessed right! All it took was a good grip a little pressure, and she had already coaxed the beastkin into a more cooperative and respectful mood. Still, it couldn't hurt to make absolutely certain he got the point. "You're sure?"

The panther squawked in pain as the hen's talons pinched viciously about his right nut, this time, hard enough to cause the bloated flesh to bulge out from between her claws. His body went rigid for a split second, then convulsed against the stone wall as he reflexively bucked and squirmed. Only a quickly planted hand at his chest kept him from squirming free.

"Ngh! Aah...! Y- yes! Okay! Stop!" Rhaelyn's lips were curled back in a pained grimace, his voice lilting even higher this time. His eyes were closed tight, tears of pain welling up at their corners, and his ears were slicked flat as agony coursed through his every nerve. He bit into his tongue to keep himself from crying out as that impossible pain redoubled for a second, but then just as quickly it was gone. Well, not GONE exactly, but it dulled as the pressure relented.

"Good." Kira nodded, smugly. Her fingers unclenched, an eye dipping as she watched that abused orb slowly swell back into a vaguely ovoid shape. It almost seemed like magic to her. One little squeeze and the panther already seemed eager to please. "And I won't squeeze them again, not unless you force me to."

The panther panted for a moment, trying to regain his composure. The gryphon seemed willing to give him all the time he needed, so he milked it for all it was worth, squirming a bit and deliberately breathing heavily so that he had time to think of another escape plan. Sure, this gryphon might be telling the truth about being here to help him, but that was something he felt he would much rather discuss without the creature's talons wrapped about his nethers.

"So." Kira spoke again, breaking the uncomfortable silence after a few long moments. It had been fun to watch the panther pant and gasp for breath, his body shivering and squirming each time she adjusted her grip, but now it was getting boring. "Can we talk like civilized beastkin?"

Rhaelyn was mildly surprised by the hen's phrasing - it was rare for gryphons to refer to themselves as 'beastkin', although that's what they were by definition. The creatures were proud, and generally refused to be categorically lumped together with the other animal-like creatures that populated the world. "I, ah... I guess. For now."

Kira arched a brow, her head slowly tilting to one side. "For now?"

Rhaelyn swallowed, hard. "For, uh, for now. Unless you give me a reason not to."

Kira smiled at that, the corners of her mouth curling upward. "Alright, that's fair. So, let's try all of this over again. I'll forgive you for the stabbing and the burning, and you'll forgive me for the little bumps and bruises-"

The panther sputtered, his voice incredulous. "Little bumps and-"

The hen squeezed lightly, very lightly, and the panther promptly snapped his muzzle shut again. "LITTLE bumps and bruises, all things considered. You should really be thankful for my restraint, Ser Rhaelyn. After the stabbing and hitting and burning, I really would have been entirely justified if I had crushed something flat."

"That's-!"

"I still might," the gryphon purred, interrupting the panther's bluster. She settled down on her haunches, sitting between the male's wide-spread legs. Her empty hand lifted in front of the panther's muzzle, taloned fingers curling into a tightly packed fist as if she were crushing an imaginary set of kittenmakers. "Depending on what you're about to say."

"Hh... that's... that's fine, then." Rhaelyn reluctantly agreed, his voice hoarse and his ears drooped. "Consider it... forgotten. I, uh, I'm really sorry about..." He gestured vaguely, uncertain on just how he should proceed. "About all of this."

Kira smiled wider, her beak gaping a bit to accomodate the expression. She was literally purring, now, the deep thrum of her content vibrating at the base of her throat, just above her sternum. "About... which part? Be specific."

Rhaelyn scowled a bit, but he cooperated. "About attacking you, of course. The, ah, the stabbing and the magic, but it was an honest mistake! And besides, you won the fight, so if anyone should be apologizing here, it should really be you!"

The hen laughed, a sound like a cross between chirping and hissing. Her head bobbed lightly, her free hand sweeping through the air dismissively. "Apology accepted. And yes, I suppose I'm sorry for thrashing you so soundly, even though you deserved it for not listening to me when I asked you to stop fighting."

The panther snorted, faintly, muttering under his breath. "Yeah, right."

Kira arched her brows, her keen ears catching the uttered comment. "I am, Ser Panther. I really am genuinely, truly sorry." She wasn't, really, but she was trying to mend fences.

"Hmf, about which part? Be specific." The panther stated that part louder, since it was obvious that the gryphon had heard his earlier comment. He had moved past being scared or flustered, and now he was simply indignant.

The hen was surprised at the male's minor show of defiance, and for a split second she considered pinching his orbs again. She quickly thought better of it, though, laughing again as she mused. "Well now, let me think. I'm sorry about the part where I kicked you in the groin, since I'm sure that didn't feel good. And the part where I struck your balls with the flat of my beak, since you really howled when I did that. Oh, and the part where I stomped on your balls, and ground them into-"

"Okay!" The panther squeaked faintly, his eyes squeezed shut and his lip curled as if he were in pain. His voice was wavering again, like when she had pinched his soft spot, although this time she hadn't even flexed a finger. "Okay, I get the point! Move on!"

Kira peered at the panther oddly - had she somehow hurt him by talking about his injuries? Did he actually feel pain in his memories? She filed that away in her brain for later exploration. "Yes, well, I'm mostly sorry for your mate, because you probably won't be having kittens after that fight."

Rhaelyn flushed, hard, his body heating again as embarassment and anger wrestled in his mind. Still, now that he had thought about it, he really had nothing to gain from taking the gryphon's bait. The creature was obviously goading him. He grit his teeth and muttered softly, "Right. Well, I guess it's a good thing that I don't have a mate yet."

Kira perked an ear, a bit flustered at that odd fluttering feeling in her chest. "No? Well, that's too bad." She didn't REALLY have feelings about the panther, did she? No, of course not, they hardly knew eachother! Plus, he was from an entirely different species, and a jerk on top of that.

"Do you really think that I'd be tromping around in catbird territory if I had a beautiful bride waiting for me back home?" Rhaelyn practically spat the words out, shifting against the cavern wall as he found the strength to sit up a bit.

The hen leaned back a bit, although she sensed that the venom in the panther's words wasn't really directed at her. Not this time. She was genuinely curious, since the beastkin seemed handsome enough. His fur was lovely, relatively speaking, and his features were symmetrical and refined - plus he seemed well hung, for a biped, although Kira certainly wasn't an expert in that area. "Well, why not?"

Rhaelyn curled his lip, but he bit back his kneejerk response. It was an innocent enough question, and at least it wasn't another barb targeted at his manhood. "Because. I'm the youngest son of Clan fa Soren. Too important to marry whoever I want, but not yet important enough to be married off for political gain."

Kira shook her head. She had heard a little about the politics surrounding beastkin marriages - especially the so-called regal beastkin, such as the lions and panthers - but it seemed a little silly. The hen decided that she really didn't have time to muddle through the intracacies of clan politics, so she instead opted to tease the male again. "Well, I guess you don't have to worry about disappointing anyone when I cart you back to Clan fa Soren. About how I rendered you sterile, that is."

The panther winced at that, but he reached out to lightly shove at the gryphon's chest. "Ugh, shut up. I'm not sterile. I mean, I better not be, or no amount of low blows will keep me from thrashing you."

The hen seemed amused at that, so much so that she didn't even bother pulling away from the light shove at her chest. Instead, she eased her grip on the male's balls, settling them back down between his legs. "Aheh, well, we'll see. Anyway, I'm not so sure about you being sterile, but at least you can still get it up." Her talons raised away from the panther's eggs, one talon lightly rapping at the side of his still-rigid length instead.

Rhaelyn grunted, at that, relieved to feel those scaley fingers finally peeling off of his sac, but alarmed at the drumming of the gryphon's fingers. His hands shot down to his lap, shielding his nethers as quickly as possible - he could hardly tell when the creature might make another grab at them, after all! Of course, that made it hard to ignore the fact that he DID still have an erection despite all that he had been through.

The feline blushed furiously, ears slicked flat against his head and his thighs closed a bit, although the hen was still sitting between his legs so he couldn't close them far. "Ah... tha- don't touch that! That doesn't count! You're the one who-" He paused, hesitant for a second as he thought back on things - he could have sworn the gryphon was licking or suckling him when he had first woken up, but he hadn't actually SEEN anything. Could he have dreamed that part? Best not to say it, just in case. "You're... the one who's been fondling me for the past half-hour!"

Kira laughed again, entirely unabashed. "Yes, well, that was all business. It's not MY fault that you liked it so much. But hey, I had to make sure you wouldn't try to brain me again, and that seemed like the most convenient hand-hold."

Rhaelyn groaned, faintly, as he blushed again. He was getting tired of being on the defensive, although he was thankful that the gryphon seemed to be far friendlier now. Eager to move away from the creature before it changed it's mind, he pushed upward against the wall to stand unsteadily. His legs quivered a bit, muscles aching, but he braced himself with a hand and managed to hold steady.

"Hf. Nice, but you're not my type."

The panther glanced downward, toward the seated gryphon, eyes going a bit wide as he realized her head was at the same level as his bared crotch, his apparently unending erection bobbing just a foot from her beak. His paws promptly shot back down to his lap, one covering his nethers defensively and the other shoving at the gryphon's beak - harder this time. "Ugh, shut up! I- you tore a hole in my pants!"

Kira laughed, rolling back on her haunches as she pulled away from the panther's shoving paw. She flopped over backwards, her wings stretching carefully as she folded her forelimbs at her gut to feign mirth. "Ha ha ha! Oh, you should see the look on your face! You're really too high-strung, Ser."

The panther muttered, fussing with his pants as he tried to find some way to cover himself. It seemed hopeless, though, since the entire crotch of the garment had been torn out. He shot the reclined gryphon a withering stare, lip curled. "This isn't funny. I can't just go traipsing about with everything hanging out, especially not in this gods-forsaken frozen waste. Where did you put my pack? I'll have to change."

The gryphon remained on her back, smirking as she looked up at the panther. "Oh, did you have a pack? I didn't see one when I dragged you here."

Rhaelyn frowned, staring down at the beast. "What!? Well, I-... where's my cloak, then, I'll just have to..."

Kira laughed again, a taloned hand rising to her beak as tears of mirth welled up at the corners of her eyes. "You'll have to ask the bushes, Ser. It kept getting caught, so I took it off you a mile or so back."

Rhaelyn scowled, now, his expression darkening. "Well, what about my sword? Is that here? Because I'd really like to stab you again."

The hen snorted, her laugh cutting off abruptly. Head cocked, she fixed one bird-like eye on the feline standing over her as she tried to decide whether he was serious or not. "No, oddly enough I left it behind. I decided that it would be safer for both of us. Besides, I don't see what the big deal is. I'm not wearing any pants, but you don't hear ME complaining."

The panther sneered, now, his glance flitting downward as the gryphon gestured toward her lower body with one claw. "Of course you're not wearing pants. You brutes are barely civilized enough to-" He hesitated in mid-sentence, his gaze suddenly locked at the crux of the gryphon's legs. "Wait, you're a female!?"

Kira stared at the panther for a split second, incredulous. Shouldn't that have been obvious? And she really didn't care for the male's tone, either, but honestly- did she look like a drake? She had never felt so insulted in her life! 'Kick him!' that voice cried in the back of her head, 'kick him hard!'.

"Fine," the hen growled to herself. "I will."

"Fine what?" Rhaelyn asked, flustered all over again. It was an honest mistake, given that the gryphon was quadrupedal - no breasts, none of the distinctly femenine curves that the female catfolk had. Still, all of his interactions with the gryphon suddenly seemed a thousand times more awkward now, in retrospect, now that he realized that she was a she. Wait, had... had she been flirting with hi-?

But that was as far as the panther's thought process got, before the hen's powerful right hindleg bunched and then flicked upward to launch her padded hindpaw viciously up between his thighs. His paws were occupied with trying to cover that ungainly erection, so there was nothing to stop the brutal kick as it thundered right up into the male's low-hanging sac and crushed it up into his pelvis.

Rhaelyn managed a high-pitched squawk, oddly bird-like to Kira's ear, as her thick footpaw slammed home with enough force to lift the panther off of his feet. The blow was a powerful one, braced as Kira was against the stone floor, and her hind leg was deceptively long when fully uncurled. The panther was bounced a good three inches into the air, before landing right back on his feet - more out of feline reflex than out of desire.

Honestly, his spry landing was unfortunate, because Kira clenched her beak shut with grim determination, squaring herself as she recurled and recocked her legs before launching both of them back up into the male's devastated nethers. The voice was loud, now, and so hard to ignore. It wanted Kira to hurt the panther for his insult, and to hurt him badly!

To the panther, the first blow had passed in the blink of an eye. It had caught him off-guard, and he hadn't even finished processing the blow until he was in the midst of regaining his footing, his legs sprawled wide for stability. The second blow, though, that one he saw coming with dreadful clarity. He could see that oddly hurt look in the hen's eyes, and he saw her muscles tense as her shoulders and hips squared against the ground, but he had no time to react before her hindpaws impacted again with egg-scrambling force.

There was barely enough room for both of the hen's paws between the panther's thighs, but fate conspired to make sure that they struck true. One heavy nut was caught by each of the hen's paws, the male's left orb quivering violently against his pelvis before it managed to squirt free between her toes, the right flattening like clay as it was trapped firmly between the pad of her foot and unyielding bone.

The blow was enough to lift the panther a good six inches into the air, this time, and his legs were far too weak to keep him upright as he landed a second time. Instead, he collapsed bonelessly atop the startled hen with enough force to render her breathless. Fortunately, he wasn't in any state of mind to take advantage of his new position. In fact, Rhaelyn wasn't in any state of mind to do much of anything, beyond agonized whimpering as explosive pain raced through his every nerve.

Kira wrestled with the limp male for a moment before realizing this, relenting after she realized that he wasn't fighting back. That voice was screaming at her to press the advantage! To slam her knee up into his groin again and again, or to reach down and twist his fingers out of the way so she could squeeze until he treated her with respect again. But... no, she managed to force those thoughts out of her mind, and the voice quieted.

"Rrf... ah... Ser Rhaelyn, are... are you okay?" Kira carefully draped her forelimbs about the male, hugging him to her body as he shuddered and spasmed against her. His hands were plastered between his thighs again, his ears slicked back and his eyes closed tight as tears of agony matted the fur of his cheeks. He obviously wasn't okay, and that made the hen feel all that much guiltier about having given in to her baser instincts.

"Ohh gods, my BALLS!" was the only hoarse reply she received, although at least it confirmed that the male was conscious. That was good, at least.

Kira carefully rolled onto her side, her wing sliding out from beneath her before both wings folded against her back and out of the way. Rolling the panther out of her arms and onto his back, she clambered back up onto her feet before uttering a sigh. "I'm really, really sorry I had to do that, Ser. Really. You have to believe me! I just, you, I can't believe you couldn't tell I was a female!"

Rhaelyn coughed and groaned, writhing a bit more as he half-curled against the cold cavern floor. He wasn't in any shape to talk so he didn't even try, instead focusing all of his attention on making sure that his aching balls were still intact. They had to be, didn't they? How else could they possibly hurt so much?

The hen sighed again, crestfallen. It had taken so much work to get the male's cooperation the first time around, so how was she supposed to regain his trust now? Life was always so hard for her, and the panther wasn't making it any easier. Although honestly, life seemed kind of hard for him right now, too. Although... against all odds, he DID still seem to have an erection...

Kira smiled a little to herself, prowling around the writhing panther again as she planted a taloned hand against the male's hip to push him flat against the ground. His hands were buried over his sac, cradling his bruised balls protectively and trying to knead them back to some semblance of life, but that lovely piece of meat was just bobbing there with thick rivulets of seed running down it's sides.

"Well," Kira purred throatily as she ****** the panther's thighs apart and leaned in to nudge her beak against that length. "I really am sorry, Ser, so just lie back and let me help you feel better again..."

That, at least, got a response from the stricken male. His hands stayed at his balls, but he did settle cringingly against the stone, his teeth still gritted and his eyes still clenched shut, but at least he seemed to get her meaning - and better still, he seemed to be cooperating again. Truly, oral really was the universal language of peace.

With that in mind, Kira set about her work, dutifully mending fences and reinforcing the bonds of inter-species diplomacy. She could only hope that the panther had learned his lesson. Again. But still, the morning's interactions had been promising. The journey back to Clan fa Soren might still be a long and hard one, but all of a sudden she found that it just didn't seem to bother her as much anymore.

[beaktooth]

Oh hot! ~~~

[Jayfeathers stick]

You are a gifted writer.

[poiu]

Hot damn, Saga! I've reread this latest chapter at least three times since you posted it. Forgive me for not commenting until this fourth read-through – the first three times I was a bit (ahem) "busy".

Seriously, I love your characters and your writing and your scenarios and all of it. Kira's a wonderful tease of a ballbuster – giving Rhaelyn just enough casual abuse (both physical and verbal) to keep him in line, then giving him a hell of a wallop whenever he steps over. I like that she cares for him but is still willing to squash his plums to make a point.

Anyway, point is – please please please keep writing. This was like an early Christmas present, it's so good :P

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

...
At any rate, I finally got around to polishing up a third part to my vaguely shaped fantasy story. A little trickier now, since it's moved beyond any of the original source material that inspired it. Still, I have some general ideas about where to go with it...


Your story, SagaDC, was well worth waiting for.

I look forward to the next enthralling instalment.

[poiu]

Mythical Pain/Of The Wilds posted a holiday special yesterday for his Dragon in the Dungeon series – it's got a few nice nutshots in it, as well as boatloads of fourth-wall breaking and other fun. Check it out: http://www.sofurry.com/view/478288

I've also been working on a new Dragon Slaying snippet with P'oiu and Lia, as part of a weekly challenge series (http://furrybb.myforum.ro/writing-art-challenges-vf6.html) on the new furry BB forum. This week's theme is ball-squeezing, and while this is still a rough draft, I thought it might make a nice Boxing Day present for the forum :)

Let me know if you have any thoughts! I'm not sure if y'all enjoy these characters quite as much as I do, but I hope it's fun to see them again regardless :P



It wasn’t at all unusual to wake up with Lia’s claws wrapped around my dragonmakers – after all, she was rather fond of the pair. But after a few months of living with a born ballbuster, you learned to tell the difference between “cupping” and “gripping”. And this was definitely the later.

Sure enough, I opened my eyes to find the dragoness propped on one elbow beside me, still beneath the bedcovers but already wide awake. The look on her face was one I’d seen many times in the year since we’d become mates – a mischevious grin with a flash of teeth. That was usually the last thing I saw before Lia’s tailtip flicked up into my ballsac, or her foot slammed up between my legs, or any other time she chose to casually rack me during the course of the day (which was often). After a year of conditioning, the sight automatically made my balls start retreating into my body – though oddly, it also sent a strong throb through my member.

This time, however, was slightly different. For one thing, the female had a very secure grip – my poor stones had no chance of retreating. And for another, there was something else in her look that was less familiar. Excitement? Nervousness?

“...Good morning?” I said tentatively.

“Good morning,” she replied smoothly. “Sleep well?”

“Y-yeah.” I felt her fingers move beneath the sheets as she adjusted her grip, and I couldn’t help but swallow nervously. “Can I, uh...ask what’s going on?”

Her grin grew wider. “I’ll give you three guesses, stud.”

This sounded dangerous. “And...if I guess wrong?”

The bed rustled ever so slightly, and suddenly I was wide awake.

“Ah.” It was only a warning squeeze, but it was enough to know that she meant business. “Got it.”

“Good.” The dragoness scooted closer and pressed her naked body up against my side, so that her arm didn’t have quite so far to reach. She rolled my left nut carefully in her fingers, and my gut lurched as her claws dimpled the surface of the rubbery orb. “Then start guessing.”

It probably would have been easier to think without a nude dragoness lying beside me, or without the threat of impending testicular agony...but there was no avoiding either of those things with Lia. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “Um. Did I oversleep?”

I felt the answer before I heard it. I bit back back a groan as a sudden jolt of nutache shot up my spine, my leg twitching involuntarily in response.

“Wrong,” replied Lia, smiling sweetly.

She held the squeeze, and after a few moments the sharp pain gave way to a duller throb. The ache spread slowly through my groin. I exhaled tensely. A year ago, a grip like this would have had me hyperventilating and begging for release...but after a year with Lia, I had learned to tolerate a little discomfort. (And besides, this was nothing compared to actually losing a nut.)

Still, another wrong guess would make things a lot worse. I tried to focus. Why would she wake me up like this? It seemed important...unless she was just fucking with me, of course. Was I forgetting something? But what?

Maybe...maybe Opal was visiting today. It had been a few weeks since we’d last seen the frog, and Lia did have a habit of throwing in a few extra nutshots when our friends were around. (At one point, Opal might have scolded that behavior – but ever since she’d seen my destroyed nut literally rebuild itself, Opal had grown much more casual about bashing up my balls. Much to Lia’s delight.)

It was worth a guess. “...Do we have company?” I asked hesitantly.

“Nope.”

Lia’s claws tightened another notch, and this time I couldn’t help but moan. My toeclaws curled as the nutache spread further through my abdomen, nausea building in my stomach. Beneath the sheets, my scaly spuds bulged inside the female’s clenched fist, the poor orbs beginning to deform under the pressure. I could feel one of her clawtips digging into the center of my right nut – like a skewer trying to stab through my sac, or a needle about to pop a balloon.

If it had been difficult to think before, now it was nearly impossible. I grit my teeth and fought the urge to pry her fingers away – I knew from experience that that only led to more agony. I had to be forgetting something...what was I forgetting? An important date?

That didn’t quite seem right either, but it was my best shot left, and fuck was I eager to get her hands away from my huevos. “It’s not...is it our anniversary?” I asked, my voice cracking.

Lia was not amused. “Wrong again,” she answered – and clamped down with her full strength.

I have to say: there’s nothing more nauseating for a male then the moment when your testicles lose their natural shape. (I say this as a guy who has gotten his balls bashed up more times than he can count.) Any time a girl slams her knee up between your legs, there’s a split second where your eggs are totally scrambled – crushed between your pelvis and her kneecap like pancakes. It’s excrutiating. And when your nuts are in a dragoness’s fist, squishing out between her claws like a pair of cheap stress balls – well, that’s a whole different league of agony.

After all the trauma that my balls had survived, the rational part of my brain knew I was in no serious danger. But the irrational part...well, let’s just say that a pair of ruptured dragon testicles seemed like a very real possibility.

“OKAY OKAY I GIVE UP JUST LET GO!!” My voice had jumped at least an octave – as it usually did when Lia was flattening my gonads to their limits. “FUCK, LIA, MY BALLS!”

“I’m not letting go until you guess!” she shouted back. She had rolled on top of me now, trying to keep me pinned in place as she crushed the spunk out of my jewels. (I imagine it was a bit like riding in a rodeo, with the way I was bucking beneath her.)

“THEN I NEED A HINT!” I squealed. “BEFORE YOU BREAK SOMETHING!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be worried about that – your nuts are working just fine.” Lia adjusted her grip, and I let out a fresh mewl of testicular torment. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be looking at baby names.”

My mate looked down at me expectantly, but with nausea and nutache clouding my thoughts, it took a moment to process exactly what she’d said. When I did, it hit me like a stomp to the groin. “You’re...you’re pregnant?!” I squawked, in a mix of agony and disbelief.

She grinned again. “You bet your balls I am!”

The dragoness gave one last extra-strong squeeze – which sent stars through my vision – before she let my gonads pop out from between her fingers. Instantly I curled into the fetal position, hands flying to my tortured groin.

Lia watched me with amusement for a few minutes, waiting as I moaned and groaned through the worst of the pain. Finally she moved closer, wrapping an arm around my chest and spooning me from behind.

“So what do you think, dad-to-be?” Her bare breasts pressed against my back. “Good news, right?”

“That’s...that’s wonderful,” I wheezed, claws latched tight around my sac. The orbs within were still sending waves of pain through my gut, protesting their mistreatment – but at least they were intact. “But why the...ohhhhh...why my nuts?”

“Eh. Call it a pregnancy craving. The first of many, no doubt.” She leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “Besides – this is all their fault.”

I just closed my eyes and tried not to throw up.

[Jayfeathers stick]

I like the characters and I can't wait for your next post this on was great. :)

[Ren]

Here's some original content I made with the pony creator:

http://thumbnails101.imagebam.com/23100/0b4239230995501.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/0b4239230995501)

Version without magic:

http://thumbnails102.imagebam.com/23100/fd8f36230995504.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/fd8f36230995504)

[darkwing]

This one is definitely furry
http://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=604134
;)

[Johnni]

http://i.imgur.com/VQaxE.jpg
http://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=827256


http://i.imgur.com/2YIeW.jpg
http://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=567410

Does anybody know how to find the artists that made these on Rule 34? The site doesn't have much info.

[poiu]

The second image is by LordStevie (http://rule34.paheal.net/post/list/LordStevie/1) (FurAffinity (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lordstevie)) – I don't think he has anything much BB-themed, unfortunately, but I do like his style in general.

Nice pose, Ren! And darkwing, good find as well :)

[Mythical Pain]

Been enjoying Poiu's shorts these days. ( Thanks for plugging my DitD Christmas story, Poiu. Over on SoFurry. It does indeed have 4 good ball busts in it. One of them comes directly from a request from a certain fan, too... lol. )

So, as I've got limited time but a desire for a bit of furry nut cracking...here's another little short story featuring Melissa and Adam. I just whipped this one up on the spot, so don't expect too much. Hope you enjoy it, though!


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Melissa growled to herself as she walked through the front door. What a horrible day. The vixen tossed her backpack on the couch, sighing. She paused a moment and ran her black furred hands over her red furred face, pinning ebon tipped ears back. Just one thing after another lately. As she padded through the living room, she adjusted her pale blue shirt a little, a cartoonish pony emblazoned between her breasts. Then she shifted her jeans a little, damn things seemed to get a little tighter every time she washed them. Not that she minded the way they outlined the curves of her hips, rump and legs, but she generally preferred more comfortable clothing. Still, when it was all that was clean she had to make do.

Tired and grumpy as she was feeling, Melissa thought a soda would do the trick. She padded to the fridge, flicking the kitchen light up. As she popped open the fridge and scanned its contents, she growled in frustration. Looked like they were out of sodas. She was sure there was at least one left that morning, but no there was no sign of it. Damn. She closed the fridge and turned around, only to spot an open can of Mountain Dew sitting on the counter. She picked it up, still half full, and already warm. Some little brat must have gotten to it first and wasted half of it.

Speaking of little brats, about that time Melissa’s younger brother Adam wandered into the living room. She glared at the nerdy little fox a moment, but the scrawny runt paid her no heed. As usual Adam was wearing a shirt with something exceedingly geeky on it. This one looked reference a fantasy TV show Melissa was pretty sure had exactly five views. Adam, and all his friends. The pair of khaki shorts he wore were probably the closest thing he had to style.

Adam began to fiddle with the TV remote, and Melissa glanced at the clock. Damn. Just about time for one of his favorite TV shows. It was of course some anime nonsense that she couldn’t make heads or tails of. Even before the show came on, Adam was humming the theme song and somehow getting more off key with every passing moment. Melissa pinned her ears back again, that was going to get on her nerves really fast.

Then the young vixen grinned to herself. She might not have her soda, but she knew a great way to blow off some steam. What was more stress relieving for an angry girl then kicking some boy right in the nards? Adam’s would do nicely. They always did. After all, what were little brothers for if not for helping their sisters with stress relief?

Melissa walked out into the living room till she was standing just behind her little brother. The vixen wanted to act as casual as possible. No point in giving him a reason to cover up his little furry fox nuts before she got to crack them. His bushy tail swayed behind him as he hummed that obnoxious song, and Melissa teasingly grabbed it. Adam yipped and laughed, taking a step forward to pull his hand away.

“Cut it out, Mel,” the nerdy little fox muttered. “My show’s about to be on.”

“Oh boy,” Melissa muttered. Then she smiled, and let her voice taken on an excited tone. It wasn’t hard, given what she was about to do. “Oh, Adam! Can you help me with this a minute?”

“Help you with what?” Adam asked, starting to turn around.

No sooner had the little fox nearly turned around then Melissa launched her leg foot forward, sending her sneaker rocketing straight towards the younger fox’s groin. There was an audible THWACK as Melissa kicked her younger brother right in the balls as hard as she could. The toe and top of her sneaker collided sharply with the bottom of the young fox’s furry testicles, crunching the tender canine glands between shoe and pelvis. Melissa’s foot came to a sudden and complete stop then dropped out from between his legs only a second later.

“AAARRRRPPP!” Adam gave a hilarious high pitched, canine sounding yelp as his sister kicked him in the nuts. His eyes bugged out behind his glasses, his black furred ears twisted back and he dropped to the floor in an instant like a furry sack of potatoes. Familiar yet shockingly intense pain radiated from the young fox’s madly aching jewels. Clutching his battered vulpine privates, Adam began to roll back and forth, crying his eyes out. “Aaaaaahhhhh! HRRK! Aaaaaahhhh! My nards, my naaaards!”

“Help me with my mood,” Melissa said, giggling like crazy as she watched the smaller fox squirm about at her feet. God, she loved doing that. “I’m starting to feel a little better now.”

“Nnnnnnnnhnnnn,” was all Adam could say in reply. His developing furry balls were aching so badly. Why did they have to ache so much? No matter how many times she did that to him, he just couldn’t get used to the pain. “Oooooh, my aching nards!”

That of course only made Melissa laugh even harder. It also had the effect of making her wonder just how badly they really “ached”. And if she could make it worse. Ah, who was she kidding. She knew she could. Grinning to herself, she reached down and grasped Adam’s hands, wrenching them away from his crotch.

“No!” Adam moaned in pained horror. “Not again! Please! Not my nards again!”

“Yeah, your nards again!” Melissa grinned at him, lifted her foot, and them stomped down against Adam’s crotch.

“AAAAAAAHHH!” The little fox screamed as the older vixen smushed his testicles beneath her shoe.

Melissa bared her fangs, laughing. “Oh, I’m gonna squish ‘em!”

Melissa wriggled her foot back and forth, working her shoe against her younger brother’s vulpine testicles. With her shoe on, she couldn’t really feel the glands getting trapped the way she could when she stepped on him barefoot, but that was alright. She could tell just by the look on his face she’d gotten them. The more she pushed her foot down, the louder Adam screamed and the more scrunched up his face got.

Soon Adam’s muzzle was so crinkled up he’d bared every one of his sharp little teeth. His ears were so flattened back they’d practically molded to his skull, and tears streamed freely even through clenched eyelids. As he screamed, his pink tongue curled inside his muzzle. And while she stepped on his nuts, the little fox twisted and writhed in agony, trying to free his hands from her grasp even as he futilely struggled to escape her foot.

Melissa just laughed and laughed. She’d never had much sympathy for a male’s testicles. After all, she didn’t have those silly things. What did she care how much they hurt? Besides, she had a sneaking suspicion males exaggerate the pain, anyway. Whatever the case, it sure was fun to do. Finally, when she’d been laughing so hard her ribs were aching, she lifted her foot and let Adam go.

Melissa stepped away from the little fox and plopped down onto the sofa. Adam curled up to cup his unbearably aching fox nuts in his paws, crying like a hungry kit. As he sobbed, he slowly rolled from side to side. Melissa giggled to herself as she watched, and glanced at the clock. She wanted to time how long he cried from latest little ball busting adventure.

“Aww, got ‘em both, huh Adam?” She giggled, then fetched the remote to turn it to a show she was interested in. “I’m gonna change the channel. I don’t think you’ll be in any position to watch anything for at least thirty minutes…”

Grinning to herself, she switched to a show she knew he hated. With a sigh, she leaned back into the couch. She felt better already.

It was good to be a girl.

[SagaDC]

Fantastic as always, MP. Short but sweet.

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks very much! I've been enjoying your gryphoness adventures, too, but haven't had much chance to say so. Have you been posting those on SF or elsewhere I might be able to "Fav" them?

With my concentration on DitD, short is just about all I have time for when it comes to ballbusting, hehe. Thinking about whipping up a few different shorts like that with Adam and Melissa, and maybe some other Sleeping Bag Characters. Wouldn't mind seeing James the husky get floored a few times! ( Or even Josh the chubby wolf and Tom the skinny cheetah. ) Sarah the lionness has a little brother too...::Grins::

[SagaDC]

To be honest, I'd never really thought about posting things on FA or SF. I mean, I have accounts on both, but mostly just so I can lurk about. I suppose I should consider it, though.

That aside, I think it's safe to say that we're all interested in seeing more from Melissa's World (or the expanded Sleeping Bag universe).

[jabby]

Excellent story MP. I look forward to reading more Melissa's world stories! Maybe Sarah the lioness could find out what its like to bust some balls for the first time ;)

[Mythical Pain]

To be honest, I'd never really thought about posting things on FA or SF. I mean, I have accounts on both, but mostly just so I can lurk about. I suppose I should consider it, though.

That aside, I think it's safe to say that we're all interested in seeing more from Melissa's World (or the expanded Sleeping Bag universe).

I'd say you certainly should! Ballbusting stories in general may not get a whole lot of Favs on those sites, but there are definitely a dedicated group of enthusiasts who are frankly starved for some well written ball-busting tales, and yours certainly quality. The added depth you've worked in as the story progresses only makes them all the better.

Especially on SoFurry, putting them in the right groups would help get them a little more attention as well.

And if you start getting other story ideas you want to write about, you'll have a few fans already to start reading them, and the more you post, the more fans you'll get.

After all, I may have the most popular story of the past year on SF, but the very first thing I ever posted on SoFurry? ...The Princess And Her Pets, lol.

And if you like, let me know your SF and FA names so I can watch you, hehe. Far more active there then here. Feel free to PM them to me if you prefer.





Excellent story MP. I look forward to reading more Melissa's world stories! Maybe Sarah the lioness could find out what its like to bust some balls for the first time ;)

Thanks very much! I do like the idea of having Sarah crack some furry nuts, myself. Though...I rather doubt it would be her first time. Hanging out with Melissa, I can't help but imagine she's at least tried it a few times. After all, Sarah has a little brother of her own, and I'm sure Melissa has already taught her the best way to get a young lion to stop bugging her...:D

[Jayfeathers stick]

Fntastic story:thumbup

[SagaDC]

After all, I may have the most popular story of the past year on SF, but the very first thing I ever posted on SoFurry? ...The Princess And Her Pets, lol.

Well hey, I enjoyed The Princess and her Pets, too. No need to sell yourself short. :)

[Mythical Pain]

Well hey, I enjoyed The Princess and her Pets, too. No need to sell yourself short. :)

Oh, I enjoyed it too! And thanks for saying that!

My point was just that...just because something is a niche thing, like ballbusting, doesn't mean you shouldn't post it! Especially if you're still looking to find more people interested in the same things as you.

My other point was that, even if its something you don't expect to get many Favs on a site like SoFurry, there's likely to be a few people who will enjoy it. I talk to people in the chat rooms over there often who say, "Oh, I'm a writer here too but I gave up because I didn't get many favs on my first story." I try to tell them, thats not the point of writing, but it doesn't always work.

Long story slightly shorter, you should post them!

I dunno if I'll post that little Melissa snippet from above, I think that was mostly just for this forum, hehe. That might frighten my core fan base lol.

[SagaDC]

Stumbled across these two sequential pics on a Japanese forum. Lots of ballbusting images, but not many that would be considered Furry. They're the Manga-style furries, though, which means humans with fuzzy ears, tails, and sharp canine teeth. :P

A little hard to follow, since it's a manga-style layout, but there's some definite squeezing going on there.

http://board.sweetnote.com/redcampany/image/20130127213356974484 (F/M)
http://board.sweetnote.com/redcampany/image/20130127213659566395 (F/M)

Edit - Oh, it also has some pretty graphic sexxing so, uh, you know. Not safe for work. Not that most ballbusting images are, anyway. ;P

[SagaDC]

As an aside, I went ahead and fleshed out my FurAffinity account a bit. Still figuring out how submissions work, but I re-editted the first chapter of my story (and finally gave it a name) before uploading it. My account name is SagaDC over there, just like it is here. Link is at http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/, for those who use FurAffinity.

I actually just finished writing Part 4 a few hours ago, but I'm going to sleep on it. Need to go over it with a fine-tooth editting comb before I share it. :P

[Mythical Pain]

As an aside, I went ahead and fleshed out my FurAffinity account a bit. Still figuring out how submissions work, but I re-editted the first chapter of my story (and finally gave it a name) before uploading it. My account name is SagaDC over there, just like it is here. Link is at http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/, for those who use FurAffinity.

I actually just finished writing Part 4 a few hours ago, but I'm going to sleep on it. Need to go over it with a fine-tooth editting comb before I share it. :P

Hooray! Good to hear. Looking forward to reading it. I'll go Watch you on FA. Are you on SoFurry as well? I'm way more active over there. They get my stories far earlier then FA, and sometimes, they get stories FA doesn't.

FA is behind both my DitD Christmas "Outtake" with 4 great ball busts, and also the 7th true installment of DitD. Gotta post them over there eventually.

[SagaDC]

Are you on SoFurry as well?

Just got myself set up there as well. Same name-

Well, I just noticed that you already spotted the account, so I guess that makes this post moot. For anyone else on Sofurry.com, though, my account is under the name SagaDC like it is here. :P

I must admit, though. The submission system on SF does seem to be a bit more intuitive than the one on FA.

[Mythical Pain]

Just got myself set up there as well. Same name-

Well, I just noticed that you already spotted the account, so I guess that makes this post moot. For anyone else on Sofurry.com, though, my account is under the name SagaDC like it is here. :P

I must admit, though. The submission system on SF does seem to be a bit more intuitive than the one on FA.

Immensely so! That's why my stuff shows up there first lol.

[jabby]

Looking forward to your next instalment SagaDC!

[Jayfeathers stick]

I also can't wait

[SagaDC]

No pressure, right? :P

But yeah, I'm re-editing it right now, so I should have it up soon. Part 4 introduces a few new characters, and the most time-consuming part always ends up being name selection. I mean, I know it's not a huge deal, but it never hurts to be careful. :)

Since I've posted on SF and FA, I've also noticed that more folks tend to favor Part 1 and Part 3 over the second installment. Poor Rhaelyn, I guess he's destined for more pain than pleasure.

[SagaDC]

Apologies for the delay. While editing, I went back and changed a section of the story and a name of one character - but you know how it goes. Once I changed that, it meant that I had to change another part, and another, and then re-edit the entire thing. Maddening!

On the bright side, Part 4 has apparently become twice as long as any of the preceding parts. Good, because it lets me fit in more story and more dialogue, but bad because it gives the overall story less punch. I'll have to see how folks feel about that.

This chapter also marks the first time that other characters join the roster (however briefly), although one or two of them might find a recurring role in later stories. I suppose that all depends on feedback. :)

At any rate, sorry to keep you all waiting so long. Rest assured that I'm posting it here first, for you fine folks, before I put it up anywhere else. I owe you all that much. ;)



A Gryphon's Tail, Part IV

The Hunters

"Kira, slow down!" Rhaelyn eased himself over another slippery, iced-over rock, leaning unsteadily against a convenient tree as he sought to regain his balance. "You know I can't keep up with you!"

The gryphoness snorted, quietly enough that she hoped the panther wouldn't hear it, but she did slow her pace. Peering back over her shoulder, she could see that the male had indeed fallen behind by a good thirty strides, so she doubled back to rejoin him. "Well, it's not my fault that you bipeds are so slow."

Rhaelyn grunted, leaning his weight against a makeshift walking stick as he limped forward to meet Kira halfway. There was a vague tinge of annoyance to his voice, but he was careful to mind his tone - the last thing he wanted to do was upset the gryphon again. They had lost an entire day to that nonsense already, and he really didn't think he could afford to do it again. In more way than one.

"Don't start that again, please. You know that-" He hesitated, ears flicking back before he sighed. "You know that I'm wounded."

Kira smirked faintly despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, her eyes sparkling and the corners of her beak curling upward ever so slightly. "Oh, you're still going on about that?"

