Writing stories is pretty fun, especially when one can create something specifically suited to one's own tastes. I wish I could draw, that'd be more fun.
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Writing stories is pretty fun, especially when one can create something specifically suited to one's own tastes. I wish I could draw, that'd be more fun.
Oh man -- I'd kill for a good furry artist who was into bb. I'd like to think that I cover the writing side of furry ballbusting half-decently, but there's definitely a lack of good visual aids out there.
Anyway, why I'm here again: I got into a bit of a groove while writing that most recent bit of the orca's story, so I figured I'd just keep writing and see if I couldn't get another chapter of something done while I was at it. And hey, what do you know, I managed to finish the next bit of my Pokemon story -- the chapter that's about 8000 words of solid ballbusting. I'm thinking you folks'll probably enjoy it :P
Here you go: four females using Leon to "review" for the Weak Spots final. Lemme know what you think. (Previous chapters here and here.)
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"Thanks for the show, you two," said Willow, grinning, "but now we need to get some actual work done."
"Unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon in Leon's lap, Joule," Por chimed in.
"Right, right." The Jolteon shook her head, glancing behind her at Leon. "Hold on a sec, I want to talk face-to-face."
The electric-type reached behind her head and grabbed hold of the Charmeleon's shoulders for support, then lifted her legs and turned in place so that she was facing the male.* The female grinned as she settled into place and looked up at Leon, who was looking back at her with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. Almost immediately, his eyes fell downwards to the Jolteon's bare breasts. Joule played along, reaching up to cup one of her tits in a paw.
"So, you feeling alright?"
"Mmmm," he*purred, watching her play with herself as he continued to bask in the afterglow of his recent orgasm. "Hard not to enjoy that."
In fact, he was still enjoying it, with the way the Jolteon had turned around: now the head of his cock was rubbing wetly against her stomach, the base just brushing up against her swollen sex. Despite his efforts to concentrate, the male's brain raced with dirty thoughts, picturing the electric-type bent over in a dozen different position. After all, all it would take is one quick move to be inside her, where his fingers had been just a minute before--
The Jolteon interrupted him before he could daydream for too long, but not in a way that helped his arousal. Casually she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the Charmeleon's cock, giving the length a friendly squeeze and earning a quiet gasp in response. "Damn, this guy just doesn't quit, does he?" she said, feeling the sticky rod twitch in her grip. "I hope you've got that kind of stamina later."
"Just put...mmph...just put me where you want me," he replied, struggling to keep his voice steady.
She chuckled. "Will do. Speaking of which, are you ready to keep going?"
"Huh?" Leon blinked. "Oh right, the, uh...the testicles thing. Um."
"That is what you came here for, remember?" said Willow. The Weavile folded her arms across her chest. "We need to review for the Weak Spots midterm."
"I know." The Charmeleon winced. "Just give me a sec."
Kara nodded. "Sorry to make you switch gears so fast, but we've only got this room for the afternoon, so we gotta get moving. If you don't want to do it, though, you don't have to--"
"No no, I'll be fine, it's just...I'm not sure exactly how to do this." Leon scratched his head, frowning. "I mean, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to just stand still while you all kick me or whatever."
"True," admitted Por. "I guess we didn't really think that through..."
"Well there's an easy solution for that," said Joule. "Just let me shock him."
Leon blinked. "How would that help?"
"Listen," said the Jolteon, her paw still playing absently with the fire-type's spent member, "if I stun you, that'd stop you from flinching and so on while we're looking at your nuts. I know guys tend to get squirmy when you start poking around down there, so I think it's probably the best option -- it'll make things simpler for everybody."
"Uh..." Leon fought to ignore the fingers around his cock. "I...I guess that makes sense."
"Cool. Then this should just take a second." Without another word, Joule let go of his member and grabbed hold of his shoulders, her fur crackling as she built up static.
"Hold on a sec," interjected Kara, but the electric-type had no intention of waiting.* There was a flash of sparks as the Jolteon let out a short shock, Leon yelping at the sensation and then falling disconcertingly still.
"Whoops."*Joule grinned, climbing down off of the Charmeleon's lap.
"Joule!" the Kadabra scolded, glaring at the female.*"I told you to wait."
"Don't get your spoons in a twist," the Jolteon answered, rolling her eyes. "We can't look at his nuts if he's squirming around all the time, so I just Paralyzed him for a little while.* He'll be frozen for a few hours and then he'll be fine."
"Joule, you can't just Paralyze people whenever it's convenient", Kara said, exasperated.* "I don't even have any Heals or anything; we're going to have to carry him over to the Pokecenter now."
The Jolteon was nonplussed.* "Chill, alright?* You heard him say it was okay.* Besides, I've got like a dozen Cheri berries in my backpack; as soon as we're done with this we can unparalyze him."
This soothed the Kadabra's nerves somewhat, though she was still uncertain.* "Are we sure this is okay? How do we make sure we're not hurting him or anything?"
"Relax, Kara," commented Willow, placing a paw on her shoulder, "he's gonna be fine.*I mean, it's not like we're planning to crush his nuts or anything, right?"
"Besides," added Por, "doesn't Paralysis usually dull pain anyway?"
Kara bit her lip. "That's true."
Joule nodded.*"Yeah.* I mean, even if we are a little rough, a guy's balls are pretty sturdy; we're not gonna break 'em or anything."* To illustrate she gave the Charmeleon's ballsac a playful swat, the plump orbs swinging with the force of the blow.
Though his body remained motionless, Leon felt a brief wave of queasiness wash over him from the Jolteon's slap.* His post-orgasmic glow had faded, and all of a sudden the situation seemed much more threatening.* He had walked in expecting some pain -- after all, they were reviewing about the testicles as a weak point, and he had the only pair in the room -- but things suddenly seemed a lot more dangerous.* He'd been planning to let them try some things out, maybe a few kicks or squeezes as long as he was feeling alright, something to let them know how a male really reacted.* Now, though...he just prayed they didn't want to try anything too painful.
His hopes sunk, however, with what he heard next.* "Ooh, can I be first?" asked Por excitedly, hopping to her feet.* "I've been looking forward to this all week -- ever since me and Bill got in that fight I've been needing to work out some anger."
Joule chuckled. "Just be careful, sis -- try not to kick 'em into his throat, okay?"
"Aww, but what's the fun in holding back?" She frowned. "I'm not going to be holding back if I use a groin kick in a battle."
"True. Then fire away, I guess."
"...Yeah, okay," Kara said reluctantly, "but just one kick for now, alright?* I don't want us hurting him any more than we have to."
"Awww, but I've never done it before," Por complained, frowning.* "What if I screw up the first one -- I need a second kick to make sure I've got it down."
"Fine. A few kicks, but that's all." She frowned. "I don't want to be the one explaining to the school nurse why Leon's walking funny for the next week."
"He'll be fine," Joule reassured her. "Besides, nothing's going to happen at all if we just let him stay frozen to his seat over there. Come on, I need someone to help me pick him up."
The rest of the girls walked over to join her, Joule and Willow each hooking an arm with Leon and pulling him stiffly to his feet. Kara adjusted his arms and legs, while Por helped straighten his tail and torso -- taking the opportunity to cop a quick feel as she did so. "Sorry about this," she giggled into his ear, giving his pink length a firm squeeze before stepping away.
The four looked over their handiwork for a moment, examining the living doll they had just positioned. The male was stuck almost perfectly still: occasionally a finger might twitch, but as long as Leon was Paralyzed there was no way he'd be moving very far. For the moment he had been placed in a pretty normal standing position, with his legs spread slightly -- for obvious reasons.
Willow laughed. "Oh man, this is just too easy. Look, his nuts are just hanging there!"
Kara seemed a little more interested in the other half of his equipment -- the rod still throbbing proudly in front of him. "Poor guy, we teased the heck out of him. Do you think he's going to stay hard like that the whole time?"
"Well, why don't we find out?" asked Por -- and with that she stepped forward, drawing her leg back and then swinging it in a vicious arc--
Leon's body was lifted off the ground slightly as the Vaporeon's footpaw rocketed upwards into his crotch, flattening his poor balls against his pelvis.* The Charmeleon could feel his testicles distort with the force of the blow, his twin orbs caught and crushed by her bare toes, squashed flat like pancakes against hard bone. His spuds hadn't been abused like this since that Nidoqueen had decided to demonstrate on him during the first day of class. Immediately the nausea rose in his gut, alarm bells going off in Leon's head as his instincts told him to double over and protect himself--
--but his body did nothing. Leon just stood motionless, his body not responding even as the pain crawled through his abdomen. He tried to squeak or squeal, to cry out somehow and express what he was feeling, but his mouth refused to move, his vocal cords frozen. To an outside observer, it looked as if nothing had happened.
Por withdrew her footpaw with some disappointment, setting it back down on the ground. "Aww, he didn't even fall over! Sis, you Paralyzed him too well."
Joule shrugged. "Maybe you missed."
"No, I don't think so." She looked down at her foot, flexing her toes. "I guess I didn't hit hard enough."
"That looked plenty hard to me," said Kara. The Kadabra frowned. "I'd prefer you not mess up my boyfriend any more than necessary, if you don't mind."
"Oh relax, he's fine." Willow shook her head. "He didn't even fall over, Kara -- it can't have hurt that bad."
"I guess." Kara sighed. "Sorry, I'm--...I just need to relax. You're right; he'll be fine."
"Yeah," added Joule, "think about the professor on the first day of class.* She was making him squeal and he was totally fine afterwards, right?"* The Jolteon folded her arms across her chest.* "I figure as long as he isn't twitching and making mewling sounds, he's gotta be alright."
"Besides, if a Nidoqueen can't pop his balls, what's the worst that I could possibly do?" Por furrowed her brow. "Now stand back, I want another shot at this."
Leon was helpless to do anything but watch as the female took a few steps back to give herself a running start, then launched another kick up into his defenseless jewels, her paw slamming up into his basket with even more force than before. That would have been bad enough, but apparently the Vaporeon had decided to tack on an actual attack as well, judging from the splash of water that flew off her foot as she made contact. Leon could practically see the steam rising from his groin as water met fire, his manhood squashed agonizingly in-between.
The Charmeleon quivered, his knees shaking slightly as his body tried to process the flood of pain signals coming from his groin. His stomach seemed to be doing somersaults from the force of the impact. Still though, he stayed upright, frozen in position, even if he wanted nothing more than to curl up and clutch himself.
"...Better," Por said, still not entirely pleased. "I got a reaction, at least."
"That looked pretty good to me," said Joule. "Follow that up with a Hydro Pump and an opponent would be toast."
"Yeah, but I want to be able to knock someone out without using my special attacks, and I feel like all my physical attacks suck. I wish I could learn Mega Kick or something like that."
"You should try Iron Tail," commented Willow. "I imagine that'd work pretty well."
"Ooh, good point."* The Vaporeon curled her tail up around her shoulder to glance at her flukes, exposing her tight rear in the process.* "I have been working it out recently."
"Well then, show us," said Joule, grinning. "Crunch those balls."
She grinned back.*"Alright.*Somebody spread his legs a little more for me."
Leon was still reeling from the last blow, and so he hardly noticed as the females positioned him again, spreading his legs apart to steady him and to present the Vaporeon with an easier target. His balls dangled enticingly, the heavy orbs awaiting the next round of blows, his engorged cock still pulsing just above.
"He's not going soft, is he?" asked Willow, gazing at his member for a moment.
"With this many beautiful girls around? I don't think so." Joule grinned. "There's no stopping male hormones, after all."
Willow smirked. "Man, tonight is gonna be fun."
"Hey, gimme some room," interrupted Por. The Vaporeon moved into a fighting stance, her tail raised high, eyes narrowed in concentration. She paused for a moment, focusing on her target, then launched herself forward. In a graceful movement the female spun, whipping her tail behind her and up into the Charmeleon's dragonhood with a solid whump.