She turned back about, deliberately moving to keep the panther from seeing her expression before she set off again - albeit at a deliberately slowed speed, this time. "It's a wonder you catfolk still exist. A few bumps, a few bruises, and suddenly you're completely useless."

The panther scowled some, trying to quicken his own pace so that he could move alongside the female, but with limited success. It was true, he still had some pretty nasty bruises that were slowing him down, but it didn't help that the hen felt the need to point them out every five minutes. He started to say something, but a second later he bit back the incensed retort that had almost reached his tongue. What was the point? "Hnf."

Kira walked in silence for a few seconds, deliberately giving the male a chance to come up with a witty rejoinder or childish retort, but he didn't seem interested this time. She subtly increased her speed a half-step, her cat-like tail whipping back and forth behind her as she finally spoke up again. "A little battle damage, and it's all over. Can't fight. Can't walk. Can't breed."

Rhaelyn winced a bit at that, but he shrugged off the hen's barb quickly. Honestly, he was getting used to them by now. The two had been limping their way through the frozen woods for the better part of the day now, and this was the fift- no, the sixth time she had made light of his injuries. At least the constant chatter seemed to be improving her language skills. She was learning so quickly that Rhaelyn might have almost been impressed, if he weren't so annoyed.

He grumbled, shaking his head a bit as he debated how to respond to this latest jab. The hen seemed to take some warped sense of enjoyment in deliberately outpacing him, just so she could bring up his injuries over and over again each time he complained.

"Right," the panther grunted. Passive aggression it was. "That must be it."

The gryphon cocked her head, brow arched as she sent a glance back in the male's direction. She wasn't always keen on emotional subtext, but even she could detect the sullen note to the panther's tone. Her first impulse was to tease him about that as well, but she held her tongue. Perhaps she HAD been a little too hard on him.

"Oh come now, Ser Rhaelyn..." Kira cooed, sympathetically. She slowed to a crawl, dropping back to walk alongside the male once more. She had bashed and bludgeoned him a good deal over the past two days, although she felt that she had more than made up for it in the interim. She had nursed him back to health twice now, and she had even backtracked a mile just to retrieve the feline's silly cloak after he kept complaining about his lack of coverings.

She sighed, rolling her eyes a bit as she relented. "Well fine, then what were we talking about before you set in with the whining?"

Rhaelyn curled his lip, baring a few sharp teeth as he- no, he bit back his first retort, and then his second. Drawing in a deep breath, he let it out slowly before staying on task. "We were talking about you. About why you left the Gryphon territories and became a rogue tracker."

Kira stuck her tongue out a bit, the very tip of her pink tongue protruding from the curled edge of her beak. "Oh. Well." Head uplifted in aloof fashion, she sniffed faintly as she bumped her flank up against the male's leg - just hard enough to force him to stumble a bit. "I don't want to talk about THAT anymore."

The panther almost toppled anyway, but he caught himself against a passing tree just fast enough to keep his footing. His weight settled back onto his walking stick as he eyed the hen. "Ah, just like that then. I want to stop talking about something and you hound me about it for hours. You don't want to talk about something, and-"

"My rights as victor." She interjected, abruptly. "Twice over. No, make that THREE times over."

Rhaelyn's brow furrowed, "Excuse me?"

Kira bounded forward a few paces past the male, twisting about to walk backwards so she could look at him at the same time. "My rights as victor." She repeated, all innocence. Her eyes were wide, and her voice was a cooing tone that was all butterflies and honeysuckles. It didn't fool Rhaelyn for a second.

"Rights as...?" He prompted her. He already knew what she meant, and what she was going to say, but he figured that he might as well let her get it out of her system.

"As victor!" There was a renewed bounce to the hen's step, and she seemed to have no difficulty navigating over ice-covered stones even though she wasn't paying any mind to where she was going. "It's an old gryphon custom!"

Rhaelyn rolled his eyes halfway about, but he feigned curiousity. "By the gods, it is? You don't say!" The hen's eyes narrowed a bit, and for a second the panther feared he may have layed it on a bit too thick. He cleared his throat, subtly moving his walking stick to shield his crotch. "Er, so what does it mean, then?"

Kira eyed Rhaelyn for another few seconds, her beak clamped shut and her expression dour. She wasn't actually irritated or anything, but she did so love to watch the panther squirm. Finally, she smiled again as she continued. "When a hen and a drake have courted , there are the trials of combat."

The panther's whiskers twitched, but he didn't say anything. Not just yet.

"The victor takes the lead in the relationship and makes the decisions for both." Kira continued, perhaps a little too gleefully. "So, we're not talking about me anymore, because that's my right as victor."

"Yes, well..." the panther drawled, ears flicked forward and tail lashing restlessly. "If I recall my teachings properly, I can demand a rematch whenever I see fit, and that would let me retake the dominant role."

Kira cocked her head, staring at the male. She had forgotten that he considered himself a self-taught expert on gryphon affairs. Given how often he seemed to have his foot in his mouth, it was astonishing to actually hear him get something right. "Yes, but only once a day. Elsewise, hens and drakes would just be fighting eachother all the time and no one would ever get anything done."

Rhaelyn snorted at that, but he didn't say anything. Not a word.

The hen's eyes narrowed a bit, but she kept a smile on her beak. "Why, did you want a rematch? I mean, I'm up for it, but there's no telling what I might break this ti-"

"No!" Rhaelyn's ears were bolt upright, despite his efforts to maintain a casual demeanor. He gestured emphatically with his free hand, just to make certain there was no miscommunication. "No, ha ha, no... I don't think we need to do that. We, uh, should just be focused on finding our way back to the clan territories."

Kira practically giggled, and she made no effort to hide it. Sometimes the beastkin truly did annoy her, but then there were moments like this that reminded her why she had become so infatuated with him. Er, not that she was infatuated with him. No. She had a purely professional interest, right?

"Right." Kira muttered to herself, absently navigating around a brambleberry bush.

The panther arched a brow, "Did you say something?"

"What?" Kira seemed a bit startled, but she recovered quickly. "Ah, no, it was nothing. So like I said, we're choosing a new subject. I don't want to talk about myself anymore."

Rhaelyn allowed himself the slightest hint of a smirk, his tail lashing again as he sensed the advantage. "No. No, I don't think so. I'd like to-" He paused as he stumbled over a protruding root. Had the hen actually just guided him into that to distract him? "I'd like to talk about this. About the trial, and about you."

"Nope!" Kira spun about, facing away from the panther again as she trotted off at double-speed. "And it's my call! Rights as victor three times over!"

She slowed, a dozen feet out, so that she could peer back over her shoulder at the male with the sweetest smile she could muster. "Unless... rematch?"

"Wha- no. No rematch." The panther gestured broadly with his free hand - the one that wasn't busy keeping him upright. "There are no rematches, no trials, no combat. None. We don't have any need for any combat, trial or otherwise."

Kira stuck her tongue out again, abruptly setting down on her haunches as she found a nice rock to perch upon. She lifted a forelimb, crooking a taloned finger as she pointed toward the male. "Spoilsport. But fine. Then what's on your mind? You said you still wanted to talk about...?"

The panther came to a halt to stand in front of the hen, and it was evident that he was a good head and shoulders taller than her - despite the fact that she was clearly trying to sit up as high as she could manage. She had even selected a raised rock to perch upon, and she was still only eye-level with his chest. "About the trial of combat."

"Which one?" Kira chirped, eyes wide and innocent. "There are lots."

Rhaelyn smirked, jabbing the hen lightly with the end of his walking stick. She quickly batted it away. "The one you just brought up. The trials of courtship and domination."

The hen was suddenly evasive, her head flicked down as she studied her talons. Tch, had she chipped the tip off of her smallest...? "Oh?"

The panther smirked a bit more openly now, and he moved in for the kill. "Well, we're not courted, are we?"

Kira eyed the male, just a tad uncertain on how she should be answering that question. Righteous indignation seemed appropriate. "Me? To a cripple like you? Please."

Rhaelyn's ear twitched, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the hen's tone, but he chose to ignore it. "So the trial of domination wouldn't apply."

"Well, I don't know," the hen muttered darkly. "You always seem so much more cooperative after I've softened you up a bit."

The panther edged away from the hen a few steps, but he tried to do so as casually as he could manage. It wasn't cowardice, no, he just felt that he might be a little more comfortable in a spot that was just beyond the gryphon's reach. "Er, besides," he teased. "Since when do rogues concern themselves with the rituals of proper gryphon conduct? Do you also wear the flayed skins of your rivals, and dance about under the blood moo-"

"OKAY!" Kira threw her hands up, talons spread wide. "Okay! Gods, you're thick!" She hopped back up onto all fours, twisting about so she could set back to walking. Anything to move along. "So we were talking about me, then!"

Rhaelyn grinned, sharp teeth and all, but he was smart enough not to gloat. Instead he set back to limping along behind the hen, his tone a soothing rumble. "Right. We were."

"Ugh," the hen grunted. "There's not much to tell. My mother died on a hunt when I was a hatchling, and my father sold me off to beastkin traders in exchange for a beakful of ale."

The panther nodded slightly, one corner of his mouth turned downward in a slight frown. It was a sad tale to be sure, but hardly out of the norm for a gryphon. He prompted the hen again. "Right, you said as much. He sold you to, ah- you said they were Tan'ari traders? They're a tiger clan, aren't they? From the Deserts of Desolation?"

The hen bobbed her head, her neck craned as she scanned the skies for any sign of other gryphons. There had been no trace of pursuers for the past day, but she couldn't imagine that the Queen's hunters would have given up so quickly. "Sure, I guess. I mean they are, but I didn't- I don't spend much time with them. I, uh, have a hard time dealing with other beastkin sometimes."

"Oh? I hadn't noticed." The panther grinned, but he balked as the hen shot him a dirty look. His expression shifted back to a carefully neutral one, and he made a point of glancing skyward as well. Nothing but clouds. "Look, Kira, you're really one of the most... personable gryphons that I've ever met."

"Really!?" Her head held high, the female peeked back at the panther for another scant second. She wasn't entirely certain what the word meant, but it certainly sounded like a compliment! Turning her eyes front, she hastened off to the lead again, absently thankful that her feathers and fur really kept any signs of her embarassment well concealed. "Well, ah, thanks!"

Rhaelyn snorted, shaking his head in bemusement. The fur might conceal her blushing, but the tenor of her voice made it obvious. For a fleeting moment, it almost made her seem cute. "I mean, aside from the random fits of violence and sadism, that is."

Kira's giddiness vanished, and she rolled her eyes as she looked back to the panther once more. "Oh please, we're not going to get into THAT again, are we? I thought we agreed that it was your own fault."

"Well no," the panther lightly tapped the hen with his walking stick. She batted it away again. "No, we agreed that the FIRST time was my fault, and the SECOND time was entirely YOUR fault.

The hen clacked her beak with rapidly growing annoyance. The beastkin was so perplexing at times - one second he was praising her, and the next he was laying blame. And for such absurdly inconsequential things, too! "Yes, well, I thought we had ALSO agreed that it needn't be mentioned again - to anyone! - once we're out of Shardclaw territory."

"Well I don't mean to sound like a boor, but I thought it worth mentioning." From the panther's tone, he clearly seemed to think that SHE was being the unreasonable one. "Besides, we're still IN Shardclaw territory."

"Right!" The gryphon fumed, eyes narrowed. "We're still in Shardclaw territory, so you should keep your stupid mouth shut so you don't attract every hunter in the area. I mean, unless you've been holding back and you really CAN fight."

"Well I-" the panther started.

"Shut up."

"Excuse me!?" Rhaelyn really was a bit upset, this time. Kira had teased him, sure. Taunted and ridiculed him, even, but she had never been so abrupt and disrespectful. "Now look here, you filthy-"

"No," the hen raised a taloned finger, her avian eyes opened wide as she scanned the trees around them. "Really, shh. Shut up."

"What? Oh!" And the panther snapped his muzzle shut, ears perked as he took the hint. His triangular ears flicked back and forth, neck craned as he scanned the trees as well. It was quiet. Perhaps a little TOO-

"Hsst, stay here!" Kira hissed, and she abruptly darted off into the underbrush.

"What?" Rhaelyn repeated. He peered off into the brush in the direction that the hen had gone, but he had already lost sight of her. "What!?" He repeated it again, louder this time, but apparently Kira was already well and gone, so he was left talking to no one. Had she really just abandoned him in the middle of these horrible woods?

"You're a noisy one, yess?" A voice hissed softly, from behind him.

"Oh, thank the gods. I thought you'd-" Rhaelyn's voice died in his throat, and his heart sank. He hadn't even finished turning about and he could already tell that he wasn't talking to Kira. It was a gryphon, but not the one he had been growing accustomed to. He froze, half turned about, taking swift stock of this unexpected visitor.

She was larger than Kira, but not by much. She stood about a dozen hands high at the shoulder, and three times that in length from the tail to tapered beaktip. She had a distinctly serpentine quality about her movements, and he could somehow simply tell that she was, well, a SHE.

If Rhaelyn had to guess, he'd say that she was one of the so-called dragon or serpent gryphons. Her features were avian and feline, like any of her kind, but her feathers were like glistening green and red scales - long and triangular, overlapping like layered armor.

Rhaelyn raised his walking stick. It was no more than a branch, really, but he wielded it as if it were a sword. "Who are you?"

"Quetzyl." She hissed, an unsettling smile on her scaled beak. A snake-like tail lashed behind her, before it crooked to gesture toward another gryphon that was emerging from the brush with far less grace, and another that followed behind it. "Kerrik. Jarol."

The panther felt his alarm rising. One gryphon he could handle, probably. Two? Well maybe, if he still had his sword and his bag of tricks. But three? "I, ah... what do you want, Quetzyl? And Kerrik, and...? I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

"Jarol." The third gryphon snarled. He was a large one, built like a leonine tank with rippling muscles that seemed ready to burst through his taut-stretched skin at any moment. He was a drake, and an eagle-lion crossbreed like Kira, but likely three times as heavy and five times as dangerous as she was.

"Right, Jarol." The panther took a step back, and then another as the two began to circle to either side of him. Kerrik, a tiger-striped drake slightly smaller than Jarol, said nothing as slunk to the opposite side. In fact it didn't even look like Kerrik understood the beastkin's words at all, but Rhaelyn had to admit that he didn't look like the sort who might want to talk things out. Quetzyl had stayed right at the edge of the treeline, where she had first come into view, so Rhaelyn looked back to her. "And, ah, forgive me if this sounds rude, but... what do you want?"

"You." Her tone was abrupt, as if to leave no wiggle-room for further negotiation, but she still made no move to advance on the panther. Instead she seemed perfectly content to watch as the other two gryphons, the drakes, finished moving about into flanking positions.

Rhaelyn glanced furtively to one side and then the other, trying to keep all three of the creatures in sight. "Why me? What could I possibly have that's so compelling?" And, before she could respond, he hastened to add- "I'll have you know, I'm much more dangerous than I look!" It wasn't much of a threat, but he really didn't want to be eaten.

Quetzyl laughed. It was an ugly, rasping sound that had none of Kira's charm to it. "I don't want you, but the Queen does. She wants you back, for more... di-plo-macy." The word seemed foreign to her, but she sounded it out carefully as if reading from a cue card.

"Well yes, thank you, I appreciate that she has need of-" The panther jabbed at the smaller of the two drakes, as he strayed a bit close. "Back off! Away from me!" He glanced to Quetzyl again, his walking stick held at the ready, but she still hadn't budged. "I appreciate that the Queen wants me back, and I'm flattered, but please tell her that I have to decline at this time."

Quetzyl's laugh trailed off to a faint, grating trill as she uttered a rasping growl. "No."

Rhaelyn frowned, half-turning as he tried to watch the larger drake now - Kerrik? No, wait, that was Jarol. Kerrik was the other one. "What, just no? Surely we can- BACK OFF!" He lashed his walking stick at the smaller drake again, as it had once again tried to creep closer while his attention was elsewhere. It hissed and snarled at him, but cautiously backed away before it could be struck.

The female straightened up, a forked tongue briefly flicking from her jagged beak as she studied her foretalons. The casual gesture reminded Rhaelyn of Kira's mannerisms - but again, Quetzyl wasn't nearly as cute about it. Her hissing voice was entirely impassive, now. She almost seemed bored. "No."

"There's room for discussion here, uh... Quetzyl, was it?" The panther lowered his walking stick some, but the fingers of his empty paw curled so that he could lightly trace his thumb against the red-stoned ring gracing his smallest finger. "The Queen wants me alive, I assume, and if your friends here try to take me by force then I might just have to let myself die instead."

Quetzyl arched a scaled brow, her wings ruffling behind her as she considered that. Had he just threatened her? Or, well... no, he had threatened himself? It was all very confusing, and made that much more confusing by the fact that she really hadn't mastered the beastkin tongue. She had never really had the patience for it. "Ah, yess?"

"Right, and we've established that no one wants that." Rhaelyn concluded, eyes sliding back off of the female so that he could watch Jarol- no, that was Kerrik. Kerrik seemed to love trying to slip about behind him, and the panther was finding that to be a very unsettling habit. "So really, the only thing to do is to let me go, and- and then you can tell the queen to send a hand-written letter of request to the House of Clan fa Soren, and an adjudicator can..."

"No." Quetzyl snapped her beak shut with a loud clack, adding a distinct note of finality to the clipped syllable. This conversation was stupid, and the panther was starting to make her head hurt with all of his stupid words.

"Well," the panther stated mournfully. He found himself really wishing that he had his sword - and he was really beginning to wonder where Kira had wandered off to. "It was worth a try."

"You talk too much." This came from the largest of the gryphons, the brooding hulk that was called Jarol. Apparently his patience had reached an end as well, because he suddenly began loping forward to close the distance between himself and his prey.

Rhaelyn took another step back, but Kerrik swiftly moved to block any avenue of retreat. "Well yes, I've been accused of talking too much on occasion-" he rambled, "but really, I just think we need to- HA!"

A soft snap of the panther's fingers sounded out, followed swiftly by a hollow crack of thunder, and the entire clearing was abruptly engulfed in a wave of fire. Quetzyl's wing and forelimb shot out to shield her face from the intense wave of heat, but Jarol and Kerrik weren't nearly as lucky. Caught just a few feet from their supposed prey, they shrieked as their feathers were set ablaze and the world burned around them!

The panther didn't waste any time, since he knew the spell would last for but an instant, and even before the glowing stone on his ring had gone black he was already springing into action! The flames had already dwindled, but they had been intense enough to sear a nearly perfect circle into the surrounding terrain, leaving only a single patch of unscorched dirt at it's center.

Rhaelyn stepped out to the left first, ash and charred wood crunching underfoot, and he strode swiftly toward the largest gryphon. It sent a twinge through his gut as the rapid movement reminded him of each and every bruise on his person, but he ****** his focus elsewhere. Without slowing at all, he swung his walking stick smartly into the stunned drake's throat-

-and the branch promptly snapped into three pieces. This left him holding less than a foot of dry wood, but the important thing was that it had gotten the job done. Now the drake was choking for breath, blinded by fire, and lashing about aimlessly as he tried to fight back!

Behind the beastkin Kerrik rolled back to his feet, smoldering but no longer ablaze thanks to his swift reflexes. With an inarticulate snarl he hurled himself at the panther's back - only to be intercepted by twenty stone of fur and feathers. The gryphon- no, two gryphons crashed into the brush and out of sight.

The panther's eyes widened with surprise, but understanding swiftly set in. "Kira!"

"Rhaelyn, run!" Kira thrashed and tore at the struggling drake and he lashed out at her in return, with both of the creatures quickly becoming bloodied by the exchange. Kira was on the winning side of the conflict for the moment, but she knew her lead would only last as long as the tiger-striped drake remained disoriented.

"Kira, I-whoof!" The panther's words were cut off as he was bowled over, and he hit the ground hard. His head struck smartly on an errant stone and charred shards of wood cut into his back as Quetzyl planted both of her forelimbs firmly onto his chest.

"Yess, run!" The hen hissed viciously, although she clearly had no intent on letting him go anywhere. "Sstupid beastkin!"

"Off me!" Rhaelyn grunted, abandoning the quarter of a walking stick that he still had in his grasp, in favor of grappling with tooth and claw. It was almost laughable, though, his own claws being only a tenth the size of the hen's talons - but at least he was fairly certain she wasn't willing to kill him. Or, uh, that she wasn't SUPPOSED to kill him, anyway.

Quetzyl was nonplussed but also incensed, and her first impulse was to gut the squirming panther. But no, if she gutted him, then the Queen would almost certainly gut her in turn - so she showed as much restraint as she could while she viciously cuffed the beastkin on the jaw. His claws were small but they still stung, and her patience had long since dwindled to nothingness.

The panther almost went limp on the spot, the blow striking hard enough to loosen a tooth and send stars swimming across his vision. Another blast of fire, one that he had been intending to shoot across the hen's face, instead went wide before set a swathe of the snowy forest ablaze. Kira had to duck just to avoid being scorched by the errant jet of flame. "Hey!"

Kira might have been upset by the errant spell, but Quetzyl was even less pleased. Although the spell had missed her, it had still been enough to send her reeling back several steps, but she was quick to close back in. Perhaps it was true that she couldn't kill the panther, but surely the Queen couldn't complain if he was tenderized a bit, could she? Or maybe missing a few pieces?

The serpentine gryphon's predatory mind worked quickly - the panther was disoriented, and she could certainly keep bashing him in the head to keep him that way, but then he might die from being bashed in the head too much. She could gouge her talons into his muscles, but no, then he might run out of blood. She couldn't help but snort derisively at that thought - beastkin really were disgustingly fragile creatures.

He was favoring his wrist, possibly from an older injury, so she went for that instead. Taloned fingers wrapped about the limb and twisted until she heard the joints pop and the feline yowled beneath her. Her eyes raked down along his body as she sought out any other weaknesses to exploit, and she quickly noticed that he seemed to be favoring another injury at his-

An ugly smirk slipped onto Quetzyl's jagged beak as she suddenly understood why the male had been limping, and she balled up her taloned fingers into a scaled fist. With the speed of a striking snake her forelimb shot out, driving her knuckles viciously into the crux of the beastkin's legs. The panther yowled again, albeit in heightened pitch, and he bucked violently against her.

For Rhaelyn, it was like the world had just burst around him - he had been struck in the genitals before, certainly, but rarely with that level of malice or intensity. It was like he had been kicked in the gut with a hobnailed boot, and he could already feel bile rising in his throat. His eyes bulged in the sockets, ears bolt upright and then slicked back against his skull in the span of a fleeting second, and his jaw snapped shut so fast that he almost bit off the tip of his tongue.

He really wanted to fight back, but that suddenly seemed to be a thousand times more difficult. The pain in his wrist, already sprained and now probably dislocated, was agony - and the throbbing in his balls was even worse, as if they had just been trod underfoot by a careless centaur. It was a horrifying sensation as the pain bloomed through his gut and into his tensed muscles, and for a moment he really did feel like he might die.

And then she punched him again.

The panther shrieked this time, as Quetzyl's sharp knuckles crushed into his fragile eggs with even greater precision. She had torn aside the remnants of his cloak with her first punch, and now she had one eye fixed on her targets as she mercilessly pummeled the dangling organs. She was nowhere near as naive as Kira might have been, when she had first chanced upon an accidental strike to the male's genitals. Quetzyl knew EXACTLY what kind of response it would get, and what kind of damage it would do, and she was more than happy to take advantage of that.

Rhaelyn bucked again, only held in place as the serpentine hen threw herself halfway across his body. His eyes rolled back, his lip curled, and foamy flecks of bloodied saliva sprayed from between his tightly clenched teeth as the panther's lungs emptied in an instant. He found that he couldn't breath - the hen's fist felt like a meat tenderizer, and her knuckles each drove a spike of pure agony up into his gut as she gleefully set about grinding them into his impossibly sensitive flesh.

"Hhurtss?" Quetzyl practically spat at him, twisting her body to keep it atop the thrashing male. She could feel his glands trapped under her forelimb, like two beetles desperately trying to escape the crushing pressure, and she tensed her muscles as she ground them even harder against the bone of his pelvis. The Queen be damned, she was going to teach this upstart a lesson! "Goood!"

She gave the male's crotch another harsh rap with her knuckles, before scrabbling for a handhold. Her talons raked against furred flesh, almost hard enough to split skin, before she managed to trap the panther's kittenmakers in the palm of her hand between her scaled palm and the smooth contours of her clawed fingers.

"N-... no, don't!" Rhaelyn was breathless, but his rising panic gave him a voice - albeit cracked and pitched with desparation. He had felt a female's fingers wrapped about those tender spheres in the past, on more than one occasion, and nine times out of ten he knew exactly what was to follow.

"Oh yessss," Quetzyl hissed gleefully, and she bore down on the handful with all the strength she could muster. Instantly, the panther was rigid with pain beneath her, and his protests choked off to a shrill whimper. This just goaded her to squeeze even harder, and within seconds she could see taut bubbles of nutflesh welling up between her straining fingers as she crushed the life out of them.

"Nnhh... ohh gods, oh gods... stop...!" Rhaelyn didn't have the breath to scream anymore, so he whispered instead, repeating the same mantra of pointless phrases as his thrashing grew weaker by the second. It was like his testicles were caught in a vice - a particularly vindictive vice, that knew just how to grind his berries to a pulp without tearing them off entirely.

Quetzyl wrenched at her grip, twisting and yanking the firmly trapped gonads away from the male's bucking hips until his lightly furred sac was stretched tight. Her fingers were clenched so firmly that her entire fist was trembling, but she still reveled at the sight of the panther's swollen gonads bulging from between her talons. She could have ********* him almost without effort, but this was so much more satisfying. "No godss here, sstupid cat!"

"Rhaelyn!" Kira sprang to her feet again, but she gasped as she was dragged back to the ground by her opponent. She couldn't see what was happening, but she had heard his blood-curdling shrieks. Now that they had gone quiet she could feel fingers of cold dread gripping at her heart, and it gave her new strength.

Kerrik was bloodied, but he was still stronger than the smaller hen. She had torn ragged holes in his side, bruised his ribs, and gashed his forehead open but he was still fighting like a rabid badger. Kira lashed her talons against his face again and blood filled his eye, but he managed to slam the hen down onto her back before moving in to gut her.

"Nf, Rhae-" The hen twisted, and she kicked a hindpaw up as hard as she could. Her heel crushed into the drake's low-slung sheath with enough force to crush it up into his muscled abdomen, hard enough even to lift his hind legs a good half-pace off the ground.

The drake's face twisted, his good eye clenched shut as he stumbled unsteadily. It was like a swift kick to the gut - well no, it WAS a swift kick to the gut - but slightly worse. He was already woozy from blood loss and now there was a sickly nausea running through his insides and seeping insidiously into his knees. He swiveled his lower body away from the hen's legs in an effort to avoid being kicked again, but as he did she tore her talons across his face again. Blood colored his beak, spraying into his good eye and compounding his blindness.

"Hsss, bitch!" It was the first time Kerrik had uttered a word, and it was in the gutteral language of the gryphons. The word was a common profanity, co-opted from the canine beastkin of Amazonia, but from his tone the meaning was clear.

Kira sneered as the drake reeled back, blinded, and she rolled beneath him again as he tried to find his footing. Beak ducked down, she carefully picked out her targets before launching both hindpaws up this time. She would have to thank Rhaelyn later, for helping her come up with the move.

Kerrik's eyes went wide, temporarily blinded or not, and his slit pupils shrank to half their normal size as he felt the hen's heels hammering up into his genitals. One thick footpaw missed the target entirely, thumping into his inner thigh and leaving a nasty bruise, but the other struck home - lower than the first strike and dead-center on his tight pouch. Agony exploded through his gut and pain through his loins as he was physically lifted off the ground once more by the brutal kick.

Kira rolled back to her feet, panting as she watched the drake collapse heavily onto his side. He was twitching some, but the fight seemed to be kicked right out of him and his beak was working almost silently - oh yes, that sound was familiar. Like the panther's mewling, but perhaps a bit squeakier given the avian part of Kerrik's lineage.

The hen allowed herself a scant second to enjoy the sight, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. One kick was all it had taken? At least with Rhaelyn she could generally count on getting a decent workout- oh! Oh gods, she had forgotten Rhaelyn!

Kira hastily hooked her talons into the drake's side, ripping through flesh and muscle to hobble the unfortunate gryphon while he was helpless. It was hardly sporting, but there wasn't much room for mercy on the battlefield. Once she was satisfied that he wouldn't be able to chase after her she twisted about and bounded back into the clearing. "Rhaelyn, I'm coming!"

The larger drake, Jarol, moved to block her path. His eyes were red and watering, but he could still make out Kira's frame against the smoldering treeline. She didn't even slow down, though, instead using her momentum to barrel into him at full speed. Her talons plunged into his chest, deep enough to grate against his ribs, and she smartly rapped the top of her skull against the underside of the males beak. He grunted and fell back, winded and bloodied, but he managed to lurch away from the smaller hen before she could press the advantage.

The drake growled menacingly, but he couldn't help reconsidering his position. His vision was still blurred, his throat bruised and his chest torn open by the hen's claws - and now he could see that his packmate was obviously down for the count. This hen, a tiny runt of a thing, seemed to be disproportionately fierce for her size, and Jarol had to grudgingly admit that he wasn't entirely certain he could take her.

He flicked a sideways glance back into the clearing - but he was disappointed to see that Quetzyl was still mangling the beastkin. She could have been using all this time to cart the panther off, but she seemed intent on torturing him instead - so Jarol abruptly came to a conclusion. "Fine," he growled, working his beak carefully to make sure Kira hadn't broken anything. "Fine, but this isn't over!"

"Ugh, whatever." Kira turned away from the male as he slunk off into the woods, watching him with one eye just long enough to make certain that he wasn't circling back. She knew he might return, though, so she hurried into the clearing where-

"Don't moove!" Quetzyl hissed, one long finger pointed at the smaller hen. "Don't moove, or I tear them off! Bleed him dry, and kill him!" She was straddled over the male, seated on his chest to keep him from escaping, but she still had one taloned hand wrapped securely about his sac.

"I, uh..." Kira winced, her eyes drawn to the threatened area. She was familiar with that ugly shade of bruising, and that choked mewling that she could now pick out. Her tail lashed behind her in irritation. "Rhaelyn, you idiot."

Quetzyl leered at the other gryphon, her hand lifted a bit as she gave the male's balls another firm tug. The male whimpered and squirmed beneath her, but he really couldn't find the energy for much more. "I will! He will die, and yoou will be left alone he-rre. And then what will you do?"

"Well, uh... kill you, I guess?" Kira eyed the serpentine gryphon, taking on a very matter-of-fact tone. After she had spent all day chatting with Rhaelyn, she was fairly certain she could talk circles around this scaley moron. "Or you'll kill me, and then the Queen will kill you? Or you'll flee from Shardclaw territory, somehow evade the Queen's hunters, and then House fa Soren or their allies will kill you?"

Quetzyl blinked, her head cocked a bit. "Uh..."

"So really, any way you look at it you'll be dead or worse." Kira continued, plopping down on her haunches. She tried to look casual. "But you and I both know that the Queen won't make it quick, and Beastkin Clans probably wouldn't much care for the gryphon that ********* their own, so you'd probably be better off just letting me kill you. I can promise I'd make it quick."

Quetzyl blinked again, cocking her head to the other side as she looked down at the panther. "Hss, I coould kill them too..."

"Ha!" Kira laughed, throwing her head back. "Ha ha, right, you'll kill the Queen! Gods, how stupid are you? Or did you mean you'll kill House fa Soren? And then all the other Houses and their armies as well? A one-hen assault on the three cities of the catfolk! I'd really like to see that!"

Kira lowered her head again, pushing back up onto her feet and taking a step forward. "Or you could do the smart thing, and just give him back to me."

Quetzyl's scaley feathers bristled, her wings lifting as she flared them out menacingly. "Hhhsss! I could ssstill kill him, whether I die or not!" She hefted her handhold again, fingers tensed hard enough to let the nutmeat bulge from between her talons. "No clo-sssser!"

Kira took another step forward, rolling her shoulders as she kept her tone even. Her eyes were fixed on the male's sac, though, the obvious grotesque distortion of those little glands bringing back some fond memories. "Okay, yeah. Go ahead. I'd like to see that."

Rhaelyn groaned, desparately, his voice pitched like that of a newborn kitten. "K-... Kira!?"

Kira clacked her beak, grinning wickedly. Or, uh, no - that was supposed to be a reassuring grin. "Oh! No, not the part where she castrates you, but the part where she takes on the Queen and your beastkinsmen all by herself." She snorted derisively, a brow arched as she deliberately goaded the other hen. "It's no wonder her packmates have already run off. She's an idiot!"

Quetzyl narrowed her eyes, furiously, then widened them again as she peered about. Her first instinct had been to throw herself at this young upstart, so she could flay her alive, but no - sudden realization gave her reason to pause. "Rrr... Jarol? Kerrik? Come out he-rre!"

Kira took another step forward, leaving only a dozen handspans between herself and the other hen. "Sorry, gone. Hell, I'm pretty sure I killed one of them-" And she paused, an eartuft perked as she listened. A sickly moan wafted from the brush, followed by the sound of retching. "Okay, so I didn't kill him, but he's not coming out here to help you either."

The serpentine hen clacked her jagged beak once, twice, thrice, and then she abruptly relinquished her grip on the beastkin's delicates. Her talons twitched restlessly as she longed to tear back into him, but sadly her sense of self-preservation had finally overpowered her sadistic urges. "Hsss, fine! But thiss iss not-"

"Yeah yeah, this isn't over. I get it." Kira rolled her eyes, padding forward to finish closing the distance between herself and Quetzyl. "The big guy said that, too."

Quetzyl retreated, shrinking back from the smaller hen's approach, but she took a moment to vindictively plant a heel onto the panther's crotch as she deliberately trod over him. Grinding briefly, she braced herself against the tender bits and pieces before she sprang away to the edge of the clearing. "Hssss!"

"Yeah, you already said that too!"

Quetzyl paused at the edge of sight, her beak hanging open as she tried to think of a clever retort, but then she bounded off without another sound. Words were stupid, she thought to herself. In fact, that's what she should have said! Stupid words for stupid... stupid, *********... stupid beastkin that-

Kira giggled as she heard the serpentine hen utter a frustrated shriek a hundred paces out. A second later, she could just barely make out Quetzyl's form as the hunter took to the sky. "Idiot."

Rhaelyn wasn't nearly as mirthful, and he had taken the first chance he got to curl up into a furry ball of misery. He favored his wounded wrist, but the other hand was firmly entrenched against his freshly brutalized manhood as he mewled breathlessly. "Ohh, gods... nngh..."

The hen shook her head, heaving a dramatic sigh as she padded about the male in a short circle, inspecting him for any other injuries. She really felt as if she should be concerned for the state of his genitals, but she seemed to be having a hard time taking his injuries seriously. They certainly looked intact from where she was standing, but the panther was moaning as if mortally wounded.

"Oh Ser Rhaelyn, you really need to learn how to take care of yourself better." She sighed, her tone less sympathetic and more exhasperated than the beastkin might have liked. "I really don't see how you can afford to get yourself so bruised and beaten every time you get into a fight."

The panther just groaned, ears slicked back and his eyes closed tight. He feebly pawed at his poor, useless nethers, and left the hen's critique go unanswered. Rhaelyn certainly could have tried arguing the point, but he was fairly certain that if he opened his muzzle he'd just end up vomiting until he died.

"Hmf," Kira grunted. It wasn't as much fun when he couldn't talk back. For that matter, it wasn't as much fun when it was someone else who had put him on the ground. She frowned, drumming her talons against the ground as she gave him a moment to recover. "Well, can you walk?"

Rhaelyn coughed, swallowing down the bile that was rising in his throat. He gasped harshly as he tried to even out his breathing, and after a long moment he braced his good hand against the charred ground so he could try to push him upright. His whole body trembled with the exertion and a second later he collapsed back onto the ground, unable to muster the strength to even sit up. Panting again, he moaned. "Gods, nf... n-... no, don't... don't think I can..."

Kira groaned with annoyance, shaking her head as she looked down on the male. "Well we can't stay here, so either you're going to have to sac up-" she stifled a giggle, "or I'm going to have to drag you again. So-" She brightened as her keen eyes picked something out, and she bounded off. "Oh, hey!"

Rhaelyn tried again, and this time he actually managing to get himself propped upright. It was a mild accomplishment, at best, but at least it was progress. "Nng... K-... Kira?"

The hen returned a second later, dragging a cloth-wrapped bundle in her beak. She jerked her head once she was close enough, unceremoniously plopping it onto the male's lap with just enough force to set him gasping and squirming all over again. "Here you go!"

The panther doubled, an arm wrapped over his gut. The world was swimming around him, and for the slightest second he felt that he might just pass out. Or throw up. Or both. Fortunately, he managed to find the heroic resolve necessary to keep himself from doing either, although that didn't stop him from drooling into the dirt as he groaned.

"What?" Kira chirped, trying to feign confusion at Rhaelyn's antics. "Oh right. Sorry." She giggled, ducking her head in to snag the bundle with her beak so she could pull it back off of the squirming male's lap. It really WAS more fun when she was the one doling out the torment. "Honestly, you're such a kitten. I barely even touched you."

The panther cringed, as even the slightest motion sent waves of agony back through his undoubtedly shattered testicles. He swallowed hard, eyes hopelessly crossed as he tried to find his voice. It suddenly seemed important to remind the hen that he rather valued his kittenmakers - although he suspected that she already knew that. She was just choosing to ignore it.

Kira snorted, her head cocked as she watched the male squirm for a moment longer. Had the other hen really mangled him so badly? A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her, but it was tempered by the slightest hint of concern. She didn't have time to tend to the male's bruised pride at the moment, so she tried to take his mind off of it instead. "Seriously, you'll want to look at this!"

Rhaelyn coughed a few more times, but he finally stirred. Wiping the drool from his chin, he managed to force open one of his watering eyes and fix it unsteadily in her direction. "Nf... wh-... what is it?"

"It's your stuff!" Kira beamed. "I think that's how they followed us! You kept dropping all of your things everywhere, and it must have left them a pretty clear trail to follow."

The panther scowled, but he didn't object to the hen's phrasing. Really, she had been the one who had left all of his things behind, but- "Oh, thank the gods, that's... ng... that's my backpack. G-... give me the bottle in the, ng..." He sat up, but gasped as the abrupt motion sent another sharp twinge through his gut. He clutched at his crotch, hissing through clenched teeth. "Top left. C- cloth-wrapped bottle."

Kira quirked a brow, but she followed his instructions. She peeled the pack open, awkwardly fumbling with the buttons, before fetching the requested bottle. It was a long, gracefully tapered affair with a label written in- well, she didn't know. She couldn't actually read the beastkin language. It had never been a priority. Whatever it was, though, it was carefully stoppered with a runed wax seal to keep the frothy white liquid inside from escaping.

The male eagerly accepted the bottle, breaking the seal with a claw and then guzzling down a third of the bottle's contents. Grimacing, he wiped his muzzle clean with the back of his sleeve before offering the bottle to the hen. "Ugh, disgusting. Here, you have some too."

The hen shied back, eyeing the bottle warily. "What? Why?"

Rhaelyn coughed again, swallowing back a bit of the vile liquid as it tried to come back up again. Although really, he was really having a hard time keeping anything down at the moment, given the roiling pit of agony in his gut. "Just drink-... look, it's a healing potion, okay? You're hurt."

Kira looked skeptical, but she took brief stock of her person. It was true, Kerrik had torn her up a bit; claw marks were sheared along her underbelly and all the way down one side, and her left wing had gotten tattered at the joint where the wicked little drake had bitten her. The wounds were painful, but nothing had gotten through her dense musculature. Still...

"Healing...? Well, uh, no offense Ser, but it doesn't really look like it's working..." She crooked a talon, gesturing toward the panther's swollen and discolored genitals. Rhaelyn blushed, furiously, but quickly swept what little was left of his cloak back over his nethers.