Leon's eyes watered, his tailflame flaring as his gonads were smashed with overwhelming force. For a moment the Charmeleon just heard a dull ringing in his ears, the raw power of the blow ******* any other thoughts from his head -- and then the pain hit. This time, not even Paralysis could keep the male standing.*Slowly and soundlessly Leon sunk to his knees, the Vaporeon's tail still trapped between his legs. Shakily his paws drifted towards his groin, trying to cup his battered babymakers and at least confirm that they were still there.
Joule chuckled. "I think you got him good, sis."
"Yes! Oh that felt good." The water-type happily withdrew her tail, once again curling it up over her shoulder. "It's really weird. I could feel his nuts, like...squished against my tail.*They're like big hard-boiled eggs or something."
"Heh...that's kind of a funny mental image," laughed Willow.*"I like that."
"Except that boiled eggs would be scrambled after that kind of a hit," said the Jolteon.
Meanwhile, Leon was still coming to grips with the adrenalized agony racing through his body. Arceus...the pain! The Charmeleon tried to force his gaze upward to look at Por, praying for some sympathy from his attacker, but he couldn't look much higher than his own eye-level. Instead, from where he had fallen on his knees, he was presented with a clear shot of the Vaporeon's ass, her tail still lifted high and exposing her toned rear to him.
Leon decided to focus on that, at least.
As he was enjoying the view, though, trying to distract himself from the agony in his gut, he noticed something a bit concerning. From his current position he could just steal the occasional glance at her slit, a hint of pink showing between those firm thighs...and from the look of things, she was absolutely dripping wet. Leon tried to reassure himself. Maybe she was still wet from masturbating earlier, or maybe just soaked from battling -- she was a water-type, after all. She couldn't actually be getting off on busting his balls, could she?
The male didn't have much time to dwell on that, though, as Joule grabbed one of his arms and quickly hoisted him back up to his feet. "Alright, let me take a crack at this," she said, positioning him once more with his legs spread. "I wanna see how fast I can drop him."
Leon watched through a haze of pain as she set his body in place. This was going to be bad.
"You need any help setting up?" asked Willow.
"Nope, I think I can handle this on my own," the Jolteon replied, grinning as she finished her preparations. The female took a few steps back to prepare herself. "Just watch this!--"
And with that Joule was a blur of motion, body rocketing forward on the offensive. Before anyone had time to react, she was in front of Leon, launching a vicious kick up into his groin -- followed immediately by a second, even more powerful kick from her other leg. Both blows struck the Charmeleon with brutal force, each crushing his aching pair into his pelvis. The Jolteon kept her foot lodged in his crotch for an extra moment, pressing his balls flat against the hard bone.
"Ooh, Double Kick," murmured Por appreciatively. "Good choice."
Immediately Leon felt the agony crawling through his gut, a wave of nausea washing over his entire body. That alone was more than enough for the Charmeleon to start sinking to the floor -- but Joule intervened, quickly grabbing one of the male's arms. Before Leon knew what was happening he had been flipped over the female's shoulder, crashing down onto the floor with a heavy thud. And then--
--and then the male was in a very compromising position, in more ways than one. As soon as he had hit the floor, Joule had sprung on top of him, pinning his arms and legs to prevent any possible counterattack, and as a result...well, as a result they were basically in a sixty-nine position. With his neck frozen stiff, Leon had nowhere to look but directly at the Jolteon's sex, the same slit he'd been plunging his fingers into just a few minutes prior. Despite the danger of the situation and the horrible ache in his abdomen, Leon couldn't help but drink in the view for a moment...almost literally. From the look of things, Joule was just as wet as her sister, if not more so. The Charmeleon felt his blood run cold for a second time. Again, Leon prayed that it was the thrill of the battle that had turned her on, or maybe his earlier performance, and not crushing his--
--but before the Charmeleon could finish that thought, something came thudding down into his ballsac, crushing its contents against the ground. Leon felt the urge to yelp as a strong shock raced through his system...followed by the urge to squeal as the wave of agony from his balls followed shortly after. What the hell was that? She was moving so fast -- before the male could even force his eyes downward, she'd hit him a second time, and then a third. Leon's eyes watered as he watched her raise her arm a fourth time, her closed fist crackling with electricity, and...oh Arceus, she was using Thunder Punch?!
Leon's body gave a short twitch as Joule landed another punch on his family jewels, the twin orbs bouncing with the impact for a moment before they were crushed again by her other fist. The female continued to alternate rapidly, treating the Charmeleon's spuds like a makeshift punching bag, sparks flying as she pummeled his package. The Jolteon hit an eighth...ninth...tenth time before finally starting to slow down, delivering a solid eleventh punch, a glancing twelfth, and a half-hearted thirteenth. She watched for another moment as Leon's balls bounced around a final time before coming to a stop, a slightly angrier shade of red-orange than they had been a few moments prior.
"Well?" Joule looked up at her female companions, breathing heavily. "What do you think? Would he be down after that?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so," replied Por, eyes wide. "Geez, sis, have you been practicing?"
"Yeah, a little, but not on actual guys -- just on the speedbag at the gym." She grinned. "It's like the professor said: as long as you hit fast and hard, you can get the advantage over a guy really quickly."
"Remind me to practice with you later," said Willow admiringly."You could teach me a thing or two."
"Sure thing!" Joule replied happily.
Beneath the Jolteon, Leon tried to cup his battered balls, or to draw his legs in, or to do anything that would help him cover up his poor gonads. His mouth opened and closed, trying to make some exclamation of pain or suffering, but try as he might nothing would come out. Every so often a leg or an arm would twitch, but that was more an involuntary reaction than anything -- Leon felt sure that if he wasn't Paralyzed, he'd be twitching quite a bit.
"Anyway, that's all I wanted to do." The Jolteon climbed back to her feet, giving the male's sac one last parting slap as she stood up. "Kara, you wanna go next?"
"Huh?" The Kadabra blushed. "Oh, uh, I dunno. I was thinking I might just watch."
"What?" exclaimed Willow. "Oh come on, psychic-girl, you need the physical training more than any of us." She smirked. "We already know you're good at playing mind games with your men -- now show us what your body can do."
Kara blushed even harder. "Well, if you insist...can you help me pull him up first?"
With that the two female 'mon each hooked an elbow with the fallen Charmeleon, struggling to pull him to his feet. After a few moments the pair succeeded in pulling him upright...but as soon as they let go of his arms, the male slid back down to the ground, his legs too weak to support his weight.
Willow looked down at Leon with a frown. "Well. Looks like you busted him pretty good, Joule."
The Jolteon beamed a satisfied smile.
"Hmm..." Por thought for a moment. "Kara, you could hold him in place with Psychic, right? Even if he can't stand up on his own, that might be enough."
"Hold him and kick him at the same time?" The Kadabra considered the proposal. "That's a lot to focus on, but I suppose I could use the multitasking practice."
"Alright, then," said Joule, folding her arms across her chest, "show us what you've got."
Leon had been slumped on the ground for a minute now, wondering if steel-type males had to deal with this kind of pain, when suddenly an unseen force began to lift him. Judging from the blue glow in his peripheral vision, it had to be Kara using Psychic again -- this time to prop him back up in a standing position. The Charmeleon felt a growing sense of dread as she nudged his legs apart, making sure his balls hung freely in the open.
Some of that dread, however, was offset by an unexpected tug at his member. Leon's eyes opened wide as something wrapped itself around his still-throbbing length, stroking gently from tip to base and back again. The Paralyzed 'mon managed to look down with some effort, trying to figure out who it was that had taken pity on him, but he was surprised to find that there was no one anywhere near him. There'd didn't seem to be anything touching him at all -- except for that soft blue glow, anyway.
Relax, rang out a voice in his head. It's just me. Leon ****** his eyes up again in time to see the Kadabra give him a coy smile, just as the unseen force around his cock gave a particularly strong squeeze. A tiny shudder ran through the Charmeleon as she gave his pride a few more quick strokes, the length straining eagerly in her invisible grip. Oh, having her as a girlfriend was going to be fun.
Por interrupted the brief moment of bliss. "So are you gonna kick him or what?"
"Right right," she replied, shaking her head. "Let's see."
Leon felt a sharp pang of disappointment as the sensation around his member suddenly melted away, leaving him throbbing in the open air. That disappointment grew much further as he watched Kara take a step closer, her eyes narrowing as her focus shifted to an even more sensitive part of his anatomy.
Kara stopped and thought for a moment, trying to focus. The Kadabra took a moment to prepare herself -- physical attacks were less than her forte -- then propelled herself forward and let her foot fly up between his legs, her instep striking a glancing blow across his danglers before hitting his inner thigh with a firm thud.
Internally, Leon let out a long groan, his knees quivering at the leaden ache in his gut...though to be honest, it could have been a lot worse. This wasn't nearly the kind of bone-crunching blow his last two attackers had delivered -- nothing like having his spunk-makers forcibly jammed into his stomach. And of course, it certainly didn't hurt when Kara quickly resumed her stroking of his cock once more, the invisible hand gliding smoothly around his shaft and picking up where it had left off...
Looking up, the Charmeleon managed to lock eyes with Kara, and as soon as he saw the apologetic look on her face he understood: she didn't want to bust his balls, at least not any more than was necessary. That explained the lackluster kick, as well as the secretive handjob, which was helping to take the edge off the pain. It was awfully effective, he noted. Leon decided that he wouldn't mind getting Paralyzed more often, if it meant that more girls would feel compelled to jerk him off.
Joule wasn't quite as pleased. "Harder!" she urged. "You need practice, Kara -- that barely hit him."
"Alright, I guess." Kara took a step back again. "Sorry -- I don't use my physical attacks very often, so they're not very polished."
Por nodded. "Not a problem. That's what this session is for."
"Exactly," said Joule. "Now focus. For now, you'll want to hit him right in the center of the sac, so that no matter which way his balls go they'll still be trapped by your foot."
Kara blushed. "Is there really that much technique to it?"
"Oh yeah," Joule replied. "If you're really precise, you can even choose whether to attack the left nut or the right nut. It's much easier to take a guy down when you're focusing on just one ball."
"Ah. Well, I think I'll stick to basics for now." The Kadabra took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."
This time the attack landed much more squarely. Leon felt another jolt of pain rush through his body as she made contact, his balls rolling off in opposite directions to rest on either side of her foot. He felt the nausea rise in his gut for a moment, along with a brief moment of dizziness. That was a good bit more painful than her first kick...but again, it was nothing compared to some of the attacks he'd suffered through earlier. Besides, he was quickly distracted as that invisible something clamped down on his cock again, squeezing the eager flesh as if to make up for the blow to the groin. The Charmeleon shivered slightly, halfway between pain and pleasure. All things considered, this actually wasn't too bad -- this he could live with. For the first time since he'd been Paralyzed, Leon allowed himself to relax. At least he could be sure that Kara wasn't going to break anything.
The other girls, however, were not as pleased with her tactics. "Kara, you've got to give him at least one real kick," Willow complained. "You're not going to damage your boytoy, don't worry."
"I know, I know," she replied guiltily. "I just don't wanna hurt him any more than we have to, y'know?"
Joule grinned. "Hard to beat the stuffing out the boy you have a huge crush on, eh?"
"Well yeah, that too. He doesn't deserve all this crap."
"Then you'll just have to imagine he's someone who does deserve a kick in the balls," Willow interjected. "C'mon, I'm sure there's someone out there you'd love to rack. What about that pervy Scyther guy who's always spying on you through the window?"
Kara stopped, turning to face the Weavile. "Wait...what?"
"You know -- that kid in our Hand-to-Hand tactics class who's always hanging out in the tree outside our dorm room. He's been watching through your window every day for the past week. It's kind of cute, in a creepy stalker sort of way..." Willow's voice trailed off as she noticed the look on the Kadabra's face. "W-...Wait, you mean you didn't know?"
"Um, no?! Was anyone planning on telling me?!"
The other three females glanced at each other awkwardly. "We all, uh..." Por cleared her throat. "We all sorta assumed you knew. Particularly given the show you were giving him yesterday."
"You mean someone was..." Kara stopped mid-sentence, blushing furiously as she thought back to the rather intimate session she'd had with her trusty spoon the previous afternoon. She stood there processing for a few moments, mouth hanging open, until suddenly her gaze hardened into a glare, her fists clenching tightly. "Oh that bug is fucking DEAD. Son of a bitch--"
Meanwhile, Leon had spent the last few minutes trying to get his hips to move, desperate to thrust up against the invisible hand wrapped teasingly around his length. Kara's stroking had gradually slowed, but the male's libido raged on. Her touch was just enough to push him towards the edge, but not enough to push him over it -- instead his arousal just kept climbing, until the Charmeleon felt ready to explode. His tailflame roared as the heat inside continued to grow, his pride throbbing needfully in front of him, his balls boiling with seed despite their recent abuse. All it would take was a couple quick thrusts, or a few more quick strokes -- any kind of friction at all, really.
The overworked male quivered in place, riding on the edge of an orgasm, silently begging for someone to help him over the edge. Despite the agony radiating from his groin, Leon felt ready to blow his second load of the afternoon. He might even have gotten there on his own, if it weren't for the thigh that suddenly came thundering up between his legs, squashing his already-aching orbs up into his pelvis. Leon's eyes shot open in shock, searching for a moment before coming to rest on Kara, the one girl he'd trusted not to break his balls. The Charmeleon gasped wordlessly for a moment before managing a quiet squeak, as if to ask, Why?
Kara just grit her teeth. "Sorry," she growled, before drawing her leg back and slamming it upwards once again. She could picture the perv who'd been spying on her -- hell, they'd fought in a mock battle just a few days ago. Was that why he'd looked so smug the whole time? The bastard. If they ever battled again, she'd have to be sure to knock his nuts up into his throat -- or maybe just rip 'em off entirely. After crushing them flat, of course. With that thought she brought her knee up one final time, grinding it up into Leon's groin for a moment before letting it drop and ******* herself to walk away.
At the same time the Kadabra let go of her psychic restraints, letting the beaten fire-type crumple to the ground once again. Leon dropped like a stone, still unable to move, even if his body demanded he curl into the fetal position. Instead he just landed flat on his back, taking in shallow gasps of air, his legs still spread and his nutsac still open to whatever the girls had in mind next. Leon couldn't remember ever being in so much pain -- not even the professor had put him through this much agony. And of course, all the while his member continued to stand straight up from his crotch, the pink length engorged with arousal even if his nuts had been bashed to the edge of bursting.
Kara looked down at her boyfriend for a moment, panting with exertion. "Ugh. Damn Scyther."
"Done?" asked Joule cautiously.
Kara let out an aggravated sigh, turning to face her roommates with an exasperated look. "Yes...but just so you all know, we are definitely talking about this later."
Por nodded quickly. "Sure sure, of course...but how was it? The ballbusting, I mean?"
Kara actually had to stop for a moment to consider the question. "Well...actually, that felt pretty good," she admitted sheepishly.
"See? We told you so," Joule said, looking down at the male lying spread-eagle on the floor. "And he's fine -- hardly a scratch on him."
"Y-Yeah, I guess you're right. I shouldn't be so worried." The Kadabra exhaled, trying to relax after the rush of anger. "Still, I'm surprised he's in such good shape. I got a bit carried away there...I was kneeing him pretty hard. Sorry, Leon."
"I don't think he can hear you, sweetheart," Joule said, chuckling. She bent down to look more closely at the Charmeleon's ballsac. "You'd be surprised how much abuse a guy's testicles can take.* I mean, they're needed in order to reproduce, so evolution made damn sure they could take a couple hits and still work."
"Evolution, eh?" Por grinned. "You think we could bust him even harder if he was a Charizard?"
"Probably." Joule poked at the male's swollen sac with a toe. "We'd have a bigger target to work with, anyway."
Willow grinned. "I wouldn't mind bringing a Charizard to his knees. Maybe next semester. For now, though," the Weavile stated, dropping to her knees, "it is definitely my turn. Lemme see these."
Oh Arceus!* Leon felt his stomach lurch as the Weavile roughly grabbed his nutsac, pulling the orbs tight in a vicious claw-grip. "You're right, Kara, he's big," she commented, sizing up the male's package.* Experimentally she flicked each of his gonads with a claw, the Charmeleon's leg twitching each time she made contact.
This continued for a few moments before Willow let go of her grip on his balls, instead merely hefting their weight in a paw.* Leon let out a mental sigh of relief as she finally let go of his damaged dragonmakers -- but only for a moment.* Suddenly a blinding agony took over his body as she grabbed him again, this time focusing on just his left ball.* The fire-type found himself unable to scream as the Weavile pinched his nut between two claws, the pointed tips almost meeting in the middle of his distorted testicle.
"They're funny little things, aren't they?" she mused, examining the orb.* "Squishy."
Leon searched desperately for a way to signal the female to stop, but instead she merely moved on to his other ball, this time using both sets of claws to hold it in place.* The Charmeleon teetered on the edge of unconsciousness as she gave the scaly sphere a firm squeeze, stressing it to the breaking point.
"Oh wow!" she giggled.* "I felt my claws touch!* I didn't realize you could do that without popping it."
"Really?" asked Por curiously. * "Hang on, let me try."
A tortured mewl escaped the Charmeleon's throat as the Vaporeon reached over and clamped down on his other gonad, squeezing it brutally between her fingers.* Slowly but surely her fingers sunk into the trapped orb, until finally...
"Wow, you're right!" she exclaimed.* "It just sort of squishes around your fingers...that's so weird."* She glanced up at Leon's frozen face.* "Can't imagine this feels too good for you, huh?"
"Oh, he'll be fine," said Joule, arms folded across her chest.* "As long as we don't damage anything, anyway. Besides, look at his cock -- he's still hard as a rock."
"Yeah, I guess so."* Por took a moment to gaze at Leon's pulsing length, even as she continued to prod at the male's testicle.* "Still, can't say I envy him right now -- this has gotta be pretty uncomfortable."
'Uncomfortable' didn't begin to describe it. Leon had never realized it was even possible to be in this much pain -- between the paws crushing his left nut and the claws digging into his right, it felt like a Snorlax was stomping on his balls. Not that that mental image helped, imagining his balls being liquified by one 'mon instead of two. Oh Arceus, why had he agreed to this; why couldn't he just pass out already--
"I guess that's enough." Por let go of the Charmeleon's tortured nut, the orb reinflating to a distorted approximation of its usual shape. "We don't want to hurt him too bad, after all. Willow, you done yet?"
Willow frowned. "Eh, I guess." She gave Leon one more hard squeeze for good measure, his leg twitching in response to the added pressure. "I feel like I don't have the arm strength for this, though. I gotta figure out a better way to crush 'em. Maybe...hmm. Maybe I could try stomping on them?"
Kara shook her head. "Don't you remember? The professor said that's one of the easiest ways to pop one -- you're only supposed to do it if you really need the advantage."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we promised Leon he'd be leaving with both his balls," Joule added, looking down at the male.
Willow harumphed. "Well that sucks. He can't stand up any more, so I can't kick him..."
"Could you maybe just stand on them?" Por asked. "I mean, that'd give you an idea what stomping feels like, without actually having to do it."
"Are we sure that's safe?" asked Kara hesitantly.* "I don't wanna ruin him or anything."
"Oh come on," Willow replied, "they're practically made of rubber -- they can take a little weight." The female weighed the Charmeleon's balls in her paw, giving the twin orbs a rough squeeze.* "Besides, you've got a good grasp on Psychic, right?*That should let you keep an eye on his balls. You can keep a lookout, and if it gets to a point where I'm gonna break something, tell me and I'll stop.* Promise.* It'll all be alright."* The Weavile smirked.* "After all, even if something does happen, it's not like he needs both of 'em."
"Willow!" Kara said, shocked.
"Well he doesn't," she replied matter-of-factly.* "Plenty of guys lose a nut in this league and they're fine."
"Well sure," the Kadabra argued, "but that's an accident, not something you go about doing on purpose!"
Willow rolled her eyes.* "Anyway, the point is that you can keep a lookout and any time you want me to stop, I'll stop.* Deal?"
Kara glanced down at the Charmeleon for a moment, gaze hovering on his already swollen ballsac.* "Alright," she reluctantly agreed, "but you have to stop if I say so."
"But of course," she drawled sarcastically.
"This is gonna be so hot," Joule grinned.
Willow took a few steps towards the supine lizard, taking a moment to nudge his legs further apart for better access. She looked down at his scrotum for a moment, examining the twin orbs. "So...which one do you think I should step on?"
"Which one's bigger?" asked Por.
"Good question." She placed her foot atop the male's battered spuds, flexing her toes to better feel their size. "The left one, I think, though it might just be more swollen."
"Well, step on that one. It's biggest, so it can probably take the most weight, right?" Por shrugged. "That'd make sense to me, anyway."
"It's also going to be the nut with the most nerves," Joule noted.
"Perfect!" Willow grinned widely. "Then let's get this party started." Without further ado she positioned herself, resting her foot above the Charmeleon's larger left gonad and beginning to bear down...
Leon's mind was still swimming from the last round of squeezing he'd been put through -- it was hard enough just staying conscious, never mind following the girls' conversation. That being said, he definitely did notice when something began pressing down on his poor jewels once more, the gentle pressure slowly growing in intensity until alarm bells began to go off in his head.
Unfortunately for Leon, Willow was quickly getting tired of the slow and steady approach. Realizing that at the current rate this would take far too long, the Weavile suddenly shifted about half her weight onto the scaly egg, sighing with satisfaction as the spud began to flatten accordingly.
Leon's hard skipped a beat at the sudden increase in pressure -- and then a wave of nausea came crashing over him, worse than any other nutpain he'd felt that afternoon. Behind his frozen facade, the Charmeleon was almost delirious with agony: unable to protect himself, he could do nothing but watch as his gonad slowly distorted under the female's weight.*The male was ****** to lie still as the Weavile continued her work.
Willow, for her part, was reveling in the feeling of the male's nutmeat squishing slowly between her toeclaws, the rubbery orb unable to keep its oval shape under the increasing pressure. "You have got to try this sometime," she said to the other females, a stupid grin on her face as she continued to shift her weight forward.* "It feels so good between your toes -- I don't know how to explain it."
"Well then keep going!" Por encouraged. The Vaporeon was biting her lip, obviously quite excited. One of her paws had begun to drift lower, quietly making its way towards her slit.
Leon could feel his world starting to turn black as Willow continued to crush his manhood, her bare foot bringing impossible pain to his bare balls. Somewhere in the back of his mind the Charmeleon wondered how many other males had been through this kind of experience: ****** to watch as their testicles were slowly ground to a pulp under a female's foot. Hopefully not many.
Willow continued along happily, continuing to add weight to her victim's trapped spunk-maker, but Kara was beginning to worry. If her senses were right, Leon was starting to get into trouble. "Willow, you're really close to popping his nut," the psychic warned.* "I think you should probably stop."
"Oh c'mon, just a little more?" she begged.* "I've got almost all my weight on it, it's just the tiniest bit more to go."
The Kadabra bit her lip, glancing down at the paralyzed Charmeleon.* Already his ball had been squashed flatter than she thought possible. "Well...alright," she relented.* "But be careful.* Do it slowly."
"Of course," Willow replied, grinning.* "I want to savor this, after all."