"It's not- I just- it doesn't work that way." He sputtered at the hen. "It's not instant. Vital wounds take longer to heal than, ah... look!" He flexed his injured wrist, wincing as it made a grinding sound, but even as he moved it the bruises just dimly visible beneath his black fur were receding. A second later he flexed his wrist again, this time without difficulty.

Kira snorted again, still looking skeptical. "So, uh, your balls are vitally wounded...? That's a shame."

Rhaelyn closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath before again letting it hiss from between clenched teeth. "Just... drink the potion, before I change my mind. This stuff is expensive."

The hen snickered, but she obediently plucked the bottle from his grasp before holding it poised near her beak. "Okay, fine, but we're talking about this again later. I really want to know about how all this potion stuff works, and why your balls aren't-glk!" She choked a bit as the panther reached out to tip the bottle into her beak, the frothy liquid spilling down her throat.

Kira coughed and gagged, pushing the bottle away after she had swallowed down a few swigs. Shoving it back against the male's chest, she balled up her taloned fist before thumping the panther's crotch. It was a half-hearted gesture, but she still hit hard enough to illicit a shrill squeak. "Ass."

Rhaelyn, curled back up on the ground, clutched at his freshly throbbing manhood. "Nngh, gods damn it, not the balls! Hff... th-... they're still healing!" He groaned weakly, massaging his poor, aching testes. He slowly rocked back and forth, teeth clenched tight as he waited for the gut-wrenching ache to subside once more.

"Tch, such a kitten." Kira shook her head, licking her tongue over her beak to lap up a few errant drops of the potion. Stretching out her wing, she perked up a bit as she could almost see the torn flesh around the joint healing before her eyes. "Oh, wow. This stuff is great! What is it?"

Rhaelyn groaned, straightening up slightly as the pain subsided. Well, no, it didn't really subside so much as it dulled to the point where he could at least regain control of his arms and legs. "Nngh... t-... told you, it's a healing p-... potion."

Kira snorted, flicking her freshly healed wing out neatly to whip the male's sac with her wingtip. He squealed and promptly curled back up. It was a little cruel, perhaps, but she had just remembered that she was supposed to be mad at him. Besides, she was sure he could take it. "No, you ass. I know it's a healing potion, but what's IN it?" She flexed her wing again, ignoring his renewed mewling and rolling about. "Wow, it's like it was never hurt at all!"

The hen didn't really expect the male to answer just yet. She was starting to grow quite adept at gauging his recovery time. So instead, she began to take stock of her other injuries. The long clawmarks along her side were gone, and the ones at her belly had subsided to faint scars. Even the scabbed over sword-wound on her flank was gone without a trace, but her feathers were still scorched - so flying was still out.

As the panther stirred, she eagerly leaned in. "So what is it?"

"It's... ngh..." Rhaelyn kept his paws over his crotch this time, having apparently learned his lesson after the first two times. "Look, stop HITTING me and I'll tell you!"

Kira cocked her jaw, eyeing the male briefly as she considered whether she should be punching him again. Nnnno... probably not, since there were still two hunters out there. "Well, tell me what it is, and I'll stop hitting you. Besides, I'm just trying to prove a point."

Rhaelyn snorted, softly, but he finally remembered to mind his tone. "What, that you're a-" He stopped, drew in another deep breath, then continued more calmly. "That... ah... you think I should treat you with more respect?"

The hen shook her head, grinning. "No, not that." A pause, before she nodded instead. "Well wait, yes. That too. I mean, not that specifically, but you should be doing that anyway! The point I'm trying to prove THIS time is that you can't defend yourself!"

"What!?" The panther was incredulous, but he made an effort to curb his rising temper. "I was doing-... under the circumstances, I think I was doing fine! If I'd had my sword, or any of my other spells, I could have killed all three of them!"

Kira stuck her tongue out, sitting up on her haunches before holding out a forelimb to help him back to his feet. "Here. Up. Anyway, that's no excuse. I don't have a sword either, and I took care of all three of them!"

Rhaelyn took the hen's hand with both of his own, pulling himself unsteadily onto his feet, but the second he got there the gryphon's wing shot back out to smartly crack up between the male's legs, the thin bone striking with enough force to lift him onto his toes. His eyes went wide, then crossed, and then he was back on his paws and knees. "Nnnghh... oh, GODS!"

The hen sniffed, patting the cringing beastkin lightly on the head before she pushed away from him. "That's for calling me filthy. Don't think I forgot about that."

Kira paced about the clearing, briefly scouting the surrounding woods before she paused beside the battered male again. "But you see? Point proven! You're always so worried about being *********, but you never do anything to stop it from happening!"

The panther coughed, hard, and for a second the hen had to imagine that it was because his balls were caught in his throat. No, wait, that's not how balls worked, was it? Er... no, of course not, that was stupid. A quick visual check confirmed that they were indeed still between his legs. Still, the mental image made her giggle.

"Nngh, are you fucking kidding me!?" Oh, hey! Rhaelyn still had enough energy to talk back this time! Kira was actually impressed for a few seconds, before she remembered that he had just drained half a bottle of that healing goop. And he STILL hadn't told her what it was.

Kira grinned, peering off to one side of the clearing for a moment as she caught sight of Kerrik. The tiger-striped drake was still lingering about, just beyond the treeline, but only because he was clearly out of sorts. "No, I'm not kidding you, Ser Rhaelyn. I could have ********* you, that other hen could have done it too, and honestly I'm getting a little tired of it." No she wasn't, but she certainly couldn't say that out loud. Or, uh, shouldn't. Could, but definitely shouldn't.

"So you need some serious lessons in self-defense. Excuse me for a second."

The hen loped over to the edge of the clearing, ignoring the panther's plaintive moans as she checked up on the hunter. Kerrik had found his way back to his feet, but he was clearly weak and hobbled, and at the moment he seemed preoccupied with throwing up in a ditch. Kira arched a brow, deliberately clicking her talons on rocks and branches as she moved up behind him - she knew that she should probably be killing him, but he seemed a little too pathetic at the moment.

"Q-... Quetzyl...?" The drake croaked, his head still lowered into the foul ditch. His talons were gripped at the edge, to keep him poised over the pit, and his hindlegs were straight but trembling like dead leaves in the wind.

"Nope! Sorry." Kira chirped brightly, before she kicked him over onto his side. He squawked in protest - shrieked in fury! - but none of that stopped the hen as she pinned the wounded drake down so she could get her hindpaw where she wanted it.

Kerrik fought back, of course, but he had been badly brutalized - he was woozy from blood loss and the hen had torn up the muscles along both of his haunches. He tried to bring his talons into play, but Kira locked her own hands with his and drove them to the ground.

"Are you going to beg?" The hen purred, letting the hopelessness of his situation sink in. He could have snapped at her with his beak - maybe torn at her face, or bitten at her throat - but it was obvious to both gryphons that Kira would see it coming if he tried. Still, he puffed up his chest with defiance and held his tongue.

Kira wrenched him onto his back before thumping her carefully poised hindpaw into his soft spot. The drake's eyes bulged as she put most of her weight behind the blow, but he still didn't utter a sound. Scowling a bit, the hen ground her heel into him even harder. "Ugh, you drakes are never any fun."

Kerrik cringed and the motion ran through his entire body, but he remained stubbornly silent. Not to be dissuaded, Kira bounced harder, unsteadily lifting her other hindpaw to bring even more weight to bear. She thought about asking the drake if he still thought she was a bitch, but.... well, obviously she kind of was. She couldn't really hold that against him, could she?

The drake finally uttered an agonized squawk as she bounced harder still, his beak wide as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Kira grinned, "Oh. Guess I can." She paused and peered about, because for a second she really thought that someone - Kerrik, or maybe Rhaelyn - would respond to her random verbal statement. It really didn't feel right when no one commented on it, but that was probably normal. Right?

"Right!" She chirped to herself. It was always nice when she could agree with someone, even if it was just herself. She leaned down, fixing one predatory eye on the shivering drake as she felt his nethers slosh underfoot. "So... uh..."

Kira blinked. "Did you just pass out? Hello?" The hen huffed indignantly, but the drake did indeed appear to have fainted dead away, and even the hardest bounce and grind of her body barely illicited another soft squeak.

The hen slowly lowered her other hindpaw, easing her weight off of Kerrick's goods. As she did, she absently wriggled her toes against them, rolling his berries beneath the pads of her foot- no, that wasn't right, was it? His berry, singular. Brows arched, Kira gaped her beak as she worked her toes a bit more vigorously. Had she...?

"Kira? Is everything alright?" Oh, hell! Apparently she had completely misjudged the panther's recovery rate this time. She eased herself off of the drake entirely, then went about snapping the bones of his wings with her talons. It may have seemed cruel, but she felt it was a small mercy given that by all rights she should have torn his throat out and been done with it.

Rhaelyn winced, but he stayed back to let the gryphon work. His backpack was dangling from one shoulder and his sword hanging from one hip. It felt good to be armed again. His ears twitched back as the crack of hollow bones reached them. "Oh, uh... my, is that really necessary?"

Kira snorted, stepping away from the maimed drake as she trotted back over to the beastkin. "I already told you, this is mercy compared to what I COULD have done. By all rights, I should have just torn out his throat and been done with it. He's our enemy."

"I, uh..." The panther looked on, quizzically. "No, you didn't tell me that, but now that you mention it I suppose it makes sense. Are you sure we shouldn't just kill him, then?"

The hen considered that, briefly, before she grinned. "No need. It will be months before he recovers," And she glanced back at the fallen drake again, before musing. "If he recovers. Maybe he won't. Who cares?"

"That's... harsh, but I get it." The panther uttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a paw. He knew all too well just how durable a gryphon could be, having fought his fair share of them. Perhaps he was over-reacting. "I'm just surprised, is all."

Kira brushed past him, gazing skyward as she regained her bearings. She was thankful that the other two hunters had tucked tail and run, because she was beginning to think that Rhaelyn - cute or not - really didn't have the stomach for this. "Well now you know why your Clan hired me. Any other questions? I'm sure we have all day."

Rhaelyn started a bit at that, but he quickly followed after the hen- still with a pronounced limp, she was happy to note. He wasn't particularly happy with her tone, but he was also a little too nervous to confront her about it. It was remarkable how quickly she was able to switch from being disarmingly cute and monstrously terrifying. "Er, no. I guess not. Sorry."

"Good," the hen snorted. She eyed the male's crotch, although he had slung his cloak back about his waist so there wasn't much to see. She really wanted to ask him about his nethers and why they were still so obviously bruised. Had they really been THAT badly injured? Did healing potions just not work on that part of the body? Or, uh, had she hit him a little too hard...?

She held off, though. There would be time enough for that later. "And about your fighting skills?"

The panther flushed a bit, self-consciously lowering a paw down to block the hen's pointed stare. He was starting to feel like he was back in the Academy again - all the gryphon needed was a faculty uniform and a yardstick, and the illusion would be complete. "Er, right, I suppose I could use some pointers on that regard. I, uh, understand that you have some suggestions...?"

Kira bobbed her head sharply, the grin back on her beak. "Yes, we'll practice tonight after we've set up camp. No, scratch that, we'll practice EVERY night until you get it right!"

Rhaelyn felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't really sure that he liked the sound of that, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what the lessons might focus on, but he wasn't about to argue with the hen. Not right now, at least. "Er... of course."

The hen stopped, eyes wide as she suddenly remembered something. Twisting about, she jabbed the male's gut with one talon, smirking as he stumbled back several steps before righting himself. From his expression, he had obviously been expecting her to take another shot at his nethers - but she didn't want to be TOO predictable. Besides, she was saving that for later.

"And WHAT was in that damn bottle!? Tell me right now, or I'll punch your balls right up into your throat!" It took Kira everything she had just to avoid giggling at that. Gods, the imagery! But no, she was on a roll so she had to keep a serious beak on!

The panther fidgeted, turning slightly as he glanced about the woods. Honestly, he was thinking that he might not mind another ambush about now. "Oh, ah... well, that's complicated."

Kira arched her brow, head cocked. She really wasn't sure why the beastkin was hesitant - was it really something that vile? That seemed a little silly, given her propensity for eating things like raw fish or steaming entrails, but the important thing was that he seemed to be faltering. "Right up into your throat." She reminded him, curling the fingers of one taloned hand into a fist as she fixed the male with a steely gaze.

Rhaelyn flushed again, but he leaned in to whisper conspiratorially into Kira's ear. "Well, the main ingredient is a dragon's..."

The hen blinked, her tongue flicking about the edges of her beak as he reluctantly rattled off the ingredients. "Oh?" And another second, as she let that sink in. "Oh! Uh, well... huh. I wonder how they get that."

The panther made a face, as if the thought was distasteful. He looked back to the woods, picked a direction, and started walking. "I really don't like to think about it."

Kira chased after him, laughing as she found a distinct bounce to her step. "Well, at least it tastes pretty good!"

"It really doesn't!" Came the panther's reply, but he didn't look back.

"Better than yours!" The hen chirped, giving the male her widest smile when he DID glance back at her. He seemed ready to say something but then apparently thought better of it, instead turning back to focus on trudging a path through the woods.

Kira giggled to herself, allowing the panther his moment of stoic silence before she called after him. "Um, Ser Rhaelyn? You're going the wrong way."

Gods, he was so thick. But... well, she had to admit that it was one of his better qualities.

[Jayfeathers stick]

I loved it I can't wait until you write more of this :) :) :loveeyes

[SagaDC]

A few new pictures floating around on FA:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9835393/ (M/M)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9846061/ (F/M)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9851189/ (F/M)

And one on a website that's been collecting Manga images:
http://board.sweetnote.com/redcampany/image/20130205114854851002 (F/M)

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

I’ve just managed to catch up on my reading.



Thank you for your exceptionally good stories, Mythical Pain and SagaDC.

[Mythical Pain]

A few new pictures floating around on FA:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9835393/ (M/M)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9846061/ (F/M)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9851189/ (F/M)

And one on a website that's been collecting Manga images:
http://board.sweetnote.com/redcampany/image/20130205114854851002 (F/M)

Some nice pictures in there! Went and Fav'd all 3 of the FA ones. Need to get an artist some day, to do me some non-anthro dragons being kicked in the balls by human women, hehe.

Love to see some anthro coyotes getting kneed and kicked, too.

Haven't had a chance to read Part 4 yet, but planning to do so on SF one of these days!




I’ve just managed to catch up on my reading.

Thank you for your exceptionally good stories, Mythical Pain and SagaDC.

Thanks, glad you enjoyed! Trying to cram a few ballbusting stories in there between DitD writing sessions lol.

[Ren]

Another one of extremely rare pony pictures!

http://thumbnails107.imagebam.com/23612/79a814236110488.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/79a814236110488)

[Jayfeathers stick]

Here's a link to a video on ballbusting from ice age dawn of the dinosaurs

http://www.reelballbusters.com/927/ice-age-dawn-of-the-dinosaurs-2009-2

[beaktooth]

Wow, nice site Jay. They also have Alex getting smashed in 'Madagascar' ^_^

[Jayfeathers stick]

Wow, nice site Jay. They also have Alex getting smashed in 'Madagascar' ^_^

Thnx I found that website a while back but forgot th URL

[Mythical Pain]

Here's a link to a video on ballbusting from ice age dawn of the dinosaurs

http://www.reelballbusters.com/927/ice-age-dawn-of-the-dinosaurs-2009-2

Very nice! I love that scene hehe. They need to upload the scene from Madagascar 2, where Alex the lion is down on the ground after another beating by the old lady...with his furry butt up in the air. She walks off like she's done hurting him...then runs back and kicks him straight in the furry balls from behind! The "Googly-eyed" look on the lion's face is priceless!

And the Zebra says something like "Oooh, right in the batteries!"

Awesome.

[Jayfeathers stick]

Very nice! I love that scene hehe. They need to upload the scene from Madagascar 2, where Alex the lion is down on the ground after another beating by the old lady...with his furry butt up in the air. She walks off like she's done hurting him...then runs back and kicks him straight in the furry balls from behind! The "Googly-eyed" look on the lion's face is priceless!

And the Zebra says something like "Oooh, right in the batteries!"

Awesome.

Thanks. And I agree that they should add the one from madagascar 2

[darkwing]

This one's not too bad
http://e621.net/post/show/252751/2012-4_toes-ball_fondling-ball_grab-balls-bdsm-bed
http://e621.net/data/preview/1f/b3/1fb35d613116becee3c39d57e42a5471.jpg (link has full-size image)

[poiu]

New Pokemon/Underground League story!

I've been toying around with this one for a while (I'm sure some of you have seen my public Google doc), but I'm finally declaring it finished. It's not super-polished, but I'd rather post it than sit on it for another few months like I typically do :P Enjoy some more Underground League/Pokemon Busting, and be sure to let me know what you think!

P.S. A few pics to help your imagination along:
Laura the Luxray: http://e621.net/post/show/219646/2012-anthro-black_nipples-breasts-claws-collaborat
Kelly the Kangaskhan: http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/230537
Blaze the Blaziken: http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/28487
Emma the Espeon: http://e621.net/post/show/85594/anthro-breasts-espeon-female-hindpaw-looking_at_vi


Hmm...the site isn't letting me post the full text for some reason. So here's a link!
http://furryballbusting.blogspot.com/2013/03/underground-league-learning-ropes.html

[beaktooth]

I was looking at some cross dressing and found this

http://e621.net/post/show/138902/

The knife makes me a little nervous ;}

[beaktooth]

Also... Did anyone catch The Cleveland Show on Sunday night?

The toddler with the afro (sorry, I haven't seen the show enough to know anyone's name) set up his own "seatless chair" interrogation scene (a la Casino Royale) with a Snaggletooth-looking doll. There's some kind of dialog and, like casino, the cat winds up whacked in the "cat-nards" with a weighted rope.

A few moments later, Cleveland is in the seat for some reason and gets thumped. He then whines of the pain in his "man-nards", lol. They really did say "-nards" like that, whatever, guess you had to be there.

[Mythical Pain]

Also... Did anyone catch The Cleveland Show on Sunday night?

The toddler with the afro (sorry, I haven't seen the show enough to know anyone's name) set up his own "seatless chair" interrogation scene (a la Casino Royale) with a Snaggletooth-looking doll. There's some kind of dialog and, like casino, the cat winds up whacked in the "cat-nards" with a weighted rope.

A few moments later, Cleveland is in the seat for some reason and gets thumped. He then whines of the pain in his "man-nards", lol. They really did say "-nards" like that, whatever, guess you had to be there.

Saw it! Not a big fan of that show, think its the weakest of his Three shows.

But, that scene was great! Lol, he called his nards the "Leopard-nards!" and then Cleveland said "My human nards!"

Lol, it was awesome.

[SagaDC]

Just got a piece of incentive art from Knave, a ballbusting artist better known on the other Ballbusting Cartoons thread. He normally sticks to human-on-human busting, but he made an exception for me. There's a preceding picture that he did years ago, which you can see on his website at: http://bbtoons.posterous.com/sagas-incentive

He also gave me permission to repost it here, so:

[ballmasher]

Awesome pic Saga :3 Knave sure does some excellent work. I'd absolutely love to see him do a series around the big bad wolf in a true to furry style :)

[Mythical Pain]

Just got a piece of incentive art from Knave, a ballbusting artist better known on the other Ballbusting Cartoons thread. He normally sticks to human-on-human busting, but he made an exception for me. There's a preceding picture that he did years ago, which you can see on his website at: http://bbtoons.posterous.com/sagas-incentive

He also gave me permission to repost it here, so:

Very nice! That's awesome! Congrats!



Awesome pic Saga :3 Knave sure does some excellent work. I'd absolutely love to see him do a series around the big bad wolf in a true to furry style :)

Yeah, lol. That would be very cute!

[Knave]

Awesome pic Saga :3 Knave sure does some excellent work. I'd absolutely love to see him do a series around the big bad wolf in a true to furry style :)

Thanks for the nice words guys! I'm so glad you liked it Saga!
Hmmm...Big Bad Wolf, eh? Not a bad idea. I normally do human stuff, but that could be really fun ;)
-Knave

[ballmasher]

Knave you ballbusting god it would make this thread's day heh

[Jayfeathers stick]

Yea Knave it would be great. I can't wait

[MiniBoi]

Were are the clips of real life real women, hitting balls because they are pissed off?
What the hell is all this cartoon pictures B.S.?

[Ren]

A bit too plump to my tastes, but here's one I found: http://e621.net/post/show/305145/big_breasts-breasts-bulge-canine-cat-chubby-digimo

[beaktooth]

Were are the clips of real life real women, hitting balls because they are pissed off?
What the hell is all this cartoon pictures B.S.?

You might have the wrong thread, this is fantasy animals and etc. ^_^

Speaking of, was this up yet? I remember seeing this at one of the first fur cons I went to
http://e621.net/post/show/26271/
but wait! there's more
http://e621.net/post/show/26272/

And once more, with feeling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qu6L9pG_E6o

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks for the nice words guys! I'm so glad you liked it Saga!
Hmmm...Big Bad Wolf, eh? Not a bad idea. I normally do human stuff, but that could be really fun ;)
-Knave

Hehe, we always enjoy your art around here! Would love to see you do more furry related stuff. I love human women kicking furry chars in the jewels, so a big bad wolf busting would rock, lol.

I also quite like the idea of seeing human woman kicking non-anthro dragons in the balls, too! ( Non-anthro simply means, four legged as opposed to two. )

[Mythical Pain]

You might have the wrong thread, this is fantasy animals and etc. ^_^

Speaking of, was this up yet? I remember seeing this at one of the first fur cons I went to
http://e621.net/post/show/26271/
but wait! there's more
http://e621.net/post/show/26272/

And once more, with feeling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qu6L9pG_E6o

HAH! Monster Squad clip. Classic! First "furry" ballbusting I ever saw as a kid. For some reason, I always loved that scene...Lol.

[darkwing]

this one's not too bad
http://e621.net/data/preview/4f/22/4f22378684b14b7bd2a33770fb0b9c9a.jpg
http://e621.net/post/show/306779/a_goofy_movie-ball_fondling-balls-blush-chad-dboy-

[SagaDC]

Stumbled across a couple while perusing some Manga-oriented sites. First one has been posted before, but I don't think it was translated. Second one only partially applies to this thread, but the gal in it WAS a cat who's been transformed into a human. Both are F/M.

[poiu]

Nice verbal here:
http://e621.net/post/show/312329/2013-aeris_-vg_cats-angry-anthro-areola-big_breast

There's been a bunch of pretty decent stuff on FurAffinity recently – I'm a bit too lazy to repost 'em all individually (at least right now), but it might be worth glancing through my favorites page (http://www.furaffinity.net/favorites/poiu/), if you've got an account with adult images turned on.

[Jayfeathers stick]

I didn't know you were an MLP fan Poiu

[poiu]

Yep! Just a casual fan, but I do hope to write a story with some serious "applebucking" one of these days :P

[Jayfeathers stick]

Yep! Just a casual fan, but I do hope to write a story with some serious "applebucking" one of these days :P

I can't wait

[pseudonym02]

http://img823.imageshack.us/img823/937/7067396700bv1.png (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/823/7067396700bv1.png/)

[Jayfeathers stick]

http://e621.net/post/index?page=1&tags=cock_and_ball_torture

[Ren]

http://thumbnails103.imagebam.com/25173/a2f649251725695.jpg (http://www.imagebam.com/image/a2f649251725695)

[SagaDC]

http://e621.net/post/index?page=1&tags=cock_and_ball_torture

Some nice finds there, Jay. A few familiar pieces, and a few new ones.

And Ren, that's part of a series of pictures that Sueanoi did for Handofblades on a few of the furry art sites. If you haven't seen the whole thing, it's worth a look: http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/handofblades/

As for me, I sadly have nothing to add. Haven't stumbled across anything in a while now, hence the prolonged silence. Sorry. :P

[Mythical Pain]

Just a super quick little story I tossed together just now. Thought this forum could use some furry busting stories again. Using Poiu's idea for real short ones. Plus, a good time to introduce Max, a nerdy lion I'd been wanting to see take a kick for a while.

Enjoy!

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Max never even saw it coming.

The scrawny young lion was bent over in the laundry room, rifling through a pile of clean but wrinkled laundry. He’d pulled it all out of the drier the night before but as usual hadn’t bothered to fold it. Not only that, but he’d left it lying on the floor after he forgot to come back and stick it on the shelves nearby. No matter. As long as it was clean, the nerdy little lion didn’t really care how wrinkled it was.

Max was a slender young lion with a body covered mostly in silken soft, golden straw hued fur. Hints of s scraggly, reddish brown mane were just beginning to show around his neck. The little lion had only just finished his morning shower. Max was still drying off, his fur a little damp. He wore nothing more than a pair of white briefs and his glasses. Bent over, his tufted tail swaying over his rump, the forms of his leonine testicles were no doubt quite evident against his underwear. An inviting target, not that he’d realized it.

“Hrrmm,” he murmured to himself, flicking his rounded ears back. “Now where did I put…”

THWACK!

“AAAAAAAHHHH!”

Max heard the sound of bare footpaw smacking into unprotected lion testicles at the same time he heard his own scream. Sharp agony erupted between his legs as his feline nuts were smashed between foot and pelvis, particularly his unfortunate left one. Max’s green eyes bugged out and his knees buckled, sending him muzzle-first into the pile of clean laundry. His hands snapped to his groin, and he rolled off the laundry onto the floor, wrenching pain already shooting through him.

“Awwwwrrrhhh,” he yowled, curling up, his face scrunched and twisted. “Awwwwh! Ooooh god, my nards! My naaaaaards!”

“Ahahahahahaha! Right where it counts!”

Over the sound of his own pained mewling, Max could hear his older sister’s laughter. Through tear-filled eyes, Max glanced up at her. Sarah stood in the door way of the laundry room, dressed in simple blue pajamas. She’d just gotten up, and on her way to the shower, happened to spot the little runt all bent over in his undies. She simply couldn’t resist taking a shot at those two little developing lion nards while she had the chance.

“You shoulda seen yourself, Max!” Sarah giggled and giggled, leaning against the door frame. Her own curvy, feminine form filled out her pajamas nicely, her tail lashing in delight. “I could see where your nuts were, you were so wide open!”

Max only curled up tighter, starting to sob. He rolled back and forth on the floor, cradling his aching balls. Oh, God they ached so bad. His left one just wouldn’t stop throbbing. His eyes squeezed shut as he curled into a tight little ball, then rolled to his belly, then over onto his back, and finally scrunched himself up again. His poor testicles. They just ached and ached and ached. And through it all, he could hear his sister laughing at him.

"I think you smushed my left one!" Max half-whimpered, half-squeaked. He'd meant it to elicit some sympathy from his sister, but the high pitched tone of his pain-strained voice only made her laugh harder.

"Oh wow! Sucks for your little left kitten maker!" Sarah laughed even harder, nearly doubling over as she watched her younger sibling writhe in the pain only a male could suffer. Finally, Sarah wiped a tear from her eye. “I can’t wait to tell Melissa. She’s right, that was fun!”

Uh oh…that didn’t sound good. Poor Max.

Didn’t even see it coming…

[Jayfeathers stick]

Great story

[One from the Vaults]

Thanks, Mythical! Was just feeling nostalgic for your stories.

[Mythical Pain]

Thanks, Mythical! Was just feeling nostalgic for your stories.

Thanks folks!

Lol, sounds like I had good timing, then.

Was just thinking that a couple of young lion nards were due to feel that special ache, don't you agree? Even if Max doesn't agree.

[poiu]

A new BB/********** artist called lenexwants (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lenexwants/) just surfaced over on FA – he's taking requests (http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4653486/) at the moment, and he's doing some fantastic work. (See the attached image, for example!) From what he's posted so far, I think he veers more towards the ********** side of CBT than the ballbusting side, but he's definitely worth following.

Here are some other recent BB links from FA:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10543918/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10407952/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10489180/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10437308/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10344170/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10184217/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10135723/ (make sure to check the gallery for the full series; there are multiple images)

[Mythical Pain]

A new BB/********** artist called lenexwants (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lenexwants/) just surfaced over on FA – he's taking requests (http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4653486/) at the moment, and he's doing some fantastic work. (See the attached image, for example!) From what he's posted so far, I think he veers more towards the ********** side of CBT than the ballbusting side, but he's definitely worth following.


Fantastic! So glad you posted that. Probably wouldn't have seen it. Went over to his page and faved that pic. Sooo nice to see well drawn, feral dragon ballbusting. Not as into the ruination, but as I said over there...I'll take what I can get, hehe.

Wonder if I could get him to draw some of my dragon chars getting busted? ::Grins::

[SagaDC]

Tsk, so many poor, ********* furries. Some nice art in the latest batch of links, but I'm definitely in MP's corner. I tend to prefer prolonged torment over a one-and-done bust that leaves the unfortunate male in a distinctly less-than-male state. ;)

Still, I'm definitely liking the style of SueaNoi's art - especially after that series he did for Hand of Blades. Might have to look into getting a commission from him at some point, once I've scrounged up some spare cash.

And of course, it's always a pleasure to see more shorts from MP. Sweet and to the point. Two thumbs up!

[Mythical Pain]

Tsk, so many poor, ********* furries. Some nice art in the latest batch of links, but I'm definitely in MP's corner. I tend to prefer prolonged torment over a one-and-done bust that leaves the unfortunate male in a distinctly less-than-male state. ;)

And of course, it's always a pleasure to see more shorts from MP. Sweet and to the point. Two thumbs up!

Yup, same for me! Would love to see that dragon in the pic posted above getting kicked tons of times by a couple laughing women...::Purr:: Keep his eggs so they can do it again later! Hehe.

And thanks! Very glad you liked it! Sweet and straight to the aching lion nards, just what I needed at the time lol.

For those interested, I also popped up a short story over on SF recently, and it involves a dragon. He does get a kick at the end, hehe.

[tobi]

Godzilla gets busted:)
http://g.e-hentai.org/s/a1a6a1ace3/594972-22
http://g.e-hentai.org/s/9060fcda82/594972-23
http://g.e-hentai.org/s/95ff82cb5c/594972-24
http://g.e-hentai.org/s/8e33354a1f/594972-25

[darkwing]

I'm not sure if this one was already posted http://e621.net/post/show/267314/2012-alex_-madagascar-amber_eyes-anthro-ball_fondl
http://e621.net/data/preview/4a/4c/4a4c8c71010c65917bb0af4e26166c83.jpg

[poiu]

I love the middle pic in that Godzilla sequence, tobi – nice find!

A few more recent pics from FA:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10663809/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10611679/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10585588/

[SagaDC]

Been dragging my feet on it for a while, but I finally got around to putting up A Gryphon's Tail, Part 5. It's long, though, so I've held off on posting it here.

You can see it here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/
Or here: https://sagadc.sofurry.com/

You need to have your account set to view adult/mature works, or else they won't show up. If anyone would rather, I can post it here, just didn't want to clutter up the board. :)

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Been dragging my feet on it for a while, but I finally got around to putting up A Gryphon's Tail, Part 5. It's long, though, so I've held off on posting it here.

You can see it here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/
Or here: https://sagadc.sofurry.com/

You need to have your account set to view adult/mature works, or else they won't show up. If anyone would rather, I can post it here, just didn't want to clutter up the board. :)

Yes, please post.

[SagaDC]

Of course!



A Gryphon's Tail, Part 5
What Doesn't Kill You...


Kira plodded along in silence, watching her troublesome charge from the corner of her eye. It had been half a day now since the ambush, and Rhaelyn hadn't really talked to her since the battle. She had tried to start up a casual conversation a few times now - three times, in fact - but he just didn't seem interested.

The hen sighed to herself, and from the slight twitch of the panther's ear she knew he had heard it. He didn't say anything, though. He didn't even look back in her direction. He just kept trudging through the wilderness ahead of her, only truly acknowledging her when she chirped out a course-correction. Even then, he would just glance back at her quietly before he followed her instructions.

"Take a right up ahead," she called out, experimentally. "Around the bushes. Don't want you to get tangled up in a bunch of thorns again." She kept a carefully neutral expression, but the faintest hint of a tease crept into her voice.

Rhaelyn grunted, but he didn't say anything. He just glanced back at the gryphon, then dutifully circled around the foliage.

"Oh, left right past that shrub!" Kira called out again, her pace slowing as she watched the beastkin. The panther glanced back at her again, and then looked in the direction she had indicated. Past the shrub and to the left, the path dropped off into a sharp slope that ended at the bottom of a shallow ravine.

Rhaelyn curled his lip a bit, looking back to the hen as if to say something, but he evidently thought better of it. He turned away and continued trudging in the same direction without a word.

Kira sighed again, louder this time. She wanted to talk! In her opinion, the panther was being both childish and more than a little inconsiderate, sulking the way he was. So what if he'd gotten his balls handed to him, time and time again? She was past teasing him about that! Or, er, mostly past it. Kind of. But really, she just wanted him to start talking again!

"So, um... how are they hanging?" The hen chirped, slipping over to the male's side. She had to bite back a laugh, since she was trying to sound as sympathetic as possible - but still, she was inordinately proud of that phrasing. It was a question that bordered on the edge of obscenity, but still managed to somehow sound politely curious. She wondered if anyone back in the beastkin cities had ever thought of saying it like that?

The panther snorted, but then he surprised her by actually responding. Not to her question, but he did finally voice what had been on his mind for the past few hours. It had been weighing on him ever since the confrontation with the hunters. "I'm just... not sure what to think, Kira."

Kira blinked, her head cocked as she peered sidelong at the beastkin. "What, about your balls?" Okay, that was less subtle, but at least he was talking again.

"No," the panther scowled. "About the way you handled Kerrik."

The hen eyed the male with her beak set in a deadpan expression, "What's a Kerrik?"

One corner of his mouth curled downward, Rhaelyn frowned slightly as he replied again. "Kerrik. The, ah... he was the gryphon with the tiger stripes. Didn't say much? Kept trying to sneak up on me whenever I took my eyes off of him?"

The hen frowned a bit at that, and for a second her expression almost matched the feline's. She ****** a smile, though, and she allowed herself the slightest bit of teasing. "Kerrik. Hm, was he the one who had you on your back, screaming? Is that what's been bothering you?"

"What?" The panther's brows furrowed, but he quickly shook his head. "No! That was the other one, Quetzyl, and SHE only got her claws on me because-" No, wait, the hen was clearly trying to steer the conversation back toward her obvious interests. Rhaelyn wasn't about to let that happen, so he steered it right back. "No, Kerrik. The tiger-striped drake. He was the one you maimed after the fight was over."

Kira grunted, her head twitching away as she studied the rocks and plants along one side of the crude footpath they were following. They had left the frozen woods behind them an hour ago, and now they were navigating the maze of hills and valleys that made up the treacherous Fire Peaks. The cliffs were a cesspit of jagged, icy terrain and dangerous volcanic fumeroles, so there wasn't really much to see.

Normally the wide stretch of hostile terrain wouldn't have posed a problem to the hen. She would have simply flown over it. Sure, there were still the occasional lava bats or errant fire elementals to contend with, but nothing that she couldn't have outflown. Really, the region only acted as a deterrant to land-bound beastkin who might wander into gryphon territory.

"So, uh, Ser Rhaelyn. You're a wizard, right?" Kira chirped, trying to sound as polite as possible. "I hear that the Peaks used to be a majestic mountain range, until two wizards fought a battle here. Do you think that's-"

"Kira." There was a note of warning to the panther's tone. Perhaps he didn't like the idea of blaming the existence of the Fire Peaks on wizards? Or, more likely, he didn't care for the hen's blatant attempt to once again change the subject.

The hen sighed again, for the third time in as many minutes. "Okay, fine. So this Kirk, or Quark, or Jerk. Whatever. You're concerned about him, or about me. Maybe both of us. What's the problem?"

Rhaelyn growled softly, his ears flicked back at the female's flippant tone. "Look, I'm just- I'm trying to tell you what's been on my mind. I haven't been fair to you, and I'd really like to get it off my chest. I think I owe you that much."

Kira furrowed her brow, eying the male. He really did have a talent for beating around the bush - it took him a hundred words just to say nothing of substance. A note of uncertainty crept into her voice as she prowled closer to the panther's side. "Er... okay?"

The beastkin drew in a deep breath before continuing. "Well, it's just that I, uh, guess I had this image of you in my head. I mean, we've only known eachother for a short time, but with the way you talk and the way you act I guess I was starting to think of you as somewhat naive and innocent."

The hen laughed, her feathered mane rousing a bit as she shook her head incredulously. "Innocent? Seriously? Have you ever even MET a gryphon before-" And a brief pause before before she bumped herself up against the panther's leg, scowling. 'Is THAT what this is about? Ser Rhaelyn, we've only known eachother for three days!"

"Right, that's true, but I think it's been enough time for us to..." the male gestured vaguely with his hands, although Kira really had no idea what it was supposed to mean. Gryphons didn't generally talk with their hands. "... form opinions of eachother. So I guess when I saw you maiming Kerrik, I found it a little disturbing. That's all."

Kira grunted, shaking her head again. "Well I find it a little disturbing that you bothered to learn their names in the first place."

Rhaelyn blinked, eying the hen warily for a second. "What? It wasn't HARD, Kira. I mean, it's not like I went out of my way to do it. They SAID their names right in front of me! They introduced themselves-"

"Right before they tried to kill you!" The hen hissed, a distinct note of exasperation in her voice. "Rhaelyn, they tried to kill you!" She tried speaking slowly, in hopes that it would finally sink into the panther's incredibly dense brain. "Kill. You."

The beastkin's expression darkened, and for a second Kira thought she might have gone a bit too far. He surprised her, though, by agreeing with her. "Yes, I know. Or, uh, I don't actually think that they would have killed me, but... yes. They clearly wanted to kittnap me."

"You mean kidnap?" The hen queried. Kittnap didn't sound right.

"What? No," the panther quickly replied. "Kidnap only applies to goat beastkin and satyrs. With a pantherkin, it's kittnap."

"Er, okay." Kira wasn't so sure about that, but she'd take his word for it. "Well still, they wanted to physically harm you, and we stopped them.They don't deserve your compassion."

Rhaelyn arched his brows, eyes wide for a second. "Oh, did you think that I meant-?" And he laughed. Kira smiled. It was nice to hear him laugh again - or was this the first time she had heard him laugh? Well, either way, it was nice to hear.

She grinned, "What's so funny?"

The panther chuckled, absently thumping a hand lightly against the scruff of the gryphon's neck. It was an affectionate gesture, and Kira had to deliberately keep herself from purring. "No, Kira, I'm not... compassionate about their well-being - not about Kerrik or the rest of them. Really, it's just you that I was worried about."

Kira blinked, the purr dying in her throat. "Me? Why?"

"Well, you're-" He seemed hesitant now, but he pushed forward with his thought. "You have this, uh, disarming quality about you. The way you talk. I guess it was just a little... jarring to see you tearing someone apart. Even, uh... I mean, even if they clearly deserved it."

The hen groaned, softly, circling in front of the male to stop him in his tracks. "Ser Rhaelyn, what am I?"

Rhaelyn stopped, shooting a quizzical look at the hen. "Er, pardon?"

"What do I look like to you?" She repeated.

"I don't, uh-"

Kira cocked her head, cutting him off with another pointed query. "Do I look like a beastkin princess? Raised in a pretty castle with nothing but servants for company?"

"What? No, of course n-"

"Or a dainty kitten," she continued. "Intent on impressing the boy next door? Am I wearing a pretty dress?"

Rhaelyn frowned. Where was she going with this? "Don't be absurd."

The panther flicked his ears back, his brow furrowed with some consternation. "You're, um... you're a gryphon? A rogue tracker from the outlying settlements on the edge of-"

"No, stop." Kira bobbed her head again. "You already answered my question.

Rhaelyn leaned back a bit, his weight settling onto his heels. "You're a gryphon."

She nodded smartly, beaming. Kira pushed herself up onto her hindlegs, precariously balancing herself as she planted a taloned hand against the panther's chest. Pushing up onto her toes, she almost-but-not-quite managed to reach eye-level with him. "And don't you forget it!"

Kira wavered for a moment, but she kept herself stretched upright to keeping her gaze fixed with the panther's, before she finally slid back down onto all fours. "Gods know that the tigers never let me forget it."

Rhaelyn smiled faintly, setting a hand lightly to the hen's shoulder- well, no, her shoulder was a little too low, so he set it atop her head. That felt somewhat awkward, though, so after a second he quickly withdrew his hand again. "So, ah... how was that? Being raised by the tigerkin?"

She laughed, rolling her shoulders in a casual shrug. "Well, not so bad, I suppose. I mean, I can't complain. I was a favored servant, but I wasn't exactly family." She waited for the panther to let his guard down before jabbing a talon at his crotch, suppressing a laugh as he squawked and twisted away. She continued quickly before the beastkin could interject.

"They had me carry stuff around for them, and I pulled a cart around sometimes, but they mostly used me to intimidate folk or kill bandits." She ruffled her feathers a bit, her wings stretching out again as she looked a little smug. "And I was pretty good at it, too. I may be a little on the small side for a gryphon, but that doesn't seem to matter when you're dealing with beastkin who have never seen one before."

The panther laughed, his ears flicking forward and his tail swaying behind him as he considered that. "Well, that's certainly understandable. Gods know I'd find you terrifying, if I hadn't run into gryphons like Jarol or The Queen before."

Kira smirked, aiming another jab at the male's crotch, although he was quick to twist away again. She feared she might be growing too predictable! "And what, now I'm not terrifying anymore?"

"More adorable, I think." The feline drawled. He squeaked faintly as hen's eyes narrowed, and hastened to add, "But still moderately terrifying, at times!"

Kira grinned broadly, so much so that the edges of her beak hurt a little. Head lowered some, she twisted about and quickened her pace to lead the way again. "Good." She cleared her throat, absently trying to control her blushing. "But, uh, I can control myself, so you shouldn't be TOO terrified of me."

Rhaelyn trailed behind the hen, brow arched and an ear quirked skeptically. "Even when you're hurting me?"

Kira laughed, her wings rousing as she peeked back at the male. "Especially when it's you getting hurt. But, uh, that's just how I show that I like you. I would never actually break anything!"

"Really?" He sounded even more skeptical, this time, but he seemed to readily accept it.

"Probably never," the hen chirped. A sly grin worked its way onto her beak, and she tried to keep her tone even. "Maybe probably never, but beastkin are fragile. No promises."

Rhaelyn narrowed his eyes, but he smiled despite his misgivings. "Gods, that's... uh, awfully reassuring?"

"I thought so!" She chirped, brightly. She kept quiet for a moment, her eyes fixed on the terrain ahead, before finally glancing back at the panther again. She gestured with a wing, folding it to point at the male's lower body. "So... how are they hanging?"

The panther snorted again, but he was still smiling. He couldn't help but wonder where the hen had heard such a crude phrase, though - it sounded like something he'd hear at the Cat House in Karash. "Low and aching."

Kira had the good grace to at least look mildly concerned, her gaze flicking to the male's crotch and then back up to his face. "Oh?"

"But, ah... still intact," he was quick to amend. "All of this walking isn't helping things, though. Which way are we heading? The sooner we find a place to set up camp, the better off I'll be."

Kira chirruped, innocently. 'Then you're in luck! I think we're already here!"

Rhaelyn turned about, leveling a critical eye on his surroundings. The two had worked their way up the side of a low plateau - a wide shelf of stone raised perhaps twenty twenty paces or so from the ashen ground below. There wasn't much to see beyond a few twisted trees, and even those were long-petrified. The only signs of life were a few glittering fire orchids which peeked up from the scorched earth.

"Er, here? Are you sure?"

"It's perfect," the gryphon nodded. She prowled about the edge of the uneven plateau, peering down each side in turn. "It's high enough off the ground to protect us from the ash, and the heat-flowers will keep us warm overnight. If anything wants to get at us, it will have to either climb up these cliffs, or fly down from above. Either way, we'd hear or see them coming."

"Well," Rhaelyn grudgingly admitted, unshouldering his pack. "I suppose that's true. I'll put up some wards, then, and we can get some rest."

Kira arched a brow, "Put up some- wait, you can do that?"

"Er, hello?" The panther chuckled, trying to emulate the hen's oft-used sarcastic tone. "I'm a mage? Or did you forget that I can use magic from time to time?"

"Well why didn't you set those up last night? Or the night before?" Kira didn't mean to sound annoyed, but it seemed like a fair question. Was the beastkin only now finally beginning to take their survival seriously?

Rhaelyn rolled his eyes, rummaging through his pack for a moment before finally coming up with a velvet satchel. Carefully plucking a few colored stones from the bag's confines, he carefully packed the rest away once he had made his selection. "Well, you may recall that I was a tad comatose the first night we spent together. And last night? Well, I was hardly in any condition to re-weave the fabric of reality, since you had decided to rearrange my delicates."

The panther paused, looking up from what he was doing to eye the hen pointedly. "Again."

Kira thought about arguing, but it was a valid point. She thought about trying to shift the blame, too, but what was she going to say? So she opted to take the high road, instead. She stuck her tongue out at him.

The beastkin rolled his eyes, although Kira could pick out the faintest hint of a smile on his muzzle as he turned back to his work. One by one he planted the stones around the edge of the plateau, uttering a few words and making a few symbols with his hands each time he did so. It was mildly interesting at first, but after a moment or two the hen had already grown bored.

"Uh, so..." She drawled, her wings rousing as she peered about. She was hesitant to ask, since she knew how much the panther loved to talk, but it had to be better than sitting in silence. "... how's it work?"

Rhaelyn arched a brow, tossing another fleeting glance in Kira's direction before he returned his attention to what he was doing. It almost seemed as if he was deliberately ignoring the female, but he finally spoke up. "Well, ah... are you sure? It's pretty complicated."

Kira scowled a bit, her eyes narrowing a fraction as she considered that. Was he trying to say that she wasn't smart enough to understand how his stupid tricks worked? A brief streak of white-hot anger flashed through her brain, but she quickly swallowed it back down. Sure, she could resort to violence, but that wouldn't do much to prove how smart she was.

The hen prowled over to one of the stones that the panther had already set in place, gouging into the ashen dirt with a talon as she investigated. "Looks like a rock."

"Don't do that!" Rhaelyn quickly closed the distance between the two, swiftly replanting the stone and firmly nudging the hen away from it. "These have to be placed precisely, to maximize the energy flow. You can't just warp space and time without following the proper rituals."

She grumbled at that, and for a second Kira had to wrestle with her desire to shove the panther in return, but she swallowed that urge down too. That little voice in her head had returned, but it was soft enough to easily ignore. Treading back to the center of the plateau, she flopped down onto the ground with enough force to kick up a small cloud of ash.

"Hff, it LOOKS like a ROCK." She repeated, putting an emphasis on the words she thought were important. How was he going to protect them with rocks? Was he going to throw them at intruders?

The panther glanced at Kira again, although this time his gaze lingered for a few seconds. Was she upset with him? It was exhausting, trying to keep up with her mercurial moodswings. Still, it couldn't hurt to humor her.

"Well," he began hesitantly. He resumed walking the edge of the plateau, looking for a good spot to plant the next stone. "These are purified fragments of haematite, ah-" Another glance at the hen, which she met evenly with a blank stare.

Rhaelyn sighed, but he continued. "Bloodstones. It's a special kind of, ah- well there are five types of elemental spirits, and each of them is attuned to a different kind of material focus. For earth spirits, there are sixteen types of unique minerals that are most ideal for binding-"

Kira groaned loudly, her wings outstretched and then flicked back at an angle in a gesture of defeat. She couldn't even understand half of what the beastkin was saying, and what she COULD understand was even more boring than she had previously anticipated. "Wait, wait! Ser Rhaelyn, is this really going to be as boring as it sounds?"

"Well, only if you think that bending the elements to your will with nothing more than knowledge of geology and fourth-dimensional math is boring." The panther grunted. His tone had taken on a distinct note of irritation, but Kira chose to ignore it.

"Ugh, then no thank you." Kira grunted right back, absently trying to scrape ash off of her feathers. It was a hopeless effort, though, since it was everywhere. "Let's just talk about something else."

Rhaelyn rolled his eyes halfway about, but he kept quiet for a moment. The last of the stones were planted, the last few sigils traced in the air and the proper incantations made. There was no dramatic crack of thunder or flash of lightning, but there was an undenyable charge in the air - and the faintest hum of unseen energy.

"Alright," the male chuckled. He returned to his backpack, carefully storing away the components that he hadn't needed. "What do you want to talk about, then?"

Kira perked at that, her wings rousing again. Her mind raced with the possibilities - after all, this was the first time the beastkin had actually invited her to pick a topic of conversation. Her tongue traced along the edge of her beak as she considered this grave responsibility for a moment, but it was mostly for show. It had only taken her half a second to pick something.

"Okay," she ventured. "How does that healing potion work?"

Rhaelyn chuckled again, shaking his head slightly in bemused fashion. He produced a blanket from the confines of his pack, picking out a spot next to Kira before spreading it out over the ash. "Are you sure you want me to answer that? Alchemy can be boring, too."

"Well..." The hen cocked her jaw, her eartufts perked as she watched the panther pad back over to his backpack. The second he wasn't looking, Kira rolled over onto the blanket he had just spread out. It was just as soft and comfortable as she had suspected. "Does it involve math?"

The male poked through his backpack for another few seconds, briefly inspecting a few cloth-wrapped bundles. Fetching one that was full of dried fruits and meats, he rose back to his feet and moved to rejoin the hen. "No, not particularly."

"Then a won't get bored!" Kira announced, in as genuine a tone as she could muster. The feline still looked a little skeptical, so she gave him an innocent smile. "I promise!"

Rhaelyn arched a brow - her innocent act had long since worn thin, but he still had to admit that it made her look deceptively adorable. Picking an edge of the blanket, he lowered himself down onto the ground and briefly jockeyed for position before simply leaning against the gryphon's side.

Kira shifted, scootching over just enough to let the panther sit comfortably. Flexing her closer wing outward, she draped it over the male and pulled him close. "Pleeeeeeease?"

He sighed again, but this time there was a smile on his lips. Rhaelyn took a few seconds to unwrap the bundle he was carrying, sorting out a few pieces of dried fruits and jerky before offering the hen a piece. "Yes yes, fine. I'm not an alchemist, though, so I'm not sure where to begin."

The female sniffed lightly at the offered chunk of dried and salted meat, before gingerly closing the edge of her beak around it. Jerking her head back, she flipped it into the air, caught it in her beak, and then swallowed it whole. It wasn't anywhere near as good as fresh meat, raw and dripping with blood, but she appreciated the gesture. "Yum!"

"Er, normally we chew-" The beastkin cut himself off, a faint smirk on his muzzle. No sense in debating table manners with a gryphon. Instead, he set the unwrapped bundle of foodstuffs onto his lap before picking out a piece for himself. He focused on the hen's question, instead, absently nibbling on the edge of his jerky as he mused around it. "Mn, well you've heard of dragons, yes?"

Kira bobbed her head, one brow arched. "Um, sure? In stories and stuff." She ducked her head about, her neck craning as she carefully plucked another piece of meat from his lap. She feigned chewing for a few seconds - but her lack of teeth made it problematic, so she simply swallowed it down. "Never seen one, though."

"Well, most folks haven't." Rhaelyn smiled, his empty hand sliding about to rub behind Kira's closer eartuft. She started a bit at his touch, but quickly leaned into it. "But they're inherently magical beasts with a number of inherent arcane abilities that vary from one type to another."

Kira crooned happily, pressing up against the panther's rubbing hand. It took her a moment to realize that he was waiting for her to say something, and the hen flushed ever so slightly as she quickly bobbed her head again. "Um, right! Yeah, uh, they can fly and breath fire and stuff, I think? Some of the traders used to talk about them."

Rhaelyn smirked, experimentally raking his short claws through the thick feathers that covered Kira's skull. Predictably, she leaned into it again, her eyes half-closed and her beak gaped open some. "The eastern dragons do, yes. But there are other types of dragons as well, each with their own unique abilities. Some have impenetrable scales, others can move as fast as lightning, or exhale plumes of acid, or heal away mortal wounds in the blink of an eye."

"Mmhm?" She was only half-listening now, her eyes closed to slits.

"Well, it's that last type that are used to make the most potent healing potions." He watched Kira for a moment, his fingers tracing along the back of her head before he rubbed at her neck. He could hear her purring now - a thick and grating sound, but soothing nonetheless. "They're notoriously hard to kill, unless you can pierce their vital organs with an enchanted blade."

Kira furrowed her brow, butting her head back against the panther's hand as she peered up at him. "Er, okay? But what does that have to do with making healing potions?"

"I'm getting to that," Rhaelyn scolded, patting the hen lightly on the beak. "The blood is actually superior for use in healing elixirs, but it's... ah... well, it's understandably difficult to collect. Apparently, it's easier to..." He trailed off, ears twitching back. "Well, there are apparently easier ingredients to obtain."

The hen rasped softly as she stifled a laugh. She could tell that the subject was making the beastkin uncomfortable, and she rather enjoyed teasing him about it. Still, there were more important things to tease him about.

"And why didn't it work on your balls?"

Rhaelyn narrowed his eyes, peering at Kira for a second. Suddenly, he didn't feel like petting her quite so much. Instead, he quietly chewed on a piece of jerky for a moment.

"Come on," Kira chirped in as innocent a tone as she could manage. "I need to know this kind of thing, in case you get hurt again! In fact, given your current track record, I think it would be a good idea if you told me as quickly as possible."

"Oh?" The Panther didn't seem convinced.

Kira stuck her tongue out a bit, before nudging the male with a wing. "Before it's too late." No, that didn't have quite the right tone. She narrowed her eyes, set her beak, and leaned in menacingly. Her tone was grim, this time, with a distinctly threatening undertone.

"... before it's too late."

Rhaelyn still didn't seem convinced - perhaps because the hen had quite literally just repeated herself with an extra dose of melodrama, or perhaps because he didn't find her nearly as terrifying anymore. Relatively speaking. "Uh... huh."

Kira grumbled, forelimbs crossed and her head lowered to settle atop them. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to wait until one of us is lying gutted in a ditch. Then you can tell me all about it while you're bleeding out."

"Wait," the panther scowled. "Why do you just assume that I'm the one who'll be bleeding- oh for the gods' sakes. Fine."

She perked at that, head lifted again. "Really? Yay!"

Rhaelyn looked just mildly perplexed, mouthing the word 'yay' in silent echo of the hen's celebration. Still, he decided not to invest too much thought on the matter. Females were already complicated enough, before the addition of things like predatory instinct or six-inch talons. "Uh... right. So, what was the question?"

Kira crooked one taloned finger, gesturing toward the male's lap as she shifted against him. "Your potion, it healed up our cuts and bruises, but you're-" she paused, trying to think of a way to put it delicately. She liked watching the panther squirm, sure, but she also wanted him to actually give her a straight answer on the subject. "But you still have a pretty bad limp. How come it didn't heal you all the way?"

The male snorted at the hen's wording, but he at least seemed to appreciate her minor effort at being tactful. "Well, the potion I have is low-grade. The, ah, main ingredient is rare and expensive, so a lot of alchemists stretch out their supply with weaker draughts like this one."

"So, wait-" Kira interrupted. "You came into the heart of Shardclaw territory with just one bottle of bargain healing goo?"

"Well, I wasn't really expecting trouble." Rhaelyn sounded more than a little defensive, but his expression made it clear that even HE realized how silly it seemed in retrospect. "I suppose I may have been a little naive, but I really thought the gryphons would be more... reasonable."

The hen just stared at the beastkin for a few seconds, but she didn't push the point. No sense in letting him get TOO far off-topic. "Whatever. So, what, the cheap stuff doesn't work on your balls? That seems like a pretty big drawback, considering how often you get hit in them."

Rhaelyn winced, but he managed to bite back the first retort that rose to his lips. Whiskers twitching, he absently started packing the rest of the food back into a neatly wrapped bundle as he murmured. "No, it's just that the more diluted elixirs don't tend to work very well when it comes to mending, er... internal damage."

"Internal?" She seemed genuinely interested, now.

"Er, yes." Rhaelyn nodded, glancing to the hen a little uncertainly. "High-quality healing potions can bring a beastkin back from the brink of death, and sometimes even resurrect the recently deceased, but the low-end draughts are mostly just for flesh wounds. It can mitigate damage to bones and internal organs, but it can't heal it outright."

Kira was no surgeon, but something about that explanation seemed off. Brow furrowed, she waited until the male had set the bundle of food aside before she wriggled about just enough to drape her forelimbs across his legs.

"So wait, your balls are internal...?" Brow still furrowed, the hen shook her head. No, she had gotten up-close and personal with them more than once already, and she was fairly certain that they weren't. Unless she REALLY didn't understand beastkin anatomy.

Rhaelyn flushed a little, his ears flicked forward as he suddenly found a gryphon sprawled halfway across his lap. "Ah, no, they're not... well they're internal organs, but they're... uh... external. I mean, unless something ****** them back inside of me, anyway."

Kira blinked, "That can happen?"

The panther winced a little, one ear going ever so slightly skewed. "It, ah... yes, it can, although it's rare. But, uh, anyway that's why the healing potion has a hard time coping with the... damage that I've taken down there. The stuff I brought can mitigate some of the bruising and swelling, but if something gets ruptured then I'm going to be out of luck."

"What does that mean?" She was quick to query, her head lifted to meet the male's gaze. She tried sounding out the word, rolling it on her tongue. "Rup-cherred."

"Really?" The panther's brow quirked, his ears angled forward as he tried to gauge whether Kira was being serious or not. Given how swiftly her mastery of the beastkin-tongue had been progressing, he had almost forgotten that she struggled with some of the words he used. Still, this was quickly moving into an area he wasn't comfortable with.

"Yeah!" Kira shifted against him again, a taloned hand set to his thigh as she pushed herself up until she was eye-to-eye with him. "What does it mean?"

Rhaelyn flicked his ears back, his whiskers twitching again as he cleared his throat. "Ah... well, it means, uh, that the organ gets punctured or, um... crushed hard enough that it collapses. It's, ah... it's very dangerous. And, er... like I said, only the strongest potions or magic can fix that kind of damage."

Kira's eyes widened now, her head drawn back as she considered that. Given her recent fascination with the panther and his organs, that sounded like it might be important. "That can happen!?"

"I, um... yes?" Rhaelyn was nonplussed by the hen's shocked expression, and for some reason he also felt more than a little nervous. "Er, just like any other organ? I, uh- how can you possibly not know this?"

The hen laughed, trying to mimic one of the beastkin's dismissive hand-gestures with her talons. "Please, do we really have to go over this again? I'm a gryphon. Normally I just rip and tear, so just beating on someone is new to me!"

The panther rubbed lightly at his temples - he could feel the beginning of a headache taking root just behind his eyes. "Of course. Well, just 'beating' on someone can still cause serious injuries. If you hit someone hard enough, especially down THERE, then things can just... burst."

Kira had the decency to look sympathetic for half a second, before she pressed the verbal assault. "Ouch, and then what happens?"

"And then...?" Rhaelyn eyed the hen warily, "What do you mean?"

"What happens if a guy's balls get rup-cherred?" She chirped, just a little too enthusiastically for the beastkin's liking.

The panther frowned, but he decided to answer her question. If anything, a better education on the matter might discourage her from targeting that particular part of the male anatomy in the future. Or that part of HIS anatomy, at least. "Well, if a fellow's testi- er, ball is hit hard enough to be ruptured, then it basically becomes useless. It won't be able to produce seed anymore, and depending on the circumstances it can cause other serious medical issues as well."

"Oh..." Kira cooed softly, looking appropriately solemn for a brief moment. It didn't last. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that guys have two of them, then!"

Rhaelyn groaned softly, batting lightly at the hen's beak as he shook his head. She hadn't learned her lesson at all. "No! I mean, yes, they do have two for that reason, but... losing even one ball can reduce the sex drive, and make it less likely for a fellow to sire children."

The hen considered that - was that what she had done to that tiger-striped runt, Kerrik? Honestly, all things considered, she didn't feel too bad about that. She certainly wasn't going to lose sleep over the idea that the drake might have a harder time siring hatchlings, and the thought that he might have trouble performing tickled her a little. She liked the idea of the Shardclaw hunter having something so personal and intimate to remember her by. Still...

"What happens if both of a guy's balls are rup-cherred?" Kira chirped, innocently.

The panther leveled a look at the hen, and for a brief moment she feared that her innocent act might be wearing thin. After several long seconds, though, he sighed and answered her question. "Then he's basically ruined. If a fellow loses both balls, or if they even get damaged too badly without rupturing, then he can end up losing the ability to... well... have sex. And children."

She cocked her head, quickly firing off another question. "What, like he just loses interest in sex, or...?"

"Er, sometimes? I mean, possibly, but even if they did still want to, they would lack the ability to do it without magical aid, I think. I mean, I'm not an expert in this kind of thing." Rhaelyn cleared his throat, ears twitching slightly as he glanced away from the hen. "Look, can we... change the subject?"

"Sure!" She chirped, springing to her feet so abruptly that it sent the panther sprawling onto his back. "It's time to practice our beastkin-to-gryphon combat, anyway!"

Rhaelyn frowned, pushing himself upright again and rubbing the back of his head. Ears flicked toward the female, he scowled - but then comprehension set in, and his expression quickly changed to a grimace. "Oh, I... uh... Kira, are you sure that's a good idea?"

The hen grinned, her beak gaped slightly and the corner's of her mouth curled upward. It was a friendly expression. Reassuring, even. Still, something about it set the panther's fur on end. "Of course it is! Why wouldn't it be?"

He furrowed his brow, the beastkin's tail lashing behind him as he tried to think of a way to put it tactfully. "Well, we just ate, so..." Rhaelyn's ears slicked back, his gaze briefly averted as he finished lamely. "So shouldn't we wait at least an hour before we start 'practicing'?"

"Er, Ser Rhaelyn," Kira hesitated. "I may just be a hen but, er, I'm pretty sure that's only for swimming."

The beastkin slowly pushed himself to his feet, suddenly preoccupied with smoothing out his clothes with his hands. "Hn... well, I just, uh... I don't think I'm feeling up to it right now. I'm still pretty sore, and I'm starting to get tired..."

Kira set back on her haunches, leveling The Look at Rhaelyn. It was a potent weapon in the hen's arsenal of intimidation, and one that she rarely used. She could count the number of times she had needed it on one taloned hand - once on a merchant in White Palm who had insisted on overcharging her, twice to discourage a particularly amorous drake who had stalked her across the Desert of Desolation, and again on a runt of a tigerkin in Pazar who had stubbornly persisted in trying to hire her as a 'personal gryphon mount'. It never failed to get results.

Her smile was gone and in its place was a look she normally reserved for someone she was about to maul. For a fleeting second, all traces of reason and understanding seemed to evaporate, and she became something that seemed impossibly cold and dangerous.

Rhaelyn balked, his blood running cold. He tried to say something, but his vocal chords seemed to be paralyzed.

"Well, I guess that's just what we'll tell Quetzyl when she catches up with us again." Kira snapped, her beak clacking shut sharply to punctuate the sentence. "I'm sure she'll hesitate at least three seconds before she slices you open from one end to the other."

"I-" Rhaelyn started, but the hen cut him off.

"But I did my best," she sighed, her wings ruffling behind her. "I guess the only thing to do now is plot my escape route. I can probably slink off into the ash while they're tearing you limb from limb. Really, the hardest part will be explaining this whole thing to your clan."

"Well-!"

"Do you think they'll still pay me?" Kira chirped, her head cocked as she looked back to the panther. "I mean, obviously not my whole fee, but I think I'd still deserve something for my pain and suffering. I've put a lot of effort into getting you this far, so it's hardly my fault that you want to call it quits just a few days from home."

The beastkin sighed, rubbing his temple with two fingers. "Fine! By the gods, fine." His tail lashed again, his whiskers drooping. "I just- You can't- I mean-" And another sigh, as the panther threw his hands up in the air. "Fine."

Kira grinned anew, pushing back up onto all-fours as she prowled around the male. "Good. Anyways, you already agreed to it, so I don't know why you're trying to back out of it now!"

Rhaelyn frowned, one hand set to his hip as he swiveled about to keep an eye on the gryphon. "Yes, well, I had assumed the 'practice' sessions would take place after I had healed and, ah, after we had put the Shardclaw territories behind us."

"Well that's stupid," Kira chirped, still grinning.

The feline frowned, "Excuse me?"

The gryphon padded over to the taller biped, neck craning so she could head-butt him lightly in the gut. "'Cuz then you won't need to know how to fight gryphons anymore, right?"

"Oh," the panther grunted. This time, he had no trouble resisting the urge to pet the hen. The panther sounded sullen and defensive, as if it almost pained him to admit that she had a point. "I... do suppose that makes sense."

Kira's grin twisted a bit, her head lowered as she smirked. "So, you ready to do this?"

Rhaelyn heaved one last sigh, taking a few steps back to put some distance between the hen and himself. Setting one hand to the hilt of his sword, he subtly shifted his stance to a more comfortable fencing pose. "As ready as I'll ever be. Now, how do you want to-?"

And he was down in a sudden, violent flurry of tangled cloth, feathers, and ash.

"Dead." Kira chirped cheerfully from atop him, the tips of her talons rapping against his forehead.

"W-what!?" He sputtered.

"Dead." Kira chirped again, her head tilted as she mimed snapping the sharp tip of her beak at his throat.

"N-now hold on!" He hissed, shifting beneath the hen as he tried to find the leverage to push her off. She had planted herself firmly, a taloned hand set wide against his chest, but she hadn't pinned his arms.

"Gutted," she chirped, her free hand swiping talons across his stomach. "Bleeding. Dead."

Rhaelyn scowled, making no headway in his efforts to displace the gryphon. An ear twitching, he shot a brief glance downward to make certain he still had a knife at his belt, before darting a hand toward it.

Kira twitched her head downward, following the male's glance. Smirking again, she shifted her weight onto her forelimbs, barely hesitating as she swung one hindpaw up into the prone panther's crotch. She didn't do it too hard - it was an awkward motion for her, since she didn't 'kick' at things under herself very often - but that's why she had wanted to practice.

Unsteady or not, the blow struck firmly enough to illicite a dramatic response from the spreadeagled beastkin. As the leonine beast's thick toes thumped up into the crux of his legs, Rhaelyn just grunted softly, his fingers fumbling with the hilt of his knife. A split second later the pain raced to his addled brain, and he uttered a wavering moan as he did his best to curl beneath the hen.

Still smirking, the hen bore down on the male's chest to push him flat onto his back again. Pulling her foot back out of the beastkin's crotch, she settled it against the ashen dirt between Rhaelyn's thighs as she watched the feline squirm beneath her. "And *********."

The panther coughed, eyes closed to slits as he dipped one hand to his groin and the other against Kira's chest. He could tell that Kira had really held back this time, but given his persistently tenderized state it had still been more than enough to send a sharp burst of pain straight into the center of his brain. Panting for breath, he groaned again. "W-... wasn't... ready!"

"Oh please," Kira leered. She stuck her tongue out a little, patting Rhaelyn lightly on the cheek with her taloned fingers. "Lesson one. Gryphons are ambush predators. If they announce themselves first, like those idiots back in Bleackwood did, it's only because they want you to be scared first."

Rhaelyn drew in a slow breath, then another, and another, until he had evened out his breathing. His oft-bruised kittenmakers were aching fiercely, but he felt an odd sense of pride that he had managed to regain his faculties so swiftly after the cheap shot. He could only hope that it meant he was building up a tolerance. "Nn... r-... right, duely noted. C-... can you get off me now?"

"What?" Kira blinked, "Oh! Sure!" And she scampered off of the panther, grinning widely as she moved back a dozen paces. "Now get back up. We're not done yet."

The panther worked his way back up onto his feet, just a little slower than normal. This time, however, his hand was already at the hilt of his sword before he straightened all the way up. With the sound of metal on leather, the gleaming blade flickered through the air as he set himself again. "Read-"

And he was down again, his sword spinning end over end through the air before landing point-first in the ash just out of reach.

"Aaaaaaaand dead." Kira chirped, snapping her beak a scant inch from his face. She feigned raking the talons of one hand over his chest, the clawtips tearing lightly over the fabric of his shirt. "Dead, dead, dead, dead-"

"This is bullshit!" Rhaelyn sputtered, his gaze flicking sidelong as he vainly tried to see where his sword had landed.

Kira laughed, both hands planted on the male's shoulders this time as she stared down at him. "Yeah yeah. Lesson two, gryphons like to pounce. If you're not ready to fight when you see a gryphon, then it's probably already too late."

"Ugh, really?" Rhaelyn grumbled. He planted his own hands on Kira's feathery chest, and with a concerted effort he managed to push the hen back a step. "I hadn't noticed."

The hen arched a brow, stumbling back a step, although she was quick to plant a hindpaw between the male's thighs again. Not RIGHT between them, but a handspan from anything delicate. Her own hands planted again, her talons digging lightly between the panther's ribs. "Dead, maimed, and dead again. Do you want me to ******** you again, too?"

"I, uh, w-... wait-" He glanced downward, his ears skewing. Even with his dark fur, Kira could swear that the panther paled a little. "N-... no, of course not. No. Lesson learned and message received. Let's move on."

The gryphon uttered a chirping giggle, scrambling off of the fallen beastkin once more. Stepping back to a distance of a dozen paces, she waited patiently as he rose once more. "Didn't think so."

Rhaelyn was a little slower to rise, this time. He was disheveled and more than a little irritated, covered in ash and glimmering crystals of frost that clung stubbornly to his whiskers. This time, the second he reached a crouching position he lunged to the side, rolling neatly before springing to his feet. His sword appeared in his hand as if by magic, and he brandished it dramatically as he straightened to his full height once more.

"Wow," Kira whistled. "Nice."

The beastkin was a bit taken aback. He had really been expecting Kira to pounce at him again, but she was still standing a dozen paces away. She prowled a few steps this way and that, but she seemed to be keeping her distance. The feline kept his sword raised and ready, although he had to admit that he wasn't quite certain about how he was supposed to stop the gryphon's next charge.

"This is just practice," Kira chirped, as if echoing his concerns. "So if you stab me with that thing, I really will ******** you."

Rhaelyn scowled, flicking the blade lightly through the oddly crisp air. The sun had almost completely drifted beyond the ruined mountains, but the starry sky gave off more than enough light to see by. He was ready for her, this time. "I've been trained by the third-best fencer in the Clanhomes."

Kira snorted, darting forward a half-dozen paces, but she shied back as Rhaelyn's sword flicked down to intercept her. She drifted left, then right, testing his defenses. Twice more she darted forward, and twice more he flicked his sword about to ward her off.

"You see?" The panther chuckled, sounding more than a little smug. "Now that I know what to expect, you can't get near me. If this were a real fight, I'd have already cooked you while you were still looking for an opening."

It was a valid point, but Kira wasn't about to concede. She prowled to the left again, carefully watching the male's hands before she darted in again. This time she flared her wings upward and outward as she bounded toward him, and as she had suspected his sword flicked upward as if to defend against the feathery limbs.

The hen had her sights set lower, though, her head ducked down as she lunged forward to butt the beastkin with her skull. She came in a little TOO low, though, and the crown of her head rammed soundly into the feline's groin. Soft flesh briefly competed with unyielding bone, and the victor was swiftly decided as Rhaelyn jack-knifed forward at the waist and tumbled right over the gryphon.

"Awk!" Kira was almost as startled as the panther was, as she suddenly found the biped rolling over her. Her wings tucked tight to her back, her muscles bunched as she twisted out from beneath the male, and she launched herself away from him. Twisting back about as she got to a safe distance, she perked her ears as she spied upon the beastkin.

Rhaelyn, of course, had made no move to pursue the gryphon. Instead, he was on his knees, one hand planted against the ground and the other clutched tightly at his balls once more. His breathing was ragged, his jaw clenched and his toes curled tightly as he tried to focus through the pain.

The blow hadn't been precise - the gryphon's skull had crashed into the front of his pelvis, hard enough to crush his manhood between bone and bone. If that had been the end of it, the panther might have only been winded and mildly pained, but as Kira had pulled back she had inadvertantly jerked her beak upward into the crux of his legs. Again, it wasn't a devastating blow, but it was certainly hard enough to send agonizing spasms through his loins, and pangs of nausea through his gut.

"Oh for- again? Ser Rhaelyn, you've got to be kidding." Kira rolled her eyes in exasperation. Honestly, even when she didn't mean to hit him in those stupidly fragile organs, it seemed to happen anyway. She plopped down onto her haunches, settling comfortably as she ignored the beastkin's theatrics.

"So, lesson three. Your swordfighting techniques are neat, but they're clearly intended for fighting against other beastkin. When you're fighting a gryphon, you need to keep your guard low."

The panther coughed a few more times, swallowing back the bile that was rising in his throat. His ears were slicked flat against his head, the claws of one hand unsheathed as he dug them into the packed dirt. It took him a moment to find his voice, but he finally managed to rasp faintly. "R-... right."

Kira waited for a moment, giving the panther a chance to regain his composure. He stayed down, though, on his hand and knees, so she waited another long moment. And another. Arching a brow, she drummed her talons impatiently against the ground. "Oh come on, Ser Rhaelyn. I barely even touched you."

Rhaelyn swallowed hard, blinking away pained tears as he laborously pushed himself back to his feet. Wincing as the movements set off a new cascade of aches and pains through his nethers, he gingerly rubbed at his crotch with his free hand. "Ng... th-... that's easy for you to say, Kira. You've never been hit in the balls."

"Well I should HOPE not!" Kira chirped, her eyes wide. "But still, honestly, every time you get tapped down there, you cry and wail for hours. It's a little ridiculous."

"C-... come on, Kira, you don't know what it's like." He groaned. Planting the tip of his sword in the dirt, Rhaelyn leaned his weight onto the weapon as if it were a cane. "Hf... it's like being hit in the stomach, but worse."

"Really?" Kira sounded skeptical, but her curiousity was piqued. Besides, it seemed like the male was going to need another moment to gather his wits and regain his composure. "Tell me about it, then."

The panther wasn't certain if the question was serious or not, but he was happy to answer. At the very least, it would give him a chance to regain his bearings. He was just glad it was so easy to manipulate the hen. "W-well, uh, it's intense."

"That's it?" Kira chirped, her head cocked to one side. "How is that any different from behing stabbed? That's pretty intense, too."

Rhaelyn winced, his ears flicking forward as he muttered something impolite under his breath. Fortunately the gryphon didn't seem to hear it, but he didn't press his luck. "Ah, well, it hurts. I mean, it aches pretty horribly, and it sends sharp, uh..."

He frowned, trying to think of a way to more accurately describe the sensation to someone who lacked the organs in question. "It's like being punched in the kidney, I suppose. It aches worse than anything you can imagine, and it sends a sickening pain like a lightning bolt up into a fellow's stomach, so they feel like they're going to throw up. When it's really bad, it gets even worse - blurred vision, headaches, loss of muscle control. Sometimes it feels so bad that I think I might even die."

"Wow." Kira shrugged, looking fairly unimpressed. "I guess that's a pretty good reason to not get hit in them, then."

Rhaelyn sighed, finding his urge to argue with the hen waning. "Well, it would help if you stopped aiming for them, Kira."

Kira snorted, rising back to her feet. She figured the male had gotten more than enough time to recover at this point, especially since his attitude seemed to be returning in force. "Please, I've done it, what, twice?" 'More like twelve times,' the voice in the back of her head chirped.

"Maybe three times, tops." She conceded.

"Are you kidd-!?"

Kira cut the panther off, her wings roused as she stalked toward him again. "Besides, I'm hardly the only one! If I hadn't rescued you back there, that Quetzyl bitch would have ripped them right off! Gods, I'll bet there's a whole gang of femmes back in your Clan who are just lined up waiting for their chance to kick you in the balls!"

Rhaelyn blinked, taken aback at the gryphon's sudden shift in demeanor. On the one hand, he was incensed at the insinuation, but he was also leery of fighting the hen when she was clearly irritated. He slowly circled to one side in careful, measured steps. "Ah... well, not a whole LINE, but I suppose there might be one or two."

"Oh, only one or two?" Kira's voice dripped with sarcasm, and her lithely muscled frame rippled as she moved in counter to the panther's maneuvering.

The panther's ear twitched, his eyes narrowed slightly as he changed directions. Stepping back toward the center of the plateau, the gears churned away in the back of his head as he tried to decide on the best course of action. "Tch, fine, maybe closer to five. You know how it is with the catkin - they like to hold grudges."

Kira smirked, placing a mental bookmark on the conversation. It certainly bore further investigation, but at the moment she really wanted to hit the panther again. Her talons raked at the ashen ground, gouging deep furrows in the packed dirt. "Oh, gryphons too, but most of them play for keepsies."

Rhaelyn took another long step to the side, and again to place the one tree that graced the plateau squarely behind him. If it were a real fight, the tree might serve to protect him from flanking enemies, but against a singular opponent it just seemed to cut off his path of retreat. He pretended not to notice, though, his blade weaving lazily through the air. "Yes, well, most gryphons are also half-insane beasts."

"Oh," Kira grinned. "Civilized gryphons, too." It was only after she'd responded that she realized the panther might have been trying to goad her. One feathery brow arched, and she crept forward a pace, trying to gauge the beastkin's intentions.

The panther chuckled, despite himself - although he had half-expected the hen to hurl herself at him for the remark. He would just have to find another way to bait her into making the first move.

He decided to hedge his bets, sword clutched in one hand, but his attention deliberately focused on his ring-hand. Since he had recovered his backpack, he had gotten the chance to add to his magical arsenal, and now a half-dozen rings graced his clawed fingers.

The hen hissed softly as she spied the male's intentions - was he really going to light her on fire? Sure it was a practice match, but that seemed like overkill. Still, with his attention on his hand, she decided she wasn't going to get a better opening. Ash crunched underfoot as her hindlegs curled beneath her, and she launched herself toward the panther. Her wings flicked outward to cut through the air like feathered blades, helping her cover the distance in two great bounds!

This time, the beastkin really was prepared for it. With the click of his claws and a snap of his fingers the opaque crystal on his pinky ring sparked, echoed a split second later by a thunderous boom! A solid column of air sprung from the ground, kicking up dirt and ash in an almost perfect circle, catching the gryphon and hurtling her upward into the air.

Kira was flabbergasted - this was a new trick! Flipping head over heels, she cartwheeled backwards, her wings flapping awkwardly as she tried to catch herself against the unnatural wind. Before she could right herself, though, she crashed heavily onto her back with one wing pinned beneath her. Squawking in pain as the joints bent the wrong way, she twisted against the ground to work the pained limb out of the way.

"Dead." Rhaelyn uttered smugly, lightly tapping his blade against the fallen hen's ribs. He was standing at her side, his cloak fluttering dramatically in the artificial wind as he looked just as dashing and heroic as a limping panther could manage. Kira was impressed!

Of course, she was also annoyed, so she indulged the little voice in the back of her brain. Twisting against the ground again, she planted one wing to help roll onto her side, lashing out with a hindpaw to kick up into the male's crotch as she did so. Hard, this time.

The panther skipped back a quick step as he saw the gryphon's avenue of attack, his eyes wide. Her heavy hindpaw missed his nethers by a hair's breadth, passing so closely that he could almost feel her toes brushing the fabric. "Ah, hey!"

Onto her feet again, Kira quickly pursued, snarling fiercely as she herded him backward. Rhaelyn tried in vain to defend against the sudden rabid assault, but he didn't REALLY want to hurt her. He took a step back as her beak snapped, and another as her talons swiped through thin air. Soon, though, he had run out of room to retreat and the edge of the plateau grew far too close for comfort.

"Kira, hold on!" Rhaelyn warded off another snap of her beak, and another, each closer than before. He tried skirting to one side, but she cut him off before readying for another lunge - and he finally decided that enough was enough. As she darted forward he swung the pommel of his blade smartly into her beak, sending her reeling backward.