Leon gurgled as the Weavile continued to shift the last of her weight onto his poor gonad, which by now had begun squishing outwards on either side of her paw. All conscious thought was ****** from his mind by the crushing force applied to the most delicate part of his anatomy. Even through his Paralysis, his hips began to spasm slightly, trying to dislodge the female and salvage whatever was left of his dragonhood. And yet despite it all, the Charmeleon's member continued to stand proudly, the stiff length denied too many times to give up now. In fact, he'd even begun to drool a thin stream of precum...though it was hard to say whether that was caused by his arousal or by Willow physically ******* it from his swollen balls.
The expression on Willow's face appeared almost orgasmic as she carefully brought the last of her weight down on Leon's poor nut, the abused orb trembling dangerously beneath the pressure. The female paused for a long moment...then broke into a huge smile. "That's it!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I'm standing on it! I'm standing on his nut!"
"Prove it!" called out Joule.
"Of course," she replied, grinning. "Wait wait, ready? Watch this." There was another moment's pause, and then...
Por whistled. "Nicely done!" exclaimed the Vaporeon.
Leon opened his eyes to a sight he would unfortunately never be able to forget: the Weavile balancing on one leg, his flattened testicle trapped firmly underfoot.* His nutflesh bulged obscenely from between her toeclaws, seeking some escape from the ungodly pressure, finding only the bare minimum of space necessary for survival. He could see several of her claws poised dangerously over bubbles of nutmeat, just millimeters from the surface of his ballsac, the razor-sharp tips ready to puncture the bloated protrusions. And as soon as one bubble was popped...well, there was no way his ball would be anything but a mushy mess.
Meanwhile, Willow was busy celebrating her victory. "Oh Arceus," the Weavile gushed, looking down with glee at her toes, "you have no idea how good this feels.* It's just...it's really satisfying, for some reason."
"Resilient little things, aren't they?" commented the Vaporeon.* "I'm still amazed they can take that much weight."
"Yeah, well, his ball's right on the edge of bursting," Kara commented, a mild look of worry on her face.* "Willow, if you hadn't skipped breakfast this morning I think Leon might be missing a testicle right about now."
"Well I guess it's a good thing I skipped, then," said the Weavile, grinning.* "Although I must say...I am kinda curious how it would feel to have one pop between my toes."
"Willow," the Kadabra warned.
"I know, I know, I wasn't going to.* I'm just...curious."* She looked down.* "Maybe in a battle someday or something. Somebody who doesn't deserve 'em. That Torterra who keeps chatting me up in math class could probably stand to lose a nut or two."
"I look forward to it," Kara replied, still with a tone of urgency in her voice. "Now would you mind getting off my boyfriend's balls?"
"Oh fine." The Weavile flexed her toeclaws one more time, grinning, before setting her other paw down, mercifully taking her weight off of Leon's dragonhood. The Charmeleon was too far gone to even notice as Willow finally stepped away, her weight coming off of his now-flattened gonad. The female frowned slightly as she set her foot back down on solid ground, disappointed at the lack of anything rubbery beneath her toes.
The rest of the group, however, was still focused on the handiwork she'd left behind. "Wow, look at it," whispered Por. "It's so flat."* Sure enough, the Charmeleon's testicle remained paper-thin, the Weavile's three-toed footprint clearly indented in the center.
"Not really a 'ball' anymore, is it?" remarked Joule with a grin.* "Willow, you might not have popped his nut, but I've got a feeling Leon here might be shooting blanks for a while."
"Do you really think it's gonna stay like that?" asked Willow, a hint of concern in her voice.* "I mean, I didn't mean to crush it or anything.* What do we do if it doesn't, y'know...reinflate?"
Kara sighed. "I can fix that," she answered, raising a spoon.
Leon could do nothing except let out a quiet squeak as the Kadabra focused her energy on his gonad, using Psychic once more in order to crush his ball back into shape.* Much to Willow's relief, the flattened orb slowly regained its original shape, albeit several sizes larger than it had been before.
"Wow...it's really swollen," giggled Por, bending down to hold the oversized nut in her paws. She compared it briefly to its brother, the ball that Willow had spared. "And I thought his nuts were swollen before. Hope that's not a problem."
"Yeah," said Kara, "as far as I can tell everything should be alright. Nothing seems to be broken, just squashed a bit. As long as he rests up, he'll be fine. Of course, that having been said, I think we should probably call it a day...for Leon's sake."
"Sounds reasonable," said Joule.
"Everyone get all the practice they need?" asked Kara
"I'm all set," said Por.
"Same," echoed Joule.
"...I wouldn't mind one more kick, to be honest," said Willow, still looking down at the Charmeleon.
Kara scowled at her.
"Oh fine," the Weavile said, relenting. "I guess I'm done too, then."
"Great. Then let's get Leon back to our room where he can rest up." The Kadabra looked up. "Joule, you said you had a Cheri berry?"
"Oh, right." The Jolteon grabbed her pack, rifling through the bag until she came across a container of large red berries. "Here we are -- instant paralysis cure. One should do it. He probably can't chew it, so just drip some of the juice into his mouth and he should start coming around in a few seconds."
"Alright." Kara took the fruit from her roommate, kneeling down beside Leon. Gently she pried his muzzle open, holding the berry about his mouth and slicing it open with a fingertips.
As soon as the first few drops had fallen into Leon's mouth, his body began moving again -- slowly but surely. The Charmeleon instantly began curling into a ball, his claws moving to clutch his tortured ballsac.*Unfortunately, the instinctual impulse to collapse into the fetal position did nothing to soothe the apocalyptic agony radiating from his gonads and overloading his nervous system -- though it did help cover them from any further attacks. There was that, at least.
"Heh." Joule chuckled. "That's your standard ballbusted male, alright -- trying to double up and protect the goods. I bet he's been dying to do that ever since we started."
Kara continued to drip berry juice into Leon's mouth, trying to restore more of his mobility -- though the Charmeleon didn't seem particularly eager to leave his current crumpled position. The Kadabra continued to administer the juice for another minute before finally stopping, confident that his paralysis was be mostly gone.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, looking down into his eyes. "Hey, Leon.*You alright?"
Leon was far beyond hearing at the moment...though he was trying to say something. At the moment, though, all he could manage was a soft, high-pitched whine
"Leon?" Kara repeated, still searching for a response. She waved a paw in front of his eyes. "Huh. He's not responding."
"He probably just a little overwhelmed," said Willow. "We've gotta give him a few minutes to loosen up again."
"Well, we only have the practice arena until...oh shit," said Kara, glancing at the clock in the corner of the room. "The next group is gonna be here any minute now -- we've gotta get moving. Where should we put Leon?"
"Well," said Por, "we were already planning on inviting him to our room later...wanna just bring him over now?"
Just then, Leon interrupted with a high, pained squeak, rocking over onto his side, paws still clasped tightly between his legs. "Ohh," he moaned. "My...my BALLS!"
"Yeah," added Joule, largely ignoring the Charmeleon, "if we take him to our room, we can make sure he's alright while he's recovering. That, and make sure no one else hears him squealing about his balls for the next hour."
"Heh. Sounds like a plan -- to our room it is." The Kadabra grabbed her bag, slinging it over a shoulder. "Let's get out of here, then."
Moments later the group was scurrying down the hallway towards their room, carrying a moaning, crumpled Charmeleon between them.
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Again, an excellent narrative. Well done!
Keep on writing.
I think I'm in love with Willow.
What's with the turtles, dolphins, pokemon, etc? No mammals?
Well, dolphins are technically mammals, but I know what you mean. To be honest, it's a personal preference. Most of the things I'm into could be classified under the "furry" umbrella, but I'm not all that into actual fur -- I'm much more interested in scales or feathers or things like that. I guess I make up my stories accordingly. It's not really a conscious thing, it's just what pops into my head.
On the other hand, I do have a work-in-progress with deer that'll probably make its way here eventually. I dunno if that's quite the kind of mammal you're looking for, but maybe it's a start.
Oh, and MamaJama: glad you like Willow. I started writing parts of her busting scene almost a year ago, so I'm happy to hear she's well-received :P
Could I get a Wolf please,hope its no trouble
Heh -- I've got plenty of my own stuff to finish before I start anything new, but I'll keep those thoughts in mind. No promises, but ya may get something eventually :P
if you want a story with a horse,bull,raccoon, i have some stories on the eunuch archives
they are more then just ball busting
ill post links but please read the warnings
Stallions dilemma
http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/S/ea_125511stallion.htm
Part2
http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/S/ea_13227stallion.htm
Leira's Raccoon (side story to Stallion part 2)
http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/L/ea_45831leria_s_.htm
Minotaurs fate
http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/M/ea_43827minotaur.htm
again be sure to read the warnings prior to reading the stories
Great stuff, thanks a lot! Much joy!
I just love that pokemon 3-parter
Heh -- I don't normally think of myself as such, but I guess I do tend towards things with scales :P
Speaking of which: I've almost got another chapter of Dragon Slaying done! It's taking a little longer than expected because I'm working on two different endings -- one canon, one non-canon -- but here's a snippet to keep y'all happy while I finish things up. Enjoy!
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Beneath me on her hands and knees the dragoness let out a pleasurable hiss, her back arching as I sunk slowly into her sex. Her tail curled around one of my legs, trying to pull me in deeper. "Mmm...faster," she moaned, in a voice that made my cock throb.
Oh god, I wanted to, to let myself go and start rutting -- I just wasn't sure if my gonads could handle it after all they'd been through. I had to try, though. I ****** myself to pull back out, toeclaws curling from her tight grip around my pole. I paused for a moment to steel myself, then thrust in again, sighing in pleasure -- then cringing as my ballsac slapped up against her and a strong jolt of nausea shot up my spine. I let out a grunt, trying to swallow back the pain. C'mon, seriously? Fuck today was not my day. Still, the warm wet tunnel surrounding my cock remained rather compelling, so I pulled back, gritting my teeth as I prepared for another thrust...
Apparently that wasn't enough for the female. "Faster," she repeated, a little more forcefully this time, pressing her rump back to meet my thrust.
This didn't help my balls, which managed to swing up between the two of us and get squashed uncomfortably between my groin and her ass before they could squirm away to safety. "Oogh," I gasped, my grip on her sides tightening instinctively as I bent over, reacting to the sudden sickness in my stomach. "Nngh, could you...not do that?"
"Could you fuck me?" she hissed back, shooting a deadly look over her shoulder.
She did not look happy. I bit my lip and swallowed nervously as I pulled out once again, still somewhat hunched over the female. I knew what she wanted, and fuck if I didn't want to give it to her, but I also knew there was no way I could pound her without also putting myself in a world of pain. My nuts were giving off a considerable ache even while I stood still. Still, she was waiting...
I was going to be walking funny after this, but I couldn't see any better option -- she wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer. Throwing caution to the wind, I thrust in once more, my toes curling in pleasure at the sensations coming from my cock, then curling in pain as my ballsac slapped up against her. I ****** myself to keep going, pulling out and thrusting in and trying to block out the pain, but each thrust was like another slap to my already tenderized testicles. I felt my knees trembling beneath me, fighting to support my weight as the agony grew in my gut. God damn that hippo. I could feel my pace slowing, and sure enough, it was only a few moments before she interrupted yet again.
"I said faster!" she shouted, clearly frustrated. "Gods, do I have to do everything?"
I yelped as I felt a clawed hand shoot up between my legs, wrapping around my battered balls. The blood drained from my face as I realized what she was doing. Oh no...she couldn't possibly--
Any further thought process of mine was interrupted by the sudden yank on my bloated plums. My body lurched forwards to prevent the female from ripping my jewels clean off -- sure, they were low-hangers, but they didn't stretch that far. That, in turn, caused me to slam my cock into her tight slit right up to the hilt...which was of course exactly what she wanted in the first place.
I bent over the dragoness with an agonized groan just as she arched upwards with a happy moan, her sex spasming around my length. "That's it," she hissed, claws scratching at the earth. "Come on, don't you know how to fuck a girl? Let's try again."