"Ow!" the gryphon cried out, stumbling away from the panther. "You bastard!" She moved unsteadily, her wings flicking outward as if she were having trouble balancing. "I-... I can't see! I think you blinded me!"

Eyes wide, Rhaelyn was quick to move to the hen's side. "What? Oh shit, Kira! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

The gryphon looked right at the panther, her beak set and her eyes narrowed dangerously, but it was already far too late for the male to scramble backward again. Scaled fingers balled up into a mace-like fist, and the hen's hand lashed upward and outward to crush into the beastkin's groin with deadly accuracy.

Rhaelyn was abruptly on his toes, the hen's harsh knuckles grinding up into him, and then just as quickly she had reared back to wrap her other hand around his throat. Rolling hard, both beasts tumbled sideways, and the panther's breath exploded from his body as he was slammed down flat on his back.

He wasn't about to go down for the count, though. The pain from the punch hadn't quite set in, and adrenaline fueled the beastkin's reprisal as he wrapped an arm tightly about Kira's neck. Remembering her warning about being caught beneath a gryphon, he lurched sideways and the both rolled again, pulling her over onto her side.

Tucked close, the two grappled ineffectually for a moment - the panther had lost his sword when the gryphon had flipped him, so now the best he could hope for was to pin the hen. Kira was startled by the sudden change in tactic, and for a split second she almost forgot that it wasn't a real fight. Her forelimbs curled about the panther's torso in turn, her talons gouging into his back as she tried to pull free from the awkward headlock and her wings thrashed against the ground behind her.

Rhaelyn held fast, his arms locked about the female's head as she bucked and thrashed against him. Her hindlegs kicked out blindly, striking against the male's stomach and thighs, but he tucked himself close to her body before one could inevitably find its way to his groin.

Finally, the hen settled some, panting for breath as she slumped against him. He slowly loosened his grip on her throat, panting in tandem and wincing as the sharp ache in his loins slowly cut through the waning rush of an adrenaline high. "S-... so... can we call this a tie?"

"N-... never! Gryphons d-, hf... don't settle for ties!" Kira panted, squirming against the male. She had to admit, he had turned things around faster than she expected, but at the same time a small part of her - okay, no, it was a medium part of her at the very least - really did want to hit him in the balls again. Just her luck that he had finally learned how to protect them.

She tried working her hindleg against him again but he was too close, and he'd wrapped one leg behind her hindlimbs to keep it that way. Honestly, another part of her LIKED being this close to him - maybe she could get him to sleep with her like this...? But no, she had to have priorities!

She squirmed against the male half-heartedly, taking stock of her options. She was too close to kick at the male, and she couldn't bite or scratch without seriously hurting him, so - well, a thought sprung to mind, but she wasn't certain how practical it was. Still, she didn't have much choice.

"Kira, I really thin-awk!" Rhaelyn tried to put a note of warning into his voice, but it was cut off sharply as his voice lilted upward. One ear folded flat against his skull as he tried to keep the hen still, his arms still wrapped about her neck as she bucked against him.

Eartufts perked, the gryphon grinned breathlessly as she bucked against him again, the muscles of her haunch tightening as she jerked her leg forward again. She was far too close to kick at the male, but he was apparently at just the right distance for her to jerk her knee up into him - the first blow had been uncertain, but she corrected on the fly so that her second attempt landed with a satisfying 'crunch' of impact.

Rhaelyn's eyes bulged as he felt the gryphon's limb slam up between his thighs and he bucked in turn, reflexively grinding against the hen's body as he tried to escape the vicious pressure. Sadly, given how closely the two were locked together, there wasn't much chance of escape. He tried to angle his body away, to shield his nethers with a thigh, but he could already feel the strength leeching from his muscles.

Kira was still panting for breath, but she could tell that she was suddenly on the winning side of the exchange. She could feel the male's body squirming against hers, and his arms trying to tighten about her neck, but her counter was simple - her taloned fingers curled tightly against the beastkin's tattered shirt, and her leg flexed upward to grind her knee into the feline's soft spot with unrelenting pressure.

His grip slowly went lax as he felt Kira's unyielding joint grinding and thrusting up into his increasingly scrambled eggs, and his attempt at a protest was choked off to a lilting mewl. The panther tried to leverage his position, to pull himself away, but it had truly become a hopeless effort. With every passing second the agony in his loins grew more acute, and the rocking of the gryphon's leg seemed intent on driving one of his kittenmakers - the left one - right back up into his pelvis.

Feeling the male's arms loosening, she only tightened hers to keep him close. Still, Kira couldn't help but notice that his own grinding - well, apparently she hadn't been the only one to think that their embrace was somewhat erotic. The two were far too close for her to look down and see, but she could feel a distinct bulge pressing against her stomach even as she was doing her best to emasculate the male.

She ALSO couldn't help but notice that she could actually feel his plump eggs against her leg - the scales on her hands and the pads on her toes prevented her from really getting a good feel of those fragile bits while she was tenderizing them, but the feel of his cloth-covered jewels against her thigh somehow felt far more... intimate.

She wriggled her leg some, trying to picture the exact positioning in her head. It felt like one - what would that be, his left one? No, not unless they'd been spun around. That was definitely his right one, warm against her furred skin where it was firmly trapped between her thigh and his. She rocked her leg to one side, and the male gasped in response, as the oblong organ was pressed just a little flatter along it's length.

The other was easier to find, pinned between the bone of her knee and the feline's crotch - she eased her leg upward, her toes curled as she tried to find the leverage to grind anew, and she had to stifle a giggle as the male uttered a pitched groan in response. It was harder to feel than the one trapped against her thigh, but she could certainly... "feel" it as her movements pressed the orb out of shape, the pliant flesh flattening out against the curve of her kneecap. She couldn't help but wonder just how much more it might be able to take.

Swallowing hard, Kira kept herself close for a long moment, and it was only when the panther started squirming again that she moved. Steeling herself, she drew in a deep breath and then put her all into one last buck of her body as she drove her knee between the beastkin's thighs. Leverage wasn't on her side, and the motion was still both awkward and foreign to her, but she was a quick learner.

Rhaelyn barely managed a soft squeak this time, as the gryphon's powerful leg crushed up into his nethers with unbridled force. It caught both of his plump, bruised balls this time, grinding the quivering orbs against his pelvis as his body spasmed uncontrollably. Again, she could feel that distinct bulge grinding right back against her, and that only encouraged her to press into the panther more firmly as she worked her knee back and forth as she uttered an almost orgasmic moan.

From the panther's point of view, things were far less erotic - and honestly, he could barely even make sense of what was happening. He had thought himself safe from this kind of assault, and that only made the pain that much worse. Any awkwardness on the female's part didn't seem to translate into less pain for the male.

Sure, the first knee hadn't been TOO bad. It was more surprise than pain, at first, although the grinding had certainly gotten his attention. The gryphon's legs were powerful - built for pouncing and mighty leaps that allowed her to go airborne - and although awkward, the short motion that planted her knee against his crotch had built up far more force than he thought possible.

The second knee had been worse of course, especially since Kira had obviously used the first as a probing strike. She had clearly gauged her position and leverage on the fly with an impossibly keen primal instinct, and the second knee had taken the wind from his sales. With the impact came an explosion of pure agony that cut through his right gonad and straight up into his gut like a white-hot spike.

He tried to think, but every movement of the gryphon's body sent a new pang of agony streaking through his gut. His mind was spinning, and he had lost the ability to track the passage of time - had it been a few seconds between blows? An hour? He gasped and wheezed against the hen's feathered frame, settling into her embrace as he tried to somehow regain his wits and salvage his manhood. As he felt her moving against him again, though, he desperately tried to muster up the voice to protest.

"K-... Kira!" He squeaked, although the voice he spoke in didn't seem to be his own. Surely that couldn't be his voice, could it? It was pitched and wavering like the cry of a newborn kitten, and just as quickly it was lost amidst the crunch of impact that quickly followed. Eyes crossed and watering, he finally found the presence of mind to curl his leg tightly about the hen's, but the damage had already been done.

Kira drew in another deep breath, flexing her leg against the panther's. She savored the feel of his body trembling against hers for a moment, and that soft mewling sound that she had only heard twice before. Drawing in a slow breath, she finally eased herself up, rolling the beastkin onto his back as she settled lightly atop him. She was surprised to find that her own legs were a little unsteady, and there was that soft fluttering sensation in her gut -

But she was quick to tune it out. The cringing beastkin was hurt again, and from the sounds he was making it sounded like it might be bad. Not that it was easy to tell, given how much he over-reacted every time he was hurt, but still... there was blood on her talons. She shifted him slightly, and frowned as she spied the shallow gashes she had inadvertantly cut into his back while holding him steady.

"S-... sorry, Ser Rhaelyn!" She chirped, lamely. "I'll, uh... I'll go get that bottle, and we'll have you as good as new in no time!"

She began to move away, toward the panther's pack, but she paused as she felt his hand at her side. Looking back to the panther, she was surprised to see that he had already managed to recover. Kind of.

"W-... wait," he wheezed softly. He had rolled onto his side, and he looked distinctly green around the gills, as if he might be sick at any moment. Then again, he had also managed to work himself up onto one elbow, and even as Kira watched he withdrew his hand to quickly cup his oft-abused delicates. "W-... we should... nf... we can't waste that."

Kira frowned, stepping back toward the panther. "Rhaelyn... I don't think-... are you sure that's a good idea? You're hurt."

Rhaelyn sighed softly - 'hurt' was an understatement, although he had to admit that it at least wasn't as bad as it could have been. It was kind of sad when he had to admit that NOT passing out from repeated kicks to the balls was an improvement. Swallowing back bile again, he groaned. "We need, ng... we need that for emergencies. J-... just come back over here and sit with me f-... for a minute..."

The hen blushed, but she was quick to comply. Gingerly pressing the male onto his back again with one taloned hand, she carefully settled at his side, pressing close. Beak settled across his heaving chest, she drifted her hand downward almost as an afterthought, her talons gently joining the male's hand in cupping his nethers.

He cringed at the touch of her claws, but the panther let her probe lightly over his crotch. Scaled fingers brushed about the soft fabric as she outlined his obviously swollen sac, then a little higher as she traced one talon along the distinctive bulge of his half-hard manhood. Her fingers crooked, she prised his belt open and tucked her hand into the beastkin's pants to cradle his oft-abused organs more directly.

"W-... well at least you, uh... at least it doesn't FEEL like anything's been rup-cherred...?"

The panther just groaned softly, his hands quickly folding back over the gryphon's hand to keep it snugly against his aching kittenmakers. "Kira..."

She perked uncertainly, "Yes, Ser Rhaelyn?"

"C-... could you just, nf... shut up?"

Kira giggled softly, tucking herself close to the feline's side as she bobbed her head in agreement. Tucking her beak against his chin, she blushed again as a bass rumble worked up deep in her chest.

And it only redoubled in intensity as she heard the panther's breathing even out, and his own purr welled up to join hers. He certainly could have lived without the abuse, but this... THIS part was nice.

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"By the queen, what are they DOING down there?" Quetzyl hissed, from her perch atop a distant cliff. Jarol was with her, a big brooding shadow, but he seemed at a loss as well.

"Rrr... dunno?" He shrugged, hanging back as he spied upon the beast and beastkin with his packmate.

The two had been stalking their prey for half the day, ever since they had cut Kerrik loose - Jarol hadn't been happy about it, but Quetzyl had insisted. Kerrik might have survived long enough to limp back to the nearest Shardclaw encampment, but there was no certainty of that. There were strange creatures that lurked in the blighted wastes, many of them far more dangerous than a single maimed drake.

Quetzyl quirked her brow as she squinted, her bird-like eyes refocusing to focus on the beastkin as he fenced with the hen that she hated. As the two tumbled and fell, she cocked her head, her jagged jaw gaped. "Are... are they having sex?"

Jarol grunted, watching for a second or two, before he shrugged again. "Dunno. If they are, then they're doin' it wrong."

The serpent-gryphon watched for a moment longer as the two - her prey and her enemy both - rolled and squirmed against eachother. It didn't LOOK like sex, but there was... something to it. Something about the way they were playing with eachother that, well, it set her blood to boiling.

"Should we kill them?" Jarol grunted, his massive bulk moving to the edge of the cliff. Honestly, the drake wanted nothing more than for this hunt to be over.

"N-... no." Quetzyl hissed, her forked tongue licking lightly along one edge of her beak. "Not yet. But sssoon."

"Why?" The drake grunted again, a faint snarl to his voice. He wasn't happy about the way the female was handling things, but he wasn't suicidal enough to challenge her for command. He was strong, but he knew well that she was stronger. Besides, he knew just as well as she did that the Queen would slaughter them both if they failed to retrieve the beastkin.

Quetzly hissed softly, her snake-like tail swaying behind her as she peered back toward the larger drake. She gave him an unsettling, jagged smile. There was nothing soft behind it, and from her slit-pupiled gaze the drake knew that she could tell what he was thinking. She just didn't seem to care.

"Becaussse I want you to mount me. Now."

The drake was taken aback, by that. It wasn't that he was balking at the thought of cozying up to a hen like Quetzyl - she was attractive and lethal, both admirable traits in a potential mate - but the timing seemed... odd.

"What?" He grunted, eyes narrowed some.

Quetzyl sneered, turning to place her back toward the drake, her tail raised in a fairly unsubtle display. "If Kerrik were here, I would have him take me, but sssince he iss uselesss now you will have to do."

Jarol gaped his beak, but no words came to mind. Clacking his beak shut again, he simply uttered another gutteral grunt, and strode forward to do as the hen had commanded of him. It was just as well that he should enjoy himself for an eve, at least, before this increasingly unstable hen got them both killed.

And Quetzyl sighed happily as she felt the drake press up against her, filling her. Her talons gouged into the rock as she braced herself, and her eyes closed to slits - but she kept them open just enough to watch Kira and Rhaelyn. There was just... something about them.

She would kill them later, but for now she would just watch. And enjoy.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Been dragging my feet on it for a while, but I finally got around to putting up A Gryphon's Tail, Part 5. It's long, though, so I've held off on posting it here.

You can see it here: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/
Or here: https://sagadc.sofurry.com/

You need to have your account set to view adult/mature works, or else they won't show up. If anyone would rather, I can post it here, just didn't want to clutter up the board. :)


Thank you for posting, SagaDC.

Part 5 is well worth the wait, and I’m looking forward to part 6.

[poiu]

EXCELLENT stuff, Saga – very glad to see a new installment of Kira and Rhaelyn's adventures. I do so enjoy them together...especially when it ends with Rhaelyn's mewling :P

I'm curious to see how things develop! Given the ending bit with Quetzyl, it seems like saving the potion may have been a very wise move. (Thanks for the continued shout-out, by the way – it's awesome to think of our stories taking place in the same larger universe. Maybe we can work in everyone's major series that way? Perhaps "The Princess And Her Pets" actually takes place in a peninsula to the west? Hmm...)

A few random finds on FA:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10047437/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5216342/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10725018/ (nothing explicit, but read the artist's description)

[SagaDC]

Thank you for posting, SagaDC.

Part 5 is well worth the wait, and I’m looking forward to part 6.

I'm glad you liked it, Alec. I'll admit that I was worried it might be too "talky", but I think I hit a good middle ground between character development and action. I ended up trimming out a few paragraphs (about 10kb) worth of dialogue, but I'll probably end up using it further down the line.


I'm curious to see how things develop! Given the ending bit with Quetzyl, it seems like saving the potion may have been a very wise move.

Ha, well, it seemed a prudent move on his part. I've got some vague ideas of what comes next, and I think it's fair to assume that the potion will play an important role sooner or later.


Thanks for the continued shout-out, by the way – it's awesome to think of our stories taking place in the same larger universe. Maybe we can work in everyone's major series that way?

Well, I'd hate to step on anyone's toes. I'll admit that I may have gotten a little carried away with it, but it seemed only fair given how Poui's saga inspired me to work on this one. That aside, I /do/ have some vague plans to eventually introduce a dragon character somewhere along the line, so it made sense to start laying the groundwork for how dragons work. :)

[SagaDC]

And, hot on the heels of the last story, there's this one. I've been sitting on this unrelated tale for a while now, but finishing up the fifth chapter of A Gryphon's Tail gave me the momentum to polish this one up as well.

Elin is a character I created for Poui's Underground League flash game (now sadly defunct), and I've always wanted to write something with her in it. She's a wannabe adventurer who, theoretically, makes up for her inexperience with energy, enthusiasm, and a healthy dose of dirty fighting. Or at least she WILL be, eventually. Just, y'know, not yet since this story takes place before her adventuring days.

As an aside, this is the closest I'll ever come to actually inserting my own character (Saga) into any of my publicized stories. I should also mention that this story exists primarily as an exercise in writing dialogue. But hey, ballbusting, so there's that. :P



Elin flopped onto her bed melodramatically, sprawling across the rumpled covers as she buried her muzzle into one of her pillows. The lynx was tired - she had been working the tables all day long - but she wasn't quite tired enough to just go straight to sleep. Still, it was important to let her sisters know just how hard she had been working.
"Aw, you poor kitten," her eldest sister cooed sarcastically from the bed opposite Elin's. Tia was four years older than the lynx, and she wasn't even the same species. Distinctly feline, Tia was instead a lanky Siamese.
"Working soooo hard," Mia sneered, peering from the bunk above Tia's. She was Tia's twin, almost identical but for her whiskers. Where Tia's whiskers were a glossy black, Mia's were a distinct white. It was remarkable how many people missed that simple detail, and the two felines often used it to their advantage.
"Shut up, Mia!" Elin's words were immediately followed by a hurled pillow. The lynx was one of the few who had no problem telling the two apart. The pillow missed completely, of course, but it had the desired effect of driving her back up to her perch.
Tia grinned up at her twin from the lower bunk, plucking Elin's errant pillow off the ground and lobbing it back to the lynx. "Well honestly, what do you expect? The two of us worked six clients-"
"Well, five." Mia interjected, stretching out on her bed to adopt a languid pose. "The last one wanted both of us at once."
"The two of us worked five clients," Tia continued, as if she hadn't been interrupted. "And what did you do? You cleaned some tables and mopped up the bathrooms. If anyone should be complaining about their workload, it should be us."
Elin huffed, squirming into a seated position as she deftly intercepted her pillow. She tossed it back onto her bed, then scooted down to the footboard so she could lean over and skim the contents of the adjacent bookshelf. "And I worked with Lena! She's teaching me how to tend bar!"
"Soooo hard," Mia laughed, yelping as Elin's pillow whomped her in the face this time.
Tia laughed, ignoring her twin's brooding stare as she instead kept her eye fixed on her youngest sibling. Elin was, in many ways, the stark opposite of her elder sisters. Mia and Tia were tall and thin, curved in all the right places but only modestly so. Elin was shorter and stockier, and she had oft been teased for being the runt of the litter, but over the past year or two her figure had filled out dramatically.
"What Mia is trying to say, is-" Tia paused, intercepting another of Elin's pillows. She kept it this time, since she knew that the lynx was now completely out of ammunition. Well, unless she decided to start throwing books instead. "What Mia is trying to say is that you could be making a lot more gold, if you'd stop waiting tables and start working the clients."
Elin frowned, glancing down at her body a tad self-consciously. "Please, not this again. Mom might be alright with you two whoring yourselves out around the Cat House, but I really don't think you're going to find anyone who's willing to pay- ow!"
Her eldest sister had slipped over to Elin's bedside, to tug sharply on the lynx's oversized eartips. "Hush, you're lovely! And you have a figure to die for, if you'd just be willing to use it every once in a while. I can think of at least three of our regulars who would love to book some time with you, and there might be others too - if you'd just dress in something a little slinkier."
The lynx swatted at the other feline's paws until her ears were free, and then swatted at them all over again as Tia tugged at her apron instead. "There's nothing wrong with the way I dress!"
Mia snorted, peering down from her bunk again as she rested her head atop folded arms. "You dress like a waiter."
"I AM a waiter!" Elin retorted, sticking her pink little tongue out at the younger of the two Siamese.
Tia grinned, reaching down to snag Elin's tongue, but the lynx swiftly retreated it back into her muzzle. "And a janitor. And now a bartender, too? At the most popular brothel in Mara'kach." She tugged at the edge of Elin's sleeve, now, but withdrew her paw as the lynx started swatting again.
"I'm just saying," the Siamese continued. "You could be making a LOT more gold. I mean, you wouldn't even need to work with clients if you didn't want to, but I'm sure you'd be getting better tips if you'd just lose the apron. Maybe wear a skirt, instead of long pants. Get something with a lower-cut collar."
"Oooh," the younger Siamese chimed in. "Or just keep the apron, and lose all the other clothes!"
Elin blushed hard, her arms folded over her chest at even the THOUGHT of all those ruffians and alleycats staring at her body. "No way!" And she huffed harder as both her sisters started giggling, her oversized ears twitching forward as she grumbled. "And I tried wearing a skirt, but guys kept pinching my butt!"
Mia rolled her eyes halfway about, flopping onto the edge of the lynx's bed. "Well, duh? That's kind of the point? And then you're supposed to smile at them, and maybe giggle, and then they leave an extra stack of gold and silver coins on the table."
Elin grumbled again, her arms still securely folded about her person even as Tia draped herself over the lynx's shoulders. "No thank you. Getting pinched HURTS, and besides-" She looked a bit misty-eyed as she gazed off into the middle distance. Or maybe the wall. Yes, she was definitely gazing dreamily at the wall. "I'm not going to be a waitress forever."
Mia groaned, her arms draping limply off the side of her bed as she let her tongue hang out. "Oh come on, not THIS again."
Tia looked a little more sympathetic, but it was clear that she was no more convinced than her twin was. "Of course, you still plan on becoming an adventurer. Just like your hero, ah- what was his name? Sega?"
The lynx scowled, shooting the younger of the two twins another dirty look. "It's Saga, and you KNOW his name! I've caught both of you reading my books whenever you think I'm not around!"
The elder Siamese chuckled, unfurling her arm from about her younger sibling before she padded lightly about the bed. Dropping down into a crouch, she ran the tip of a finger lightly along the spine of each worn book in turn. Collectively known as the Saga Saga, an absurdly redundant title, each book sported a title that was somehow more pretentious than the last.
Saga versus the Pyrocasters, Against the Hordes of the Bitch Queen, Saga and the Splendiferous Five - oh, and Tia's personal favorite, Saga and the Waste Lord's Harem. "Well, yes, but only out of morbid curiousity."
Mia stuck her tongue out again, her ears swiveling like radar dishes as she chastised her sibling. "And you DO know that none of those stories are true, right? Saga is just a writer - and a bad one, at that."
Elin frowned, her back straightened some as she watched Tia - she could see the way her sister was eying the installment about the Waste Lord's harem. Now she knew who it was that had folded the corners on all of the raunchiest pages. "They're not, and he's not! He told me so!"
Tia clucked her tongue, although she didn't look up from the bookshelf. "Sweetie, he says a lot of things. Especially to cute young girls who work in the- ooh, this is a new one! Saga and the Crimson Corsairs of Dread Island. Spicy!"
Elin lunged over her bed, plucking the book from Tia's grip. "Hey, paws off! I haven't finished reading that one yet!"
Tia laughed, but it was Mia who spoke up first. "Oh, does it have another queen? Maybe a pirate queen? A bitter rival at first, but then when Saga lies bloodied and beaten, he snarls with defiance and she feels a flutter in her heart?"
"And oh, she swoons." Tia giggled, the back of one hand set to her forehead. "What was this feeling in her heart, the heart that she thought could feel no more? The alleycat's eyes met her own, and her lips quivered with unabated lust."
Mia grinned, sitting up now as she joined back in. "She had to have him, and he her. Their two bodies intertwined, and for a moment they were one. Saga knew that his comrades needed him, but for that one moment they seemed like a distant aftertho-"
"Spoilers!" Elin huffed, fishing about for another pillow. But no, she had already thrown them all. "And you two HAVE read it! I only bought it two days ago, so when in the world did you even have the time!?"
Tia chuckled, looking back to the shelf again. She had read them all, even the spin-offs about the less pretentious supporting characters, but it was always fun to tease her sister. "Between clients. Honestly, Elin, it's like five minutes of work and then an hour while they sleep it off."
"Ugh," the lynx grunted again. "No thanks. Not since-"
"Why is it always a queen, anyway?" Mia interrupted. She was hovering at the side of Elin's bed, and she had somehow swiped the book right out of the lynx's paws without her noticing it. "And not just a queen, but a Queen with a capital Q. I mean honestly, the Gryphon Queen, the Dragon Queen, the Bitch Queen - are we really supposed to believe there are all these queens out there, tripping over eachother to sleep with one alleycat?"
Elin snatched at the book, engaging in a brief tug-of-war before the taller feline relented. The lynx stumbled backward, tripping back onto her bed where she promptly got tangled in the covers - but at least she had gotten her book back. "Shut up! It's because he's a hero!"
Mia snorted again, "Right. A pervert of heroic proportions."
"Here's what I don't get," Tia mused as she plucked another book off of the shelf. "Saga claims to be the world's greatest thief and an accomplished swordsman, but every time he ends up fighting against a female it's the same thing all over again-"
"Right," Mia agreed. "They always end up sleeping together, no matter how ridiculous that-"
Tia shook her head, absently flipping the book open and quickly flipping from page to page. "No, not that. Before that part. Saga will defeat a dozen men in combat, but the second he fights a female character they always manage to get right past his defenses and-"
"Oh," Mia giggled. "Right. That."
Elin frowned again, as she looked back and forth between the two. "That? What that?"
Tia cleared her throat, the fingers of one paw steepled daintily against her chest as she held the book open in the other. "Ahem. Saga hissed with agony as the assassin, Katsumi, struck home with the toe of her boot. How had she slipped past his guard so swiftly? For the second, it hardly seemed to matter, and it took everything the alleycat had not to instantly drop to his knees."
Mia joined her twin at the shelf, plucking another book up at random. She flipped, and within seconds she spoke up as well. "Saga yowled with pain, as he was struck from behind! While he had been dispatching the last of the Bitch Queen's guards, the vile temptress had snuck about him, and now when his guard was lowered she struck like the viper that she was. Her boot, and a steel-toed one at that, completely decimated his nethers as the force of the blow lifted him right off of his feet."
Tia grinned, and was already prepared with another book. "He grappled with the dragoness as his allies looked on, and for a second it seemed that he might win, but the supple wyrm would not allow that. Her spine rippled, her scaled cleavage bouncing as she sought to distract the hero, and in the scant second that his mind wandered she lifted her knee."
Mia wasn't even opening the books anymore, instead tapping the spines with her fingertip as she relied on her memory. "The Dark Lords of Full Moon Mountain, he kills the Wolfwere Queen's strongest bodyguard before she spends three pages stomping on his balls. In this one, he gets racked by the Bitch Queen's bounty huntress in five different chapters, and in this one he's only defeated by the Demon-Empress of the Wastes because she manages to squeeze him into submission with her tail!"
Tia started counting off on her fingers as she skimmed the titles with her twin. "Seven times in this one, only twice in this one, and gods - I can't even remember how many times in this one about the wolves of Amazonia. Twenty? Maybe thirty?"
Elin frowned a bit, but it was a hard point to refute. It was true, and she had wondered about that on more than one occasion, but she had certainly never worked up the nerve to actually ask the alleycat on any of his infrequent visits to the Cat House.
"Well," she ventured. "Obviously he's just trying to make it clear that he has weaknesses. It's no fun to read about a character who never fails. You can't identify with them. It's, uh, like his Achilles heel."
Tia snorted, easing one of the books back into it's proper place on the shelf. "Sweetie, I think his weak spot is a little higher than his heel."
"And it's not just limited to Saga," Mia mused. "It's a wonder that his whole supporting cast hasn't been *********. Gods know that the wizard Ray-Lynn has come close on more than one occasion, and Grunt the Barbarian actually retired after that thing with the Dragon Queen."
"Ew, yeah." Elin admitted, she probably could have lived without that part of the story. She had really liked the barbarian character, too, although he was a distant second to her heart-throb hero. "Well, uh, maybe he just includes all that stuff because Veri asks him to."
Tia arched her brows, wagging a finger lightly. "Oh, yeah, now that I could believe."
Mia quickly agreed, grinning a bit smugly as she traipsed back over to her own bed. "Definitely. She's the BEST when it comes to mangling a guy's manhood. I'd bet gold on her parts being the only thing in the books that might be even remotely true."
Elin laughed softly, but she bobbed her head in agreement. It was true, the surly canine bouncer had shown on more than one occasion that she knew how to handle disruptive guests. And hey, the mere fact that she was a close friend with the Alleycat himself added a note of legitimacy to each and every one of his stories!
"Ooh, do you think it's true that they actually slept together?" Mia purred, her voice lowered conspiratorially as she leaned forward on the edge of her bed. Veridia had ears like a hawk, and even though they all knew that she was currently on duty at the far end of the building, it still felt right to keep her voice down.
"Ha!" Tia laughed, wiping a mirthful tear from the corner of one slanted eye. "In his dreams, maybe!"
Elin arched her brows, her ears slanted forward as she protested. "They have! Veri told me so herself!"
Both of the twins stopped and stared, and it was Mia that spoke up first. "Really? She seriously told you that?"
Elin nodded smugly, a faint purr creeping into her voice as she did so. "And she says he's great in bed, too! So, you know, there's that." The lynx bit her lower lip, softly, the slightest pang of jealousy cutting through her. She loved Veridia, but...
"No way," Mia scoffed, sashaying back over to her own bed as well. "He's, like, half her size! I'm sure she was just being polite."
"Well, yes." Tia smiled, echoing her twin's statement. "I find it difficult to believe that he would have the proper leverage for it. I think he would work better with a smaller female, perhaps someone Elin's size..."
Mia brightened, and her own grin twisted a bit as she fixed an eye on the lynx. "Yes, they ARE about the same size, aren't they! I mean, Elin is a little taller than he is, but you just KNOW he'd love to get his paws on a gal with curves like that."
Elin blushed even harder, her eartips burning a bright crimson beneath her fur. "Shut up!"
And a pause, before she peeked sidelong toward her sisters. "...really?"
"Well..." Tia grinned.
"No, shut up!" Elin blushed again, rolling onto her bed and pulling the covers over her head in one smooth motion. It was the ostrich defense, but she could only hope that her sisters would tire of teasing her if they couldn't see her blush.
Mia laughed, her ears slicked forward as she stretched out languidly on the top bunk. "Well, it's not like he'd sleep with her, anyway..."
Elin peeked out from beneath her cloth cocoon, and tried to do her best to keep a note of disappointment from her voice. "Why not?"
Her sister smirked, arms folded behind her head as she casually studied the ceiling. "Yeah, he'd probably just want you to kick him between the uprights."
"Oh," Tia echoed, her own ears perked thoughtfully. "Yes. That would make sense."
The lynx furrowed her brow, her oversized ears skewed outward as she eyed the twins. She knew they were still teasing her, but it seemed like an odd route to take. "Uh, really? Like, a guy would actually WANT that?"
"Sure!" Mia perked, peeking down from her bed with the widest cheshire grin she could manage. "More often than you'd think, even!"
Elin pursed her lips, her head cocked a bit to one side in consternation. "But... doesn't that hurt?"
Tia chuckled, sitting lightly on the edge of her younger sibling's bed. "Oh, of course it does. Quite a bit, from what I understand. But there's, well, the bad kind of pain and then there's the good kind of pain."
"Good pain?" Elin made no effort to hide her skepticism, although she was hesitant to actually press her sister for details. Gods knew that the last thing she wanted was a crash-course in kinks and fetishes.
"Ooooh," Mia crooned, her eyes rolling as she reached down to slap her paw against the curve of her own hip. "Like a good, hard spanking. Mmn..."
"Ew, you can't be-" Elin looked to Tia, and the question died on her lips.
"Well," the elder Siamese purred, the slightest tinge of a blush on her own eartips. "Everyone has different, ah... tastes. Mia is just a little less, well... subtle about hers."
Mia snickered, her brows arched as she tried to look at least vaguely innocent. It didn't work. "Don't let Tia fool you. We're twins, so she has the same tastes I do. It's totally genetic."
The elder Siamese scowled, pointing one clawed finger at her twin. "That's NOT how genetics work."
"Ugh, whatever." Elin stuck her tongue out, her head shaking vigorously for a few seconds. "I still don't get it. Besides-" she bit her lower lip, her ears slanted forward as she pondered. "A guy NEEDS those parts, right? I wouldn't want to, um... damage anything..."
Mia smirked, draping halfway off of her bed to peer at the younger lynx. "Ah-hah! So now the truth comes out. It sounds like SOMEone is aiming to have a certain alleycat's kittens..."
"Mia!" Elin huffed, trying her utmost to look scandalized.
"Oh, honey." Tia looked apologetic, reaching over to stroke the embarassed feline's ears. "Sweetie, no. If those books are any indication, then Saga's not going to be having kittens with ANYone..."
Mia licked over her lips, looking more than a little smug. "No great loss there. Long as he can still perform in the sack, shooting blanks is just a bonus!"
The lynx groaned, her ears skewed as she looked appropriately cross. "Come on, there's... I dunno, there's magic and stuff for that kind of thing! And, uh..."
Tia chuckled again, absently plucking the Crimson Corsairs novella back up in one paw. "Mm, well, if you can believe the books, then a swift kick is the ultimate in birth control."
"And foreplay!" Mia chimed in, still grinning broadly.
"And foreplay." Tia nodded, politely agreeing with her sister. "If he's into that."
Elin frowned, first eying Tia and then Mia. "And... if he's not?"
"Oh," Tia paused, as if she hadn't considered that. "Well, then he probably won't be sleeping with you, after."
Mia smirked, pulling herself back up onto her bed before stretching out on her stomach. She laced her forearms beneath her chin, musing aloud. "Course, if you do it right he won't be sleeping with ANYone for a while. So yeah, it's still a pretty good form of birth control."
"Oh come on," Elin scoffed. "It can't be THAT bad."
Tia giggled politely, but she didn't say anything.
Elin hesitated, eying the Siamese for a second before she looked to the younger twin for confirmation. "...can it?"
"Well..." Mia grinned again, her head cocked to one side. "Let me put it this way. You remember Kavah?"
The lynx furrowed her brow, her tail crooking behind her into a vague semblance of a question mark. "What, that scrawny fox-kin that used to work in the kitchen?"
"Yeah," the Siamese confirmed, cheerfully. "That one. I kicked him once, like a year ago, after I found out he was cheating on me. Kicked him so hard that I swear, he lifted right up off the ground. He was howling and whimpering for hours."
"Heck," she licked her lips, purring smugly. "I just saw him last week. He still walks with a limp."
Elin blinked, her ears slicked back. "I, uh... wow. From one kick?"
"Actually, I kicked him too." Tia interjected.
The other two felines blinked in unison, before piping up simultaneously. "You did!?"
Tia had the good grace to look embarassed, her gaze averted as she offered up the slightest smile. "Well, he was cheating on me, too. Ah... with Mia, apparently."
"Oh, that bastard." Mia was sitting up now, her ears slicked back as she looked genuinely angry.
Tia laughed, blushing ever so slightly as she glanced toward her twin, then back to her younger half-sister. "I, ah, actually wish I had known that before. I mean, I knew he was sleeping with that snake girl who passed through town with the carnival during the last summer festival, but..."
"I remember her!" Elin perked, her ears bolt upright. "She had that act where she hypnotized the mice, and- um... nevermind."
Mia scowled, "That scaly slut!"
The elder Siamese smiled demurely, her eyes rolled upward as she murmured. "Yes, well, Veridia was happy to show me how to, ah, teach him a lesson."
"Of course." Elin rolled her eyes. Veridia was a friend, but there was no denying her Amazonian heritage.
"Aw," Mia grumbled. "I wish I'd thought to ask her for tips. I probably could've, like, kicked Kavah twice as hard."
Tia smirked, and for a second she looked almost as evil as her younger twin. "Yes, well, then there wouldn't have been anything left for ME to kick."
"So dish!" Mia grinned, her irritation forgotten in an instant. "What happened?"
The elder Siamese paused delicately, her hands set to her thighs as she gave it a moment's thought. "Well, I confronted him, and he tried to plead innocence. Then I slapped him across the face."
"You SLAPPED him?" Mia scowled, her tail flicking back and forth behind her like an agitated serpent. "You said you KICKED him!"
Tia gestured dismissively, waving off her sibling's annoyance. "Yes, well, I did that too. Veri told me that it would distract him, and make him raise his guard. Then the second his hands were busy defending his face, I kneed him in the testicles as hard as I could."
Mia grinned wide, mirthfully displaying as many sharp teeth as she could. "Oh, that's perfect! Then what'd he do?"
"Oh, well..." Tia set one finger to her muzzle, thinking back. "Much the way you would expect him to, I suppose. He went up onto his toes, uttered a high-pitched whine, and collapsed on the ground clutching himself.
She wrinkled her nose, whiskers twitching distastefully. "Then he threw up. It was actually pretty gross."
"Eww..." Elin wrinkled her nose as well, matching her eldest sibling's expression. "Yuck. They never do that in the books."
Mia giggled gleefully, sitting up on the edge of her bed with her legs dangling freely. "Oh man, that's how you know you got him GOOD." She sighed, looking vaguely whistful. "I just wish I had been there to see it, though. It sounds great."
Tia blushed, her ears twitching back just slightly. "Yes, well, there really wasn't much to see after that. He just stayed huddled on the ground, rolling back and forth while making these high-pitched whimpering sounds. I think he was crying."
The younger Siamese rubbed her jaw, her legs kicking back and forth lazily. "Huh, he didn't cry when I kicked him. He actually wouldn't shut up. Just kept whining and moaning about how I'd kicked him in the nuts."
She grinned, her ears perked as she lilted her voice and tried to emulate his voice from memory. "Oh, Mia! My nuts! I can't believe you kicked me in the nuts! Oh gods, it hurts!" She snickered, her ears folding forward as she looked smug all over again. "Such a puppy. He's just lucky I wasn't wearing those boots that mom got me during the last Winter Festival."
"Oh, the ones with the wooden heels? Those are cute!" Elin gushed.
Mia smirked, swinging her leg at the knee in a more pointed motion. "Yeah, the lace-ups. I could probably do a lot of damage with those."
Tia giggled politely, but she shook her head. "Well, yes, but it's probably for the best that you didn't. As it is, I'm fairly certain that my knee actually DID cause some damage. I actually felt rather bad about that, but at least I know now that he was... pre-tenderized."
She pursed her lips, whiskers twitching as she mused aloud. "In retrospect, it certainly explains why he had a limp. I had just assumed that he had pulled something sleeping with the snake beastkin."
"Or that he'd gotten some kind'a snake disease," Mia snorted.
"Or, ah, yes. That." Tia made another distasteful expression, her ears slicked back at the thought.
"Well," Elin murmured softly, feeling genuinely sorry for the fox. "I hear they make potions for that, too."
Mia completely missed the sympathy, her ears ears twitched forward as she huffed. "Man, now I totally want to kick him again! I haven't gotten to bust a guy's balls in ages!"
Tia flicked an ear sideways, a brow arched as she looked to her twin. "Well, what about that nice tiger who's been seeing you every other week?"
"Naw," the younger Siamese sighed. "He cancelled. Said I was too mean, or whatever. Pussy."
Elin frowned, leaning back against her bed as she let the covers pool about her legs. "Well, um, it kind of sounds like he might have had a good reason."
Tia sighed as well, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, Mia, I told you that was going to happen if you kept ignoring the safe words. We have those for a reason."
The younger Siamese rolled her eyes, jaw cocked. "What. Ever. Anyways, it's beside the point. I haven't gotten to kick a guy in, like, forever!"
"Well, what about that mouse-kin that tried to-"
Mia scowled, shaking her head violently. "That was WEEKS ago! And I barely touched him! Veri did most of the work."
"Er," the lynx hesitated again, her ears drooping. "Wait, was that the guy they had to rush to the healer? I thought he fell down the stairs or something."
"Pff, yeah." The Siamese smirked again, shaking her head in bemusement. "Maybe AFTER Veri beat the snot out of him when I caught his hand in the till."
Elin blinked, her ears twitched back. "Oh, uh, I see."
Tia sighed, a hand set to her hip as she eyed her twin. "Mia, you're incorrigable. Honestly, sometimes I think you might not be happy until you've actually neutered some poor beastkin."
Mia grinned broadly, showing two dozen sharp teeth, but she said nothing.
The elder Siamese arched a brow, slipping off of Elin's bed and rising back to her feet. "Well, if you'll promise not to actually neuter him, I suppose we could go visit Kavah in the marketplace tomorrow..."
"Oh, Tia-" Mia leaned down, licking her sister right between the eyes. "I could kiss you!"
Tia laughed, demurely smoothing the fur at her forehead with a swipe of her paw. "Not unless there's a paying client, please. I don't need those kinds of rumors circulating."
The younger Siamese snickered again, pulling herself back up onto her bed before flicking a glance over toward the lynx. "Hey, Ellie, you want to come along? You could probably use the practice for the next time your lover comes into town."
Elin rolled her eyes, sliding out of bed. "Ugh, no thanks. Tomorrow's my day off, and I want to finish reading my story before the two of you ruin it any more than you already have." She snatched her book back out of Tia's paws and, with that done, she promptly returned to bed.
"And he's not my lover! He's just..." she paused, then finished lamely. "A writer that I, uh, like a lot."
"Riiiight." Mia giggled, her tailtip flicking back and forth behind her. "Well, if you want to see what HE likes a lot, then you'll want to check out pages forty-two, one-fifty-eight, and two-oh-five."
Tia smoothed out her whiskers, blushing delicately as she tried to stifle a soft purr. "Ah, and... page sixty-nine."
Elin sighed, the novel hanging limply in her paw. "Uh, yeah. That's great. Thanks."
...she really needed to talk to her mother about getting her own room.