I couldn't do much more than grunt in reply, but I breathed a sigh of relief as she relinquished her grip, letting my mangled marbles slip through her fingers. Apparently she was giving me another chance...or so I initially thought. To my horror, I felt something else curl around the neck of my scrotum, encircling my aching pair and squeezing them down tightly into their pouch. What on earth? She'd just let go of me -- I could see her hand now, briefly moving to fondle her tits before she set it back on the ground. How the hell was she grabbing me now? As far as I could tell, her whole body was busy. I could see all four of her limbs, her arms supporting her upper body, her legs on either side of mine, and that didn't leave anything but...ah.
Her tail.
I let out another squeak as I was jerked backwards by my gonads, the scaly spunk-factories squirming but failing to escape from the coils of the female's tail. Instead the two nuggets were squashed together into one enormous mass, trying in vain to escape the ungodly pressure. I squealed as my fragile eggs were assaulted once more, compressed into an ever-shrinking space; the dragoness merely let out another pleasurable rumble as I slid back out of her, my cock prepared for the next thrust.
Of course, now I could see where this was going, but I was nowhere near fast enough (or at this point, strong enough) to stop it. This time the female didn't even both letting go with her tail: she just grabbed my balls themselves, the full-to-bursting lump at the bottom of my sack, and pulled, my nutmeat squishing between her fingers as she propelled me forward. I roared in agony as my dragonmakers were crushed, even as my member disappeared once more, my hips slamming up against her gorgeous ass. Oh god, what I would've given to plow that ass any other time, any time but now -- and then I was jerked back again, my roar of pain transitioning to more of a squawk as her tail squashed my poor berries.
Beneath me, the dragoness was having the time of her life. She began to build up a rhythm, using me like some sort of organic dildo, making all sorts of pleasurable noises as she shoved my thick length in and out of her slit. I, on the other hand, was fighting to escape from a world of agony. My poor nuts, already flattened from hippo-stomping, were sending waves of nausea through my body, the slippery orbs unable to escape from her vicious grip. I could just picture them popping in her claws, the scaly spuds unable to take the pressure, and the thought of losing my boys after all we'd been through made me want to curl up and die even more than I already did.
I tried to think of what I'd done to deserve this -- if maybe this was karmic repayment for something I'd done before -- but I couldn't remember a time I'd ever put anyone through this much pain. No, this was just plain sadism. I wondered briefly what merciful god could possibly allow this to happen. Then I pictured Mother Nature, sitting back and laughing her ass off at me. Hell, it was her who designed us guys with our nuts on the outside. Maybe this was her idea of a practical joke.
Anyway, one way or another my family jewels were being crushed, and within a few seconds I had all but collapsed on top of the dragoness. I was draped across her back and writhing in pain, her strength holding up the two of us as she continued to use me as a fucktoy. "My BALLS," I croaked, "what are you doing tooooaaAANNNRRGGHH!"
"That's it, moan for me," she grinned, her fist clenching tightly around her badly-busted handful. "Oh god that makes me hot."
I could only screech in reply as my guts continued to turn themselves inside-out. My nuts were putty in her grip, her fingers digging deeply into the center of each orb, the scaly organs quivering on the edge of rupture. If she kept this up much longer, my dragonhood was either going to be reduced to goo or skewered on her claws. Either way I was going to spend the rest of my life in the fetal position, weeping.
I had to make it stop before it was too late. With the small part of my rational mind I still had left, I tried to reason with her. "Please," I squealed desperately, "you're going to pop my balls -- don't you want to have kids?"
"No, actually," she shot back, "I just wanna get fucked. And if you can't do that, maybe I'll find someone with the stones to do the job." She pulled back again with her tail, murmuring pleasantly to herself. I could feel the walls of her passage ripple around my rod, gripping my shaft tightly as it slid out...not that that made up for the stranglehold on my nutsac. And then she was reversing direction, squashing my plums between her fingers as she pulled me back in--
Oh god, the nausea. A dragon's testicles were never meant to be treated like this. I think the only thing that kept me from throwing up is that I was too weak to go through that much effort. I just lay sprawled across her back, twitching weakly as my cock slid in and out of her sex. Traitor...it was still rock-hard, too, even as the rest of my body went limp. I guess the scent of a dragoness in heat was just too much to resist. Pity I couldn't enjoy my first proper fucking.
I was pretty much ready to give up at this point, to let her do what she wanted and just hope I was still in one piece when she finished, but unfortunately it wasn't going to be that simple. All the twitching I'd been doing while draped across the female's back had caused me to slump to one side, leaning towards the right. Thus, when she suddenly squeezed with her hardest squeeze yet -- I guess I'd hit a good spot, because she moaned at the same time -- my limbs spasmed once again, and it was just enough to push me off the dragoness and let me tumble towards the ground.
Before hitting the dirt, though, I came to an abrupt and unfortunate stop. See, just because I'd fallen off the girl's back didn't mean she'd let go of my nuts -- in fact, her tail was still wrapped quite tightly around my ballsac, and as a result I found myself in a rather uncomfortable position. I let out a choked gasp as for a split second my lower body was suspended by my balls, the dragoness refusing to let go, still crushing the rubbery lumps in the coils of her tail...until she released me, allowing me to crash the remaining few inches to the ground.
For the time being I just lay there, too battered even to curl into the fetal position. I couldn't even think with the waves of pain washing over me. It felt like my groin was on fire -- except that fire probably would've hurt a lot less. In my state, having my eggs boiled seemed a lot more pleasant than having them crushed.
The dragoness, on the other hand, reacted immediately...and she was not happy. Her lustful panting turned into a frustrated groan and then into an angry growl as my thick length slid out of her, leaving her empty. She glared back at me over her shoulder, then climbed to her feet, brushing the dirt off her knees. The female folded her hands beneath her breasts as she stood over me, her red scales shining with a light sheen of sweat.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm not done with you yet!"
Great story Piou, found some more Furry BB pics.
http://europe1.yiffstar.com/?pid=29178
Hello.
I drew a picture of Furry Ballbusting(**********?). Please teach a good method to show it here.
Sorry, I am not good at English.
Hello.
I drew the picture of the Furry Ballbusting(**********?).
Is there the good method to show here?
sorry, I'm not good at English.
Looking forward to it, Poiu. You said that dragon testicles don't rupture- with a partner who knows that, things could get very... interesting.
Funny you should mention that, FlattenMe...that's sort of an important plot point over the next few chapters, which are all spent with this dragoness. Things definitely get "interesting" for our dragon friend.
On that note, the next chapter of Dragon Slaying is below! Sort of, anyway. I decided to write this chapter with two endings: an official ending where P'oiu is badly busted but survives intact, and a different, non-canon ending where he's not quite so lucky. For now I'm posting the non-canon version, since I finished it first :P
Read it and enjoy -- I'll post the version with the official ending sometime soon. (I want to keep writing this series, after all...it's hard to do that if my main character is a eunuch.)
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It took a moment or two before the scene in front of me really sunk in. "Uh...hello," I said simply, as my brain attempted to process what was going on.
Sitting about ten feet away from me was the dragoness I had been looking for, the female in heat whose scent had been driving me crazy since this morning -- and from where I was, I could see every ruby-red scale on her naked body. She was leaning back against a tree with her legs spread, one hand squeezing and groping a pair of firm, luscious breasts while the other drove an improvised stone dildo in and out of her sex. Already she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistening slightly in the afternoon sun, body splayed out wantonly as she took care of her needs. She continued to pleasure herself even as she looked back at me, grinning as she caught my eye.
My god. My member twitched at the sight -- I'd seen pin-up models that didn't look this good. Granted, it probably didn't hurt that she was the first female dragon I'd seen in months, that she was openly masturbating in front of me, or that she was giving off enough pheromones to keep me horny for the next week, but even ignoring that she was something to see. Exotic, too -- I'd heard of red dragons, but this was the first one I'd seen in the flesh. I must have travelled farther from home than I'd realized.
"Come to join the festivities?" she purred, interrupting my train of thought. Her gaze slipped down to the pole of dragoncock jutting happily from my crotch, and the dragoness licked her lips, sliding the stone dildo from her dripping slit and setting it down beside her. "You certainly kept me waiting long enough..."
My length gave a forceful twitch, beyond stiff at the female's suggestive approach. "I, uh--" I stuttered, searching for a response. "That is--"
"Don't be shy," she replied, smiling. Already she had moved onto her hands and knees, starting to crawl towards me. "All I'm looking for is a fuck."
Oh god -- the smell of her heat got even stronger as she drew closer, until my head swam with the scent. My member ached for some kind of touch...but just beneath it my swollen nuts were giving off an even stronger ache, still recovering from the trauma they'd just been put through. If I busted a nut in this condition, I'd probably spend the next week curled in the fetal position. I couldn't do this. Despite every instinct to the contrary, I cleared my throat and tried to decline. "N-no, you don't understand. I, uh..."
But the dragoness wasn't listening -- in fact, she was looking hungrily down at my cock, bending forward and quickly closing what little gap was left between us. She grinned once more, her gaze falling to my groin. "Well you look like you could use a hand. Or maybe a tongue..."
Before I even had time to respond, her head was in my lap, her lips wrapped around the first few inches of my pride. I let out a shuddering exhale, the air rushing from my lungs as she rapidly worked her way down my shaft. Her tongue snaked along the throbbing length, my member disappearing down her throat before I could protest. Not that I really could protest, given that I was in the middle of a long, lustful moan...I couldn't remember the last time anything had felt this good. The only recent sexual experience I had besides my own hand was my experience with Opal, the frog, but not even having her magnificent rack squished up against my cock could compare to this. I wondered if all females in heat were this good at giving head.
I leaned back, melting into the tree trunk behind me as the dragoness I'd met just a few minutes prior slaved away at my dragonhood. She grabbed the base of my shaft in her hand, and my toeclaws curled as she began squeezing and stroking the length that wasn't already in her mouth. God, I could feel the heat radiating off of her -- she had to be in the thick of her cycle. No wonder she was so eager to jump my bones. I couldn't help but reach down and place a hand on her head, feeling her rise and fall as she bobbed up and down on my thick length. To think -- had I really tried to turn this down? Sure, the ache in my balls was still there -- in fact, it was there pretty strongly -- but it was more than drowned out by the heavenly tongue dancing around my shaft.
Or at least it was drowned out, until my new female companion decided to switch tactics. I didn't initially notice when she hefted my ballsac in her claws, but I definitely noticed when she decided to give me a friendly squeeze. "Ah!" I gasped, bending forward, "ah, not so--not so rough, please!"
My comment actually made her stop, and for a moment I feared that I'd offended her -- especially when she pulled up on my shaft, allowing the length to slip from her muzzle and back into her hand. She gave me an inscrutable look, then began to reposition herself. She had been kneeling in front of me so far, but now she lay down on her stomach, propping herself on her elbows to ensure her tongue remained in range of her target.
One fortunate side effect of this was that I got my first glance at her backside, including the her rear: deep red scales covering taut flesh that looked infinitely squeezable. Granted, the view was partially blocked by her tail, but I could see more than enough to get the idea. Of course, an even more fortunate side effect of her new position was that her magnificent rack -- which I'd been a little too distracted to admire so far -- was now pretty much presented for my viewing pleasure. Hell, the girl had tits to rival Opal, and that was saying something. I could feel my length give another strong throb as my eyes traced over her cleavage, imagining the twin mounds wrapped around my rod...
But the position she was in now didn't exactly lend itself to titfucking, and the female had other plans in mind. She craned her neck forward, opening her mouth once more, but instead of resuming her blowjob she went lower, sucking one of my swollen balls between her lips.