[SagaDC]

Hrm, realized after the fact that the paragraph breaks didn't take properly. It won't let me go back and re-edit it, though. Hopefully it's still decipherable. :P

[Jayfeathers stick]

Hrm, realized after the fact that the paragraph breaks didn't take properly. It won't let me go back and re-edit it, though. Hopefully it's still decipherable. :P

I found it disipherable and it was great

[ballmasher]

I don't think anyone will know where this came from but its worth a shot. Awhile back I found this comic where the Big Bad Wolf ****** a bj outta Red and later in the end gets a kick to his fuzzy nards.

Here is the link to where I just recently saw a pic from the comic and was hoping someone might know the rest. :jumpsmile

http://xhamster.com/photos/view/1749021-28800478.html

[FANFAN2008]

I don't think anyone will know where this came from but its worth a shot. Awhile back I found this comic where the Big Bad Wolf ****** a bj outta Red and later in the end gets a kick to his fuzzy nards.

Here is the link to where I just recently saw a pic from the comic and was hoping someone might know the rest. :jumpsmile

http://xhamster.com/photos/view/1749021-28800478.html

http://www.megahq.info/galeria/red.php

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

And, hot on the heels of the last story, there's this one. I've been sitting on this unrelated tale for a while now, but finishing up the fifth chapter of A Gryphon's Tail gave me the momentum to polish this one up as well.

Elin is a character I created for Poui's Underground League flash game (now sadly defunct), and I've always wanted to write something with her in it. She's a wannabe adventurer who, theoretically, makes up for her inexperience with energy, enthusiasm, and a healthy dose of dirty fighting. Or at least she WILL be, eventually. Just, y'know, not yet since this story takes place before her adventuring days.

As an aside, this is the closest I'll ever come to actually inserting my own character (Saga) into any of my publicized stories. I should also mention that this story exists primarily as an exercise in writing dialogue. But hey, ballbusting, so there's that. :P


Thank you for a most excellent story, SagaDC.

Will you be writing a continuation?

[jabby]

More excellent stories saga! Hope both of them continue!

[SagaDC]

Glad to hear you like it, Jay and Jabby. I'll admit it was a nice change of pace from what I normally write.


Thank you for a most excellent story, SagaDC.

Will you be writing a continuation?

I'm not sure if I'll be doing a direct follow-up to this one, but the characters will certainly appear again. This story certainly takes place in the same universe that Rhaelyn and Kira exist in, so there's certain to be an inevitable crossing of paths between characters.

Of course, I'll admit that it's tempting to write something brief about the Twins and Kavah. :)

[jabby]

Of course, I'll admit that it's tempting to write something brief about the Twins and Kavah. :)

Yes please :) Love the twins. Plus your story on Poiu's forum with the two bunnies is one of the best ever. You really nailed the double-team effort :P

[beaktooth]

Wow look what I just found:

http://e621.net/post/show/340854
http://e621.net/post/show/340856/

[SagaDC]

Goodness, I guess I've been in a writing mood lately. I've actually finished AGT part 6 well ahead of schedule, and after giving it the twice-over I've decided that I'm actually happy with it. Granted, this part is shorter than part 4 or 5, but it's also longer than the first three. I think it hits a nice middle-ground in length and content.

This chapter also marks my first serious effort at expanding the Gryphon's Tail universe, setting the seeds for many future stories to come. Honestly, I already have ideas for the next major story arc, but I have to finish this one first! Hopefully it doesn't get old before then.

As always, I'm happy to hear comments and critiques. I've only been doing this for a few months, and I'm well aware that I can stand to improve in many areas. Regardless, though, I hope you enjoy it. :)


A Gryphon's Tail, Part VI

Of Things Long Past...

The night passed quietly and uneventfully, but neither of the travelers got much sleep. Kira napped, briefly, happily cuddled up to her beastkin companion - but she awoke twice an hour, like clockwork, to scan the horizon for signs of danger. It wasn't that she didn't trust the panther's invisible magic, but... well... it was invisible magic. How could she trust something she couldn't see?

Still, her caution seemed unwarranted. A dozen times she stirred, and a dozen times her perimeter check came up with nothing. No sign of gryphons, beastkin, or even the elemental creatures that roamed the Peaks. She tried to temper her hopefulness, but she couldn't help wondering if the hunters had already given up the chase.

As for Rhaelyn, his restlessness stemmed from other sources. There were the inevitable aches and pains, of course - over the past few days he had been beaten, bludgeoned, crushed and mangled with alarming regularity. Even with the assistance of the potion he had been carefully rationing, he was... well, to say 'sore' would be an understatement.

To make matters worse, the hen at his side seemed intent on... complicating things. It was cold out, so he certainly had no complaints about the warmth of her body or the softness of her fur. Rather, it was her guilty insistence on 'helping' him forget his pain that was the source of the real problem.

Early in the evening she had been heavily implying that he might benefit from the same manner of oral first aid that she had provided in the past - and Rhaelyn had to admit that there was certainly some appeal to the offer. Of course, that was easier said than done, given the state of his genitals. Even the thought of getting an erection was enough to make the beastkin dizzy, and there were sincere doubts to Kira's ability to perform smoothly enough so as to not cause more pain than pleasure.

Oh, she had tried of course, but even the lightest fondling with her clumsy talons had been met with dizzying waves of pain when she inevitably bumped or brushed over the unfortunate male's swollen sac. After trying and failing for the better part of an hour, Kira had finally grudgingly admitted that they might be better off cuddling.

But that was, what, six hours ago? Eight? Ten? Rhaelyn was having a hard time keeping track of time, since Kira had still insisted on keeping one hand tucked down the front of his pants. It was... well, again, the warmth was nice. And really, her scaly fingers felt pleasant against his more delicate regions, now that he had gotten used to the feel.

The claws were a bit daunting, but the hen had lived her whole life learning how to use them without accidentally rending things to pieces - even in her sleep. That didn't stop her from occasionally kneading or squeezing over his nethers while she was supposedly sleeping, but she seemed alert enough to still her fingers at the slightest hint of a whimper from the male. Honestly, it was... pleasant. Soothing, even.

And arousing.

It wasn't JUST the fondling, though, or the warmth of her hand against his oft-abused genitals. It was the feel of her body pressed up against hers, and the almost constant thrum of her ragged purring. Even her scent was pleasant, now that he had grown accustomed to it - it was an odd musk, like that of a wild animal, but with a hint of fragrant spice.

It was enough that after failing to get any sleep for most of the night, his body had finally decided that he COULD in fact still manage to achieve an erection. It was something that he was certainly relieved to discover, but his gratefulness was strained to the breaking point by the end of the first hour or so.

Kira had noticed, of course - in fact, she had almost considered rousing the panther when she first awoke for a perimeter check and discovered that her hand was cradled about that rigid length. But no, he SEEMED to be resting peacefully, and she certainly didn't want a repeat of her earlier attempts to please him. So she settled for just keeping it firmly in her grip, giving it the occasional squeeze or stroke to ensure that he was having pleasant dreams - and to reassure herself that she hadn't done any permanent damage.

Unfortunately, the panther wasn't actually dreaming, although he was certainly pretending to. He needed some time to himself to sort out his thoughts. A lot of things had happened on his current adventure, and some of those things were... confusing. Well, one of those things. Okay, it was Kira. Still, it took him hours of mildly distracted pondering to actually admit that fact to himself.

Rhaelyn sighed softly, but he held his breath as the hen stirred beside him. After a few seconds she had settled again, and the panther had to suppress a shiver as he felt her talons squeezing gently about his achingly hard member. She seemed to nod off again just as quickly, though, and the male was once again left alone with his thoughts.

The gryphon was a conundrum. She certainly wasn't the first gryphon that he had met during his travels - not even the first 'civilized' gryphon - but she was somehow different from all the others. She was personable, of course - an odd trait for one of the feathered beasts. Funny, too. And smart, which was even more unusual given the rather dense nature of most of her ilk.

Then again, she was also somewhat unpredictable. Violent. Terrifying, even. None of that was unusual for a gryphon, of course, but somehow the hen's friendly nature and keen intellect made her lapses into violence all the more disconcerting. And the fact that he was more often than not the target of her violent outbursts was worse.

Sure, he could admit that the first time was justified. Maybe even the second. But at this point he was starting to wish that she'd just start biting him, or punching him in the stomach, or anything really - as long as it wasn't aimed at his increasingly useless kittenmakers. She almost seemed to be developing some kind of bizarre obsession with emasculating him.

That thought was silly, though, since he realized that if she REALLY wanted to emasculate him, she had a dozen different ways to do it far more efficiently. In fact, that mere thought suddenly made him a little more nervous about having the hen's talons curled about his manhood.

The panther stifled a groan, one hand rising to rub lightly at his temple. All this thinking was starting to give him a headache - or perhaps it was just the lack of sleep. Or his injuries. Or the fact that he'd had an erection for what felt like hours now. Or, most likely, a combination of all four of those things.

Kira stirred again, and this time she lifted her head. Her beak gaped in a wide yawn, her eyes flicking open as she scanned the jagged horizon. After a moment she cocked her head, fixing one eye on the beastkin instead. The faintest smile slipped onto her beak as she took stock - he certainly LOOKED like he was still sleeping, and he certainly FELT like he was doing better.

She flexed her fingers against the male's nethers once more, absently trying to work the stiffness out of her knuckles without actually pulling her hand from his pants. Her talons carefully curled back about the handhold, and this time she dared to give him a few brisk strokes before she-

And the panther groaned, although he made an obvious attempt to stifle it.

Kira blushed, her grip on the male's length instantly loosening as she tried to feign innocence. Leaning in, she bumped the beastkin's chin lightly with her beak. "Oh, Ser Rhaelyn. Are you awake now?"

Rhaelyn snorted softly, his whiskers twitching as he half-opened one eye to peer at the hen. She was hardly a smooth criminal, but he decided to humor her anyway. He gave a very real yawn, his sharp teeth briefly bared before he murmured. "Mnf, guess so. Is it morning already?"

"Still a couple of hours off," Kira responded, her head perked as she made a show of scanning the heavens. Not that it really took an expert to deduce that much, given that the moon was still visible and the stars were still out.

The panther stifled another yawn, his eyes closed to slits as he folded one hand over them. "Hff... good, then I can... get a few more hours of..." The effort of speaking aloud seemed to redouble his weariness, and he yawned yet again just to emphasize that fact.

"W-... wait, Ser Rhaelyn." Kira seemed hesitant, almost shy, but not quite shy enough to actually pull her hand out of his pants.

"Mmn?"

Rhaelyn's eyes were still covered, but Kira took his inquisitive mumbling as a prompt for her to continue. "I, uh, just wanted to say that I'm... sorry."

"Hm?" The beastkin's fingers parted so he could peek between them, one ear slanting forward to fix on the hen. He was genuinely interested now.

"For, uh..." She hesitated again, which gave that little voice in the back of her head a chance to insist on aborting. 'Gryphons never apologize!' it shrieked. 'Take what you want, do what you want, and damn the consequences!'

Kira scowled, her beak clacking with irritation. "Oh hush."

"Excuse me?" Rhaelyn had uncovered his eyes, and his undivided attention was entirely settled upon the gryphon now. Well, ninety percent of his attention, anyway. At least ten percent was still distinctly distracted by the ache in his loins, but he was trying to shut that out.

The hen rolled her eyes to one side, averting her gaze. "Oh, um, I mean... er... I just wanted to apologize for, uh, attacking you."

Rhaelyn snorted again, but he didn't say anything. His hand settled back over his eyes, and he tried putting some serious effort into falling asleep.

It wasn't that he really wanted to be rude to the hen, but he was too horny, too achy, and far too tired to play along with her half-assed apology game. Honestly, he would have to be a fool not to recognize the pattern. First she would brutalize him, accidentally or otherwise, and then came the apologies and the promise of sexual favors. Then by morning, she'd be right back to teasing and taunting until she'd chanced upon another opportunity to tenderize him.

Kira frowned, bumping the panther's jaw lightly with her beak. "No, seriously. I am. It's just that, uh..." she paused again, studying the beastkin for a moment before she sighed. She absently stroked along his rigid length again, as if it somehow gave her the confidence to speak. "It's just hard, is all."

The panther groaned softly, absently wishing - and not for the first time - that the hen would find something else to do with her talons. "Mf... you're telling me."

She seemed to miss his muttered comment, continuing as if uninterrupted. "I just, uh, it's like there's this part of me that... well, there's a part of me that likes hurting people. And it's, um... it's really hard to ignore sometimes."

"Kira..."

"N-.. no, Ser Rhaelyn." Kira continued quickly, heading the beastkin off at the verbal pass. "I just, um... I have to say this. I just want you to know that I, uh-"

The panther rapped his knuckles lightly against the hen's beak, startling her into silence. "It's fine. You're a gryphon. I understand." And a brief pause, before he looked her in the eye. "You don't need to apologize."

"I-" Kira blinked, somewhat taken aback. "I don't?"

Rhaelyn pursed his lips, whiskers twitching as he reconsidered that phrasing. "Okay, no, you DO need to apologize for getting carried away during our sparring match, but you've just done that. So now, no, you don't have anything else to apologize for."

The gryphon considered that for a moment, her brow furrowed. Really, she felt like she should be relieved at being let off the hook so easily, but she couldn't shake a few nagging doubts. "Really?"

"Really," he sighed. He tried to add a note of finality to his voice this time, but he knew that the hen wasn't going to let it go. "Look, Kira, I've had some time to think about this, and I'm fairly certain I know what's going on."

Kira blinked again, her neck craned as she abruptly seemed to find a new fascination in studying the stars. "Oh?"

Rhaelyn glanced at the gryphon, suppressing a soft chuckle as he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. His body protested, every muscle aching as he ****** himself upright, but it was a sensation that he was rapidly growing accustomed to.

"I know that you have, ah..." he paused delicately, trying to think of the best way to put it. "I know that you have feelings for me, Kira."

"I do not!"

The beastkin eyed the suddenly defiant hen, a faint smirk gracing his lips. Apparently the stars had lost their allure already, because she was staring at him again. Still, despite her fervant objection, it had come far too quickly and far too forcefully for him to take seriously. "You do. You like me."

"I hate you!" She hissed, her eyes narrowed as she tried to look appropriately put-off by the panther's assumptions. It was hard, though, since she was doing her damndest not to blush. Had she really been so obvious about her fascination with the pantherkin? In retrospect, she had to admit that she had been rather ham-fisted in her approach.

Rhaelyn laughed softly, patting the hen lightly on the shoulder. "Yes, of course. You hate me so much that you flirt and look for excuses to feel me up at every opportunity. I mean, look-" He glanced down at his lap, where the hen's taloned hand was still tucked conspicuously into his pants.

Kira followed his glance, and this time she did blush. She was again thankful that her feathers and fur kept the heat of her embarrassment from being too obvious, but she opted to hedge her bets. With a twitch of her talons, she curled her scaled fingers rather unsubtly about a more vulnerable part of the male's swollen nethers.

The panther winced, one of his own hands quickly settling between his legs before the hen could start bearing down. Not, of course, that he could actually stop her if she had a mind to start squeezing. "N-... now hold on, Kira."

She drew in a deep breath, using the scant few seconds that her unorthodox tactic had bought to think of an appropriate response. There was, of course, the impulse to just start squeezing. She had done it before, after all, and it really did seem to be an effective way to get the panther to shut up. But, on the other hand...

"Sh-... shut up!" She blurted, her head cocked in what she hoped was a casually dismissive manner. It wasn't. "My interests in you begin and end with the contract I signed with the House fa Soren."

"Right, and the beak jo-" and the panther winced as, unsurprisingly, the hen's grip tightened ever so slightly. Toes curled, the beastkin shivered as he couldn't help but picture those claws wrapped about his kittenmakers. Still, he wasn't about to let the gryphon intimidate him.

"K-... Kira, wait." It took a concerted effort to keep the rising panic out of his voice, but Rhaelyn somehow managed it. "Look, you can squeeze my balls all you want, b-... but we still need to get this out in the open."

Kira set her beak, eying the beastkin for a long moment before she relaxed her grip. "All I want?"

The panther's ears were instantly slicked back, his thighs tensed as he very briefly considered trying to pry the hen's fingers off of him entirely. He knew better than to try, though. "If, ah... if that's what you want, but I'd take it as a personal favor if you wouldn't."

She rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. Her embarrassment was forgotten for the moment. "Tease. But fine."

Rhaelyn cleared his throat, his ears flicked forward now as he glanced down at his lap again. "Ah, and it would really make me more comfortable if you would, er... let go before we continue...?"

Kira scowled. "Don't push it."

"Right." He sighed, looking just a tad crestfallen, but it was hardly surprising. Now he just needed to tread lightly, lest he should end up singing soprano for the fourth time in as many days. "Well, ah, this is what I'm talking about."

The hen's scowl deepened, but her grip remained lax. "What is?"

"The, ah..." Rhaelyn gestured downward, but he kept his gaze on Kira's face. "Well, you're the one who started talking about gryphon courting rituals and the like. You, uh, forget that I'm learned in the ways of your kind."

Kira kept her expression carefully neutral. It was impossible to deny the pit that was forming in her stomach, though. "So what? I was just teasing you, you idiot."

"Of course," the panther replied, his tone just as even. "That's what I thought at first, too, but then I... ah... well, it got me thinking."

'Ugh,' the voice muttered in the back of Kira's head. 'More thinking.'

"Did you know that of the thirty-eight rites of courtship practiced by the different tribes of gryphons, thirty of them involve casual violence?" Rhaelyn winced again as the hen's scaled fingers twitched, but he continued once it became apparent that she was just shifting her grip. "And, ah... well, for most gryphons, violence without bloodshed is considered a sign of... interest."

Kira snorted, but she didn't say anything. Why should she? It was an absurd observation! And stupid, too, just like the beastkin's stupid face. His stupid, oddly handsome face.

"And, ah... and it would make sense that you might find me attractive-"

"Which I don't." She interjected.

He continued as if uninterrupted. "As you've said, you were raised amongst beastkin, and you haven't said much about your encounters with your own kind."

The hen rolled her eyes, her head tilted back as she couldn't help but look exasperated. "Ugh, don't even get me started on THEM."

"Exactly." Rhaelyn arched a brow, eying the hen pointedly. "Hence your obvious attraction toward me, instead."

Kira scowled again, "That's ridiculous! You're ugly and stupid and... and... infuriating..." She grasped desperately for more negatives to assign to the obnoxious beastkin, but she was having an awfully hard time thinking of any. "... and fragile... and I like your fur."

He arched a brow. "You like my...?"

The hen grunted, her eyes narrowed. "N-... no, I meant to say that your fur is short and dumb. I just, uh, you've got me all flustered!"

Rhaelyn chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It's fine, Kira. I've seen other gryphons act exactly the same way, especially when they become enamored with someone."

Kira clacked her beak shut, eying the panther again. Was this somehow his fault? Had he studied gryphon courting rituals to subtly manipulate innocent, unwitting hens? Or, well, did he have some kind of magic that would explain her conflicted feelings?

The beastkin fidgeted a bit, growing a little uncomfortable at the prolonged silence. Kira was just staring at him now, and he was having no luck in trying to read her expression this time. "N-... not that I've had much first-hand experience, mind you, but this is certainly how The Queen acted when-"

"Wait, no, stop." Kira was agape, her head pulled back as she stared even harder at the panther. "You are NOT going to tell me that The Queen had a THING for you!"

It was the panther's turn to look sheepish now, his ears skewed as he rubbed the back of his neck. Swallowing hard, he murmured uncertainly. "Ah, well..."

"The leader of the Shardclaw Tribe," Kira sounded incredulous now. "Self-proclaimed Queen of all wild gryphons. The black cloud that rules the wastes uncontested from the Salted Plains to the Fire Peaks."

"Well, I did have to kill three of her hunters to prove myself." Rhaelyn offered, lamely.

"Huh." Kira sat up a bit, her wings ruffling as she considered that. "Wow, if The Queen busted your balls, then it's a wonder you have any left at all!"

Rhaelyn coughed, his ears twitched back at even the slightest THOUGHT of that beast having a go at his delicates. "N-... no, she didn't do THAT, but... ah..." He cleared his throat, trying to shake the thought of The Queen with her talons about his nethers. It was bad enough dealing with Kira's talons, and she was adorable. Well, maybe only semi-adorable, given the circumstances.

"But, ah, she DID almost break three of my ribs." The panther mused, patting his side. "And she almost took my ear off with what I'm sure she thought was a playful nibble."

Kira still seemed at a loss - even moreso now that she was trying to imagine The Queen trying to be playful. She had only glimpsed her once, and 'playful' was not an adjective that she would ever use to describe that creature. Horrifying seemed more appropriate. Or nightmare-inducing. But playful? Never.

"Hold on," she finally ventured. "Is that why she wants-"

"Besides," Rhaelyn continued hastily. "Gryphons are hardly the only ones who use misdirected violence to show their interests." And he gave a calculated pause, one ear twitching to angle toward the hen as he mused aloud. "Remind me to tell you about my first girlfriend some time."

Kira eyed the panther warily - was HE trying to change the subject? That was HER move! And she really wanted to know what was up with Rhaelyn and The Queen, now more than ever! But... then again... this new subject did sound rather promising. Especially if it had even the slightest relevance to her own conflicted state.

"Fine," she sighed. "So tell me about your girlfriends."

Rhaelyn clucked his tongue, tapping the gryphon's beak with one finger. "Just my first girlfriend. You hardly need to know about every sordid detail of my long and storied life, romantic or otherwise."

The hen rolled her eyes dramatically, but she bobbed her head in agreement. "Like I would even WANT to know that." That voice in the back of her head disagreed on that count, but she pointedly ignored it.

He smirked, but the panther didn't question her response. Ears slanted forward, he glanced down at his crotch, clearing his throat. "So, ah, can you... let go now?"

Kira snapped her beak shut, fixing one eye on the panther in an unwavering stare. "What do YOU think?"

"Hmf," he uttered a resigned grunt, but he didn't argue. "Fine, whatever."

"So come on!" She grinned, giving the panther the slightest squeeze. He winced and stifled a soft squeak, and Kira made no effort to hide her giggle. "Your girlfriend! Spill it, already!"

Rhaelyn snorted, squirming just a bit as he impotently pushed one hand against the female's wrist. It had absolutely no effect in getting her to ease her grip. "Nnnh... r-... right, well, my FIRST girlfriend."

Kira rolled her eyes once more, squeezing just a little harder. "Right. Your FIRST girlfriend. You unbelievable stud."

He eyed her for a second, then grumbled faintly as he continued regardless of her sarcasm. "Yes, well, she was a girl I had grown up with-"

"Was she a gryphon?" Kira chirped, innocently.

"What? No, of course not." Rhaelyn scowled, flicking her beak. He winced as she gave him another quick squeeze. "Nhg... l-... look, do you want me to tell you about her or not?"

Kira relaxed her grip, sticking her tongue out the beastkin. Honestly, he was such a baby. Just as well, though - she couldn't actually see them, but it felt like his balls had swollen so badly that she could barely fit her talons around them.

He eyed her for another long moment, before finally continuing. "Right, so, as I was saying. She was a cheetah - the daughter of one of my clan's guards, I think. Her name was Raff-"

Kira snorted, "Raff? That's a stupid name."

Rhaelyn frowned. "It's short for Raffina."

"Still stupid." She wasn't jealous or anything. Oh no, of course not.

The panther rolled his eyes back, making the conscious effort to curb his tongue. He silently counted to ten, then continued. "So, her name was Raff, and she was almost the same age as me. Perhaps two or three seasons younger."

"So..." Kira drawled, listening raptly. But not raptly enough to stop interrupting. "Was she pretty?"

"Eh," he shrugged. "She was alright, I suppose. I mean, I don't know if you've met many cheetahkin, but they're built thin and lanky. All that running around in the flatlands, I suppose. Athletic, but it doesn't make for very generous curves."

Kira snorted, just a little bitter. "Well, curves are over-rated anyway. Too awkward."

"Er... right." Rhaelyn hesitated, suddenly acutely aware that he should be choosing his words carefully. "But, ah, yes. She was a tomboy. I'm not sure if it was because she wanted to fit in with my brothers and I, or because her father was a warrior-type, but she generally dressed as masculinely as possible. Short-cropped hair, breeches, leather vest. One of those stupid hats, ah... a cap, I guess?"

Kira tilted her head to one side, peering blankly. "I don't wear hats."

"Well, ah, right. Er, anyway, when we were young she was basically just one of the guys." Rhaelyn paused, thinking back on his youth. "She was actually always kind of a bully, now that I think about it. I suppose she didn't want anyone to think that she was weak or dainty just because she was a girl."

The hen quirked a brow. "And you went out with this girl?"

"Er, not right away, no." He pursed his lips, whiskers twitching thoughtfully. "But, ah, well we knew each other for almost forty seasons. We played together, we trained together, and somewhere along the line I suppose she developed something of a crush on me."

"Ha, what an idiot." Kira grinned. Honestly, how could someone fall for the panther so easily? Oh, uh, wait-

"ANYway-" he continued. "She, ah, I suppose she didn't want to break the illusion that she was a tough, no-nonsense kind of girl, so she didn't express her interests like a sane person. Instead, she started bullying me every chance she got."

"What," Kira snorted. "So now it's insane to push you around?"

Rhaelyn rolled his eyes back a little, but he didn't rise to the hen's bait. He wasn't going to give her an excuse to start emasculating him again - no more than she already had, anyway. "It was confusing at first. I started trying to avoid her, but she would just work that much harder at always being around me. Where ever I went, there she would be."

"Man, talk about clingy." Kira stuck her tongue out, wriggling a little closer to the panther. "Kind of pathetic, when you think about it."

"Er..." Rhaelyn hesitated again, then shrugged and snuggled right back. "Right. Of course. So, er, the more I tried to avoid her, the more frustrated she seemed to get. My brothers weren't any help, and my sister only seemed to encourage her, so eventually I decided to settle things myself."

"Oh yeah?" Kira grinned anew, her beak nestled up beneath the panther's chin. "So, what'd you do?"

The panther sighed, rolling his eyes a little - not at the gryphon, for once, but rather at his own stupidity. "So I challenged her to a fight."

Kira laughed, "You didn't!"

"I did." He groaned softly, absently rubbing his temple with one hand. "I was, ah... I suppose I must have been nineteen, maybe twenty summers at that point, and I had just finished training in hand-to-hand combat under one of my tutors, so it seemed like a good idea. My, ah, siblings certainly seemed to think so."

The hen giggled and snorted, trying her utmost to keep a straight face. "S-... so, ha... snrk... w-... what happened?"

He grumbled, eyes closed for a moment. "So there we are, in the sparring pit behind the Clanhouse armory with my sister and all of my brothers watching, and I felt pretty confident about it. Oh, she was fast, sure, but I was stronger and better trained. Or I thought I was, anyway."

Kira arched a brow, "So you lost, then?"

"Tch, that's an understatement." Rhaelyn sighed again, absently worming one arm beneath the gryphon to curl it about her body. She responded in kind by draping a wing over him like a feathery blanket. "So we warm up, we exchange some absolutely awful trash talk, and then she takes off her top - and all of a sudden I remembered that she was, well... I just suddenly became very aware that I was fighting a girl."

Kira giggle-snorted again, but the panther ignored her as he continued with his tale. "So there she is, topless, bouncing around in some kind of savannah-fighting martial arts stance, and I can't stop staring at her chest. All of a sudden, I just couldn't even remember why I was fighting her - and then I had an erection."

"No!"

Rhaelyn muttered, his hand draped over his eyes now. "Yes. And she knew it. Hell, everyone knew it - my brothers and sister both. So, ah, I'm stammering, trying to cover myself up and talk my way out of the fight, and she's grinning like a Cheshire-"

"A what?" Kira furrowed her brow. She wasn't familiar with that term.

"A Cheshire, it's-" Rhaelyn paused, abruptly off-track. "It's, ah, like an innately magical kind of feline beastkin that- no, look, it's not important. She was grinning wide, alright?"

Kira grinned, too, bobbing her head a little. "Right, okay, so then what?"

"So then she shrugs, and offers me a handshake like it's all water under the bridge," he mused. "And at that point, I was grateful to accept. Anything to get my siblings to stop laughing at me."

"Oh," Kira sounded a little disappointed. "That's it?"

He grunted, "I wish, but no. So I'm shaking her hand, which left me with only one hand on my crotch - and THAT hand is busy trying to cover up my first public arousal, not my balls, and that's just how she had planned it."

The hen gaped, both brows arched. "She didn't!"

Rhaelyn snorted, "Oh yes, she certainly did. She stepped back and punted me right between the legs. I, ah, don't really recall the specifics, but my sister tells me that she hit me so hard that I lifted right up off the ground. She was, ah, wearing these plated guardsman's boots too, so I really felt it."

"Aww, you poor kitten." Kira crooned, trying her damndest not to giggle again. She tried to caress the panther's poor balls sympathetically, but even that light tough was enough to make him wince in pain. Or maybe he was wincing at the memory.

"And, ah, that was that." Rhaelyn groaned. "I was out. I mean, ah, I've been told that she actually kicked me two more times before I passed out, but I honestly don't... ah... well, I don't remember that. I just remember the first kick, and then a blinding pain, and then waking up in the infirmary a day later feeling like my balls had exploded."

"But they hadn't?" Kira purred, her ears perked with rapt interest.

"Er, no," he uttered, eying her warily. "Of course not. I mean, er, I still have them, don't I?" He cleared his throat, toes curled lightly. "But, er, she was there at my bedside, and oh-so-apologetic about the whole thing. She explained her feelings to me, and apologized a thousand times, and- ah... well, we started seeing each other not long after that."

Kira considered the story for a moment, one brow quirked. "She didn't get in trouble? You're, like, a noble or something, right? And she was a servant's daughter?"

Rhaelyn snorted, "Oh, no, she didn't get in trouble at all. It turned out that my siblings had covered the whole incident up to, ah, 'protect my honor'. They told everyone that it was a training accident. That I had been practicing with polearms and I had accidentally nutted myself."

Kira worked her beak for a moment, sounding out that word to herself. Nutted. That was a new one, and she added it to her arsenal of terminology. "And, what, that worked?"

"Well, there were certainly some... questions, but my family didn't want to press the issue. It was far too embarrassing." He grunted, eyes rolled once more in an intensely familiar gesture of exasperation with just a touch of disgust. "Although my mother did forbid me from ever touching a polearm again. She was worried that I might not be able to give her heirs."

There was silence for a moment, other than Kira's renewed efforts to keep herself from giggling. She finally spoke up again, though, bumping her beaktip against the beastkin's chin. "So, uh, you two went out after that? How'd that work out?"

Rhaelyn smirked, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Just how you would expect it to, I suppose. She was, ah... aggressive. We were just of age, and full of lusts and emotions, so it was a very... physical relationship. My studies actually started to suffer, given how often the two of us were- nf..."

Kira relaxed her grip, realizing that she had started reflexively bearing down on the male's genitals once more. Her tone even, she ****** herself to ease up on the male's plums before prompting him once more. "Please, go on."

"Er, w-... well..." The panther panted softly, his free hand draped over the gryphon's own. "Nf... th-... that's it, I suppose. It was an odd mix of, ah, sex and abuse. She seemed to like the cycle, and I... well... I was just happy to be having sex."

"Oh, I'll bet you were." Kira snorted, barely curbing her bitter tone. "So, what happened? Are you still seeing each other?"

"Oh gods, no." Rhaelyn sounded almost aghast at the idea. "Ah, I mean, no. We grew apart over time and, well, my parents eventually started to catch on. There's only so many ways that you can try to explain why your youngest son is constantly limping - riding accidents, sparring accidents, muggings, low-flying birds - my sister even took credit once or twice, to cover for Raff."

Kira rolled her head to one side, audibly working a crick out of her neck. "Did she? I mean, ah, did she actually kick you too?"

"Mm? Oh, ah... well," He seemed hesitant to talk about that, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth at his side. "No, not until after she, er, started trying to cover for Raffina. She, ah, claimed that it was to make the cover story more plausible, but really I think she was just trying to scare off the arranged suitors that my parents kept setting her up with."

"But, ah, anyway, it all fell apart after the winter festival in aught-seven." He paused briefly, leaning down to lick lightly over the gryphon's beaktip. It was a carefully calculated maneuver, intended to keep her from reacting negatively - after all, he had already drawn a distinct connection between her tendency to squeeze every time he mentioned sleeping with Raffina.

Kira practically swooned, but she managed to keep her giddiness internalized. "Y-... yeah? And, uh, what happened?"

Rhaelyn chuckled, "I think we had stopped by the hot springs - it was cold, and the magical springs in Karash are popular during the winter months - and I suppose I had said something stupid."

"No way. You?" Kira uttered, her expression deadpan.

"OR maybe I was looking at the other topless girls a little too much," he continued without pausing. "Raff was always a little self-conscious about her figure, since she was more muscle than curve." And a wince as Kira subconsciously bore down again - apparently any talk about 'curves' was one of her hot buttons, too.

"Nf-... ah-... s-... so, whatever the reason, she found an excuse to get me alone and squeeze my delicates until I was nearly crying-"

Kira grinned, "Hey, just like I-"

"AND," Rhaelyn continued, talking right over the giddy gryphon. "Then she apologized for over-reacting, and wanted to 'make it up to me' with sex-"

"Hey," Kira's eyes were wide now. "Just like-"

"SO-" the panther continued unabated, brow arched as he eyed the suddenly blushing hen. "She dragged me off to my bedroom at the Clanhom estate and we, ah, well you know."

The panther paused for breath, and Kira gleefully seized the opportunity to interject. "So you could still perform after that?"

Rhaelyn snorted, his ears twitching. "Not very well, no, but it's amazing how swiftly the libido bounces back when you have a willing femme straddling your lap."

"No kidding," she smirked. She didn't even sound annoyed this time, instead finally shifting her grip from his aching balls to his equally aching member once more. The panther groaned, not exactly relieved by her sudden change in mood.

"R-... right, so, uh... it turned out that when she had spent ten minutes squeezing my balls, we hadn't been... nf... nearly as... ah..." He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling particularly... vulnerable. "Well, it turned out that it hadn't been as private a place as we had thought. A member of a rival clan had seen it, and the rumors started flying."

"Aw," Kira actually sounded sympathetic this time.

"Yes, 'aw'." Rhaelyn frowned. "My parents heard about it remarkably swiftly, and they burst into my chambers to confront me about it, and-" A pause, a sigh, and a roll of his eyes for emphasis. "So there I was, groaning in pain and pleasure with Raffina mounted atop me, and-..."

"Well," he murmured solemnly. "Long story short-"

"Too late." Kira grinned. She was quick to amend, though, as she saw the panther's expression darken. "But I don't mind. It's been a great story!"

"Hmf, right, well... long story short," he continued. "As you said, she was the daughter of the servant, and I am of noble blood. She was banned from the estate, her father was fired and blacklisted from working at any Clan-approved establishment in Karash, and I was forbidden from ever talking to her again."

"Aw," Kira uttered again. She was conflicted - on the one talon, she was happy to know that she didn't have more competition to deal with, but on the other talon she had to admit that it was a rather sad end to the panther's first love. Or, er, his first lust. Whatever.

"And you never saw her again?" she crooned.

He snorted, "Of course we saw each other again. Her father moved away - to, ah, Forgetown I think - but she was a grown woman so she stayed in Karash. My parents had threatened to disown me if I continued seeing her in secret, though, so eventually I had to... well... I had to sit her down and give her 'the talk'."

The hen frowned a little. That sounded awfully ominous. "Er, yeah? And how did that go?"

Rhaelyn closed his eyes lightly, hand set right back against his temple once more. "How do you think? I'll tell you, though, it was a valuable learning experience. That was the first and last time I ever tried to give 'the talk' to a girl wearing boots with heel irons in them."

Kira snickered, patting the male's crotch fondly. "Aw, you poor kitten." She didn't sound particularly sympathetic, this time. More along the lines of amused and patronizing.

The panther sighed, one ear twitching with faint agitation. "But, well, it was a good thing in the long run. It encouraged me to begin traveling abroad, since there was little tying me to the Clanhome in Karash - honestly, I was happy to get away from the ridiculous and embarrassing rumors that were circulating."

Kira snickered a little harder, "Sure, ridiculous and completely unfounded, I bet."

He chuckled softly, a little amused himself - but his ear still twitched a little in faint annoyance. "Mmn, right, well... ultimately it was a good thing. I became an adventurer. Met like-minded individuals. Made a name for myself."

The hen arched a brow, head lifted and neck craned as she set herself beaktip-to-nose with the panther. "You mean you've actually managed to go on adventures without getting yourself *********?"

Rhaelyn chuffed softly, exhaling against the gryphon's beak. "I'll have you know that I've saved the world. Twice, even. Three times, at a stretch."

Kira chuffed right back, skepticism practically dripping from her voice. "Oh yeah?"

He frowned, his hand gently pushing the hen's head back down to his chest. "I have. Even with your minimal education, you must have heard about the war against Queen Cygna. The Bitch Queen of legend? Scourge of the north, flayer of men, and necromancer without peer?"

The gryphon stuck her tongue out at the panther again, but she happily settled her head back against his chest. She decided to humor him. "Sure, it was a really big deal. But that was, what, twenty seasons ago?"

"Twenty-two," Rhaelyn nodded. "I was only a novice geomancer back then, but I was part of the elite team that was integral in bringing her down. Myself and six others."

Kira snorted, "I heard that was some alleycat." She paused as she wracked her brain, ears perked thoughtfully. What had his name been? It was something stupid... "Oh, right, Saga. He's got all those dumb stories about how he stopped the Bitch Queen's armies. They sell them in all the beastkin cities."

The panther curled his lip, looking genuinely irritated for a second. "Don't you DARE mention his-" And a ****** pause as he drew in a deep breath. Once again, he found himself silently counting to ten. "Yes, he was there, but he... ah... wasn't the only one. I was there as well. It was a team effort, with each one of us playing a vital role in our success."

"Well, why don't you tell me about it?" Kira still sounded skeptical, but the beastkin certainly seemed passionate about it.

"Ah," Rhaelyn hesitated. "N-... no, that's a long story, and... hf... I really am tired." He yawned, ears twitching back a little as the desire to sleep came back in full force. How long had he been talking, anyway?

"Aw," and this time it was a sound of genuine disappointment. Kira licked lightly along one edge of her beak, her eartufts flicked forward. "Well, did... um... did Raffina help you save the world?"

"Mmm?" The panther's eyes were closed now, but he clearly hadn't had time to actually fall asleep yet. "No, ah, I hear that she served admirably in the military efforts against the Bitch Queen, though. Joined some mercenary troop dedicated to wilderness scouting or some such."

"Then who...?"

Rhaelyn opened one eye, stifling an exhausted sigh. He really was tired. Very tired. "Hff... ah... well, there was me of course. And, ugh, Saga. Don't let the stories fool you, he's not a hero, he's just a thief. And... hm... well, there were others, but they came and went."

And a pause, as he looked to the gryphon - and a sigh as he saw that she was still paying rapt attention. "There was Al, our archer. And Garant. I, ah, never got to know him very well. I think he was a warrior from one of those sabertooth tribes from the hinterlands. Mm... and there was Gale, she was our healer, and Nocht - he was her mate."

"What did he do?" she queried, quietly. Her voice was barely a whisper, and her eyes were lidded. It was obvious that despite her enthusiasm, the panther's weariness was beginning to grow contagious.

"Mm... assassin. They were always an... odd pair." Rhaelyn yawned, his ears twitching back a little. "A shame. He, ah... didn't make it. And there was Veridia, of course. She was... well... she was something. But that's a story for another time."

"Mm-hm?" Kira licked along the other edge of her beak now, smiling a little as she glanced downward. She was barely listening now, her attentions wandering as that little voice in the back of her head reminded her of something. "Um, Ser Rhaelyn? D-... do you think that I should... do something about that e-rekt-shun-" and a pause as she resounded the word out in her head, repronouncing it with greater proficiency. "The, mmr... erection... before you sleep?"

The panther sighed, his hand draped over his eyes to block out the world. Honestly, he would like nothing better than to let off a little pressure, but he knew that any attempt at... ah... release would just keep him awake and in more pain than he could tolerate right now.

"Mnf... Kira, that is an absolutely awful idea."

"Oh...?" She seemed crestfallen at the rejection.

Rhaelyn peeked from between his fingers, his whiskers twitching as he couldn't help but notice her hurt tone. "Er, I mean, I'm too tired and in too much pain to even... hf... any effort to 'handle' my problem would, ah, well. It would be quicker to just punch me in the balls."

Kira perked, grinning just a bit. "Well, I can do that too!"

And he stifled a groan, his hand moving to lightly caress the hen's beak. "No thank you. Just, hf... just... can we cuddle for one night? I promise, I'll make it up to you."

"Mf, you better!" she muttered. But she smiled, and she didn't even protest when he not-so-subtly tugged her hand from his pants. She just curled her forelimb about him instead, her eyes closed to slits as she settled comfortably against the panther.

Rhaelyn smiled softly, eying the gryphon for a brief moment before closing his own eyes as well, blissfully drifting off toward a blissful and only slightly-troubled slumber. Yes, this was certainly something he could get used to. He just... what would his Clan think...?

And just as suddenly, he was awake again. Sleep had eluded him. He... had a lot more things to think about, now.

[jabby]

Another excellent story as always Saga. That cheetah girl would be a great candidate for a spin off ;)

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Goodness, I guess I've been in a writing mood lately. I've actually finished AGT part 6 well ahead of schedule, and after giving it the twice-over I've decided that I'm actually happy with it. Granted, this part is shorter than part 4 or 5, but it's also longer than the first three. I think it hits a nice middle-ground in length and content.

This chapter also marks my first serious effort at expanding the Gryphon's Tail universe, setting the seeds for many future stories to come. Honestly, I already have ideas for the next major story arc, but I have to finish this one first! Hopefully it doesn't get old before then.

As always, I'm happy to hear comments and critiques. I've only been doing this for a few months, and I'm well aware that I can stand to improve in many areas. Regardless, though, I hope you enjoy it. :)


Once more, a most excellent chapter, Saga, complete with your guest appearance.



As to comments, I’m pleased you’ve ditched the “all italic” presentation, and I found realism and warmth in this instalment.

(I know, realism in fantasy sounds daft, but it’s there!)

I don’t do critique, any more, on this forum.

If I did, it would be almost all positive for your work.

[SagaDC]

I made more progress over the past day than I had anticipated, and after powering through a good chunk of what I had PLANNED to make the final part of A Gryphon's Tail... well, I decided to go ahead and chop it in half. It was already getting toward 80kb in size, larger than ANY of the other parts, so I went ahead and trimmed it back so that you can get another installment as quickly as possible. Part VIII will now be the final part, followed by the Epilogues.

Now the down side is that Part VII here is mostly set-up for the big finish, so it's a little slow as far as the general theme of the stories goes. But hey, Rhaelyn and Kira talk about their feelings, the panther reveals even more about his mysterious past, and they even get to fight a monster! Plus, there's a new face and a few old ones as well. Hopefully this will be enough to tide you over for the time being.



A Gryphon's Tail, Part VII

All Good Things...

When morning finally came, Rhaelyn was thoroughly exhausted - both physically and mentally. He had spent the last few hours thinking about-, well no, that wasn't accurate. He had spent the last few hours worrying about things that he had no power over.

There was Kira, of course. He couldn't even begin to count the number of potential difficulties that they would have to surmount if he actually DID want to... be with her. And his family, of course. If they had threatened to disown him over a tryst with a cheetah, what would they think about an infatuated gryphon? Perhaps it would be best if he simply let her down preemptively, to save them both the drama, but he really didn't relish the thought of having 'the talk' with her.

And honestly, none of that even mattered if the two of them didn't make it through the Fire Peaks and the Smoldering Woods beyond. They had made good time over the past few days, given the circumstances, but there were still at least two days of hard trekking ahead of them - and that was assuming that their luck held, and they avoided any more random encounters with both the Queen's hunters and the local meta-magical wildlife.

Eventually, though, he grew so weary that sleep pierced through even the densest layers of worry, and he managed to drift off into a fitful and troubled slumber.

And, just as quickly, Kira had been shaking him awake again. It was morning, the sun was already climbing rapidly into the sky, and it was time to continue on.

An hour later, Kira waited patiently at the foot of the plateau. The panther had been reluctant to rise at first, and had yawned all through their quick breakfast of dried fruit and berries. Now he was ostensibly making last-minute preparations for the day's travel, although he had insisted on privacy while he did so.

The hen giggled softly to herself, her neck craned as she peered back up toward the plateau's edge. She had a fairly good idea of just what those 'preparations' might entail - she had certainly noticed that his pants were still tented - but she didn't tease him about it. She was just a little disappointed that he hadn't asked her to help.

Long minutes ticked by, and eventually the panther came limping down the steep sidepath that was hewn into the volcanic rock. He was impressively clean, given the volume of ash saturating the surrounding region, and he had changed into his only remaining set of untorn clothing. He had also taken one of the petrified branches from the lone tree in their campsite, and had turned it into a rather impressive walking stick.

Kira also couldn't help but notice that he had tied his old, torn cloak about his waist like a sash. It wasn't particularly stylish, but it DID make it difficult to tell if he still had an erection or not. From the vaguely disgruntled expression on his face, she was going to guess that he hadn't found much luck with... er... his morning exercises.

"So," the hen drawled as she moved to the panthers side. She crooked one taloned finger in the direction they were to be traveling, and the two quickly set a slow but steady pace through the valleys. "Did you get your rocks off?"

Rhaelyn almost looked aghast at the gryphon's audacity. "W-... what!?"

She snorted softly, making no effort to conceal her smile. "Those little magic rocks that you put all over the place. Did you dig them all back up?"

The panther sighed, leaning his weight onto the branch that was helping to keep him upright. Kira's speaking skills were impressively fluid, but she still needed some serious tutoring in how to properly phrase things.

"Mf, no." He grunted. "The magic is only good for half a day at best. Besides, by now they've probably been entirely consumed by earth elementals anyway."

Kira arched a brow, peering sidelong at the limping panther. Was he messing with her? "O... kay?"

He chuckled softly, reaching out with his free hand to lightly pat atop the hen's head. She liked it, but it still felt rather patronizing. "Don't worry about it, Kira. It's just how magic works."

She snorted - now she KNEW he was being patronizing. He was just lucky that they had places to be and a deadline to keep, or they'd be having words about that. Instead, she opted to punish him by changing the subject to something she was keener on talking about.

"Sure, whatever. So, uh, how are they hanging?"

Rhaelyn winced - there was that crude wording again. He was really going to have to talk to her about that, the next time they could find a moment where the threat of impending death wasn't looming over them. "Ah, well..."

Kira grinned, absently shifting her body to bump her flank up against the panther's side. He barely managed to keep his footing this time, but caught himself against his makeshift walking stick. She was a little alarmed at that, and briefly considered apologizing, but... nah.

"Come on, Ser Rhaelyn," she cajoled. "You're obviously still in pretty sorry shape, so I need to know if you can keep up or not. Will you be able to fight?"

"Ah, well..." he hesitated, but finally bobbed his head in an uncertain nod. "Yes, I think so. I just, erm..."

The gryphon arched a brow, increasing her pace until she had headed off the panther, where she set down to block his path. "You don't sound very sure."

Rhaelyn stopped short, teetering precariously before he caught himself. Grunting softly, he scowled down at the defiant hen for a few seconds before he gave a resigned shrug. "L-... look, Kira, I can only say that I'll do my best depending on the circumstances. But I can, hf... I can barely even walk straight."

Kira frowned, her gaze angled down at that strategically placed sash. "Well, er... how are they?"

He snorted, eyes closed for a brief moment. "Let's just say that I know how it feels to be a ratkin now."

Kira slowly tilted her head to the side. That reference was lost on her.

Rhaelyn chuckled softly, his ears slightly skewed. "A part of me, hf... wishes that I were always this well endowed, but... I don't think I'd be able to survive this kind of crippling trauma on a daily basis."

She furrowed her brow now, trying to decipher the panther's cryptic statements. Why did he always have to speak in riddles? Finally, understanding dawned, and she eyed the male anew. "Oh! Er, well... how big...?"

The panther paused, giving a moment's thought to just how they could be classified. He held out one hand, palm upward, as if he were holding a crystal ball. "Ah, well... mf... h-... have you ever seen a grapefruit...?"

Kira considered that, her wings ruffling against her back. That question didn't make any sense. Had they shrunk? "Er, aren't grapes really small?"

Rhaelyn snorted again, but he smiled. "N-... no, erm... let's just say that they're... swollen quite a bit larger than I'm comfortable with." And a sigh, as one ear twitched in vague irritation. "I'd be worried, if... ng... if I'd never had them swell up this badly before."

The gryphon was ALMOST skeptical at that statement, but... well... given what she knew about the panther it sounded like it might be plausible. She turned and started walking again, peeking back over her shoulder to make certain he was keeping up.

"So, uh... this happens to you a lot?"

"Well, not a LOT..." he muttered. He almost sounded bitter, but resignation took over halfway through the uttered statement. "But, ah... a lot more often than I'd like."

Kira snickered, "Oh yeah? Well, how often is as often as you'd like?"

Rhaelyn paused again, briefly at a loss for words, but he bounced back quickly. "Erm... zero times sounds good." And a sigh, as he shook his head. "But that's never how things work, so... hf... honestly, I'd be happy if I could keep it down to less than a dozen times a year."

"I, uh... wow." The gryphon's eyes were a little wide at this revelation, but again it was kind of hard for her to feel surprised. Still, as new as she was to nutting unfortunate panthers, that did seem like a rather excessive amount. "Er... and, uh, you're still...?"

"Hm?" He arched a brow, ears slanted forward as he continued to plod along behind the hen. "Still what?"

She frowned a little, glancing back at the male's crotch again. She had tested his plumbing personally, and he certainly SEEMED functional, so... "So you, uh, what? Drink a lot of healing goo, I guess?"

Rhaelyn snorted again, choking back a laugh. "Well, yes, I suppose I've had more than my share of 'healing goo'. But I-, ah... you know, I miss the days when I could go out on an adventure without getting my kittenmakers hammered into a pulp."

Kira perked an eartuft, considering that. First, there was the term - it was promptly added to her ever-growing lexicon of terminology. Second, given what he had told her about those kinds of injuries, she had some serious doubts that they'd be making kittens anyway, so the term was a little misleading. She didn't say that, though.

"You know," he continued. "This never used to happen."

The gryphon arched a brow, her tail swaying behind her thoughtfully. "What, adventures?"

"No," he mused. "I've been adventuring since I first turned twenty summers of age. I mean the, ah, rampant testicular trauma. That didn't start until I first met..."

And a scowl, as the panther considered that. Could that obnoxious little alleycat really be responsible for his misfortunes somehow? No, that hardly made any sense. He was a thief, not some kind of fate-weaving sorcerer.

"Until, ah, the war against the Bitch Queen's armies." he finished lamely.

Kira arched a brow once more, glancing back toward the limping panther. She was almost certain that's not what he was originally going to say, but again - she didn't question it. He was being uncharacteristically forthcoming today, and she didn't want to jinx it.

"Oh sure, we saved the world," he muttered. He didn't sound particularly enthused about that accomplishment, to be honest. "But getting that far was a nightmare. Every one of Cygna's soldiers seemed trained to go for as many cheap shots as beastkinly possible."

"Have you considered armor?" Kira ventured, peering back at the panther again. Gryphons didn't bother with the stuff, but it sounded like the male REALLY needed some.

"Ha!" Rhaelyn laughed sardonically, "Trust me, Kira. That always seemed to make things worse. The Bitch Queen's elite were generally satisfied with using hand-to-hand combat to cripple and maim, but the second you wore armor they turned to nastier weapons. Maces, flails, war staves. Her bounty hunters were even given specially crafted magical gear that would let them tear right through armor with their bare hands as if it were dry parchment."

And another sigh, as he gestured dismissively. "Besides, most armor gets in the way of my gifts. It's, ah... it's a wizard thing. You wouldn't understand."

Kira clacked her beak, pondering on that for a moment. "Wait, but you said that you helped defeat the, uh, Bitch Queen five years ago."

"Right," he confirmed. "The first time, anyway."

The hen blinked, peering back at the panther again. "What, you didn't kill her the first time?"

Rhaelyn rolled his eyes. "Oh, we killed her alright. She was dead as a doornail. It just, ah... didn't really slow her down as much as we had hoped it might. Remember, she was a necromancer."

"I don't know what that-" and she shook her head, trying to get herself back on track. "No, forget that. Uh, so how old are you now?"

The panther arched a brow, peering quizzically after the gryphon. Why did that matter? "Oh, ah... twenty-eight years of age, as of this winter?"

Kira cocked her jaw, a little surprised at that - he certainly didn't LOOK that old. That put him almost ten years older than she was. Was that awkward? Or, more to the point, did she care about the age difference? It only took her a split second to decide that no, she certainly did not. Given their violent lifestyles, most gryphons were lucky to live past thirty.

"So, uh, you said you got your balls, er... busted... by Raff when you were younger! Before the war!" She nodded smartly, certain that she had recalled his tale accurately.

"Oh, well, yes." The panther frowned a little, his ears twitched back as he nodded a confirmation. "In fact, Raff was the FIRST person to ever, er... bust..." he didn't like that phrase. His balls may have been bruised, but they certainly weren't busted.

"Yes, she was the first person to have ever rung my bells," he mused. "But she at least had the decency to give me a few weeks between each... ah... session. The Amazonian wolves had no such compunction."

He frowned now, absently rubbing his chin. "Besides, with Raff I was also getting sex on a regular basis. Trust me, if I had gotten to sleep with every wolf, dog, or dragon that had a mind to mangle my manhood then I'd hardly be complaining as much."

"Dragon?" Kira was a touch incredulous, but this was coming from the same panther who had claimed to be snuggle-buddies with The Gryphon Queen. Still, she had to assume that he was exaggerating.

Rhaelyn half-closed his eyes, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on. "Look, can we... I really don't want to talk about that, right now. Can we save the history lessons for after we've returned to civilization?"

Kira snorted, and for a moment she considered arguing - after all, he was the one who had brought it up in the first place - but she relented. If she was going to make a serious effort at winning the panther's heart, and other assorted organs, she was going to have to learn how to compromise. Regardless of what that voice in the back of her head was telling her.

"Fine." And she walked in silence for a moment, before peeking back over her shoulder at the male. "So, uh, how'd it go this morning?"

"What?" The panther was equal parts wary and innocent.

She grinned, powering right through his attempted verbal deflection. "Come on, we both know you were hard-up last night. So, uh, did you take care of it before we left?"

It was Rhaelyn's turn to blush now. The hen certainly had a... way with words. "I don't know what you're-"

"Rhaelyn." Kira locked a steady gaze on the squirming panther, a faint smile on her beak as she purred smugly. "Come on. I could hear you."

He blushed even harder now. Had she-...? How could she have heard him! He was so careful to be as quiet as possible, although he had to admit that there had been a bit of groaning and panting. How could there not be? His entire groin was like one big mass of bruises.

"W-... well..."

"Mmhm?" She grinned wider, in what she could only imagine might be 'cheshire-like'. Not enough teeth, though.

"Well, the desire is there." The panther grunted, his gaze averted as he sounded just a tad sullen. "But, ah, the current... state of the equipment makes it impossible to finish the job."

"Oh," the hen giggled. "You poor, poor kitten."

Rhaelyn muttered faintly, his ears slicked flat against his skull. His tail lashed back and forth behind him like a wary rattler. Still, it was his own fault, because he had insisted that the hen choose a new topic of conversation.

"L-... look, I'm sure it will be fine, once I've had some time to-"

And then a tree fell on him.

Kira blinked, stopping short as she peered back over her shoulder again. The panther was... he was gone! Or, no, there was a toppled tree where he had been standing - and not a lovely, verdant tree, but an ugly twisted thing. It was the only kind of tree that could ever survive in the Smoldering Woods, and even then it could barely even manage that, it's bark an ashen gray and it's numerous grasping branches devoid of leaves or wildlife.

Even as she watched, the tree slowly righted itself again with a sound akin to tortured lumber, taking the dazed pantherkin with it.

"R-... Ser Rhaelyn?" Kira gaped.

"Kira, I..." he shook his head, trying to recover his wits as swiftly as possible. "I think this tree is trying to eat me!"

As if on cue, the trunk of the tree cracked and split along it's length, folding apart to reveal dozens - no, hundreds - of splintery teeth. Even as long as it was, there was no way that the panther would fit into that jagged maw, but it was clear that the tree had no qualms about biting him into more easily handled chunks.

"What the f-" his voice cut off abruptly as the branches twisted and bent about, the panther suddenly upended as he began a disturbingly swift descent toward the aforementioned maw. It was clearly going to eat him head-first.

"Rhaelyn, hold on!" Kira leaped into action, but for the life of her she had no idea what to do. She had never fought a tree before!

The hen hurled herself bodily at the thing, her talons rending into unyielding bark and wood as she tore gaping furrows in the disconcertingly active foliage. It didn't draw blood, and at her current rate it was obvious that it would take her hours to actually cut down the tree in this manner, but it still got results. With a hissing shriek that set the adjacent - and thankfully less active - trees to trembling, the thing shifted its focus from the panther in its grasp to the gryphon that was trying to claw it to pieces.

"Ow ow ow ow!" Kira cried as she was flailed by a thousand tiny branches, each one crooked to end in a hook-like grasping digit. She was buffeted off of the tree's trunk, and her body twisted as she tried to scramble away as quickly as possible.

It bought Rhaelyn the time he needed, though. Dangling upside-down, the beastkin took quick stock of the tools available to him. He had lost his walking stick somewhere in the scuffle, but it would have been useless anyway. He had his sword and his dagger, of course, but those were likely to be useless as well. One by one he counted across the glittering rings that decorated his fingers-

Fire? No, if it didn't let go then he'd just end up burning alive. Lightning? Also no, because he was fairly certain that trees conducted electricity. If it didn't kill the thing, he'd just be cooking himself for its enjoyment. He was too far from the ground for earth manipulation to help, and- ah, of course!

A snap of his fingers, and a sudden burst of air tore through the animated shrubbery. Wood snapped, branches bent, and the beastkin was torn free from the grasping creature's grip. Oh, sure, he was now flipping end over end through the air instead, but it was a distinct improvement given the circumstances. At least the air wasn't trying to bite his head off.

Meanwhile, Kira had managed to roll and scramble her way clear. Her thick hide had protected her from the worst of the attacks, but she could still feel the itch of several dozen paper-thin cuts all over her body. This thing was horrible!

She twisted about, scanning the creature's branches as she tried to catch sight of the pantherkin. It only took a split second for her avian eyes to pick out his form, but-

Was he flying? No no no, that didn't seem right at all.

Rhaelyn flipped again and again, but he ****** himself to remain calm. He took one measured breath, then another, and another, and he abruptly folded his body to twist himself about. There was the ground, there was the tree, and - oh - there was Kira!

He rolled again, carefully positioning himself just before he hit the ground. Instead of landing head-first or crashing and skidding across the ashy woodland floor, he landed neatly on his feet. It was good to be a cat.

"Holy crap!" Kira gaped, darting over to his side. "I mean, wow! How in the world did you-"

Rhaelyn panted, wavering unsteadily as he glanced sidelong at the gryphon. "Kira, I'm going to need you to drag me to safety, because I'm fairly certain that I just fractured both of my ankles."

"Oh," she grimaced. That was less impressive. "W-... well, at least that thing's rooted in place, right? So we've got plenty of-"

The beast shrieked again, wrenching against the ground with it's hundreds of branches before it managed to rip itself free from the scorched earth. In place of roots, it instead had a thousand insect-like legs, and the whole creature lurched back and forth as it doggedly pursued the tiny morsels.

"Agh!" Kira cried again, as she turned tail to flee.

"K-... Kira!?" Rhaelyn peered after her, finally tumbling backward onto the ground. He was gripping his ankles, but he didn't have time to actually check on just how badly he had hurt them.

"Right, sorry! Sorry!" She panted as she darted back, her beak snapping shut about the male's cloak. She dug her talons into the ground as she dragged him backward, just before the tree could once again scoop him up off the ground.

The beastkin grunted as he tried to focus. His legs hurt, his head hurt, and of course his loins hurt, but he knew that he was the one who was going to have to kill this Treehemoth. He winced as the gryphon dragged him right over a rock that protruded from the ashen dirt, but he just grit his teeth and angled one clenched fist toward the monster that was hot on their heels.

A gout of flame burst from his favorite ring, searing the air and lighting the monster aflame. It shrieked in pain or frustration, but it didn't slow down. Now it was a giant panther-eating tree monster that was also on fire. Fantastic.

Rhaelyn ducked his head, barely avoiding a retaliatory lash from the beast's smoldering branches. It missed him, but smacked Kira right in the face instead, and the dazed hen abruptly lost her grip on her erstwhile charge's cloak as she reared backwards. Suddenly off-balance, she rolled back into the dry brush, leaving the beastkin where he sat.

"Oh." Rhaelyn frowned as he glanced over his shoulder, then back at the massive beast. "Well fine, let's see how you like this."

He planted one hand against the ground, clenching the other so tightly that his claws tore into his own palm. His jaw clenched, his teeth grating against each other, and sparks literally flew from the plain iron ring on his smallest finger.

The Treehemoth slowed as the earth began to shudder, but its hunger was too great to be put off by mere tectonic shifts. It reached forward with a hundred hungry hooks, but it's grasping limb was suddenly blocked as a wide sheet of volcanic stone was rent from the ground between the tree and it's prey.

Rhaelyn gasped for breath, trying to focus his all on channeling power through the ring. The slab had been buried deep so it had taken everything he had just to get it this far, but he couldn't stop just yet. The earth was split as the stone ground ever upward, until it towered so high that it dwarfed the Treehemoth.

"Alright, you bastard-" he practically bit his tongue, spitting out the words. "Eat this!"

And the slab slowly cocked, already balanced precariously on one end as it bore down on the woodland monster. The Treehemoth planted a dozen flaming limbs against it's smooth surface as it tried to push back, then a hundred, but it was simply too heavy. Ever so slowly, an inch at a time, it was driven into the ground as the stone toppled over onto it.

The pantherkin breathed a sigh of relief as the stone finally crashed down flush with the earth, crushing the tree-beast beneath it. Then he coughed and hacked, spitting up blood as the magics took their toll. The ring, once glistening and polished, swiftly dulled to an ugly gray sheen before abruptly bursting into a small cloud of flaking rust.

Kira groaned as she dragged herself back out of the brush, her wings flicking as she shucked twigs and pebbles out of her fur. She shook her head, trying to shake loose the cobwebs that were clinging to her brain, before fixing an eye on the devastation that had been wrought.

"W-... what the hell happened?"

"Well," Rhaelyn smiled faintly. He used the back of his sleeve to wipe away the blood trickling from his nose. "You might say that... rock beats paper?"

The gryphon stared at him for a moment, then rolled her eyes as she groaned aloud. "Ugh, that was AWFUL. Besides, everyone knows that paper beats rock, so that doesn't even make sense!"

"Hey," he frowned. "Give me a break. I was just almost eaten by a thrice-damned tree, for pity's sake! It was the first thing that came to mind!"

Kira laughed, padding over to where the panther was still sitting. She set beak-to-nose with him, her tongue flicked over his lips as she purred. "Well, I'm just glad you're alright."

"I, ah..." he blinked, his ears bolt upright. "Er, yes, I'm glad that you're alright as well, Kira."

He smiled, his hands set lightly to either side of the hen's head as he nuzzled against her beak in turn. They couldn't kiss - she didn't have the lips for that - but this was nice.

"K-... Kira, I'm happy, but I'm not quite ready for..."

She frowned, her head pulled back a little as she studied the panther's face. "What are you talking about?"

He glanced pointedly down at his lap, "I'm still going to need some recovery time before-" and the words died on his lips. He had expected to find the hen's talons curled against his nethers, but instead there was - what was that, a branch?

As if on cue, the massive stone shifted and cracked. With a groan that set the earth rumbling, it was suddenly displaced in a cloud of dust and ash, and the Treehemoth rose once more. It was bent and broken, but still very alive, and it wasn't about to let any mere FOOD get away with this kind of outrageous behavior!

"Oh come on," Rhaelyn almost whimpered. The whip-like branch curled about the most immediately available hold, the bulge at the panther's crotch, and wrenched him off of the ground in an abrupt motion.

"R-..." Kira stared, her eyes wide. She snapped out of her stupor swiftly, though, lunging upward to grab the panther's arms before he could be carried away entirely. "Rhaelyn! Hold on!"

"Agh!" He shrieked in turn, the searing pain in his loins redoubling as the gryphon's weight was suddenly added to his own. "Kira, ngh... y-... you're not helping!"

Kira gaped, and just as quickly she released the male, dropping back to the ground as she winced. "Sorry! Sorry! But it's going to eat you!"

The panther just groaned, trying to curl his legs around the Treehemoth's branches to relent on that horrible tearing pressure against his oft-abused nethers. Honestly, at this point he would welcome being eaten. One searing pain, and he could be put out of his misery. It would be like a sweet release, honestly. Perhaps not the same kind of sweet release he would get at, say, the Cat House in Karash, but still preferable to what was happening at this instant.

Kira whimpered a bit herself, ducking back to evade the lash of another broken clump of smoldering branches. She didn't know what to do! The beastkin had already tried dropping the world on this thing, and it was still trying to eat them. Even worse, it looked like the panther had given up entirely.

"Rhaelyn...!" The hen darted this way and that, trying to find an opening. But no, the thing seemed to have an endless supply of hooked branches and legs. "What do I doooo!?"

Rhaelyn just sighed one last time, trying to blot out the agony in his gut. He was fairly certain that his legs were broken, and he could only tell that his nethers hadn't ripped free because the beast was still holding him aloft by them. He... well, there was no choice. He was going to have to blow himself up.

He drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, his hands both curled tightly as he pressed his thumbs over the sheer black stones that were mounted on each middle finger. He knew what the void stones would do once he triggered them - he just never thought he would have to use them. Still, at the very least he could die knowing that the thing would die with him, and Kira would be safe. Distraught, yes. Sad? Maybe. But safe.

*Thok-Thok-THOK*

He ****** his eyes open, ears perked as the beast swayed. That wasn't the right sound at all! He had certainly never been at the center of an annihilation sphere, but he was fairly certain it didn't sound like-

"I've got you-whoof!" Kira crashed to the ground as the panther was hurled clear, just barely intercepting the beastkin before he could go tumbling across the landscape. They both skidded through the dirt, coming to an unceremonious halt as Kira managed to gouge her talons into the dirt like anchors.

Above them, the Treehemoth shrieked and swayed violently, and one by one the magical arrows that were neatly grouped at it's core detonated in a burst of brilliant white light. Suddenly weighted down by a ton of frost and ice, the creature shuddered as it keeled over off of the dirt path, crashing through the scorched woods like a toppled building.

There was a long moment of silence, but for the echoing of the wounded beast's thrashing, and even that stilled once the unnatural chill took hold. Finally, Rhaelyn managed a breathless wheeze, then a ragged cough, and his hand dipped between his thighs. Kira's hand had beaten him there, and she used her free hand to hug his head to her feathered chest.

"Sshh, it's fine Ser Rhaelyn." She crooned soothingly, "Everything is still there."

The panther just groaned - he would take her word at that, but the pain was still... something else. At the very least he could take consolation in the knowledge that the tree-beast hadn't mangled him maliciously - that, at least, meant the certain difference between being bruised and distended versus being ********* entirely.

"Hail, the traveler!" came the cry, and the sounds of a horse were obvious from the other side of the massive stone slab that was now blocking the path.

Rhaelyn started, an ear abruptly perked. His pain was momentarily forgotten - well, okay, it wasn't so much forgotten as it was very briefly blotted out. Kira looked quizzically to the male as he ****** himself upright into a sitting position.

He coughed twice, spit blood into the bushes, then drew in a deep breath before calling out in return. His voice was strong, albeit just a bit pitched and wavering. "Al? Is that you?"

And a pause, before the newcomer laughed. "Ray?"

Kira looked to Rhaelyn again, her voice low as she echoed that. "Ray?"

"It's just-" the panther grunted, wincing as he tried - and failed - to push back to his feet. He stayed on the ground, instead. "It's a whole thing with her. Just, nf... you'll see."

Kira blinked, her eartufts perked. Her? Al was a her? She had kind of assumed it was short for Albert.

There was the clop of hooves as the rider leaped atop the obstruction, then the clatter of metal on stone as she cleared it with remarkable ease. "Ha, I'd know that squeaky voice anywhere!"

The gryphon gaped at the newcomer - a centaur, and there was no doubt at all that she was... well... a she. Equine from the waist-down, the bulk of her body was that of a mare, ghost-white and festooned with heavy saddlebags. Above that, she had the partially humanoid build of the hairless creatures from the distant continent.

Oh sure, her shoulders were a little too broad, her nose a little too flat, but if Kira hadn't taken her all in at once she might have mistaken her for a human. Her hair was a brilliant, fiery orange - so long that it ran all the way to the small of her back - but bound into a tight ponytail to keep it out of her face. Her features were symmetrical and pleasant enough, not that the hen was one to judge, with only her oddly high-set and pointed ears being clear evidence of her equine heritage. Well, if you ignored everything below her waist.

Her garb was scant and simple, and she apparently wore nothing that did not serve a practical purpose. She bore a longbow in one hand, a quiver slung over one shoulder, metal bracers on each arm to protect them from the errant lash of the bowstring, and a taut-stretched leather halter to keep her very ample curves from bouncing free.

'Hrmf,' that little voice in Kira's head muttered. 'Going to have to make sure Rhaelyn doesn't stare at those too much.'

Kira grumbled in agreement, her head bobbing silently as she snuck a peek at the panther. Thankfully, he wasn't staring at them just yet.

"Alandrea," he grinned. "I can't believe it's you! What in the world are you doing all the way out here in the Gryphon Territories?"

She laughed again, the centaur filly trotting lightly around the panther and gryphon both as she peered down the shallow slope where the Treehemoth had fallen. It was still now, but she was certain that it wasn't dead. At a guess, she imagined that they had about half an hour before it shook off the effects of her magical arrows.

"Please, it's just Al." She smiled, "And hey, I could ask you the same dang thing!"

"What the hell just happened!?"

That last bit came from Kira, the hen finally finding her voice. She peered to the centaur, then the panther, and back again. "I'm sorry, but am I the only one that's upset about that tree that tried to eat us?"

"What, the Treehemoth?" Alandrea gestured dismissively, grinning as she shouldered her bow. "Yeah, those things can be a bitch and a half. Don't worry, though, that one's down for the count." And a pause, as she glanced back down the slope. "Course, we should probably get a move on before it wakes back up again."

Rhaelyn groaned as he settled back against the hen. "Is that what that thing was? I had my suspicions, but it was hard to be sure while it was trying to eat me whole."

"Naw, it would have taken three or four bites to eat you, big guy." The filly never stopped smiling, peering down at the runt of a gryphon now. She literally towered over the hen, and Kira had never before felt quite so self-conscious about her vertical handicap. "So, who's the featherduster?"

The panther coughed again, swiftly wiping his muzzle clean. The spells and the exertion of combat had taken their toll, but he was admirably resisting the urge to go fetal and cry. The appearance of his old traveling companion had given him new strength. "Nf, oh, ah... Kira? This is Al. Al, this is Kira. She's my, uh..."

The hen snorted, waiting patiently for the panther to decide how she was to be introduced. After a long moment of floundering however, she rolled her eyes and bobbed her head toward the filly. "I'm his bodyguard. Hi, I'm Kira."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ki!" Alandrea smiled broadly as she reached down with one offered hand. When the hen stared blankly at it, she withdrew it, offering a half-wave instead.

"Um, no, it's.. uh... it's Kira." She corrected.

Rhaelyn cleared his throat, nudging the hen lightly with his elbow as he murmured. "Don't. It won't help. It's, ah... I told you, it's a whole thing with her." And then louder, he addressed the centaur directly. "Nf... w-... well, it's great to see you, Al. You're right, we should get going, but... er... I think I lost my pack when that thing was flinging me about. Do you think you could...?"

"Go find it for you? Sure!" And the filly trotted off without a second thought, leaving the two alone for the moment.

Kira peered after the mare, still at a bit of a loss. "So that's Al? She's, uh... nice."

Rhaelyn chuckled softly, although the sound took some effort. "Nf... she takes... ah, she takes some getting used to. I'm just surprised she hasn't tried charging us for the rescue yet."

Kira blinked, looking back to Rhaelyn. "Charging us...?"

He rolled his eyes, but his head bobbed in confirmation. "She is absolutely the most cheerful and enthusiastic, nf, mercenary that you will ever meet. Just you wait and see."

"Oh, um..." she wasn't really sure how to take that. Technically, Kira was a mercenary too, right? "Yay?"

"Right. Yay." Rhaelyn grunted as he tried, and failed, to rise again. No, his legs weren't cooperating with him at all this time. Some brief inspection confirmed that, aside from the freshly bruised state of his most delicate organs, he appeared to have sprained both of his ankles as well. But at least they weren't broken.

"Look, Kira, whatever you do - don't tell her that my, er, balls are injured."

The hen arched a brow, her eartufts slicked forward toward the male. "What? Why not?"

"Just," and he stifled another groan as he finally slumped back down to the ground. "Just don't. As far as she's concerned, the fight with the Treehemoth injured my legs. She doesn't... nf... she doesn't need to know the rest."

She seemed uncertain, but she nodded anyway. "Well... okay, I guess."

"So hey!" Alandrea beamed as she trotted back up, the panther's pack in hand. She lobbed it onto the male's lap, seeming not to notice as his whole body cringed at the impact. "What the heck are you two doing way out here, anyway?"

Rhaelyn coughed and shuddered, his eyes closed tight as he once again found himself resisting the urge to curl into the fetal position.

"Uh..." Kira worked her beak for a moment, until it was obvious that the panther was in no state to respond, before taking the verbal lead herself. "Well, um, Ser Rhaelyn... um... Ray here was doing some kind of, uh, inter-species diplomacy-ing with the Shardclaw Tribe, and now The Queen wants to... I dunno... eat him?"

"Huh," the filly chewed on that for a second. "Well, I'll tell ya, our boy here never does anything small!" And she grinned again, thumbing toward the path. "So, you two need an escort then? I was just heading toward Ma'Karach anyway, so it wouldn't be no trouble."

The panther coughed, finding enough breath to speak once more. "I, nf... that'd... hf... that'd be great, Al. I just, uh..." and a wince as he carefully slid his pack off of his lap. "What's the catch?"

Alandrea went wide-eyed, all innocence and sparkles - and Kira couldn't help but like her a little more. "Why Ray, I'm hurt! I'm downright scandalized! What kind of monster would I be to leave my very dear friend and his loyal bodyguard by the roadside to be eaten alive by trees?"

Rhaelyn snorted, his ears twitching forward. "Al..."

And she rolled her eyes, grinning as she gave a casual shrug of her shoulders. "Well, those arrows I just used up cost five gold apiece. Course, they were also part of a matched set of twelve, so the net value goes down now that I've only got nine of'em left. Plus, y'know, I will be going a LITTLE out of my way to get you back to your clanhome, so..."

The panther gingerly rubbed his temple, trying to stave off the renewed beginnings of a headache. There it was, though. Alandrea was nothing if not predictable. "I can make you more arrows, Al."

"Not like these ones," she protested. "These are-"

"Mark-3 Frostburst Arrows, 'aught-five vintage from... what, the Hinterlands?"

The filly grinned, her hands set on her equine hips. "How the heck d'you do that, Ray?"

"I'm a wizard" he grunted, simply. "You used three, so I'll make you six."

She frowned a little, but even with the frown on her face her eyes were still smiling. "There's twelve in a set, Ray."

"No," he rolled his eyes. "There's twenty in a set, so your set was already broken up. But look, I'll make you ten. It's only fair that you know this might get... dangerous."

"Heck, more dangerous than a rampaging Treehemoth?" she grinned. "Ten sounds plenty fair. Come on, let's get a'moving, then. Time is money!"

Kira blinked, finally coming out of her shell-shocked silence. "W-... what just... what just happened?"

Rhaelyn snorted, "It's called haggling, Kira."

The hen cocked her head, pondering on that. She was really going to have to look into this 'haggling' thing. It seemed... useful.

Alandrea trotted back about, having fully circled the massive stone slab that was blocking the road. "Hey, you two coming or what?"

"Al, if you'd just hold still for a second, you'd know that-"

"Rhaelyn hurt his legs!" Kira blurted out, interrupting the panther. She wasn't supposed to say anything about his balls, she reminded herself. Nothing about his balls. "The tree hurt his legs, and nothing else!"

The centaur seemed a little taken aback at the hen's volume. "I, uh, Ray?"

Rhaelyn sighed, rubbing his temple again. Clearly the hen needed some lessons in subtlety as well. "Ah, yes, Kira is correct. I appear to have sprained both of my ankles, so I will be requiring some assistance."

She grinned, rolling her shoulders in another casual shrug. "Well heck, is that all?" She wheeled about, her hoofed legs working in tandem as she presented her flank. "Hop on! I'll have you two out of here so fast it'll make your heads spin!"

The panther balked, more than a little concerned about the effect that bareback riding might have on his already abominably sore groin, but... "Nf, I, uh... don't think that's a good idea."

"Don't be silly," she scolded the beastkin. "You won't slow me down none! Heck, I could carry five of ya without even getting winded."

"I, uh..." he floundered, trying to think of any reason that might dissuade the filly. Well, any reason other than the real one. Were there any alternatives?

"Ain't no alternatives, Ray. Not unless you want me to tie your heels to my saddlebags so I can drag you all the way back to town." Her arms crossed just below her breasts, in a gesture of stubborn finality. "Come on, you know a filly like me doesn't let just ANYone mount up. You're gonna hurt my feelings."

He sighed, his ears drooped as he cast about for a defense against that reasoning. He looked to Kira, but she was certainly no help - in fact, it looked like she was barely managing to keep herself from bursting into laughter. He muttered faintly, raised his hands in resignation, and nodded. "Fine, you're right."