For a moment I was absolutely terrified -- fuck fuck fuck, oh god, not those teeth! -- but that fear was quickly laid to rest as she continued sucking, rather than chomping down and making me squeal like a hatchling. I watched with bated breath as she rolled the scaly orb on her tongue, trying to force myself to relax. I still wasn't convinced she wasn't about to do something awful, but when she was only a bite away from making me half a male, I wasn't about to argue. Besides, after having my balls bashed up by half a dozen women, it was nice to be reminded that they could be used for pleasure, too. It certainly helped relieve some of the pain from the stomping that hippo had given me just a little earlier. I shivered as she suckled on the oversized egg for a few more moments before letting it slip back into the open air. She then gave my other nut the same treatment, wrapping her long tongue around the bruised spud and gently playing with it. By the time she had finished I was panting, slumped back blissfully against the tree.
"Better?" she asked.
"Yes," I groaned back. Maybe having balls wasn't such a bad deal after all.
"You'd better be," she replied. "You're not getting off that easy."
I didn't have time to consider what she meant before the dragoness suddenly resumed her ministrations on my cock, gulping down the throbbing pole even faster than she had before. I let out a loud, throaty moan, eyes rolling back into my head as her tongue danced skillfully around my shaft. I watched her straighten out her neck to take more of my length as her lips moved down, down, down, until finally her nose bumped up gently against my groin. It was a hell of a sight, watching this goddess of a female go down, working feverishly to swallow down every last inch of my dragonhood, and despite all I'd been through I could feel my balls starting to rise.
I could easily have busted a nut right there, given another minute or two, but instead the female chose to pull back once more. I watched entranced as she slowly came up on my shaft, several feet of dragoncock reemerging into the open air, now glistening with her saliva. I couldn't help but shudder weakly as she gave one more lick along the underside of my length, earning a short spurt of pre in response that splashed across her face. God this girl was good. It was all I could do not to just melt into a puddle of hormones where I sat.
Of course, my partner had much more planned. Without another word she turned away, climbing to her knees. For a moment I thought she was leaving -- seriously, after all I'd been through I had to meet a cocktease? -- but no, no, she was just crawling a few feet away, that gorgeous ass swinging back and forth as she moved. I watched her rear sway seductively for a few more seconds before she came to a stop, bending forward to let her upper body rest against the ground, presenting me with a clear view of...oh. Duh.
"Well then." She looked back over her shoulder, tail raised invitingly. "Why don't we get started?"
I knew even at the time that this was a bad idea, with my balls basically broken and all, but I'd challenge any male with a pulse to turn down what I was seeing -- particularly any other male as pent up as me. You have to understand: there are very few species out there in the natural world that are the size of us dragons, and even fewer that are equipped to handle the kind of rod that us male dragons keep between our legs. That wasn't a problem back a few hundred years ago, back before we were an endangered species, but now that our numbers have dwindled, it can be hard for a guy to find a dragoness in need of a fuck. Combine that with an extremely active sex drive and you get an entire race of sexually frustrated dragons, ****** to "take matters into their own hands", as it were. I couldn't tell you how many loads I've blown imagining a scene like the one I was in right now.
Anyway, my point is that there are very few females out there who are even capable of having sex with me, at least in the traditional sense. I'd gotten my rocks off with smaller fems before -- most recently with Opal, of course -- but never actually, y'know...
So yeah, I was a virgin.
Now you tell me: if you'd never had sex before, and a naked, horny, needy dragoness was begging you for a fuck, you'd do it, right? Busted balls or no, it's not like you see this kind of opportunity every day. Carefully I rose to my knees, trying not to disturb the swollen seedsacks hanging between my legs as I crawled forward. I was a little worried, sure, but what was the worst that could happen? After all I'd been through, getting screwed silly by a female in heat wasn't exactly torture. My balls could take a little bumping...as long as I was careful, anyway.
I placed a hand on her scaly rump, giving the flesh a firm squeeze, my heart pounding as I settled into position. To think, soon my hips would be slamming up against that ass...I shook my head, ******* myself to focus. I shifted forward a bit further on my knees, one hand reaching down to guide my member, until the tip brushed up against something warm and wet...
I might have savored the experience for a moment longer if I'd had the choice, but the female was eager to get started. As soon as she felt me press against her entrance she pressed back, the first few inches of my length disappearing into that tight slit, and...my god. Was this what sex actually felt like? Every instinct in my body told me to just thrust the rest of the way inwards, but I ****** myself to calm down, trying to keep a level head. After all, my balls were still throbbing in pain from their earlier abuse -- I didn't want to get too eager and accidentally bust myself. I wasn't about to blow this kind of opportunity. Carefully I continued to push inwards, trembling with pleasure at the smooth walls that gripped my member, until finally my hips met hers, the full length of my dragonhood surrounded by her warm sex.
Beneath me the dragoness let out a pleasurable hiss, her back arching as I sunk slowly into her sex. Her tail curled around one of my legs, trying to pull me in deeper. "Mmm...faster," she moaned, in a voice that made my cock throb.
Oh god, I wanted to, to let myself go and start rutting -- I just wasn't sure if my gonads could handle it after all they'd been through. I had to try, though. I ****** myself to pull back out, toeclaws curling from her tight grip around my pole. I paused for a moment to steel myself, then thrust in again, sighing in pleasure -- then cringing as my ballsac slapped up against her and a strong jolt of nausea shot up my spine. I let out a grunt, trying to swallow back the pain. C'mon, seriously? Fuck today was not my day. Still, the warm wet tunnel surrounding my cock remained rather compelling, so I pulled back, gritting my teeth as I prepared for another thrust...
Apparently that wasn't enough for the female. "Faster," she repeated, a little more forcefully this time, pressing her rump back to meet my thrust.
This didn't help my balls, which managed to swing up between the two of us and get squashed uncomfortably between my groin and her ass before they could squirm away to safety. "Oogh," I gasped, my grip on her sides tightening instinctively as I bent over, reacting to the sudden sickness in my stomach. "Nngh, could you...not do that?"
"Could you fuck me?" she hissed back, shooting a deadly look over her shoulder.
She did not look happy. I bit my lip and swallowed nervously as I pulled out once again, still somewhat hunched over the female. I knew what she wanted, and fuck if I didn't want to give it to her, but I also knew there was no way I could pound her without also putting myself in a world of pain. My nuts were giving off a considerable ache even while I stood still. Still, she was waiting...
I was going to be walking funny after this, but I couldn't see any better option -- she wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer. Throwing caution to the wind, I thrust in once more, my toes curling in pleasure at the sensations coming from my cock, then curling in pain as my ballsac slapped up against her. I ****** myself to keep going, pulling out and thrusting in and trying to block out the pain, but each thrust was like another slap to my already tenderized testicles. I felt my knees trembling beneath me, fighting to support my weight as the agony grew in my gut. God damn that hippo. I could feel my pace slowing, and sure enough, it was only a few moments before she interrupted yet again.
"I said faster!" she shouted, clearly frustrated. "Gods, do I have to do everything?"
I yelped as I felt a clawed hand shoot up between my legs, wrapping around my battered balls. The blood drained from my face as I realized what she was doing. Oh no...she couldn't possibly--
Any further thought process of mine was interrupted by the sudden yank on my bloated plums. My body lurched forwards to prevent the female from ripping my jewels clean off -- sure, they were low-hangers, but they didn't stretch that far. That, in turn, caused me to slam my cock into her tight slit right up to the hilt...which was of course exactly what she wanted in the first place.
I bent over the dragoness with an agonized groan just as she arched upwards with a happy moan, her sex spasming around my length. "That's it," she hissed, claws scratching at the earth. "Come on, don't you know how to fuck a girl? Let's try again."
I couldn't do much more than grunt in reply, but I breathed a sigh of relief as she relinquished her grip, letting my mangled marbles slip through her fingers. Apparently she was giving me another chance...or so I initially thought. To my horror, I felt something else curl around the neck of my scrotum, encircling my aching pair and squeezing them down tightly into their pouch. What on earth? She'd just let go of me -- I could see her hand now, briefly moving to fondle her tits before she set it back on the ground. How the hell was she grabbing me now? As far as I could tell, her whole body was busy. I could see all four of her limbs, her arms supporting her upper body, her legs on either side of mine, and that didn't leave anything but...ah.
Her tail.
I let out another squeak as I was jerked backwards by my gonads, the scaly spunk-factories squirming but failing to escape from the coils of the female's tail. Instead the two nuggets were squashed together into one enormous mass, trying in vain to escape the ungodly pressure. I squealed as my fragile eggs were assaulted once more, compressed into an ever-shrinking space; the dragoness merely let out another pleasurable rumble as I slid back out of her, my cock prepared for the next thrust.
Of course, now I could see where this was going, but I was nowhere near fast enough (or at this point, strong enough) to stop it. This time the female didn't even both letting go with her tail: she just grabbed my balls themselves, the full-to-bursting lump at the bottom of my sack, and pulled, my nutmeat squishing between her fingers as she propelled me forward. I roared in agony as my dragonmakers were crushed, even as my member disappeared once more, my hips slamming up against her gorgeous ass. Oh god, what I would've given to plow that ass any other time, any time but now -- and then I was jerked back again, my roar of pain transitioning to more of a squawk as her tail squashed my poor berries.
Beneath me, the dragoness was having the time of her life. She began to build up a rhythm, using me like some sort of organic dildo, making all sorts of pleasurable noises as she shoved my thick length in and out of her slit. I, on the other hand, was fighting to escape from a world of agony. My poor nuts, already flattened from hippo-stomping, were sending waves of nausea through my body, the slippery orbs unable to escape from her vicious grip. I could just picture them popping in her claws, the scaly spuds unable to take the pressure, and the thought of losing my boys after all we'd been through made me want to curl up and die even more than I already did.
I tried to think of what I'd done to deserve this -- if maybe this was karmic repayment for something I'd done before -- but I couldn't remember a time I'd ever put anyone through this much pain. No, this was just plain sadism. I wondered briefly what merciful god could possibly allow this to happen. Then I pictured Mother Nature, sitting back and laughing her ass off at me. Hell, it was her who designed us guys with our nuts on the outside. Maybe this was her idea of a practical joke.
Anyway, one way or another my family jewels were being crushed, and within a few seconds I had all but collapsed on top of the dragoness. I was draped across her back and writhing in pain, her strength holding up the two of us as she continued to use me as a fucktoy. "My BALLS," I croaked, "what are you doing tooooaaAANNNRRGGHH!"
"That's it, moan for me," she grinned, her fist clenching tightly around her badly-busted handful. "Oh god that makes me hot."
I could only screech in reply as my guts continued to turn themselves inside-out. My nuts were putty in her grip, her fingers digging deeply into the center of each orb, the scaly organs quivering on the edge of rupture. If she kept this up much longer, my dragonhood was either going to be reduced to goo or skewered on her claws. Either way I was going to spend the rest of my life in the fetal position, weeping.
I had to make it stop before it was too late. With the small part of my rational mind I still had left, I tried to reason with her. "Please," I squealed desperately, "you're going to pop my balls -- don't you want to have kids?"
"No, actually," she shot back, "I just wanna get fucked. And if you can't do that, maybe I'll find someone with the stones to do the job." She pulled back again with her tail, murmuring pleasantly to herself. I could feel the walls of her passage ripple around my rod, gripping my shaft tightly as it slid out...not that that made up for the stranglehold on my nutsac. And then she was reversing direction, squashing my plums between her fingers as she pulled me back in--
Oh god, the nausea. A dragon's testicles were never meant to be treated like this. I think the only thing that kept me from throwing up is that I was too weak to go through that much effort. I just lay sprawled across her back, twitching weakly as my cock slid in and out of her sex. Traitor...it was still rock-hard, too, even as the rest of my body went limp. I guess the scent of a dragoness in heat was just too much to resist. Pity I couldn't enjoy my first proper fucking.