"Course I'm right," Alandrea beamed. She caught the male by the hands, hefted him to his feet with deceptive strength, then shifted her grip to his waist. Twisting halfway about with impressive flexibility, she then deposited the panther non-too-gently onto her back. "There you go."

"G-... guh," Rhaelyn managed. His eyes were already watering as he settled into place, straddling the mare's back. The positioning was a little awkward - her saddlebags were where a saddle might normally have gone, so he was positioned a little further up along her back just over her equine shoulders and just shy of the joint between her equine and human halves.

The centaur arched her brow, glancing at the sniggering gryphon, then back over her shoulder at the male. "You comfy? Sorry I ain't got a saddle for ya."

The panther coughed faintly, leaning forward to slump against the mare's human half. His breathing was already labored, and he was loath to imagine how he might feel after a few hours of this, but... "Ng... f-... fine, it's fine."

"Great!" she grinned, reaching back to catch his arms and pull them about her waist. "You just hold on tight, here, but don't let your paws wander none. Keep it above the waist and below the bust, elsewise I'm gonna buck you up."

"R-... right," he wheezed. "Wouldn't, nf... dream of it. How long do you...?"

Alandrea pursed her lips, her equine ears perked as she did a few quick calculations in her head. "Oh, well, I figger we're about twelve, maybe fifteen hours out as long as we don't run into no more Treehemoths. I reckon we'll have you back to civilization by, say, tomorrow 'round lunchtime, and back to Ma'Karach by dinner?"

"G-... great," he echoed the filly's sentiment, but abruptly went breathless as she set back into motion. It was only a trot, but the jostling and vibrations running through his swollen orbs was already nauseating. He stifled a groan, head bowed as he planted the top of his skull between the mare's upper set of shoulder blades.

Another day - a day of THIS. He... he was fairly certain he could manage that. Probably.

And at his side, keeping pace with the the centaur filly, Kira could only giggle.

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An hour later, the battle repeated itself. The Treehemoth was there, but it's prey was different.

"Hf... hf... the hell was that?" Jarol snarled, his talons crooked to rake twigs from his mane. He was uncharacteristically vocal, but for good reason. A tree had just tried to eat him.

Quetzyl hissed, hacking into the fallen monster twice more, her diamond-hard claws shearing through it's wooden flesh like a hot knife through butter. Her head dipped, her jagged beak bit down, and she wrenched it's sap-drenched heart free.

The Treehemoth shuddered, then fell still for the last time.

The larger drake approached cautiously, his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The thing had caught him by surprise, and he was fairly certain it had broken several of his ribs before Quetzyl had swooped in to tear it to pieces.

He stifled a groan as he stretched out his left wing. No, it wasn't broken, but there was definitely a torn muscle right near the base. That was going to be... problematic.

The scaled hen spit the beakful of wood and sap from her maw, making a distasteful retching sound as she tried to get the taste off of her tongue. It was infuriating - if something was going to try to kill her, it could at least have the common decency to be made of blood and meat.

As daunting as the tree-beast had been, it had been woefully outclassed. Quetzyl's sleek frame was armored with glistening feather-like scales, her muscles were like corded steel, and her talons rivaled the finest blades. The Treehemoth, on the other hand, had been wounded and half-frozen when the two hunters had stumbled upon it.

Quetzyl sneered, "Will you live?"

Jarol grunted, prowling along one side of the fallen creature. Quetzyl wasn't even looking at him, so he was hard-pressed to imagine that she really cared about the state of his health. "I'll live."

"Good," her voice grated in a low trill, one slit-pupil swiveling about to fix on the larger drake. Despite his best efforts, Jarol couldn't help but shiver. She was... well, there was a reason why no hunter had ever challenged Quetzyl for command of her hunting party.

"If you ssslow me down, then I will feed you your heart."

"Rf... right." He grunted, his gaze averted as he looked for tracks. While the average gryphon's sense of smell was substandard, their eyesight was almost unparalleled, and he almost immediately picked out the signs of hoofprints.

"Here," he uttered, circling the clearest of the tracks.

Quetzyl took another few seconds to scrape the blood-like sap from her beak and scales, then hopped down heavily from the dead monster's carcass. "Hss... one rider," and a pause as her gaze flitted to the Treehemoth. "An archer. The beasstkin rode with him, and the rogue followed on foot."

Jarrol considered that, absently flexing his wounded wing. "Rf... a friend?"

Quetzyl growled low, the throbbing rumble not unlike the sound of a dozen rattlesnakes caught in her throat. "Doessn't matter, we will kill them too."

"We should... rr..." Jarol hesitated as the hen looked to him, both of her eyes blazing with barely restrained rage. He lowered his head, trying to make it clear that he wasn't defying her will. "Should we... rr... go back for more hunterrs?"

She snorted at that, her wings bristling behind her. "Iss no time. With a horsse, they will be beyond our reach within a day."

The drake slouched a bit, his gaze averted. "But..."

"Turn back if you want, coward." Her eyes were narrowed, her voice a low and lethal hiss. "But I will purssue and I will finish thiss."

Jarol almost took her up on that offer, whether it might brand him a coward or not. This was insane. There were three now - an archer, a wizard, and the rogue gryphon, and they were only two. On top of that, the hen was clearly growing imbalanced, he was wounded, and their packmate was more than likely dead by now.

"Ah... no," he uttered. He resigned himself to continuing the chase. He knew that the offer had not been genuine - if he tried to back out, Quetzyl would almost certainly rend him limb from limb. "I will continue the hunt."

Quetzyl sneered, looking down on her companion. "Good, then we will continue together. We will take them tonight, when the moon iss at it'ss height." She swept her wings out, and with a powerful sweep she lept atop the massive stone that seemed to be blocking their path. She peered in the direction she was certain that her prey had gone.

"In the darknesss, their archer will be usselesss. You will take the rogue, and I will handle the wizard..." And she smiled, her jagged beak twisted into an ugly expression. She knew just how to stop the wizard before he could even lift a finger. She had watched the hated rogue do it, and now those secrets were hers.

She rasped softly with an almost silent hiss of pleasure. This was going to be fun.

And behind her, Jarol laboriously pulled himself atop the stone as well. It was hard with his injuries, but he managed it before he could draw the hen's ire. Still, he sighed.

This was going to be a disaster.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Your best chapter yet!
One important, tiny sentence, “And then a tree fell on him,” followed by a brilliant pace acceleration!

[Mythical Pain]

Awesome stuff! Haven't yet caught up all the way on the latest one, need to do so. But loving what I've read from you lately, Saga! Gotta Fav 'em up when I get a chance over on SF.

[SagaDC]

The kind comments are much appreciated, Alec and MP. The latest chapter was definitely a change of pace from the norm, but it was just as much fun to write as the preceding chapters. I almost thought about trying to make the serious parts of the story a touch more serious, but... I think I've found a nice groove with the tongue-in-cheek tone.

Now I just need to make sure that the next chapter manages to somehow top this one!

[SagaDC]

I already had this little one-off story half finished, so I went ahead and wrote up the rest of it. Since Part VII of A Gryphon's Tail didn't have much in the way of busting (relatively speaking), this should make up for it. And hey, I've had one or two people request more of The Twins from 'One Night at the Cat House', so this should hopefully satisfy them.

I also seem to have missed on posting another part of my 'Tales from the Cat House' series here. One involving a full-framed husky and a very willing tiger. I'll have to put that one up a bit later. :P



Tales from the Cat House

Fox Hunting

"Step right up," Kavah shouted, offering a sharp-toothed grin to the few beastkin who glanced in his direction. "Step right up 'nd try your luck! Odds're three-to-one, but a clever beast wit' fast eyes and a fast mind is apt to double his coin in a minute!"

He paused for breath, one triangular ear twitching as carefully watched the crowd. Yes, two or three of the felines in the crowd had glanced in his direction, but just as quickly they returned to their shopping.

Kavah sighed, his bushy tail drooped and his ears folded back against his head as he took stock of his coin purse. He had been working this scam for five hours now, and he had only a handful of copper and silver coins to show for it. Granted, it was a simple scam involving three shells and a piku nut, but he hadn't expected the locals to catch on quite so quickly.

The fox rocked back onto his heels, his clawed fingers drumming lightly against the edge of his makeshift booth. It was little more than an upended packing crate that he had liberated from an alley between shops, but it served its purpose. Besides, if the guards took notice he'd have to pack up and move along in a hurry - his profits were already meager enough without having to take things like 'taxes' or 'permits' into account.

Even under the best of circumstances, he'd have to move on within a month or so. By then, the locals would generally be irate enough at his suspiciously long winning streaks that lynching became a very real concern. Still, he might have to move along even earlier than that, this time. There just weren't enough fish biting.

Not to say that there was NOTHING keeping him in Ma'Karach. There were the girls. Ma'Karach was one of the few cities still dominated by feline beastkin, and Kavah wasn't the least bit embarrassed to admit that he... appreciated their charms.

Oh sure, he could always visit White Palm at the desert's edge, but then he'd have to put up with the sand and the heat. And there was Stillwater Port to the north, but he still had a bounty on his head there, after that... misunderstanding with the Captain of the Guard's daughter. A shame, too, because she had been cute.

No, Ma'Karach - or Karash, to the locals - was definitely the most ideal hunting ground. The presence of the Clan Houses and the noble families made for a unique breed of young noblewomen and dilettantes who were both naive and adventurous enough to find him quite charming. And hey, the fact that twelve of the fifteen Clan Houses were dominated by felines was just a bonus.

"Ha ha, hey there cutie!"

Kavah grinned as he took stock of the new arrival. "Cyrena, I was just thinkin' about'cha."

The young pantheress draped her arms about the fox in a quick embrace, although she was just as quick to release him. She was the only daughter of the Clan fa Soren, so it wouldn't do to have inappropriate rumors flying about the marketplace.

Still, she dared to peck him on the nose with a quick kiss. "I've been thinking about you too!"

Kavah's tail swayed behind him, an obvious register of his mood. Sure he had been grim and moody just a moment ago, but now he had an eager - and shapely - pantheress who he knew would hang on his every word. Sure he was already seeing three other girls in Ma'Karach, but Cyrena was definitely his favorite.

He offered his most charming smile, leaning lightly over the improvised table as he looked her up and down. She was a fetching feline, slim and athletic, but curved in all the right places. Her dress was certainly modest, some green silk number likely made by the local Weaver's Guild, but the collar was cut just low enough to make any male's eyes wander. She was a little on the tall side, but Kavah was the last beastkin to ever complain about that kind of thing - it just meant that the most important curves were at eye-level.

"Well you've just brightened my day, luv."

Cyrena blushed, her hands clasped as she looked away. She was almost impossibly attractive, and the fox honestly couldn't imagine why the young femme had not yet been married off by her ridiculous clan. Politics. Honestly. Still, their loss was his gain.

"Stop, you're making me blush!" she purred. Her eyes brightened, however, as she took in the odd little booth that the foxkin seemed to be manning. "What's all this, Kavah-honey?"

"Oh, this?" he grinned. "Just a little game I play to pass the time."

Cyrena looked confused, her lips pursed in a little pout as her eyes flitted over the neatly lined shells. "How does it work?"

"Like this," he smiled. His nimble fingers set to the makeshift counter-top, one fingertip set to each of the three shells. In a single, swift motion he upended all three, revealing that one had a simple piku nut beneath it. "Do you see that shell? The one with the nut in it?"

The pantheress watched with rapt interest, her tailtip flicking back and forth like a cat that had just sighted a mouse. "Yes?"

The fox chuckled, and in another swift motion all three shells were flipped down again, concealing the piku nut. "Watch the shell with the nut in it."

Cyrena bit her lower lip, already looking confused. "Um, okay?"

And then he began to move the shells about in small circles, back and forth, around each other, and eventually back into a straight line. He grinned, one black-tipped ear perked as he watched the female's face. "Now... which shell has the piku nut under it?"

"Oh," she bit her lip again, looking uncertain. "I don't know. Your fingers were moving so fast!"

Kavah laughed, his ears slanting forward as he gestured. "Come on, Rena. You're the smartest gal I know - that's why I love ya. Now go on, I'll bet you know exactly which one'a these shells has the nut in it. Go ahead and pick."

Cyrena pouted again, but when it became obvious that the fox wasn't going to help her any further, she finally pointed uncertainly. "That one?"

The fox looked to the shell she had indicated - he knew it was the wrong one. That hardly mattered, though. He made a show of flipping up the other two shells first, palming the piku nut before it could roll out onto the table, then he offered an almost wolfish grin as he tapped the last one.

"Well, it looks like you must've been right. The other two shells have nothin' under 'em."

Cyrena laughed, delighted. "Really? Well let's see it, then!"

Kavah deftly plucked the last shell from the table, and in the same motion a silver chain with a heart-shaped locket slipped into its place. "Oh, well, would'ja look at that. It looks like you've won more than just a piku nut!"

The pantheress marveled, her greed briefly betraying her as she snatched up the necklace that had almost magically appeared. "Oh, Kavah, it's beautiful!"

The fox smiled, "Not as beautiful as you, Rena."

And he meant it, too. He had a dozen of those things. The silver was paper-thin, layered over lead for weight, but he always made sure that the girls he fancied were dumb enough to not know the difference between real and fake. It looked like he had once again judged correctly.

She smiled, blushing delicately once more as she barely suppressed a purr. "Can I keep it?"

"Of course!" Kavah laughed, "You won it fair 'nd square! First winner today, in fact. Just a shame that there ain't more folks willing to take a chance to win something just as pretty."

Cyrena beamed, twirling about and raising the silvery chain up about her neck. Kavah obligingly reached across the booth to clasp it in place for her, and she twirled back about. "Well I'm going to tell ALL of my friends about your wonderful game, and we can see if any of them are as clever as I am."

"Oh, I doubt they are," the fox chuckled.

The pantheress leaned in to give the fox a quick and affectionate swipe of her tongue, but he caught her before she could retreat back into the marketplace. "Oh, ah, Rena. I was just wonderin' if you could do somethin' for me..."

She blinked, "Of course!"

He offered a toothy grin, head cocked a little as he mused. "Well, I'm stuck at the booth all day, so before you go runnin' off to tell your friends about me..."

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"What's he doing now?" Mia fidgeted impatiently, jockeying for position behind the empty cookware booth. The vendor had wandered off for lunch leaving the stand unattended, so the twins had chosen that spot to spy from.

Tia squinted, her large ears twitching as she shushed her sister. "She's... oh, yes, he's just asked her if she'll buy him lunch. Now he's assuring her that he'll pay her back."

Mia scowled, fidgeting moreso. She had been crouching behind the cookware counter for what seemed like half an hour now, and her legs were starting to cramp up. "That bastard. He hasn't changed a bit."

"Oh, and he's given her a locket." Tia amended. The elder siamese beastkin twitched her tail lightly, glancing down at her crouching sister. "It looks an awful lot like yours."

"No..." Mia looked a little crestfallen, "But he said he got this just for-"

Tia frowned, patting her sister lightly atop the head.

The younger Siamese grumbled, her ears slicked flat. "Well, it's a crappy necklace anyway. Not even real silver."

Tia smiled again, turning her attention back to her stealthy observation. "Oh, and now she's left. This is as good a chance as we're apt to get, Mia, so it has to be now or never."

The younger twin offered a toothy grin in return, the glint in her eye more than a little sinister. She rose, uttering a soft groan as her cramped muscles stretched back out, and she smoothed her dress.

"Now be careful with that," Tia chided her sister. "That's one of my favorite dresses."

"Oh yeah?" Mia asked, peering down at the slinky black garment. It was sheer, scant, and nearly translucent in places. To be honest, it was so risque that it was almost something a whore might wear to attract clients, but since Mia worked at a brothel that didn't really bother her.

Tia smiled, bobbing her head slightly. "From Kavah, yes. So he's going to think that you're me, and that will give you your opening."

The younger twin arched her brows, absently plucking at the fabric of her garment. It really was nice. Nice enough that it might actually boost her profits back at the Cat House. "Hey, do you think if I started going out with Kavah again, he'd get me one of these...?"

Tia arched her brow, her hands setting to her hips as she eyed her sibling. For a split second, it almost seemed as if she was channeling their mother. "Really?"

Mia's ears drooped, and she looked a little sullen. "Well, it was just a thought." And she perked right back up, "Well, at least I'll still get to kick Kavah in the nuts!"

Her elder sister laughed, briefly mussing Mia's hair with one hand. "Yes yes, you go and have fun. Just remember, you don't actually want to cripple him."

"Aww, come on..." Mia whined.

Tia tapped her nose, smartly. "No, absolutely not. That's just trouble that we don't need. Besides, I'll be coming in right after you, and I want to do some damage too. That can't happen if you've already ********* him."

The younger twin pursed her lips, frowning a little as she tried to bargain. "Well maybe I could just crush one of them...?"

Tia giggled softly, a hand set to her muzzle. "Well, if you have that kind of precision, then I suppose I'd like to see it. But... still."

"Yeah yeah," the younger Siamese muttered. "I get it, MOM."

The elder of the two considered that. Did she really sound like their mother? No, of course not. Their mother was the madame and proprietor of The Cat House. Honestly, if she knew what Kavah had done, she'd fully advocate kicking his puppymakers until they burst.

"Er," she hesitated, then she shook her head. Eartips flushed, she patted Mia on the rump. "Off you go. Have fun. Leave some for me!"

Mia grinned, slipping out from behind the booth and sashaying her way across the marketplace. Already she could feel five - no, six - pairs of eyes affixed to her body, and she hadn't even gotten her target's attention yet.

She took long, measured strides, the wooden heels of her delightful knee-high boots clacking against the cobblestones with each step. It had taken her all morning to lace them up, but it was going to be worth it once she got a chance to use them.

"Oh," she feigned surprise as she deliberately stumbled. With a deft twitch of her hand, her necklace - the locket that Kavah had given her the year prior - fell from her thin neck and skittered across the ground in front of the fox's booth. "My necklace!"

Kavah noticed it, of course. He had been watching the siamese beastkin since she had come within earshot, although he had been loathe to approach her. Yes she was quite fetching - even moreso with that dress and those boots - but he remembered well the last time he had chanced upon her and her sister. It had taken him a week to recover.

Mia twitched her whiskers, a little annoyed that the fox wasn't rising to the bait, but she wasn't ready to give up just yet. She moved just a dozen paces from the booth where her necklace had landed, turned her back to the fox as if she hadn't noticed him, and then leeeeeaned over to pick the piece of jewelry back up.

The fox watched attentively, his ears bolt upright as he was caught unawares. The dress was already short at both front and back, and that languid stretch was enough to pull the hem up until the feline's panties were visible. They were silk, apparently, just like her dress - but white in contrast to the immodest garment's black.

Maybe it WAS worth chancing another encounter with the twins. Or one of them, at least.

"Here, lemme get that for ya." He grinned as he moved about to intercept the feline. He ducked down, plucking up the necklace - and a familiar looking one, at that - before holding it out for the siamese.

Mia smiled, fluttering her lashes in a look that she knew could melt a man's heart or set their loins ablaze. She was slow to rise, too, because she knew that the fox's position above her gave him an absolutely perfect view right down the front of her dress. "Oh, Kavah. Is that you?"

The fox swallowed hard, his grin wavering ever so slightly. Which of the twins was this? He couldn't remember if he had given a locket to one or both of them, but that dress... no, he distinctly remembered that he had only given that to one of them. The older one, with the slightly larger breasts.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in ages!" He grinned, and a pause as his grin faded ever so slightly. "Not since, uh..."

"Oh, well..." Mia feigned blushing, trying to think on how her elder sibling would react. Her ears twitched to the sides, her gaze averted, and she wrung her hands together as if she were worried about what the fox might think. "Ah, that was all a misunderstanding."

Kavah twitched one ear, trying to keep his eyes on the feline's face - but... well, she WAS looking away, so he allowed himself another quick glance down her top. His tail swaying behind him, he grinned a little wider. "Well, thats a relief. It's been killin' me, knowin' that you thought I would ever hurt you."

"Well..." Mia set one palm to her cheek, as if trying to cover a blush. "I would have looked for you, to apologize, but... my sister..."

The fox tried his utmost to look sympathetic, his ears slanted forward as he took one of the feline's hands. This was perfect. More than perfect. "Tia, look, your sister was just jealous. I never told you this, but when we were seeing eachother... she tried to seduce me."

Mia blinked, her ears twitching forward as she looked at the fox incredulously. "Really?" And her free hand balled into a fist, which set in turn against her rounded hip. "I did?"

Kavah furrowed his brow, looking confused for a split second - but his eyes widened as realization swiftly dawned. "Oh, wait, you're-!?"

The younger siamese smirked, taking firm hold of the fox's hand before he could even think to cover himself up. Remembering how her sister had said she'd done things, she flicked her gaze downward to gauge distance, then flattened out one hand as she slapped the male broadly across the face.

"You jerk!" she shouted, a scowl on her dainty muzzle. She had to suppress a smile as she saw several of the market-goers suddenly looking in their direction. Now that they had an audience, she knew full well that the fox would be much warier about fighting back.

Kavah's hand predictably went to his cheek as he tried to rub away the sting - honestly, the scrawny feline had managed to slap him a lot harder than he ever imagined she could have. It was all he could do to blink away surprised tears of pain. "H-.. hey, watch it you b-!"

The siamese frowned, her gaze flicking lower again. Tia had been right, he was so outraged and off-balance from the slap that he wasn't making any effort to protect himself lower. She allowed herself the faintest smirk, then stepped forward to swing her barely-clad leg upward in one smooth motion.

"Awk!" The fox managed a brief, strangled yelp as the feline's booted foot struck home. It wasn't a precise blow, but it struck with enough force to bring the tears on in earnest. Kavah's eyes bulged, then crossed ever so slightly as slumped down onto his knees. Honestly, he would have collapsed entirely, if the female hadn't been holding so tightly onto his one outstretched hand.

He coughed, his ears flattened and his muzzle twisted into a pained grimace as the pain of the impact caught up with the rest of his body. His stomach was in knots and he could already feel bile rising in the back of his throat, but the real punishment was lower. He wasn't entirely sure just what kind of shoes the girl from the Cat House was wearing, but it felt like she had hit him with a mallet!

Mia grinned a little, before remembering that she was supposed to look distraught. The kick had been perfect! Maybe a little off center, because she wasn't used to mincing about in those lovely but impractical boots, but the thick wooden wedge set just below her toes had certainly done its job. From the look on his face, Kavah clearly agreed.

She sniffed, continuing with her pre-scripted public drama. "Mind your language, you mongrel! I can't believe you called me a bitch-" and a brief pause. Had he actually gotten that word out? Ah well, she could hardly be blamed for jumping the gun a little.

Kavah groaned, his one free hand desperately grasping at his stricken nethers. "Nngh, M-... Mia, I didn't..." and another guttural groan as an agonized spasm spiked through his loins. She had done a number on him, and it honestly felt like his right nut had taken the full brunt of the devious feline's fury. He had only been kicked perhaps a half-dozen times in his life, but this one easily topped the charts.

Mia pursed her lips, her whiskers twitching as she put on an expectant demeanor. "Didn't what? I'm listening, Kavah."

The fox shuddered, slumping a bit against the feline's gripping hand, and Mia actually staggered a little as she tried to keep the male on his knees. He seemed to want nothing more than to curl up on the ground, but she wasn't about to let THAT happen. "Oh gods, my balls...!"

The siamese scowled, her black-furred tail lashing behind her as she tried to feign irritation. Really, she was having the time of her life, but thankfully her time at the Cat House had turned her into a halfway decent actor. "Well if your balls are the only thing you can think of, then let's just see how you act once you've lost them!"

She smirked despite her efforts to keep up her 'outraged' demeanor, a faint gleam in her eye as she glanced back downward. The male was on his knees and he had one hand positioned defensively, but she was fairly certain she could swing another kick below his guard if-

"What are you doing!?"

Mia's ears skewed as her sister suddenly appeared on the scene. Really, her elder sibling couldn't have given her five more seconds? Maybe ten?

"Oh Tia," Kavah managed to whimper. "Thank the gods!"

"Get away from him," the elder twin hissed, and Mia backed away reluctantly. Tia's clawed fingers curled about the male's collar and she hauled him unsteadily to his feet, bearing him backward until his makeshift booth was at his back. He had nowhere to retreat to, even if his legs WERE working.

"I can't believe you were just hitting on my sister!" Tia snarled, her eyes narrowed to slits as she leaned in almost nose-to-nose with the slightly shorter beastkin.

"W-... what!?" Kavah actually managed to sound outraged at the accusation! Granted, his voice was distinctly lilted and cracked halfway through the word, but his eyes were wide and his ears bolt upright. He was appalled at the accusation! Absolutely appalled!

Tia scowled, looking to her younger sister first - but Mia just gave her a sly smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

"Oh, he absolutely did." she purred, "Couldn't stop trying to look down my dress."

"Is this true?" Tia frowned, looking back to- well no, she wasn't eying the fox now, she had picked out the shortest and most easily intimidated member of the slowly growing audience to their little public performance.

"I, uh..." the diminutive sandcat beastkin fidgeted, suddenly on the spot. The sisters were pretty, sure, but at the moment they were absolutely terrifying, and it didn't help that they were both easily a foot taller than he was. "Erm, yes, I saw it. He looked down her dress."

That was all Tia needed to hear. She looked back to the cringing fox, her expression lethally cool as she swung back one hand. Predictably, the fox winced and raised his hands to ward off the impending slap, but it never came.

The elder siamese almost laughed, but she bit it back. Someday the fox would understand how this move worked, but until then he was going to be amazingly easy to punish. She waited a split second before lowering her hand again, instead raising her knee into his crotch.

Kavah barely managed a whine this time, although his whole body bucked with the impact. He folded at the waist, his face planted against the surprised feline's chest as he reflexively doubled over. Thankfully the strike had been less potent than Mia's, but that was hardly any consolation given that he had barely gotten any time to recover from the vicious younger sibling's snap kick.

"H-... hey, get off of me!" Tia shoved the fox away, and he managed to stagger a few steps before catching himself against his booth. The whole thing wavered but held, and the beastkin planted his muzzle against the tabletop as he uttered an inarticulate groan. Several of the other beastkin in the audience echoed the sentiment, groaning in sympathy - but none moved to intercede.

"And... let that be a lesson to you!" Tia scolded, looking just a little embarrassed. It wasn't an act this time, she really was a little embarrassed to be doing this in front of so many people. It had sounded fun when they were planning it out, but now it just seemed a little... er... awkward.

"Yeah, you jerk!" Mia crowed, stepping past her sister to give the fox another swift kick. He was folded over the counter of his booth, his back to the feline, with his rump raised just high enough to make for an irresistible target. Sure she had promised Tia that she'd only kick him once, but... what the hell, right?

The younger siamese aimed low, of course, her oversized ears perked as she slammed the toe of her boot just below the male's limply hanging tail. Her swing struck with deceptive accuracy, hitting just behind his defensively curled fingers to crush his already aching nuggets right back into his body.

"Ng!" Kavah grunted, but he was just too breathless to cry out this time. The kick was enough to propel him right over the counter of his booth and then the entire rickety platform collapsed beneath him, sending him crashing to the cobblestone street.

"Mia!" the elder Siamese scolded, grasping her sibling by the wrist. Honestly, they weren't trying to actually neuter the poor fox! "Let's go, we're leaving!"

"Oh come on," Mia protested! She hadn't even gotten to use the heels of her boot yet. Sure, she didn't really have any idea on how to bring them to bear, but it seemed like such a shame to leave those thick blocks of wood unused.

Kavah uttered a wheezing cough, half-curled against the street as he clutched his crushed delicates. He tried to rise, to fight back - or maybe just to get away - but he had barely managed to push himself up to his elbows before the contents of his tortured stomach came rushing up. He gagged weakly, then vomited against the curb.

"Ew, okay." Mia wrinkled up her nose, her whiskers twitching distastefully. "Yeah, let's go."

The two turned, swiftly moving to make their exit before any talk about summoning the guards could begin. Mia paused, though, her eye fixed on a petite pantheress that had just arrived on the scene.

"Nice necklace," Mia sneered. "I've got one just like it. It's made of lead, y'know."

Cyrena's shock dissolved, and confusion swiftly took it's place. What exactly had she missed while she was off fetching the fox's lunch? "Excuse me?"

Tia frowned ever so slightly, still looking a little embarrassed. Her gaze averted, she murmured. "Ah, you must be the OTHER girlfriend. Apologies, m'lady. He's all yours now, we've just broken up with him."

The panther's brows arched as confusion was replaced by some semblance of understanding, her jaw dropped a little. "W-... what?"

Mia leered, "But hey, once he gets you to sleep with him, maybe he'll buy you a dress just like this-mf!" She was cut off as Tia none-too-gently wrapped a hand over her muzzle.

The elder siamese blushed, her ears flicking back. "W-... we'll just be going now. Come, Mia."

Kavah groaned again, as breath slowly returned. The crowd was dispersing, and the feeling was slowly returning to his extremities. Still, the ache in his groin was dreadful, and an oddly searing pain in one of his nuts - he couldn't tell which one - was ungodly. He barely even noticed as Cyrena slipped over to his side.

"K-... Kavah?" she murmured uncertainly. "Are you alright?"

He groaned, shuddering again as agony roiled in his gut. His brain was dulled with pain, but he really couldn't help but think that those wicked sisters had crushed something beyond repair. He didn't even resist as Cyrena slipped a paw between his thighs, her other arm curling about his waist as she helped him to his feet.

She sighed, "Come on, Kavah. Let's get you out of here."

He nodded mutely, coughing again as he leaned heavily against the pantheress. At least there were SOME femmes who were still on his side. Hell, he couldn't help but think that he might still be able to turn this around. Maybe he could even get a sympathy lay out of this.

And she deftly isolated the male's swollen orbs with her lower-placed hand, bearing down just hard enough to make the fox utter a sickly squeal. There was no tenderness in that touch.

"And Kavah," she frowned. "We really need to talk."

[jabby]

Saga *gasp*, slow down *pant*! Think of the chafing!

(seriously, don't slow down :) amazing stories and absolutely mindblowing you can write so much so quickly)

[SagaDC]

Ha, sorry. I guess I've just been in a 'mood' lately. I swear, I normally take forever to finish anything. :P

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

I already had this little one-off story half finished, so I went ahead and wrote up the rest of it. Since Part VII of A Gryphon's Tail didn't have much in the way of busting (relatively speaking), this should make up for it. And hey, I've had one or two people request more of The Twins from 'One Night at the Cat House', so this should hopefully satisfy them.

I also seem to have missed on posting another part of my 'Tales from the Cat House' series here. One involving a full-framed husky and a very willing tiger. I'll have to put that one up a bit later. :P


Yet another fine tale, of blows beneath the tail!
You’re churning stories out faster than I can make the time to read them.

[SagaDC]

Never saw this one before. Pokemon oriented, almost entirely M/M. Lot of naughtiness going on there, but the busting is at dead center. Art style looks familiar, like Fallen Arts work, but I can't be certain.

http://wildcritters.ws/post/show/25627/

[SagaDC]

Plugging away at the final chapter of A Gryphon's Tail, and it's getting to be a handful. At the moment, it clocks in at about 130kb, which puts it at roughly two times longer than any other chapter. I've written the bulk of it, and editing has begun in earnest, but I'm wrestling with the 'tone' a little.

Looking at the numbers I've racked up on SoFurry, it's safe to say that Chapter IV was probably the most popular. The numbers are similar on FurAffinity, but not quite as drastic. Since that's the chapter that involved the skirmish against the hunters, and the lone instance of someone losing an... 'egg'... I've let that color my writing for the final installment a bit. There's a vicious struggle ahead, and not everyone may walk away fully intact, but I've yet to nail down the final details. Not to worry, though - while there will certainly be drama, it will also be interspersed with my odd sense of humor to keep the mood light at times. :P

In the meantime, here's the second installment of the Tales From The Cat House series. For some reason I forgot to post it here, which is a little odd since this is a forum created for the explicit purpose of Female Domination. This story is a bit unusual for me, because I decided that I was overdue to introduce a male character who actually WANTS to be mangled, but it was still a lot of fun to write. It also gave me the chance to introduce Veridia, or Veri, who will feature in future stories - and has already been mentioned in a few of the previous ones.

Ahem, at any rate, the story is right below. It's a bit 'harder' than my usual offerings as well, since I'm experimenting with varying degrees of, er, harshness. Hopefully those of you who like my fantastical tales will enjoy this one as well.

EDIT - Huh, that's weird. I've never seen the forum auto-censor words before. Tried to fix it, but it just censored them again. Maybe that's why I didn't end up posting the story the first time around. Er... whenever the weird blocks of asterisks pop up, it appears to be because it's censoring words that might imply ****, I guess? But censorship without context is kind of odd. I'm... really not going to think to hard about why those particular words are being blanked out. To see the uncensored version, you may have to visit my page on FA or SF. :\

Double EDIT - Okay, so, I guess any word that implies non-consensual sex is now taboo. Not, mind you, that the story actually contains non-consensual sex. In fact, it contains the exact opposite in a way, since it has two very willing beastkin. Any word that seems to imply the non-consensual sort of crime, though, is being automatically censored. That leaves the story filled with weird chunks of asterisks, thanks to my regular use of adjectives. Taking it back down for now, because I don't want to be accused of trying to dodge the Censorship Filter or whatever.

Triple Edit Combo! - Yeah, reviewing the latest postings, it looks like it must have been a recent change. If you scan the forums, it's turned a number of the thread titles into nonsense. Weird. I notice that the stories I just posted a few days ago aren't censored, though, so I guess it wasn't retroactive. I mean, seriously, the words being censored CAN be used with extremely negative connotations, I suppose. Still, it seems a little silly.

Like: He was bonked on the head by a bowling ball, and fell ***********. He was no longer conscious.
Or: The door was stuck, so he ****** it open with his shoulder. The portal splintered open, and he rushed through.

[Jayfeathers stick]

Try to use slashes around the words.

Ex: /example/

[Mythical Pain]

Huh. That is some kinda weird, crazy censorship of words that don't need to be censored.

Was thinking about posting Unexpected Show here as well, since that's got a human on dragon ball shot in it, and some playful self busting on the dragon's part.

But perhaps if this site is going to get real finicky I'll just keep pointing people towards my other sites, lol.

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Automatic censorship, at word level, can never be better than horribly imprecise.

Nobody has the motivation to pay for AI software or full manual checking.





(Saga)... Taking it back down for now, because I don't want to be accused of trying to dodge the Censorship Filter or whatever...

The filter is there to remove references to illegal sexual acts and words that search engines might find that could point to those illegal sexual acts.

Almost by definition, your creatures can’t commit sexual crimes, but even regarded as people I don’t recall any transgressions.

In my opinion, nobody will think you are cheating if you replace the black-listed words by other words (if you can put up with the annoyance).



To see the uncensored version, you may have to visit my page on FA or SF.

Is SF = SoFurry ?

If you’re not posting here, can I have a link?

I don’t want to abandon your stories.

[SagaDC]

Having given it a bit of thought, I can certainly understand where they're coming from on the matter, Alec. Just a little frustrating, is all. I'll probably end up going back to alter the wording in the stories eventually, but I was preoccupied this week with finishing up the final chapter of A Gryphon's Tail. :)

All of my stories, both the ones that have been posted here and the three that haven't been, are available at: https://sagadc.sofurry.com/

I have certain filters turned on, though, so you'll have to log in and make sure that your Mature/Explicit options are enabled.

For those who prefer FurAffinity, my account is at: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/

[Mythical Pain]

All of my stories, both the ones that have been posted here and the three that haven't been, are available at: https://sagadc.sofurry.com/

I have certain filters turned on, though, so you'll have to log in and make sure that your Mature/Explicit options are enabled.

For those who prefer FurAffinity, my account is at: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/

SF is where I've been reading them lately anyway, lol. But yes, folks need ot make sure they've enabled their profile to "Allow extreme content" otherwise, probably won't be able to find your stories.

I've had the same problem with mine and have had to tell a lot of people to enable extreme, lol.

[Mythical Pain]

Been thinking about writing a story, or series of stories, about a ball-busting monster hunter type woman. Or at least an adventurer type woman who busts a lot of monster balls, lol. Dragon, gryphon, gnoll, minotaur, anthro-type beastie, and other male monsters.

Perhaps a woman sort of like Melira if anyone's read Unexpected Show over on SF. A short story with some fun naughtyness, and a dragon getting kicked in the nuts by a woman lol. Posted it between DitD installments and my newest serious fantasy story which I've recently posted over there.

Also, DitD 9 should be coming up soon, got about 60,000 words so far. Last few have been a bit over 100,000, so definitely well past the halfway mark.

Of course with all that serious writing, dunno how much time I'll have to spare for a monster hunting, ball busting heroine but we'll see!

[SagaDC]

Well, I certainly don't think anyone would complain about THAT, MP. Ballbusting is kind of the craze around here, after all. :)

As for DitD, eesh, I just set into it! It's going to take me the better part of a month to get all the way up to Part 9. :P

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

Having given it a bit of thought, I can certainly understand where they're coming from on the matter, Alec. Just a little frustrating, is all. I'll probably end up going back to alter the wording in the stories eventually, but I was preoccupied this week with finishing up the final chapter of A Gryphon's Tail. :)

All of my stories, both the ones that have been posted here and the three that haven't been, are available at: https://sagadc.sofurry.com/

I have certain filters turned on, though, so you'll have to log in and make sure that your Mature/Explicit options are enabled.

For those who prefer FurAffinity, my account is at: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sagadc/




Thanks for the link!

I’ve read final chapter of A Gryphon's Tail, and found it very good, if a little too gory for me.

As I can’t tolerate the SF reading window so I copy into Word, I still need to return to Fav etc (as I do for the last MP DitD!).

[SagaDC]

Appreciated as always, Alec. I think I agree with you on the matter of gore. I grappled with the scene for a while, before finally putting it to paper, in part encouraged by a few other folks who had stated that they liked the previous battle against the hunters. Of course, you're also not the first one who's commented about it being too bloody, so I guess I overdid it a bit. Tch, I'll admit, one of the most daunting things about posting stories in public is trying to cater to the unexpected variety of people who read them. :)

To be honest, though, I'll probably avoid blood in the future. Maybe not entirely, but I'll definitely keep it toned down a bit. More fantasy, as it were. I've been experimenting a lot lately, and that's kind of thrown the style all over the place from chapter to chapter. With the next arc, I'm already going for a much lighter tone - although there will certainly still be magic, peril, and my awkward brand of humor. :P

[Alec Anaconda, A1]

(Saga)...

Tch, I'll admit, one of the most daunting things about posting stories in public is trying to cater to the unexpected variety of people who read them.

It’s not humanly possible to please all of your readers all of the time; I suggest that you only write work that pleases you.

I still enjoyed most of your tale.





(Saga)...

I think I agree with you on the matter of gore...

If it’s too bloody for you...

[SagaDC]

Just finished up the introductory chapter to my next series, "The Missing Lynx". It's a direct follow-up to both "A Gryphon's Tail" and the first four "Tales from the Cat House" shorts, but it's also a good starting point for anyone who doesn't want to read all the stuff that came before.

This one is definitely going to be more ambitious, but so far I've had fun trying to smooth it all out into something readable. :)

Story is up on FA and SF. I can repost the links, if needed.

[poiu]

Saga – I've said this elsewhere, but you're absolutely killing it right now. Keep up the excellent work, my friend :)

A few small deliveries from around the web, while I have the chance:
http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Kallisti-III-Art-Request-Groin-Kicker-380307897
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11011318/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10981815/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10874596/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10840191/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10728152/

Also, be sure to check out the unfinished comic that FallenArts posted over at furrybb.myforum.ro: http://furrybb.myforum.ro/3-vt5.html?start=40

I'm hoping I'll have something of my own to contribute again in the near future...probably not a new story just yet, but maybe something like the Underground League light? I've got a few things I'm playing with :) Hope everybody's doing well!