I was pretty much ready to give up at this point, to let her do what she wanted and just hope I was still in one piece when she finished, but unfortunately it wasn't going to be that simple. All the twitching I'd been doing while draped across the female's back had caused me to slump to one side, leaning towards the right. Thus, when she suddenly squeezed with her hardest squeeze yet -- I guess I'd hit a good spot, because she moaned at the same time -- my limbs spasmed once again, and it was just enough to push me off the dragoness and let me tumble towards the ground.
Before hitting the dirt, though, I came to an abrupt and unfortunate stop. See, just because I'd fallen off the girl's back didn't mean she'd let go of my nuts -- in fact, her tail was still wrapped quite tightly around my ballsac, and as a result I found myself in a rather uncomfortable position. I let out a choked gasp as for a split second my lower body was suspended by my balls, the dragoness refusing to let go, still crushing the rubbery lumps in the coils of her tail...until she released me, allowing me to crash the remaining few inches to the ground.
For the time being I just lay there, too battered even to curl into the fetal position. I couldn't even think with the waves of pain washing over me. It felt like my groin was on fire -- except that fire probably would've hurt a lot less. In my state, having my eggs boiled seemed a lot more pleasant than having them crushed.
The dragoness, on the other hand, reacted immediately...and she was not happy. Her lustful panting turned into a frustrated groan and then into an angry growl as my thick length slid out of her, leaving her empty. She glared back at me over her shoulder, then climbed to her feet, brushing the dirt off her knees. The female folded her hands beneath her breasts as she stood over me, her red scales shining with a light sheen of sweat.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm not done with you yet!"
I let out a low, agonized keen, rocking slowly on the ground. "Oh my god," I moaned, claws moving shakily to cradle my nutsack. "You...oh, my balls."
"Oh come on." The dragoness frowned down at me, watching as I tried feebly to protect myself. "They're just bashed around a bit, you're still intact." She placed a foot on one of my calves, sliding it up along my leg until it rested on my upper thigh. She nudged my arm with her toes. "Now come on, move your hands."
I whimpered in pain, refusing to budge. "Oh...oh god," I moaned, claws wrapped tightly around my tortured package. "Oh god, please, no, not...nmgh...not my balls, not my balls!"
The female scowled at me, placing her foot on top of my hands. "I would advise you to move your hands," she growled softly, "unless you want me to stomp your balls into jelly right now."
I cried out as the dragoness pressed down on my hands, pushing my already tenderized testes into my pelvis. "Alright, alright!" I squealed, ******* my hands to my sides, "oh my...ANNgh!"
"Very good." The dragoness poked a bare toe at my scaly scrotum, smiling as my hips twitched in painful response. "I wouldn't want to have to ruin a perfectly good set of dragon testicles." She slid her foot up farther, rubbing it against my limp member. "Especially when they're attached to a cock like this."
Despite the immense pain, I felt some stirring of pleasure in my groin as the female rubbed her sole against my dragonhood, her toes splaying around the head. God that felt good -- and despite the pain, I still felt practically ready to blow. If I hadn't been so worried about having her foot that close to my nuts, I probably would've been spurting precum like a blue-balled teenager.
"Now," she continued, speaking very carefully. "Are you going to fuck me, or what?"
I shuddered, trying to focus despite the rubbing at my cock and the nutpain still throbbing in my gut. No...there was no way I could do this, no way I could screw her in this condition. It had been a bad idea from the beginning. I had to get out now, find some medical attention and hope my balls were still functional. Opal was supposed to be nearby -- maybe she'd have a potion that could help.
"N-no," I replied, "I...I wish I could help you, but I can't, I--"
That was not the answer she wanted to hear. I let out a squeak as the heel of her foot came crashing down into my family jewels, my pleasant footjob abruptly terminated.
"Are you kidding me?!" she exclaimed, grinding her foot down into my balls to emphasize her statement. "All I'm asking for is a fuck -- can't you at least give a lady that?!"
I couldn't even string together a reply at this point -- I just lay on my back, gazing weakly at the towering female as I tried not to vomit. Between my legs, my testicles felt like bowling balls, swollen to impossible proportions.
Her expression darkened even further. "I swear, you are the most useless male I've ever met," she seethed. With an aggravated huff she pulled her leg back, then let her foot fly at full speed into my swollen plums. I didn't even have time to react before she did it again, her toeclaws slamming into my bare balls with all the strength of a full-grown dragoness and all the fury of a female scorned.
"MY BALLS!" I squealed, curling double to protect myself -- but she was faster. First she fell to a kneeling position -- her knee landing directly on top of my balls, of course, squashing them into the dirt under her weight. Then, while I was still twitching from that blow, she reached down and scooped my nuts up in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the neck of my ballsac. She fired a punch into my trabbed orbs to get my attention, making me cry out as my body quaked in pain.
"Look at me!"
I cracked open one of my eyes to face the demoness between my legs, her face warped with an almost possessed fury and her claws wrapped oh-so-tightly around my naked gonads.
"Now are you going to fuck me," she growled, "or should I just pop these now?" Immediately she clamped down, my balls losing any sort of spherical shape as my nutflesh squished out sideways between her fingers.
I could feel my reproductive future on the edge of bursting in her grip. "STOP STOP STOP!" I screamed, limbs flailing, "PLEASE, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST STOP!"
"That's more like it." She eased off on her grip, my testicles springing back into some semblance of their usual shape. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Just give the girl what she wants and we'll be done in no time."
I couldn't do anything but wheeze for breath as she let my sac slip from her fingers, instead wrapping her hands around my cock and giving the rod a tight squeeze. Apparently she was unwilling to let me rest for even a second, stroking me quickly to bring me back up to my full hardness. What on earth had I gotten myself into? All I wanted to do at this point was curl up and nurse my aching spuds, but despite myself, I couldn't help but throb at her touches, my length pulsing eagerly for the female. I think my gonads had been through too much to know what was going on anymore, and the pheromones still swirling around me were messing with my head -- despite myself, I was feeling hornier by the second. I craned my neck to look down at the naked dragoness and coughed. I wondered if she'd let me keep my balls if I just came on her tits and called it a day.
The dragoness, however, had something else in mind. I watched as she crawled forward a few steps and straddled my waist, my pole pressed up against her stomach as she grinned down at me. She gave the length a few more quick strokes to make sure I was ready, then without any further delay she raised her hips, positioning herself over me. "Ready?" she asked -- but the question was rhetorical. Immediately she pressed down, her hand holding my cock steady as she slid it into her tight slit once again. Dazedly I watched her as she hissed quietly in pleasure, her knees sliding out from either side of my body as she began working her way down my dragonhood. Despite everything, I'd be lying if I said the sight was anything less than sexy.
Of course, once she'd sunk down on the first few inches of my shaft, her hand moved away from the base of my shaft to a much less sexy place. I wanted to weep as I felt her claws encircle my dragonmakers once more, poised to crush away--and sure enough, I felt her fingers begin to tighten, her grip instinctively closing as she let out a moan and her sex rippled around my member.
"Uh, please," I squeaked quietly, "could you just let go of my--"
But apparently she was busy focusing on other things, as just then she decided to spear herself on my length, hips slamming down the remaining foot between her body and mine. The female let out a shuddering gasp as suddenly she was filled with dragoncock, my member buried to the hilt inside of her. I let out a gasp too, as her ass came crashing down in my lap and her fingers tightened even further, both serious blows to my already traumatized testes. The nausea shot through my gut, like something feasting on my insides, and automatically my chest shot upwards, my body trying once more to protect its precious cargo.
The dragoness was having none of it, though -- she just placed a hand on my chest and shoved me back down against the ground. Then with a dreamy sigh she brought her hips up again, her body gripping desperately at every inch of my pride as it slid from her passage. She paused about 2/3 of the way up for just a moment before slamming back down once again, this time letting out an audible cry as she plunged my length back inside of her.
I let out another squeak as my scaly spuds were squashed even further, beginning to lose their oval shape, but there was little I could do as she rose up yet again, even more quickly than before. To my dismay the dragoness began to build up a rhythm, riding my throbbing pole, each bounce in my lap bringing her closer to the orgasm she desperately needed -- and bringing me one step closer to **********. The female wasted no time in ramping things up, and within just a few more seconds she had begun thumping up and down on me with abandon, moaning with lust as she rolled her hips against mine.
Similarly, it was only a few more thrusts until I was squealing as loudly as I had been before, bolts of pain racing up my spine as my eggs were scrambled for the umpteenth time. The dragoness had a death grip around my balls, the poor orbs all but obliterated between her claws as she squeezed away, and my body reacted accordingly. I jerked and twitched madly beneath the female, wave after wave of agony radiating outwards from my groin. I kept trying to curl up or to roll over -- to somehow protect my tortured plums -- but the dragoness just kept ******* me back down, using my body however she wished. Despite my pleas she continued to piston up and down my shaft, her tunnel milking my length like there was no tomorrow -- which there might very well not be, at least not for me. Within a minute or so my gonads were no longer anything but a misshapen lump in the dragoness's fist, crushed beyond recognition. Somewhere in the back of my mind came the realization that I was about to blow my final load: one last shot of spunk before my nuts just caved in completely. At least there was some chance I'd be passing on my genes. I prayed for a daughter -- for her sake.
I bucked desperately as her grip somehow continued to tighten, my poor nuts on the edge of bursting as she continued to frantically ride my cock. I squealed like a hatchling as she threatened to destroy my dragonhood -- squealing an even higher pitch than she was as she sunk down on me once more. She seemed completely lost at this point: her head rolled back in pleasure, groping herself with her free hand, her cunt squeezing around my shaft like she wanted to pull it right off. Even through the soul-crushing pain, there was a tiny part of me that couldn't help but appreciate her looks -- the way her body glistened with sweat, the way her breasts bounced on her chest as she continued to ride every inch of my length. It was amazing to think that I somehow stayed hard through all of this, though I guess on further consideration it wasn't that strange. After all, if you took out the whole 'testicles-being-squashed-like-grapes' thing, this was basically a sex fantasy come true. I tried to focus on the tiny kernel of pleasure that lay beneath everything, even as I was about to black out from the pain.
And that was when I realized it: the one thing that still might let me keep my balls and save me from a life of therapy and testosterone shots. As I had come to realize by this point, this dragoness was fucking insane. Nothing in the world was going to stop her until she got what she wanted -- and right now, all she wanted was more pleasure, no matter what she did to me in the process. Even now she was milking me for all I was worth, her sex spasming around the pillar of flesh between my legs. I would've blown my load in a second, if not for the pain.
So maybe...maybe if I could focus on the good stuff and block out the pain, if I could get her off the way she wanted, then maybe she'd let me go. I mean, she was in heat, and that was driving her body up the wall -- I'm sure she wasn't such a bitch under normal circumstances. I had to assume so, at least, or else me and my balls were fucked.
With what was left of my functioning brain, I concentrated on thrusting, trying to reciprocate however I could. I managed to get my hips twitching in the right direction, at least, jerking upwards to meet her as her perfect behind continued to bounce up and down in my lap, but the dragoness continued to squeeze away, crushing my nuts as if she wanted to grind them into peanut butter. She was so lost in her own world that I don't think she had even noticed my feeble attempt.
Obviously I needed to do more -- to do something that would get her attention. Maybe some groping would do it. Her hips were within arms reach, as were her tits -- and hell, I'd wanted to squeeze those ever since I'd first seen her. I decided to take the opportunity, one hand moving jerkily to the curve of her hip, the other reaching shakily upwards to cup one of her breasts.
My fingers closed around the scaly mound, and immediately I felt my cock throb in response -- how many lonely nights had I spent imagining this, groping some busty female as she rode me into release? Trembling -- with pain or arousal, I'm not sure whice -- I gave the warm flesh as firm a squeeze as I could, fingers sinking into the supple flesh--
Just as I'd expected, that got her attention. On top of me the dragoness's eyes shot open, her body stopping mid-thrust. "Oh!" she exclaimed breathlessly, "ah!"
And then -- then she slammed herself back down in my lap, crying out lustfully as her body milked my rod for all it was worth. My eyes rolled back into my head as her sex rippled around my dragonhood, like a million little tongues slurping at my shaft, a dozen dragonesses on their knees with hands wrapped around my throbbing length. This was it -- there was no way I could resist that tight tunnel. I could feel the biggest load of my life rising from my balls, preparing to fire--
Unfortunately for me, her sex wasn't the only thing that tightened. Just as I felt sure that I had passed the point of no return, she let out another loud cry, throwing her head back as she finally reached orgasm. I felt an immense relief as her body squeezed down on mine, her pussy going into overdrive, my gonads ready to surrender their juice -- but then her fist tightened as well, and suddenly I wasn't nearly as joyful. To my horror, her grip grew even tighter around my dragonmakers, the vice closing even further, until her fingers began digging back into her palm, her claws halfway embedded in my balls. I squealed louder than I ever had before, hips bucking with renewed panic, but nothing I did could stop her. She just kept going, the pressure increasing, the tips of her claws digging into my tortured left nut -- and then suddenly it gave way. Even through her cries of pleasure, I could hear the quiet *pop*, the sudden explosion of pain that rocketed through my gut as half of my dragonhood was reduced to pulp between her fingers.
I froze mid-grope, my mouth opening and closing silently as I tried to find the words to express what had just happened.
Not that I had time to think, or to mourn the loss -- with half of my tackle gone, suddenly all the pressure came bearing down on my one remaining nut. The scaly spud squirmed in her fingers, trying to escape, but it was trapped on all sides, the walls slowly caving inwards as her grip tightened. The dragoness just continued to bounce up and down in my lap, riding my length without a care in the world, as if she hadn't even noticed my mangled marble burst between her fingers. "Oh god yes," she gushed, her sex squeezing tightly around my rod, "oh, fuck me!" Her hips rose once again before slamming back down into my lap, my pole swallowed to the hilt by her eager sex.
Beneath her I cried out, desperate to get the female's attention now, before it was too late. In any normal situation I'd think that my frantic squealing would be enough to catch her notice, but she was almost completely gone, her eyes rolling back into her head as she continued to thump up and down on my engorged length. My hand was still resting on her chest -- I tried giving her tits a more forceful grope in order to get her attention, but she just let out another blissful cry, squeezing my ball even harder. I immediately let go, letting out a strangled sort of squawk as both hands instinctively went to my groin, my entire body shaking at the level of pain. Oh, my nut--!
But I had to keep trying to get her attention -- not that that was easy, with my arms and legs twitching uncontrollably and with my nervous system on the verge of shutting down. It took all the concentration I had to even move, trying to hit her or push her off of me -- but in my condition, I basically just flailed at her side, landing a few ineffective blows on her side as she continued to gasp in pleasure. Her face didn't register anything but pure joy as she rode my staff, her inner walls clamping down hungrily around the thick intruder. Despite everything, I could feel a moan bubbling up in the back of my throat, my tortured body still eager to deliver its gift to the female...if only she would give me a chance!
Another flailing blow slid uselessly down her side, and I could feel the world starting to close in on me. I knew it wasn't working, but I had to try once more. With a final surge of adrenaline I struck at her one more time, throwing all my strength behind my flailing arm and praying that it would catch her attention.
Of course, in hindsight it might have been a good idea to aim where I was hitting a little more carefully. As it was, I ended up delivering a firm spank to her rear, my open palm landing on the one of the globes of her ass with a fleshy smack.
Three things happened as a result.
First of all, the dragoness on top of me arched her back, cried out, and came, the extra bit of rough play just too much to handle. She writhed atop my prick, her entire body contorting in ecstasy as her heat-stricken body finally got the relief it needed. Her inner walls squeezed desperately around my length, milking the thick intruder like her life depended on it, trying desperately to make me blow my top.
And so of course, I followed right after her, blasting my load up into her inner depths with a roar. I couldn't stop my hips from jerking, my cock twitching frantically as I fired thick shots of dragonseed, rope after rope of semen. It was relief of a sort, but none of the usual bliss that came with busting a nut -- after all, her fingers were still clamped around my last remaining nut, the rubbery orb squished nearly flat between her fingers. She was squeezing the juice straight out of my scaly spud, like a big overripe orange, crushing the last of my dragonhood until there was nothing left but pulp. Still, she had already hit her peak, and I'd given her what she wanted -- it couldn't get any worse from here. Right?
Oh, if only. Apparently I had forgotten the first thing about a dragoness in heat: that her body will go crazy for a dragon's seed. In fact, as soon as I let go with the first jet of my spunk she let out a scream of pleasure, her muscles tightening even further as her body demanded every last drop of my cream. Around my cock, it felt amazing...but elsewhere, I could feel her claws tighten one final notch, and the impossible agony that ripped through my stomach told me there was nothing left I could do. With a wet squelch my second nut went, the scaly orb collapsing under the impossible pressure -- and this time, the dragoness definitely noticed. On top of me she shuddered as my gonad gave way, crying out unintelligibly as it slipped through her fingers, a mangled mess of the proud orb it used to be.
Gone. My dragonhood, gone. It felt like a million knives jabbed into my gut, like some essential part of me had been forcibly ripped from my belly. All I could do was lie there, eyes frozen open in shock as the female continued to bounce up and down on my shaft. Rather than stop, the female just kept riding me, her fist tightening even further, trying to squeeze out whatever spunk might be left in my otherwise empty sac. She continued for another minute or so before starting to slow down, gradually coming to a stop.
She just looked down at me for a few seconds, with the most satisfied look on her face that I had ever seen. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, one hand drifting downwards to rub idly at her clit. She shifted in my lap and let out a happy moan, her sex rippling weakly around my length, still buried in her to the hilt.
"You..." I squeaked quietly. "My..."
The female grinned and glanced back at my ballsac, lifting the scaly bag in her hand for a moment before clenching it in her fist once more. I could feel one last kick of nausea as she squeezed, letting the slosh that had been my testicles just a few minutes ago squish between her fingers.
She turned back around. "Was it good for you too?" she asked, grinning down at me.
I blacked out.
Aaaaand here's the canon ending. It diverges starting at the paragraph that begins with "Unfortunately for me".
Also, I realize that at a glance this ending sounds just as bad as the non-canon one, but trust me, all will be revealed :P
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Unfortunately for me, her sex wasn't the only thing that tightened. Just as I felt sure that I had passed the point of no return, she let out another loud cry, throwing her head back as she finally reached orgasm. I felt an immense relief as her body squeezed down on mine, her pussy going into overdrive, my gonads ready to surrender their juice -- but then her fist tightened as well, and suddenly I wasn't nearly as joyful. To my horror, her grip grew even tighter around my dragonmakers, the vice closing even further, until her fingers began digging back into her palm, her claws halfway embedded in my balls. I squealed louder than I ever had before, hips bucking with renewed panic, but nothing I did could stop her. She just kept going, the pressure increasing, the tips of her claws digging into my tortured plums.
This was bad -- very bad. My scaly spuds squirmed in her fingers, trying to escape the impossible pressure, but they were trapped on all sides, the walls slowly caving inwards as her grip tightened. The dragoness just continued to bounce up and down in my lap, riding my length without a care in the world, as if she hadn't even noticed my mangled marbles about to burst in her clenched fist. "Oh god yes," she gushed, her sex squeezing tightly around my rod, "oh, fuck me!" Her hips rose once again before slamming back down into my lap, my pole swallowed to the hilt by her eager sex.
Beneath her I cried out, desperate to get the female's attention now, before it was too late. In any normal situation I'd think that my frantic squealing would be enough to catch her notice, but she was almost completely gone, her eyes rolling back into her head as she continued to thump up and down on my engorged length. My hand was still resting on her chest -- I tried giving her tits a more forceful grope in order to get her attention, but she just let out another blissful cry, squeezing my balls even harder. I immediately let go, letting out a strangled sort of squawk as both hands instinctively went to my groin, my entire body shaking at the level of pain. Oh, my nuts--!
But I had to keep trying to get her attention -- not that that was easy, with my arms and legs twitching uncontrollably and with my nervous system on the verge of shutting down. It took all the concentration I had to even move, trying to hit her or push her off of me -- but in my condition, I basically just flailed at her body, landing a few ineffective blows on her side as she continued to gasp in pleasure. Her face didn't register anything but pure joy as she rode my staff, her inner walls clamping down hungrily around the thick intruder. Despite everything, I could feel a moan bubbling up in the back of my throat, my tortured body still eager to deliver its gift to the female...if only she would give me a chance!
Another flailing blow slid uselessly down her side, and I could feel the world starting to close in on me. I knew it wasn't working, but I had to try once more. With a final surge of adrenaline I struck at her one more time, throwing all my strength behind my flailing arm and praying that it would catch her attention.
Of course, in hindsight it might have been a good idea to aim where I was hitting a little more carefully. As it was, I ended up delivering a firm spank to her rear, my open palm landing on the one of the globes of her ass with a fleshy smack.
Three things happened as a result.
First of all, the dragoness on top of me arched her back, cried out, and came, the extra bit of rough play just too much to handle. She writhed atop my prick, her entire body contorting in ecstasy as her heat-stricken body finally got the relief it needed. Her inner walls squeezed desperately around my length, milking the thick intruder like her life depended on it, trying desperately to make me blow my top.
And so of course, I followed right after her, blasting my load up into her inner depths with a roar. I couldn't stop my hips from jerking, my cock twitching frantically as I fired thick shots of dragonseed, rope after rope of semen. It was relief of a sort, but none of the usual bliss that came with busting a nut -- after all, her fingers were still clamped around my dragonmakers, the rubbery orbs squished nearly flat between her fingers. She was squeezing the juice straight out of my scaly spuds, like a pair of overripe oranges, crushing my dragonhood until there was nothing left but pulp. Still, she had already hit her peak, and I'd given her what she wanted -- it couldn't get any worse from here. Right?
Oh, if only. Apparently I had forgotten the first thing about a dragoness in heat: that her body will go crazy for a dragon's seed. In fact, as soon as I let go with the first jet of my spunk she let out a scream of pleasure, her muscles tightening even further as her body demanded every last drop of my cream. Around my cock, it felt amazing, but elsewhere, I could feel her claws tighten one final notch, and I knew that something terrible was about to happen. I opened my mouth to squeal, to scream, to do anything I could to make her stop...but before I could speak, there came a very audible crunch from my groin.
Pain. It felt like a million knives jabbed into my gut, like some essential part of me had been forcibly ripped from my belly. All I could do was lie there, eyes frozen open in shock as the female continued to bounce up and down on my shaft, completely oblivious to what was going on around her. It couldn't be. There was no way, with just her bare hands...it had to be--
Suddenly I felt incredibly woozy. The darkness that I'd been fighting off for the past few minutes crashed over me, my vision clouding as my body gave up on twitching and instead just went slack. The last thing I heard before slipping into unconsciousness was the dragoness crying out unintelligibly, her body tensing once more as she passed into another shuddering climax.
I love dragon slaying. :jumpsmile
Hello.
I drew this pic.
She breeds this bullock.
(Surely a sheep dog is unnecessary for this ranch:))
There is the picture which a fox castrates in another site.
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nikukyu/
I love this pic!
http://img256.imagevenue.com/loc195/..._123_195lo.JPG
http://img101.imagevenue.com/loc224/..._123_224lo.JPG
anyone else has "imminent disaster" themed pics where the hit/cut hasn' yet happened but its imminent?
I feel some more anthro equine girl on boy stuff coming on. Hooves and teeth Vs balls and cocks. No prizes for guessing the victors or should I say victrices.